Posted Around the Dorms

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

That's not JD you see sneaking around, putting up posters. It's all in your mind. Except, you know, not.

( Image! )

Text:

John “JD” Dorian

wants to be your

HOMECOMING DATE

of ULTIMATE AWESOME

he likes girls

555-SUZI

2nd Floor Common Room - Breakfast

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth had been up early and been *handwavily* running and had picked up bagels and muffins and other pasteries from J,GOB and there were sitting on the counter.

Elizabeth had Queen playing in the background, and was moving around the kitchen, making breakfast.

There's plenty to go around.



[[ooc: Open! Yay for day off work!]]

The Computer Lab, Saturday Morning

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally was in the computer lab, typing up a letter to Socinus. She wasn't quite looking at the screen, as she was a bit distracted, thinking about other things as well. So, there she typed.

I'm thinking about getting some mikl and cookies for later. Everything's better with that, right?

She looked back at the screen, and reread her letter so far.

And started to cry. Because how much did her life suck if she can't even write words properly? Things were completely hopeless.

Because seriously, here she was in the computer lab, crying over misspelled milk.

[ooc: Open, huzzah]

Under a tree at the edge of the lawn in front of the Dorms - Sat Afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

After hunting around for Walter with Pup, some how, they managed to miss the roof, Pippi had to go to Gun Club.

Rather then skipping Gun Club or making the mistake of bringing a Hellpuppy into the range, she brings him out to the front lawn to frolic with Old Man and Mr. Neilson.

Mr. Neilson, being a monkey, has climbed a tree. He breaks off a stick and waves it at Pup from his perch on the branch .

The stick is thrown as far as it can be, which isn't far because Mr. Neilson throws like a girl.

[[ooc: Mostly for a certain demon hound, but open.

4th Floor Common Room [Saturday, morning]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac is attempting to multitask, and sucking at it.

She's sitting cross legged on a sofa with her quilt and a completely ignored copy of The Belljar on her lap, picking at a packet of raisins when she remembers they're there and half-watching something on TV. She seems to be looking more 'through' the screen rather than concentrating on what's on it, though.

The Roof: Saturday Early Evening [9-30]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana crept quietly up to the roof, checking to make sure no one was there before going to sit near the edge and stare off into space. She made sure to sit well back from Bel's plants. She looked, well... terrible.


[OOC: Open]

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

After finishing her homework for the week, Dawn went to the common room and decided to indulge herself. She had a bowl of rainbow sherbet and was flipping through channels.

Oooh, kittens! Or, well, lions, but baby ones. She watched happily, although an occasional "awww, kitty..." escaped.


[ooc: Open for all your non-emorific needs!]

In a tree outside the dorms, Saturday Afternoon-Evening

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy had found a sturdy branch and probably wouldn't be moving on his own for quite a while.

"..."

5th floor common room, Saturday morning.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was in a good mood. Berthold was hungry. This was the reason for a pancake experiment taking place in the kitchen, as River tried to teach herself to cook this particular dish. The monster sat at her feet covered in his blanket.

Roof, evening

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger was not really affected by the prevailing emo. He was either emo or he wasn't and we wouldn't know until we checked.

So Schrodinger just didn't bother to check.


"//There seems to be some sort of bizzare wave of bad emotion, Herr Major," Schrodinger said in German. "I think there's some sort of other cause.//"

"//Very interesting, Warrant Officer," the voice said from the small screen in front of him. "//What do your instruments say?//"

Schroinger pulled out a small device. "//Er... 145 GGSPL. Whatever that means.//"

"//It means,//" a higher pitched voice said from the screen, "//That there is a higher than usual thaumite count around the island. There may be something there of a supernatural nature that is causing the heightened depressing mood. Possibly a ghost, but no ghost has that kind of range. A demon? I shall consult my records.//"

Schrodinger was staring at a passing butterfly, having tuned the Doc a while ago.

"//Schrodinger!//" the higher voice said.

Schrodinger shook his head. "//I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?//"

"//Keep looking for the source,//" the first voice said. "//And collect a sample if you can.//"

Schrodinger stood up and saluted. "//Jawhol, Major!//"

The video on the screen winked out, leaving Schrodinger on the roof alone, watching the butterfly.

_{[[Schrodinger having a conversation with the screen is okay, but not the content. Nor is his Nazi salute. The roof is open though.]]}