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The Deck; Sunday All Day [04/23].

2023-04-23T15:50:36Z

Posted by: pun_king

There was going go be a celebratory, end of the semester party tomorrow, in lieu of having classes, and the word needed to be spread around. There were flyers everywhere, of course, and texts would be sent out tomorrow, but today, Graham was going to do it the good old fashioned way, by word of mouth and word of porg intern (he hoped)!

Which was why he could be found out on the deck that day, calling out like a town cryer, hoping to reach the ears of all passersby...and maybe drift up through a few opened windows, as well.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" he announced, boldly and brightly and at regular intervals. "Come one! Come all! The ever-lovely Miss Charlie Gale and the ever-punny Mr. Graham Cra--"

Briefly, this announcement was cut off eith a bug flying right into his mouth,making him cough slightly, then picked right back up again.

"--cordially invite you all to an esteemed end-of-semester pool party! Tomorrow! All day! With ~~blackjack and hookers~~ pizza and drinks in coconuts! Bring your selves, bring your swimsuits, have a swimming good time! You don't want to miss it!"

There. That should do it! He just hoped, if anything, the message was,eventually, hear, and, if not, well, he'd be at this all day!

[[ work related sp to ensue, but open deck is open! ]]

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The Deck; Thursday Afternoon [09/01].

2022-09-01T12:16:37Z

Posted by: kawaii_complex

While Sakaki seemed to have been safe from cats in the ceiling during her classes, it was a different matter entirely once she returned back to the dorms. Not even Maya could fend them off or protect her from airborne attacks. Half the time she didn't even see them before they descended, and, when she did, she tried to be nice and appreciate their adorableness from a distance, but she really, really should have known better.

Thankfully, if she was outside, there were no ceilings for cats to put the drop on her.

So it was out on the deck that she sat with her first aid kit, diligently tending to all her wounds, which were considerable enough that she almost wondered if she should go to the clinic. But it was also nothing new, either, they were familiar bites and scratches and easily attended to.

And Maya enjoying the outdoors and chasing down butterflies and occasionally coming up to her to nudge her knee and start purring was easily the best balm to sooth all her wounds, anyway.

[[ yes, probably sp, but I had to? Open deck is open, anyway! ]]

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The Deck - Wednesday Late Morning

2022-08-10T08:17:24Z

Posted by: guillermothegreat

Guillermo’s ~~handwavey~~ attempt to let Goose!Graham have a go in the bathtub had been a complete and total disaster and so he decided to try again a few days later with a smaller pool of water and set up a kiddie pool like Kurt had suggested.

He had also decided to venture outside on the deck so Graham could be outside and to hopefully make sure that this wasn’t a repeat of the bath tub incident he had made several batches of fresh empanadas to ~~bribe~~ help keep Graham from getting to startled by being outside

“See this isn’t so bad right?” Guillermo said hopefully as he watched Graham splash about in the water and tossed another empanada to him, hopefully Graham didn’t mind that the empanadas were getting slightly wet.

[open!]

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The Deck; Monday Afternoon [04/25].

2022-04-25T13:17:23Z

Posted by: outofthequiver

Not having any classes to go to that morning had definitely cemented it into Libby's brain that she really did just make it through her first semester at an actual school, and the whole thing had been such a wild whirlwind of experiences that she'd felt she'd only just blinked since she'd arrived her a few months ago, and now here she was. And with nothing really else to do that morning, she felt a little compelled to do something to sort of celebrate that fact. And, since they always did a little bit of a picnic back home to celebrate any big accomplishments like that, well...that's what she figured she'd do now.

The day was a little overcast, but she was confident it would hold out as she moved everything out to the deck to set up and hopefully catch anyone coming in and out of the dorms (what did most people do at a boarding school in the weeks between classes? Sleep in, maybe, she supposed, but she couldn't even imagine). It definitely wasn't anything too fancy or special, because the Hazletts didn't really do fancy or special. Just some potato salad, some coleslaw and some sandwiches, a few different fruits, a sweet potato pie, and an attempt to recreate Zo's 'Not-So-Famous' lemonade.

Like she said, nothing fancy, but they were foods that always inspired a sense of celebration and togetherness for her and her family, and she just sort of hoped that it wasn't just her and the flies around to enjoy it, but if that ended up being the case, then so be it. There were worse ways to send an afternoon.

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The Deck; Saturday Morning [10/02].

2021-10-02T20:30:08Z

Posted by: kawaii_complex

It had been a very strange morning, and Motoko didn't quite know what was going on, but she figured she had time to figure it out. After her training.

If anything, the training would help. Some meditation. Some forms. And perhaps she would be able to see clearly and ignore the fact that she'd awaken in a strange room with a strange ~~presumably~~ boy and an owl in it and figure it out.

Was it some sort of test of her training? No one had mentioned anything like this before, but the Shinmei-ryu were known to have their secrets.

And so training it was. Meditation. Focusing on her inner self and her outer surroundings and what it all might mean in the greater scheme of things. She found a space on the deck and had out her practice sword, made of bamboo, and got to work, lifting it high above her head and then, sharply, stiffly, precisely, swinging it down parallel to the ground. She lifted it again over her head, repeated the move with a small sound. Lifted it again. Swung it down. Over and over and over.

Anyone looking particularly close might notice that, with each motion, she was actually slicing the small, tiny leaves that were blowing over from a nearby tree, nearly all of them perfectly in half.

[[ open deck is open of course! Sakaki is Motoko Aoyama from Love Hina and giving me some Old Skool nostalgia viiiiibes~ ]]

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The Deck of the Dorm, All Day Wednesday

2021-02-10T19:05:44Z

Posted by: gospel_of_oblivion

Warping the natural fabric of the Universe with magic was a responsibility and an honor and Illyana wasn't supposed to do it for selfish reasons blah blah blah.

Which is the only reason why she hadn't suddenly made it a gorgeous summer day over the entire island. Responsibility and shit.

She had, however, created an invisible dome over the deck. Any rain or snow blowing around would hit the outside of the shield and just slide away, and inside she'd brought the temperature up to a nice 75F. If you looked up, the illusion she'd laid on the inside of the dome gave you blue skies and a gorgeous summer day.

She could manipulate little pockets of reality. As a treat.

So here she was, sipping a fruit smoothie and reading a book. And every time some annoying bit of lugguage decided to drop out of nowhere, it recieved a bored "Yeet," and Illyana using magical TK to toss it into a portal to Limbo. Except for the big trunk that read 'Issues With Authority.' That one she was using as a footrest.

Illyana was perfectly aware of her emotional baggage, thanks. This was just rude.

[OOC: Totes open!]

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The Deck, Wednesday afternoon

2021-01-06T17:22:18Z

Posted by: unusual_sith

It was a little cold out, but that just meant wearing an extra layer. It was nice and sunny, so Lana was going to sit on the deck and compose her next report back home.

Well, eventually she was going to do that. In between just browsing the holonet on her comm to see what new political gossip there was.

[Open deck!]

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The Deck; Saturday Morning [11/14].

2020-11-14T13:03:25Z

Posted by: howareyanow

There was a lot that could (and would!) be said about this weekend's particular brand of tom fuckery, but there was one thing that Wayne knew fer sure, and that was that ponies, no matter how much they were usually humans or humanoid, didn't belong indoors! Not unless that indoors was a barn, the case of which the dorms were definitely not, so after some well-to-do with the door and a bit of careful awkwardness with the stairs, Wayne finally made it outside, into the open air, and instantly felt better about it.

He s'posed it was a silly thing, to be concerned about, considering he was just as much himself as usual, only in pony form, but it just made him feel a little bit better that if the proper order of what body he was inhabitin' couldn't be in order, at least a simple fact like no ponies indoors could be, and that was that.

Although now he was sort of just squinting out over the landscape wondering just what one did with their newfound pony-ness in general...Mebbe go for a little trot. Go lookin' fer a little hay, or, if he was lucky...some barleh....

[[ open deck is open! ]]

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The deck- Sunday afternoon

2020-08-30T18:44:20Z

Posted by: complexfemale

This all felt weird. Maeve was sure she was in for major adjustments and culture shock and it was going to be hard and take some getting used to, and that was before she ended up rooming with a cat girl who didn't think she was a cat girl, which made her at least consider that she herself might be the crazy one.

So yeah. Weird.

She got herself set up enough in her room, slept off some of the jet lag, and then decided to wander around a little and get a better feel for the place. When she found the deck, she took a seat and lit up a cigarette, figuring this was a fine enough spot. She had a book on her if she decided she wanted to stay out here a while. At least out here she didn't have to worry about anything else.

[Open!]

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The Deck; Friday Morning [07/10].

2020-07-10T10:43:40Z

Posted by: dauntlessdragoon

Freya understood that this headwave was probably difficult for everyone, and she also figured she should have a much higher constitution for stuff like this, but while, yes, everyone was likely sweltering in this opressive heat, she was pretty sure there weren't many of them who were also sweltering underneath a full body of fur. She was also from a city of perpetual rain, and so the sheer dryness of everything right now made her not only miserable in the heat, but also incredibly homesick for the cool grottos, the relaxing patter of raindrops on Burmecia's domed roofs and exquisite archetecture...

She was hoping maybe going out onto the deck might at least favor her with a breeze or something, or at least a little bit of shade to wallow in, as she flopped onto one of the deck chairs and idly waved a makeshift fan to at least keep her fur from matting to her face with the sweat. If this didn't work, she'd probably just try the beach and swimming; it wasn't like she wasn't already damp....

The loss of her coat and hat wasn't too heartbreaking at the moment, but the disappearance of her shorts and T-shirt were. If only her mother could see her now, dressed in strips of bedhseets wrapped and drapped around her in the style of Cleyran dancer...

If only she was in Cleyra. Sure, she'd be isolated behind a violent windstorm, but at least there'd be wind...

[[ open deck is open, with a slight SP for work warning! ]]

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The Deck; Sunday Morning [04/12].

2020-04-12T12:58:34Z

Posted by: howareyanow

Thus far, Wayne had actually managed to be be blissfully ignorant of any shenanigans going on with the island that particular weekend, as evidenced by the fact that he'd even bothered going outside instead of just hiding out in his room all day, organizing his plaids or something, just to avoid as many children as possible. He did not particularly care for kids, not even when he was a kid himself, so it was sheer ignornace that allowed him to leave himself exposed like this on an otherwise unsuspecting morning.

But it was also Easter, which meant he was missing out on the annual Easter egg hunt tradition back home, and his attempt to get into the spirit of it remotely was to go have his coffee and a morning dart outside on the deck, where he had a seat, lit his cigarette, took a few sips of coffee, and then settled in to keep an eye on his phone because Katy had promised to live-tweet the event for him so he didn't feel too left out.

They mentioned that Squirrel Dan's cousin Samuel offered to be Wayne's stand-in for the hunt, but Wayne wasn't going to be on board with that idea. He fucking hated Samuel. He fucking hated Samuel so much.

Samuel, it should be noted, was a seven-year-old.

[[ open deck is open! please torture Wayne with children. mwa ha ha ]]

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The Deck; Saturday Afternoon [11/16].

2019-11-16T17:54:41Z

Posted by: hashtag_chocobro

After a conversation with Sabine yesterday about art and some of the more...err...destructive natures of her particular style of art, Prompto had an idea, especially since, well, it seemed like he was one of the few grown-ups even left in the dorms this weekend and it was probably a good idea to have something all the little kidlets could do that was somewhat contained and keeping them out of trouble.

Because, you know, babysitting his wee tiny little sister and a wee tiny little Zora (SO wee tiny, wtf, Sidon??) wasn't enough. He was also taking it on himself to plan a little art party, too. Out on the deck, where there was plenty of space and clean-up was a little easier and not likely to make Fosse pretty much hate everything about this weekend (if he didn't already).

So the deck was covered in layers of big pieces of paper, ready to be turned into art, and there were paints and markers and crayons and whatever other art supply Prompto could think of and find (which meant yes, tons of glitter, sorry, Fosse, it couldn't all be avoided!). But there was also a collection of..."bombs"....little things like eggs and grapes and blueberries and water balloons with some paint and food coloring in them that could be thrown onto the deck and explode to give things that little extra Sabine-inspired flair.

And smocks.

So many smocks.

Prompto was making it his personal goal to make sure no kid even got close to touching this stuff until they had a smock on, and he got Sidon on board with it, because he was a good little Zora, and very energetic, so he will chase you down until you obliged, dang it!

[[ ART PARTY! Come make a mess and/or make Prompto flail a little! No OCD, chaos encouraged, please mod your supplies and various art "bombs"! I still have a few hours of work left, though, so I'll be slow to ping back until then! ]]

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The Deck; Friday Evening [09/13].

2019-09-13T21:00:14Z

Posted by: howareyanow

Friday night, not much to do, so Wayne was going to do what he'd likely be doing if he was back home. Sitting around, smokin' a dart, drinkin' a beer. He figured it was probably a bold strategy, drinking a beer right there out on the dormitory's deck and all, but who was going to say anything? A chaperone?

He thought it might have been a good nice for a good bush party, but, unless he tracked down Nina, if he headed out to get a good fire going, he'd likeleh be the only one out there on account of the fact that he was really bad about telling people about bush parties. No bonfire out here on the deck, but it seemed like it'd be more of a thing for people to join him if he was just right outside the dorms.

Not that there's be anything wrong if no one did, either. Sometimes, it was just kind of nice to sit out as night was falling, havin' a smoke, drinkin' a beer.

[[ it's a good day for decks, why not? i don't get nearly enough time to post Wayne doing what he does best, jus' sittin' and drinkin' an' smokin'. and I'm also just coming out of a big funk and itching to waste all night in game. So it's definitely open! ]]

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The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [05/26].

2019-05-26T16:55:50Z

Posted by: howareyanow

Even with things around the place going a bit loopy here and there, what with things like dinosaurs and flooding and apparently everyone but him and a small, select few being twenty years older for a weekend, and even with the utter lack of chorin' to be had, Wayne found himself settling into a bit of a rhythm around here, and for that, he was glad. It helped, having things to do, even if those things were just playing with dogs at the shelter or cooking breakfast on Monday mornings or having a smoke out on the deck on lazy Sundays, weather permitting.

The flooded island was a little bit scenic from here, too. And passing a few hours out here, dart at his lips, a mug of coffee in his hand, just sitting and watching ducks float by wasn't so bad, really. 'Bout how he'd spend the day back home, only without the produce stand and the usual motley crew. Good for collecting his thoughts, thinking about the week ahead, on how maybe he'd finally try swinging by that scrapyard, see if there was any work that needed doing.

But this, for now, wasn't so bad, really. Not so bad at all.

[[ open deck is open! a bit of SP likeleh, but, ohgod, save me from work XD ]]

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The Deck; Saturday Afternoon [05/11].

2019-05-11T17:11:57Z

Posted by: howareyanow

Well, now, this weather put a bit of a damper on Wayne's vague plans of possible having a Burning Bush Party tonight to take care of that glittery shirt, now, wasn't it? Not that he'd been expecting much, considering he didn't have anyone's Facebook (and fuck Facebook, anyway), and the talking cat had suggested he make flyers if he wanted to let people know, but fuck if he was going to make flyers. He was just going to head out into the woods, maybe get a bonfire going at that old camp ground he remembered passing during his quote-unquote-Wilderness class, have a couple beers, a couple smokes, and if that was it, well, then, that didn't seem like a bad night. If anyone else happened by with pert'near the same idea, then that would work, too.

Not good bush party weather, though. Not good weather for anything much but crops, realleh, but if Wayne was going to allow himself to be cooped up inside for much longer, he was going to get a little stir-crazy. Seemed to be space enough out here on the deck where he could stand underneath something and have a dart without getting wet, though, so that was good enough for him.

Not much to do, realleh, but there was fresh air. Beat just stickin' in his room, dicking around on his phone all day. But if it stayed this quiet, he might wind up doing a little bit of that. Pull up the good ol' hockeyfights.com, and there's an afternoon well spent.

[[ open deck is open, of course! *mods plenty of overhangs and dry space or whatever, idk, why not?* ]]

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The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [11/25].

2018-11-25T18:11:09Z

Posted by: in_sidon_we_trust

The weather that day was actually fairly nice, not really terribly cold at all, and, having pretty much resigned himself to the idea that winter was going to stick around for good, Sidon was going to take advantage of it. He felt like he kept saying that there weren't many more days like this left, only to be then offered another one, and he was certainly not going to complain.

He was also not going to do much while outside on the desk, but that was par for the course. He was mostly just going to enjoy it, enjoy the view, and do some thinking. He did, after all, have an awful lot to think about, but first and foremost in his mind, today at least, was how the semester would be ending soon. There's be a winter break before the next one, and it seemed like an awful long time since he'd planned a trip home with his friends. And he had quite a few new friends (and some old ones that hadn't been on the list last time) that should get a chance to see Hyrule, and get away from the cold weather.

...if it ever really showed up.

...he was perfectly fine if it didn't.

[[open deck is open!]]

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The Deck, Sunday Morning

2018-11-04T14:08:18Z

Posted by: midichlorianfail

Given how the swoop had become A Project, Theron figured it was in his interest to go back to basics and reacquaint himself with some mechanical fundamentals. To that effect he'd 'borrowed' a small broken engine from work and was stripping it down to see if he could get it running again.

Of course, he hadn't realised how basic he was going back to until he's started taking it apart, this thing was so primitive.

As he worked, his breathing settled into a familiar, meditative pattern.

[Open!]

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The Deck; Saturday Afternoon [10/27].

2018-10-27T15:16:02Z

Posted by: in_sidon_we_trust

One thing that came easily for a race that lived to be hundreds of years old was patience; no need to rush into things when time stretched so long and languid. Still, Sidon had always been a bit different from other Zora in that respect, considered quite impulsive and restless for his kind. And the last week...a week! Such a small unit of time, barely a blink in the grand scheme of it all, and yet, and yet...had certainly felt like a true test for what his limited patience was capable of. He supposed it was a good thing, too, in the long run, that fate had made it that he and Vette's paths did not cross often during the regular course of these weeks; if they did, he didn't know if he could hold himself back and give her the space and time that he felt she needed. Even the things he did to occupy himself through the week--his classes, his work, his training, getting in as much swimming as he could before the inevitable onset of his dry, oceanless winters here--seemed less like distractions and more like inspirations, filling his head with a million different things that would be incredibly difficult not to just bombard her with the next time he saw her.

He was going to insist on that swimming lesson, at the very least; that much he decided, because it also had the benefit of being practical and necessary and also on a deadline, since they didn't have many good outdoor swimming days left.

Or enjoyable, comfortable outdoor days left in general, for that matter, which was why Sidon was planning to spend as much time outside as he could before the weather became unbearable. Today was nice, though, with a cloudy cover that gave him the hope for rain, so he would be loathed to spend too much time inside.

He wasn't doing much more than just standing there, enjoying the fresh air and trying to sort through all the thoughts he'd been putting aside throughout the week, but that was typically what Zora tended to do with all that time they had, anyway.

[[ open deck is open! with work-related slowness that I'm guaranteed to need distraction from ]]

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The Deck; Sunday Afternoon [10/21].

2018-10-21T15:16:31Z

Posted by: in_sidon_we_trust

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

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The Deck; Tuesday Afternoon [10/02].

2018-10-02T19:35:17Z

Posted by: in_sidon_we_trust

The rains continued to fall over Zora's Domain from the newly awaken Vah Ruta; Sidon knew this deep in his heart, as if he could hear the gentle patter of the droplets on the waters of the kingdom. No rain here, it would seem, though he wished there was. It would help him to feel a little bit better if the weather matched his mood a little better. He tried not to so morose, he had hoped his class earlier would distract him well enough, but it was not meant to be. He was having those dreams again, the ones that surfaced every so often, but not so much while he was here except directly after a trip home. Dreams of his sister, but there was...something else there, too, that he couldn't quite place, that was very different from normal, almost a longing, a calling...and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He didn't feel necessarily bad, either, and he almost always felt a sense of doom when those dreams visited him. This time, it was almost a reassurance, like someone was telling him not to be worried, that it would all be okay.

Very strange, indeed.

Going for a swim, it seemed, only seemed to make him remember more, and whatever it was he felt like searching for certainly wasn't there, either. He decided perhaps to settle for a while on the deck, hope a distraction came in the form of other people passing to and fro from the dormitory, and, in case that hope failed, in the pages of an Earth book relevant to his interests to try to work through to pass the time, half-wondering what it could all mean.

[[ oh, lordy, work is testing me today! Open deck is open! ]]

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The deck- Tuesday afternoon

2018-09-11T15:25:30Z

Posted by: seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had spent most of her weekend inside a shop, doing nothing but painting. Which was great, but it also meant she was taking advantage of getting outside for a bit before the weather got terrible. She brought out her sketchbook, then found a place to sit and prop her feet up to just do some random sketching. Which maybe turned out to be less random and more inspired by last week's trip and Iris' shop, once she got into it.

Considering how busy she seemed to be lately, this was just a nice, calm way to spend some time.

[Open! So bored! Feels so late in the day!]

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The Deck, Saturday Morning

2018-09-08T10:41:37Z

Posted by: not_of_the_nora

The weather had gotten drearier over the past few weeks, and that suited Aloy just fine. Too much sunshine wasn't good for the land - regardless of what the people of this time did to keep the food and drinks flowing freely.

No, a rainy morning was fine. She'd been tinkering on something that might be a step towards plugging herself into the portal system for a while now. She took the device, a mess of wires and two skillfully autopsied phones, and sat down with it on the porch.

Her Focus was on, showing her a multitude of facts about the device she was working on, and helping her block out the world.

Tinker, tinker...

[[ open! ]]

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Dorm deck, Sunday afternoon

2018-08-26T20:48:19Z

Posted by: unusual_sith

Lana had settled in, gotten the lay of the land, and gone shopping for clothes. Now she was sitting on the deck attached to the dormitory and meditating, determining her first impressions of the place and people and what it all meant.

To anyone not Force-sensitive, it would probably appear she was kneeling, her head bowed. To anyone Force-sensitive, well, there was a well of feeling around her, hatred and fear strong as she worked on connecting to the local currents.

This might take some time.

[OOC: Open deck!]

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The Deck; Saturday Afternoon [08/18].

2018-08-18T21:25:04Z

Posted by: in_sidon_we_trust

As usual, Sidon had made arrangement to return to Zora's Domain during the interval between semesters; as much as he loved the island, living on land was so strange and he couldn't help be homesick quite frequently. It would be good to return for a while, and this time by himself so he could simply enjoy being with his people without entertaining his friends, as wonderful as it had been to have them there last time. Besides, his last correspondence with Muzu sounded...a bit troubled. Vah Ruta was...acting strangely, he said, though Sidon wasn't entirely certain what that could mean. Whatever it was, though, perhaps it was best if he could focus on that.

It never took him long to get ready, considering he didn't ever have much to pack, though he did have a small satchel filled with small gifts for his people, nothing special, just toys and trinkets, especially for the little hatchlings. But he still had some time before his portal was ready and he hated being cooped up inside the dorms, especially now that he was feeling anxious and excited. So he was waiting outside on the deck for a little while, contemplating a swim but not wanting to wind up dripping water all over the Portalocity Office floor.

Thankfully, he did have a small puzzle toy that had caught his attention with its bright colors, but those colors, he realized, were quite the lure into a rather complicated and frustrating mess. He'd heard tales of the Ancients making complex puzzles within Shrines for heroes to solve, but if they were even remotely as difficult as this on, why, then, he wondered how Ancient heroes managed to get anything done at all!

[[open! save me from work]]

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The Deck; Tuesday Mid-Morning [05/22].

2018-05-22T12:29:52Z

Posted by: white_oleander

Astrid was very deliberately, very intentionally not going to her Zoology workshop today. She'd given the matter a lot of thought...too much thought, really...and she'd even spent hours trying to work it out through sketches, dozens of recreations of the fantastic barren landscape presented to them last week. But she still couldn't untangle the knot that Jenkins's words had put in her stomach, especially once she realized she was in a situation where she really couldn't win. Still, she figured, if he was going to act like it was such a bad thing that she only came to class because she was expected to, then she was stubborn enough to just not go. Which was ironic, because she actually did want to go now. Not for the class itself, but just to see what incredible world the Danger Shop would present them with that week. She'd gotten so much inspiration out of that last one that a restless part of her desperately wanted to go and soak up another one, but, no, she'd made up her mind, she wasn't going, maybe she'd go next week, but she hadn't decided and if she did go, it would just be for the artistic inspiration.

So she returned to the dorms after Arts & Crafts, went up to her room to snag a book, and then went down to the deck to have a seat and do some reading instead. But she grabbed one of Tip's recommendations from the pile she'd borrowed from the library instead of one of the titles on her mother's extensive reading list, because, apparently, once she started rebelling, she could clearly not be contained.

The sky looked like it might be threatening rain, but Astrid was willing to hedge her bets. She was too anxious to stay cooped up inside, and she might even decide to go wandering through town again after a few chapters if the restlessness kept up. But she very much, very pointedly, intended to stay right here and read at least for the duration of second period. What was the worst that could happen? They'd kick her out? She mostly hated it here, anyway. She'd probably mostly hate it anywhere they sent her, so it didn't really matter, did it?

[[open deck is open!]]

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