In the third floor common room

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory flops on the couch with her journal and a copy of Emma.

Why do I spend all my nights here? I should be out...sowing wild oats or something, she thinks to herself, frowning before picking up her journal.

She doesn't even glance up at the TV before immersing herself in her writing, and then her book.



[ooc: Bored? Me? Never!]

EMAIL: Filtered to everyone but Rory Gilmore (shhh!)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Shhhhhhhhhh!

Students at Fandom High
You are cordially invited
to a
Surprise Party
for Rory Gilmore's
17th Birthday

Friday, 8PM FHtime At Luke's Diner

Be there on time, so Rory doesn't catch us.
Spoil the surprise,
and you'll be dealing with the wrath of Professor Gilmore-Danes.

South Attic: Late Thursday afternoon after class

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Very late Thursday afternoon after her Journalism project and debate projects were completed, Beka returned to South Attic. Her teeth were on edge. And it had nothing to do with too much subtext love. Everyone's emo had her...well, emo.

She kicked the bed, hard, and thought about calling Bel to spar. Instead, she flopped down on the bed, pouting, and continued reading the smutty novel she'd started in Study Hall.




[OOC: Open for interaction for now and won't bite unless you ask. ;) May be slowplay if work gets busy. When Illyana arrives, it will be NFB and closed except by specific invitation.]

2nd floor common room

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge hums cheerily to himself as he deposits the toaster-camera on a table in the common room, along with a note inviting everyone to go ahead and use it.

The note fails to mention that while normal everyday bread goes in, normal everyday toast might not be exactly what comes out.

Bridge leaves the common room and goes back to his room, intent on scrounging up parts to make a new lock for Anders' door.

Hockey Squad - postponed

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Messages are sent out via voicemail to everyone who signed up, and Coach MacLeod, and flyers are posted in the dorms.


"HOCKEY MEET-UP POSTPONED UNTIL SAME TIME TOMORROW. Sorry."


[OOC: This has not been a good week. Betty (aka 'my brain') has melted and I won't be able to handle a proper multi-user thread tonight. Promise I'll post tomorrow instead.]

Earlier this morning, roof of the dorms.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George wakes to the random patter of moisture on her face. When she opens her eyes she sees a broad expanse of overcast sky instead of the smooth plaster ceiling of her dorm room.

"Where the fuck," she murmurs to herself, struggling to pull herself up to a fully seated position; she's instantly sorry when she does. Her head spins every which way, her thoughts scattering like marbles. She clutches the sides of her head in an attempt to stem the apparent brain leakage.

After a few minutes, the headache and nausea subside, and she's able to ascertain her location. She realizes she's on the roof of Fandom High's dorms, but she's not quite sure how she managed to get up there. The last thing she remembers well is being at Spike's pub the night before, of asking Silent Bob if he'd seen Jayne in town that day, and then having a conversation with Han on the same subject.

She winces, thinking of Han's comment about Jayne's "loaded weapon."

Not going there, she thinks to herself fiercely. None of your business anyway. But it was. Weren't she and Jayne supposed to be, oh, dating or something?

George frowns, rubbing the back of her head where gravel on the rooftop had dug in. She feels bruised, wrung out, unable to hold onto a train of thought for longer than a few moments. When she tries harder to remember what happened after Spike's, her vision begins to darken around the edges. She's left with the impression of screaming, of fear, of being desperate to get away from--

Suddenly, as if a light was turned on, she remembers: The Post-Its.

They were everywhere she looked, stuck to walls, pinned to people, a veritable sea of office yellow. In Rube's neat handwriting, each Post-It told her who she was meant to reap next.

J. Lass
R. Lass
S. Jerusalem
M. Blank
A. Chase

J. Cobb

She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself and gazing up into the sky. They weren't real, she tells herself, none of them were. It was all just a joke.

The rain begins to fall hard and cold. She crawls over to one of the HVAC units and uses it to help pull herself upright.

Not a joke, she decides as she shuffles over to the roof's access door. I wouldn't feel hungover if it was just a joke. No one else could see the damn things but me. She pushes open the door and enters the stairwell, pausing there for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the change in lighting. But I wasn't the only one seeing things. Some people started screaming and Chloe was totally freaking out, I remember that. But how... What the hell??

"We were drugged!" she exclaims suddenly and loudly, furious.

Evening, Dorm Room #226

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

After a lovely morning shower, an easy-answer conundrum in Criminal Justice class, and a nice run and lunch at Luke's with the BF, Vala actually felt up to facing her Abnormal Psychology class again. (But not without taking a few precautions first.)

Suprising herself, she survived.

Now, after Small Business class (Gods she hated Thursdays!), she hit the dorms

"Hey, YoYo, you in?"

Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wanders into the second floor common room after his Psych class (which wasn't too bad for once) and finds Bridge's finished toaster-camera, with the note. Grinning to himself, he heads back to his room and comes back with a couple of slices of bread to see what happens; after what Bridge had said about his CD player making candied apples, there was no frakking way this toaster could be normal.

One slice of bread pops back out, nicely browned and smelling great.

A small swarm of glowing purple butterflies comes pouring out of the other slot.

Flopping onto the couch to wait for Cally, he lies there and laughs his ass off as the butterflies divebomb each other all over the room.

North Attic Mid afternoon

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige walked slowly back to her room after her trip to the perk

She got out her note book and looked at the lyrics, she'd hope music would cheer her up, but it had done the opposite. She'd mess up everything. Her whole life was unraveling and some how Sawyer had managed to get himself caught up in it all again. He deserved better.

((open to anyone))

Home Again Home Again Jiggedy-Jig (Late Thurs. Night)

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 arrives back at Room 306, a smile on his face, and a box of fine Cuban cigars tucked under his arm. He is humming a tune and snapping twice at the end of every measure. There is brown hair clinging to his pants leg and a rose stem without a head jammed in his back pocket. Whereever Locker 327 sent him, he had a supremely good time.

Clutched in the non-snapping hand is a note addressed to Wednesday Addams from her family. He makes a mental note to deliver it as soon as is feasible.