Flyers posted around the dorms Friday afternoon

[fh_jackass]

MEET YOUR SECRET SIBLING!
Saturday
2 pm
First Floor Lobby

Room 101, about 10ish PM

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John lay on his bed, an unread textbook in front of him, face pressed against the pages, asleep.

( Read more... )

"Welcome to your death, John. Have a nice life. It is your destiny."

John woke, screaming, his hands digging red furrows in his stomach.

This was definitely much more strange than the dream about Kiki and Sydney mudwrestling while Sam Carter hand-fed John grapes. wtf?

First Floor Lobby - Saturday Afternoon, 2 pm - Secret Sibs Reveal

[fh_jackass]

Chips, dip and soda are set out. There's a piece of paper listing the Secret Siblings pairings posted to the wall. Logan's lounged on the couch, looking like he might doze off at any moment.
( Secret Siblings List )

[Please wait for OCD threads. Done.]

Third Floor Common Room - Morning

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth wanders into the common room with an armload of painting supplies and gets to work systematically laying them all out on one of the tables. On his head, he is once again sporting his jauntily crooked maroon beret, which now sports a set of painted-on glittery-pink stripes. His tartan-flannel-shirt that he normally wears around his waist is not there today. He's got a point to make, after all.
He ponders his cause for a moment, then looks up dramatically, and quite to his astonishment, he bursts into song which may or may not sound suspiciously like Scotland the Brave.


( ~Deep breath!~ )

And when his dance is finished, he stands there for a moment trying to sort out what just happened, then shrugs and sits down, taking off his beret and starting to paint some more pink lines onto it.

First Floor Lobby [Saturday Morning]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Having had a geniunely interesting conversation with a floppy haired student about the uniform, material, and other interesting facts about being a Mountie, Fraser's smiling a little bit wider while he sits in the lobby tonight.

As a student passes by, Fraser stands to greet them and...it goes wrong somehow.

( The Mountie Sings...Again )

When the song finally dies out, Fraser's left looking shell shocked in the middle of the lobby with his hat on his head.

Gym, Saturday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

After a highly unsatisfactory 'exchange' with Logan Echolls, Walter needed to work off some steam before he exchanged something else with someone, like a fist. What he really needed was someone he could beat on or even better, something he could cut up. Instead he was making the punching bag wish it had never been sewn into existence.

[ooc: open to all, just need to put Walter somewhere he might not get in a fight. Unless you feel like getting in a fight, in which case, feel free.]

The front courtyard, outside the dorms-- Saturday afternoon

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's ordered things in town, and checked on everyone; now she's rewarding herself.

Sunlight.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

Checking her phone messages, she tilts her head back and smiles as she starts to return them.

"Peter? It's Parker."



[open to anyone, really]

5th Floor Common Room: Sat. - Early Evening

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi has the TV on and she's making more pasta then the mind can comfortably conceive of.

As she mixes up the sauce, the spirit if Iggy Pop (who may not even be dead) reaches out to her...

( I'm a strong girl. )

[[ooc: open. come eat pasta.

Wandering about campus, Saturday afternoon

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

Dewey had finished his brownies, and decided to wander about the campus grounds in hopes of meeting some students and having a nice chat.

He is fortunate enough to stumble upon a rather nice young lad.

"Hey, kid... you're a student here, right?" Dewey asks.
"Yeah, that's right," the student replies.
"Cool beans. I'm the new princi-pal, if you don't recognize me by my beautiful voice.... what's your name, bucko?" Dewey pries.
"Ummm... I'm Lee Adama, sir. Nice to meet you," Lee responds.
"Lee?" Dewey asks, and the music begins to swell...
( Cut for Lyrics of OMGMETADOOM )

Dewey goes wide eyed, and then scampers off, completely embarassed.

[ooc: cowritten with leeadama via IM. Closed to IC reactions, sad-lee. But feel free to smack me OOC-lee for my abuse of meta. Gracious-lee, of course.]

The Far Stairwell Between the First and Second Floors, Early Saturday Evening

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Luckily for Archie, he's slept through most of today, and has really had no occasion to talk to anyone. So he has no idea that people are spontaneously and unnervingly breaking into song.

He's ensconced himself halfway up the first floor stairwell furthest from the lobby, hoping to find some peace and quiet while he does his reading for Western Civ . . .

[OOC: Primarily for sogothcally, who has a score to settle with the boy, but come by and sing at him. Or interact. Or see if you can get him to sing.]

2nd floor common room, late morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron's installed himself in one of the couches, a blanket high over his shoulders so his sling isn't noticable. He's humming softly as he's watching some cartoons on television. Pain meds are a glorious thing.

Roof of the Dorms [Saturday Night]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser's up on the roof where no one could possibly induce or hear him if he happened to break out into song. Again. First floor lobby, Dean Zordon, Dean Washburn and GOB Bluth. What a simply wonderful day.

Hanging his head, Fraser takes off his hat and looks down at it.

And, of course, he expects it now, the urge to sing rises...

( The Mountie Sings...for the last time today )

"I think I might be going insane."

Saturday Afternoon from the attic to the second floor.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige had just found all her things outside the West Attic and was no walking back to Maia's room when she thought she heard music. She looked around to see if anyone was walking around with an Ipod on really loud or something, there wasn't.

( and she's singing )

She looks around to see if anyone saw that, "I swear this place gets wierder everyday!"

Second Floor Common Room: Saturday Night

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

Jack shouldered his gym bag and dragged his suitcase behind him as he walked back into the common room. He never thought he'd be glad to be back at Fandom High but after being stuck in Colorado for a week without actually being able to do anything this place seemed like heaven.

Jack opened his mouth with every intention of screaming an obnoxious hello. Unfortunately for him (And everyone in hearing distance) ( he began to sing instead. )

Upon finishing his song a flat look crossed Jack's face. "I hate this place."



[And for some reason now that LJ Login is working again I am able to sign in!]

First Floor Lobby: Saturday Night

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair aimlessly walked through the dorms and ended up in the first floor lobby. Tonight's meditation with Pip hadn't ended up as simple and easy as he thought and he wasn't sure what to do about that. What was it about Fandom that made life so strange. He leaned against and a window and started singing softly.

Looking out a dirty old window
Across the water the cars on the
Mainland go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why