Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room - After Classes

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There was a movie set up for the guys of the frat this afternoon. A movie and what appeared to be a few buckets of fried chicken. Possibly to keep things fresh from having only pizza.

“Hey guys,” Tony said, smiling a bit too much because his weekend had been amazing, thank you. “We’re just going to be doing something easy today that we can relax to.”

"So," Warren chimed in, smiling a fair bit himself for very similar reasons, "we picked up some Spanish movie, and we can just kind of zone out for a bit. Think about things, or something."

You know. Thinking. Which was totally what these boys were planning to do. With their brains. Which were located in their skulls and nowhere else. Honest.

Upstairs brains. Yup.

“So, enjoy... Y tu Mama Tambien,” Tony added. “It's got to be good, it won awards."

No, they hadn't seen it. Why do you ask?

Salle [Monday, Morning]

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This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing.

In an effort to ease the twitchy feeling, Kate was taking everything out on an unsuspecting dummy. In her mind, the answer to every problem was to kick things. Hard and multiple times. Slayer had been set aside for now, because as much as she loved some time with her sword, she just didn’t trust herself with anything sharp today. That required a little more concentration than her wandering mind was up to today.

Of course, it still didn’t really seem to be helping, but Gods be damned if she wasn’t still trying.

[[open salle, but with likely work-related SP from my end. ]]

Third Floor Common Room: Monday Evening

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Matt has been out on the rooftops, trying to burn off some extra energy only to come back to his room and find out that he had been sexiled. Again.

"You've got to be kidding me," Matt groaned as he flopped onto one of the couches. "This is the second night in a row."

He fiddled with the remote for a few minutes before it got he found a "Dirty Jobs" marathon.

"Huh. Ironically appropriate."