West Attic Room

[littleluck.livejournal.com]

*Domino starts lugging in her stuff. It's quite obvious to anyone watching that the overwhelming majority of said stuff is various shades of purple. In fact, except for a few odds and ends, everything in her possession is either purple or black.*

Attic room. Cool.

*She looks around a bit before she starts unpacking all her crap.*

*POSTED*

[yuuko-sama.livejournal.com]

*posted on the BB in the main dorm lobby*

MISSING


HAVE YOU SEEN THIS...



...uhm...







HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?





Small long-eared (flying) mammal. Black, furry, answers to the name of "Modoki". Has a large blue stone in the middle of its forehead, and usually only says, "Puu" unless it is personally acquainted with you. May be in the presence of an identical creature that is white with a red stone.


Possible Reward. Contact Yuuko in room #666.

Room 220

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty knocks gently on door, sunglasses donned to hide shiner he got from fighting with a tree.

"I couldn't find any croquet mallets."

Hands swerval_zero a neon colored sledgehammer.

"I think you'll do more damage with this anyway. Oh. And this is always good in a pinch."

Hands her a ballpoint pen from some kind of insurance company.

"Sorry, for the racket."

Marty slumps off into room 212 and barricades the door.

Open to 3rd floor of dorms [300 block?]

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

If someone has VISION, or super-VISION, or REALLY STRONG GLASSES, or is just mildly observant, will you please come to room 309 and help me find my second-string glasses? I can find my laptop (obviously) and I managed to secure my bed for a couple hours of sleep last night, but I'm going to miss all my classes today if I can't see.

My favorite pair of glasses were busted by the reactionary coozebag psychobitch (who couldn't take a joke gracefully) yesterday. It took me two hours to get back to my room. (Thanks for the help, dorm mates.) I'm not even sure I'm going to be able to find the clinic.

Room 217

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus walks through the dorm room hallways. He hums a children's lullabye underneath his breath. It sure as heck sounds like he's singing it jauntily, but something about the look in his eyes gives it a chilling air.

He nods and smiles at his fellow students as he passes. He doesn't stop to talk, though, he's got things to do. Still, he makes note of who smiles back, who ignores him, and who makes eye contact and shows their fangs - literally or metaphorically.

Finally he stops. He's right outside of room 217. The door is closed, just as he timed it.

He takes out a single blood-red rose. He holds it up to the door. He takes out a small, wickedly sharp dagger. With one swift movement he impales the rose to the doorway, holding it in place.

He steps back and admires his handiwork.

Then, before anyone who might be inside can open the door, he walks back down the hallway.

Oh sure he could've left a note to say who it was for, but that would've been telling.

Angelus puts his hands in his pockets, keeps walking, and whistles as he goes.

Room (?)

[best-bang-yet.livejournal.com]

Heeeey Bender.

*Struts into the room*

Check out the message Principal Connor left me.

"If you're trying to get detention this weekend, kid, you're succeeding admirably towards your goal.

Also, wishing two-headed babies on any woman is cruel. Don't make me shoot you in the kneecaps."

*leans back*

Oh yeah, she digs me.

[Locked to all except female students who volunteered to help...]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

... or now want to help me get revenge on Crichton for that stunt he pulled yesterday.

I know I got him back by telling Sun he was a virgin, and I got to pop him in the nose, but he still says he's not sorry.

I think there is a line that John-Boy needs to learn can not be crossed with out repercussions.

So. If you wanna help-- speak up now.

Yes, you'll get recompensed. Chocolate, shoes, computer parts, whatever-the-hell, I've got the resources.

Nothing permanently scarring except to his psyche and dignity.

Preference given to any plans where he ends up dangling from a cliff, screaming for his Daddy!

Contact me here.

( OOC: )

Special Delivery

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

There is a box resting outside courier_gavin's room. It has his name clearly written across it and an additional tag that notes that it will explode if not opened by the addressee.

The South Attic - Here Be Blondes

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto storms into the attic, slamming the door behind her. Seeing that neither of her roommates were around she feels secure in letting out a scream of frustration.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She starts pacing and talking to herself.

"You need to focus Callisto. You're here for vengeance, and because you have no choice in the matter. Not to try and chat up cute, angsty guys with bad singing voices and excellent haircare knowledge. Especially as you have money riding on him sleeping with Crichton as soon as possible. You know what you have to do.

"Take a shower." She yanks off her boots. "A nice..."

Knee guards.

"...long..."

Vambraces.

"...freezing cold shower." She finishes, stalking towards the attic's bathroom, unlacing her amour as she goes. "I wonder if Beka will mind me borrowing her de-tangling shampoo..."

Outside Room 227

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::knocks on door::

Winry? I'd like to talk with you about that garage you found. We need to begin cleaning and equiping it if we're going to open it anytime soon.

(no subject)

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, deciding that the weather outside is quite hot and humid and not trusting the local fauna to provide adequate shelter for Binky, DEATH brings him inside to wait out the heat in the Common Room while he heads off to class.

Since Binky is quite alive and not acting as DEATH's horse in an official capacity at the moment, the great white horse is visible by all.*

Room 226

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

It's early morning when Cameron stumbles through the corridors, heading towards his room and hoping Sparky didn't notice his absence. His clothes are crumpled, looking very much like he slept in them. Still, he appears to be in a rather good mood.

In which Sora finds a walking marshmallow outside the dorms

[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

( Cut because I got wordy and bored at work and I didn't wanna flood people's Flists and whatnot )

[ OOC: Any feel free to join in since they're right outside.]

OOC

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

Recent post from sueofthecamels about dorm rooms reminded me...

I haven't posted House's living arrangement.

I considered putting him in the dorm, but decided against it. Since he doesn't like people, dorm living would only make him more grumpy and irritable.

Therefore, he has an apartment behind the clinic. I'm going to say it has a door to the main hallway, can be accessed through the clinic,a nd there is an outside door.

Not that it matters because very few, if anyone, will ever be invited to House's place, but he has three rooms. A bedroom, living area/office, and kitchen. Plus a handicapped equipped bathroom, because, well. That is, in my mind, the one area he can not gloss over his disability. With the potential for slick floors and such, he relents to the bars for assistance.

(no subject)

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna staomps into the common room, her sword drawn and a rather deadly glint in her eye.

"Does anyone here know how to use a sword? And is willing to spar?"

Disturbance in 213

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

FRAK!

::out of the door of 213 flies a flaming metal object. It thumps against the wall, bounces to the ground, and spins a little, smoking heavily::

Motherfrakker!

::Cally runs out of her room, with a blanket, and begins smothering the flaming object, putting out the flames::

I can't believe this... not another one.

::She picks up and holds the blanket, revealing that the formerly flaming object is yet another dead toaster, the next victim of the Toaster Killer::

Frak! All I wanted was some frakking toast!

(no subject)

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her door is open so students can speak to her if they wish.*

*She is in a better mood. And breaking a personal rule.*

*Mmm...martinis.*

The second-floor corridor.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River Tam slowly, carefully makes her way, step by careful step, as though she's made of glass, along the length of the corridor between Parker's room and her own. Her eyes are focussed on something far far away, her lips are thinned with concentration, her face is pale, and her expression is determined.

One step, then the next, then the next...

[ OOC: joan_not_jane? If you're going to interfere with River's plan, now would definitely be the time to do it... ]

Posted on all Bulletin Boards:

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

MISSING:

ROOMMATE - Hermione Granger, 5'4"-ish, *picture attached*

LAST SEEN - In the school library, on Sept. 6th.

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION REGARDING HER DISAPPEARANCE, OR THE POSSIBILITY OF A CURSE/ENCHANTMENT/WORMHOLE-LIKE ENERGY FIELD IN THE LIBRARY, PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE HERE OR CONTACT ROOM 507.

Room 302

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Low, mournful moans start to seep from behind the door, gradually building up into full-fledged screams of terror and rage and pain. Loud thumps, like furniture being shoved over or around, begin soon after the screams reach full volume.

[South Attic] Waiting For Beka

[thedarkchylde.livejournal.com]

Illyana was sitting on her bed twirling her sword. She had been thinking about the two notes that James had written her and the confusion over this when she had seen her roommate's request for help. At first she had been annoyed that Beka hadn't just come to her, but then in a rare moment of lucidity, she remembered that she hadn't really told either of her roommates much about herself. That was something she would have to rectify with both of them.



( OOC )

(no subject)

[sueofthecamels.livejournal.com]

OOC I have update the dorm list.

I think there are a couple I've missed, and I promise I'll get them tomorrow, but my vision has started blurring so I'm going to bed now.

Settling in

[princenolonger.livejournal.com]

Bruce carried the last of his boxes into room 604, shutting the door behind him with his foot. Stacking the boxes carefully, he dusted his head and surveyed the room. After making sure everything was to his liking (and completely bug free) he set to work.

One full computer-laden and black-coloured dorm room later, Bruce sat down on his couch and pulled out the last object. After polishing it he grabbed his nails and hammer and stepped out into the hall.
Loud, bangs echoed through the hallway as Bruce nailed the metal plate to the door. After making sure it was straight, he stood back to look at it.
( The plate )

Bruce nodded and stepped back inside. After a second's pause, he went over to his desk and pulled out a marker and paper.

He leaned out into the hallway again and ( stuck the paper to the door. )

Satisfied, Bruce went back into his room, cooked an instant noodle cup, sank into the couch and turned on Pulp Fiction.

( ETA )

(no subject)

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

*pounds down the stairs of the dorm, and runs into the common room*

There's something wrong with Hank! I need some help, preferably someone LARGE enough to help me subdue him!

(no subject)

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*A computer print-out picture is tacked anonymously to the main dormitory bulletin board. It appears to have been stabbed several times by a small knife of some sort.*


( The picture. )