Fandom High Dormitories

"Ow." Dawn was stretched out on the grass, holding ice bags to places where Vi had made contact. She should have known better than to spar with a slayer, but it seemed almost normal, and she'd gotten carried away, and "Ow."

Maybe if she was lucky, the ibuprofen fairy would drop by.

[ooc: Open to everyone!]

Dawn had spent part of the afternoon lugging her stuff down to the cabin (stupid books and journals and laptops were heavy, darn it) and had set herself up in A3 as long as no one else objected, not wanting to be by the bathroom but also realizing that Sam would probably want to set himself up between her and the door.

Silly boy.

So, she was now outside, armed with a can of Deep Woods Off that she sprayed at anything that looked like a mosquito and a journal, where she was trying to catch up on what had been going on lately. If she got the energy together, she might even build a fire, but for now she was eating raw s'mores--which was basically chocolate, graham crackers, and untoasted marshmallows.


[ooc: Open for all, but especially cabinmates!]