*thud* *thud* *thud*

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

A 4' by 4' crate comes thumping down the stairs between the second and third floor.

Room 240

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Is currently occupied by myself and can_be_more but there are two more open beds. I've got bottom bunk and whoever else wants in gets to fight over top bunk and the singles. Men, women, boys and girls welcome. Apply at your own risk.

North Attic home to Paige, Piper and Terra

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

OOC - This is our room and we have rules, you can't post within this room unless one of us (the4thsister, comewillingly or cookinggeek) invites you in, you live here or you knock and wait for one of us to answer or I guess if you're a teacher,. You can leave notes for us though.

Any questions or if you want an invite (if you want to be invited by me you must be either cool, male and cute or into magic)comment

(no subject)

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Hey, pyramid_is_life! veronicamars1, chloe_sullivan and I are heading out for a Girl's Night on the town, wanna come?

Maybe we should ask janet_fraiser too? Sounds like she needs it after this morning...

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan makes her way into room 202, completely forgetting to open the door first, and unloads a smart-looking black traveling bag onto one of the beds. "Well," she says, "I'm unpacked."

With that, she sits down, opens up a good book, and waits for writer_jo to arrive.

(no subject)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

The door to room 201 starts to swing open slowly, and a couple of tiny green furballs go skittering down the hallway at breakneck pace as soon as the opening is wide enough for them. There's a soft bump as the doorknob hits the wall, and out into the hallway steps Anders, wearing an impossibly wide grin, a lampshade on his head, a couple of bleeding red bite marks around his ankles . . . and nothing else.

"I feel too strong to war with mortals -- BRING ME GIANTS!!!"

Grabbing an empty poster tube that's been lying on the floor, he charges down the hallway at full speed, dancing and slashing, swinging the tube with wild abandon in a broad comedy demonstration of How Exactly To Not Fight A Rapier Duel. His wordless battle cry reaches an almost operatic note . . . just as he reaches the wall at the far end of the hallway and meets it headfirst. The lampshade goes flying, the poster tube drops from his nerveless hand, and he keels over unconscious right there on the floor in fine inglorious fashion.

Were anyone in the vicinity to be gifted with supernaturally keen hearing, it's likely they'd hear hysterical high-pitched snickering coming from the corner where two small fuzzy green creatures are excitedly bouncing up and down.

Friday night

[chasingangela]

*Angela slouches along the third-floor hallway and pokes her head into the common room*

I'm so bored. Does anyone want to risk the cafeteria with me, and then maybe try to find something fun to do?

(no subject)

[swerval_zero]

Notice posted on dorm bulletin board

WANTED
Brave individuals to help me get my squalling stuff back
from the scrufling furwads in the first floor common room.
Meet at room 220 at ten o'clock if you're willing to help.
(By help, I mean lay down cover fire or go in with me.)
Those willing to do violence preferred.
Weapons a definite plus.

EDIT: Right. *tightens laces on her combat boots* We've waited long enough. It's game time.

*kicks open common room doors* Gabba gabba hey.

Wanting to live off campus?

[lauraholt.livejournal.com]

(I hope this is okay to put up here)

If anyone needs a room or wants to move off campus, I'm living in a fair-sized townhouse and in desperate need for someone to share with. Preferably someone who can cook beyond toasted sandwiches.

Medical Emergency!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After she quickly changed out of her now-smokey suit, and making sure Sun had the flamethrower in hand, Parker bolted down the stairs for the clinic.

"Doctor? Nurse? Anybody?" she called, knocking on the door. There were only dim lights on, but maybe someone was there.

"Hey, two students have been bit by those stupid green gremlins, they're both in Room 201. One of them's, uh, pretty far gone. Hank's taking care of them. He seems to know what he's doing."

She pounded on the door again, hoping someone was there. If not, she was going to have to go look for Principal Connor.

After five minutes of wandering, knocking, and shouting:

"Screw it. I'm going back up to Anders' room. At least he's entertaining."

Parker leaves a note with details on the medical emergency, and heads back to the dorm.

(no subject)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*groggy blink*

*sits up*

*slowly starts to process that there are far too many people in this room*

Oh my GODS, what in hell is going on in my room?

*long pause as realization sets in*

Do I even wanna know why I'm NAKED? And why that girl is stripping?

Current Dorm Listings - By Floor & By Name, Also Announcements

[miss-thomasina.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I do not mean to invade sueofthecamels' purview with this post. It simply seemed like it needed to be done - a specific request was made over on OOC. Also, I am not doing this in character. Please pretend this has been posted by some administrative drone from the Office of Residential Affairs. Probably featuring a really short skirt and really red lipstick. Cheers.]

( Room Listings By Floor )

( Room Listings By Name )

Below is the list of students we have heard nothing from in regards to housing. Please, please, please let us know as soon as you know what it is you're planning to do about this. I promise you: sleeping in the common room for the rest of the year is not a good idea.


blueskin_mystiq
missromana
prue_h
youngest_sister

(no subject)

[swerval_zero]

*knocks on the door to the East Attic, but gets no answer*

( Note )

Attention, everyone. The first floor Common Room is now safe for humanity.

Edit: (OOC: I love you all.)

(no subject)

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John lies on his bed in his dorm room, looking up at the ceiling as he listens to the commotion above his head from all of the other students. He wishes he could just go upstairs and meet people like a normal kid, but he's not like everybody else, and --

There's a strange scratching sound at his door, and John glares over at it. "What the hell ..."

Getting to his feet, John grabs a cricket bat from beside his bed -- much better for smacking away gremlins, he's learned -- and stalks over to the door, ready to fling it open and slam the squealing gremlin he suspects is on the other side into the next nearest dimension.

Instead, he flings open to the door only to be confronted with this ... ( ... staring back at him. )

Except it's bright purple and has tiny little dragonfly wings.

It looks up at John and chirps, leading John to furrow his brow and say, "Huh. That's new."

The creature -- which John supposes has been scared out of the common room or some other part of the dorm during this evening's chaos -- lets loose with another chirp before scaling his legs and climbing up to his chest. It clings to him like a stuffed animal with suction cup hands to a car's back window and starts to purr.

John grimaces. Okay, this is definitely not his idea of a pet. A Doberman or a German shepherd, sure. But not ... this. He looks down at its neck and spots a collar. All it says on it is the word PUMPKIN.

A collar? Well, then, it must be somebody's pet. Steeling himself, John resolves to go door-to-door until he finds out who the hell owns the annoyingly cute little bastard.