The Grounds, Sunrise, Saturday Morning

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James plotted.

It had been far too long since James had scaled a building; the dorms were taller than most buildings in the city of Krondor (even taller than most of the castlework), but it seemed so accommodating. He stood with hands on hips, off to the side of the building, staring up at it, noting handholds.

Maybe just up to the second floor, tap on the window of the Common Room. Perhaps up to his room on the third floor, jiggle the handle to let himself in.

Ah, decisions.

[OOC: Open! Up early for travelling. *kicks stupid hotel's stupid wireless protocol*]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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There were two things Bruce didn't expect to find when he started checking the cabinets in the common room kitchen for some breakfast. The first cabinet had some white greasepaint and black lipstick. Bruce would have been curious about that, but it didn't seem that strange for Fandom. The second cabinet had a gremlin which fell on Bruce when he opened the door.

The gremlin landed teeth-first on Bruce's shoulder, teaching Bruce a very important lesson about being better prepared for something like this happening when opening any door on the island. He thanked the gremlin by punching it in the face and hoping that whatever was about to happen wasn't too bad.

A couple minutes later, Bruce was a mime who was trapped in a box in front of the TV. Such was life.

[OOC: I've been meaning to hit Bruce with a gremlin bite all year. Today's as good a day as any to actually do it. Open!]

Salle, Mid-Afternoon

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Kennedy had been looking forward to this for days, to put the matter in a low-key way, and she'd even kept her morning routine to a minimum (that was hard) to save up her energy. Sure, she'd had her share of spars and actual fights in the year she'd been in Fandom, but the last time she'd trained face-to-face with her Watcher had been at Christmas. Wesley... wasn't her Watcher, precisely, but hey, it worked. She'd already picked out the practice sword she'd be using for the match, but for now she was going through warmups with the SOLDIER sword Zack had given her for her birthday. Partly because it was huge and impressive-looking, and partly because she'd really like to be able to use it for more than five or ten minutes before her arms wanted to give out someday. Someday soon would be good. No, really. [[she's here for wesleynotponcy, but hey, open for your own mid-afternoon salle needs or if you wanna hang out.]]

Salle - Late morning

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It was not often that Faramir found himself growing weary of study, but today he needed to move. His classes' syllabus was proving to be a challenge, it was a struggle deciphering the words and then he had to restart so he could grasp their meaning as well. It'd had come to a point where his dreams were filled with strange scripts that he needed to understand to avoid a great doom, usually this was an indication that he needed a rest. Resting however, did not mean that he should be idle.

Which was why he could be found in the salle, practising the moves his brother had taught him. It was a little strange without Boromir (or even one of the rangers) there to correct him, but even without their presence he couldn't afford to let his skills slip.

[Open, yep. And this totally wasn't posted in the wrong place first.]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Saturday Evening

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With the television most deliberately not on, Elphaba went about preparing herself a late dinner. She'd been distracted by her readings. Not class readings, no, but instead her own elective ones. Books on animals, mainly, but now she was branching into farming and other things.

She didn't do things by halves.

Right now, she was cutting up vegetables for a salad. While she worked, she took bites of a delicious red apple. While she was making the salad mainly for herself, there'd be more than enough if anyone cared to join her.

[ooc: Open common room = open post!]/small>