The Deck | Sunday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

There was a ferret following Jim around. At first, he'd just thought the island was giving out pets again and he'd rolled his eyes. Then, the ferret had started talking. At that point, Jim thought maybe he'd gone on a bender he didn't remember and was still drunk.

But, the ferret hadn't gone away and he hadn't sobered up (because he hadn't ever been drunk) and Jim had eventually just chalked the talking ferret (who'd introduced himself as Aesina) to the island.

Wasn't that what Sparkle had told him the reason for most things was? Whatever, Jim and the stupid ferret were now out on the deck because it apparently hurt like a bitch if Jim tried to get away.

"Are we here to get a tan?" Aesina asked. He was stretched out on a lounger, looking pretty comfortable.

"You've got fur, you can't get sun."

Aesina sniffed haughtily. "Says you. I'll do whatever I want."

Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head. Stupid familiar sounding ferret.

[Deck is open]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[godofxbox]

"Left! Go left! Now right! Shoot! SHOOT NOW!"

"I AM!"

Who would have thought a lioness could be such a backseat Xbox driver? But it turned out that this one, who insisted her name was Penthesilea, totally was.

"You know, if you had thumbs," Alex told her, "you could just do this yourself instead of--" he paused to take out the enemy "--telling me what to do."

"Don't remind me," Penthesilea said. Then she perked up. "Over there! Left! Shoot him!"

...yeah. The common room has sugary cereal, video games, and a bossy and excitable lioness, for those interested in any of those things.

((Open common room is open!))

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

Well, Topher had learned something very important today: when robot dogs were programmed by someone as intelligent and innovative as Topher Brink, they tended to not like jackals very much. Yeah, yeah, Cyrilla was a metaphysical jackal, but even so, Broca II was not a fan of hers, so Topher had wisely decided to take Cyrilla into the common room for a bit so as not to be barked at for a while.

It was a pretty smart call if you asked him.

Now, with Cyrilla's help, he was attempting to cook for the first time in possibly ever. The item on the menu was grilled cheese with chocolate chips and onions (shut up, it was delicious), and while Topher didn't have that much faith in his cooking abilities, he was pretty hungry and pretty determined to make a lot.

The smell that was undoubtedly wafting through the halls was probably pretty special. This was sure to go well.

[[open!]]

Roof, Sunday Evening

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William wasn't typically given to brooding, but having a physical representation of one's soul manifest was... certainly sobering. To say the least. Yesterday he'd spent the majority of his time by himself (or, well, as by himself as was possible, all things considered), but today he'd felt the need to get out for a bit.

He wasn't quite in the mood for television in a common room, though, so he was up on the roof, Merak the gibbon scampering about the edge, and him not trying to think of the possibility of her falling off it.

[ooc: roof and post open!]