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Apparently it was the end of the first summer semester. Henry hadn't the faintest what any of that meant, nor had he yet to discover the courage to stray very far from the dorms.

But the dorms themselves? He certainly had those handled.

Especially the common room. Four times a day, like clockwork, he'd do exactly what he was doing this Friday afternoon: step out of his room, wander into the common room, open up that cold cabinet, and-- "Ah, cake!"

A very large apple pie, to be precise, which he set down on the common room table. Being unaware he was speaking English, he was unaware of the cake vs pie discussion, but he sure was going to shove a piece of it into his mouth as quickly as possible.

[[ open! ]]

mustbeawitch

One thing modern garments had going for them, Lydia had to admit, was that they were a lot easy to put back on unassisted after one had been, say, gathering plants in the woods skyclad under the light of the strawberry moon.

You know. As one did.

Now she wasn't quite sneaking back into the dorm, as she had the right to go wherever she wished even if it was at an absurd hour, but she wasn't not sneaking, either. She didn't want to wake anyone, after all.

As she approached the dorm she heard an excited little trill and hissed, "Quiet!" before she looked over to find something that gave her pause: the intern porg scribbling in its notebook. Wait. "Are you always out here in the middle of the night? Maybe that's your problem, you know. Most people are asleep right now. Oh, what am I saying? I shouldn't be helping you spy on me."

(Open to anyone else who might be lurking about the dorms in the wee hours!)

napking

Flash had finally made it to the lobby of this building he'd woken up in! At this rate he'd be at his desk at the Department of Mammal Vehicles right on time when it opened on Monday Morning. He loved it when he was on schedule.

Look at him go! Such blazing speed! You know, for a sloth.

(Open post is open!)

napking

Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.

Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.

He'd get there eventually. Maybe.

((Open post is open!))

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.

This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.

Yes, the cheese stands alone.

[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]

napking

Gray missed Graham (and Triumph), but he was glad of the extra closet space, especially now that his Converse collection was once again expanding. (Moving out at the end of the summer? He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. There was still space in Raiden's spare room!...probably. He had put a lot of Squishmallows in there. (It was fine. He could sleep on the Squishmallows.))

He was camped out on the common room's couch with his tablet for his shopping adventures. He was definitely planning to customize a pair of low tops, and he'd added the high tops with flames and a crop top to his cart already, but he was trying to figure out...

"Oh, thank all the little gods, they have zippers." No way he was lacing and unlacing those beasts every time he wanted to wear them. Sloth would never stand for that nonsense.

(Open common room is open!)

mustbeawitch

Lydia had considered Liliana's advice of perhaps going to see a film this weekend, and had even gotten as far as doing some research on how that worked and had proceeded to the gates of the school with intent of going to the movie theater.

Then she had gotten a look at what was going on beyond said gates, and some of the things Mr. Rogers had said on the radio that morning made considerably more sense. She had promptly turned around and gone back to the dormitory, where she was attempting to figure out how the television worked as an alternative to the movies. Currently it seemed to be stuck on...she didn't know what. (Curling. It was curling.) Well. It was better than battling giant lizards for access to entertainment, she supposed.

"The future is most strange," she muttered to herself as, resigned to her fate (watching curling), she settled down upon the sofa.

(Open common room is open, especially to anyone who knows how the TV remote works.)

mustbeawitch

Lydia hadn't the foggiest whether any of the new students had moved into the dormitory or not, but on the off chance they had--well, she remembered her early days here, trying to muddle through feeding herself without the first clue how anything worked, and while she expected Miss Zarrin (Miss Luma? Was she older or younger than Eleanor? Lydia made a mental note to find out) would fare considerably better than she had, well, there was also Mr. Skalitz, as Lydia had decided to dub him.

In the name of possibly easing their transition, Lydia had ordered a selection of pastries from J,GoB delivered to the dormitory, because of course she wouldn't be cooking, and had made up a pot of tea. Now she was working on a letter home whilst she waited to see if anyone would join her.

(Hark! A wild common room post appears!)

pun_king

On a whim (or, rather, on the wings of Graham's high-flying imagination and knack for loosely related tangential conversational yarns), Graham and Belle had not only acquired a book or two on making ice cream, but they'd also collected what they would need to make some, from the equipment to the ingredients, from the milk and sugar and fruit and other things, but especially a whole bunch of different flavors of jelly beans to start experimenting with.

Was it the best time of year to make ice cream? Probably not! But that wasn't going to stop them because they were on a mission to see how this might work out and they honestly really didn't have anything better to do that afternoon.

So let the ice cream making....begin!

...as soon as one of the ice cream makers stopped 'taste-tasting' jellybeans to make sure they were up to snuff, anyway!

[[ open like a common room, yo~ ]]

pun_king

When Graham woke up and realized that the walls were gingerbread, naturally, he had to break off a piece to give it a try, taking it (and a few spare pieces stuffed into his pockets) with him on his way outside. But as he was chewing on it thoughtfully, thinking what a wonderful idea houses made of gingerbread and sweets might be, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as an odd, odd feeling fell over him.

Something like a memory, but not of anything that had happened yet. A premonition? A warning? It was the strangest thing, but he almost felt as though something was telling him to not get in the habit of eating buildings made of food...

Consequently, the taste of the gingerbread seemed to turn dry and sandy and chalky and unpleasant in his mouth. He spit it out with a wave of disgust and confusion, wondering if suddenly his tongue had broken. Should he go get it checked out at the clinic? Was he cursed? Was it the island just ensuring he didn't eat all the gingerbread buildings on the island?

Were all the buildings gingerbread?

And if the other buildings were gingerbread...

A dire thought struck him.

"Oh, no. Triumph!"

He immediately started running for the stables....hoping that they'd even still be there by the time his trusty steeds was done with it!

[[ open! Feel free to catch him en route or when he's arrived! ]]

napking

Sure, it was Saturday, but that didn't mean Flash didn't have work to do at the Department of Mammal Vehicles! He'd gotten up bright and early in order to really hit the ground running, and now, a few hours later, he was well on his way to work!

At this rate of lightning speed, he might make it to the front door of the dorm by noon.

(Open post is open!)

mustbeawitch

Lydia had decided to retrim her favorite bonnet for summer, and had for this purpose obtained some fresh ribbons and silk flowers, and also decided that the table in the common room would offer more room to spread out her work than the desk in her dorm room. So here she was, all sorts of fripperies spread out across said table, trying to decide just which arrangement of flowers would look most becoming and also 'go' with the widest variety of her gowns.

Honestly, this was the most fun she'd had in ages.

(A wild dorms post appears! Open common room is open!)

mustbeawitch

Lydia took it back. Winter in Maryland was worse than winter in Newcastle, although as long as she stayed indoors it didn't signify. The heating here was simply marvelous, and in Newcastle she often hadn't had the money for coal--which, considering it was Newcastle, was saying something.

Fortunately, she had much to occupy her time, such as sleeping in before venturing to the common room to put her modern tea-making skills to use whilst hoping someone else had made breakfast so she wouldn't have to venture to the cafeteria. She was certain there would be a box of "cereal" left unattended at the very least, but she hadn't figured out the appeal of the stuff yet.

(Open common room is open!)

regulationslacker

It was a sign of how discombobulated Mariner was that she hadn't even tried to find the nearest bar last night instead heading straight to her assigned quarters, but now she needed information, and food, and caffeine. And not in that order.

Once she'd found the common area she spent several minutes examining the primitive replicator before realising it wasn't even a replicator at all, but an even more primitive food reheater. After fighting with the other, equally retro appliances, she'd mostly given up in despair, even if she'd managed to eke out something resembling a drinkable cup of coffee.

How could people live like this?

[Open!]

napking

Gray had a final today, and Gray knew he really needed to get up and get to his final, but Gray had woken up in a snuggie, so...look, he'd made it as far as the common room before Sloth and the snuggie nap field had overcome him and he'd ended up on the couch. Maybe in a few minutes he'd be able to proceed with going to class.

Maybe. But he was so cozy...

napking

Gray had, thankfully, been awake enough this morning to notice that what was coming out of the shower head was definitely not water before he stepped under it, and he also happened to be something of an expert in the field of 'not able to take a shower right now,' even if it was usually for a very different reason. So he'd gone back to his room, pulled out his stash, and now he was posted up in the common room with an assortment of dry shampoo, hand sanitizer, and wet wipes for anyone who might need some assistance in the hygiene field this morning.

If you had stuck your head under the flow of hot chocolate before you realized, then your case was probably more advanced than he was prepared for, but maybe the wet wipes could help?

wildgalegirl

Arden had called Charlie and asked if tonight would be a good night to come over and cook, and hello, yes! So Charlie had basically done a 'someone's doing home-cooking tonight, come eat if you want' charm and sent it around and then went down to let Arden in and see if there was anything she needed to carry.

"I warn you, though," she said as she met Arden. "I like seriously can't help with the cooking, just so you know. We want the dorms to still be standing and livable at the end of the night."

She'd happily remain a lazy non-helper whenever she was allowed anyway, but in this case she actually couldn't help beyond the most basics.

Arden's cooking, all are welcome, come make the porg happy!

napking

Gray had, after much consideration and attempts to fit them on his bed, come to the conclusion that it was possible he had looted too many Squishmallows from the Walmart in the woods. But if he'd left them behind they all would have burned or melted or whatever it was that Squishmallows did, so really he'd been rescuing them. He'd been providing a service.

And now he needed to rehome them so he didn't wake up in weird contortions in his own bed. He was used to it in whatever other random location he fell asleep, but his bed? No thank you. So he'd selected his favorites (and held back a few bird-themed ones for Arden to pick from), and now he'd set up the rest in the lobby of the dorm with a sign that read, Free to a Good Home!

Squishmallows for all!

wildgalegirl

Charlie had ordered some pizzas and some Chinese food and brought along some lightly charmed pies. The delivery services had brought entirely too much food as usual, but pizza and Chinese food made great leftovers. There were a bunch of movies to choose from for anyone who decided to come join them.

napking

Gray wasn't sure if anyone new had moved into the dorms this weekend or not--the 'FU' thing had him confused, plus he'd slept through a lot of the welcome picnic--but if they had, he wanted to greet them properly, and if they hadn't, well, his friends and neighbors deserved a good breakfast anyway, right?

Not that Gray had cooked said breakfast. Instead he'd put in a call and Pizza Planet had delivered breakfast pizzas...and a container of perfectly golden waffles, of course. Raiden knew who he was cooking for here.

((Open common room is open!))

what_big_teeth

A few weeks ago, Eleanor had gone down to the common room for breakfast and found a nice little blip of socialization with her classmates that recalled a much less complicated time in her life,and that was pretty nice. She wouldn't go so far as to say she expected to catch lightning in a bottle a second time, but she did think that maybe it wouldn't hurt to give it another try.

This time with the attempt to make some breakfast beyond cereal. Nothing too complicated, she was just going to focus on learning how to make pancakes.

It was...a process, to be sure. There was a plate of malformed and somewhat burned pancakes already stacked up by the stove, but she liked to think she was getting progressively better and finally got to a point where they looked mostly edible, and then she could dig in a little and feel...well, maybe not entirely proud,but at least accomplished and fed.

Mostly.

[[ work related sp likely, but open cr is open! ]]

amicia_the_amazon

The apparition had haunted her for many nights, and now it was here. Stalking her, taunting her. Amicia knew she likely deserved it, and yet she had fled like a coward each time. Yesterday, that had worked.

Today, she had to rush from her room, go up the stairs, all the way up, up, up, and find a little hiding spot in a far corner of the garden.

And still, it kept finding her.

"Amicia!" the boy-ghost cried. "Je suis fatigué de cache-cache. S'il te plaît! Je ne comprends pas. Je veux un calin!"

She hunkered into a little ball. "Tu n'es pas Hugo."

[[ open ]]

what_big_teeth

It was such a dark, gloomy, rainy, sometimes stormy, humid day that Eleanor didn't have much motivation to do anything, but she did, she realize, sort of go into a kind of automatic mode. She'd woken up early, as if her body still felt as though it had to be ready for mass, bright and early, or else she'd face the wrath of the nuns, but there was no mass to go to. She knew there was a church on the island, of course, and considered going there just to scratch some habitual itch, but instead, she rerouted to the common room, poked around for some food for breakfast, and made herself some tea, after failing to figure out quite how to use the drip machine for coffee on the counter.

She sat at the table with a bowl of bright and colorful cereal, hunched over it and the book of poetry splayed out before her, and just sort of enjoying the quiet solitude of the morning, figuring everyone else would still be sleeping, especially with nuns to harass and harangue them toward mass, especially with the warm, gloomy, lethargic weather.

[[ but the common room is, of course, very open! ]]

pun_king

With the last party they had down at the pool, Graham had made a few hints and allusions to another, second party before the start of the summer session, and, well, now was the time! After mentioning it on radio and spreading the word at the picnic and of course spreading around handwavey flyers and texts, the circle was now complete, as they met the "End of the Semester" party with a "Start of the Semester" party! And while one was underneath the dorms, this one would be on top of it!

So, of course, the roof was decked out with decorations of a very summer-y nature, since that was the semester they were heading into, with music playing to match that vibe, a few beach balls and beach umbrellas floating around, too. And, of course, a table with a lot of moddable snacks, drinks, and Graham's proudest touch: a Neapolitan style sheet cake with the words "LET'S ALL HAVE A SUN-SATIONAL SUMMER!!" written on it, and, below it, in parentheses: "(Seas the Day!)"

So come on up, make the porg intern happy, and have a good time celebrating the start of the semester with a good party, a great view, and even better friends!

[[ and it's an OCD-free party weekend, y'all! ]]

pun_king

In case you hadn't heard, either via the flyers that had been plastered around the dorms, the text messages sent out that morning, the radio or the announcements being made from the desk yesterday, there was a party in the dorms that day! Down by the pool, specifically! With no classes to attend to, all that was left to do was come on down and have a good time!

There were decorations! There was pizza! There were drinks in coconuts, and some music pumping, and none of them had anywhere school-related they needed to be! Time to celebrate another successful semester in the books.

Water you waiting for? Come make a splash!

pun_king

There was going go be a celebratory, end of the semester party tomorrow, in lieu of having classes, and the word needed to be spread around. There were flyers everywhere, of course, and texts would be sent out tomorrow, but today, Graham was going to do it the good old fashioned way, by word of mouth and word of porg intern (he hoped)!

Which was why he could be found out on the deck that day, calling out like a town cryer, hoping to reach the ears of all passersby...and maybe drift up through a few opened windows, as well.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" he announced, boldly and brightly and at regular intervals. "Come one! Come all! The ever-lovely Miss Charlie Gale and the ever-punny Mr. Graham Cra--"

Briefly, this announcement was cut off eith a bug flying right into his mouth,making him cough slightly, then picked right back up again.

"--cordially invite you all to an esteemed end-of-semester pool party! Tomorrow! All day! With ~~blackjack and hookers~~ pizza and drinks in coconuts! Bring your selves, bring your swimsuits, have a swimming good time! You don't want to miss it!"

There. That should do it! He just hoped, if anything, the message was,eventually, hear, and, if not, well, he'd be at this all day!

[[ work related sp to ensue, but open deck is open! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had been in the company of a young girl since yesterday morning. A girl who was by all appearances Belle's daughter.

"I come in here often to read," Belle said. "When I'm hoping for company or for something to nibble on. There's nearly always food even if no one is around to cook it. There's always tea." That was very important.

"Would you like some tea, Collette?"

The girl nodded politely as she took in her new surroundings. Was she simply looking around or was she looking for possible threats and escape routes? Why not both!

[Open common room is open, naturally!]

pun_king

That morning, Graham was visited by a tiny little "vampire" who demanded (albeit very politely! She was a princess, after all, and remembered her etiquette classes, so she'd added a please and thank you!) that he make her some choco-chip pancakes, and who was Graham to refuse a little vampire princess? Especially since choco-chip pancakes were his specialty, and it would apparently get her talking, although Graham had a feeling he was starting to piece a few things together, just based on the "vampire" princess thing alone.

Apparently, her name was Princess Genevieve of Daventry, and she really was a vampire, really! She was just a special vampire who could also eat choco-chip pancakes, as well as blood. But not just choco-chip pancakes, but also jellybeans and empanadas. Her father was the king, and she thought Graham was her father because he had her father's adventuring cap, but now she wasn't so sure, because her father was big and strong, and this Graham was kind of scrawny and stringy, but maybe the proof was in the pancakes? And, of course, her other father was the King Consort, and he was the one who made the empanadas, which was, of course, Daventry's national dish.

It was all honestly kind of fascinating to hear the little girl talk about this apparent future, while he whipped up some more pancakes and tried to decide if it would cause a whole fuss to point out that vampires couldn't go out in the daytime, could they? But, then again, Genny did say she was a special vampire! He shook his head and wondered if he should send a text over to Guillermo, he was probably going to get a kick out of this, too!

[[ open common room is open, y'all, for all your kids having kids (or not!) needs! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

When Belle arrived in the common room this afternoon she was greeted by the sight of a rather ridiculous amount of marshmallow candies stacked on a table. There were any number of different colors of bunnies and chicks as well as some different flavors.

"What's a Dr. Pepper meant to taste like?" Belle wondered. "Or Mike and Ike? Why are the marshmallows flavored with people?"

Hopefully they weren't really people but the flavors did have people names and that was a bit odd.

"These sparkly purple ones are interesting though. And wild berry seems like a reasonable flavor."

She hadn't even seen the Hot Tamale, Sour Watermelon, or Fruit Punch flavored ones yet."

There were so many marshmallows. Belle had no idea what to do with them all but perhaps a taste test would be in order.

[Open, obvs!! And you're welcome, intern porg.]

furrybluefreak

It had been a busy but very nice day in Kurt's opinion. He had spent all morning getting ready for his and Libby's picnic lunch date out on the deck. And all that hard work paid off because, so far, everything had gone really well. Lunch was great and the company was amazing as always. So, with a full stomach, Kurt was lying on his back, staring up at the sky, a content grin on his face as he looked over at Libby.

"That definitely hit the spot," he said, giving his stomach a light pat, though in classic Kurt fashion, he would likely be hungry again in a few hours. "Did you have enough?" he asked, because it was no good to still be hungry after a picnic!

(For the girlfriend!)

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had considered reading outside today but on her way outside she'd run into someone delivering a very large lunch order who had handed it off to her with a "oh, it's already paid for and it's just for the dorms so I guess it's yours now bye!"

So instead of going outdoors she'd headed back up the stairs to her common room and opened the bags to find a rather large quantity of tomato soup and several grilled cheese sandwiches. Naturally she needed to fix herself a bowl of the soup and bring it to the table with a sandwich.

She only hoped that someone else might come by to help her eat all of this food.

[Open common room is open, come have some cheesy goodness!]

wildgalegirl

Having had a great deal of fun 'sneaking' downstairs to the pool, Charlie turned to Graham with a grin. "Ah, nothing like the smell of chlorine in the morning!"

It really was a shame that the pool was used so rarely because it truly was a wonderful place!

"Maybe once we've got you comfortable with swimming we could throw a pool party down here," Charlie suggested.

It was a great place for it, lots of room, little locker rooms for changing or a quick shower afterwards, even a sauna. If only it had a hot tub, the place would be perfect.

But who knew? Maybe there was one hidden away that Charlie just hadn't discovered yet.

"Okay," she said, stripping off her outer garments to reveal a sleek one piece bathing suit which matched her purple hair. "I'm just going to put my clothes in the changing room and then we can get started!"

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had spent most of the past couple of days very happily engaged in long overdue activities with Five. She'd woken up entangled with him late this morning which had been pleasant until she realized something was very, very wrong with the situation. Once she'd come to terms with this temporary reality she'd decided she needed a change of scenery.

So, after grabbing some of his clothes (sorry Five, these were hers now) she'd gone to her own room to regroup. Eventually she'd showered and was now in the common room having brewed some tea (enough for herself and to share) and brought a book with her.

Of course, curling up on the couch with a book felt different today which had her somewhat out of sorts while she tried to find the correct and comfortable position but she managed eventually.

[Open common room is open!]

furrybluefreak

So, there had been a lot going on the last few days. Kurt was still on cloud nine over the great date he and Libby had had on Valentine's Day. Maybe that was why his thoughts kept drifting back to Libby in one way or another... even more so than usual...

Kurt was trying to keep himself busy, that abundance of energy seemingly more abundant than usual. He had started packing for the school trip coming up. But had gotten distracted. So he figured taking a quick break might be good.

And so there he was sitting out on the deck, trying to work on some writing n get his mind to focus on....other things for a bit.

noonedecidesmyfate

There was a cupboard full of Cup Noodle (TM) today when Belle went rummaging around the common room looking for something to eat. Since they had just discussed those in a recent class and there wasn't anyone else around (yet) to share a larger amount of pasta with, Belle grabbed a container at random to heat up for herself.

Chicken flavor was unexceptional, but fine, and she sat down on the couch with her book and her noodles. It wasn't quite the same as curling up with a cup of tea but it wasn't entirely different, either. Perhaps this could be an alternative some days.

She could always make tea after, or more noodles for anyone else who might come in. For now she was content to read for a bit. She'd picked up a book of modern fairytales at the library but hadn't yet had a chance to begin reading it.

[open, having a lazy day]

amicia_the_amazon

With the slow creep of familiarity came... a kind of not-restlessness, a feeling that made Amicia step out of her bedroom with a growing regularity.

Not often, and not far. But still. It was a Sunday, morning even, and she was back in the common room.

She had a bowl of oatmeal, this time. It was tolerable, and familiar, and that was all she cared for.

[[ open ]]

napking

Gray should have known better.

He should have ordered food from somewhere else. But Raiden was family, and, honestly, that meant he knew how good his food was. But also, he was Raiden, and if restaurants around here were prone to send too much food before, well...Raiden. Sending food to his baby brother.

And now Gray had a Pizza Situation on his hands in this here common room. Also there were...dumplings? From Pizza Planet? He didn't even know.

He really hoped someone came along to help eat some of this soon. He wasn't sure he could fit it all in the fridge.

((Open common room is open!))

kawaii_complex

Apparently, Maya was feeling terribly restless that afternoon, bouncing all over the room like a wildcat, which, while very adorable, made it difficult for Sakaki to focus on her studies. So she decided a little trip over to the common room, where he'd have a little more room to run around and play might be in order, and she could grab a bite to eat for herself while she was there, too.

And so now there was a tiny little Iriomote cat bouncing happily around the common room, hiding behind the furniture and adorably pouncing at Sakaki as she tried not to absolutely die from the cuteness overload while nibbbling on some leftover pizza.

Studying could definitely wait, especially once Maya started climbing up on the couches and chairs to add even more dynamic excitement to all his bouncing.

[[ let's keep this dorms streak going! Whoo! Also, I don't get to use adorable Maya icons nearly enough, dammit. Open common room is open! ]]

furrybluefreak

Kurt was a bundle of nervous and excited energy that afternoon. This was the day he and Libby were going to work on decorating cookies together. Not only that, they were going to have a very special instructor teach them! So, it was no wonder Kurt was looking forward to the afternoon date as he shifted around the common room kitchen.

With the focus being on decorating rather than the actual baking for this date, Kurt had spent all morning baking up several batches of sugar cookies. That was why dozens of (very moddable) cookies were on the counter, many in basic shapes and designs for maximum creativity. The kitchen was already cleaned up from the early morning baking effort and Kurt was busy setting out everything else they would need, which thankfully wasn’t a lot.

“Ok…. That’s all set and ready… cookies are cooled and ready… I think that’s everything…” Kurt muttered nervously as he went over everything.

“Kurt, stop fretting. And hold still! You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up!”

Kurt stopped his pacing and looked over at the computer sitting on the corner of the counter, FaceTime already up and running, a smile unconsciously tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry, Mutti…” he said somewhat sheepishly as he stopped in front of the screen. “I can’t help it. I want this to be perfect for Libby.”

“And it will be. Now stop fretting and text the girl already.”

“Just… promise you won’t embarrass me,” Kurt said with a somewhat pleading smile as he pulled out his phone and started sending out a text to Libby.

“Hey Libby! We still on for cookie decorating today, right?” Oh please let that still be happening… “Got everything ready if you still want to!”

And with that done and sent, all there was left to do was wait for Libby to show up...

(Kurt is of course expecting someone, but the common room is definitely open and anyone is free to ping in for a chat or to use the area before Libby arrives in the oh so handwavey timeline XD )

amicia_the_amazon

Amicia did not leave her room often. She knew she ought to; that in some ways the forests outside called to her, begging her to get as lost in them as she had in the Pyrenees. But coming here had been one more shock to her already crumbled sense of the world, and so she spent most of her time in her room.

But even Amicia de Rune needed to eat, from time to time.

And thus, grudgingly, she slunk out of her room in the afternoon to once again expose herself to the strange foodstuffs in the common area. Now there she stood, rifling through cupboards in search of something to eat that looked familiar.

She would even settle for an apple.

[[ open! ]]

furrybluefreak

Another week was wrapping up and with class done early that morning, Kurt felt like having a lazy day. So the common room currently had one student lounging on the couch, finishing up a FaceTime call, and then debating whether to find a movie or show to watch, work on snacks and goodies for game night, or start working on the report for class.... Decisions, decisions, decisions.

(Common Room is of course open, as is the post!)

furrybluefreak

After his one class that morning, and with his laundry now very contently done and off his to-do list, Kurt found he suddenly had some free time. And so he made a small lunch and took it out to the deck to enjoy some fresh air and relax a bit.

There was a lot on his mind too, and he found himself soon getting lost in thought as he did a lot more sitting and thinking than he did actually eating just then.

(post and deck are definitely open!)

pun_king

Graham felt a bit bad about it, but he'd skipped out on his job yesterday to make himself more scarce. After all, if he was looking for an escaped slave to seek revenge for his brother, the place where that escape slave now worked would be one of the first places he'd check
So, instead, Graham stayed as hidden and on the move and hard to find as he possibly could, skulking and sneaking around to gather ingredients for spells he'd lifted from Manannan's books and spending the night preparing them under the cover of darkness.

Just like he had not too long ago, whenhe'd escaped from Manannan in the first place.

But now, should the strange wizard with the very cool outfit find him, Graham was ready. He was prepared. And the roof seemed like a relatively safe place to hide out. Maybe he wouldn't even need to use the spells! He hoped so, but all the same, pouches and stones and other little things filled the pockets of his homespun cloak, and this time, he'd be ready.

In the meantime,though, it was kind of nice that he had these really great tunes to listen to while he posted up! He'd never heard this song before, but it was great!

[[ open roof is open, with a work-sp caveat/warning/possibility! ]]

pun_king

Now that Graham had been ~~eventually~~ armed with the knowledge of what exactly this day entailed and after a ~~presumably~~ incredibly awkward departure/escape from the common room, he was struck with another thought that almost had him not continuing on his way to the stable to get to his training with Triumph, but, instead, toward town.

There was mistletoe that wanted people to kiss each other to the point of violence. It was Tuesday. Charlie usually worked on Tuesday, and so if Graham just so happened to find his way to Groovy Tunes, and the mistletoe found its way there, too...

But Graham didn't take more than two steps in that direction before he instantly felt terrible for having had this thought, and he firmly kept the trail toward the stables, though he wasn't there to do his usual training session with Triumph anymore, but, instead, to have a much needed heart-to-heart.

"...because that's not a very good, nice thing to do, is it?" he was telling Triumph, who listened patiently. They were tucked comfortably in Triumph's stall, despite having pretty much full reign over the place, Graham leaning against him comfortably, as they often did when Graham was troubled and just needed to talk through some things. "To kiss one person and then turn right around and go kiss someone else, too? You shouldn't be kissing more than one person at a time, or at least not so soon after each other, right? Besides, what if Charlie doesn't know about the mistletoe? Then that's not good, either, if I know, and she doesn't, for me to talk advantage of that, you know? I'd feel terrible. Even if it would be really nice to kiss her. It was really nice ~~eventually~~ kissing Guillermo, too..."

Triumph made a few encouraging grunts and squeaks in response, the last one lilting up in a question and Graham, despite himself, and feeling his face flood with red again, had to chuckle.

"Oh yeah," he informed Triumph confidently, "definitely a big fan. Kissing is great. I would definitely not be against doing more of it!"

Just maybe not when it was all because some enchanted mistletoe was insisting on it...and maybe when he was a little less confused about who he should or could be kissing, too.

[[ open stable is definitely open! ]]

guillermothegreat

Guillermo decided to start cooking for the DnD session this week and had started with making a fresh batch of empanadas and while that was cooking, he got to work on an Apple pie to get started on the pies that he would bring over on Friday.

He had been completely oblivious to the mistletoe and so far had not noticed that there was in fact mistletoe hanging on the ceiling.

(so very open!)

furrybluefreak

Kurt was in a baking mood.... the cookies the other day had really got him missing the times he would make Christmas cookies back home. That meant Kut was rummaging around the cabinets in the common room that morning, trying to take stock of what was there on hand if he wanted to make those cookies after all. It was looking pretty good and there were only a few things he might have to get depending on what he decided to go with. So, if anyone was walking around the floor they might have heard some humming and singing coming from the kitchen area.

napking

Gray was struggling today. Sloth was bad enough that he'd given in to the inevitable and planned to spend the afternoon in bed, watching anime on his tablet, except...no matter what he did, his tablet would only show videos of a burning yule log. So he'd managed to drag himself into the common room to see what was on TV, only to find that it was...the yule log. On every. Single. Channel. And the effort of getting here had burned through what little energy he had left, so now he was sprawled gracelessly on the couch, staring at the flickering flames on the screen and waiting to be able to move around again.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

Gods, he was so bored.

((Open common room is open!))

furrybluefreak

Kurt was enjoying a bit of a relaxing day. Early that morning he had finally made good on the promise he had made himself some time ago and went to one of the early services at Our Lady of Fandom Island. It felt good to get back to that, even if it did feel really odd going alone.

But now he was up on the deck enjoying the early morning, texting with Logan and the Professor and waiting for a reply back from his folks.

(post and deck are open!)

pun_king

Last night, the topic of pillow forts had come up between Graham and Kurt, and now it was clear that Graham could not rest until another epic pillow fort was brought into the world. And, sure, pillow forts were fine by yourself, but the more, the merrier! So every door in the dorms had a nice little bright Post-It note slapped onto it:

Pillow Fort EXTRAVAGANZA!

Come to the second floor common room,
And make your pillow fort dreams a REALITY!

B.Y.O.B.&P.
(that's blankets and pillows!)

See you there!

And once that was done, he went back to the room to grab as many blankets and pillows as he could carry (which was a lot), making sure to double-check that Gray wasn't wrapped up and sleeping in any of them, and drag them all to common room to get this pillos fort started!

[[ open pillow fort building is open! Come make Troy Barnes proud! ]]

canlendanear

Alara had not planned on being home for nearly two weeks but her sister had asked her to come home and try to make her parents happy by going to an important academic function at their father’s university.

She had reluctantly agreed only this had given her mother the idea to try matchmaking instead and what was only supposed to be a week long visit home turned into two weeks since she had to try and fend off her mother’s attempts to get her to settle down with a ‘nice Xelayan husband’.

On the plus side it seemed her parents were talking to her again, even though it seemed they were ignoring her decision to go into the military and hoping she would turn around and go to university on Xelaya instead.

She had managed to get in ~~handwavily~~ late last night and had decided to get in a workout before her classes, it was good being able to destroy punching bag after punching bag being in Earth’s gravity again.

[open!]

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