Walter was doing a puzzle. Sort of. He sat on the floor next to his desk with an open book and the chunks of Pip's M16 and tried to lay them out to make a coherent representation of what it would look like if he hadn't destroyed it. He needed to see if there was any chance of repair, or if it was going to be mostly replacement and reconstruction ( Read more... )

Yesterday had been better than good. It had been bloody brilliant. Nadia had gotten a lot of his friends involved and sent him all over the island for his birthday surprises.

( In news of classes, the common room, and hitting an idiot... )

Walter sat at his desk writing letters, one to Arthur to inform him of the progress of his classes, the other to Alucard, more detailed, and a small stack of pictures to include ( Read more... )

Walter was up early to try to work out printing some of the pictures he'd taken with his new camera and to update his journal before he had to go attend detention with Alfred. After arguing with Nadia about Alfred at the fashion show, he was feeling even more tense about the detention than he might have been before.

They'd made things up after ( Read more... )

After having a Best. Idea. Ever. in Wilderness Survival, a trip to Selkie Cove, a stop at All and Sundries, another stop by the library, and lunch with Pippi, Walter was back in his room, hunting for his roommate in order to implement the aforementioned B.I.E ( Read more... )

The snow? Making Walter extraordinarily paranoid. He had sat in his open window all morning and into the afternoon, smoking, reading a book on gunsmithing he had ordered, and watching Pup trot around his room with that red tie hanging out of his mouth ( Read more... )