First Floor Lobby, Tuesday (Except Period 4)

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Jessica was manning the coffee and snacks today. And she had to say, it was nice to have something in the lobby dispensing food, drink, and possibly last minute cramming help rather than weapons. Of course, that 'something in the lobby' was her, so she was hard at work, sitting there and waiting for people to come by while she get some studying it.

[OOC: Open, with standard work SP!]

the gym ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

With his two classes finished, Flick made his way down to the gym for some celebratory end of the semester exertion. Except with less celebration and more exertion and rage and anger and devastation because that was still bottled up inside him and he figured that getting it out here would be better than getting it out in the form of a panic attack.

He hadn't spoken to anyone back home since he'd gotten back. Not his father or Mandel or Gwendolyn or anyone. Not that he wanted to speak to any of those people but he figured they'd, at least, try to reach out and gloat in their own passive aggressive way (well, maybe not his father but Flick really didn't want to speak to him right now).

Actually, he hadn't said two words since he'd gotten back on the island. He'd taken his exams, spent time in his room, stolen a few things on the mainland and now he was here, beating on the heavy bag as was his MO. He'd been doing that solid for nearly a half hour when he realized that it wasn't working.

The vice like feeling in his chest wasn't releasing, his anger wasn't abating, and he still wanted to do things that he was trying to avoid thinking about. He didn't want Mandel to be right but he slowly beginning to wonder if the psychopath was right.

Flick kept swinging.

[It's an open post, natch]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

It's funny, how little of an impact evil corporations and psychotic loons could have on you when you'd spent a few years in the Republican Army followed by a couple of years with the Sith. Which wasn't to say Atton wasn't going to bitch up a storm about those things showing up trying to kill everyone (including him), but it did put things into perspective.

In fact, they were in perspective enough for Atton - who had an oddly-tilted perspective to begin with - that he was actually humming Search and Destroy under his breath as he made himself a grilled cheese sandwich in the common room that morning. Was it his cheese? Probably not. Probably not his bread either, which was why he felt no compunction about letting it lay out in the common room for anyone else who might be hungry.

Life went on-- a lot better when someone wasn't shooting at you.

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