4th Floor Common Room [Sunday afternoon]

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

Proto was sprawled out on the couch. It was a relaxed sort of sprawl, but that we belied by the way he was eying the three things in front of him. It was, after all, an intent sort of eying.

One box of graham crackers. One bag of jumbo marshmallows. One box of chocolate bars.

Someone was trying to figure out if it was possible to make s'mores without a fire. Because he was pretty sure that he might get in trouble for starting a fire in the middle of the common room.

Give him some time, and he might even consider trying the microwave.

[Open, as these things tend to be. And this was always in the right place. ALWAYS!]

Emo Roof, Emo Sunday Afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall stood on the roof.

Ayup.

For once, he actually wasn't thinking anything. His mind was completely empty as he stared down at the sidewalk in front of the dorms. He breathed deeply, watching intently the movement of the birds, the people walking below, the waving of the leaves. He listened to every sound, especially ones coming from the door behind him that he was definitely not looking at.

He was in full-on stakeout mode, examining every possible input from his senses for signs of a threat. Because if he did that, he didn't have to think about the stupid onions from yesterday. Or how comforting it had been for Rinoa to hug him afterwards.

Beneath him, things carried on with their day.

[Open like a roof.]

The Salle, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other.

Which was how she found herself in the Salle, running through forms with a great deal more aggression than was truly necessary.

[Expecting one in particular, but open Salle is open]