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Room 311, Saturday Afternoon
Tyler laid back on his bunk.
He was trying to get motivated to do something. he could hit the gym again or try to climb past the fourth floorBut, really? Not so motivated. He listened to Moby on his iPod and flipped through a book on medical anomalies, half-wishing someone would stop by to entertain him. Or he could take a nap. That would be nice ( Read more... ) -
Room 311, Sunday Morning
As Z woke up and opened her eyes, she hoped she was back in her own body, in her own room.
The day before had been strange even by her standards. It was bad enough that she got stuck in a guy body; it was one with detention, though the assignment hadn't been too bad and she'd gotten to talk to Alec and Cally (who had been way too cheerful for ( Read more... ) -
Room 311, Early Tuesday
After his conversation with Nadia and Walter, Tyler went for a long walk. He barely noticed the late-night heat or the sweat prickling on his skin. Eventually he made it to the roof, where he laid down but never really slept ( Read more... ) -
Basketball -- OOC
Hey!
No basketball practice today because I overslept Tyler has a hangover and they played a game yesterday. Practices will resume next week.
In chat yesterday, we discussed playing one more game and calling it a season until next year. This poll is to determine what date will work best for that game. Whatever the poll says is subject to admin ( Read more... ) -
Stickbug B1, Satuday morning
Eugene woke up bright and early and, out of habit, groped around until he could find his glasses before opening his eyes all the way ( Read more... ) -
Slipped under certain dorm room doors, Saturday evening
Half a day of silence, and Tyler was practically twitching out of his skin.
A few moments on his laptop, and he had a solution. Even if he couldn't talk, he could still feel.
Maybe some other people might feel the same way.
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Stickbug B1, Wednesday Morning
Tyler couldn't sleep after he got back from the campfire, and the hug from Draco hadn't really helped. He spent half the night working on a draft of a letter to River, as Dr. Pevensie had suggested. He frowned as he worked, not sure what he wanted to say about what had happened SundaySome of his letters were really angry. Some were so mushy he ( Read more... ) -
Room 311, Noonish
Tyler spread a blanket on the floor and set out a picnic of cereal, popcorn and ice cream. It wasn't the healthiest meal, but he figured River would like it. He also wrote a cryptic note about needing coffee on the whiteboard, just in case Alec came home ( Read more... ) -
Early Friday Morning, room 311
Maybe the salt kept bad dreams away as well as ghosts; maybe he was just exhausted. For whatever reasons, Tyler slept peacefully through the night ( Read more... ) -
Room 311, Thursday night
So Tyler had a ghost.
Robert Paulson had shown up in the library. It was hard, seeing him again. It helped a little to know Dr. Pevensie didn't think he was a delusion, but not as much as it did when Hamlet confirmed he was a ghost. Not that telling Alec this was fun, though his roommate had been okay with it, all things considered. And talking to ( Read more... )