Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[wasthecuteone]

The current bit of madness at the school was basically Petra's worst nightmare. She was thankfully unaffected, but she'd spent most of last night running through a jungle in her dreams, chased by a giant frilled snake wearing a Yale sweatshirt. The snake kept calling her 'JT,' and when she'd caught a glimpse of herself in a pool of water, the face peering back at her hadn't been hers. That had been when she'd woken up and decided sleep was no longer happening.

So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?

((Open common room!))

Shooting Range, Sunday Afternoon

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

It had been brought to Wesley's attention by a number of parties that teaching Kenzi how to shoot a pistol was inadvisable at best. Teaching her how to shoot something long-ranged like a rifle, though? That was probably a biiiit dangerous. You know. A bit.

And yet.

He waited for her to show up and practiced on the target, relishing the kickback slightly more than usual. While he generally preferred pistols for a variety of reasons, after the disaster that had been yesterday's phone call with his father, today he didn't mind hurting his hand in the name of relieving some tension.

[[For she he's waiting for, though it's an open range! ETA: And let's call all talk of Faith NFB, please!]]

The Roof: Sunday Night [9-25-11]

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy had dared the town to go buy herself some clothes for her now-male self. Which meant she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that actually fit and were comfortable. Still she couldn't quite seem to settle, so she'd found herself up on the roof watching the stars whenever the clouds weren't covering them. There wasn't really a moon out, so it was dark and quiet and away from the hubbub of the people living in the dorms. The weather was decent, so she just found a comfortable spot and sat herself down.


[Open as roofs are.]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening | 9/25

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie had something new, something amazing.

A Trudge Master '51 model train. And he could tell you exactly what made it differ from a '52 model. He was setting up the track on a coffee table in the common room, the TV showing a rerun of a Lightning Bug episode. Not that Freddie planned on running the train. He just wanted to see how it looked all hooked up.

He missed his train club from back in Seattle. The rest of The Training Bros were probably all having fun without him. But he had a Trudge Master '51, so that made up for it just a bit.

[ooc: Open common room! Oh canon, thank you for making Freddie even nerdier.]