Third Floor Boys' Bathroom, Very Early Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

"Go fish."

This was not, Peter reflected, the most dignified position he had ever wound up in in his life: sitting on the floor of the boys' bathroom surrounded by improvised killing implements, playing cards with a sixteen-year-old kleptomaniac liar while monsters reigned both in and outside of the dorms.

Karla could go suck it, though.

Technically, they'd been locked in Peter's room for a while prior to this, but that was a plan that had run into a few technical snags -- namely the lack of presence of, y'know, a toilet. So now they'd been here for a few hours. It smelled. It was disgusting. Peter kind of wanted to die.

Valentine was never hearing about this. Ever.

[[ open to anyone who might be venturing near the bathroom at this hour ]]

First floor lobby - Afternoon

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Faramir had been outside much of the morning, attempting to keep the strange creatures away from the dorms. He'd killed those that were too small to be students and scared off the others. Fatigue was settling in however and so he retreated to the dorms to rest and find some food to gather his strength.

Grey patches had started to appear on his skin and he poked at them. He supposed he should find the healers in town, but for now he was well enough to fight. He would just rest here and go find somewhere he could make himself useful later. For now he was eating crackers. His bow and quiver stood propped up against the coffee table while his blade remained across his knees. The dorms were safe of forest creatures, but they would not be safe of his fellow students. He just hoped he could help them rather than harm them.

[Open, of course.]