Sunday, April 12th, 2009

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com
Well, this was certainly interesting, what with the Prom, the kids, and now this.

"Okay, listen up. Plates are here, sandwiches are here, and one handful of chips. You guys don't get to touch the soda, let me do it," Jack said, laying out all the sandwiches and fixin's for a home-style sandwich breakfast before the hellions decided to tear the place up again. At least they had 'helped' bring the stuff outside without dropping anything.

"Now I know why Dad's never home," he muttered.

"Hey! I heard that! Mooom!" Someone who looked suspiciously like a wee!Burton with four small forehead horns was giving her father A Look.

"Help!" Jack protested, knowing he was not going to win.

[Open! Moddable sandwiches for all!]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
Peace had reigned in room 338 for precious few hours. Said peace was broken at the crack of dawn by a small girl with wings proclaiming "He is Risen, Hallelujah!"

The perils of having a half-angel child on a major Christian holiday.

Which would be why Joan and her children were in the common room at an ungodly early hour, dying Easter Eggs. Gabby had tried insisting on church, but Joan placated her with watching mass on television.




[oh so very open]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.

And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.

The boys were Winchesters after all.
[identity profile] morpherboy.livejournal.com
At some point, Marco had stopped hitting the panic button every ten seconds and was now instead in a nice state of numb acceptance. He was also randomly snapping camera phone pictures. Just because.

Jadie on her part was practicing cartwheeling off of the bed. Fluffy, who was back in Marco's loving care, was trying to mimic her and just tumbling off of the couch.

Marco had also turned on the TV and dragged out his video game collection and console figuring that his fellow classmates deserved a bit of a break.

[ooc: Open!]

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