The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

[dwarvenswagger]

After more exploring of the dorms (and getting lost. Always gettong lost.) Thorin found himself at the salle.

This time gettjng lost turned out for the best! Score one for his lack of navigation skills!

For now, was busy inspecting the practice weapons for quality and the proper balance. Not too bad for men.

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5th Floor Common Room; Thursday Afternoon

[ihuntkillers.livejournal.com]

His first class was in the books and Jasper really didn't know what to make of this place. He'd expected to be sitting through classes that detailed the ins and outs of the works of Walden or Thoreau or taught him how to solve high level math problems. Instead, he'd dealt with a simulation about the aftermath of the end of the world.

Kinda interesting, he had to admit.

He had one more class tomorrow and then he'd make judgments on the whole thing. For now, he was sitting back on the couch with a battered manilla folder on his lap. Inside were the pictures of his father's victims that he'd hung up at home. One hundred and twenty four pictures. In a new place with so many new people, he needed this. He needed the reminder of what could happen if he ever lost control.

Prospects are there for you and for me, Jasper. That’s what they exist for, get it?

"Thanks, Dear Old Dad," he muttered, flipping to the picture between the eightieth and the eighty first victims. His mother's face stared back at him and he touched the old photo with a fingertip before sighing and closing the folder.

He left it on his lap and turned on the television. Maybe he'd try and do something normal.

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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[rhymeswithtable.livejournal.com]

Mabel's classes were finished for the week, and she was in a fairly social sort of mood... which, in fairness, was exactly the sort of mood she tended to be in roughly 99% of the time anyway. Waddles was sleeping off dinner back in her room, and it occurred to her that maybe this was an excellent opportunity to get some knitting in while also taking care of that whole 'temporarily limited wardrobe' issue that she currently had. So, she'd done some brief shopping in town (Fandom town was small and cute but it was functional!), and now she had herself a whole bag of yarn, some knitting needles, and a box of Chipackers (the chip that tastes like a cracker!), which she was currently sitting down on the floor in front of the television with.

She could have sat on the couch, yes, but there was just something about parking herself way too close to the television while she knitted herself a new sweater and watched old reruns of Tiger Fist that felt right, around here.

[OOC: Open for the glory of the second floor!]