Matt was in the kitchen, making coffee. Like quite often, really. He deliberately didn't get a coffee maker in his tent so he'd be forced to leave and talk to people (he...couldn't quite remember why, though. He was sure it'd been important once, so he kept it up). Except lately things had been so dead, so he was mostly just hoping for some ( Read more... )

[here, have a slightly razzled-looking, confused girl walking around in this...

what. desert? blasphemy! this should be HOGWARTS! pulls out her wand and loosens her green and grey Slytherin scarf slightly, because damn- it's toasty in here compared to the cold weather she was just in]Jacob, you're hilarious, but I need to get to Quidditch practice ( Read more... )

[comes wandering back to where he left Sora. his cloak is a little askew, and he's fixing it as he walks, a little extra bounce in his step that wasn't there earlier.]

He'd found himself cooking and baking a lot lately. It was a time consuming distraction, if he made things complicated enough. And the fact that everything came back was really handy for when he messed up. So far he'd made... quite a few different kinds of cookies, which were sitting in a jar on the table and some sort of elaborate fruit... thing ( Read more... )

Axel was getting bored. It had been months since the journals saw consistent activity, and he almost never saw anyone out in the main room. He considered trying to hunt down Roxas, but...if Roxas still had his Heart and was happy, Axel didn't want to bother him ( Read more... )

WHO » n!Sora, n!Riku and rr!Naminé. [celaje, muddledmirror and chainsofglass]
WHAT » Time to greet the Superior.
WHEN » Noon.
WHERE » Tire-swing tree.
RATING » PG-13.
WARNING » Naminé is an outright bitch. c:
SUMMARY » Their Superior suddenly was portaled into the Room... and man, is she pissed ( Read more... )

If you entered into the main room near the couches you would find a small red headed boy of the age of nine. Sasori laid on a wide blue blanket he had wished up (thankfully, it hadn't backfired like he had been told it might), with two small puppets laid in front of him, along with his tool kit. He seems intent on inspecting them from damages and ( Read more... )

[stretching awake on the main area couch, rubbing at his eyes. ... but where did his book on weapons go oh noes. searches for it with a D:-face.]

[he's at a table in a far section of the room, a pile of paper and a packet of coloured pencils in front of him. he'd woken up with the oddest urge to draw, despite never really enjoying the activity. hesitantly picking up a pencil, he starts sketching. it's not really all that good, but it slowly starts taking shape. oddly enough, he looks a ( Read more... )

Matt, currently sporting a dog tail and ears, sat on the counter, near the coffee pot, in the kitchen. He was, as he was almost always doing when in the kitchen, sipping from a mug of coffee and idly watching over the room. Mostly out of lack of anything better to do and unwillingness to lock himself away in his tent, at least for awhile.