Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

The fall trip didn't start until tomorrow, but Bruce was already completely packed. Honestly, he was probably packed too early and too effectively because, ahem, he found himself having nothing to occupy his time after he finished his morning exercises. This left him in the undesirable position of trying to find something to take up some of his time in the common room. He turned the TV on for the benefit of anyone else who might come in since he had learned that it didn't like him and wouldn't be showing anything he might actually want to watch.

Bruce managed to find a puzzle, flipped all the pieces over, and tried to see if he could put it together without the benefit of a colorful picture to help him. Meanwhile, the TV was stuck on ABC Family, which was showing some cheerleader movies. It's not that he had a problem with cheerleaders, he just had no desire to watch movies about them. Oh well. He'd survived greater tragedies than this.

[OOC: Around until about 11 AM Central, then slow throughout the day. But I'm bored right now, so CR.]

The Deck | Afternoon | Saturday | October 9

[therewaslife]

Bod had spent most of the morning packing so his afternoon was completely free. It was warmer than it had been and knowing that he'd been in a cold environment tomorrow, Bod was taking advantage.

With both sunglasses (a gift from Silas who'd complained about all the sun in America) and baseball cap, it was hard to tell if he was awake or not. He was, though. The sprawl in the lounger was a lazy one but his mind was wide awake and running incessantly.

The bottle of water in his hand was more being used to tap against his knee than to drink. He was distracted but felt better than he had in days.

[Deck is an open place. I like linking things.]

The Roof, Saturday Evening

[furnaceface]

Really, there were probably a hundred-odd other things that Jono could be doing right now to make better use of his time. He was going on that break trip, and so there was packing to be done, after all. But why pack, when procrastination was so much more appealing?

He could have brought his guitar up to the roof, but that had seemed a bit too much like effort for him this evening, too. Instead of effort, he'd made his way up to the roof with a book (Vonnegut) and a portable CD player (playing Pearl Jam), and he was taking advantage of the last few daylight hours to lose himself in a bit of both.

[Open roof, open post! I haven't been out nearly enough this week, poo.]