3rd Floor Common Room, 6/6, Late Tuesday Afternoon

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe entered the common room, bag of groceries in hand. She set them down on the counter, and went to flick on the TV.

Nothing really interesting was on, so she turned it to the music channel. She'd never heard of any of the artists who were being played, but she figured it would be good background noise.

Going back to her groceries, she unpacked the bags, and got out a mixing bowl and spoon from the cupboard.

She set to work making cookies. Lots of cookies. Of all kinds.

[OOC: Open! Come in and help, come in and chat, come in and eat cookies, or just come in and ignore Tempe altogether. Cookie-types are completely moddable.]

Comments

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so if Willow were a vampire, I'd be allowed to try to blow her up," Tyler joked, but not really.

He sighed, admitting something to himself. "I might have been a little out of control lately," he said to his shoes. "I don't want anybody to get hurt accidentally."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"That wouldn't happen," Peter said with a flash of heat, his hand going to where his sword hilt should be.

"It happens sometimes," Peter said, bringing his temper back down. "One just has to bring oneself back to be able to fight when needed."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler registered the flicker of Peter's hand, wondered what he was reaching for.

"Fighting's not the hard part for me," Tyler said. "It's when I shouldn't beat anything up and want to that I get in trouble."

He stood, running a hand through his hair. "Tell Willow I didn't mean to scare her."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter nodded. "That's when training comes into play."

"I shall," Peter replied. "Most definitely."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler nodded, and didn't point out that Fight Club had been a kidn of training, intensive training. He was pretty sure it wasn't what Peter meant.

"All right. Then I'll see you," he said, simply, and left the common room.