After a certain incident earlier, Kerrigan decided that obviously, the regular punishments weren't working for these kids ( Read more... )

If it looks like Mel has ransacked her room and pulled out the basic necessities for spending the night in the CR, it because she has.

Anyone coming into the CR at this time will see that she's watching some movie with Will Smith and muttering how men in general are just stupid.

[ooc: Open.]

Setsuna had been in a rather...insanely good mood all day. Particularly insane for her, from her super handwavey morning training to her workshop that afternoon and her super handwavey after workshop afternoon training. And she was still sitting there with energy to spare. As for the source of this unbound energy that even a ridiculous amount ( Read more... )

Karal stumbled out of the cabin. His head was pounding, his stomach was rolling, and his mouth felt as it had been stuffed full of cotton. It was not a good morning ( Read more... )

He'd been warned about gremlins and monsters and all manner of strangeness. Pity no one had thought to warn Karal about the weather. If they had, he might have done something besides watch in fascination as the snowflake slowly drifted out of the sky and landed on the tip of his nose ( Read more... )

Thanks to the magic of express shipping, Peter had a box of bagels fresh from New York City ( Read more... )

With his first two workshops moderately successful (the dog kicking question was a trick!) and the books still acting like chickens inside the cabin, Gavin's escaped to outside the cabin.

He's leaning against a log and counting stars. It's better than counting sand.

[Ooooooooooopen to all!]

Today was the first day of classes. Karal was quite pleased, because having nothing he needed to do felt rather odd.

Not, however, as odd as waking up to see the Valdemaran history he'd been reading nesting next to the bed. And clucking. And apparently quite determined to set on the balled up piece of paper it had found on the floor ( Read more... )

Sakura had a notebook, a pouch full of multi-coloured pens, and a pair of headphones in her ears. She was curled up, taking up about two thirds of a single couch cushion, scribbling furiously in said notebook. Her lips were moving every now and again; apparently singing along with her music.

[[It's a common room, I can't keep anybody else out. ( Read more... )

There are several tables set up all around the gym, one for each club. The names of the clubs are written neatly on posterboards taped to the front of their corresponding tables. There are chairs for the club heads to sit in, clipboards for signups on every table, and enough room for flyers, brochures, or whatever someone might want to pass out to ( Read more... )