Back in the Dorms...

[sakuracchyan.livejournal.com]

It was late, and Sakura knew she probably should have been in bed by now. She had classes the next day, and having missed all her classes the week prior meant she had to be her best for them this week. She sighed, passing a weary glance to what appeared to be a flying yellow teddy bear.

"Kerocchyan," she whined softly, shifting her duffel bag on her shoulder. "What am I gonna do? I've already missed my first week of classes -- and I even enrolled late! I don't know how I'll manage this... I'm not ready for this school." She hung her head, closing her eyes over as she trudged toward her dorm room. She hoped the note she had left for Tomoe hadn't been to vague as to her whereabouts.

"Don't be down, Sakura," the small flying creature chided, fluttering his tiny wings to hover above her head and pat it with a plush-looking paw. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." Sakura nodded, digging into a pocket of her capris to unearth the key for her dorm room. She then unlocked the door and pushed it open with her hip as quietly as she could manage -- she didn't want to wake her roommate.

"Shitsurei shima~asu," she called in a soft whisper, hunching a little and squinting through the moonlight in the room toward the bed. Removing her shoes without thinking about it, she blinked. The drapes were still open. Her jade eyes slid to the bed designated to be Tomoe's, and noticed the sheets and blankets sort of tossed around as if she'd been in a scuffle in bed, but Hotaru was nowhere to be seen. Her cheeks tinged crimson. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what kind of scuffle... she knew nothing about Tomoe, after all.

Still standing in the doorway, she quietly closed the door with a now sock-clad foot, and padded over to her bed to set down her duffel bag. Pursing her lips, she tilted her head at the empty bed across the room. Her eyes then traveled back to the door and the noticed that -- despite how little decor there was in the room -- there seemed to have been a struggle across the entire room. Sakura's cheeks turned pinker. Maybe she was glad Tomoe wasn't in the room at the moment.

"Make yourself at home, Kerocchyan," she said, wandering over to the dresser near her bed and pulling out a pair of blue and yellow pajamas. "There's an empty drawer in the dresser if you'd like to furnish it like you did at home." She made haste in changing, then pulled back the covers on her windowside bed. "I'm going to sleep," she said, sliding under the sheets, her back to the room. She closed her eyes over, and idly thought of Tomoe, trying to figure what on earth she could be up to at such an odd hour.


[[OOC: "Shitsurei shimasu" is like saying "Sorry for the intrusion". She's apologizing for coming in so late, thinking she may have woken her roommate.]]

Junior Achievers Announcement

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[Flyer posted on the bulletin boards of the dorm]

ATTENTION

The first official meeting for Junior Achievers founding members and our faculty advisor is this Tuesday, Sept 20, at 8:30pm. Contact Dr. Carter for location.

Confirmations on club membership for all non-founding members will go out within the next two weeks. At that time, students who applied for membership who feel they mistakenly were not given confirmation may contact Angelus for clarification. Students who wish to expedite their confirmation may do the same.

Students who missed the first round of applications may also contact Angelus as the Junior Achievers are always looking for new blood. Club membership does require very specific responsibilities, however, so new students should familiarize themselves with JA before deciding if this is the group for them. Ask your fellow students to tell you more! At JA, our reputation precedes us!

Finally, JA would like to publically thank Principal Connor for her wise decision regarding the school's new weapons policy. We at JA agree that the best thing that could happen at Fandom High is for everyone in it to believe they are completely safe within its walls.

Thanks, and God Bless.

Angelus, JA president.

Not lost. Definitely not lost.

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Carrying a textbook and a large yellow lined notepad, Roy is (somewhat grumpily) wandering the various floors of the dormitories, looking for the commonroom, or nearest equivalent.

Despite being a fairly bright boy, he does not stop and simply knock on someone's door for directions. Because bright or otherwise, he's still male. And 99.08% of men/boys/guys do not stop and ask for directions. Ever. (like gravity and bad cafeteria food, this is a truism that spans universes.) The very idea is preposterous and insulting.

EDIT: [Now in the 3rd floor common room]

What do tyou do with a drunken sailor?

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty listens to Barbossa's radio report and giggles like a madman due to lack of sleep.

"Har! That Barbossa tis a fine pirate he is! Har!"

(OOC:Just a reminder that today is National Talk like a Pirate Day. I challenge eveyone to make at least one "Pirate Post" at school sometime today in honor of Barbossa and his wonderful reports.")

A message to my fellow students - from Beka via Ghost

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

The following message appears on the dormitory bulletin boards, delivered by Ghost from Beka Valentine:

I popped in today via Ghost to attend Journalism class for reasons of my own. Professor Jerusalem and I discussed the weapons ban. He said:

"Guns and other weapons were freely allowed until people began discussing using them on each other. As we can't track all the rumors to find out which ones are true and not wanting student blood on our hands, they had to be taken from everyone. If you want to complain or discuss the issue, I'd say find a way to assure the principal that people won't be using said weapons on each other."

This seems to me an excellent idea. Yet, it's something we have to do as a group. I'd like to propose a meeting of anyone interested in this question from any perspective. I'd like to have my frelling weapons while on campus, and I know most of you would too.

If anyone wants to talk about this, we can meet in the common room tomorrow. That'll give time for people to cool off and for everyone to get this message.

Meeting with campus security

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus stood just inside the main door to the dormintory. He spared an irritated glance at the sunlight, as though it was personally insulting him simply by existing.

Today's outfit was black pants, black calf-length coat, deep red shirt.

In his right hand he carried a black duffle bag.

He used his foot to push one of the doors open. He figured that should be enough for his voice to be heard both inside and out.

"Rover? Oh, Rover?" he looked around. When there was no immediate response he tried, "Heeeeeere kitty, kitty, kitty...."

(no subject)

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco whistles a happy tune (strangely like the one Elle whistles in Kill Bill) as he makes his way to harried_potter's room. He is carrying the latest issue of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

He stops in front of Harry's door and tapes the newspaper to Harry's door. The top headline, reads as follows:
BODY OF YOUNG MUGGLE-BORN WITCH PENELOPE CLEARWATER FOUND IN FRONT OF MINISTRY. BELIEVED TO BE THE WORK OF
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND HIS DEATH EATERS. MORE DEATHS EXPECTED TO COME.

Written in the margins Draco has written: "Shame about Clearwater. So much trouble going on in the wizarding world. Good thing we're here, eh? By the by, heard from Granger lately? Seems like she should know about this. -D.M."

He practically skips away.

Room 406

[soldtoarmenians]

{ooc- sometime after Angelus and Faith have finished with it, presumably}

Xander, upon returning from a weekend spent as far away from campus as he could manage to scrape up enough cash for, opened the door to his dorm room gingerly, unsure what new manner of obscenity had been perpetrated on his bed/blanket/personal possessions in his absence, but positive by this point that it would involve ashes and/or bodily fluids at a minimum.

At this point he was just hoping he was lucky enough to find his bed unoccupied, because as nasty as some of the crap he'd found there was, he'd much rather put up with the aftermath than witness how it might've got there.

He blinked, then blinked again, then sort of set up this strobe-effect thing where he didn't really stop blinking, so he could start processing without worrying about counting the blinks. The empty room was a scene of complete devastation. Possessions scattered everywhere, shatterable things shattered everywhere, everything that wasn't nailed down or actually part of the furniture had been sliced, diced, and julienne-fried -- but only on Angelus' side of the room.

Xander figured he'd better stop blinking before the strobe-thing gave him a seizure of badly-edited-Pokemon-episode proportions. Small gears inside his skull turned slowly, somewhat creakily, as he followed various logic-paths (mainly 'Who is responsible for this,' 'Will something bad happen to me because of this,' and 'Are they still serving breakfast in the cafeteria and would I dare try it if they were') to their possible conclusions. There was the faint scent of smoke. In passing, he craved Ho-Hos.

Walking carefully to his desk through the debris, he retrieved a pad of post-its and a pen, and painstakingly wrote out a note. In a brief fit of paranoia that the thing would fall down and get trampled away by passing student feet, he added a piece of scotch tape to it, and affixed it to the outside of the door, just below the room number.

( Note -- image )

( Note -- text if you'd like to skip the image )

Then he blinked again, just once more for good luck, ducked in to grab his stuff for journalism, and headed off to class.

Wandering the halls

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

After spending the afternoon at the beach with veronicamars1, Kawalsky returned to the dorms to find his room in various states of chaos. However, Liz was nowhere to be found. He drops off his sandy shoes and, still dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and rolled up cargo pants, wanders the second floor looking for Liz.

Charlie made a decision. He decided that he was going to ask Liz to Homecoming tonight, come hell, high water or invasion of the Swedish Chef's cooking.

He called to someone who's in the hall. "Hey, you seen Liz Weir?"

Note taped to Cameron's Door (locked to Cam)

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Dude, if you're around tonight, come up to 402. I'll be in and out but if we catch each other, we'll go staking out a plane. Maybe that Solo guy you were talking about can get us up.

Grab Archie if you see him, but if not, we'll take him next time. You need to decompress for a while.

Shep

Floral delivery to the East Attic

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

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



( The card reads: )

Memo tacked to all public... tacking places

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Wanted to Rent

Licensed pilot wants to rent one plane/spacecraft. Something that will get at least a few thousand feet off the ground.

Cesna, X303, F-16, Puddlejumper, Runabout, whathaveyou.

Must hold 2 (including pilot)

Auto-pilot a plus, but not a sticking point (at this time)
Weapons not necessary (at this time)

Contact J. Sheppard in Room 402 if you've got something interesting.

AHOY YE VAST MATIES

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Ahoy ye vast maties of the seven sea, argh I be in need of some shuteye after me wonderful night I had..

*feeling her duty done, Maia walks slowly down the hall yawning as she went*

Second floor common room

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue wanders into the second floor common room, carrying a notebook, a pen, a copy of the Weekly Tentacle, and a large cup of iced tea. She starts scribbling notes in the margin of the paper, obviously attempting to get the extra credit Prof. Jerusalem promised to anyone who got an article in the paper. "Mindraped? If that was mindrape, what do you call what happens to me every time I fucking touch someone?" she mutters angrily. "Stupid newspaper doesn't know what the hell it's talking about. Since he or she is so oblivious to what's happening, this shouldn't be too hard."

While she is busy, it's obvious that Rogue wouldn't mind some company or a distraction. Otherwise, she could have studied just fine in her own room.

[[OOC: I'll be leaving for appx an hour at 6 CDT, but will be back after that.]]

(no subject)

[fates_jaye]

Seen taped up on every floor by a very bored and irritated-looking Jaye Tyler:

( Have You Seen My Dignity Today? )

As she heads back to her room, Jaye sighs, "I'm getting her back for this, I swear."

Time to go out for a drink

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to think that I totally failed to grasp the significance of something I saw earlier... and now, apparently, it's going to get ugly.

I think this might be a good time to check out the local fine drinking establishments in town and just... be scarce for a while.

Anyone want to go out and get a cold one?

Special Order -- "Wake Up and Smell the Roses" bouquet

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

The following is left in the school lobby:



( There is a large card with bold writing that reads: )

Family Reunion (Warning: Extremely High Creep/Ick Factor, Plus Smut)

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla is down in the basement, arranging some dead roses in a vase and talking softly to Miss Edith, when suddenly, she freezes. She glances towards the stairs, and an eerie smile spreads across her face.

"Daddy's coming for a visit."

Room 228

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica is in her room after the yearbook meeting. She is waiting for Jack Harkness to come over so they can make up their Speech 301 assignment that she missed on Friday.

She's still slightly out of sorts over the whole Lilly thing and she's terribly worried that Rory is going to end up caught in the crossfire between Lilly and Logan, because Lilly did not sound happy about seeing Logan here. And Veronica knows how unpleasant it is to be caught in one of their dramas.

Girl's Only Party in North Attic Tomorrow

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*After finishing her shift at Spike's Pub Paige sticks posters all around the dorms*

GIRL'S ONLY PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT IN THE NORTH ATTIC OR COMMON ROOM (if we aren't in one check the other)

There will be movies (so far Pretty in Pink)
Wine and other alcoholic beverages
Popcorn

Open only to biologically female students (and staff), post op transexuals and death_n_binky

Start time 8pm

(ooc as I'm in the UK the party will start 3pm ish EST I think! Also if toomanylegs is about I've love him to accidently wonder in!)

Room 239/240 - After the yearbook meeting

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

When Elizabeth had returned from Colorado Springs, she had quickly headed back up to her dorm room before going to the yearbook meeting.

When she returns, the bags from Staples, Victoria's Secret, and Borders are neatly resting at the foot of the bed, where she left them, along with a large whiteboard and a cardboard box.

The other reason for her trip to the Springs is curled up on the bed, but stirs and comes to greet her when she enters.

"Hey, Sedge!" Elizabeth greets her dog joyfully. "Did you miss me?"

She curls up in bed with the dog and one of her new books and settles in for the night

(no subject)

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.


[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]