The gym [Sunday afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

After calling Jaina to let her know that her great-grandkid or something had just showed up, Ben decided that his normally insane workout routine on the weekends hadn't been enough to get all of his repression energy out.

So he was back in the gym, hitting a punching bag like it had personally offended him.

It hadn't--no sentient gym equipment here today!--but he was giving it a good whalloping anyway.

[OOC: So very interruptable.]

The Roof; Sunday Afternoon [ 05/06 ].

[yinandyango.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, Fawn couldn't sleep last night. It was all too strange for her. Maybe if she had her own room, the attempt would have been more successful, but having to share a room with someone else, especially a strange boy, nice as Peeta seemed to be, was just weird. She tried, but spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling and wondering if she'd wake up the next day, find out that it was all just a big misunderstanding, that she got accepted to Performing Arts after all and, even though she didn't want to go there, she could come back home and everything would be set right. She ended up slipping out in the wee hours of the morning and had been gone exploring as quietly as she could since then.

She was extremely pleased to discover a stairway to the roof, though, reminding her of the stairway to the roof of their own flat in New York, in the converted factory building, and how she would sometimes spend time up there and how her father would sneak up there, too, though neither of them did so with anyone knowing. She usually enjoyed the height and the fact that it would be so incredibly easy to just slip right off the side if things got to be too much.

Things were definitely not that bad now, but Fawn found it nice to sit up there, forget everything that was going on underneath her in this new dormitory building, and she just watched the sun come up. After a while, she pulled out her harmonica and began to play, because it was just as easy to get lost in the music, and much better, besides.

She wondered if people could hear hear, down on the ground, or from their windows, across the island and the ocean or however far the wind decided to carry the long, soulful sound.


[[ open roof is open, of course! I got sent home from work due to rain, lulz. ]]

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

[ooc: oooopen.]