common room

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy sits at a table in the commonroom, stationary and paper splayed out in a mess, tapping his pen on the wood surface. He is trying to brainstorm ideas for the upcoming school election, for which he will be running for Security Officer. The top of the page in front of him reads "Security Officer: Campaign Ideas", underlined; below it is a short list of scribbled out and then crossed off items.



Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap tap tap.

Tap tap.


The noise of the pen against the table is constant in occurence but irregular in pattern. Pretty annoying for anyone else around, but supposedly it helps him think.

Supposedly. At the moment, he's completely stuck on how to do this whole student body election "thing."

Heading back from the Maru...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

When she left the Maru in lot 44, Beka eyed campus more than a mile off in the gloam of another dirtside dawn. She could've Ghosted directly to her room or class she supposed, but tension edged her spine. The walk would do her good and give her time to think.

A lot had happened in a short time. A short time dirtside anyhow. Out in her universe months had passed since she'd been here. Not that anything had changed. Still too many Nietzscheans, way too many Magog, and humanity still clinging to life in the galaxies it had once ruled with confidence and grace. Though finding that High Guard outpost had been a bit of a surprise. And so had meeting Rhade. She'd have to make entries to her personal logs. She'd been slack about that.

She slowed as she caught sight of the class-buildings and sighed. Sure, she'd been there Monday and yesterday, but... it was different. With the Maru stationed in a cometary drift, complete isolation was only a shout to Ghost away. Now if she wanted to bolt, the farthest she could get would be Lot 44 before she'd have to engage with this world again to get the Maru out.

If only she could just blink and erase Cameron and this whole stupid mess from her memory. Every time she'd seen him in the halls or in class the last few days it had stung. Seeing Lee had been almost as bad. And when Shep teased her about him, it'd been all she could do to not to strike out against how much, and how unexpectedly, that had still hurt.

Probably if it weren't for what Aeryn had said, she wouldn't be coming back. But Valentines only hid when their lives were in danger or when hiding was the best way to score. They didn't hide from fights, or from well-meaning friends, or from looking like an idiot. Or from Old Earth cultural traditions that required dates when their ex and everyone else already had one. Not that it changed the fact that she felt like hiding.

Enough with the moping, Rebeka. If you want to go to this Homecoming, ask someone. If you don't, go get drunk, with or without Tight-pants.

The closer she got to campus, though, the more tense she felt. It made her wish Camulus would be around. Not that she wanted to get pounded into the floor like last time, but hitting things would be good. Shooting things would be good too, but she'd save that for later when she couldn't stand being without her weapons for another second.

A quick look at her chrono showed she had plenty of time before class. Exercise sounded good. Maybe some stretching and agility stuff, and definitely some practice time on the bag.

She whistled up Ghost.

"What is it, Beka? I'm terribly busy."

"Sorry. Can you grab my sweats and a T-shirt from my room and meet me in the girl's locker room?"

There was no reply. Instead, seconds later, the items fell from the sky as if dumped from a laundry basket.

Oh well, whatever Ghost was up to, she hoped he'd be safe. Then she grinned. One back at least she didn't have to watch. Since he didn't have one.

Today would be a hard day. A long day. But she could do it. She needed to. Something was going on with Illyana, and she was worried about her.

Morning floral deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to room 304, attention Angela Chase (call_me_red_ac).

( For Angela: )

Delivered to room 212, attention Marty Blank (oatmanspatient).

( For Marty: )

Delivered to room 240, attention Janet Fraiser (janet_fraiser).

( For Janet: )

Marty gets a phone call...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks out of the dorm and heads towards Study Hall. He's dressed in his suit and it looks like he finally managed to get some sleep.

On his way out the door his cell phone rings

( Click here to listen in... )

Marty hangs up the phone and heads off to study hall.

A very strange awakening, Floor 2 Common Room

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Cally mumbles softly, sleeping in her floor common room::

::One eye slowly opens, and she notices that she is apparently using emo_padawan as a pillow::

::Suddenly feeling chilly, she looks down to discover that someone has taken off her T-Shirt, and she is now down to jeans and her bra::

::panics, and quietly tries to rush back to her room::

::However, Cally has failed to notice she is actually handcuffed to Anakin, so after a few steps, her arm is jerked back, and she falls with a thump onto her butt::

Owwwwww....

South Attic - LOCKED BETWEEN BEKA, ILLYANA AND CALLISTO

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka knocks softly, at the same time speaking into her cell. "It's me, Illyana. Unlock the bolt."

The Morning After the Party (Rm 415)

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred had a very good time with Evie last night. She was a great roomate to have, and it was fun to get her high and see what happened. She glanced across the room at Evie and smirked a little.

"Morning Roomie."

Bulletin Board

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty comes back in from classes and study hall and posts this poster on the main bulletin board and various flyers in the stair well.

( Click here to view )

Witch Delivery Express: Delivery for Rory Gilmore, Room 305

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki knocks at the door of 305. She's carrying a medium-sized and somewhat heavy box addressed to Ms. Rory Gilmore. There is a note attached.

Gym, early morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"And Mitchell picks up the ball, he dodges, moves forward and shoots... the crowd holds in their breath and he SCORES! Mitchell wins!" Cameron caught the ball back and started shooting hoops on his own as he tried to figure out what Lee and him had to do with Hercules and a centaur.

Job Opening at W&H

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[flyer posted on the bulletin boards of the dorm]

Wolfram and Hart is Now Hiring:

Legal Intern(s):
Must have flexible ethics working hours, no convictions (arrests okay), no outstanding curses that affect others in your direct physical vicinity, interest in pursuing future legal career and prior experience with interdimensional travel a plus.

Day Receptionist and occasional bloodletting:
Typing 70 wpm; Knowledge of Multi-line Phone System; Fluent in English; Dictation, Windows 2000, and MicroSoft Word a plus; Discretion and Virginity mandatory.

Please Contact Lilah Morgan if Interested.

Looking for Phoebe

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor stormed out of study hall, trying to figure out where Phoebe had gone. Woe be to any psycho midgets with telepathic powers that got in his way.

She had to be somewhere nearby. She couldn't have gotten far. And he wanted to know what the hell was going on with her and this supposed new sister and the aforementioned psycho midget.

Wait...there she was.

Rooms 239/240: Subtext Central

[janet_fraiser]

Janet props the door open and flops down on her bed, trying to puzzle her way through the text Professor Methos wanted her to look at. She grabbed the remote for Charlie's Jack's Charlie's the room's stereo and set some music to go before she gets too into the studying.


OOC: Player must go pick up munchkin, head home, cook dinner, and do various other not-so-fun things such as laundry, but will be on and off FH. She'll be on more regularly after 8 PM CST (-5 GMT, 9 PM FHT).

[East Attic] Aftermath

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had run directly to her room in East Attic after the scene with Maia in Study Hall. She hadn't undersstood Maia's turning on her, nor Paige's questioning of her. She hadn't done anything wrong, but the scene kept playing over in her mind as she fled to her room.

And, oh hell, she had started crying in public...in the fucking Study Hall no less. She could just imagine all of the amusement the other students musts be having about all of this.

Phoebe slammed the door and locked it before collapsing on her bed in misery.

The last 24 hours had been so intense and non-stop for her.

Thinking about it, she realized she hadn't yet slept.

She had gotten Jayne kicked out of his house; had a date that had started out great and then became completely awkward due to a slip of the tongue by her; she had a sudden manifestation of her precognitive powers; and she had discovered she had a third sister in Paige.

That was all just last night!

Then today, Maia had gone completely ballistic on her because she was talking to Belthazor.

She buried her face in her hands.

It was times like these that she wishes she was sharing a room with Piper, or that Rogue and Kitty were around more.

Room 239/240 [LOCKED FROM JOHN CRICHTON. AND JOHNINA]

[can_be_more]

Aeryn leaves the comfort of her still-unnamed guns in the firing range, returning to her room to wait for Chiana to show up.

Dormitory Lobby

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*A large, waist-tall box sits in the lobby of the dormitory building. The tag on the top reads:

FROM: ACME Corporation
Appliance Department

TO: H. Dane & D. Maxwell
Room 603
Fandom High Dormitory

Hamlet stares down the box, wondering how exactly he's going to get something that heavy up to the 6th floor.*

Firing Range - Come on In

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Even though it's been a fantastic day, Beka's feeling edgy again. Her morning basketball lesson and exercise clipped the tension, but she's been without a weapon for hours and she's feeling the need.

"Ghost. I want to go to the firing range. Now."

A small circle of golden light appears on the floor of Aeryn's room. It widens then spins upright to people-sized. "As you wish, Rebeka."

"STOP. Calling. Me. That."

There's a tinny chuckle, and the light disappears. Beka is in the firing range, but she can still see Aeryn clear as if she was standing right there.

"Perfect."

Beka scrubs her hands on her leather pants and picks up her smaller, precision blaster. And smiles.

Bulletin Boards

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

Tacked to every bulletin board in the school is an official-looking flyer that reads:

ATTN STUDENTS:

There is something of a small plague circulating around campus. It is highly contagious and can be debilitating if not treated. If you or someone you know is displaying mysterious symtoms of illness or dementia, please report to fandom_clinic IMMEDIATELY.

-Thanks, The Clinic Staff

In the Gym: One-on-None

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders has been in the gym for three hours now. He's staked out a corner of the basketball court and rigged an odd-looking oblong frame about eight feet tall, with a bucket suspended about five and a half feet up. The makeshift goal stands between him and the rest of the gym, forming a triangle: one third of a Pyramid court. It's quiet except for the squeaking of his shoes, an occasional grunt, and the muted thud of a Pyramid ball ricocheting off the walls and floor. Every now and then a metallic clang echoes across the gym when the ball lands in the bucket. Normally it would be a more frequent sound, but it's tough when the goal is a jury-rigged mess of broomsticks and jumpropes instead of the standard solid panel.

He does a spin-move around an imaginary opponent, throws the ball hard into the corner, then cuts sharply to make a dash for the goal. The ball ricochets off the wall and into his hand, and then it's just a stutter-step to the left and a flick of the wrist.

Clang. Ball into bucket, and that's goal. He retrieves the ball, wipes his forehead, and starts all over again.

There's not much challenge in this kind of practice; it's more like self-gratification, really. Playing with fancy moves that might or might not work in a game situation. Nobody to trip you up or nudge you just enough to send your shot offline. The impossibility of reading the moves of an opponent who just isn't there. But it's familiar, and it's comforting; he knows these sounds and these moves so well, which is more than he can say for so many things about this school. If he can just get into the rhythm a little bit more, crank up the energy a notch, ratchet up the difficulty level one more time, maybe he can shut off his brain and imagine he's back home.

Well, except for this frakking substandard excuse for a court.

Evening deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the office of CJ Cregg (prof_cregg).

( For Professor Cregg: )

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

( For Rogue: )

Delivered to room 214, attention Vala (aka_vala).

( For Vala: )

Delivered to the South Attic, attention Illyana Rasputin (darkchylde_).

( For Illyana: )

Delivered to room 239, attention Elizabeth Weir (notcalledlizzie).

( For Elizabeth: )

[North Attic] One Halliwell down, one to go

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor stalked through the dorm halls, heading for the North Attic. Piper was probably in her room at this time of night. He was less pissy now that he knew Phoebe was all right and not buying into Maia's crap, but he was still discontent.

He muttered under his breath, low enough for no one to hear, "Hi, Piper, I'm here to talk about your sister. Who I just told I loved. By the way, I'm a demon. Smooth, real smooth."

He knocked on the attic door.

Wednesday night: A late night trip to the basement.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After attempting to sleep for several hours and finding herself unable to make her brain stop whirling, Duce leaves her nice..er..comfortable?.. stone bench and heads for the basement.

Ostensibly, to clear some rubble and get any more of Oz's junk she might've missed the first time. In reality, simply looking for trouble. Trouble was good. Trouble, she could handle.

Attempting to ensure her pursuit of trouble was successful, she snags a bottle of liquor from the cabinet on her way through the house, hiding it in her jacket.

Smiling fecklessly, she headed down to the dormitory basement. Down, into the dark.

((ooc: player is still sick and hyped on cold medicine. Thus the alcohol IC to explain any spazziness))

Empty Room

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*Maia makes her way to her room, she is exhausted but also in a strange way refreshed. Her talk with a_phale helped her see more clearly somehow. What did it matter in the grand scheme of things what happened to people who refused her help?

After a quick shower Maia crawls into bed, she looks around and realizes that whatever comes is going to come and going around trying to save the world and people who refuse to be helped only served to make Maia miserable.

With that thought Maia turns out the light very happy that people who need a key to her room have it and prays that River remembered her key tonight.

Info you might be interested in, maybe

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

There is a Sentient Computer among you, just in case you needed to know. The only people with access to it/use of it are Deirdre and Beka (valentine_tart. (and a note to others, the basement of AmberHouse is now locked, don't even try it. *grin*) Ghost is a convenient way to ... get things ... and places. And he makes a great messenger, though he protests that it is beneath his mighty powers, the big headed git.

"Merlin of Amber created Ghostwheel. Merlin was the main character in the last 5 of Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber series. Merlin was a Prince of both Chaos and Amber and had walked both patterns. He studied computer science on the shadow of Amber which is our reality of present day, USA. The Ghost Wheel was a pretty cool computer situated in a place that only a prince of Amber could reach, so as to take advantage of certain physical laws, conditions, and gradients to build a very special kind of computer. Ghost Wheel was the ultimate server able to search through all the realities of Amber for any location and link it to any other. Ghostwheel was the ultimate trump."
Totally horked from this site: http://personal.palouse.net/billshan/ghost.htm

(OOC: yes, I have tweaked him a bit, and yes, Deirdre was dead before he was "invented/created/born". It's my fandom, I will play if I want to, or something... *more grinning*)

Also, the grounds of AmberHouse are patroled by Manticores*, and unless you live in the house or are invited in, you will run into them.

Thank you kindly. Announcement over, I return you to regular play.















*A monstrous creature which inhabits the forests in Asia, especially in Indonesia, Malaysia and India. The manticore, considered to be the most dangerous predator in these regions, has the body of a lion and a head with human resemblance. The mouth is filled with three rows of razor-sharp teeth and the scaled tail ends in a ball with poisonous darts. The monster stalks through the forest in search of humans. Upon an encounter with a human, the manticore fires a volley of darts at the victim, who dies immediately. This unfortunate person is devoured completely, even the bones and clothing, as well as the possessions this person carried, vanish. When a villager has completely disappeared, this is considered proof of the presence of a manticore.

One last delivery

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

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



( The card reads: )

Fiance for the day

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

Plastered up all over the dorms is a flyer: (OOC: Too lazy to open up Photoshop, but pretend it's handwritten and on parchment Thank you, sharon_valerii!)
( Image )

Text:
Attention male students preferably "straight":
Are you interested in becoming a fiance for a weekend?

Would you like to escort a beautiful young governess' daughter?

Do you like money?

If you answered "yes" to one or more of these questions please contact Elizabeth Swann at Room 503, Ext. 5543 and leave a voicemail

P.S. You will be handsomely rewarded for this.

P.P.S. If you enjoy my company enough, we could also go to the Homecoming dance together