Outside the Dorm; Very Early Friday morning (around 1 am)

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Even if Sakurazaki was one to sleep much, tonight would not be a night of rest. She was plagued, she was disturbed, she was very, very pensive, and found that her thoughts were stumbling carelessly through her head. She hoped that meeting her roommate and a nice, hot shower followed by some food in her stomach and an enjoyable time with a book or two, would help lift her sudden sadness, but it persisted. So much had happened in only three days...it was almost too much for her shoulders. Oh, and they itched so much! She found herself even stopping at a few trees to rub her back against them. It relieved the annoyance only momentarily.

Finding a nice spot underneath a tree that reminded her particularly of home, she knelt down in the grass and pulled the slightly crumpled paper doll from the sachel at her hip. She figured she would take care of it outside; she couldn't imagine lighting a fire would be very appriciated indoors. Setting a few runes around her in the designated fashion and order, she began to chant quietly as she pulled out a lighter. She touched the flame to the square feet of the dool, and, partially thanks to the citris juice dabbled on it, it ignited quickly. She tossed it into the air, closing her eyes, and pushing her left hand forward, pointer and middle finger held vertical and together, while the others folded down. She pronounced a single word with emphasis, "Om!" and the enflamed doll disappeared.

Drawing in a sigh, she remained kneeling in the grass, her head bowed, eyes still closed, mind racing with thoughts while she tried to make them disappear. She was in desperate need of some meditation, and this quiet spot was perfect. So many thoughts....such a big decision...How would it effect things? Was this was Ojou-sama wanted? Try as she might, she couldn't stop a few tears tumbling down her cheek.

[[OOC: Wide open; save Sakurazaki from the emo. And, no, it's not seppuku; if it was, she would have kept Mini Setsuna around to be her second. hehe.]]

Moving Day - East Attic down to First Floor - starting around 10am

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica decided that moving sucks.

Especially when you're moving down seven flights of steps and you've somehow managed to accumulate A LOT of stuff.

She hopes that the fact that she, Chloe & Piper are all cute might net them some help. Failing that, they can always bribe with brownies.




[ooc: i'm on slow play at work and i have no idea if Chloe & Piper are around yet, but if you wanna help us move, it would be awesome!]

The Gym - Friday Morning

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter had woken up later than expected, but he figured he might as well get a good start to the day.  Not finding anyone in the gym, he began punching the heavy bag using quick but forceful strikes.  Jab-Jab-cross, jab-jab-right hook, cross-cross-cross.

He was wearing his nametag prominently displayed.  It said "English Peter" in boldly marked letters.



OOC - Open for all your gym needs.  I might end up on slowplay for a bit

Dorm Stairway - Friday Afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

( All I want is a pair of sunglasses. )

[[ooc:Preplayed - Interaction after "Pippi" leaves Maia locked to a certain Danish Prince.]]

Third Floor Corridor, Friday Afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

( The boy just never shuts up... )

Fourth Floor sometime in the afternoon

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter had found two nametags and pens stuck under his door. He didn't question who gave it to him, he merely saw it as a gift from god. He tossed one of the nametags onto Ranma's dresser and he began to write on his own...

Three minutes later Peter was out and about in the hallways. His nametag clearly said:
Hello I'm Peter Griffin
Show me your boobies!

He wandered the halls, looking for new people to meet. Peter loved meeting new people.

Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

Dorm corridor, floor 5, Thursday night/Friday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The corridor was dark and mostly quiet, and River kept listening. For some reason the minds of people here at Fandom was less accessible to her. Sometimes a clear thought appeared, but most of the time there was just a background mumble. This was odd, but also a lot more peaceful.

Perhaps sleeping would be good, but for some reason she kept wanting more ice cream.

Third Floor Common Room Friday May 12th, 1:00AM

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

He didn't usually watch much TV. Or stay up till all hours of the night, er morning. But here he was with no set time to get up, and no parental control. He was watching Android Rooster, and deciding not to drink anything lest it burst forth from his nose. Right now they were using action figures from Sunflower Road and Pursuing Andrea for a parody of the former.

( which can be found here )

Third Floor Hallway, Late Friday Afternoon

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

( That doggy in the window )

[OOC open for interaction]

Friday Night, the roof

[stargazer-ellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie found her way to the dorm rooftop, taking a look around. Over the summer a ten inch refractor telescope and dome would be built for use in her classes, and she wanted to see if the space would meet her approval. Frowning at the cigarette butts that littered the roof, she made a note to get no smoking signs placed in the vicinity around the dome. The odd looking garden, however, could stay.

She'd brought her own telescope up to the roof and now set it up. Her target tonight? The full moon and the brilliant light that was Jupiter in the southeast.


[Open for interaction or your rooftop needs.]

Third Floor Common Room, Very Late Friday Night

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler had decided to participate in shirtless day.

He was also barefoot.

And whistling as he worked.

He had soaked a condom in butane to dissove it. Carefully, he poured the mixture into a saucepan and began to heat it over a low flame.

It was amazing what you could find at a little convenience store.

[OOC: Open to all. If you're coming in after the explosion, the room will smell funny, and there might be some chunks of glass in the carpet, but no lasting damage.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.

Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.

He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.

Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.

{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

Second Floor Common Room: Friday Morning (around Nine-Tenish)

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The nametag and pen stuffed under Jack's door were a bit surprising. Since he wasn't technically a new student, he compromised and just wore the name tag. If someone wanted to write his name on [his forehead or wherever] later, he wouldn't object. Combining nametags with shirtless day didn't seem like such a good idea: where were people supposed to stick their nametags once they stripped out of their shirts?

Shirtless, name tag stuck to the pocket of his black jeans, Jack was currently dancing in the kitchen. Yeah, he knew shirtless day didn't start until after dinner, he just didn't want to wait.

If you thought he was cooking, you wouldn't be wrong. No pancakes, but there's bacon, eggs, toast and coffee.

Lots and lots of coffee.