Reserves: Rec Room, Tuesday After Classes

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Yes, there were snacks, and there was even pizza and (for no apparent reason) tiramisu. Because tiramisu was just something you had after a thoroughly confusing weekend. Ask anyone. It was part of proper etiquette.

Given the A/V setup at the front of the room today, though, did you really need an explanation for the popcorn?

"So I guess everyone has weird weekend... lingery... weirdness or something," began Kennedy, who still looked confused about that whole deal. "So it's kind of a kickback day. Like, a movie kickback kind of day."

It was what happened in Fandom, Kennedy. Just go with it. "Chronological Jacuzzi Invention is the movie for the day. It was what we found at the store, so we hope it won't put you to sleep," Maladicta added. "So, relax and enjoy the random tiramisu."

The Deck [Tuesday, Evening]

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Aside from yesterday's class, Effy hadn't bothered to leave her room since the weekend. Losing time was more than a little disorientating, and as with everything she tended to brood on the 'why's far more than was healthy. Implied either she was shit at keeping in contact with people, or that she wasn't around to be in contact with. One thought was a little more disturbing than the other.

Eventually the quiet got a little too much, and she had to get out. Even if out wasn't far out. The weekend of nothingness combined with struggling with conflicting emotions had done a bit of a number on her ability to cope with everything else and she needed to clear her head or go a little stir crazy.

Yes, it was raining, but since her mind was somewhere completely different, she didn't really seem to care. The cold, and a refreshing breeze might do her good.

[[Open deck, if there's anyone else weird enough to be outside in this weather... and depending on LJ's level of cooperation.]]

Dorms Gym - Tuesday Morning

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The details of the weekend were fresh in Jack's mind. The details of his life as this older guy, a politician, were hazy. Every time he tried to think about the faces and names and details he'd known on the weekend, they slipped away. He'd spent yesterday trying to write everything down. The result was four and a half pages of snatches of memories that weren't really his and garbled messages to himself about a life he found himself forgetting. Forgetting bothered him. Jack realized that forgetting bothered him more than the fact that Fandom had changed him in the first place. This freakish island was getting to him.

There was only one thing to do.

"Four," Jack counted through gritted teeth as he pulled himself up so that his chin was level with the bar he was holding on to. He lowered himself back down and then up again. "Five." The gym was a perfect way of not dealing with the situation.

[OOC: Open!]