Salle | Afternoon | Thursday | September 30

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With the rain sheeting down outside and feelings of restlessness creeping up inside him, Percy found himself in the salle to work off some of the nervous energy. Parent's Weekend was creeping closer and he hadn't heard a thing from his father. His mother had called and told him she wouldn't be able to make it. Percy understood and assured her he was fine. She had Paul and she had things that were actually good now. He wanted her to be happy.

With a particular vicious overhead swing, one of the practice dummy's got mauled by the blade of Riptide. Percy didn't stop. He didn't stop when the sweat started running into his eyes or when his hand started to hurt from gripping the hilt of Riptide so hard. When Riptide's blade got stuck in the neck of the practice dummy, he stopped and blinked.

Well. That poor practice dummy had seen better days. Percy wiped his brow with his forearm and tried to calm down some. He flexed his fingers and didn't think about where all that anger had suddenly come from.

[Salle's an open place so this is an open post]

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Sookie had had better, and less upsetting days. That afternoon, her brother had actually finally returned a phone call -- not to really check on his baby sister, though he did ask after her, but to tell her that he couldn't come to visit that weekend.

But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.

pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.

Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.

Wonderful.

So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.

The Lobby, Thursday Afternoon

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The only thing MORE annoying than the small herd of unicorns stalking Squall was the fact that they'd followed him into the dorm out of the rain. He took off his jacket and sat down on the couch, and they all clustered near.

"*NEIGH!* You're honest and trustworthy!"

"*NEIGH!* You're a very good fighter!"

"*NEIGH!* People feel safe when you're around!"

"*NEIGH!* You're very good-looking!"

"*NEIGH!* You're very strong!"

Squall glared at them. He hadn't killed them yet, but he was considering it.

[Open like a lobby.]