Monday, January 9th, 2006

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com


Pippi is back in the kitchenette attached to the 5th floor common room. She's making pancakes.
When they're ready on one side she throws them up into the air where they flip over rather then sticking to the ceiling, and land back on the iron grittle she's set up on the stove. (Okay, one of them sticks to the ceiling. She leaves it there incase the birds come back. Nobody will notice right?)
When they're done on both sides, she flips them over her shoulder and they fly across the room, landing where a large wooden platter sits on the table.
She's making a crapload of pancakes.
There's sirrup with a lable in sweedish, and under a stray pancake you'll find a jar of Scottish Marmalade. There's also butter that looks like it's from the Emporium (and not imported to fandom in Pippi's luggage thank goodness.)
There's an old coffee pot also on the counter with a strainer and a sign warning that she makes her coffee the old fashioned way like a proper Pirate should, so use the strainer between the pot and your cup when you poor... It all smells quite good.

[[ooc: open to anybody, have some Pancakes! I have stuff to do this morning, but I shouldn't take very long in getting back to you.]]
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Janet stood outside Izzie's door and knocked. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, and in one hand she held a drink carrier with two steaming cups.
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Belthazor woke early, troubled by thoughts of Crowley's call the night before and the letter from Raynor. He headed down to the gym in the pre-dawn hours to work of some aggression before class. Throwing fireballs, for a change, wasn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to hit things, and the punching bag would have to do. It did give him some satisfaction to imagine the bag was a few particular people.



[OOC: Open to interaction or to use the gym away from the cranky demon, of course. ;) ]
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Phoebe had realized another serios problem with Tara leaving Fandom High.

The Magic Users and Training For Control Club was now without a faculty advisor.

In order to keep the club active and functioning, she had to find them a new Advisor.

So, being the campaign queen she is, Phoebe starts hanging posters.


Club Poster )

New Posters

Monday, January 9th, 2006 04:17 pm
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
New to Fandom?
Terrified of your classmates/the gremlins/the library/your bed?
Want to learn self defense?
Enjoyed last semesters evenings?

Stop by the gym Wednesday evenings for the Self Defense club!
Snacks and drinks provided

Anyone interested in acting as an "attacker" please call 555-ALAN.
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Chloe's Campaign Poster )

Vote Chloe Sullivan
for Senior Class
Representative!
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Not having had any classes today, Archie has spent most of it . . . well, in his room as usual. He does, however, have the Tick's Advanced Criminal Justice course first thing in the morning, and he's determined to do better than he did last term.

So he's sitting in the lobby going over his notes from last term, a large carafe of coffee and a plate of *fingerwiggle* buttery crumpets muffins on hand. He'd be willing to share with anyone who happens to wander by, of course.
[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com
In the first floor lobby )

At the basement pool )

In the 3rd Floor Common Room )

Freshman Meeting Tuesday Night!
Learn the secrets of Voodoo!
Fight Upperclassmen Repression!
Meet real pirates!
Check your email for an RSVP.

[[ooc: Props to [livejournal.com profile] walter_n_wires for help with the posters.
[[ooc: The email
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
Walter was probably pushing his luck after his meeting with Agent Principal earlier in the day. Particularly since Principal Smith had given Walter permission to keep his "tools."

But, the locker was there, the challenge was there, the curiosity was there, and his new partner-in-crime, Pippi Longstockings was there.

Standing on the other side of the hall from the locker, Walter looked at it and shrugged. "It doesn't look like much."



[ooc: feel free to watch, but consider this post locked for Walter, Pippi, and the locker.]
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH can be seen, by those inclined to see him, sitting in the middle of the floor in the common room with an open box of colored condoms and a book on balloon art. He appears to be staring at the in consternation. For those unable to see him, there is a distinct aura of very annoyed dread.*

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD REGRET THE LACK OF A PROPER PULMONARY SYSTEM.

((OOC: DEATH needs lungs! Someone? Anyone? Also, if any of the newbies have questions regarding how/if one sees DEATH, comment and I'll explain in more detail.))
[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com
After a long day of classes and a little pick-me-up early at Caritas, Ivanova decided that the time was right for a nice, long, relaxing shower. While Lyta was out, she gathered up her bath things and donned a fluffy robe, scampering down the hall to the bathrooms. Forty-five steamy yet flip-flopped minutes later, Ivanova dreamily headed back to her room, turning the doorknob. Well, trying to turn the doorknob. An expression of horror crossed her face as she suddenly had a sharp mental image of her keys - sitting on her desk precisely where she left them. Inside her locked room. With a groan she slumped against the wall beside the door. She had nothing to pick the lock with. All she had was a shower poof, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. Why did this always happen to her? First the White Star, now her room . . . at least it was inside and warm this time.
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
After his disasterous meeting with CJ, Jack headed back to the dorms to go hide in his room. Unfortunately, the door was locked, and he heard voices. Presumably Kara had something going on in there that she wanted to keep private.

With not many other options, he poked his head in the second floor common room. For once, it was empty. Jack gathered all the couch cushions, went to a corner, and built a cushion fort around him. Finally, he was blocked from view by a large pile of badly upholstered pillows.

[[OOC: He's there, just not feeling friendly. Come, poke him, or try to watch TV in a room where someone has stolen all the cushions off the couches.]]

Campaign Posters

Monday, January 9th, 2006 10:44 pm
[identity profile] iwasawesome.livejournal.com
Lilly walks around and slaps several posters to the bulletin boards of every floor, and in the lobby.

Poster for Student Council Elections )


There's also a basket of bounce-balls in the lobby with her name on them kind of so that people who don't know what they are can be confuzzled by the weird balls, I can admit.

Balls. Shut up. )

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