Lana was trying very hard not to think about this being her last weekend in Fandom. So, once she'd moved her things back to her room, she'd headed out to the common room and settled herself down to watch the last of the Olympics. There was popcorn and fruit at present and she was seriously considering making some spaghetti later.

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Dawn was trying very hard not to resent the cabins for taking away two weeks of her last few weeks living with Sam, but it wasn't working as well as she wanted it to. To distract herself (and because she had to do it if she expected to sleep anyway), Dawn was outside the cabin, drawing protective sigils on the outside of the window sills near her ( Read more... )

Lana hadn't been sleeping very well and she'd taken a long nap Friday afternoon. Then she found herself stuck in that still-tired-but-shouldn't-sleep dilemma ( Read more... )

Lana had gotten a tad too much sun yesterday so she'd spent most of today in her room. However, now she was feeling the need to get out a little, so she'd made a batch of popcorn and was curled up on the couch hoping to find something interesting to watch. Several of the tiny little monkeys were curled up with her. They were surprisingly good ( Read more... )

Due to the holiday, Lana much like her mun had not as yet realized that today was Tuesday. And as she was still thinking it was Monday, she had not made it in to open the bookstore today.

She'd had a wonderfully relaxing day and now was stretched out by the campfire reading a book by the firelight.

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Lana decided to venture out to the main campfire tonight. She'd brought the fixings for s'mores and was happy to spend the night toasting marshmallows and watching the stars. Though she'd certainly prefer not doing it alone.

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C1. That was easy enough to remember ( Read more... )

Savannah was in the gym setting up things for practice. She didn't know how many of the squad would be showing up what with the island having decided to visit Greece, but it would feel odd not to have a practice on the usual day ( Read more... )

The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic ( Read more... )

As Anakin had mentioned in the handwavy email he had sent to students' email accounts, sometimes unplanned children couldn't be blamed on a portal or Fandom weirdness.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of beyond thorough pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. Artoo had been given free rein to find as many ( Read more... )