In theory, Tara knew everyone who came to a Reserves meeting was her friend. That theory wasn't helping her case of the jitters about leading the meeting as much as she'd like. She couldn't look at the group as a whole, or at Kennedy, or at Karla, Raven and Emmett; she was sure she'd completely lose the ability to speak if she did. She settled for ( Read more... )

Bridge was bored. And so he'd thrown a bunch of stuff that might be useful on an expedition into his knapsack, and is currently wandering the hallways in search of people to go with him on an adventure up to the sixth floor.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are!]

Willow Nadia had a lot on her mind. The gremlin bite that had changed her body and affected her memory hadn't worn off yet, plus in spite of her successful work yesterday with singing and special brownies she felt certain the school still had emo in it ( Read more... )

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

Anakin had woken up early due to the emotions he'd felt from Callisto's alcove, but she hadn't cried out so he didn't want to bother her.

He had padded out into the living room, hair still mussed from sleeping, and was contemplating whether or not to make coffee.

[OOC: Open to Flamingoes and anyone thinking the counselors might have a clue what's ( Read more... )

Bridge has tacked a large white bedsheet to the wall of Koala cabin that faces the Pangolin campfire. RIC is nearby, in DVD-player mode, with the second season of Twilight Seraphim loaded and ready to play. There's snack foods, and, of course, s'more fixings, for sharing if anyone else cared to join him.

[ooc: open! come watch dvds outside!]

Bridge is sitting on the floor in front of RIC, and typing.... on the carpet? He pauses every so often to glance at a small LCD screen that's sitting off to one side.

He may look busy, but he's totally interruptable.

The temperature is in the mid-eighties today even though it seems to be overcast and thunderstorms are threatening, but Anders has a small blaze going at his cabin's campfire. He's sitting, cross-legged, a little closer to the fire than should be strictly advisable, with a notebook in his lap and a large mug of coffee on a flat rock beside him. A ( Read more... )

Veronica has never started a campfire ( Read more... )