very early Wednesday morning - Fandom High Dorms

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

A really big owl is pecking on Veronica's window pane. It's carrying a package, and a note tied to its ankle: Give it some cereal or it won't leave. - Parker

Blood Drive Posters

[janet_fraiser]

The following posters go up all over the dorms and town -

( Poster! )

Text -
Are YOU a Chosen One?
Janet needs your blood.
Give it to her.
Now.
Or I swear, I am personally coming
after each and every one of you
myself, you hear me?


OOC: Callisto is an amazing and talented person, and you should all worship her for her poster-making skills.

Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Tired of being cooped up in the attic, Bel and Phoebe commandeered the fourth floor common room. Lying on the couch with her head in Cole's lap, Phoebe might have been going over notes from the Book of Shadows. She also might have been doodling "Phoebe + Cole" in little hearts along the margins of her notes. Cole might have been masking vampire-induced brooding by idly flipping through the channels on the TV.



[Open to your fourth floor needs or interaction, particularly if you're looking for Bel/Phoebe for alchemy information.

ETA: Bel-Mun going AFK until around 8:30 PM EST.]

3rd Floor Common Room

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco couldn't believe his spring break was halfway over. He hasn't done anything the whole time. Mainly been moping around in his room since Lily left him. He had been tempted to go to the trip to England. But that would have meant he would have to see his mother and admit that she was right and he was wrong. And he knew he'd be made to visit his father in Azkaban. Which is a definite no. The dementors might be gone but the place was still a prison. He had seen that prison show on HBO. He knows whats up.

Speaking of the telly, The Silver Gals was on. Those little old ladies were sassy.

2nd Floor Common Room - After the return

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After getting back home from England, Marty leaves several boxes of what he thinks are gourmet boxes of chocolate and candies in the common room with a note saying:

Gourment Candies from England! Enjoy!

He then heads back to his room to give his roommates their own special box.

[ooc: Included are: Canary Creams, Fever Fudge, Fainting Fancy, Nosebleed Nougat, Skiving Snackbox and the Ton-Tongue Toffees. More info about the candies are here. The effects will last until the curative part of the candy is ingested or at midnight when the spell wears off.]

Gym, Wednesday evening

[chasingangela]

Angela's muscles were a little cramped from the bus ride, so she decided to yank on her workout clothes and head down to the gym.

She contemplated the weight circuit and the exercise bike before getting on an elliptical runner. She had Nirvana, loud, on her headphones and was contemplating what she wanted to do during her days at home.

[OOC: Come sweat with me!]

Dorm Roof, Wednesday Evening

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Yes, he could be doing homework or unpacking, but that would be, well, work.

Pip was on vacation.

He leaned back in the deck chair he had brought up to the roof and took a long drag on his cigarette. After balancing it on a nearby ashtray, he strummed his guitar.

Yes, technically this was the Official Brooding Zone, but quite frankly, he didn't particularly care.

Anyone who wanted to brood up there would have to put up with him playing lively Irish folk tunes.

_{[[Open for all your roof-y needs. That's roofy. As in roof-esque. If you really need the drugs, Jay and Silent Bob are back and should be hanging out near the Kwik Stop.]]}

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Alas, an oasis!

Macbeth made a break for the vending machines in the fourth floor common room after an exhaustive search for something edible left him empty-handed.

He was hungry. He was very hungry, actually.
Disturbingly hungry.
But then, that's bound to happen when one lives on two-month-old pizza and stale twinkies. The pizza had turned all kinds of wonderful shades of green long ago, and the twinkies had gotten to the point where he couldn't actually bite into them anymore for fear of breaking a tooth.
New foodstuffs needed to be attained.
And thus, the quest began.

And he was out of pocket change.

So, there the Scottish Thane stood, shaking the vending machine with famished rage.

Fourth floor hallway, stairs, and the third floor- Wednesday Evening

[deliciouslucky.livejournal.com]

"They're after me Lucky Charms!"

That wee exclamation broke the silence of the fourth floor hallway as a wee leprechaun carrying a large pot of breakfast cereal made a manic run for safety, pausing to look into empty rooms for the perfect hiding place for himself and his precious treasure.

He just couldn't get a break. Everywhere he went, pesky children were trying to steal his Lucky Charms.
This would have to stop.

Down the stairs he ran, leaving a trail of magically delicious cereal behind him as he made his way to the third floor, peering into more empty rooms, desperate for a place to hide - any place to hide.

Finally, he found his haven behind a door marked "333." The room held the faint stench of body odor, but there was a pleasant faux-fur sun hanging from the wall, and the closet, it was most invitingly empty...


[[OOC: Feel free to gawk at Lucky as he runs by, but he's not about to interact with anyone except the handful of us who are already chasing him to Macbeth's room.]]