Kappa Delta Gremlin, 1st Floor Rec Room, Tuesday

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Rilla was finding it impossible to stop staring at Quinn's hair today. It was so very pink. "So, yes, hello..." she finally stammered, shaking her head, "I hope everyone had a lovely time with their visitors this weekend..."

And she was back to staring at Quinn's hair.

"... or if things didn't go so good, or you didn't get visitors," Quinn said, picking up the thread with just the slightest what's-with-you glance to Rilla, "that you found a way to deal with it. For example" -- she touched her fingertips to her hair, now -- "never underestimate the therapeutic power of a makeover or haircut."

"Is that what you did?" Rilla gaped. "Ohhhh! But yes, playing with makeup is lots of fun, assuming you don't get completely tarted up."

Someone was from 1914, can you tell?

"We brought lots of supplies--" mostly not Rilla's, since her makeup tended toward talcum powder that smelled pretty, "--and thought today we could just make ourselves pretty!"

"Yes, that's what I did," Quinn said, managing not to roll her eyes. "Though if anyone isn't up for pink hair today, you can just try a different kind of Chapstick or something."

Second Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

There were many things at which Daenerys was quite skilled. She'd become a great rider during her marriage to Drogo. She was a lovely dancer, when inspired or asked. She mothered dragons, which took quite a different sort of patience than most people probably expected.

One thing she could not do, however, was cook. She had simply never had to.

Tuesday found her in the common room, trying her hand at it all the same. She was starting small -- she'd found some bread and vegetables, and had skewered them on the tips of forks and knives. She'd removed the grate-like thing over one of the small fires on the stove (and lighting the burner itself had been an experiment of several minutes) and was now attempting to toast the bread and roast the vegetables.

The dragons were outside, asleep in the sun (she assumed -- that was where she had left them) while they still could do such a thing, and she wanted to learn to use fire without them, anyway. So while she'd managed to set a few things on fire already, she'd put them out quickly and easily using her hand. Being the Unburnt had advantages she hadn't realized.

[common room open! come play before she sets her hair on fire or sets off the smoke alarm, omg.]

The Roof, Tuesday night

[notmyownage]

Claudia's online guitar course was going well, but hot damn, were the practice lessons boring. After checking out her roommate's fabulous new hair that morning, she felt the need to flex a few punkier muscles herself. Things were too crowded in the dorms, so she'd headed up to the roof, a guitar tabs app loaded on her phone, to try out a new tune.

Advantage of punkier side: she only had to worry about transitioning between four chords. The Pixies beat out "Oh Susanna" any day.

[ooc: what can I say? I'm an eensy bit nostalgic tonight. Roof is always open, though Claudia is certainly not expecting an audience.]