The Deck, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Even though she'd tried to be good and stay in the one place yesterday, Cara'd found it far too stuffy indoors this morning, and besides, her dress was more than warm enough even for cooler weather. So she'd hunted through the cupboard indoors for something edible (which didn't require cooking), and after eventually finding some bread and cheese in a big, white box, she'd come out here.

Currently she was sitting on the edge of the deck, legs dangling off the side while she ate her breakfast.

[ooc: open as a deck is.]

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

The meeting was back in the dorms today. Nothing too crazy after a weekend of running around as kids, thank you very much.

“Hey everyone,” Tony said. “It’s going to be a very easy meeting with some cartoons Warren had.”

Because Tony didn’t watch cartoons. Or anything.

"Nothing really fancy," Warren added, holding up a couple of DVDs. "Some Adolescent Mutated Samurai Frogs and old episodes of the Y-People from back in the 90s, mostly. Being a kid again kind of inspired me to get my hands on some of my favorites from when I was a kid."

And being a Worthington meant that he could get his hands on them quickly! Double-bonus!

Rich kids!

“Sit back and enjoy, okay?” Tony said cheerfully.

The Laundry Room, Monday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was feeling uneasy about the weekend for reasons she didn't want to dwell on. She wasn't going to hide, though, as much as she maybe would've liked to. No, she was going to get out of her room and be productive. Hence, laundry. The machines had been giving her trouble all last week, so she'd been washing what she needed by hand, but the trouble couldn't be going on anymore, could it? No. She'd decided it couldn't.

So, when she got down to the laundry room and couldn't get any of the machines to even open for her, she was pretty damn displeased. So displeased, in fact, that in an uncharacteristic fit of annoyance, she gave one of the machines a firm, precise kick. Not enough to really break anything. Just enough to make the door pop open.

Except that it did absolutely nothing. The machine did not open. It mocked her, just by being there and acting useless. So she was going to stand there, fuming, with her arms crossed, and see if she could intimidate it into cooperating.

[ooc: Oh so open.]

Second Floor Common Room [lateish evening]

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

Katniss was not, generally, a fan of television. Too many bad memories, too many bad associations, too much screentime herself. However, it was late, and she couldn't even fathom sleep yet.

So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.

And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.

[open, i am bored.]