Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was... distracting himself from three goodbyes already said this week.

Thus? Mashed potato sculpting. It was therapeutic. First you have to mash them, which is all kinds of cathartic squishiness. Then you have to create something more interesting than Devil's Tower.

Currently Walter had an absolutely horrid representation of Parliament. The building, not the funkaliciousness.

Lobby: Thursday, All Day (Except Fifth Period): Cookie Table

[the_merriest]

Okay, so: she'd made several dozen cookies last night, and she had actually followed the recipes for once instead of just making things up as she went along. So they weren't, say, Surprise Cookies, but they should be edible, which ... surprise cookies sometimes weren't.

Rikku got a table and set out the cookies - some chocolate chip, some of the peanut butter kind with the fork-marks on top, and some oatmeal raisin - and pulled up a chair. And behind her, she hung the sign she had made.

( really long sign )

See, this is why she put the note in the paper. Because she wasn't so great at signs.

She sat down and waited for people to come by. And take some cookies.


[so very, very open! harass Rikku, take some cookies, or both]

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday After Classes

[chasingangela]

After her Sociology of Space Travel class, Angela came back to Room 304 to unwind. Idly, she began to pour the glitter she had bought from Turtle from one hand to the other, watching it glint in the late-afternoon sun.

A moment later, her eyes popped open wider. //Well, THIS won't do,// Marie Antoinette said, in Austrian-accented French, as she looked down at Angela's t-shirt and overalls.

It was uncivilized, getting dressed without a maid, but the princess was resourceful under pressure. She pulled on the most elaborate dress and highest heels she could find (last year's prom outfit), piled her hair on top of her head, and went in search of anyone who could get her back to Versailles.

She got as far as the Common Room before being distracted by a soap opera on the TV -- it was like an opera, only tiny and in English and with better music! Which was why, if you were so inclined, you could find the queen of France sprawled on the sofa, eating miniature Butterfingers by the handful while she waited for her toenails to dry.

[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]

5th floor common room - early Thurs eve.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was totally hogging the entire couch. Well, as much as she could since stretching out completely didn't even let her toes touch the other end, but anyway. It had been one heck of a day and lucky for her there was no crazy jackass-ness on her part. Yeah, she'll remember that Dick called her that for awhile.

She was currently channel surfing, "Stupid. Stupid. Okay. Stupid. Scary. Stupid. Naked. Stupid. Okay. Wait...what?" That would be Annette turning back to the naked channel and pretty much boggling at the TV. Thankfully she was alone in the room right now but kept the control real close just in case she had to switch. Or she could feign sleep. Yeah.

"What the crap is that..."

(ooc: open like a common room is. tv nekkidness totally moddable heeee! er, if that makes sense at all whatsoever cause I have no idea what she is watching. totally made it up cause my brain is a little dead. so people who are smarter than me can have fun with it if they so choose.)

Second Floor Common Room [evening]

[keds-champion.livejournal.com]

Pam had spent the afternoon in her room drawing, and, being bored, had drawn a little glue over her sketch and sprinkled it with the glitter Jim had given her.

A short while later, Pam the cocker spaniel went bounding into the common room in search of someone who would feed her! Or play catch! Or scritch behind her ears!

For now, she was curled up on the couch (she was pretty sure that was Not Allowed but no humans were around to stop her) and poking her paw at the little thing that the humans used to make the box light up.

[So, Pam's been glittered. She thinks she's a cocker spaniel. She will act like a dog until the glitter wears off, yes, but she still...is Pam. And very human. Mwahahaha. Open, as common rooms are.]

P.R.A.T.S. - Thursday, 6pm, First Floor Lobby - Fandom Feud!

[ismyhairout.livejournal.com]

Hades didn't know why P.R.A.T.S had turned into a game show extravaganza, but whatever kept the mortals entertained for a while. He had his podium. He didn't care about anything else, except perhaps for his backside which was still tender from being shot with rock salt yesterday.

"Welcome to Fandom Feud, the game show where the answers are completely made up based on polling data. Each team gets a category, then it's up to you to come up with the Top 10 popular answers. You have 60 seconds to shout out the answers to the Top 10. At the end of the 60 seconds, a minute for those of you who can't count that high, we'll get your score. Team with the highest score at the end wins.

I'm guessing the rules are going to be thrown out the window and this'll turn into a yelling match within the first ten minutes, so let's get on with it. Oh, and the Mountie is here to help. Plus whoever else stops by when I can't be bothered talking to you."

[OOC: As always, all welcome. PRATS members should at least have a look-in.]