First Floor Lobby - Saturday Morning

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

When Joan woke up and realized the power was out in the dorms and, judging by the snowfall outside, it wasn't likely to come back on any time soon, her shopping list from the other day suddenly made a whole lot more sense.

She dragged herself and the myriad shopping bags down to the lobby, where she set up a table with booklights (with extra batteries), blankets and candles (with matches).




[Mostly establishy but can be open with SP warning. Booklights, blankets and candles are free for the taking.]

Just outside each Common Room door

[glacial_queen]

Clustered at eye-level (assuming one was about 5'5 anyway) next to each common room door was a small flotilla of floating globes of witchlight, each about the size of a baseball. They were mostly white and yellow globes because they gave off the brightest light, though some light greens and blues and purples were interspersed just because they were pretty. The individual globes weren't terribly bright on their own, about comparable to a medium size flashlight.

They floated around a sign, which said: Free for the taking. Just grab one and it will follow you around all day! (Be warned, they'll probably fade by dawn.

--The Magic Reserves

5th floor common room - Morning

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

Third floor common room [dinnertime]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

As Mat had mentioned a few times, Mat couldn't cook with modern technology. But roasting things over a fire?

That, he could do.

So there he was, bundled in a few layers, roasting a few rabbits over the fire and feeling more homesick than he was willing to admit.

[OOC: Mmm. Small game.]

1st Floor Rec Room, Saturday Afternoon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak and being shut in didn't mix well. He had too much energy. Spending the whole morning indoors had made his fingers and his toes itch, by the time afternoon rolled around he was about ready to go JET-boarding out in the blizzard or something.

It was a very, very rare show of a sort of sense of self-preservation that led him to park his ass in the rec room instead, fire up the fireplace, and snag a handheld to play some racing games. It wasn't quite the same, but.

It'd have to do. Hey, at least it was charged.

[[ ooopen ]]

Fifth floor common room, late-ish Saturday night

[notmyownage]

It was generally just a good idea, when one was trying to create exothermic chemical reactions, to look for a spot with good ventilation and not a whole lot of extra people. She'd considered the roof, but, well, Minnesotans might be used to cold, but that also involved knowing when to stay in from it, so she settled for wiring her desk fan to a couple of lithium batteries and bringing it to an unoccupied common room. She cracked a window, set the fan up to blow outwards, and got to work.

She had vinegar, baking soda, and several bags of salt and vinegar potato chips lined up on the counter, a large pot of water boiling over the fire -- and yeah, she was trying not to think too hard about where the fireplace had come from -- and several varied sizes of heavy duty plastic sacks.

Time to make some homemade chemical heatpacks!

[ooc: open, should anyone else be up and about at this hour!]

Third Floor Common Room / January 16 / Morning

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use questioning it. The island turned her into a man, providing a fireplace was nothing to its incomprehensible magic.

She walked to the fireplace and with a flick of her hand ignited the logs.

The fire burned blue until she was satisfied the room was as warm as she wanted. Azula smirked, perfect. She released the fire and the blue flames faded into the normal weak orange color.

She prepared tea and after steeping the tea Azula sat down and drank. She could tell this was going to be a strange day.



(Open!)