Second Floor Common Room of Awesome, Friday Night

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack? Was so bored. Very very bored. He'd already turned one couch into a fort, and now he was playing The Floor Is Lava, trying to get over to the kitchenette to scrounge up some pizza for Fort Burton.

[Open!]

Second Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

The Lawns, Saturday after breakfast

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Now that Sky, alias Uberman, had been filled with a nice breakfast of pancakes, there were important matters to take care of.

Like fighting off invisible villains.

"Ha! Gotcha with my 'splodey baseball!" he crowed, tossing a tiny plastic ball at what he imagined was the wicked Space Turkey. "And I getcha 'gain if you come back! Uberman never gives up, an' he always beats the bad guys!" He spread his arms and ran in circles, pretending to fly, his red towel "cape" fluttering behind him.

"Here comes Uberman, to save the day..."

[Open for both the wee and the normal-sized to play! ... And no, I have no idea where I pulled Space Turkey from. My nether regions, I expect.]

3rd Floor Common Room: Saturday afternoon [3-29-08]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana had pulled out paper and crayons and markers and scissors and glue. She'd even found some stickers and glitter. Now she was busily coloring away at the coffee table. There were cartoons on the TV and she was humming happily, tongue sticking out as she concentrated on what she was doing.


[Open!]

4th floor common room, Sat afternoon

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

Peter had gotten up late, which was strange since usually his nanny had him out of bed before noon. But sleeping in was fun, so Peter didn't mind.

Peter also didn't mind how he was able to get to the kitchen in the common room and help himself to sugar cereal. He poured himself a big bowl, barely waved the milk near it, and settled in to try to find cartoons on TV.

Throw in nobody lecturing him about having to act in a proper manner and this was shaping up to be the best Saturday ever.

[ooooooopen]

The Roof, Saturday Evening

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

As 'she'd' promised the little girl, Makoto was up on the roof the moment it got dark and spent a bit of time getting the blankets set up and making sure the hot chocolate was ready.

And, yes, Makoto had remembered the marshmallows.

Settling down on the blankets, 'she' waited to see who'd show up. There was plenty to go around.

[Open as a roof is!]

5th floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

It was breakfast time, as far as this weetiny alien was concerned, and that meant fixing his own. As usual.

He was in the kitchen, trying to reach up to a counter designed for taller people than him and make pancakes.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Early Evening

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

The Salle, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan had gotten his sword out of the weapons locker, and was bouncing around the Salle waving the foam blade around. "Tebbury do gortram!" he called.

Which, in his mind, was totally a spell to turn someone into a toad.

[*pats the wee Ronan* Open like an open thing!]

First Floor Lobby: Saturday Night

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.

So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.

"DIE!"

*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*

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