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thankgoditsme.livejournal.com

Thursday he'd started getting a cold. Yesterday it had gotten worse. Today, Friday wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He settled for the curling up in a ball thing. Said ball was on one of the couches in the fourth floor common room, swaddled in blankets, staring blearily at the cartoon cat and mouse on the TV and feeling very sorry for himself. The occasional cough or sneeze was the only sign that he was actually still alive.

firebringerborn.livejournal.com

Jan was hungry. Yes, there was grass downstairs, but what he really wanted was some more of those delicious, delicious oats.

He could get the cupboards open with his teeth, but his horn made it difficult to poke through them. This was how he managed to knock a bag of flour, which bounced off his head and onto his withers, even as he tried to duck out of the way.

It didn't do a lot of damage, but it did leave him with a white stripe from his ears to the base of his tail. Normally, this wouldn't be anything but irritating. Today...

"Bewdiful," came the slurred voice. Jan looked down to see a striped rat with a puffy tail staring up at him out of unfocussed eyes. "Loves you. Niscehst, nischest girl I've ever seen."

It grabbed Jan's hoof and started kissing it while Jan stared in utter horror. "Kindly let go of me," he muttered, knowing it would be wrong to kick the thing out a window when it could talk, and not sure how to extricate himself without hurting it.

"Nah, nah, nah I loves you." It was slobbering on his foot and it stunk (like a brewery, not that Jan knew it). "You 'n me, gonna make bewdiful music together."

"Help?" Jan ventured, entirely at a loss.

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

thankgoditsme.livejournal.com

It was meant to be Winter in Australia. Friday disagreed. This was swimming weather. This was barbeque weather. Australians supposedly had a barbeque all the time when eating. He'd watched Residents. He knew these things. Also, he was awake at a ridiculous hour (before 10am), hungry and in possession of breakfast food. This led to a grand idea involving the new deck facilities.

The smell from the barbeque as he started to cook up a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns and tomatoes wafted up to some of the open windows in the dorms. It smelled good. There was coffee and tea and juice too, because Friday wasn't silly enough to think that he could cook in public without bringing plenty for others.

For the full effect, he was wearing a singlet (wifebeater), board shorts, 'thongs' (flip-flops, not the other kind as far as anyone was aware) and sunglasses. He wasn't wearing the hat. That was just ridiculous. He fished out a packet of shrimp to throw on the barbie. It wasn't breakfast food, but he couldn't resist.

[~~Aussie BBQ tiem nao!~~ Sleep tiem nao.]

thankgoditsme.livejournal.com

If there was a terribly inconvenient place to sit, it was in a stairwell. Still, Friday was sitting roughly halfway between the third and fourth floors on the stairs. He had a couple of books on Antarctica beside him, a map spread across his legs and a pen in his hand, marking a trail on the map.

He was probably up to something, but at least he was doing it quietly.

[OOC: Open as stairwells are. Can one close a stairwell aside from in case of zombie and/or raptor attack?]

solo_sword

Jaina was having on of those rare lazy days, the kind that included heading to the common room, mentally whining about there being nothing to eat, debating cooking, deciding she didn't feel like dying today, and then calling out for pizza.

There was more than enough to go around, and she was leaving channel surfing to someone else. Unless she didn't like what they picked.

[Open common room is open.]

Current Mood: lazy

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The genet dashed into the common room, Gladys following, and leapt onto the couch, the TV, then bounced back. "You Have Too Much Energy," she told it, holding out a hand. It leapt into it and started sharpening its claws and trilling.

That meant it was hungry (Gladys had not let it eat any of the tiny monkeys) so she started opening cupboards, looking for something to feed it. The genet immediately ran inside and started kicking things out. "That Is Not Helpful."

It ignored her, pounced on a cereal box, dragged it to the middle of the room, and started disembowelling it. "Your Manners Need Some Work."

[ooc: Beware of chaotic genet.]

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Entries tagged with friday next

Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

Third floor common room, Friday morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Early Evening (Alex's Birthday Party)

The Deck, Thursday Morning

Fourth Floor Stairwell, Late Wednesday Night

Third floor common room, Wednesday evening

Second floor common room, late Sunday night

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