Laundry Party!

[swerval_zero]

Found tacked to the bulletin board in the morning, in purple ink: ( The flier. )

(no subject)

[swerval_zero]

*Armed with detergent and snacks, Zero sets up camp atop one of the dryers*

Right. Laundry. Squall, these things stink.

Sidekick Tryouts, just outside the dorms

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Hello there, prospective do-gooders! I am Professor Tick, and my side needs kicking! Err, that is, I need a sidekick. I could always use a hand grading things and running my class, but that's what a TA is for. You'll be helping me with that and assisting me in my other work.

You'll be expected to help me on my patrols [OOC: Patrols are assumed to happen at all hours of the day. If Tick's not around, he's patrolling, coincidentally being in exactly the places where stuff isn't happening. Sidekick is not expected to join him on these patrols, but it would be nice if they scheduled his routes or something. Not that he'd follow that. He goes where Justice leads him.]. You'll get a snazzy costume courtesy of Professor Beeblebrox's class. You'll get a spiffy super name! And you may even get some extra perks if SCIENCE. WILL. JUST. WORK. WITH ME!!!

Anyway, the tryouts will consist of five tests. At the end of the day, a new sidekick will be chosen! Keen!

Good luck to everyone!

( Test 1 behind the cut. )

406: Rude awakening. On all counts

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus slept.

In his dreams he was in the sunlight. Buffy was by his side and he was... human, which just had to be wrong. Yet in the moment as he held her small hand in his it didn't matter.

They were talking. She called him Angel, and on her hand was a wedding ring that matched his own.

She was pregnant. That's what they were talking about. They were laughing and joking about names, and paint color for the baby room. He sang soft, off-key lullabies to the unborn child. He whispered to it about how he would love and care for it until the day he died.

It was their lives, together. Everything he could have ever wanted. An entire world, so absolutely per...

A loud noise distracted him. At first he thought it was a car crash. He went to grab Buffy, to keep her safe, but then the lights went out. He couldn't see. Or he could see but it wasn't Buffy, it was Dru. She was holding a squid in her arms and laughing at him, singing a mocking refrain of the same lullabye he'd just been singing and the sound of it made him dizzy. Made him want to throw up. Something was wrong, very wrong. The entire world was out of control and Buffy was disappearing, her and the child turning to dust right in his hands. He wanted to cry out, to grab on to her and hold her so that she couldn't escape but it was impossible. She screamed, tears streaming down her face as her body filled with pain and the thought of it lanced right through him and -

- and -

And he started laughing. Because oh yes, Buffy was dying and the world was ending and if you didn't find that God damn funny and just about the most perfect happiness you could ever come across then what in the hell was wrong with you?

Angelus woke up, laughing hysterically as though he'd just heard the best joke in all the world. He sat up, feeling chipper. Upbeat. Downright cheerful. There was no pesky soul bothering him, no conscience that had to be his guide, and each day brought new opportunities for destruction, mayhem, and -

And then he remembered the events of the day before.

Loudly, certainly loud enough for the entire fourth floor to hear him, he shouted "SON OF A BITCH!"

Angelus grabbed his things and stormed out of the room. It was entirely possible that there wasn't enough bleach and holy water in the world to scrub the memory of being - gag - soul boy for a day out of his system, but he wasn't going to find that out for lack of trying.

Woe to anyone who got in his way.

[ooc: going to be on and off all day today, but I believe _wespryce wanted first crack at him. So if his player's around, hop in. If not, assume Angelus stomped off to go sulk brood scrub himself down with steel wool]

Another Campaign Poster

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty posts this right next to the Music Request Form for the Homecoming Dance

( The poster looks something like this... )

Junior Achievers Announcement

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[Flyer posted on all the school bulletin boards sometime in the afternoon the day after the zombie attack]

FUND RAISER

Made it through the zombie attack?

Honor your efforts and show your school pride!

Buy this one of a kind ( T-shirt, image behind the cut )

All proceeds to go to charity as far as you know.

Brought to you by your friends at JA, who swear that their fund-raising efforts won't make you want to kill yourself in the morning. Yearbook staff, we're looking at you.

[Order form attached with instructions to submit info and payment of $20.00, or your hometown equivilant, to Angelus]


[ooc: All credit for this idea goes to soldtoarmenians who not only thought of it but came up with the graphic and then generously donated both to yours truly since the idea is more a JA thing than a Xander thing. Me? I just type here.]

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[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She's cleaned up what she can. Now she's walking the halls with first aid kits, looking for students in need.*

Maia wakes up room 217

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia woke up in her dorm room unsure of what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in a_phale's shop with call_me_red_ac. She looks around the room and see's the flowers still there from equalsmcsquared.


((OOC: MUN is now back safe and sound from Hurricane Rita, if she was in any threads I should know about please link me up.))

Room 239/240: Recovery

[janet_fraiser]

Janet is sitting on the floor, medical supplies from her kit spread out around her. She is counting everything, and scribbling a list of supplies she needs to replenish on a sheet of paper sitting on a clipboard next to her.

Expedition

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward glances around the common room, wondering if anyone else will show up. They were going to venture out into the town to see if the Perkolater still existed because, man. Coffee. Most important thing in life. Besides sleep.

***posted around the dorms***

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

[OOC: let's pretend these were hanging up before the zombie attack, but folks just got a bit... caught up]

Re-posted on all dorm bulletin boards...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

Written in red ink at the top of each paper...

NOT CANCELLED
JUST POSTPONED DUE TO ZOMBIE ATTACK!

CONFUSED BY ALL THIS 80'S TALK?

You're not alone!

Come to the 80's Catch-up Slumber Party in the second-floor common room!
This Friday (tomorrow night) Tuesday evening (the night after tomorrow),
starting between 5 and 6 pm PST (8 and 9 EST),
we plan to watch movies and just talk about this strange decade-long phenomenon.

Bring food for a pot luck feast, if you like.
Nonalcoholic drinks will be provided, so bring your own if you prefer.

Write down your 80's movie picks on the comment sheet below!
Hope to see you there!

Hand-written along the bottom edge of the sheet:

Movies already rented:

Better Off Dead
Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Weird Science
Risky Business
The Breakfast Club
Top Gun
Dirty Dancing
Real Genius

The second-floor common room...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River, with a stack of DVDs in her hand, slips into the common room. Might as well get some familiarity with these 80s movies before she shows them the night after tomorrow, right? She glances at the titles in her hand, then selects one, pops it into the player, and settles into a chair with the remote.

Real Genius, hmmm?

She hits play, and the strains of Carmen McRae singing fill the room.

I'm a sentimental sap, that's all
What's the use of trying not to fall?
I have no will, you've made your kill
'Cause you took advantage of me! ...

Fifth Floor Drama

[lizzy-turner.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth had seen some strange things, but the zombie aftermath was too much, and she had to get out of her room. She left quietly, watching miss_thomasina not even bat an eye as she closed the door behind her. She found a comfortable couch in the fifth floor lounge and pulled out a book that had absolutely nothing to do with homework or zombies alike.*

Seen walking through the corridors

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron is walking quickly through the corridors in search of a girl - not a particular girl but any girl as long as she's... a girl.