Fandom High Dormitories

Setsuna was curled up in a corner of the couch with a cup of tea and a notebook in her lap. She chewed on the end of her pen as she stared down at the sheet of paper looking up at her, blank except for the "EVIL, NEFARIOUS PLOTS" heading in the top margin. She wasn't very good at coming up with those. She was hoping maybe someone could come by and offer some tips.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be, yay! ]]

A slight damp albino crow was working its way down the fourth floor hallway.

Occationally, it attempted to flap its wings and take flight, only succeeding a strange, awkward sort of jumping effect.

It looked extremely pissed off, for a crow. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that the crow was actually a girl, and the girl desperately did not want to be a crow.

Setsuna tried Jude's door first, knocking her beak across it until her head hurt, but there was no response after a while, and she figured maybe he had class or work or something, which caused her to squawk in annoyance and flap her wings again because there was no way, if she didn't figure out this bird flying thing, that she could make it into town very easily.

Thankfully, there was a second option. Although, after last night, her reluctance was very, very strong. However, they were the only two people who knew, that she could recall. And getting back to normal was significantly more important than anything else right now.

Setsuna started, awkwardly wobbling in her unfamiliar new form, down the hall, to start pecking at Ranma's door. If he wasn't in, she didn't know what she'd do. Maybe try to make it up to Alphonse's room, but how would she explain it to him? But he could maybe keep an eye on her, since her abilities were severely limited at the moment. Unless, of course, Cuddles had a thing for birds. Her red albino eyes blinked, panic welling up inside of her at the thought of being eaten by Alphonse's cat. Her beak rapped rapidly on Ranma's door.

But wait! MIZU! Panic overtaking her, she stopped knocking and ran around in frantic, wing-flapping circles in front of his door, squawking up a worried, frantic storm of swears.

[[ open to interaction before Ranma's ]]

True, it wasn't rare to see Sakurazaki in the gym, when she wanted to work on strength rather than swordplay, or perhaps in search for a spar, or to just do her general chi centering excersizes.

However, it wasn't for any of the things the she was in the gym for tonight.

Sakurazaki had in her hands a red rubber ball, precisely the kind they had tossed at each other in Fitness the other day. She stood facing a wall, tucked the ball against her hip, and pondered a moment before stepping back.

She was throwing the ball at the wall, as hard as she could, working on getting the bounce back at her so she could repeat the process. There was a lot of throwing which lead into the ball bouncing away from her in directions unexpected, and her sprinting after it.

[[ gym's open ]]

While handwavily spending the morning down in the salle for some training, Sakurazaki thought that she'd like to do something nice for everyone before she left. So she was going to try the whole make-a-bunch-of-food-for-everyone-who-comes-in thing. Unfortunately, her cullinary abilities were pretty abysmal, and she had a feeling that sushi might turn a few remembering stomach. So it was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But they were very nice peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and sliced rather perfectly, some without crusts, even. And she'd also arranged a pretty impressive fruit platter. Because fruit was always good.

But the best part of it was the one thing she'd learn to make very well without assistance: brownies. Plenty of plates of brownies (also perfectly sliced) that she would give her honourable word as a samurai would not turn anyone into someone else, or a panda, or any other such bizarre occurance.


[[ ooh, my first free food offering! Open, of course! ]]