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rings-of-grace.livejournal.com

It had been several weeks, now, since Po had arrived in this strange land, and he felt fairly educated about his new surroundings. The indoor lights and running water had fascinated him, certainly, as had these mysteries called "electronics," but he felt confident that now, at least, he understood these things in theory, if not wholly in practice.

Today, though, he was left with questions as he stared in confusion at the television. He had been told these devices were for entertainment, and thus he'd happily watched as people behind blue boxes bearing their scrawled names had answered questions about this world, moments earlier. But for the last twenty minutes, an older man had appeared and attempted to convince him that comfortable sleep was nigh unto impossible.

Po frowned as he watched, unsure what this strange man's purpose was. He made sleep seem as though it were a mission that could never be achieved without this pillow -- surely the same audience that so enjoyed the questions before wouldn't fall for this spiel? It seemed like misplaced advertising.

And, also, a really stupid pitch for a fairly useless-sounding product, but Po supposed that was neither here nor there.

[this post brought to you by the endless My Pillow infomercial that has been airing on every TV I've happened to see this week. Open!]

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

The weekend with the children (or more precisely, the lack thereof) had not been great for Simon. Couple that with some of his classes leaning heavily on death and the future last week, and he'd been training pretty hard for the last few days. This would explain the fresh bandages on his knuckles, and the equally fresh (although light) scrape on one of his pale cheeks. Sometimes you really botched a jump.

And he was getting breakfast now. Milk, a bowlful of cereal, and he was frying two eggs for himself. Of course, his mind was still on a whole variety of other things (what he should have done better with that jump, whether he should go home to England for a visit, whether he should just go home in general) that his concentration on the task at hand was a little wobbly. And so he managed to burn his finger on the edge of the frying pan.

A moment later, holding his poor hand under cold water from the faucet and trying not to get the bandage wet, Simon thought he had seen better days.

[ooc: Open!]

withasword.livejournal.com

Some people were cut out to be parents. They were patient, and calm, and loved the whole idea of raising progeny. Kate... was not one of these people. Dave had deposited her with their droid baby earlier, and she'd done as little parenting as possible since. In the name of giving it something to do that wasn't spread everything she owned all over floor, she took it down to the common room to let it crawl freely.

Once the imaginatively named 'It' seemed happy enough, she sat down with a book (or tried to, rather) routinely having to get up to reroute him towards something other than the television, which she was sure wouldn’t do well with being chewed on.

After the first... several times, she was tempted to start throwing cushions at it rather than keep getting up. That was okay, wasn’t it?

Everyone should just be glad she hadn't left it with anything sharp.

[[ open common room! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

After taking a little bit of a beating - and, technically, a bullet - the other night, Bruce spent Friday resting up. But now that it was Saturday, it was back to work.

He spent most of his fight training time in the cave these days so he could practice some of his more complicated moves and combos in private where nobody would ask questions. But since he was still a little sore, he was keeping things simple. Just him, the punching bag, and lots of straight-up punches being thrown at said bag. He could do that in public. And, frankly, he kind of missed this punching bag. It had been a while since he'd beaten it up. Every punch that connected was like meeting up with an old friend... and punching them?

Okay, it wasn't a good analogy at all. But that was okay. The punches drowned thoughts like that out pretty effectively.

[OOC: I woke up insanely early. My choices were to continue to spam Twitter with things I read about Batman on the internet, or write something on the internet about Batman. So, open gym!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

withasword.livejournal.com

One thing that could definitely be said about the roof, was that it was nothing if not refreshing compared to spending time cooped up in her room. Kate had no classes today, and given how she felt this week, the common room didn’t feel like it was the right place to be spending her time either. What were the chances it would be busy up here, really?

She’d brought a book, in case boredom did set in, but it’d been set on the edge of the roof and abandoned there, when it failed to hold her attention. Sometimes, you just didn’t want to read, or sit, or anything sedentary at all.

Even with the cooling air, she was still feeling the urge to fidget and twitch. So pacing. Pacing and muttering off a list of all things really, really unattractive. The Impala worm, food from the Grease Trap, giant toads...

[[open roof, twitchy necromancer.]]

Current Mood: hot

withasword.livejournal.com

This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing.

In an effort to ease the twitchy feeling, Kate was taking everything out on an unsuspecting dummy. In her mind, the answer to every problem was to kick things. Hard and multiple times. Slayer had been set aside for now, because as much as she loved some time with her sword, she just didn’t trust herself with anything sharp today. That required a little more concentration than her wandering mind was up to today.

Of course, it still didn’t really seem to be helping, but Gods be damned if she wasn’t still trying.

[[open salle, but with likely work-related SP from my end. ]]

Current Mood: bouncy

nonelikemesince.livejournal.com

Evidently there was only so far that Anakin's curiosity about the island could go to distract him from the problems at home and his distance from them; finding out that both his sister and his best friend had been here and then gone had a little something to do with that, but mainly it was that he was here and restless and away from it all.

He was still in the habit of practicing with his remote every day. He didn't spend all of those practice sessions fighting imaginary opponents in heroic fantasies any more the way he used to (and the way Jacen always got on his case about) now that he had some actual combat experience, but every now and then he'd indulge in it, and then tell himself he was coming up with hypothetical battle scenarios.

There was less of that in today's session, though; mainly it was just Anakin and the hum of his lightsaber blade and the soft zap noises of the remote, lost in the flow of the movement. There was also an edge of frustration in his Force presence, and he wasn't above being glad Jacen wasn't around to call him on that.

[OOC: Despite the lack of decent lightsaber art of this boy to make good icons, open salle is open.]

liarallmyown.livejournal.com

Since Jace had only had classes on Monday (which was quite strange for mundane schools, or so his research told him) he had spent most of the week outdoors, getting a feel for the island. The place was small but there were a lot of oddities about it. Jace guessed there was a backstory to a lot of it, but would he ask someone about it? Of course not.

Yesterday had been spent exploring the dorms, which didn't take all that long and now...well now he didn't have anything to do. Since he hadn't brought any books with him and didn't quite feel like going to the library yet, he decided to do as the mundanes did and watch some TV.

And subsequently landed on a Real Housewives of Orange County marathon. Well all right then.

[Open CR is open, yes]

whenshewasnice

It was bright and early (for a winter break morning, anyway) and Natalie was back from Montreal. It was, in fact, so bright and early that she didn't want to go up to her room quite yet, on the off chance that Tara wasn't awake yet.

She ended up in the rec room on the first floor of the dorms. And once there, she ended up by the piano without even really thinking about it. She'd never been in this room before, hadn't known they had an actual piano in the dorms. Not that it would have mattered much, she was fairly private about her playing.

But, she was having a rare okay day. She let her bag flop to the floor by the instrument and took a seat, then played a tentative little melody.

[ooc: Open!]

lockestheway

Early risers would be able to catch him coming in: Peter Wiggin, a sour look on his face, seeming somewhat sleep-deprived as he dragged his luggage with him into the common room, where he promptly collapsed on the couch.

Sure, he could have gone all the way to his own room, but he didn't have any food in his own room, and he was hungry. Alongside the tired, the disgruntled, and the thorough feeling of emasculation that Chamrajnagar's email had ignited in him.

He'd drag himself upright, dust himself off, and pretend nothing was wrong the moment he caught sight of anyone else. Honest. But right now, he was going to lay here on this couch and feel miserable.

The world sucked.

[[ open! ]]

withasword.livejournal.com

Today was a quiet day. Kate hadn't even done her usual training routine. She took issue with running outside as soon as the weather reached the sort of level that risked her ploughing into another person, wall, or poorly placed tree thanks to pelting rain, mud and cold.

... Yeah, and if she was quite honest, she just wasn't feeling it this week. But the wet and cold was a good excuse.

All of which led to Kate being here, in the common room, half-reading a book on cryptids. Which in her experience, did exist, and usually had teeth. Metaphorically or literally. Too many times to count had she found this out at the wrong moment. Her mind however, was also half on the upcoming holiday, and how best to break it to Greg that she really didn't want to come back for it.

The large plate of cookies on the coffee table had been found behind the door. It was likely she was waiting for a suitable guinea pig before she risked trying them herself.

[[ common room is open, as these things are! ]]

Current Mood: busy

withasword.livejournal.com

So apparently some people weren't as crazy as Kate, and preferred not to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to play with swords. Possibly that was because she was alone in that particular habit. Or just she spent time with the ones inclined to lie-ins.

Either way she was breaking that habit once again today. She couldn't help but wonder, idly, as she ran a cloth over Slayer's blade if maybe teaching someone to do as she did, didn't come somewhere under Tyrion's 'nothing that'll get anyone killed' clause. The thought wasn't giving her any pause, though, and she'd brought an extra sword, assuming that her partner would probably show. Hoped she did, actually, since she was intrigued to know if this would work.

Her lips twitched in a slight grimace as she encountered a weakness in the enchanted blade. "I'll feed you tomorrow."

... She liked to pretend it could understand her sometimes. Hush.

[[Kate is waiting for someone specific, but the post is still open and she's around should anyone want to bother her before that.]]

Current Mood: calm

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was excitement in the air. Okay, maybe that was just the mixture of Caroline's perfume and fresh baked cookies or just the scent of fresh permanent marker emanating from the sign adorning her table in the lobby.

Her purpose was the same as the words on the poster that had been glitter-fied at the KDG meeting:

SHOW OFF!
Sign up to perform in the Student Council Parent Weekend Recital!
When: SATURDAY EVENING
Where: The COMMUNITY CENTER

With a great big smile, Caroline was ready to do her Student Council duty and chat up anyone who looked in need of some persuasion to participate. Um, not that she was going to be using her special, vampiric talents to fill the sign up list. That would be bad, even if it would mean a seriously amazing show.

Hmm. Maybe she should just stick with the cookie bribe.

[The lobby is open! There is OCD!]

Current Mood: mellow

necroslacker

Sam wasn't really a fan of being up this early. He couldn't say what'd woken him up either. It hadn't been a nightmare because he remembered those vividly and it hadn't been a visit from Brooke or Ashley either. He'd just...woken up and hadn't been able to get back to sleep.

So, he'd ended up in the common room. He'd thought about cooking something but that way lay disaster and pain so he'd made himself a gourmet bowl of cereal (Captain Crunch to be specific) and flopped down on the couch. When he found Saturday morning cartoons on some channel, he felt like he was five again instead of pushing nineteen. Man, Ramon could never find out about this or he'd never live it down.

Cartoons were more entertaining than news shows and infomercials so Sam settled in to wake himself up (just because he was awake didn't mean he was awake) and hopefully get himself together enough to run some errands later.

Or maybe he'd just eat more cereal.

[CR's open for one and all]

Current Mood: mellow

lockestheway

Just a few weeks ago, Peter had been celebrating the end of the war he'd set in motion himself - the one that catapulted Locke into political prominence.

Roughly a week later, his parents had kind of squashed his enthusiasm thoroughly with all that crap about Ender.

After some thinking about it, though, Peter had realised there was only one option - Ender would have to go. And not to some interdimensional school he could easily come back from: he needed to leave.

He'd been working on that for a while now, trying to get some interesting footage released while dealing with the minor world leaders who were now interested in Locke's backing. Which went well, generally speaking, except for minor glitches. Like last night. Like last 'drunken Topher calling him on his 21st century phone' night, which had resulted in at least an hour of apologies to the Congolese prime minister because he really hadn't been telling him to 'have a lie-down'.

Peter hadn't slept much last night.

All of this boiled on down to one thing: Peter Wiggin, lying on the sofa in the common room before classes, a bowl of cereal balancing on his stomach and a giant mug of coffee on the tale.

Topher would pay. Right after he finally managed to grab a nap.

[[ open! ]]

whenshewasnice

Natalie had gotten a call from her mother today. Just a basic, checking up on the daughter kind of call. Though she'd been here for a few weeks now, it was the first of its kind. Not because her parents didn't care about her, but because they knew she could handle being far away from home. They thought she was a smart, capable girl, after all.

Still, her mother had expressed the same concern Natalie had heard many times over the years, and that was the one about whether she was making friends and not just shutting herself in her room with her books and her comics and letting the social world pass her by.

She'd answered yes and no, in that order.

So, now she was curled up on one of the couches in the common room, with a mug of fresh coffee and a business studies textbook she'd checked out from the library a few days ago. What? She didn't like lying to her parents, but she also wasn't exactly about to throw a party for the whole floor or anything.

[ooc: Open common room, yup.]

withasword.livejournal.com

This weekend had not seen Kate on good form. She'd thought she was a former internet porn star, cried, been blackmailed, been to some whacked out wedding, drunk 'contraband' coffee and cried some more.

It was not her best showing.

She'd appeared in class, been forced to think about exactly how pathetic she'd been, and no sooner as she was out of there, she was in the salle kicking a bag with as much force as she could muster, while at the same time not breaking her own foot.

It was a great way of reasserting that she was not that girl.

[[open salle!]]

Current Mood: cranky

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave Nelson was a coffee junkie. But he was a nice junkie. (...Who just happened to cut himself a deal with Anakin Skywalker himself with the condition that he share some of the coffee so he could get others hooked. He still thought he was being nice and spreading joy, even though he was keeping a sizable amount of the stuff for his private stash.)

So now that he had enough coffee to pass around, he set up a little brew house in a supply closet on the third floor. And while he was in there anyway, he just happened to find an old stereo and strobe light in the closet. So it wasn't long before Dave had set up a rave in the common room.

Techno beats were thumping, the lights were flashing, and once you dropped the $2 cover in the jar, you could get all the coffee you could drink. Although supplies were limited.

[OOC: Open for ravers and/or complainers alike! ~~Please wait for~~ minor and very presumptuous OCD is up.]

withasword.livejournal.com

Break week. When most people took off home, and Kate... didn't. She'd argue she was okay with that until the end of time, but in reality, probably wasn't. As if she wasn't down with her denial with the best of them.

Her idea of a break was to take a shorter run than usual and take an apple and a very battered copy of The Princess Bride out to sit and relax outside for the afternoon. She'd seen something about whatever was going on tonight, but-- Attempted blending at beach parties was one thing Sock Hop's? Completely another.

Could anyone honestly see her twirling in a poofy 50's skirt? Really? Yeah, probably not. If she did decide to give it a go, it'd be in nothing more exciting than the jeans and leather jacket look she was working right now. She'd feel more like one of the guys.

So about the same as usual, then.

[[open deck!]]

Current Mood: apathetic

withasword.livejournal.com

No more calls today for Kate, for which she was really, really grateful.

Today she'd done nothing in particular, and looked set to continue with that, complete with pizza, and the apparently rare ability to tune the TV in the common room onto something that wasn't a talk show, infomercials or trippy cartoons. It was a fucking miracle. She'd managed to find a ~~meta~~ Terminator marathon. Enough about this world was the same, that she recognised some old movies.

She was here, and she had no plans to move for a while. This was her celebration, see Greg?

[[ooopen common room!]]

Current Mood: calm

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So yesterday there had been an announcement warning everyone to stay the hell away from the lovely new addition to the campgrounds. Which, naturally, meant Toby had had to go check it out ~~frakking handwavily since his player's internet connection went fzzt~~ last night. He didn't see what the big deal was, it was just a rock. A weird coloured rock, but a rock nonetheless.

And then he'd woken up this morning to find that the voices- the thoughts of his fellow students- were particularly loud today. None of his usual meditation exercises seemed to work, so eventually he dragged himself out to the common room, hoping to find something loud and distracting on television to take his mind off, well, all the other minds out there.

Also, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd forgotten about something important that was supposed to happen yesterday. Oh well. Maybe it'd come back to him.

[ooc: opennnnn. PLZ ENTERTAIN ME.]

withasword.livejournal.com

Not twenty four hours here, and this place was already giving Kate the twitches. It was warmer, and as a Southern girl she could appreciate that, but that didn't mean she liked it any better.

The day wasn't helping her bad first impression. It just brought back a thousand horrible images that she'd just as soon forget. There were anniversaries for everything, and this was one she remembered, and would always remember, no matter how much she wished she didn't. Hitting things hadn't done anything but bruise and add a few new future scars to her knuckles.

Now she'd moved on to repressing her residual anger at things she couldn't change by roasting sausages over her fire. While she waited for the first couple to brown over her flames, Slayer was out on her lap as she smothered a layer of some greasy mixture onto the blade. What better to toy with while twitchy as hell and cranky to boot. Slayer's pale matte blade was never designed to shine, but the way Kate was working on it, you'd think it might by the end of the night.

[[ open campfire! ]]

Current Mood: cranky

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Yes, it was ridiculous to be outside in this weather. Yet all the same, Miley bundled up in her new winter coat (the product of a collaborative shopping effort between her and Lilly; it had depended upon the use of Skype on their zPhones as Lilly wandered around the only store in Atlanta to have started the winter collection this early). Armed with the coat and various other winter accessories she had not imagined having to use this early, not to mention her trusty Uggs, Miley brought a cup of her father's famous loco hot cocoa out to the campfire and got started roasting marshmallows.

Freezing or not, she was still camping, and Miley could put aside her body temperature in favor of a return to country living.

[[I know this is a long shot, but if LJ cooperates, open!]]

withasword.livejournal.com

After a good long lie-in, of the kind Kate never usually had, she'd called it a day off and made pie. Apple pie. It was a little known fact, that she left little known. Baking just didn't work for her badass image in the way that hitting things and glaring at people did.

But, spending her afternoon on that meant that this evening, she got to stretch out on the couch and eat pie. It was worth showing some domesticity.

Yes, she could have just pulled some bread out of the cupboards or microwaved something wrapped in plastic, but after a lifetime without processed food, she still found it... well, kind of disgusting. There were some things that were just better for being made from scratch.

It looked terrible, but tasted damn good, and went well enough with checking out what passed for entertainment. So far, still convinced the answer was 'nothing good'. The answer might change if she ever found anything that wasn't reality TV or a trashy talk show.

[[ open and such! ]]

Current Mood: busy

necroslacker

Sam didn't really know what to think of the whole England thing. He'd never been out of Washington and in the last few years, he hadn't even really left Seattle. He probably should have been out exploring the new location but laziness was strong enough motivation to not go anywhere but one of the common room sofas.

He didn't expect to find anything on TV but it was on anyway and one of the eight thousand news programs was getting ignored for the very gourmet bowl of cereal Sam was eating. One class on cupcakes did not a chef make and if he messed up milk in a bowl then he really was hopeless.

There'd been a message from Brid on his phone when he'd woken up. It hadn't been anything monumental, nothing revelatory. She was just saying hi, telling him what her brothers were up to and promising to check in on Ramon and Frank. He hadn't called back. Sam was sure Brannoc had plenty of things to say to Brid about him so he was just gonna lay low for awhile.

Lay low until the next torturous Council meeting, at least. Sam pushed that thought away and glanced up at the TV. Lucky him, now there was an infomercial on. Quality TV right there.

[CR's an open place]

Current Mood: lazy

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

The practice dummy made a poor substitute for what he really wanted to be stabbing, to be honest. What he really wanted to be stabbing lived three floors up and had completely turned his back on everything Percy thought he'd face down and get through. He'd put his faith and his belief in the wrong person and it had backfired.

It was his fault. With a violent swing of the sword, Percy buried the blade in the side of the dummy's neck. He pulled it out and stepped back, falling into a fighting stance. Last night, he'd thought about going home for awhile and trying to find and end this with his Luke quick. There weren't any differences between the two Luke's in his head now. That's what he was forcing himself to believe, at least.

Percy kept swinging and slicing and stabbing, wiping the sweat that had beaded on his brow away with a swipe of his hand. He kept ripping the dummy apart and knew his focus was lost. If this had been a real opponent, he'd have been dead but it wasn't so he was still alive.

It'd be a miracle if he stayed that way before this summer finished. He already wanted to kill someone that lived across the hall and he knew that wouldn't be taken lightly.

[Salle is open, boy is tetchy]

Current Mood: pissed off

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

Current Mood: sore

withasword.livejournal.com

It was sad, but this whole cabin naming theme was a little lost on Kate. Vaguely, distantly she recognized one, maybe two names, knowing them only as some long adrift of the public eye musicians, whose music she probably wouldn't even recognize.

Maybe that was a good thing, because unlike some she wouldn't be stuck humming uncontrollably for the remainder of this half of the summer.

That aside, this all suited her much better than being cooped up in the dorms. If growing up with Voron had done anything for her, it was given her a healthy appreciation of roughing it (not that this really counted). But she could hunt, she could scavenge and most importantly, she could build a decent campfire. That was the one coming in useful today.

In a rare bout of social awareness, she chose the central campfire for this, stacked her wood and kindling and waited for the fire to take. In the meantime she was drawing crude representations of creatures she'd seen in the Almanac in the dirt at her feet and trying to remember details. There was no reason she couldn't keep her knowledge sharp while she was out here.

[[Open campfire, ofc.]]

Current Mood: creative

necroslacker

It was still raining. Sam had planned to go out and get himself a new skateboard to replace the one that was spray painted and covered in stickers but the driving rain had changed his mind. The last time he'd gone out there, he'd come back with a ruined board and a sparkling eyepatch. He didn't want that to happen again.

After spending some time in his room, he'd wandered down the hall and taken a seat on one of the couches. The Council meeting was next week and Sam didn't want to go. He'd just learned he was a necromancer not a half a year ago and now he was having to take over Douglas Montgomery's seat alongside werehounds (Brannoc was super intimidating), vampires, and other supernatural creatures. If he didn't go, Ashley would never let him hear the end of it. And if he did go, he'd be able to see Frank and Ramon, if anything.

Idly, Sam pulled the protective pouch from so long ago out of his pocket. He didn't know why he was carrying it because he hadn't had any bad nightmares lately but he found himself fingering the leather pouch quietly. Sam sighed and pocketed the pouch again. Later, he'd put it back in his drawer and let the spirits come to him.

For now, he flipped the TV on and started channel surfing. Daytime television was pretty awful.

[It's an open common room.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

withasword.livejournal.com

Kate's daily training routine had been put on hold today. No, today was set aside for the care and feeding of Slayer.

Getting the three foot long fish tank down from her room to here had been a fair workout on its own. Unfortunately, the rules around this place stopped her from taking her sword to it, so this was the way it had to be done. It had since been filled with water, and she'd poured a good measure of gray-ish powder from a pouch into the water which she set to stirring in so none of the mix was left stuck in the edges.

Ideally, the saber needed to remain in a decomposing undead corpse and left to its own devices, but sadly (or not that sadly, she supposed), those were in short supply.

Sword feeding. Not the traditional use for this particular room, but when had Kate ever been traditional?

[[open!]]

Current Mood: busy

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Percy had been the salle. He'd come down maybe once or twice during the break weeks but other than that, he'd taken those weeks to just relax and enjoy not having any responsibilities. Now, with classes back in session, he'd forced himself to get back into the habit of training. He really didn't need Luke poking at his stomach and telling him he was getting soft. That'd just result in Luke's unfortunate death via drowning.

So, he was working himself up to a sweat today. The poor practice dummy was the unfortunate victim and Percy felt about as good as ever with Riptide in his hands. In his mind, he let his thoughts wander. He saw the labyrinth and Luke's ship. He saw Pan dying and Grover's grief. He remembered Bianca sacrificing herself and the anger Nico directed at him after that. He could see Annabeth and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sniping at each other and he could remember the utter devastation when his mother had been snatched by Hades. It seemed like so long ago but it wasn't.

And Percy knew it wasn't over. He drove the sword viciously into the dummy and left it there with only the hilt exposed. He wiped his brow and stretched tense muscles. Well. He'd be feeling this tomorrow.

[Open salle, open post]

Current Mood: frustrated

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Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

2nd Floor Common Room [Friday, Evening]

The Gym, Saturday morning

Guy Party, 6th Floor Common Room, Friday night

Roof [Wednesday, Late Morning]

Salle [Monday, Morning]

The Salle, Sunday Midday

5th floor common room | Friday Afternoon

First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Morning

3rd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

2nd Floor Common Room [Thursday, Late Afternoon]

The Salle [Wednesday, After Classes]

Dorm Lobby | Wednesday During and After Classes

2nd floor common room ; saturday morning

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

The Salle [Monday, After Classes]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday evening: DAVE'S COFFEE RAVE

The Deck [Saturday, Afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Afternoon]

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

Passive Aggressive Panda Campfire [Sunday, Evening]

Main Campfire, Tuesday Afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday, Evening]

2nd floor common room ; saturday afternoon

Salle | Afternoon | Monday | July 4

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

Main Campfire [Monday, Early Evening]

2nd floor common room ; monday afternoon

Salle [Wednesday, Afternoon]

Salle | Afternoon | Tuesday | May 10

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