Posted throughout the dorms and town:

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Yep. More fliers.

Inspired by our washing machine brethren, we the coffee machines of Fandom are now throwing off the shackles of tyranny, poorly ground coffee and certain people who use paper towels instead of coffee filters. We take this abuse no more!

Until we are recognized for our contributions to society and the fact we are the best part of waking up, only decaffeinated coffee will be poured from our carafes!

That is unless you sing to us the lauded praises of coffee and/or Juan Valdez.

[ooc: Once again this is purely voluntary. I'm sure there are some coffee machines who aren't in the union. Or there are scab coffee machines.

Either way you can get caffeinated coffee if you smooth talk the coffee pots.]

Fourth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf had an assignment. One that he was not fond of.

However, orders were orders. Even if Cable wasn't technically in Starfleet, he was still his boss and Worf was going to face this challenge straight on.

Even if he did get a weird sense of deja vu whenever he saw Whoopi Goldberg.

[Worf is currently watching the view. This will change when Cal arrives. Open!]

Dorm Laundromat, Tuesday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had seen the notice on the wall, and snickered. "The revolution will be rinse-cycled." Someone was pretty funny.

She changed her opinion about half an hour later, when she came back from playing video games in the rec room to put her clothes in the dryer.

"HEY!" Socks and underwear gone. She stared at the notice on the wall again, and decided that the revolutionary sock-and-underwear thieves were going to pay.

Second floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was perched on the counter again, this time next to the coffee pot. His mohawk was still green from yesterday, but it matched his "I sell crack for the CIA" t-shirt and he didn't want to risk getting dye on his clothes. He had his legs crossed -- never fear, he was wearing pants, no danger of accidental flashing here. And he was talking seemingly to mid-air.

"I'm just saying, man. I totally respect what you're fighting for, but you've got to be careful. Too many of you guys go on strike at the same time and it'll be really hard drumming up the right kind of sympathy for your cause. Plus you're totally risking potential union-limiting legislation. And look what happened to Hoffa. Okay, not what actually happened to Hoffa, but what people think happened to Hoffa. Not that I'm saying you guys have ties to the mob. And, anyway, you got to watch out for the scabs and stuff, undermining what you're trying to say. Are the French presses in the union? These are important questions."

The second floor common room had coffee. Caffeinated, even.

But only if you proved you supported the coffee makers' cause.

[ooc: open!]

Dorm laundry room, Tuesday after classes

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

He found out where to wash his clothes. Now, using the machines was altogether a different matter.

"Hello! Mechanical thing! Ahhh but I've come to get my clothing cleaned!"

Prince Edward stripped down to his royal boxers and shoved his clothes atop the washing machine.

And stared at the pile, perplexed. "Wash!"

More confusion!

He lifted the lid and dropped his clothing inside. "Ahhhhhaaaah! Where is Nathaniel when I need him!"


[Establishy unless you want to run into the senseless boy. ETA: Dinah has been most helpful ah-hah! Thus after the thread with her, he is gone from the laundry room!]

The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

High ground had a lot of uses. Oversight was one of them, and it was one Arthur was greatly in need of. At long last the way up to the roof was his to find, a perch on it for him to take. His arms crossed, he stood and looked down. Thoughtful.

But he wasn't brooding.

Arthur Pendragon did not brood.

Or strut, at that. Mad old bat.

[[ open roof is open! ETA: and arthur's gone after the thread with liir ]]

First Floor Rec Room, evening

[meg-powers.livejournal.com]

Not in the mood to watch TV, Meg wandered down to rec room to try out the piano. Sadly she was not particularly talented and was mostly limited to using one finger to plink out some Christmas carols and TV theme songs.

[open rec room is open]