Fourth floor common room, late Saturday night

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam as on the couch, remote in hand, staring unhappily at the television. Since leaving the picnic and moving her suitcase up to her room, she'd been getting twitchier and twitchier. Maybe it was Carly withdrawal. Maybe it was the shock of suddenly being in Iceland at a new school. Maybe it was leftover paranoia from getting convinced her "big sibling" was part of a conspiracy to turn her into a nub.

Possibly, it was because she hadn't had any meat in a few hours.

Either way, she was positively buzzing as she flipped through the channels fast enough to require a seizure warning. She couldn't find "Celebrities Underwater" anywhere. There wasn't even a Dingo Channel! Just some mouse thing which, well, was pretty much just as bad.

What was with this school?

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It wasn't so much a full on scream as a half-voiced growl of frustration. She didn't want any armored police troopers hunting her down for disturbing the peace.

[ooc: open for any other late night East Coasters or even *gasp* other time zones!]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Sunday | May 8

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Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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So yesterday had been- well, weird didn't even cover it. And today? He'd managed to find the laundry room, at least, and lucky for him they didn't need quarters or whatever to operate, so now at least what little he owned was clean. There'd also been a real honest-to-god shower to be had, and so so far Toby was counting today as a win.

There was still a part of him quietly freaking out about the weird stuff everyone had told him about yesterday, but for now? Toby was content to eat some leftover pizza he'd snagged from the picnic and channel-surf.