Floor 2 common room

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::the teeniest bit tipsy, Cally decides that reading alone in her room is no way to spend her friday night::

::unfortunately, despite her misadventures today, doesn't think anyone she really knows isn't preoccupied, so she just heads to the common room... and starts reading again::

Room 118

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

After trying his first pan galactic gargle blaster, Roy finally wanders back into the dorms, drunker than he's ever been in his entire life, and determined to spend this wonderfully strange-feeling time making even more alcohol for future consumption. Because then if he has a hangover in detention he'll have something to help him get over the feeling until detention ends.

Now, Roy isn't a particularly drunken person. He's only a teenager, after all, is not hardly angsty enough or emo enough yet to righteously drown himself in a bottle. Angst, hah! That is a fate to be embraced years from now when he might have done something truly worth angsting over, like fighting an unjust war, or trying to overthrow the government, or something equally embarrassing. Then again Roy plans never to be that depressing. More than drinking alcohol, he likes making alcohol. And the drunker he is, the more likely he is to try and make some now for the next time he decides to get drunk. It always seems to make sense at the time, anyway.

Which is why before passing out on his bed he spends quite a bit of effort combining basic chemistry and complex alchemy to make a liter bottle of raspberry-flavored Everclear in.... just under twenty minutes! He decides it will be a brilliant idea to bring it with him to detention tomorrow. Where everyone can have some! Because alcohol should always be shared.

As he flops down on the bed and starts to drift off, he wonders why there's a giant marshmellow sleeping at the foot of sunny_skyes's bed. But then the giant marshmellow thing might be in his head, being that he is probably even "thrunker than he drinks he is."

Bulletin Boards are Keen!

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

( Tick sticks a message on the first floor bulletin board. )

Best-Laid Plans

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.

Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.

She was going to have to move him. And fast.

"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.

Second Floor Common Area

[brandnew-world.livejournal.com]

Tomoe Hotaru stumbles out of her dorm, looking less than well. She mutters under her breath, clutching at her chest and breathing heavily. She managed to make it to the second floor's common area before passing out on the floor, looking even paler than usual.

(OOC: All I have to say is yay for relapses. XD Kinda ganked from a plot in an NES game called Sailor Moon: Another Story. XD)

[3rd floor] Saturday morning in the common room.

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max sits in the third floor common room, steaming cup of coffee (with saucer) at the ready, large French press and extra cupware nearby. He's got papers spread out on the coffee table in front of him. It looks like a script or something. He's chewing thoughfully on the end of a Sharpie, idly tweaking the safety pin that attaches the earpiece to his frame of his glasses, and staring at an elaborate Venn diagram with various Fandom High student names on it.

Max is working on a play. It'll be a grand, unification theory effort: possibly Rocky Horror, possibly Our Town, and — more than possibly — some kind of meta mash-up between the two. Maybe a little Shrew. He's going to have to think on it.

[ooc: I'm in and out all weekend, but I wanted to put something up. Open to anyone who happens to be in the area, or who is a SERIOUS, SERIOUS actor. (kidding.)]

[fandomhigh] Room 238, early morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

When John wakes up in his room, he's got a slight headache. He moans softly, rubs his eyes and stares up at the ceiling. It feels familiar and yet, not really. His new care bear pillows are soft, but not nearly as nice as Cam's pillows who smell like Archie, who reminds him with Lee but only with curls. He dreamt of lots of girls slapping his ass and groping him which he kinda liked especially that Weir girl but Aeryn will kill him if she finds out and then being brought to the basement. He didn't like the basement and the squid there. The crazy girl gave him a headache.

He sits up in the bed, picks up the telephone and calls Aeryn's voice mail. Afterwards he goes into the bathroom and notices he's less pudgy than he remembers. Deciding it must be all the basketball he's been playing, he heads out of the room 15 minutes laters and wonders down to the gym.

At room 147

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki pauses outside the room of equalsmcsquared. She looks around the hall, thinking maybe it's too early in the morning to bother the biology professor, then slowly reaches up and knocks softly. In the other hand, she's holding a single peach rose in the other hand.

Jiji is pacing at her feet restlessly.

Room 314

[janet_fraiser]

Janet is seen wearing only an oversized United States Air Force t-shirt and stumbling back toward her room in the early, early morning, clutching her head and muttering something about how the next time there's a drunken orgy she better not wake up in bed with only one other person next time there better not be singning.

She slowly gathers her stuff, wincing with every loud noise, and load it on a cart, and as she leaves and locks the room, she tacks the following note up on the door:

Dear Ginny:

Where are you? Why do your pet owls keep bringing mail that explodes? Why do you have pet owls, period?

They filled up your desk and moved onto mine.

Now they're dropping letters on the bed. And I think they want me to pay them.

I'm moving out. There's extra space in 239/240, and it's with most of the other Colorado Springs refugees.

Hope you get back from wherever you are soon and get a nicer roommate. I like you, but I can't handle the owls.

Janet

Room 407: Quick Drink - Manchurian Candidate Project Complete

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*flops down on bed*

There's a bottle of whiskey in the cupboard! Shot glasses in the drawer! Help yourself!

Room 147

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her door is open at a 45-degree angle. She can see out into the hall, but it gives her a bit of privacy.*

*She's trying to decide which flowers to keep and which to burn distribute.*

*As thoughtfull as Bob's were, the pink has to go.*

ROOM 217:::

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

On the floor with a beanbag from her room, Maia sits in the open doorway of room 217 drawing images on a pad of paper.

Dares

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

As part of the dare issued to him by notcalledlizzie, Kawalsky struts out to the courtyard in nothing but a thong and his Air Force dress hat.

*clears his throat and begins to sing*

"Eeeeeevery night in myyyy dreeeeams, I see youuuuuu, I heeeeear you...that is when I knoooow you go oooooon. Faaar across the distaaaance and spaaaaces betweeeeen us...laaa laa laaa laa show yoooou go ooooon..."

*proceeds to sing the rest of My Heart Will Go On, attracting some attention*

*finishes, bows, and then goes back inside before he freezes his.. ass off*


[EDIT: Other dares are in the comments to save everyone from getting multiple dare posts on the comms]

Seen on the second floor...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka says something to someone as she walks through the door of Cameron Mitchell's room, and walks down the hall. Her shoulders are tense. Her eyes are too bright. And anyone who wants to die will talk to her right mother-frelling-now.

At room 217...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River sits on her bed inside the propped-open door to the room, jotting down notes and potential strategems in a college-bound notebook. She's prepared snacks and drinks for hosting, and as soon as everyone interested in the investigation of Hellboy's disappearance arrives they can begin their discussion.

In the gym...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka enters the gym, flips on the lights and checks out the scene. There's a punching bag. It looks a lot like her. She strips down to sweats and a t-shirt and gets down to the serious business of beating the shit out of herself.

And waits for Camulus.

Settling into Room 402

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

Having finally fully moved into the dorm, but without having actually spoken with his room mate, Wesley returns to room 402 at the end of the day, hoping wraithbaitjohn will be there. It would be good to have an idea of who this American he's to be sharing a space with for the duration of his stay at the school really is...

(no subject)

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Has anyone seen John Crichton and/or Cameron Mitchell?

*glares at every girl he passes*

(no subject)

[blueskin-mystiq.livejournal.com]

Mystique stands, stretches, and strolls out of her dorm room, looking around in a bored fashion. She's wearing her preferred usual.

Movie Night, Room 239/240 (OOC: Open door dorm event)

[janet_fraiser]

Janet knocks on the door of Room 213, hoping that Cally was at home.

Saturday night

[can_be_more]

It's been a rough day.

Not wanting to beat things up for once, and not wanting to run into anyone she knows in town (especially since she knows John is there), Aeryn decides to go for a walk on the school grounds.

Suite 239/240 - A Quiet Day

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*Liz wakes up in bed with Janet - again*

*wonders if this is becoming a habit*

*wonders if two times can be counted as a habit*

*has got two papers to do for Speech 301 for Monday*

*realizes that her roommates (as much as she loves them) are distracting*

*heads to the study hall to work on her papers, promising herself that she'll have fun tonight/tomorrow*

*spends all day in the study hall and misses just about everything that's gone on today*

[ooc: Mun has also been out all day, and has returned sopping wet, so is off for a hot bath and a hot toddy. Will try and stay awake later to catch up on the day. Liz'll return to her dorm room when mun returns to her room]

Back on the school campus

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet stands in the darkened school hallway near the cafeteria entrance, thankful that everyone else is out partying somewhere. He stands, arms-crossed, as nonchalantly as he can, with one foot on a small box.*

Meanwhile, in the second floor common room ...

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

Yawning, Jubilee shuffles into the common room holding a bag of popcorn and a gigantic bottle of root beer like a pair of beloved teddy bears. Her hair is sticking up funny, and she's wearing a pair of flannel PJs with rubber chickens on them and purple bunny slippers.

She rubs sleepily at her eyes, even though her inability to go to bed is what's led to her being here, and flops down on one of the couches. She sprawls out on the couch, grabbing the remote for the TV. Stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth, she flips on the TV, only to turn it on in the middle of a nature special on elephants ... currently, their mating habits.

"... EW."

EDIT: And now we're watching Press Your Luck. Yay for bad '70s game shows!

room 227

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

*the door opens and a small robotic dog wanders out into the hallway*

South Attic

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka, half-dragged by Janet, arrives back in her room.

"Make it quick, Janet? Please?"

She desperately needs to be alone again.

Room #141: The Tick vs. Science

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick scurries to his room, carrying a tarp filled with assorted droid parts from Solo's yard sale. After tossing the tarp into the dorm, he tapes a hastily made sign to his door reading "DO NOT DISTURB: TINKERING." With a hearty yell of "FOR SCIENCE!" Tick slams his door (causing a small shockwave, knocking several students aside) and sets to work.

The sounds of a blowtorch, ratchet, hammer, saw, and pain from accidentally misusing any of those tools are a constant distraction. Less frequent but much more distracting is the occasional explosion followed by a shout of "I'm okay!"