New Homecoming Queen Ads, all over the Dorms

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::Having had a particularly not-so-pleasant day, Cally posts these latest posters with a vengeance. Frustrated Cally with a staple gun is not so much a cute sight, giving more of a "I'm glad I'm not that poster" sort of feeling::

::The posters read "Vote Cally for Homecoming Queen. She's cute. She's smart. She toasted zombies with a flamethrower. Honestly, is there a better candidate?"::

::There also appears to be a footnote which reads "Cally is also currently accepting any possible invitations for Homecoming dates. You too could have the sheer joy of spending the night with a possible Homecoming Queen!"::

( The New Poster )

Posted Up Around The Dorms

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

( A New Campaign Poster. )

The poster text reads:

Unhappy with the current crop of candidates running for treasurer?
Want someone who understands what being treasurer is really means?

Callisto
Understands.

With experience as the general owner/operator of her own army small business, Callisto understands that the secret to a successful venture, whether in the fiscal world or real life, isn’t money grubbing or resource hoarding, but rather responsible business practices, intelligent and effective allocation of resources, never losing sight of your goal, and a ruthless determination to crush all opposition strong will.

Callisto stands for

-complete, clear, and transparent book-keeping. It’s your money, you deserve to know where it is.

-responsibility and accountability. The money won’t stop here, but the buck will.

-understanding that a treasurer’s first concern isn’t your money, but your trust and the fulfillment of that trust.

So when you line up to vote, remember to write in

Callisto For Treasurer

A Proud Part of The BatSh*t Crazy Ticket.
Vote Smart. Vote Batsh*t.

Under the posters are small bowls of candy and a sheet asking for endorsements.

ALL STUDENT FILTER ONLY: Anonymous Public Web Notice

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

The following is found upon log-in of every student account across campus, on every cable-enabled TV screen upon flipping on the tube, and at every initial attempt to access the Internet. The first message only lasts about 10 minutes, and fragments into unusable code or untraceable signal upon the login of a teacher or admin.

The clip is posted an an anonymous public domain, and can be accessed repeatedly. But there are no file fingerprints to say who uploaded it.

:: Hail to the Chief plays::

VOTE FOR BELTHAZOR FOR VICE-PRESIDENT!

He cares!
He shares!
He... menaces a fellow student?
Teleports into his room?
Smokes while changing colors?
Changes colors while smoking?

Oh. Dear!

At the end of the clip, another small printed message plays:

The previous file was accessed from hall surveillance footage, and the public admin servers at Fandom High. Remember, exercise caution while smoking! The demonic side you enhance could be your own!

Delivered to Room 501 - George Lass

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

( Inside the package is... )

Public Access Television Campaign Ad

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Ad sent out across the public access television airwaves, hitting channels in the dorms and off campus housing.

( Public Access Television Ad )

Joint Voicemail to O'Neill and Kawalsky [Standard Encryptions]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Guys? Yeah, this is Sam. I've been hearing some strange stuff about Janet lately. The more I hear, the less I like it--her behavior seems very reptilian."

If the guys are listening closely, they might hear a sniff in the background. "On an almost completely unrelated note, has anyone heard from Daniel today?"

Morning Dorm Delivery

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to room 147, attention Sara Sidle (equalsmcsquared).

( For Sara: )

MIME HUNT!!!

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Alright, listen up, people. Our Mime has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles-per-hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence hall, school room, kwik stop, restaurant, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive is a Mime. Do not be amused by it's invisible boxes or funny walks. Our job is to contain the creature and annoy him as long as possible.

Sign-up here and wait for my post to start this hunt.

I'll be dispensing wet naps and washcloths to handle this menace to society.

Kiki heads upstairs

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki knocks on the door of the East Attic.

"Hello? Rogue? Are you home?"

[Ooc: Mun heading out soon, so replies may be sporadic.]

[locked to evil Janet, oh noes! and when it gets scary, plz someone save me?]

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee paces in his locked room, feeling a bit of cabin fever. John promised to protect him and then he LEFT, that floozy.

[East Attic -- locked to Belthazor and Phoebe and any roommates who might show up]

[demonbelthazor]

Phoebe was back. And she'd agreed to see him. Belthazor shimmered upstairs to the East Attic, appearing outside the door. His heart was racing. He didn't know why he was doing this. He'd decided his necessary course of action last night -- get rid of the soul, and the pain and confusion would all stop. No more human weakness to hinder him. But still she called to him like a Siren. He had to see her or he'd go crazy. But what the hell was he going to say?

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

On the Maru: locked to Beka and Angelus (and anyone Beka's called in case of dire need of rescue)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka paced the Maru warily. This wasn't a good idea, at all. But it was the only place she had access to her weapons -- several pulse pistols - on her bed, by her seat, strapped under the makeshift table where she'd met Inara, a blaster just inside the big trunk in the middle of the cargo bay, and the little gauss gun in her bracelet.

She was as safe here as she'd be anywhere. And Angelus probably wasn't through with her. Yet. She'd just have to stay useful until she got what she wanted.








(OOC: at some point before this, Beka made a series of notes about her plans, Angelus's plans, the coincidence of their interests, and what they had to offer each other. She's thought this through carefully. Those notes may appear later for the curious.)

Room 239/240

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

It's not even dinner time and Jack is exhausted. Between the field trip and the thing with Beka and everything else this weekend Jack has been running on empty for the past few days. He fell asleep in the bathroom Sunday night waiting for a shower and didn't sleep at all last night. He's hungry and exhuasted and all he wants to do is climb into his bed, pull up the covers and take a nice long nap.

Jack stumbles to the door to his room and fumbles a moment for the lock before he gets the door open and see's the mess inside.

"For cryin' out loud!"

(no subject)

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

A mime wanders in to the second floor common room. It becomes trapped in a box. Won't someone please help the poor mime get free?

Leaving The Library

[janet_fraiser]

Hathor had left the library disappointed. There were no manuscripts written in Goa'uld. She stalked down the hallways, paying no attention to passers-by. When she pulled open the door to her room, however, something happened.

Mud poured over her like rain, dripping to cover her royal attire and plastering her hair to her skull.

Her shriek of rage echoed throughout the stairwell and through the hallways as a small, blond boy snickered and darted away before she could catch him. How dare he assault her royal person?

She stepped into the room, slammed the door, and started to change her clothes.

OOC: Anyone who wants to comment loudly, she'll hear you through the door. I'd interact, but I have to leave, like, now to go to my dance lessons. BTW, this is set at any point in time when Hathor!Janet is not busy seducing her way around Fandom High.

Waiting

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George sits in Common Room with her headphones on, listening to Sufjan Stevens sing about zombies and Illinois as she waits for Jayne to pick her up for their date. She's a little nervous and uncertain about seeing him, and wonders if he's recovered enough from his stay at the clinic to enjoy the evening. She wonders where he's taking her. She wonders how long they'll be out on their date.

She wonders if he'll kiss her goodnight.

She shakes her head at the thought. What the hell are you thinking, George?

She sighs, tilts her head back until it's resting against the wall behind her, and ignores the persistent fluttering of what could only be described as butterflies in her stomach.

Open to members of the Campaign... [Room 236]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is working on another ad. It's not going well.

Any and all members from the Committee to Elect the Hottest Ticket in Town are welcome to come in and find something that rhymes with "Phoebe". As well as volunteers who wanna help.

Like an Animal

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 paces his dorm room. Someone was following him today. He knew this. He could sense it. Yes, they were taking greater interest in him now. Obviously his campaign had struck a nerve with his captors. Well, if they were going to play games...

He reaches for the door handle and twists it. Nothing. He gives the door a hard yank, but it didn't budge. The deadbolt wasn't on... somebody had locked the blasted thing from the outside!

Number 6 slams himself against the door. "You won't get away with this, you tyrants! I will have my freedom!"

_{[ooc: Jack Bristow has taken measures to ensure that he can have normal office hours and 6 stays out of danger]}

Evening Dorm Deliveries (Phoebe, Cole, Piper, Paige -- Charmedorama)

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the East Attic, attention Phoebe (future_visions).

( For Phoebe: )

Delivered to room 408, attention Cole (demonbethazor).

( For Cole: )

Delivered to the North Attic, attention Piper Halliwell (cookinggeek) and Paige Matthews (the4thsister).

( For Piper and Paige: )

(no subject)

[not-an-ex-demon.livejournal.com]

Anya heads back to her dorm room, ready for bed, thinking about her shopping trip tomorrow.