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The cartoon Caleb was watching was "foreign", and was in the native language of the creators, which is to say, not English. But they'd been kind enough to add a subtitle feature, which was handy though it did require a bit of splitting of one's attention.

Also he wasn't certain what kind of mood they were going for. The music was often rather cheerful considering it was about two young women left all by their lonesomes in a post-apocalyptic world. Or maybe he was looking at it wrong. The girls themselves were rather cheerful and enjoying the adventure. Maybe it was his own hang-up that he felt it should be more melancholy.

He was also making a list of things to look up later. All he knew about Japan so far was what he'd gleaned when he had read about World War 2.

[Come watch Anime with the redneck!]

not_a_haint

Caleb was lounging...well not exactly, but as close as he was comfortable getting to lounging, and writing when he had a sudden realization.

"Well fuck me I forgot my own darn birthday!!"

By almost a month too.

One thing about living in the Devil's Cradle, Granny never went a birthday go by without at least a little treat for the birthday boy or girl.

Had he actually relied on her to remember so he wouldn't have to?

not_a_haint

In his "research" into the changing face of popular culture since "his day", Caleb had decided to look at movie musicals through the ages. He was surprised to learn that an adaptation of Baum's fantasy series had been made not very far into his future.

But as much as he'd intended to watch the movies in the order they'd been made, his recent viewing of ~~Forest Gump~~ That's All I Have To Say About That had him very curious about the 1960's. So he was instead starting with something called a "Jukebox Musical" in which all the music was by a band called The Beatles.

He was going to miss all the easter eggs and references.

He was putting Mr. Stark's lessons about movie snacks to good use however.

liartoldyouthat

Game six of the Stanley Cup finals was about to start, and so of course Ilya was parked in the common room with pizza and absolute control of the remote. (No, he hadn't noticed anything weird going on this weekend. This was perhaps for the best, dead mom trauma considered.)

He had some questions about these twits they had doing commentary these days, though. Predicting Vegas would win 3-2 when their goalie had let in at least four goals five games in a row was...bold. "//Really?//" he asked the TV after a second guy echoed this prediction. "//When do you think their goalie became good at hockey?//"

Blah blah blah, enough talking. Bring on the sexy hurricane witch.

Oh, no, was he developing a soft spot for Carolina? Unacceptable. He would have to make a point of scoring on them extra when he made it to the MLH, even if they weren't the Hurricanes there.

(Open common room is open!))

thatsmysword

Henry didn't listen to the radio. Nor did he tend to leave the dorms on weekends for much more than to walk Mutt and to feed Pebbles and perhaps let her go for a stroll. Much more often, he'd find himself here, in the common room, tearing through several bowls of cereal (he liked the colorful ones) and having long one-sided conversations with Mutt.

So he hadn't the faintest about what all the dreams had been about. Or that odd rock he'd found in the woods.

None at all. Until--

"There you are," said Bianca's voice, and Henry just about hit the ceiling.

He whirled around and nearly fell off the couch in doing so. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been a corpse on the--

It would be a while before there'd be any hugging or conversation or anything everyone else on island seemed to be doing. Henry had gone blank, utterly. Couldn't find a thought in his head.

Just... Couldn't.

Bianca frowned. She sank down next to him on the oddly soft bench. "Hal?" she tried, softer. "Hal? Are you hearing me?"

"I," Henry said. He came back into motion jerkily, and when he did, it was to strike the sign of the cross.

"That's got nothin' to do with this, I don't think," Bianca said, gently. "I'm not a demon, Henry, it's just me, all right?"

Henry wished he could do more than gawp, but his body wasn't letting him.

[[ open, in case anyone wants to come rescue him, or it's a free common room! ]]

liartoldyouthat

Okay, weird future with your weird different hockey league, you got Ilya. Your hockey was entertaining. It could stay.

High scoring games in the finals? Carolina coming back from four (four!) down to force overtime, going to double overtime, and then losing? Their captain scoring a game-winning goal while dramatically falling on his face? Las Vegas apparently having a hockey team now, albeit one with a dumb name and uniforms in the ugliest shade of yellow Ilya had ever seen in his life? Las Vegas thinking it was a good idea to represent their enemy as a sexy hurricane witch? This series had it all, and Ilya had pizza and full control of the remote for Game 5. If he couldn't play in the finals yet, he could at least be entertained by them.

(Open common room is open!)

sairis

Sairis was confused by his class, a little annoyed to still be in this strange place, and at loose ends. He was taking that all out on the common room by cooking.

Beans, because look, he had plenty of experience with them. With eggs and onions. He'd found a few spices around and gone based on taste rather than whatever they were called.

Hopefully if anyone else dropped by they liked marjoram and chili powder.

He'd spent some of his money on a loaf of bread to go with it, because even if kneading dough sounded cathartic, he hadn't wanted to wait until midnight to eat.

And there was tea, but it had gone cold. Which might not be an entirely bad thing.

[Open common room!]

sairis

Sairis was still slowly learning his way around Earth, or at least around this small section of it. Today there was something on the television that he wasn't sure what to think of.

Other than, "People really dress weirdly here."

He'd just be here drinking his tea and eating some cereal, trying to make sense of it all.

sairis

This place was so different, Sairis was still having issues adapting. But he'd started work this week, which meant he had a little more to do, and someplace to sell his charms and potions. He also had somewhere to work on them and spirit walk safely, which had gone a long way to helping.

That said, this place was also cold, and Sairis had no desire to trek to the shop for things that weren't dangerous and messy. So instead he was spread out at the table in the common room, tying and wrapping and weaving.

Hope nobody minded the small bones and grasses and things on the table.

[Open common room!]

sairis

When Sairis arrived in the common room, the television was on. There were pictures on it that seemed drawn rather than live people, and they were...definitely odd. Somehow captivating, though.

He made tea absent-mindedly and opted for some of the "cereal" (which still didn't look like it was made from any grain he knew). There was a picture on the box of milk being poured over it, so he tried that. It was sweet, but like the television, oddly good.

So he'd just be eating sugary cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons ~~I don't care if they're not a thing anymore~~.

[Open post!]

thatsmysword

Mutt loved the snow.

Any second Henry was outside, the bloody dog would roughhouse right through it, leaping into piles and running in wild and happy circles all over.

"Ah, look at him, Pebbles," he said, as he patted the horse on her snout. "Someone's having a good time of it." A pause. "Not quite like you and me, I reckon. I don't know about you but I'm freezing."

Aye, the pourpoint with the modern coat did work wonders, but still. "Suppose we should finish our walk quickly, then? I do know you need to stretch your legs and everything, but there's a limit with this weather, aye?"

The horse whinnied.

"Right, right," he said, as he resumed walking again. "Message received."

[[ open ]]

sairis

Even if he didn't have chores now, Sairis couldn't help but get up early. With no pigeons or garden to tend to, he went straight for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and fried bread were comforting and familiar.

Since he was using what was apparently everybody's food, it only seemed right to make enough for anyone else who might come later, too.

Then he was sitting down with breakfast and tea and reading a book he'd gotten from the library. He only understood about half of it, but he thought he was at least getting an idea of how things worked.

[Open common room!]

not_a_haint

It was really, very, incredibly cold outside. Which was unfortunate for a number of reasons, one of them being that Caleb was feeling poorly, emotionally speaking and his usual remedy of going for a broody walk was, well not out of the question but seemed like it would be counter productive.

So instead, he was listening to the radio, as he attempted to make pizza. Well a few pizzas as the pre-made crusts only came in so many sizes.

The current music selection was actually doing a fairly good job at alleviating some of his angst.

Current Music: Gogol Bordello- Through the Roof n Underground

not_a_haint

Caleb had felt like he'd been dropped in at the deep end when it came to movies so he'd made a trip to the library to do a bit of reading and list-making, and now he was armed with a supply of micro-waved vittles ~~mun just wanted to use that word~~ (enough to share of course) and the instruction manual for the DVD player so he could try to ease himself the modern movie scene a bit.

So far he had ~~Dracula~~ Alucard starring Bela Lugosi from 1931, ~~Metropolis~~ Proletariat Robot Rebellion from 1927, ~~Duck Soup~~ a Marx Brothers movie, and the Rankin and Bass animated adaptation of The Halfling from 1977.

He'd considered Snow White, but decided that Disney deserved to be a project in and of itself.

He'd welcome company.

Current Music: Danse Macabre

sairis

Having received a thorough grounding in how to use the internet from Arden, Sairis had been making use of it ever since. It was frustrating that he couldn't be sure how much was true, but he'd learned to research and cross-reference texts, and that seemed to help.

He'd learned a lot about electricity! And how stoves worked. He had his priorities.

So here he was, having found some eggs and meat and carrots in the icebox, and cooking them in a pan on the stove. There was a spice rack, and most of them made no sense, so he'd tasted them. Which was why he was using salt and pepper (those he knew) and something called "chili powder" to season it all.

[Open common room is open!]

sairis

Sairis had successfully completed the first week of classes here. Even if today's had been much less fun than the others. Fighting, seriously? Him?

Anyway, it was over. And he was back to the room here. After watching Liliana, he thought he could manage the kettle, even if he wasn't sure exactly how it worked. And he found tea and a mug and some honey and milk.

So now he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch with a cup of tea, frowning and poking at his new phone, trying to figure out what some of these things were.

[Open common room!]

not_a_haint

Sleeping in for Caleb generally meant an hour or two after sunrise, and his internal clock tended to wake him even if he didn't have an alarm or a rooster.

The night before, he'd glanced into the common room on his way to his dorm room, just long enough to see a couch, comfy chairs, and a kitchen. So once he was fully awake he came in to see about breakfast.

And found himself utterly baffled as to how most of this worked. That looked like a stove but he couldn't see how to light it. He at least recognized the icebox from pictures. Enough so that he knew to look there for milk.

Thank goodness there was cereal.

"Right. The future. Gonna have to figure some stuff out. I wonder if there's a manual for the new fangled fake lookin' stove."

[Open like an open post that is open.]

Current Mood: confused

sairis

Sairis still wasn't entirely sure what was going on here or how (or if) he'd ever get back home, but after a stressful day of getting ready for a trip to the capital, raising a horse, a night of riding through a storm, and a day of whatever this was, he was more than ready to get to the room he'd been given and fall asleep.

He found the room and unlocked the door. Hm; he might have to do some wards there. Tomorrow. He walked in and blinked; it was easily larger than his master's room back home, though the two beds said he'd be sharing the space. Which might be awkward, when he was awake enough to think about it.

For now, he went to the bed in the left corner and dropped his bag on it, then dropped himself on it.

[Open post for the roomie or anyone dropping in!]

thatsmysword

So Henry had sort of accidentally talked his Dealing With Other People's Trauma teacher into doing a collective meal this week, and he felt obligated to at least... try to let other people know it was happening?

It took him some time that morning to find the right implements. (He had also managed a paper cut. Who knew you could cut yourself on something that soft and thin? It wasn't like it was metal!)

And now he was going about the dorms putting up the carefully handwritten posters. He knew most people in here, so he figured it would be all right.

IF YUO WAMT FOD THER WILL BEE SOM AT DEELNG WIT OTTER PEELPS TARUMA CLAS TUSDAY, said the posters.

Right, he thought to himself, eyeing his handiwork half an hour later. Perhaps he should ask Supper Club as well? ... Where did Supper Club live when it wasn't Supper Club?

"I should've thought this one through," he said mournfully, scratching the back of his head. (He did not pay attention to the chickens. They didn't register as anything weird.)

[[ open! feel free to catch him around the dorms or in the lobby ]]

mostnonheinous

Everything was playing Carol of the Bells.

Everything was playing Carol of the Bells.

Billie had a lot of speakers. She had a lot of sound equipment generally. Much of it had at least some sort of output. Thankfully, most of it was not hooked up at any given moment, but the outputs . . . didn't seem to care about that. Any speaker that was plugged in to any sort of power source was playing Carol of the Bells.

This could have -- probably should have -- pissed her off. It at least worried her. She unplugged most of her speakers, took the batteries out of the portable ones, and even turned off her phone to make sure she didn't have too many competing Bells driving Riri nuts. Then she took a large sampling of them out into the common room, where she laid them out systematically and started plugging them back in one by one.

Hmmm. No, the bass amp and the headphones didn't work well together. But the bass amp and the phone sounded fantastic. Especially when she managed to work out the timing so that they synchronized rhythmically. She added the headphones back in, volume low, then added a couple more speakers. Slowed the techno version a touch and cranked up the volume on the jazz coming from the subwoofer. A few more adjustments, shifting the layout of the speakers so that nothing fed back too much into itself, and. . . .

All the speakers were now playing Carol of the Bells well.

You're welcome, dorm residents. Now, come rock out with your friendly neighborhood audophile.

[open!]

mostnonheinous

Billie had a class today, and she'd probably make it there! But at the party last week, too many people hadn't known who Mozart was and she simply could not let that continue to be true.

So she'd pulled some of her massive stereo system out into the common room as was currently blasting Eine Kleine Nachtmusik while pretending to conduct.

You know, just normal college student stuff.

She'd at least been wise enough to purchase a veritable mountain of ~~moddable~~ baked goods, in return for probably waking at least one poor person up when shit inevitably got loud.

[omg, I remembered we have a dorms comm. Open!]

thatsmysword

Having a roommate was fine and all well and good; it wasn't as if Henry had been used to more, prior to being elevated into Sir Radzig's service a bare few days before coming here. But he hadn't anticipated the difficulty of his nightmares - now when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could no longer spook through the hallways. He had to lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and avoid waking Erasmus up.

At first light he finally escaped the room, and, after an hour or so of restlessly moving up and downstairs, he settled back into the common room. Two large bags had appeared as if out of nowhere, containing those odd round circle-shaped buns. He picked one out that had a great deal of meat on it, and settled into a seat.

Tiredness was beginning to set in now. It made him heavy.

Still, Henry sat there, and ate, and stared at that big black box that made all the noise if you touched the wrong thing. Perhaps he'd wake up at some point, after all.

[[ open ]]

stringstothesoul

Erasmus had ordered Chinese takeout for dinner, but the delivery guy had brought...way too much. Like, way too much. So he'd decided to eat in the common room, where maybe he could foist some off on someone else, and there was always the refrigerator for leftovers.

While he shoved fried rice and mushroom chicken into his mouth, he'd started flipping idly through the channels on the TV, and wow, this dimension's TV programming was weird. Where were all the nonhumans? Where was that popular crime drama about a warlock detective and his vampire partner, who the whole internet agreed should make out and Erasmus totally hadn't written half a fanfic about, really, he swore? Where was--wait. He flipped back a channel.

"Oh, thank Gaia, Interspecies Habitat." A popular home design show about refitting homes to suit the needs of romantic partners from two very different species? He'd take it. This week's pair were a siren and a yeti, so it ought to be interesting.

(Open common room is open!)

mindofageneration

Well, Riri was still waiting on stuff from MIT. And hoping it wasn't getting shipped back to her mom's place in Chicago, but not wanting to actually check after everything. So, instead of that, she threw herself into the weirdness of this place.

Or just documenting it to confirm or deny things.

This was accomplished after she found a whiteboard stashed away in one of the storage closets. She'd dragged it into one of the common rooms to start writing on, but had banged her finger on a doorway along with way. This was the reason there was a very confused 'TASTES LIKE WHITE CASTLE?' on there next to 'JOURNALIST SQUIRRELS' after sucking on her mashed finger.

Precious newbie. And it hadn't even moved past whimsy yet!

[open!]

thatsmysword

"So what d'you think, Pebbles?"

It had been a bit of a relief to find the stables two days ago. For a moment, Henry had feared that he might have to stall his horse in the dorm hallway, or some other untenable position, and that he would have to defend her from passing onlookers. Yes, she was an unsightly horse in any number of ways, but she'd been good to him the few days he'd had her. He was growing to be quite fond already.

And not just because she was the first horse he'd ever owned. (Did he own her? Or had Sir Radzig meant to loan her to him, and had he now accidentally stolen her? A troubling thought for another day.)

This was the second morning he'd gotten up early to go see her. He'd fed her, and now he was clumsily going over her with a brush, attempting to work away some of the muck she'd picked up on their ride to Ledetchko. "You know they have water that comes out of metal rods in the walls?" he said. "Ah, I suppose that's hardly important to you. Let alone the fancy privy. Must be easy, actually, being a horse. You just do your business as you go along."

He patted her on the neck. Should he use the brush on her mane, or did he need a comb? She tossed her head. Right, then.

"At least now we know we're not dead," he continued. "If we were, God or the Devil would have quite the odd sense of humor, moving us back and forth between this mad place and the bloody Rattay bathhouse, no? I don't think there'd be bathhouses and wine and bathmaids in Hell. Perhaps there should be in Heaven, though."

He swiped clumsily at her mane with the brush. "What would you want for an eternal paradise?" he said. "Just fresh grass and sunny skies? Or do horses dream of, I don't know, apples raining down from the sky and caretakers shaped like carrots so you can take a bite out of 'em any time they draw your ire?"

Pebbles let out a loud neigh.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Henry said, patting her flank again. "Suppose I should watch my own arse then."

[[ open ]]

even_bigger_teeth

There were still peaches in the common room that morning, and fresh ones, too, if Luma's sense of smell was anything to go by (and it usually was a very reliable source). Which meant that she, hair still damp around her shoulders after the shower she took after returning back from some tkme in the woods to get the linger smell of the fish market from class out of her nostrils, and dressed in her faded, yellowing lace nightgown better suited for a girl rather than a young woman in her twenties, was absolutely giddy to discover them.

"Heavenly," she gushed to herself as she plucked the largest one out of the basket on the table, holding it to her nose and breathing in deeply as she sunk down onto one of the sofas. She reveled in it for a few more moments before taking a big bite, the soft and fuzzy flesh tearing away into her mouth all the easier with those sharp teeth of hers, juicing running down her chin that she only bothered to wipe away once it threatened to drip.

And even with the temptation to just devour it right up, she took her time with a happy sigh, before turning her attention to her book.

And likely getting sticky peach juice on the pages.

Sorry, library! Of course it was a borrowed one, too.

[[ sometimes, a scene just gets stuck in your head, you know? Open common room is open! ]]

mustbeawitch

Lydia didn't usually like to do her laundry on Sunday--it was meant to be a day of rest, after all, and even though the machine did all of the work for you now, it was the spirit of the thing, you know? But the dress she'd worn yesterday now smelled strongly of smoke from the bonfire, so she'd been left with no choice and here she was, sorting things and squinting at labels, and thinking about all the things she could be doing with her Sunday instead.

"What do all of the symbols even mean?" she wondered aloud. "Witchcraft is easier to puzzle out."

(Open!)

thatsmysword

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! ]]

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