First Floor Lobby, Monday

[dollpocalypse]

The stack of black (and brown, and red, and white) construction paper mustaches on the table in front of Topher might look a bit questionable -- but surely anyone sensible could tell that they were just tickets to the Valentine's Day dance, right? If that wasn't obvious, the glittery sign saying GET YOUR VALENTINE'S TICKETS AND FLOWERS HERE probably cleared it up.

Though the reason why Topher was wearing a construction paper mustache on his own face remained a mystery. It wasn't very comfortable. But he thought it looked cool.

The Salle, Monday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle could roll with the punches the island threw at her. Losing two whole days to some kind of a magical coma because the island thought that would be funny, though? Not something she enjoyed. At all. There was something about that that just made her skin crawl. It didn't sit well with her, even if she couldn't exactly pinpoint why.

But she knew how to cure herself of her discomfort.

Coming down to the salle with some chakram and hurling them at training dummies with deadly precision was the perfect remedy for all ailments to do with self-control. She could focus on her body and her target, the movement of her wrist right before letting go of another metal circle, sending it flying through the air until it sank into the surface of a dummy.

She felt better already.

[ooc: Open for all your salle/Izzy needs! Slight SP from me for a few hours here, but then I'll probably be around allll damn day. Annnd I'm back home for good.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

There were some really weird truths of her life that Jessice had to deal with. Like apparently it was possible for her to scheme to cause the drug related deaths of at least two peo-- sentient beings. And when she wasn't in her own mind, she could be pretty slutty. And she was going to regularly lose weekend training time so maybe in the future schedule classes n the ends of the school week.

She had to deal with these things. But instead of doing that, she was going to watch the Olympics and eat some pizza because sometimes after a weird weekend, you needed to drown in sauce and cheese. Especially when you had a crazy metabolism that meant you wouldn't actually gain any weight or lose anything from her training.

[OOC: Post is open, naturally. And I'm freezing, also pretty much naturally. Stupid winter.]