After Hamlet's party, Rikku wandered into the third floor Common Room, fiddling idly with the TV thing and wondering if Hades had been making up those Jeopardy clouds after all.

She quickly got frustrated with the remote, which wasn't working at all, for no discernible reason. "What is wrong with you, anyway?!" she asked it angrily. "And why is ( Read more... )

Finals started tomorrow, so Jack was - surprisingly enough - studying.

He was doing it in a very Jack way, though. He'd claimed the biggest couch in the first floor lobby as his own and was currently sprawled across it, shirtless, sucking on a lollipop while he flipped through a textbook.

Propped up at each end of the couch was ( a sign which read-- )

Jack had stepped outside for a bit -- he needed some fresh air and a chance to clear his head. Two kids, and the existence of an apparent alternate universe where he was playing happy families - and apparently enjoying it - had weirded him out to the point he needed a minute or two to himself ( Read more... )

Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive ( Read more... )

Sam was drafting plans for a cloaking device and trying to figure out how to graft it onto the swoop bike. The swoop bike itself was taunting her--it was sitting there, practically begging to be flown, and flown fast, but she couldn't take it with her (no matter where she ended up after graduation) if it was going to be visible. The technology ( Read more... )

Finishing dinner preparations had allowed Isabel a little time to process everything she'd learned during the day. Hopefully with the information she and Parker had given Professor Phale to be played out in a bit, he'd be able to stop Lana, Phoebe and Marie before they messed with anyone else's head ( Read more... )

Isobel had called in sick to work again as she wasn't about to take the chance that Millie would realize what was going on.  Not when they were so close to achieving their objective.  But she wasn't going to stay in the room with Mr. Snuggly either.  So she was out in front of the dorms, going over her list of ingredients she'd need for the opening ( Read more... )

Isobel had to admit that she was getting a bit bored with Jack.  Yes, his skill was impeccable, but honestly, to need to direct him in every action?  Still, he was here and she was bored. The spell materials were all collected, the telephone calls to Phoebe and Marie had been made.

So she was curled up with him on the couch, letting him put his ( Read more... )

Jack had slept in gloriously late. After a cup of coffee, he'd stumbled down to the computer labs clutching another, with the intention of emailing Parker. It seemed safer than phoning, somehow. Not that Parker'd have her phone on anywhere its ring would cause a problem, but hey, in his sleep hungover brain, emailing just seemed to make more sense ( Read more... )

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness ( Read more... )