Sunday, April 1st, 2007

swerval_zero: (sneaky/fleeing Zero)
[personal profile] swerval_zero
It was the weetiny hours of the morning when a group of shadowy figures made their way across campus, pitchforks and torches and cans of spray paint in their hands.. Their hearts were pure, their intentions noble. The tyranny must finally end, and they were the ones to do it. Too long had they toiled without proper recognition (and really, you can only take that for so long before you snap). The lackeys. The also-rans. The sidekicks.

For some bizarre reason, one of them wore a bandanna and spoke in bad pirate, mostly because nobody had the heart to tell Seely that you didn't need to be a pirate to mutiny.

They'd finally snapped under the pressure. At last, today would be the day, the day .... for a mutiny. And possibly some cheery singing!

((I can claim only about five percent of this post. The rest of the credit goes to [livejournal.com profile] ihatedenmark, [livejournal.com profile] time_agent, [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, and [livejournal.com profile] socksofcool. Rise up against your oppressors, my friends, my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Today is the day of our freedom! Mutiny! MUTINY! MUTINY!))
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack had slept in gloriously late. After a cup of coffee, he'd stumbled down to the computer labs clutching another, with the intention of emailing Parker. It seemed safer than phoning, somehow. Not that Parker'd have her phone on anywhere its ring would cause a problem, but hey, in his sleep hungover brain, emailing just seemed to make more sense.

sendin' emails )

After hitting send he tipped his chair back, smirking as he put his feet on the desk and sipped his coffee. If she was around, that last line would definitely get a response.

[ooc: open, of course!]
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com

Isobel had to admit that she was getting a bit bored with Jack.  Yes, his skill was impeccable, but honestly, to need to direct him in every action?  Still, he was here and she was bored. The spell materials were all collected, the telephone calls to Phoebe and Marie had been made.

So she was curled up with him on the couch, letting him put his talented mouth and hands to work.  She'd thought about taking him somewhere more private, but she was savoring the anticipation of having him and Connor together.  Yes, the waiting would definitely make the sex sweeter.  And in the meantime... the boy could definitely kiss.


[OOC: ETA: Open for anyone who wants to come interact with Witch!Lana, just make it after Jack and Sam have left.]

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Trying to fully get back into the swing of things and stop hanging out in his room all the time, Dean was in the common room kitchen cooking up breakfast. He figured even on April Fool's Day free food would draw people out.

Not that he was pranking anyone just yet -- although the thought had crossed his mind. He'd planned his observance of the day for later. It was more sporting that way.

[ooc: open with free breakfast]
[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com

Sunday early afternoon, Annette went busily about putting up birthday posters for Dick. 

On every floor, and in the lobby.


(establishy unless you want to run into her, or something.)
[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
Annette spent her remaining afternoon decorating the common room. Balloons and streamers of various colors were strewn and placed at various vantage points. A table was set up for his cake that she had ordered from J, GOB, along with plates, forks, and napkins and other party snacks. Party favors were placed here and there, and she had set up her stereo, a stack of cd's of anything you want to listen to sitting to the side.

A smaller card table was set up near the door for the door prizes. She had no idea what was in the little bags so don't be blaming her!omg! she had ordered online. They came pre-wrapped and ready to go. She was sure they would be a hit though.

Also was a table set up for his gifts. Along with that, she rearranged the furniture a little to allow for a smallish dance area in case anyone was so inclined. And yes, there was glitter galore in case anyone decided to go shirtless. It was completely allowed.

All she did now was leave a message for Dick, and tell him she was waiting for him. She pushed play on her cd player and Postal Service (the cd Chad picked out for her) started playing. And hopefully soon, others would start to arrive.

(please wait for ocd is up!)

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