Reconnaissance - 2nd Floor

[littleluck.livejournal.com]

Bored of hanging out in the attic, staring at her text boos, Dom wanders down to the second floor, because everything interesting seems to happen there, She sees the notice stuck near one of the doors. She stops to decipher the scrawl.

"You know, that'd come down a lot faster with the proper application of a little dynamite."

While standing there, she steals one of the frightening fliers that are scattered throughout the building for use as a target tomorrow.

Room 216

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue, supporting a very drunk and half-passed out Cally, somehow makes it into the dorms without incident. The noise coming from the demolition down the hall is deafening, but even it does little to rouse the other girl. Rogue rummages through Cally's pockets, and finally pulls out a key. She sticks it into the lock of room 216--where she is told Cally lives. It doesn't fit.

"What the hell?" she mutters, letting Cally slip to the floor, giggling drunkenly. "Why won't this fricking key work?" Frustrated, she finally throws the keys on the ground, and attempts to pick the lock with--what else? a hairpin and a pocketknife. "At least Pyro's good for something up there." Her denim jacket slips off one shoulder, revealing more of the nightie she wore to the slumber party.

Room 203

[names-cotton.livejournal.com]

Cotton gives up the search for psycho_jackass. He can just deal with the weird mutations or whatever else happens because of the drugs.

He walks into his room 203. He's not seen his roommate banikslaveboy yet, so he just dumps his bags in a corner and collapses on one of the empty beds. The rest of the arrangements will sort them self out he supposed.

The parrot flew up to the curtain rod and promply fell asleep as well.

Head sore, eyes sore, throat raw ROOM 217

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*Maia rolled over in her bed, every muscle in her body was aching, her throat hurt, her eyes still seemed to blur with tears*

How- oh Phoebe brought me back.. *everything comes rushing back to Maia like a nightmare*

that weird girl has a death wish.

"you made me step on your face"

"HE GOING TO KILL US"


Everything played in Maias head like the script from a movie.. am I dreaming this? one movement of her arms told her she hadnt. damn,, *winces* did she have to grip me so roughly *winces*

Phoebe is supposed to come today... So glad Biology is canceled. Happy Birthday equalsmcsquared Phoebe is coming, I need to pull myself together. Oh GOD that girl.. that girl I hit last night, I dont even know if she is hurt or not. my mom's gonna kill me...

Tacked to the doors of 502 and 606

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Chihaya, Subaru, and Yukito -
(positive_angel, sumeragi_13, moonstruck_yuki)

I'm thinking about heading into town this afternoon or tonight, after 3M class - maybe check out one of the bookstores. Anyone interested in coming along?

-Kiki


( OOC: )

Seen on the Bulletin Boards

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

A notice:

Professor Beeblebrox's Bondage Space Pirate Assignment got you down?

The Millennium Falcon, a extra-atmosphere ship used for extra-legal activities, is having a sale on Saturday. Come just east of the junkyard for real spacer clothing, various spacing bondage gear tie-downs and securing straps and other junk useful items.

Sale starts 0800 Saturday morning and lasts until we run out of stuff.

Holoporn available only by special request. I have several featuring Corellian space pirates and beautiful sentients.

Open Door

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom sits at his desk in his dorm room, scratching out a birthday card to Sara.

Happy Birthday. From - Grissom.
Happy Thirty-...ummm, shit.
Sorry about almost getting you blown up yesterday. Happy Birthday, Gil
Merriest of...

He takes off his glasses, and throws the paper in the trash. His door is open for students to stop by.

Busted

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor returned to his dorm room in the afternoon after his trip to the police station and meeting up with BFF!!! Angelus. He found a rolled parchment lying on his bed, unrolled it, and read.

Belthazor --

Your recent behavior has not gone unnoticed.

You were sent to this school to learn discipline and how to fit in with humans. Yet I find you are consorting with vampires and paying more attention to females than schoolwork. As soon as you are done with your classes for the day, you are ordered to return to the Brotherhood and explain yourself.

Raynor


Oh, fuck.

How did he....?

Belthazor gathered up his history and advanced tactics negotiations books and glumly started to head to class. As he stepped out into the hallway, the movement of his shadow caught his eye.

"Son of a bitch. It was you, wasn't it?"

He conjured a flaming ball of death and hurled it at the floor, then started to storm pissily to history class.



[OOC: Mun will be away shooting people for the weekend as of this evening. I am *so* going into crack withdrawals.]

Hiding in the Bushes

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky sits outside the slumber party with cameronmitchell, leeadama and the pizza they picked up on the way. They are all listening in to the conversation going on inside, because girlcrichton is wearing a wire.

*eats pizza*

At the entrance to the Underworld-- uh, basement of Fandom High.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is checking her watch, looking at the door, and tapping a flashlight against her hip. She's also carrying flares, her lighter, holy water (as she's taken to doing this week) and some extra ration bars.

She hopes this won't take long, but she's prepared in case she's wrong.

As soon as Rogue gets there, they're going off to find the Psych Professor.

Visit to Room #217

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe hadn't slept very well the night before. She had had more of those dreams and she kept repeating some of Maia's words She had gone to class and seen Jake and met Chihaya. It had helped to talk to someone that weren't angry at her or wanted her for something. She had looked around for Jayne but hadn't seen him.

She had left and found out about the courses that were now being offered in Celtic Languages and had signed up for Independent Study in it. Thanks the gods for Independent Study offerings. They allowed her to get grades in the course, but also were flexible for her job as The Assistant. Also, Independent Study would give her a chance to ask him some questions.

She put her books back in her room and then went downstairs to see Maia. She looked around to make sure no one was waiting to leap out at her and then knocked on the door.

Friday Morning Dorm Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Left in the school common area for Londo Molari (londo_m).

( For Londo: )

Left at the doors of the following people: Kiki (kikidelivers), Miss Elphaba (e_verdigris), Susan Ivanova (suzotchka, Rogue (marieann_d), Lee Adama leeadama, John Crichton (whitedeathpod), Cameron Mitchell (cameronmitchell), Jo March (writer_jo), Wednesday Addams (addams_daughter), Westley (_farmboy_), Callisto (psycho_barbie), and Kara Thrace (pyramid_is_life) --

( For each of them: )

Delivered to the East Attic, attention Rogue (marieann_d):

( For Rogue: )

Delivered to room 147, attention Sara Sidle (equalsmcsquared):

( For Ms. Sidle: )

Delivered to room 314, attention Janet Fraiser (janet_fraiser):

( For Janet: )

Delivered to the following people: Zero Hopeless-Savage (swerval_zero), room 220; Janet Fraiser (janet_fraiser), room 314; Faith Lehane (_gottahavefaith), room 404; Jaye Tyler (fates_jaye), room 417; and Elizabeth Swann (lizzy_turner), room 503:

( For each person: )

Delivered to room 216, attention Lee Adama (leeadama):

( For Lee: )

Delivered to room 147, attention Sara Sidle (equalsmcsquared):

( For Ms. Sidle: )

Please note that Jack's Rose Shoppe will be closed for the weekend, as the owner will be out of town. We will attempt to deliver orders placed before 5:00 EST today. You may still leave orders at the store with your credit card number, and they will be delivered Sunday evening.

LOCKED EMAIL TO: My Fellow Conspirators in Operation MC

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Phase 1 has been completed.

Team 2, take note of interactions noted during the above with the Psych Professor-- and do not let anyone be left alone with her.

Phase 2 is a go. Team Member Weir? Your entrance. At your discretion.

Teams 1 & 2, stand by for confirmation of Phase 3.

ETA of Phase 3 of Operations: Approximately 3 hours _{Real Time} from now.


_{*Parker has possibly spent too much time with her father's Cleaner and Sweeper teams*}

(no subject)

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred walked down the hallway, mumbling something about law and physics. She had her hair in braided pigtails, and it was swinging as she walked.

Missing Boyfriend

[theboobs-summer.livejournal.com]

Summer walks down the hall, she's extremely distraught. Seth and Ryan have both disappeared, and she has no idea what happened to them. She takes in a few breaths and looks around, wondering if anyone has heard from them. She's not in her usual bitchy attitude either, she is definitely very worried.

What does it all mean?

[best-bang-yet.livejournal.com]

After a long night, Zaphod wakes up with a notice taped directly to his left head.

Beeblebrox-

You have a package in the front office.

"Not signed. That’s not ominous by a longshot."

Zaphod goes down to front office, where the attendant is also clueless as to who sent said package.

*shrugs*

"Well, then it’s probably just a bomb. No worries. Or maybe a severed foot. Some of my stalkers have crazy senses of humor."

As he opens the package., Zaphod’s eyes open wide in fear.

"SHIT! IT’S AN-"

HONESTLY, WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?!

"-S...E...P*. Egads! What am I doing with my life?"

*runs off to counseling*

[OOC: S.E.P: Sudden Epiphany Projectile. Chemical warfare of the deadliest sort. The bomb goes off, and instead of incinerating or poisoning, it causes all the effected to have instant, soul-searching realizations. But don’t worry; it goes away after an hour :) The radius of the bomb is three mile, so that pretty much covers the entire dorm, and a bit of the town. Aka: Whoever wants to play.

See also: Zaphod’s mun looking for an excuse to get him to counseling.]

*Heads towards Crichton's room....*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hey, John

*leans against the doorframe*

I missed the game last night... don't suppose you could tell me about it?

*is wearing a more revealing top than usual*

FILTERED TO AERYN, PARKER, THRACE, JANET, CARTER, EIGHTH, VALA, DIERDRE AND ELIZABETH

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

( If your name isn't listed, you damned well better not read this )

(no subject)

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack wakes up from a drug-induced stupor, sees the pictures of himself, and falls over in a dead faint.

Suite 239/240 *locked to conspirators*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*whitedeathpod is asleep in notcalledlizzie's bed*

*calls and leaves messages for Parker and all the co-conspirators*

Inside Room 213

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan, staring over at the lump on her bed in annoyance, shakes her head before poking her roommate again. "Cally! Cally, I want my bed back! Or at least move over so I can get out of here!" She sniffs at the air and rolls her eyes, muttering, "You are so drunk. I'm gonna make you regret this sooner or later. UP!"

Cally doesn't move, and Joan sighs. "This is what I get for taking the bottom bunk," she mutters to herself. "My roommate collapsing on me in the middle of the night."

Afternoon Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to room 147, attention Sara Sidle (equalsmcsquared):

*the deliveryman grumbles about "why doesn't she just move to the store?"*

( For Ms. Sidle: )

Delivered to South Attic, one bouquet each for Beka Valentine (valentine_tart and Callisto (psycho_barbie):

( For Beka and Callisto: )

Delivered to the East Attic, attention Phoebe Halliwell (future_visions):

( For Phoebe: )

Delivered to the North Attic, attention Piper Halliwell (cookinggeek):

( For Piper: )

Colorado Springs Survivors Meeting

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

[Filtered to aka_vala, carter_i_am, janet_fraiser, kawalsky, notcalledlizzie, the_ascended, and wraithbaitjohn]

Suite 239/240 now open for bussiness! First annual meeting of the Colorado Refugee's has now come to order!

[OOC: *Mun reigns in OCD and tries not to make seperate threads for Turth or Dare, Blackmail, I Never and the like...* ]

[OOC: Failed.]

Subtlety... Or Lack Thereof

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Adorable, innocent, slightly still hung-over Cally, freshly showered and changed, is wandering the halls, looking for any sort of activity that might be associated with the super-secret revenge plan her roomate just told her about::

::Cally, just wanting to fit in a bit better, is trying to find someone to help out::

::the problem lies in the fact she's wandering the halls, very much looking like she's trying not to be looking like she's looking for someone::

::in other words, having all the subtlety of a ninja wearing neon-pink in Alaska::

Room 228

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica enters her dorm room and is thankful that Chloe isn't home at the moment. She needs some alone time to process everything that has happened.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she realizes that she looks terrible and decides to take a shower to relax.

***

Twenty minutes later, she is comfortably ensconced in her most comfortable pajama pants and a tank top, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She sits on her bed and stares into space. There are too many thoughts going through her head right now for her to make sense of anything.



[OOC: Veronica is extremely depressed/out of sorts and would love some company. At least until its time for her part in the revenge scenario :)]

Outside, Parker establishes an alibi.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

She's been in plain sight most of this evening, smoking just off-campus, sitting on her Porsche, but with a straight-line of view to the dorms, the school, and the playing fields.

She's got her phone on her, in case of emergency.

Aside from one strafing run through the dorms to help out when directions got confused to the basement, she's been here all night.

Operation Manchurian Candidate is, so far as she's heard, a success.

She starts making a list of presents for everyone who participated.

And smokes another cigarette.

*entering the dorms*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from Mitchell's Egypt Anthropology class]

*Elizabeth, along with Joan and Beka are half-carrying, half-dragging an unconcious (drooling and snoring Cameron Mitchell) into the building*

He's heavier than he looks


ETA: We're heading towards the basement, to see Drusilla

[ooc: Feel free to help with the transport. Or just take pictures. Or smack him on the ass]

Outside John's room....

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker waits for the crew to return.

She is fairly damn happy.

Room 147

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her door is open so students may come to her for assistance. Unless said student is a vampire, then the student must ask first before entering.*

*Yes, that is the feared physics/biology/geology teacher sitting in the middle of her floor, painting her toenails. There is a girl beneath that exterior somewhere.*

[ooc: Here for about an hour or so, then slowtime after that.]

A Special Note to Illyana

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer stared at the picture he had snapped of Illyana one day, just passing by, she must've been rather tired to not notice him there. She was beautiful, oh God, beautiful didn't even describe her at that particular moment.

( Photo slipped under South Attic. )

The South Attic: The Morning After the Night Before

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Early morning sunlight slid gently through the eastern window of the South Attic, striking an extremely hungover Callisto with the force of a sledgehammer. Squinting against the blazing glare she sat up with a groan.

During the blinding, strobing headache that followed Callisto remembered lingerie.

...and back-rubs.

...and sex, lots of sex.

...and definitely far, far, far too much booze.

A lark fluttered down onto the open windowsill and burst into joyful song. Approximately five seconds later the dagger Callisto kept by her bedside flew through the air and silenced it. Unfortunately, throwing the dagger caused Callisto to overbalance, and she slid off the bed, landing on the floor with a ungainly thud. Flinging an arm over her eyes, she attempted to get back to sleep.

Sprawled out on the floor, Callisto slowly became aware of a dull rhythmic thudding below that provided a counterpoint to the sharp rhythmic throbbing in her head.

"Who the frell does construction work at this hour!?!"

The Basement

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*Liz, Cam and the ecclectic group who've joined in have reached....

THE BASEMENT

Dun Dun Duuuuuun!!!

*hesitantly looks for the squid and/or Drusilla*

Part the TWO

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

[Filtered to aka_vala, carter_i_am, janet_fraiser, kawalsky, notcalledlizzie, the_ascended, and wraithbaitjohn]

Suite 239/240 now open for bussiness! First annual meeting of the Colorado Refugee's has now come to order!

TRUTH OR DARE

(no subject)

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*is groggy*

*slowly wakes up from his drugged state*

*slurs*

S'not my room.

*wrist is sore and heavy*

When did I become a Village Person?

*blinks and is attacked by SHOES of all kinds*

Not my room! Where the hell am I?

*looks down*

And only in my Superman boxers! Is this like that movie Deliverance?

*boxers jostle and THEN EXPLODE burning VERY important parts!*

*screams like a girl and fans rapidly burning rear end*

*staggers to feet and staggers out of the Room of Shoes OMG*

My head hurts. I need help.

*whines*

[OOC: As requested, awake and disoriented and half naked]