First Floor Lobby: Monday Morning

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Jack's attempt to save people from themselves had resulted in one dead body, the birth of an alien baby and one daring escape.

While had hoped to help more, Jack was happy to at least help two people out. And the alien baby.

Right now Jack was fast asleep in the lobby and any of the detainees who had not escaped during the night could probably leave without an embarrassing situation. If they so choose.

[For those who might be here. If you wish to speak to Jack you can expect bursts of SP as I'm bouncing through airports today.]

2nd Floor Common Room [Monday, Morning]

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There was a flash of light and a loud cracking noise in the middle of the common room. Bart suddenly appeared in a crack of lightning in mid-air and fell awkwardly onto a couch with an "oomph." 

He was wearing his impulse costume, red and white spandex, big red boots and round red goggles with yellow lightning bolts over his ears. He looked a little worse for wear and looked much more confused than normal. 

Stretching and shifting to a sitting position, he looked around to figure out where, and more importantly, when he was. God, time travel sucks.

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Alex had spent the weekend, for no discernible reason, locked in a golden cage in one of the island's caves. Mostly he'd waxed poetic about why someone would do this to him, but by the end of Sunday he'd been getting pretty hungry and thirsty. Luckily, he'd woken up on Monday with both the golden cage and the desire to wax poetic gone. After a quick handwavey stop to buy every kind of Pop-Tart Turtle & Canary sold, he'd found his happy place, parked in front of the TV shooting fake people and generally owning at Call of Duty.

((Open common room is open! Alex has a lot of Pop-Tarts and is aware he bought more than he can eat, so he's willing to share! He is also more than willing to beat you down at Call of Duty.))

Girls' Bathroom, Monday Afternoon

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Even after her shower, there was no getting rid of the aftertaste: This weekend had been appalling.

Art class had helped, Miley had to admit. But the fact was that she was reading into what had happened and learning from it, in the spirit of traumatizing episodes of Disney Channel shows. Learning a LOT. Hannah Montana couldn't control her life. She had to be Miley first and foremost, because that was herself and Miley had to stay true to that. But maybe she couldn't be so high-strung about her secret life, either. What if the reason "Hannah" had broken free and done all those bad things was because she, Miley, was wound too tightly about her double life?

There had to be a balance, she decided, stepping out of the shower and scrutinizing herself in the mirror. And that balance started today. Right now, actually.

She took her phone out of her bathrobe pocket (don't ask why it was in there) and began a text to Jackson. Get Siena on Skype, she wrote, before she could talk herself out of it. Maybe telling her secret to one more person for her brother's benefit would be exactly what she needed to calm down, just a little.

And then she would never wear leather booty-shorts again.

3rd Floor Common Room- Monday evening

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Annie had had a weird last week, and this one wasn't exactly off to a normal start, either. Sure, the weekend had been seriously messed up, what with smuggling alcohol and making out with someone she'd never even talked to before and oh yeah, dying from trying coffee just once, but at least it was over.

Then she'd woken up in a supply closet.

And then she'd gone back to the common room to retrieve her backpack from last night before going to class, and found alcohol in it. A lot of it.

At first she'd just hidden it in her room, and as long as she was away from there, it was fine. But when she'd gone back after class, she found she couldn't concentrate because she knew it was there. It wasn't that she wanted it. It was just that even in a town where Caritas didn't card and she'd reported on students smoking pot and drinking, she became really worried that she'd get in trouble for having it. Add in worry about going to tomorrow's NA meeting and wanting to share but all she had was that she got addicted to something and died from it and again with having the alcohol and then she started feeling stressed and guilty.

That was when Annie panicked and checked to make sure no one was in the common room yet, then dragged the bags of alcohol bottles to the kitchen area. And now all she had to do was pour them down the sink...

[Yes another dorms post. I know, and I'm sorry, now for the love of god, SOMEONE STOP HER.]

The Salle [Monday, After Classes]

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This weekend had not seen Kate on good form. She'd thought she was a former internet porn star, cried, been blackmailed, been to some whacked out wedding, drunk 'contraband' coffee and cried some more.

It was not her best showing.

She'd appeared in class, been forced to think about exactly how pathetic she'd been, and no sooner as she was out of there, she was in the salle kicking a bag with as much force as she could muster, while at the same time not breaking her own foot.

It was a great way of reasserting that she was not that girl.

[[open salle!]]