Down the second-floor corridor of the dorms...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River sprints, her feet pounding against the carpeted floor. She clutches a crumpled paper bag in one hand, dodging around any who stand in the hall with alacrity. "Move! Get out of the way! There's something outside and it's nearly got Chiana!"

(continued here)

Inside Room 213... (open thread)

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Joan is staring at the ceiling from her perch on the floor, boredom evident on her face. She could be out socializing or whatever her parents wanted her to do when they sent her here, but it looked like if you weren't into drinking or old 70s game shows you were pretty much out of luck tonight. Alanna was gonna show up soon, though, with chocolate and cards.

And after a week living in a town with no grocery store, Joan wanted the chocolate almost as bad as she wanted some sort of amusement that didn't involve alcohol or polyester.

"Come on, Alanna," she muttered to herself quietly. "I'm so bored!"

On the Maru

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka took a quick look around to make sure no one had stowed away before tonight. She didn't want company.

She hurt still, but her nanobots were already at work on the wounds. In a day or two, she'd be good as new. In another three or four, she'd come back and kick Camulus's ass. Just for fun. And then maybe they'd finish what they started.

Maybe she'd get into more wars with Sheppard. Because while the fallout sucked and Cam got hurt, that was fun too. She'd get coffee with Dr. Carter, have a blast with her Journalism and Egyptian Archaelogy and Diplomacy homework, find some kind of scheme with Vala, and Chiana if Chiana forgave her for her part in screwing with Crichton's head.

But for a few days, she needed to be out there. In the black. See some stars, dodge some Nietsczheans, make a few scores. It was the best thing.

As she slid into slipstream transit, she smiled. It was good to be home.

(no subject)

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover received a report from the police in town about some goings ons that might affect the campus.*

*after he returned the phone call, decided to do a patrol of the grounds with a roll by of the basement*

*a student attacked in town was not a good thing.*

*safety has been compromised.*

*rover was not happy.*

*rolling, he started to search.*





((ooc: *rover would appreciate tips, links or commentary to help.*

*brief interaction, slipping notes under his office door or on his answering machine*))

Flying Free

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

[Saturday Evening, just on twilight]

Harry doesn't know what the rules are about broomsticks and flying. He thinks he should probably check the rules again. Then again, what kinds of prohibitions could there be as long as he's not dropping things on other students?

The restlessness in him is like a nagging ache. Studies all week, no Quidditch, and neither Ron nor Hermione around to hang out with. He didn't realise how integral his friends had become to him in those six years at Hogwarts and he misses them. So he takes his broom from his luggage and heads outside to the courtyard, ignoring the other students.

He kicks off, and suddenly the world is below him, his glasses are pushed back up his nose by the force of the wind and his knuckles are freezing.

And he loves it.

Basement: Sometime Sunday morning.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce strolled quickly down the stairs to the basement, kicking an idle gremlin or two out of her way. She felt awful - she'd meant to come downstairs and keep Oz company during his laying-in, but had gotten so caught up in her conversation with Red that she didn't get back to campus.

"Hey Oz, are you.." her voice trailed off as she surveyed the ruins of the wall. Her face paled as she rounded the corner and saw the full extent of the damage and the meaning of the damage filtered into her brain.

Ignoring little things like common sense and personal safety, she ran forward, looking for .. bodies, blood, anything. "Oz! OZ! Are you in here? FUCK, man! WAKE UP!"

Finding him not at home was no comfort, considering it meant he'd been loose and was outside somewhere, probably with no clothes. Quickly snatching any boy-type clothing laying around, she turned and bolted back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Werewolf Hunt - Sunday Morning - Consolidated and Moved

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

( Werewolf Hunt Continued )

Splashdown

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

The problem with using one of the keys to commute home was that there was no way to control where the key brought you back. Sure there was a chance that you'd end up in the same place that you'd originally left from, but there was also a chance that you'd end up two rooms over, on a different floor, trapped inside of Principal Connor's filing cabinet, face to face with the enraged leftovers of Wednesday's Meatloaf Surprise, or worse.

In Angelus's case it dropped him off by the indoor pool.

Specifically twenty feet above the indoor pool.

Angelus could be heard to say "Oh sh-" before there was a loud splash.

Fortunately not needing to breathe removed one problem from the equation of trying to right himself, get oriented, deal with the tangle that his clothes had suddenly become, and then get to the edge of the pool. He pulled himself out, carefully cradling a package that had originally been safe inside of a grocery bag, but the paper bag had turned into a sodden mess.

He bundled the bag and its inventory into a makeshift sling made from his coat, then squished his way back to the fourth floor.

How To Survive Fandom High

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Having totally slacked off from Quantum Physics homework, Cally peeks out in the floor 2 hallway, makes sure no one is around, and sneaks down to the bulletin board using her usual Neon-Pink Alaskan Ninja skills::

::she quickly sticks a piece of paper onto the board, and hurries back to her room, hoping no one saw her. The paper reads as follows::
( How to Survive Fandom High )

Floor 2 Common Room

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*sitting in the middle of the common room at a table, Maia takes the last card out of the deck she was using and placed it at the top of her card castle. Leaning back Maia admires her handywork and gets out another deck of cards to make a second castle.*

*wanders over and looks at the notice about weapons from the principal, shrugs and walks back over to the card castle*

Next thing you know they will take away cross necklaces and holy water

Rover on patrol...still

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover on patrol.*

*skirting the edges of campus looking for werewolf activity.*

*litter on the ground.*

*rover disapproves of litter.*

*shows disrespect for the environment.*

*conscientous rover rolls over to get rid of it.*

*the masthead catches his attention.*

*rover deems this important.*

*he rolls over it.*

*it disappears.*

*it reappears in his office drawer.*

*rover rolls along back to his office to read his new newspaper.*

Rooms for Rent

[fh_jackass]

Logan posts a flyer on the bulletin boards.

Rooms for rent.
Tired of living under the rules on-campus? Two bedrooms available in spacious off-campus housing. Pool, cable, high-speed Internet, and maid service included. Must be cool. You break anything, I break you. Contact Logan Echolls via cell phone if interested.

Pictures attached.

ROOM 217:::

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

The room is light only with candles, there is no sign of River as Maia opens the door.

Vaguely heard through dorm walls Sunday evening

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

Julian returns from having dutifully turned in his guns as ordered. He calmly walks down the hall and calmly closes the door of 209 behind him.

Muffled swearwords in multiple languages (the most prevalent being English, Russian, and oddly, Irish Gaelic) can be heard for quite some time.

It might be safe to try and cheer him up, given that his guns are gone.

Or it might not.

Second Floor: Hallway

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Cally, having given up entirely on her Quantum Physics homework, grabs the latest book she's been reading, this time a collection of Edgar Allen Poe, and wanders into the hallway. She wanders down to see what has happened to her list that she posted::

::reads the scribbled "only if you actually want a relationship. loser", and pouts::

::wanders back to her room door, and just sits down in the hallway in front of it. She hopes someone will come and ask her to homecoming that someone will eventually wander by to chat::

::Until then, she flips to "The Pit and the Pendulum" and begins reading::

At the firing range...

[can_be_more]

Aeryn has spent the entire day at the firing range.

If they're taking away her weapon, then she is NEVER FRELLING LEAVING.

Occasionally people can hear her complaining about the squid, the werewolves, the general lawlessness of the place, along with worries about polar bears, and anyone who passes by could probably feel their vocabulary adding new and interesting words, some spoken entirely in Sebacean.

Sunday Night - Basement

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Hanging up her cell after a somewhat enlightening conversation, Duce is restless.

Throwing on her jacket, she decides to do her new roommate a favour. Grabbing her largest duffle bag, she heads down to the basement of the dorm to start collecting Oz's belongings.

A pensive look on her face, she doesn't really seem to be paying attention to what she's doing.

[Edit: a couple hours later]

Hearing the sounds of the wolves baying again, Duce makes a face. "Shit. Guess I won't be going home tonight."

(no subject)

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits in his room.

( He keeps looking at the packet in his hands. )

Sixth Floor drama [open to anyone]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan Crane sat at his desk, trying to perfect the fear toxin. He had been experimenting on his rats, but it was difficult to see whether the effects were from the toxin itself or something else. He ran out in the hallway with the toxin, intending to add some more chemicals to it in the bathroom, so as not to spill anything in his room. Of course, as soon as he made it out in the hallway, he bumped into someone and the fear toxin spilled on the floor, not touching anyone.*

Oh for heaven's sake, watch where you're going!

(no subject)

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth walked around the dorms, headed towards nowhere in particular. She was carrying around her sketchbook, in case she saw something she wished to sketch. As she walked, she hummed the pirate song she had remembered singing when she was just eight years old.* Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me... *It brought back memories of dear William and the first day she met him, and she was determined to erase his memory any way she could, for it was just too painful to bear thinking of him with someone else*

Room #226

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*knocks hesitantly on the door, biting her lip*

I hope he listens to me...

3rd floor lounge - 10PM (ish)

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::pads into the lounge, having finally emerged from his room::

::spots a crumpled newspaper sitting on top of the TV::

::reads it::

Hmm... I have definitely got to get out more. Or possibly less.

(OOC: Player will be afk until morning due to sleep.)