The roof, rather late Friday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was in a mood. Her therapist was leaving, she'd yelled at Chad for not wanting to talk when God knew she knew how he felt, and the buzz of performing with Teal Dear had left her rather quickly.

So she was on the roof, despite the fact that it wasn't exactly warm out, and she had her guitar. She was picking away at it, occasionally strumming a hard, heavy chord, and trying to think of lyrics.

She was going to write a song if it killed her.

[ooc: it's a roof. they tend to be open. No walls and the like.]

5th Floor Common Room - Saturday morning

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She was almost positive she ate too many gummi bears. Normally she doesn't eat so much candy, but it's like those things were addictive or something. Whatever though, her stomach was not exactly agreeing with her and she woke up and headed to the common room, shuffling along in her fuzzy slippers to make coffee a pot of coffee.

Leaning over the counter, she rested her head on her arms and waited for it to get done. For some reason, her head wasn't feeling too good either. Pouring herself a cup, she added milk and sugar and walked to the couch and curled up in a corner, tucking her legs up. She sipped her coffee and listened to the buzzing in her ears. Annette might have looked a little green.


(ooc: totally open for all your coffee needs, or just, whatever.)

2nd Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

D'anna crawled out of bed (funny, she didn't remember going to bed at all last night) and found that aside from a killer head-ache, she was starving and her fridge was empty. Great. She slipped on some house shoes, puttered out to the common room in her pajamas and began to rummage through the cupboards.

Once she found all that she was looking for, she began to cook breakfast complete with bacon, eggs, mushrooms, peppers, shredded cheddar, basically all the fixin's for omelets with a lovely full pot of coffee, plates filled with buttery toast, and a nice big basket of fresh fruit for the taking.

5th Floor Common Room - Satruday afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

It's lunchtime, Pippi is hungry. She's rather slept through breakfast time...

So?

Pancakes? Or salami sandwich?

Pancakes?

Sandwich?

Decisions decisions...

[ooc: open. Also? GIP! Eeeeee!]

Around the dorms, Saturday

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

A rather somber looking Walter put up posters there as well.

( Poster here )

Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris had a bunch of snacks and the three disc special edition DVDs of Return from the Past aka Back to the Future and its sequels. Yes, he totally considered this doing research.

Cheerleader Try-Outs, Sunday, noon!

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

The gym was set up as it had been for other try-outs. The current cheerleaders were sitting behind desks, pen and paper ready to make judging marks. In front of them were an open space, with a pile of mats to one side in case someone was feeling uncertain of their abilities. There was ample space on the bleachers for an audience to support and/or mock the people trying out.

They would need at least three cheerleaders to replace those graduating this spring.


(ooc: Posted early so people working Sundays (!!!) can get a chance to play too! Wait for OCD is up! Come try out! Show your school spirit!)

Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

[likethegun]

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]