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After a class, Karla went back to her room and changed into Morton's old cast-offs. Between the heavy content of today's discussion, the rapidly fading memories of the previous weekend, and the radio's reports that 'Dite was leaving--which would explain her message asking Karla to meet her at the store later--she had a lot to ~~brood over~~ think about. And now that the ground was thawed enough, Karla decided to skip the roof in favor of spending some quality time in the gardens. She could be useful and thoughtful at the same time with the guarantee that she'd feel better when she was done.

Ten minutes later, she was muddy, with dirt under her fingernails and over her face and already feeling a little better about everything.

[Open!]

glacial_queen

By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party ~~sadly~~. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. ~~Please hold for~~ OCD up!]

living_endless

It was a nice morning, with the first hint of fall in the still-warm air. Didi carried a mug of tea onto the deck to enjoy it, feeling philosophical. If she counted the time in New York with Sexton, her first anniversary as a human would be Friday. She wondered if she should throw herself a party to mark the milestone -- if she was still around at all. The feeling she wouldn't be kept tugging at her. Mortal life felt like a dress she had almost outgrown, a sentimental favorite she'd need to give up on soon enough.

She tried to shake it off as she sipped her drink. Going or staying -- whichever was going to happen, would happen without her worrying about it. For now, there was slightly spicy tea to drink and a blue sky to watch.

[OOC: Last public post as Didi.]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

azuldragon.livejournal.com

It was early in the morning, the sun was just creeping up as Azula entered the gym. She went to the mats and stretched, she was feeling restless but mother wasn't making an appearance and Azula felt better for it.

Today was a perfect day for some light sparring.

(Expecting one but open gym is open!)

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had her practice sword, and her new outfit, and her hair back with a barrette. Now she just needed her new swordsmanship student.

She was drilling with the sword while she waited for Jaime to show up, and wondering if she should've saved the outfit for their dance lessons.

Naaaah.

[for

weldedtomyspine, but open, as salles are]

heromaniac

After finally figuring out what was going on, Momoko had rushed back to the dorms to check on her room on Saturday. She was very happy to discover that this year her remote-controlled colouring bug had not come to life and coloured all over her walls again.

While in her room, she'd grabbed the swimsuit she'd somehow forgotten to pack and today tried to sneak from her cabin down to the beach for a nice relaxing day in the sun and surf.

Which didn't happen, because a certain blonde sempai had been lying in wait and Momoko was stuck in the camp gym doing katas instead of swimming. At least Dinah had let her put clothes on over the swimsuit; that would have been just too embarrassing.

"Are you suuuuuure we can't just skip and go to the beach today? It's too hot to exercise! Ooh! Or we can exercise on the beach! That's perfect!"

[for one, but the cabin gym area is open for any]

Current Mood: crushed

daventryprince.livejournal.com

Without class today and considering how much he'd been exercising his brain through his research, Alexander was up early this morning (as he was every morning, really, a habit hard and fast from years of waking before the crack of dawn), and had headed to the salle for a bit of practicing. He had woefully been neglecting his forms and, as he found a foil to work with, he amused himself with thoughts of his master back home, shaking his head in dismay at the prince's neglect.

It was a little strange at first to go into battling an imaginary opponant rather than his master or, on the rarer than she would like occassion, Rosella, but he soon got a rhythm going that had him in smooth practice and movement.

"Parry! Parry! Thrust! Block!"

And, yes, he called them out. It helped him to remember, since he'd only known them for such a short while, and, so far, he was mostly alone, anyway.

[[ open salle is open! ]]

glacial_queen

By mutual agreement, Karla and her parents decided not to talk about about what was going on in Glacia and why she was here at Fandom. They still wished to know and were biding their time; Karla had pretty much decided that telling them would be a waste of time. All they could do was feel bad about it.

Instead, they had spent the afternoon ~~handwavily~~ wandering around the island, with Karla pointing out fun places to hang out and explore. Her father was intrigued by all the modern technology and would have been happy to spend several hours in Karla's dorm, fiddling with the lightswitch, her ipod, and her laptop. Karla's mother, however, wanted to meet more of Karla's friends. Having been on the island for over a year now, Karla knew the best way to lure people into one place.

Several orders of takeout later, the sixth floor common room was filled with dishes from Il Pollo, the Lobster Hut, Ching Tai, and, of course, Pizza Planet. She couldn't let her parents come to Fandom and not try pizza!

[Open for any night-owls!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After talking to Karla, Dinah needed time to de-stress. Maybe a real bike ride around the island, instead of just going out on her motorcycle would work. She stopped in the lobby to pull on her biking gloves, then sat down to tie on her trainers, trying to decide where to go first.

[for one, but open afters!]

glacial_queen

After a difficult morning and an afternoon of fruitless wandering, Karla was more than ready to come back to the dorm and do something silly and mindless. Teevee sounded like an excellent plan for that, assuming she could find something decent on. Half the time she was watching, she could only find those stupid shows where people on stage cried and argued with family members about sex all the time.

Clicking one of the buttons that made it change, Karla flipped channels until she found something she recognized: a baseball game. Since Darkest Night wasn't returning to the air, Karla'd run out of reasons to throw popcorn at the screen. This was perfect!

After making a few calls to potential interested parties, Karla settled back down to watch the game. And if anyone asked, she'd tell them she'd specifically burned the popcorn to make it better to throw, dammit.

[Open like a Common Room!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Talking about and training with Momoko on Friday evening had gotten Dinah into an introspective mood; she'd kept up with her training the best she could while they were on their multi-world trip, including the sword fighting. But it hadn't been the same as her weekly sessions with Arthur.

So now she was up bright shiny early, sword from Kennedy in hand, going through her drills, trying not to hear a voice in her head saying Watch your knee. You call that a swing? Good lord, you're almost starting to be good at this.

[open for anyone, and for phone calls too.]

wantstodirect

Tonight ~~by some wacky coincidence~~ was the airing of the season (and series) finale of Darkest Night and the last Monday Tony was going to spend in Fandom. He'd thought of getting some special foods for the occasion, but really, what could be better than pizza, pop, ice cream and popcorn? Plus, getting to see your best friend play Dead Girl #1 on TV!

[Open!]

Current Mood: nostalgic

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

bitchprince

Arthur still had a leaf in his hair, nestled somewhere he couldn't actually feel it.

He also had some mud on his face.

He was also a little on the cranky side.

So giving him a sword was probably not the best idea on Earth, but it's not like anything could stop him. And he'd... shower after his training. He wasn't going to let a little weekend get him down.

As he was showing the dummy.

Yep.

[[ open! ]]

glacial_queen

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

bitchprince

Arthur's crappy mood about being caught awake with nothing but his boxers on last night had been slightly mitigated by the clean-up afterward. Not that that was anything like anybody else's business, thank you very much, and don't mention it.

So if he was mellow and not particularly aggressive during his drill in the salle that morning, that could be squarely blamed on Merlin. Instead, he slid smoothly through his forms, waiting for his student to arrive.

[[ open to all ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitchprince

Regular time, regular place, regular...

Well, not-regular child.

Sorry, Dinah, but Arthur was a little busy teaching another, more promising student today. Rather than resort to his own drills, he fell back and ran Rhys through his own, inserting the occasional encouragement or correction as he worked.

The boy deserved the better part of his attention.

[[ open! ]]

wantstodirect

Tony'd ordered a batch of pizzas and soda and brought out his Jackie Chan movies. He popped Drunken Master into the DVD player and sat down on the couch. Then got up again and found a couple of bottles of juice in the kitchen. Non-caffeinated stuff might be good for tonight. Dinah could get a little nuts with that in her system.

[Open!]

Current Mood: amused

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Prom had been awesome, and Dinah didn't have a hangover, so she'd woken up early and headed out for her morning run, then ended up on the lawn, going through katas instead of in the gym. Too nice a day to stay inside!

Funny, there were other people who'd agree.

[yup, for kidlets, but open for anyone not related too]

icecoldfrost

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

bitchprince

Arthur hadn't been able to make it down to the salle at his usual time on accounts of the fact they had only arrived that morning. Still, Dinah had been on the same trip, so the message had been ~~handwavily~~ communicated during the way back.

Not that Arthur hadn't managed to get a lot of training in during the trip, but the sword in his hands was more familiar, a better friend than the quarterstaff.

He was not particularly violent or passionate today, simply sliding through his motions with a clear purpose. Felt good, as always, to give his muscles a workout.

[[ open! and I'm done spamming! ]]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil balloons and noisemakers scattered around the room.

Plus, of course, there was the ball pit.

Being inside eating cake and goodies was a lot better than being out in a fog with imaginary and real monsters in it.

[open, ~~wait for the OCD~~ teeny OCD is up!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The afternoon's venture out into the fog had left Dinah jumping at shadows and mildly unnerved. So heading to the roof to squint out at far-off, smudgy streetlights to convince herself there was nothing out there seemed like a good plan.

...did you hear that?

[open, and getting more jumpy by the minute]

bitchprince

Monday. Salle. Arthur.

It would surprise no one that by now, the one function he had truly mastered on his Blackberry was the spreadsheet one. He used it to keep his schedule.

Between drills, he agonized over what to do with his Thursday afternoons. He just had church; surely, there had to be something else he could fit in there?

During drills, however, he thought of nothing of the kind: he just moved, fast as always, sword slicing through the air before him. With utmost concentration.

Still. Thursdays. It bugged.

[[ open! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Trying to figure out how to precisely report what she'd been up to in the last few weeks was dull enough (and difficult enough—Hinata was entirely certain that her father would not believe that she'd spent a weekend only a few inches tall and rather painfully dim) and Hinata was feeling social enough to wander out to the common room.

The television got turned on, if only for the noise, and Hinata settled down with a book to read. Only to pause and reach under the cushion of the couch and pull out a crayon.

Laughing softly, she set the crayon in her lap and went back to her book.

… Yes, this counted as being social for Hinata. Baby steps here. At least she was out of her room?

[Open as common rooms are!]

bitchprince

It was Monday, the weekend had been uneventful - thankfully - and Arthur was working off some left-over aggression from the whole Morgana mess. This time, he wasn't taking it out on the dummies, but rather on himself-- forcing himself to be more precise, more measured, more everything as he moved.

He lost some track of his surroundings in the process, but that was all right.

If anything, sparring Zack had put a new spark into his training routine.

[[ open, although I'll be gone for a good chunk of the day ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had called Priestly when she got in, then zonked out in Jaime's room, and woken up to give him another call, to meet her on the roof as planned. "We should have a toast. A specific one." She grinned. "'Survived another year?'"

[for

lovemykilt, but open, as roofs are]

bitchprince

Arthur had woken up in a room covered in Union Jacks and smelling of poorly-made scones.

He had made an executive decision not to think about it.

He had then cleared out, taken a sword from the weapons locker, and gone straight down to the salle in order to pound some normality into being on the heads of the poor fencing dummies. He had no idea where Merlin was yet (having wanted to get out of the be-Union Jacked room as soon as possible) but he'd sent a text message (along the lines of where are you? I'm in the salle which was downright civil for his standards) and he was sort of hoping the boy could make it there to join him in his denial.

He would be here, anyway, slashing at things.

[[ ooopen ]]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(~~wait for OCD plz!~~ ocd up!)

Current Mood: working

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After Reserves and Gun Club, Dinah headed to the gym, to get ready for training with Momoko. Regular training would be booooring, so she pulled out the protective gear that she and Tahiri used so often.

[expecting one, but open, as gyms are]

glacial_queen

Third time was hopefully a charm as the Magic Reserves met at the Danger Shop again. And, to be clear, they were meeting here because it was a convenience and a help, and not out of any desire to show the stupid room who was boss.

So there.

"Uh, hi everyone," Karla said, trying to sound utterly confident in their Danger Shop prowess. "We're going to try something different this week. Like the Fighting Reserves mentioned yesterday, sometimes we're taken by surprise by an attack. And even though we have powers, that doesn't always mean that we're in any position to use them--or, at least, use them effectively. Knowing how to use the environment to our advantage in a fight is just as important for us as it is for anyone else."

"We especially need to learn this in case there are other people around so we don't accidentally hit any allies." Because that was a problem when flinging things about, okay?

Not that Merlin had any experience with it. Really.

"You simply need to take in your surroundings and figure out what will work best to defend yourself."

Like a chandelier!

"We're sorta going for subtle here, today," Tony said. "Like maybe you don't want to advertise you've got magic. Maybe you don't want the enemy to know what they're up against yet."

Merlin nodded enthusiastically at that, fiddling with a button or two in order to make a run-of-the-mill-evil medieval henchman appear.

"There are small things you can do in order to throw them off in a fight. Alter their weapon, pull the rug from beneath their feet, trip them with whatever happens to be near... just to name a few. The limits really only come in the form of your imagination!"

Karla glanced at her co-leaders, took a deep breath, and pressed the buttons to make the simulations start. She preemptively winced as the images appeared--and then relaxed when there was no signs of dinosaurs, porn stars or carnivorous bunnies. "Have at!" she said, cheering.

[~~Wait for the OCD or the Canadians will lose! You don't want to be responsible for that, do you?~~ OCD up! The Canadians are safe.]

puppy_fair

"Yep," Zack said, as the members of the reserves gathered, "I'm still getting you guys to think about what happened a few weeks ago with the gremlins, this week."

Wasn't Zack mean? He'd brought extra cookies to make up for it, this week.

"There were some troubles with communication when the gremlins hit, and we're working with the other reserve groups in order to iron those out so that hopefully getting the word out about invasions won't be so much trouble in the future. So, while we work on that, there's something else that we ought to take into consideration in the meantime."

He shot the group a grin, and then reached for his back, where his sword usually rested. He wasn't wearing it, today, and his hand groped around his shoulders for a moment before, with a shrug, he returned it to his sides.

"What do you do when you're caught off-guard by an enemy attack? I got lucky when the gremlins hit, because I was on my morning run, and had brought my sword with me for the extra weight while training. But if I didn't have my sword, what would that have left me with? Usually, I at least have some potions on me, but nothing that I can really call a weapon. I keep most of my attack materia- yes, I do cast spells when I fight, too- in my sword, so without that, all I have to rely on is my wits, my body, and my surroundings."

Don't mind him reaching for a cookie. It was something to toy with in his hands while he talked.

"Today, our activity is easy, but that doesn't make it unimportant at all. I want you all to talk about what it is that you usually carry with you that you can put to use in an unexpected fight, if you happen to get caught in one before we can get the word out to you. Weapons aren't allowed in the dorms, and so it might come to be habit to just wander around the island without all of the time. How many of you stop on your way outside to arm yourselves? How many of you can just grab something from your surroundings to use as a weapon? If you have some kind of physical ability that puts you at an advantage, that's awesome. If the best you have is some means of getting out of harm's way until you're ready for a fight, that's good too. But I don't want anybody to leave here today without at least trying to come up with something."

Zack, for example, had enough potions to keep himself from dying a horrible death if he was forced to retreat. Or, if worse came to worse, he could always just grab a beach umbrella and use that instead of a sword.

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Open Reserves is open!]

bitchprince

He'd been able to put his annoyance with Morgana aside yesterday, but Monday was a whole new day, and Arthur was going to make use of it.

By applying anger and yesterday's languid sense of good-day into on calculated assault on the salle's practice dummies. His movements were tight, his anger palpable, and the dummies... probably to be pitied.

[[ open salle! ]]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Blah blah a week after his last mission, twitchy, blah, but at least this time around Jak had something to keep him occupied while he waited.

Seriously. He should've figured out there was a sports channel a long time ago.

Since the dance meant he'd missed a chunk of the action yesterday, he was now watching reruns. You know. Appreciating all the winter sports. Say what you wanted about the silly outfits, but that Kramer kid could skate.

He leaned back on the common room couch and munched on some Doritos.

[[ open, although with the occasional blast of SP as Mass Effect 2 seems to be eating my brain. I have no excuse for my blatant nationalism beyond suck it, Hedrick ]]

bitchprince

"Today," Arthur announced, "We are returning to a mainstay of our reserves. Sparring. Some of you have done this before, some of you haven't yet: find a partner with a skillset fundamentally different from your own, and face one another. See about each other's strengths and each other's weaknesses. Discuss it afterwards. See what you can learn."

A pause.

"Also, I'd like to have your ideas about a potential invasion drill we might be running. Obviously, if we do stage such a drill, it won't be exactly as discussed here, but you are all welcome to bring your own notes and such to the table. Thank you."

[[ open ]]

wantstodirect

Tony had several pizzas and a few bomb bottles of soda out in the common room and was settled on the couch to watch the long-awaited new episode of Darkest Night. Tonight, they'd find out who survived last fall's cliffhanger episode! (Spoiler alert: Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant totally survived.) Plus, they'd see Amanda Tapping guest star as a mysterious Victorian woman from Raymond's past.

[Open like a CR!]

Current Mood: relaxed

bitchprince

Monday, morning, salle, Arthur.

And a staff.

It wasn't that he didn't train in the salle every other morning, but Monday had a certain je-ne-sais-quoi to it, especially after spending the previous evening fighting Professor Steve (who was rather a good sport) at Fight Club.

Bruised and slightly strained muscles got the workout they needed, and Arthur was fully focused on his work.

[[ open as always ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

It had been a week or so since Dinah had practiced TK-water-bending, and not practicing with Azula any more meant she was going to have to figure this stuff out on her own, now. So Dinah was pool-side, feet dangling in the water, carefully making water-shapes: whips, funnels, and then the waterfall sheaf. A swimming workout would happen after she got the hang of that last one perfectly.

[open!]

bitchprince

It had been a week, and the scratches on his back were mostly down to scabs, so Arthur saw no reason not to get in some sword practice again. It hadn't kept him from securing some staffs as well, just in case Jaina was planning to show up.

It'd been a while since he'd been in a decent spar, after all, although the only reason he had suggested this one was because she had magic and hence wouldn't be hurt as easily.

Yes. That was... how he was going to justify thinking she was a capable warrior to himself.

Anyway. All rationalizations and other such thoughts were forgotten as he fell into his first drill, grinning by the time he'd finished it.

[[ ooopen ]]

momslilassassin

Ben had been given a rare morning off from his normal weekly asskicking via lightsaber sparring session, and he'd used that time in the salle instead. There were less bruises (both to the body and to the ego) involved in that kind of training, and now he was flopped comfortably on a sofa in the common room, idly flipping channels between bites of cereal.

Ben was not exactly a gourmet chef.

He'd currently stopped on some cooking show, hoping to get tips from a clearly deranged person who matched her shirt to the window treatments.

Current Mood: bored

bitchprince

Arthur wasn't strictly speaking in the right shape to really cut loose. He'd settled, grudgingly, for a lighter staff instead of his sword to train with. Even so, he was likely overextending some of his muscles.

He didn't like the limitations that came with being wounded.

He still had a few claw scratches on his face, but he'd been assured they would heal well enough and without scarring (which was a good thing, because he wasn't yet of the age where he could manage his father's dignified facial scars). Modern medicine or whatever it was they'd given him meant he wasn't going to wind up bleeding or anything.

So it was going to have to be enough. He twirled the staff through the air and started a simple form.

[[ open! ]]

trigons_child

The roof was empty of all but a few gremlins scurrying about, trying to find ways into the dorms below. Then there was a faint fwhomp and a puff of black smoke as Raven teleported herself and Dinah from Caritas to the dorms. Raven felt their malevolence as the gremlins turned to regard their new prey. "We are not alone," she warned Dinah.

[ooc: Dinah and Raven are doing some gremlin hunting, starting on the roof and working their way down, but others are welcome to run into them!]

Current Mood: anxious

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was down in the laundry room, getting this week's clothes clean, yay. Always good to have it to herself. At least until something yanked a hose from one of the washers free, and started to spray her with it, giggling like a homicidal maniac.

"What the hell?" Dinah put up her arms, spluttering, then reached for the hose with her TK, holding it away from her long enough to get the water out of her eyes.

"Nyaaaah!" A half-dozen green, mean, red-eyed little critters, now starting to throw detergent bottles at her-- and then one leaped and tried to nom her arm.

"AGH!"

Oh, it was on.

[expecting one but totally, totally open]

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was finally feeling -- well, not fully recovered yet. But well enough that she didn't have a headache, or like she needed to rest after a normal day. Still edgy enough to need to be outside, although the roof was as far as she felt like going after sundown. A lot to think about, on a lot of subjects. The roof gave her a view of the lights of the town while she considered.

[open!]

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