Deck | Afternoon | Friday | April 22

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Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

[Open deck so open, yes]

The Gym, Friday Afternoon

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Overall, Jason was having a pretty good day. He was done with classes, and with student council meetings, and since he'd gotten his cast off earlier in the week, he could finally start training again to strengthen his arm back up. At the moment, he was going through different weights, trying to see how much he could lift. Bruce had told him to take it slow, but when had slow ever been his style?

[Open!]

Third Floor Common Room [Friday, Evening]

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Final day of the last week of the semester, and Chuck was celebrating getting through his classes and out the other side in his own special way, by shooting things... Okay, people. But 'things' sounded so much less creepy. They were only pixelated people, it really wasn't so bad. They weren't real!

Of course, with the way he talked intermittently at the screen while he was playing, it might seem like he thought otherwise. "Oh come on, how do you keep running, I just shot you in the head!" The well-muscled guy with the large gun didn't seem inclined to drop dead from Chuck's whinging, so he figured he'd just have to keep on shooting.

It was ironic, really, that he disliked guns so much in real life.

[[Open common room, as usual!]]