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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer's brain was filled with all sorts of plans and ideas and plots, she was crashing from a few Red Bulls, and she had made some pretty decent progress on her eventual attempt to break her grampa out of prison. So now she just needed to chill out for a bit, tune out of everything going on in this world and others, and just be mindless for a bit. She made some popcorn, put in in a big bowl, and flopped on the couch while reaching for the remotes, wondering what kind of weird TV they might get in weird different dimension Earth.

Most of it was surprisingly, disappointingly similar to regular dimension TV, but every so often, something more along the lines of the interdimensional cable Grampa Rick had hooked up, which was way more interesting.

And then...

"Ooooooh, Ball Fondlers. Niiiice."

Because who the heck didn't love a show of mindless action, with a lizard man, an Amazonian, a black man with pigtails, and....whatever Benjamin was, kicking ass, taking names, fighting terrorists and winning wars? No one she'd want to be friends with, that's who.


[[ open common room is open! Ball Fondlers is pretty much the A-Team on crack and super high octane. ]]
somethingwithturquoise: (what even is this face i don't know but)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.


[[ flying OCD-free, free for all style! Everyone got an invite! Up stupid early for max playability and my weird ass schedule. ]]
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
When you got right down to it, there were only three things in this world that mattered to Summer Smith: peace among worlds, getting her grandpa out of jail, and being popular at school, whatever school that may be, be it Harry Herpson or Fandom High. And, in her seventeen year old mind, the best way to be popular was through the age-old ritual of parties. And since she hadn't heard anything about any parties yet, she took it upon herself to have one. It was pretty spur of the moment, so she was kind of unprepared, but she was determined to make something work. And she had to get word out, too, so that's why she went around the dorms, slipping hand-made invitations made of construction paper and glitter underneath everyone's doors.

CONGRATULATIONS!
You survived the first week of classes and workshops
So now it's time to celebrate with a PARTY.
Saturday night in the second floor common room.

Contact Summer Smith, room 204, for any questions


And, in very small writing at the bottom, because Summer hadn't figured out how to score any booze yet:

BYOB


She had really wanted it on the roof, but all the weather called for rain, so she figured it would be better to be safe than sorry and soaked.


[[ and it's open, of course ]]
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[personal profile] thatsweirdright
It really had only been weeks since Jason had found himself with things like friends and a purpose in life. So, yeah, he'd been pretty resentful of the fact that he was suddenly being shipped off to the other side of the country. Had been prepared to hate it here, in fact.

And what he was finding was... it really wasn't so bad. Actually, he was kind of enjoying himself. He was also enjoying the free pizza that had arrived in the common room shortly after he had wandered in and started flipping through channels. He'd tried to explain to the delivery guy that it wasn't his, but the guy had just shrugged and left all the pizza there. "This kinda thing happens a lot," was all he'd said. "Don't worry about it. It's in the budget."

So he had free pizza and a movie called Pirates: A Fight Dance Story. He wasn't really sure if there was a plot beyond the amazingly choreographed fight/dance numbers, but it was oddly entertaining in its own way.

[ooc: open, if you'd like!]
rebelseekspizza: (dante white: hard to read)
[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
A whole gaggle of kids had descended on Dante over the past day. Outside of not-really-serious gripes about how annoying they were, he was fine with it. More than fine, actually. When Janie had shown up too and started egging him on about the guitar sitting in the room, he'd known exactly what he was supposed to do. For a change.

A quick trip by Groovy Tunes later - he didn't think Starsmore was gonna ding him for this, he'd picked up a more kid-appropriate acoustic guitar and he'd gone through his limited repertoire in search of something kid-friendly. (It was mostly acoustic Green Day covers, a Fleetwood Mac track he'd tried his hands on, and at Janie's insistence, he'd pulled up some Aerosmith and Blondie tabs on his phone.)

It was sunny, Kate was hanging on a chair watching him play with rapt attention, and Janie was doodling at one of the tables, sometimes looking up to listen or call out suggestions. It was all right.

... and nobody was gonna notice if he swung in some Combichrist riffs or a Nine Inch Nails or Ministry bridge in here and there, as long as he didn't sing.

[[ open! ]]
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[personal profile] boneyard_girl
If there was one domestic thing Ada was very good at (that wasn't sewing costumes) it was feeding large groups of people quickly and efficiently. She'd done more than her fair share of work in the carnival's kitchen trailer, and this seemed like a good day to brush up on those skills.

Sure, there was cereal for those who preferred that, but Ada was whipping up a mountain of fresh waffles, with toppings ranging from healthy to pure sugar. If waffles weren't your thing, well, make your own omelets or pancakes. Ada was in the mood for waffles.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] crimson_sister
This was all a mistake, Lucille thought. Why on earth had she thought she could change any of these horrible dance events? And now she even had to sell tickets to them.

With these thoughts on her mind, it wasn't strange that Lucille was looking grumpy.
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[personal profile] intotheout
Tip was manning the prom ticket booth in the lobby. Which for Tip, meant that she was sitting at the table behind a book larger than her head.

She was still reading up on cryptozoology. It turned out, potentially imaginary creatures were fascinating. You know, when they weren't horrifying and racist.

What? She was a freshman. She wasn't supposed to be crazy into prom yet.
thatwaslucky: (focused on you)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
The town was a mess, and Rey had spent her weekend beating monsters with a stick, but there were still responsibilities.

Like prom? Which Rey didn't understand or go to, but whatever.

There was still a glittery sign reading "PROM TICKETS" to tell everyone why she was there, along with the handy .

The Garden, Sunday

Sunday, April 16th, 2017 08:20 pm
[identity profile] greenexorcist.livejournal.com
"Shoo! Shoo- Ah! Get out of there!" Shiemi was too busy to notice the mainland had disappeared or even worry about why her phone and computer weren't working. THERE WERE GIANT HORNED RABBITS IN HER GARDEN!

And other things, too. She'd had to save two teal fawn from a drop bear attack earlier. They'd followed her and now THEY were in her garden and eating everything.

Shiemi had been preparing for regular rabbits, honest! It was spring, so of course she had been. There was mesh for fencing and all her borders were cleared of possible hiding places. And for the teal deer and other wildlife, she'd been planning a change in crop locations... But, but... THIS WAS NOT IN HER GARDEN NOTES!

"AH! Not the new trees! No. Ah! Nii-chan, stop him!!"

Though Shiemi really needn't have worried. A tentacle reached out and slapped angrily at the approaching creature long before she or her demon could help.

Shiemi stood blinking a moment (thereby allowing two baby jackalope access to the new lilacs). "Why is there an octopus in the tree?"




[Open!]
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[personal profile] sprinklesgoboom
Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.

So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!
"

She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"

[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb: white emo)
[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
"Going on and on I have the future in my hands..."

It wasn't unusual for Dante to be humming under his breath like this. Especially not from that record; his copy had gotten lost when the Hunter demon wrecked his trailer, and he was mourning it big time.

It was just unusual because he didn't exactly feel like singing. After yesterday, even after spending the night back home and coming back this morning-- he felt a little out of it. Like his brain was running ahead of the rest of him for a change.

But he was humming his way all through the third floor common room. And through rooting through the fridge. And through stealing someone's strawberry cheesecake.

Sigh.

[[ open! ]]
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[personal profile] soniaroadsqueen
Crazy Apple had done her usual long AT ride and was currently sitting on the couch of the common room with her feet curled up under her, eyes intently focused on the television. Her hair was still disheveled and windblown from being outside, but she didn't seem to notice.

It would probably surprise absolutely no one that the screen in front of her was video of some sort of AirTrek competition. But there were none of the acrobatic jumps and flips that Ringo usually favored. Instead, the video was clearly shot from inside some poorly lit indoor space. The only thing that was clearly visible was an area in the center that was lit by some sort of only-sort-of-still-working-right industrial lighting that flickered out every so often. And under that light were a pair of men wearing ATs who were beating the crap out of each other.

The sound was off, and the whole video felt oddly slow, probably because Crazy Apple was running it at one-fourth speed so that she could catch some of the more subtle movements despite the mediocre quality of the video. Neither of the two combatants were in her league, but that didn't mean there wasn't stuff she could learn. Like the way the one of the left shifted his weight before retreating. She was willing to bet that quite a few other people had that same sort of tell.

There was a bowl of popcorn sitting next to her on the couch, but she hadn't touched it since she'd sat down. She was far too engrossed for that.

[ooc: Open if you like!]
[identity profile] notouchykuzco.livejournal.com
Okay, so it had taken Kuzco sliiiightly longer than usual to notice that he wasn't a he today. In his defense, he tried to spend as little time as humanly (llama-ly?) possible contemplating the...boybits of his llama body.

Clad in a fabulous poncho and with eyelashes aquired from wherever the poncho had materialized from, Kuzco lounged around the common room whining out loud about his predictament because he really, really loved to hear himself speak.

Herself speak?

Pronouns were confusing this weekend.
boneyard_girl: (caged)
[personal profile] boneyard_girl
There was really only so much Ada could practice hitting the little target in her room over and over. Hell, by now she could do it with her eyes closed. Which was going to make a great bit when she was back with the carnival, but wasn't so good in a practical fight.

Things she had discovered in Limbo City: being very, very good with throwing knives wasn't much use if SWAT was involved. Those shits wore body-armor.

...she was still frustrated by that, yes.

Which was why today she was in the salle, contemplating a training dummy with a determined expression and one of the knives Isabela had given her. It was kinda hard to practice the close-up bits with an unmoving target, but at least it was giving her a good idea of where the vitals were with an adult-male-shaped target.

Besides kicking them in the balls. She already had that part down cold.

[OOC: open, yes!]
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[personal profile] crimson_sister
Lucille had found a strange little creature in her cupboard this morning, and trying to throw it out it had bit her. She had glared at it, aiming a kick before it slunk out of the room.

That was the reason why Mary Poppins was currently cleaning the 2nd floor common room. Now, wasn't this place a mess? That was easily sorted out however. With singing and enthusiasm Miss Poppins set out on this endeavour, snapping her fingers at every messy pile in the room, making it return to its proper place. At least that was what she thought.

A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bits of twine and twig...

Now, why not open the window and let the little robin in?

[Open. No, there is no cleaning actually happening by finger snapping, and there is only a draft from the window, no robin.]
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[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
Dante didn't go to the salle much. It wasn't his style; he'd known Rebellion all his life, and he didn't see much of a point in practicing.

But now he had a whole bunch of new toys. It wouldn't hurt to test 'em out somewhere without demons, right? Right.

"Not right," Dante muttered, staring, a few minutes later. Red flecks of demonic energy poured off of him, wafting gently into the air. Very little remained of most of the dummies in the room. "Okay. Bad idea."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His attention was drawn by a sparkle of red in the air, and he stared up.

Seriously. What the hell was he turning into?

[[ open! ]]
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[personal profile] candycrushlove
Maria had her notebook with her to jot down lyric ideas while she was manning the ticket table.

There were fresh flowers and she'd also purchased a few boxes of SweetTart candy hearts to make the table more festive. After all, it was a Valentine's Dance!
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[personal profile] intotheout
Tip was still in a good mood from yesterday, with slightly wilted flowers tucked into her hair, and more flowers folded out of notebook paper lining the ticket booth. The whole "staring at her phone" all day bit might seem off-putting to her non-millenial fellow students, but she was reading fanfiction, so, hey. Also thematic.

Please pardon the occasional snickering and "whelp, that's not a word" that came from your dance ticket sales lady today.
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[personal profile] era_two_triangle
There was a Camp Pining Hearts marathon on the television. Peridot had found out about it mostly by accident, and was now fixated on the television screen for what was probably going on the eleventh episode, now. She'd needed to break for class that morning, true, but that only meant that by the time she returned to the television, she had a rather large collection of hand-toasted marshmallows with her.

A few had even been dipped in chocolate, not because she figured they would be better that way, but because her hand had slipped and some had fallen into the fondue pot. There were some others that had similarly been dipped in cheese, which people were welcome to sample if they so desired. She wouldn't be, naturally. She would just be laying down on the floor in front of the television, a myriad of yellow roses and one white carnation sticking out from her hair here and there, enraptured by the antics of Percy and Pierre.

... And Paulette too, she supposed, even if she was terrible.

[OOC: Snow day, the revenge! Open!]
crimson_sister: (Default)
[personal profile] crimson_sister
Lucille was selling tickets to the Valentine's dance. There was a sign saying VALENTINE'S DANCE TICKETS HERE, there was red glitter, there was a grumpy looking Lucille.

There wasn't like she could go to the dance with anyone she cared about, the style of dancing was horrible and she still wasn't fond of glitter. Still, she would do her duty and sell tickets.
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[personal profile] soniaroadsqueen
It was almost Valentines Day, and just like last year, that meant Ringo had taken over most of the fifth floor kitchen to make chocolate. Unlike last year, though, Ringo had actually picked up quite a bit of experience in the kitchen.

Not that she'd even attempted to make chocolate in the past year, but she'd gotten a lot more confident about her ability to follow a recipe. She'd also learned to be a little more prepared, and had actually made sure she had a candy thermometer on hand (which had involved figuring out what one was) for today.

She'd also learned that if she had a deadline, she should have a backup plan, so while she was actually going to try to do some kind of complicated stuff later on in the day, she was starting with very simple chocolates, mostly just melting pre-made chocolate into molds and adding some little decorative flourishes. That way if her more ambitious plans later turned out to be a total disaster, she'd still have gifts to give out the next day.

So Ringo was humming, enjoying the rich, sugary aroma of warm chocolate as it filled the common room, and finding herself unable to resist the urge to steal the occasional spoonful of melted chocolate while she worked.

[ooc: Open, of course.]
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[personal profile] thatwaslucky
This time last year Rey had had no idea what Valentine's Day was, and truth be told she still didn't quite get it, but either way she was the one sitting at the table this year under a sign reading "VALENTINE'S DANCE TICKETS HERE" in a ridiculous amount of red glitter. And with a day to go before the holiday, the sheet for flower sales was still out, too.

So Rey was here for all your sales needs, and also to pick stray red glitter off of everything around her, including herself.
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[personal profile] dwarvenswagger
After his interaction with Lucille on the subject of baking and what he deemed a suitable amount of research on the subject, Thorin was baking.

With all the Dwarven intensity needed for the process.

It was gingerbread and the shapes were intricate and perfectly geometric. Because of course they were. He, on the other hand, was a little flour-y and a lot intense as he watched the cookies bake. Like he was on some sort of English baking show.

At some point in his life he might realize how ridiculous this situation was. That point was not right now.

[omg finally a slowish day at work! Open!]
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[personal profile] sampippy
"What?! It's not even Valentine's day for like another two weeks!"

That sound, up in the fifth floor common room? That was the sound of Xanthippe Voorhees scrolling through her Snapchat and her insta feed and suddenly seeing basically nothing from her friends in New York except, like, cute couple photos and gross PDA videos. A ton of them. Like a flood of them.

What the hell? Was Valentine's Day suddenly in this year?

She was so out of the loop.

And starting to panic about it. Her social media presence was pretty much the only thread she was hanging onto her old life by and if she couldn't get on everyone else's level, she might as well just die right this instant.

"Oh my God."

She needed to plan.

"Wh-- shit."

... Possibly after she'd cleaned up the counter, because she'd kept pouring milk into her bowl of cereal all through being antagonized by snaps, and had only just now realized a fair bit of the milk was no longer strictly speaking in the bowl anymore, but, you know.

[ooc: Open common room is open! Some weekend SP in effect.]
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[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey hadn't even known that the TV could play music on its channels until she found it by accident, and then she couldn't seem to change the channel anymore. She tried replacing the batteries in the remote, and then when that didn't work she tried working on the TV itself. But even when she turned it off the music kept playing.

So there was peppy dance music coming from the common room, and if you knew how to fix it, Rey would appreciate it.

Or you could just have a dance party. That was also valid.

[I'd always err on the side of dance party. Open!]
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[personal profile] not_every_mage
Kathy was back from the dead.

Kathy was back from the dead, and that made everything else in Anders' life seem ... a little bit mundane. Not bad, mind you, but it was a tiny bit odd to be on the dorm couch nibbling on toaster waffles and watching a marathon of a reality show about a British nanny when somebody on the island had beaten death itself.

On the other hand, what was he supposed to do? Stalking Kathy was hardly an option. So he'd sit here with his waffles and the brats on TV and pretend he knew how he felt about any of this.

[OOC: Open like a common room.]
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[personal profile] crimson_sister
In Home Ec they had been taught how to make bread, and although Lucille hadn't been particularly successful until Hyacinthe came to her assistance -- which had been enjoyable -- she knew it was a skill that she might come to need in the future, even if she might not admit that to others.

Reading recipes, it seemed like making scones was easier than making bread, which was why the smell of newly made scones filled the common room. They didn't look pretty and Lucille herself had flour in her hair and on her dress. Hopefully they would taste good, and would make a nice breakfast.

Perhaps Cassandra would like them too? She might save some for her, even though they would be better fresh from the oven.

[Open common room!]
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[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
"Lame," Dante muttered. He stretched his lazy arm out and clicked the remote again. "Lame."

He heaved a loud sigh and tossed the remote on the table, and used his outstretched hand to pick up some nachos from his bowl.

"This is why I have Netflix," he muttered, picking up the remote again 'cause there was some old white guy yelling about votes or whatever and he needed to get the guy out of his face. "Regular TV sucks."

[[ Open! ]]
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[personal profile] soniaroadsqueen
It was cold up on the roof, but Ringo wanted to feel the wind in her face this afternoon. She'd woken up feeling restless, and AirTrek hadn't been able to calm her down like it usually did. She'd taken a long, hot bath earlier in the afternoon, and that hadn't really done it either.

So she'd made a thermos of tea and climbed the stairs to sit on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island musingly. Her dreams this week had been unusually vivid. And while dreaming of Kathy wasn't unusual, dreaming almost exclusively of her was. Maybe that's what had Ringo feeling a little off-balance?

Yeah. That was probably it.

She sipped at the tea and took a deep breath. The cold air seemed to fill her up, mixing with the warmth of the tea and swirling within her. Ringo hoped that spending a bit more time out here was all she needed to settle her mind.

[ooc: Open, of course.]
[identity profile] greenexorcist.livejournal.com
While she loved her room, tonight it had seemed a little claustrophobic, so after dinner Shiemi had stopped in to grab some things and then set up in the common room to update the data in the Dorm Garden Journal she had started and to plan for the next season.

And if that meant she was drooling over catalogues she's gotten from work of plants from multiple dimensions, who could blame her? "Oooh, look look!" she exclaimed to Nii-chan, who was swimming happily in a small bowl at her elbow. "We should see if this one will grow in the section with the Pillow tree. Listen: 'A tree that sings, though the music may soporify the listener'."

Huh.

"What does 'soporify' mean? It doesn't sound bad, but the school would frown on planting anything that's dangerous. Ah! A Spaghetti tree!!!"


[open common room is open!]
[identity profile] greenexorcist.livejournal.com
It had happened again. Shiemi had been on an ExWire assignment with the rest of her class. A simple assignment to investigate the haunting of a farm just outside of True Cross. It had taken them a week but they'd finally manifested the demon... demons, it turned out. And not ghosts, but Reapers. These frog were a smaller variety than what they trained with at the academy, so Shiemi had assumed it would be an easy task to deal with them when she came across a nest on her own. But then she'd let her negative emotions get control of her and the group of Reapers had picked up on them and turned to attack her. Nii-chan had protected her, of course, but that meant she'd had to cower and wait for one of the others to help.

She thought she'd gotten stronger! But no. So here she was, finally taking Dante-san's advice and learning how to use a weapon. The school had a weird name for their dojo, but she'd finally found the 'salle' and there were lots of swords here! She finally found one that wasn't too heavy and was very pretty. It didn't look a bit like Rin's or like any of the other demon swords they'd learned about so far, but the name plate by it said 'fleuret' and that was a flower so it was OBVIOUSLY perfect for her!

Right?

Shiemi gripped the small sword tightly and took a deep breath, then let it out in a feeble yell and ran at the dummy with the same hack-and-slash attacks she'd seen Rin use in fights.



[open! And yes she is attacking a dummy with a fencing sword!]
[identity profile] notouchykuzco.livejournal.com
After an extremely weird morning that started with Kuzco going down to the office to bitch about the non-llama friendly door knob on his dorm room and ended with what he was pretty sure was a moose asking him to dinner (and no. NOooooooooooooo), Kuzco was sulking in his common room with a cake he'd pilfered from the counter and whatever had been on television when he walked in.

...which had turned out to be extremely dramatic South African soap operas. He had no idea what was going on, but currently everyone on the screen was crying, praying or both, so it had to be good, right?

{OOC: So open.}
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[personal profile] era_two_triangle
"Log Date, 8-22-2," Peridot said, holding up her little tape recorder from where she was laying on her back on the roof, staring up at the sky. "Fandom Island continues on with its random happenings, in the building lead-up to an event that Tony Stark has informed me is known to the humans of Earth as 'holiday,' and 'Christmas.' I haven't observed the small quadrupedal beings that appear to be running through the sky before, so I am led to believe that they, too, are connected to 'holiday...' unless the blue-green ruminants in the preserve have gone to spore and these small flying creatures are their larval form, in which case, I'll update my logs further when I manage to observe what today's actual random occurrence in the name of 'holiday' happens to be. Peridot, out."

Log recorded for the day, Peridot hit the stop button on her little tape recorder, smiled a bit to herself, and then settled back to watch the reindeer fly.

Yeah, Earth was a pretty okay place. She was glad it hadn't been blown up by a giant shattered-Gem abomination.

[OOC: Open roof is open!]
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[personal profile] soniaroadsqueen
It was still super cold outside. At least as far as Ringo was concerned. So as soon as she came back to the dorms she'd headed straight for the common room and rummaged around until she found a box of instant cocoa packets. Now that she was on her third cup, she almost felt human again.

Even though she was only halfway finished with her current mug, she'd gone ahead and made another cup, making sure to top it with marshmallows, a trick she'd learned from some holiday movie that had been on the other day.

She'd finally taken off her scarf, cap, and coat, leaving them hanging over the back of the couch as she sprawled out to hum happily and nurse her cup full of sugar. She wasn't exactly in a hurry with it, but if she took too long, the extra mug she made would get cold, and that would be a tragedy.

And an excuse to put it in the microwave where the marshmallows would get all super-puffy. So, yeah, not the end of the world.

At some point today she'd have to start packing for a visit back home, but she didn't have anything else to do for the day, so she wasn't in a hurry. Plenty of time to warm up with cocoa. And maybe take a nice nap or something.

[ooc: Open, of course, and remember that common rooms are convenient places to run into people and get stalked by mistletoe.]
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[personal profile] intotheout
Tip wasn't much into Christmas, as a general rule. She used to be. She used to love the holiday.

That was before she'd watched her mother get abducted by aliens on Christmas Eve, Tip's stocking halfway up her arm.

So she resented the hell out of the island's daily efforts to force holiday cheer on everyone. She was especially not into the particular way it was doing that today.

The fact that all she could find on TV were various film interpretations of Charles Dickens wasn't helping. "Ooo, a money-lender who hates Christmas. Wonder what that's code for." Bill danced around in the air to the catchy happy music from the TV, making little bubble stars around Tip's head. "Knock that off. Your culture doesn't celebrate Christmas, either."

Bill blew the bubble version of a raspberry.

[Tip is a grump. Open!]
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[personal profile] crimson_sister
Lucille had planned to make tea. That proved impossible this morning. The taps offered nothing but disgusting spicy wine.

As one might imagine, this put Lucille in a horrible mood, and she had been about to stab the kitchen worktop with a knife when deciding that was pointless. With a sigh she poured herself a cup of the only drink available and made some toast before taking a seat at the table.

Then she realized washing her hair wouldn't be possible today, and that did nothing to improve her state of mind.

[Open, with SP during the day.]
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[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
So there was booze in the taps.

It wasn't exactly Dante's choice of booze - warn wine with spices and shit? Whatever - and he was beginning to get the impression the alcohol content wasn't as high as he liked it to be. Of course, that was easily solved with a swig from a bottle of rum every now and again.

By mid-morning, he'd managed to fill a large pitcher with the stuff. He draped himself over the sofa with a big mug in hand, the rum on the floor (he hadn't wanted to add it to the pitcher itself because, enh) and turned the television to the least Christmassy thing he could find. (It was a weird horror flick about elevators.)

His birthday was in five days. He was hoping to ignore that.

[[ open! ]]
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Survivors who had enough mind and memory left to be survivors were mostly smart enough to avoid this entrance by now. If the writhing, glowing, sometimes moaning mass of flesh and moving body shapes (not all of them humanoid) spread across the doors and masonry wasn't enough to spur them to find another way in, then the blind pink face of a former friend or loved one pushing half out of the undulating surface for a moment, mouth open in (agony)(ecstasy)(forever) usually did the trick. Even if it seemed to call to them. Especially if it seemed to call to them.

The thing that used to be Bo wasn't going hungry, though. No hungrier than it had ever been, which was (always)(ravenous)(forever). The mindless ones, the broken ones who couldn't bring themselves to care anymore, the hollow, the warped and the wounded, the strangers when they came, the animals, even, their natural instincts lost... Something always wandered near enough, eventually.

All it had to do was wait.

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[OOC: open to anyone who feels like fighting, avoiding, vocally or mentally pontificating at, taunting, or otherwise encountering a hungry, sexy wall. As you do. Technically school grounds but posted in dorms comm because it's so not an official school function.]
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Why not spend a Sunday morning with a cup of tea and some scones in front of the television watching opera? Lucille had never before seen The Magic Flute, and today was a good day for that, wasn't it?

Lucille certainly thought all those things were good things to do today.

She poured the tea and made herself comfortable on the couch, hoping that no one would show up and interrupt her.

[Open common room! I cancelled all the stuff I was supposed to do today and have spent the day reading, drinking coffee, eating gingerbread cookies and watching the snow.]
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Waking up in an utterly unfamiliar place was extra distressing when you'd spent your entire life inside a single laboratory facility. The little girl with the oddly-shaped pupils had hidden sat in the room she'd found herself in, curled up with her knees against her chest in the corner, waiting for someone to come find her and take her back to where she was supposed to be.

She had felt a little bit of curiosity, a little desire to explore, but she'd resisted the temptation because she knew she'd get in a lot of trouble if she were caught somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

Of course, huddling in the corner doesn't do anything about the need for food, and at some point she couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, carefully, she'd stood up, smoothed the light robe that looked quite a bit like a hospital gown more out of nervousness than because it was rumpled, and opened the door to the room. Tip-toeing down the hallway, she found herself in a larger room filled with all sorts of unfamiliar equipment. She had to jump to look on top of the counter to find a box of cereal that someone had left out.

Which was why she was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the counter, eating fistfuls of cereal out of the box and looking around nervously.

[ooc: This always said Saturday, what are you talking about?]
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Mara was up and had already run, dressed, and showered like some kind of hugely productive person. She decided to reward such high class adulting by treating herself to pancakes, which she had a vague idea how to make.

She pulled flour, eggs, milk, and baking powder (or maybe soda, was there a difference?) from various cubbies, started to heat up a pan and got to work.

Mmm, pancake-like food.

[OOC: Weetiny weekend means someone has to make pancakes. It's a rule.\
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Ringo had all this video from AT runs out at the warehouses that her newly-set-up drone had managed to capture, but it was hard to tell if said footage was any good on her phone's tiny screen. But there was a giant TV in the common room that she could review it properly.

Of course, a nice big high-definition screen made it really easy to see all sorts of things that a dozen viewings on her phone hadn't revealed. Which meant that it wasn't long before Ringo was doing running commentary that made it clear just how terrible the girl on screen was.

"Tuck in your arms!" she yelled at the TV. "How are you supposed to control rotation if you're flailing around like that? And what was that landing? Did you see that wobble? It's because you over-rotated! You call that a flip? That was terrible!"

Sometimes Ringo was her own worst critic.

[ooc: Open like a CR, with warnings for possible SP.]
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So, Khadgar was pretty sure he wasn't the only one feeling... less than pleased this morning. Disappointing news was always hard to bear, and since he'd dropped into this world but wasn't really part of it, Khadgar could only think of one thing to do to help: sweets. He'd considered doing some normal baking for a few minutes before deciding the oven in the common room was too confounding, and just began conjuring food instead.

Now, there were plates of brownies, cupcakes, puddings, and Khadgar's personal favorite, warm strudels for anyone who wanted some. The rejuvenating effects wouldn't be the same for non-magical folks as for his fellow mages, but hopefully, if nothing else, he could make people feel better for a few minutes.

[IDK if anyone wants some distraction-y RP today, but here you go.]
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It had been a good day, with the library books being quiet and the cooking class being enjoyable as usual. Would Dr Lecter ever come up with something she didn't find interesting? Well, the eating of people wasn't to her taste, but besides that?

Making the evening as pleasant as the day had been, Lucille had braved the television and managed to find a channel broadcasting a performance of La Bohème, and with a pot of tea and sandwiches she settled in on the couch to watch.

[Common room is open. Lucille will hate you if you turn off the opera.]
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Rhys had gone into town yesterday to maybe find a Halloween costume (A pirate costume. He had missing eye, the pirate thing was just a given, okay?) and instead had found a familiar game in that creepy old resale shop.

And of course he had to buy it. And now give it sad, meaningful looks while thinking back on playing this with everyone. And being terrified of Athena a little. But that was just the base feeling of the whole time spent around her.

"This is stupid," he said to himself, running robotic fingers through his hair before manning up to to check if it had all the figurines and dice in it or not. "Hey, this has the expansion pack in it. Nice."

[So open]
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"Today is so slooow," Dante muttered. He dropped his phone on his face as he laid stretched out on the sofa. "Shitting hell."

Maybe he needed to go back to the room and take a nap. Or go knock on Isabela's door. Or... did he hear rustling?

He lifted the phone back off his eyes and found... several large stacks of waffles sitting on the coffee table. Some with whipped cream, some with chocolate, some with-- "Strawberries! Sweet!"

[[ wishful thinking post is wishful. open! ]]

Dorm Lobby, All Day

Thursday, October 20th, 2016 07:01 pm
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Well, this selling tickets gig was kinda boring.

But whatever. Dante had his phone, his boots propped up on the desk, and some cake under the table. Also, a ballot box, for whoever still cared about that stupid Homecoming court thing.

"Holy shit, that's nuts," he said, tilting his head at the phone.

... the narrative would not describe what he was looking at. No way.

[[ open! ugh, this day. ]]
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Fall in the Midatlantic didn't seem to be in any kind of rush to be, you know, fall-like, especially compared to fall in New York over the break. So Tip was out on the deck with her sunglasses on, wearing shorts and a tank top while she contemplated the large pumpkin in front of her. It was still a little early for a jackolantern that would last all the way to Halloween, but she was in the mood to stab a gourd with a knife.

J.Lo kept texting her ideas for clever two person costume themes they could be doing on Halloween if she wasn't so far away, which was apparently what Tip got for being best friends with the space equivalent of a melodramatic grandmother and then daring to go away for school.

She found herself a good "spooky" playlist, which mostly consisted of white ladies claiming to be witches (it had a lot of Fleetwood Mac on it), turned it up loud, and started scribbling ideas on her pumpkin with a dry erase marker. All her attempts at scary faces just ended up looking Very Disappointed in her. This was maybe going to take awhile.

[Open! Anyone else woken up from the breakweek nap?]

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