Second floor common room, late Thursday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's trying to be accessible, really. She's making an effort.

So far that effort includes shaking her head at the television trying to figure out who actually watches some of this stuff and why so many women have to take their husbands on Maury for paternity tests. And yes, this means the Nerf gun has come back out. Because television people really can be that stupid and shooting Nerf missiles keeps Aeryn's head from hurting.


[Because it's hard to socialize my girl, yo. Come say hi.]

Room 406, Thursday Morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel woke up early. She was still a bit tired but she doubted that she would be able to get back to sleep. Too many things were running through her mind. She'd come to Fandom to get away from the insanity that was her life in Roswell. Max's quest to discover where they came from didn't grab her with same intensity. And as for Tess and her talk of Destiny? Forget it, she loved Michael like a brother. There was absolutely no way she would ever even consider any sort of romantic future with him. Max could search all he'd like, she was just going to live her life like any other normal student.

Of course given what she'd seen of Fandom so far, normal might be a relative term. So far she'd met a purple dragon, been given her room key by a robot, been warned about gremlins, zombies, and vampires, and then told there was a chance she'd turn into a small animal. She also was rooming with a guy. That took co-ed housing to an entirely new level. Fortunately she was used to weird.

Looking over at Xander's bed, she was pretty sure he was still sleeping. Moving quietly, she gathered her toiletries and went to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, cursing at herself for forgetting them and making plans to immediately go and buy something large and terry-cloth, a damp Isabel made a dash for her clothes dressed only in the skimpy silk robe she'd brought from home.

Pool in the Basement [Early Morning]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

There is no squid there is no squid there is no squid.

John opens his eyes, peers down into the pool...and there's still no squid. Whew.

Air pump in hand, John goes about inflating three inflatable rafts.

He's not really up to swimming but raft racing? Now that's cool.

John jumps in one of the rafts, grabs the paddles and starts rafting across the pool.

There is no squid there is no squid there is no squid.

[Open to all! Feel free to come raft racing!]

Room 505, Thursday Morning

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip blinks his one remaining eye and stares up at the ceiling. He had absolutely no idea what time it was here and he wasn't sure he actually cared. His body was telling him he ought to be awake and his personal preferences with the matter could go to hell, thank you very much. And while they were out, would they mind picking up some coffee?

Coffee.... that sounded like a good idea. Pushing himself out of bed, Pip gets dressed and heads out into town for humanity's answer to ambrosia, caffiene. He could probably get a few chores done as well while he was at it. Actually, chores first. Espresso later.

Room 402, mid-morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

It seemed like the arrival of the new recruits had everyone up and stirring around pretty early. Shep had been awoken by various noises both in his room and in the halls, but since none of them set off his 'impending danger' alert, he kept rolling over and going back to sleep. When he finally decided that it was time to get moving, he noticed that Han had come and gone, and that Lana had left as well. It occurred to him that it might have been a good idea to drop a note to Han about Lana staying and why... but it was Han, so no matter what he thought about the situation... he was probably right.

After taking a quick shower, Shep put on coffee in the small coffee pot he'd brought back from home and ate a granola bar. He might wander down to the Perk later, but for now that would do.

Once he felt semi-awake, he opened the door and then blocked the exit with a two and a half foot high sheet of hard plastic, held up by sticking it between his footlocker and the wall.

Walking over to the cage on the desk he opened the door, "Okay, guys, do you want to play?" Two sets of front paws obediently presented themselves so they could be taken out and put on the floor to run around. "Hm," Shep muttered, "Maybe I should have told Han about them too..." Oh well, too late now. He had to have noticed them last night. Grabbing the white board marker Shep scribbled out quickly:

Small animals under foot.
Feel free to come in (just step over the barrier),
but watch where you put your feet.

He then set about changing the food bowl, giving them some more water and scooping out the litter box.


[Open to everyone: come chat; play with cute, fuzzy critters; hang out, whatever.]

Fourth Floor Common Room

[demonbelthazor]

With nothing to do that morning, Belthazor settled himself in the fourth floor common room, curious to see who the new students on the floor were. He idly flipped through the channels on TV, finding nothing but news, Oprah, and reruns of "Enchanted." He most certainly did not wish "Passions" was on.


[OOC: Open to anyone -- say hi to the demon. ;)

ETA: And his raging girlfriend.]

(no subject)

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Frustrated with picking classes that don't conflict with each other, John slips out the window and dissapears for the weekend.

that bloody bastard 6 better not have found his stash, dammit!


Mun is at Ohayocon this weekend. Start shouting "JOHN CONNOR" and see if I answer. mwahahahaa

Second Floor Hallways

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack begins decorating the hallway with streamers, ballons, flowers, and signs that read "H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y P A R K E R !!!!!" There might be coded messages in the signs along the lines of the fact that the second floor rocks the house down. Or maybe not.

Feel free to help him.

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Slightly unnerved by the welcome party down on the first floor, Callisto retreated to the common room and started flicking through the tv channels. She finally found a rerun of Bitterwoman, and better still she hadn't seen this one yet.

[Open to all.]

Third floor corridor, mid-morning

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova rolled over, awake the moment she saw the still-sleeping figure on the other side of the room. With a silent snarl she rolled to her feet and dressed quickly and silently, twitching her covers into some semblance of order before slipping out of the room. Once in the hallway, she considered her next move. The school wouldn't be open, she would think, and living in town hadn't given her much chance to meet people outside of her classes, so she decided to explore. Maybe find a kitchen of some sort. Preferably one with a coffee maker.

Mmm, coffee. Maybe she'd head into town and buy coffee. Or a coffeemaker. And chocolate. Once you've had Wonka's, you never go back. The stuff she found in the Zokolo just hadn't been the same.

[[Come and say hi. Or direct our girl in the direction of coffee.]]

Weapons Lock-up/Target Range - Thursday, early afternoon

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep and Pip get to the weapons lock-up and Shep presses his thumb against the panel near the door. The door slides open with a whoosh. "You may need to get someone from the administration to get your thumbprint encoded so you can practice when you want to."

They step in and Shep waves at the space in general. "This is it. Lots of shelves and racks and stuff to put your stuff on. So far I've never heard of anyone messing with anyone else's weapons, I don't think you need to worry about that. Nothing can leave this room anyway on pain of Rover."


[open to anyone, especially new students who might need to lock up anything that might get Rover and or the principal after them.]

The Lobby: Unofficial Campus Tour.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty comes downstairs with Sydney Bristow in order to give her a tour of the dorms and campus.

"Okay first things first. Each floor has a common room with a TV, kitchen and general lounging area. For some reason everyone gravitates to the 2nd floor lounge, but that's probably because we're the coolest floor."

[OOC: Open to anyone. Marty will be giving his warped view of things about campus and town]

Gym - Thursday during the day

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

A tray of cookies is set out on a spare table, as well as a few "Vote for Alanna!" stickers.

Alanna herself is beating up a punching bag and mentally trying to narrow her class choices down from six to five and which activities she will remain involved in. While she is pretty concentrated on the bag, she can be interrupted.

Fourth Floor Common Room: Thursday afternoon

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana came back to Shep's room after taking care of a few things. Neither Shep nor Han was there, but Lana found the note that Han had left on the bottom of her own note to Shep. She bit her lip, feeling terribly guilty that Han had been bothered that she'd spent the night - even though nothing but sleeping had gone on.

She gathered all of her stuff together and left it on a neat pile at the end of Shep's bed to bring upstairs later, then grabbed a book and went to read in the common room. She didn't feel like trekking all the way up to the Attics just now, but she wasn't sure she should stay in the room after Han's note.


[Open for any and all interaction. New students feel free to stop in!]

Room 234 - door's open, making phone calls

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wants drinks. It's her birthday. Cam's supposed to sing for her, and Jarod will be there with a prezzie soon, and maybe she can get Lorne to sing happy birthday.

She is calling everyone she knows, while knocking on the door between her and Rory's room, and checking down the hall for the Colorado crew and anyone else she knows.

Party!

_{[open to all, newbies too; Parker's just trying to get a group before we head to Caritas post here in half an hour or so]}

The stairwell, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Second Floor Common Room [Late Thursday night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge has the feeling he's missed something big today.

The second floor seemed unusually quiet.

So he was once again in the common room... this time, with a deck of cards. Playing solitare.

Hey, at least this time he picked a game that's *meant* to be one-player ;)

Third Floor Common Room

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet plops himself on the couch in the third floor common room because the sixth floor one still hasn't been cleaned up and most of the other ones are full. He has a copy of the Fandom High course calender laid out on the table next to some papers he picked up from Wittenberg over the New Years Vacation. He's busy trying to figure out which classes he can take this semester that will get transfer for credit at his old school, and it's not looking too hopeful so far.


[OOC: Open to all.]