The deck, Tuesday afternoon

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Raven was, once again, technically lounging around the dorms naked, though to anyone looking, she seemed to be wearing a cute Esther Williams styled one piece in an usual, textured shade of dark blue. The day had turned out to be sunny and pleasantly hot, and she was taking full advantage of the chance to get in some sunbathing, warnings of the importance of sunblock having gone right past her fifties-minded love of a good tan. She had a tall glass of iced tea on the table beside her, and a mint new (and though she didn't realize it, first edition) copy of Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison open in her lap, though she wasn't really reading it, just now. She was focused instead on the grounds out past the edge of the deck, watching the shadows of the leaves play across the grass.

The only way this would be better, she decided, other than not being signed up for classes that required her to splash around in the mud, would be if Charles were around, too. She missed having him around to tease, and it would be so good to have someone she could actually look like herself around without having to worry about him reacting badly to it. Well, violently. Charles wasn't exactly a fan of her blue shape, but at least he never ran screaming from it.

Raven sighed, putting on a pair of sunglasses -- she could mimic them, sure, but not well enough to actually shield her eyes -- and tilting her face further into the sun. Maybe she'd show Anya sometime. She had at least already heard of mutants.

[ooc: introspective yet open deck!]

5th Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening

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After having a particularly boring day, Emily had decided to have a late night marathon of crappy horror movies she had seen announced a couple of days ago. Because why not, right? She had even got about a metric ton of popcorn, as well as enough soda to give anyone a sugar rush, since she figured the movies weren't going to give her any kind of rush. Why was she even doing this was beyond her understanding, but Emily was willing to pin it on that dreaded sense of boredom she had been feeling for a while now.

As the first movie came up, Emily grimaced. "Who the Hell thought I'm Aware of What I did This Winder had any chance to be taken seriously and why would they even make a sequel?" said out loud in -somewhat hypocritical- indignation. She was going to need more popcorn, maybe.

[ Open as usual! ]