The Salle, Friday afternoon

[desertwolfcub]

Malia had spent most of her time since the full moon last week out on the preserve, including spending more than a couple of her nights out there. She'd made friends with an alot of fur who didn't mind sharing its den when she felt cold, which kept her from being too tempted to crawl into bed with a fellow student just to feel warm.

You're welcome, Clare.

But she was still trying to get used to this whole 'being human' thing again, so she was back in the dorms today, wandering around exploring. Which was how she happened upon a big empty room full of mirrors and slightly springy floors, and strange, dusty, vaguely humanoid shapes with little beaten up dents and cuts on them.

"The hell is this place for?"

[as the headcanons post reminded us, we have a salle! And Malia hadn't done anything in a while. OPEN!]

3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[apocalypsehow]

Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.

"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.

The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.

[open!]