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not-a-mused.livejournal.com

There was hopefully no way that Ino could begrudge Cal having her party a day late, especially since it was a far cry from being a day short. The food he had planned caused him to get some use out of that sixth floor kitchen and space, and he'd been to the task ever since he finished with Oceanography class in hopes to get it finished before everyone started showing up. If they did. He'd ~~handwavily because the mun sucks~~ passed out the invitations through everyone's door, but who only knew with the drama of yesterday.

If no one showed up, he'd have to deal with a pouting Ino. But, on the bright side, he'd have all this delicious Greek food for leftovers basically until eternity, because there was a lot of it.

He'd even decorated a little, subtly, with some occasional touch of purple. And a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO!" banner in case anyone couldn't figure out what it was all about. Throw on some music, and there it was. There was nothing to the party part. It was mostly about the food, anyway.

Oh, and Ino. Her, too.

[[ up early for great SP justice! Everyone got invites, so come one, come all, ~~but please wait for~~ some OCD has arrived! ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

The whole incident with the hair had almost caused Cal to forget exactly what day this was. Monday. That meant more than just having to work at the library. That meant Rumor Girl, on the TV, and Cal was there.

Pretending to ignore it while cooking food. No burgers this time, but something just as good and Greek and handy for TV watching: souvlaki.

[[ I ALMOST FORGOT. THERE WAS WORK. ANYWAY, OPEN. PLEASE DON'T MIND MY CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL IN THIS OOC NOTE ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah got to the gym earlier than she'd ~~*handwavily*~~ told Liir, put her gear down by the wall, and went to practice her TK on the weights. 350. 400? 425. Ha. Lift. Put down. Lift. Put down. Hmm, how long can she do this before she gets a headache?

[expecting one, but open]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Pretty much the best part of this week was that it was it was over. Also that there had been teddy bear samurai/ninha fighting in History today That was awesome.

Beyond that? Total loss of a week, and Rose was watching it go out to the backdrop of a Project Runway marathon.

...not that she was interested in the show of course. Just that there wasn't anything else on. Really.

[*mods the teevee omg as my sad lack of cable means I'm watching yesterday's ep today*]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.

"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."

Well, they don't JUST gossip.

"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."

( and there is flist saving under here! )

[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince,

bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]

Current Mood: energetic

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Clearly, someone getting his old job back at the diner had been cause for inspiration, as Cal was in the kitchen of the fourth floor common room, flipping burgers. Not just any burgers. Awesome feta cheese burgers.

The fact that the new Rumor Girl was on the TV and he was paying more attention to the TV than the burgers was merely coincidence.

Really.

[[ holy crap, I almost forgot and got home just in time, huzzah. Open common room is open. And common, as I almost typed instead of open. But SP warning. As I am lamesauce. ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It was Sunday, so, of course, Cal made sure that he didn't just stay in bed all day, tied back his hair, and went down to the gym. It didn't take much convincing that afternoon, though. Not because he'd already gotten back into the routine, but simply because he was eager to submit himself to the mindless repetition of his weight training. It might put a little bit of order into his consciousness, still whirling and spinning and feeling ready to topple over the edge after the last few days...

Like jumping into the deep end without a life preserver, but, hopefully, just setting to the sweaty task and letting adrenaline move him for a while would at least get his toes to brush the bottom.

[[ open gym is open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

And here they were. His men. His frat. Arthur was happily (if idly) fiddling with his gloves while he waited for everyone to enter. The door slammed shut omniously as the last one did. "Ah," he said, "I see you've all managed to make it. Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Fandom's first and only fraternity. We are all men here..." his eyes trailed past Illyria, "Despite appearances, and we have a reputation to uphold."

( and the two manly men get babbly! )

[co-written with that Prince of Princes,

bitch_prince]

Current Mood: cheerful

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

The fact that Cal had made it down to the gym as early as he had (even though it was pretty well into the day) made him feel proud. The summer had been filled with plenty of lazy days, especially once he'd returned to Michigan, so he felt it was a good thing that he was waking up in the afternoons at all.

Hair tied back and in his loose, comfy work-out clothes, he stretched out a little by the machines before getting back into the habit of using them. They should be a cinch, too, after building churches for two months.

[[ open gym is open, though I may be a little slow ]]

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley was having trouble sleeping again. She'd tried everything. Counting jumping sheep, counting sheep jumping in a minefield, the usual sort of thing. None of it was working. So Hayley padded out to the common room in her bright pink pajamas (thank you, Elle).

She turned on the TV, only to discover late night re-runs of Vanessa Saturn. Wow, TV had change a lot since her time...

[[Open to one and all]]

[[eta: collapsing asleep now, folks. Will pick up SP tags tomorrow, if that's okay.]]

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley hadn't slept much since her arrival. She'd wandered back into her room after visiting the common room at the wee hours of the morning, but hadn't had anything truly restful. Even tired, though, she seemed happy and cheerful. Just ignore the bags under her eyes. She sat on a couch, her legs curled up under herself. She flipped through the channels, not staying on anything for too long. She was just in awe of it all. The colors, the shows, the clothes, the music.

This was the future for Hayley Fitzpatrick. It was awe-striking, wonderful, and terrifying.

Though deep down, she just wished she could relax enough to sleep.

[[OOC: Common Room is Open like Zatanna's legs!]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Fight Club being canceled for the evening, Dinah decided to step up her workout that afternoon. After a session with the weights, she was now pummeling the punching bag. Kick-punch-strike, punch-punch-punch-kick!

Hm. And maybe some TK weight lifting when she was done with this.

[open like an open thing]

notafairmaiden.livejournal.com

In the fourth floor common room, ~~Gwynn~~ Baby Plucky Duck was having the time of his wee little feathered life.

He kept running back and forth between the couch and the sink and bouncing around as he explained to everybody very loudly what was going on in his world.

It was probably a good thing that you just don't ask where all of the green feathers came from...

[[OOC: Open as common rooms are. Come play with the huntress who thinks she's an adorable green baby duck.]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had scrubbed for what seemed like hours this morning and yet he still felt unclean after last night's...thing with Gavin.

Also, his back was freaking killing him. That bastard was heavy as hell!

So the KKG had been given notice that they were meeting in the pool today where there could be relaxing and stretching. No snacks, but there were plenty of rafts, floaties, and noodles to play with. Not dirty. Ew.

Current Mood: literally crushed

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the ~~meta for~~James Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

After making an appearance in class, Angela was in need of something to cleanse her mind of the zombie movie clips. With everything going on, watching all that just made her feel a little ill.

That was why the television was tuned firmly to Nickelodeon, for something silly and distracting.

She was clutching a mug of hot chocolate, and had that hockey stick she'd picked up lying across her lap. Better safe than... something else.

[[it's a common room, and it is open.]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal had slept in way too late today, which, while nice, made him unsure if he really wanted to go down to the gym today.

After about an hour of shuffling around and realizing he wasn't going to do anything else, he figured he should at least make the effort. It would be a relatively light attempt, though, it would seem.

[[ open gym is open! ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal figured he could have just called it good and gotten up to shower at fuck-early-o'clock to avoid this whole problem, but he was struck with a sudden stubborn streak to at least have one common room to himself as usual. It was a very important thing for a guy trying to hide the fact that he was part-girl, after all. The fourth floor was over crowded, the third floor contained Chuck Bass, and, apparently, the fifth floor had broken shower heads.

So that was why Cal was now heading into the second floor and thinking that, if this didn't work, then it was clearly a Fandom thing. Clearly. Stupid Fandom.

[[ I HAD TO. Just as open as the last one, tooooo, of course ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

All Cal wanted was a place where he could shower without having to be insanely self-conscious (despite the fact that who would even look?) and be able to pee sitting down in peace. It wasn't too much to ask, one would think, but it seemed like it was too much to expect, as his usual bathroom was veritably all full up.

And so Cal relocated down a floor, peeked in, saw that it was so far, so good, and wished that you could just lock the doors.

[[ Cal is seeking privacy, so of course I had to do this and make the post is wide, wide open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

With a towel over one shoulder, Hannibal had disappeared into the bathroom about an hour ago. The hot shower had taken up most of that time but now he was out, clad in only his jeans, and standing in front of one of the mirrors, doing what guys do when their in the bathroom.

Checking themselves out, of course. It was a time honored secret tradition amongst men. They might not act it but they all wanted to look good. Had to look good out of clothes to really think you look good in them. Or something.

For Hannibal, that mostly meant deciding if he needed a shave or not. He'd decided no and then moved on to wondering if he needed a haircut. The wet hair didn't really help that decision since it wasn't doing its normal 'stick up where it pleases' schtick that he'd gotten so used to.

"Maybe I could just do it myself," he said to no one, ruffling his hair and not realizing how bad an idea that truly would be.

[Open to boys (and boys from other floors are so welcome)...and girls! Like any of the boys care if the girls wanna sneak in! This was partly due to me wanting

rocksthescarf to make a post where Chuck shaved his chest hair (I used her favorite icon in honor of that) and wanting to see how many shirtless icons I could get in one place. Mondays do things to my brain.]

Current Mood: artistic

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It was Sunday afternoon so, of course, Cal had made it down to the gym for a work out. He was quiet as he stretched, quiet as he settled into the comfortable familiarity of his weight routine. He had gotten a jar off his hands, but there was still a lot on his mind, which he hoped to dispel with sweat and work and aching mucles.

[[ open gym is open! ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It was a little ironic, that this should happen after Saint Patrick's Day, but a suddenly bearded and Irish Cal McStephanides (which was a very ancient clan name, don't you know?) made haste to the common room. He was driven by a great swell of sweet pride, and could not wait to tell the world.

"Oy!" he announced, to no one and everyone in particular. "Did ye hear about our Merlin?"

[[ so very open, especially once our Merlin gets here. This post is a beautiful concoction of four holy things: muns in the same room under the influence of each other, insanely sexy bearded icons, Irish PBs who aren't playing Irish characters, and this which is NSFW. But it is Win For Life. ]]

[[also, you saw nothing *waves hand* ]]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Hinata had taken a long look out her window this morning, an equally long look down at the furry bit of kitten who’d been trying to eat her ankles and convince her that it would be wonderful to go out and decided that: no, she didn’t think so.

Yei purred, and napped, and tried to break out of the room for most of the morning, followed her around while she’d made a quick lunch and trailed back to the room, and then repeated the pattern.

Come evening, though, while Hinata still had no plans to go outside, she’d decided that taking pity on Yei was easy enough, carted the kitten down to the common room, and was leaning over the back of the couch with a bit of yarn trailing from her fingers.

While Yei viciously attacked it. Clearly the yarn was Pure Evil. (And bright pink.)

[Oooopen, yes!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal considered skipping the whole Rumor Gal thing again tonight (could it be? Had C finally outgrown his Upper East Side Obsession?), but then he remembered that he'd started a monster. It was a small monster, true, but one all the same, and that monster demanded his obligation of going to the common room, 'losing' the remote, and then being too lazy to get up from the couch to change the channel from where he lounged with a box of cookies.

With Rumor Gal on TV, even if it wasn't until next week that there were new episode. So annoying.

[[ open CR is open, of course! ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

All good weekends had to, unfortunately, come to an end, and Cal was observing the unfortunate passing of a weekend with Penelope gone leaving Claire with a room to herself (and plants to feed, of course) with his usual Sunday trip to the gym, a little later than usual. It was also a little more distracted than usual, his sets and reps with the weights a little slower and lighter and less religious than they had been at other times, at least until he really started to get a sweat going and a rhythm and zone.

[[ super-duper slow for a few hours, but open gym is open! ]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There were Cheetos in the rec room again. Life was good for the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin.

"Okay, so, I was thinking we were due for a gathering," John told the assembled group in between chewing his snack. "I was thinking something low key. An outing to Caritas or a visit to Fast Eddie's. Maybe this weekend? What do you guys say?"

Current Mood: headtilty

gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com

Claudia had pizza, candy, a huge stack of hair and makeup products and her weight in fashion magazines down in the rec room with her, along with her fluffy pink blanket.

She didn't have classes until Friday and saw no reason not to turn tonight into an impromptu slumber party.

She flipped on some music, grabbed an issue of Cosmo and relaxed.

[OOC: Open to all! Come get a terrifying makeover!]

Current Mood: excited

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Considering that all Cal did once he got back to his room was lay on the bed and do nothing, he realized that he really needed to go and do something to get him back into the swing of no more vacation time. He almost had to force himself to do it, but he was down in the gym eventually, hitting up the weight machines, settling into the old routine, at the protest of all his relaxed muscles.

It didn't take long, though, before he was really enjoying it and getting fairly into it, too.

[[ open gym, of course! ]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It was Sunday, and he was definitely still himself, so Cal (eventually) managed to drag himself out of bed, wake up a little, and shuffle down to the gym for some weight training. After some stretching, he settled into his reps lightly. If anyone asked, he had prepared the excuse that he'd just been too busy having something notably wrong with him the past few weekends and didn't want to throw himself back into it heavily and wind up hurting himself. The excuse was not the real reason. The real reason was simply that he was way too distracted, thinking about how nice the weekend had been, and was likely to get a barbell dropped on his toe if he didn't go light.

[[ Open for all your gymly needs, although I'm likely to be ridiculously slow until this evening ]]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not that princes of Narnia complained in any way. That was a sure-fire way to get turned into stone.

He'd spent today trying to find a way back to Narnia, but to no avail. Now he was sure that this was a test. His Queen would not have sent him to this island if she didn't intend for him to conquer it. Unless, of course, she'd found out about his plan to eventually betray her as he had his brother and sisters and take his rightful place as King of Narnia. He was going to go on the assumption that that plan still remained a secret.

But conquering took planning. He had time. That was why he stood on the deck outside of the dorms, ever-aware of the power of his wand in his pocket, dressed in full black leather and a billowing black cloak, and looked out upon his soon-to-be new kingdom.

[OOC: Edmund is Prince Edmund of Narnia, dark, brooding, magical darkfic version of Edmund. Open as decks are.]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Tibby still had no idea where she was or how she got there. She had ~~handwavily~~ spent the previous day exploring the town and came to the conclusion that she could get some amazing footage for her suckumentary.

Since she couldn't find her own equipment, she had borrowed some money from the wallet of the girl who looked freakishly like her and bought some new stuff.

Then she decided to set up shop in the rec room, hoping to get some good interviews.

[ooc: "Tibby" is looking for some fun people to interview! I'm here for the next three hours and then AFK for part of the day but will happily pick up tags this evening and am totally down with SP for anyone who wants their pup's AU weekend antics caught on film. In the rec room so it can be open to adults too!]

Current Mood: creative

lovemykilt

Malcolm had spent the morning wandering around, boggling. Harken had never looked like this before! They must have remodeled the whole dorm! Of course, that meant he kept getting lost -- Malcolm wasn't that great at finding his way around on a good day. But there were all these new people around! It was his duty as a long-standing Harken student to meet them, right?

He just wished he could find Jake or Zoe or even Mr. Felcher. They'd know what was going on. . . .

He finally settled into one of the large common rooms and sat perched on the couch. Maybe someone would come by who could tell him what was going on.

[ooc: open! I have to run to work in a few hours and am greedy and want to get some play in. *grumbles at stupid work scheduling me all weekend*]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal didn't care if he was so sick he felt like death warmed over; he was pretty sure there was new Rumor Gal tonight. The set-up was perfect. Clearly, he had to get out of his room, which needed some time to let the bad air out, so he needed to relocate for a little bit. And he was too sick to move around looking for the 'lost' remote.

Funny how things like that always happened on Monday, wasn't it?

[[ open as usual! I need to find a hobby ]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The KKG meeting was much warmer this week and John was practically bouncing over what he wanted to talk to the guys about.

"So, this Sunday is the SuperBowl - that's a big American football game if you hadn't heard - and I was thinking the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin could throw a little game-watching party. What do you guys think?"

Current Mood: dorky

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Popcorn? Check.

A suspiciously varied and plentiful supply of Faygo pop? Check.

'Missing' remote? Check.

TV 'stuck' on the same place it was stuck every Monday evening at eight o'clock EST? Check.

And Cal was too comfortable to move from where he was sprawled on the couch. What tragedy, indeed.

[[ yup, basic weekly Rumor Gal post is open as always. ]]

[[ And I actually typed 'Rumor Cal' first. The ensuing laugh was obnoxiously loud ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

All the chat and all the information at Cop Con had Dinah feeling the need to process. Time for some weights and work on the bag.

A little revolution, and Dinah was pounding on the bag like it, oh, say, told her about her alternate universe future self and freaked her out.

Just a little.

[ooc: open!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

This was nearly two days without power, and Angela was actually surprised just how much she missed it. Not just because it the entire place was dark and freezing cold, although that was a major factor. Even aside from that, without music and television it was very quiet, and she wasn't really a fan of that.

The common rooms seemed to be the only places where it wasn't ice cold, so she took herself and her trashy novel down there, and curled up in her blanket on a beanbag near the quietly crackling fire.

For some reason she couldn't stop yawning. She'd only been to one class today, so she was blaming all the hot chocolate, the dim light and a warm fire. It was totally that.

[[open, as a common room usually is!]]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Sure, there was inauguration highlights you could be watching. Sure, there was snow that could be played in. Sure, there was homework that could be done.

But why would you do any of those things when two of your gremlin-bitten classmates were destroying the common room in order to prove that their awesome new cleaning products worked?

"HELLO, FANDOM! BILLY MAYS HERE TO SHOW YOU THE CLEANING POWER OF OXYCLEAN!" Harvey pointed at a headset-clad Temari. "AND WITH ME IS MY FRIEND VINCE WHO IS HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE SUCKING POWER OF THE SHAMWOW CLOTH!"

Harvey then opened up a bottle of soda and proceeded to spill it on the carpet. "SHOW 'EM, VINCE!"

[Um, yes, Harvey and Temari think they are Billy Mays and Vince the Shamwow guy. As a warning, you might get stuff spilled on your clothes just to prove the awesome cleaning power of Oxyclean]

Current Mood: SO DAMN EXCITED

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.

[[ open, of course. God help him. ]]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf had an assignment. One that he was not fond of.

However, orders were orders. Even if Cable wasn't technically in Starfleet, he was still his boss and Worf was going to face this challenge straight on.

Even if he did get a weird sense of deja vu whenever he saw Whoopi Goldberg.

[Worf is currently watching the view. This will change when Cal arrives. Open!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

A Monday night. Fourth floor common room. A remote control conveniently lost underneath the couch, Rumor Gal on the television, and a Cal Stephanides too 'worn out' from a long day of work to bother getting up from his comfortable sprawling on the couch.

Coincidence? Hell yes it was. At least, that was what Cal would insist on, firmly and unflappably, should anyone ask.

[[ common room is open! and I actually didn't forget this week's, yaaay *still blames Sam* ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Although Cal had definitely got a late, late, late start to his usual workout, he wasn't going to let him slip out of the habit. He showed up, stetched out, and hit up a few of his usual machines.

And then he considered the punching bags. He considered the carefully, and, after checking to make sure no one was there, he threw a few punches. Then a few more until he started get in a rhythm of things. They weren't impressive, by any means, but he could see why everyone chose that form of exercise so often.

He could have really gotten into it if he weren't so paranoid. He stopped and went back to the weights before anyone could come in and see him.

[[ open gym is open! Will be late in pinging thanks to being to the actual gym, but it's slow enough at work for me to post this before I flee for a wee bit ]]

lovemykilt

Priestly had been all set to go out and walk around and generally be fairly broody over the whole Amber-turning-out-to-have-an-exclusive-boyfriend-who-turned-into-brownies thing. He had the whole look -- jacket, hands shoved in pockets, downturned look, hunched shoulders -- and he strode out through the lobby and out the front door with great purpose.

And immediately turned around and came back in because jacket or no, it was freaking cold out there!

Which would be why he was now sitting on the stairs between the lobby and the second floor, brooding. It wasn't quite as atmospheric, but it would do.

[ooc: Dude, it's a stairwell. Totally open.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal really didn't put much stock into New Years Resolution, but he did have a general belief that a new year wasn't a bad time to get back on track with his workouts.

Plus, he wanted to get out of his room to avoid having to explain more things to his doofy roommate. Cal realized he should have probably been more sympathetic since the guy was practically from the Dark Ages (literally), but, man. He hadn't even caught up with the technology of this century; he wasn't about to explain it to someone several more behind if he could avoid it.

So he was in the gym, stretching out a bit before hitting up the weight.

[[ you know it's bad when you keep posting things despite that it hurts to look at a screen for too long! Open, though OP might be slow! ]]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."

momslilassassin

Ben certainly knew how to have fun on a Friday night: by kicking the crap out of a perfectly defenseless punching bag.

At least it was a productive outlet for anger?

Current Mood: angry

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Ah. The couch. Very comfortable, very nice, especially after a long, hard day at the library and working oh-so-hard in Self-Defense Club. Cal reveled in the softness of the cushions and how easily his lanky body seemed to have no problem taking it over, and munching on delicious cookies that seemed to have been just waiting for him to consume.

The fact that Rumor Gal was on the TV was pure coincidence. Really. It was just on. Background noise. Somehow, 'someone' had lost the remote under the couch again. The fact that he appeared riveted to it was just more of his clear acting skills.

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