Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Morning]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.



[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

It hadn't taken too long for Warren to figure out how to navigate the second floor common room, and he'd managed to scrounge up some crayons and blank paper to set onto a table for his unexpected roommate.

That accomplished, he was going to leave her to her own devices now, with Saturday morning cartoons on the TV in the background. They were, he figured, excellent diversions to spare him from having to babysit, and with her out here, there was no chance of that kitten eating her while he fled for his sanity's sake.

"Bye!" she called cheerfully and then, well, Kururu had crayons. And paper! And she was doing her Very Best to draw rainbows. ... This was harder than it sounded when you were barely taller than the crayon, okay?

It absolutely wasn't going to stop her from trying! Let's go!

[Hinata is Kururu from Bottle Fairy, la! Warren has fled the room (and mucho thanks to not_a_parakeet for writing half this post!), Kururu is still there, and the common room is open as such things are!]

6th Floor Kitchen, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Waking up with an insane hairy idiot in his closet had not been Arthur's (or England's or UK's, whatever name you chose to pick) first choice for an agreeable morning. Most upsetting.

He also had no idea where he was, but it was likely he had simply passed out in the pub last night and forgotten about it. Whatever the case, he was peckish. A good breakfast would do him well.

And so he found himself in the kitchen, boiling water for the tea, mixing up dough for the scones and badly burning cooking sausages.

All be warned. The kitchen was full of hazardous materials this morning.

[[ so I seem to hate myself. arthur is now arthur kirkland, anthromorphic representation of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland from Hetalia. post is open. mocking myself has ensued; and i swear i won't mention this again, but he looks exactly like arthur, just with thicker brows and green eyes. hush. ]]

Third Floor Hallway, Saturday Afternoon

[likes_scoundrels]

Leia was not happy. Wherever this place was that she'd awoken in, it wasn't her rooms in the Imperial palace. It wasn't the Imperial palace at all, or even Coruscant.

So now she was stalking from her room and through the halls of the third floor. Someone was going to give her answers. Now.


[Leia is her Sith Lady self from Star Wars: Infinities. Wheee!]

The Roof, Saturday Afternoon

[likethegun]

Lucifer hadn't been surprised when he'd woken up in his vessel - his minions were very good, which is why they were his - but he had been surprised to find himself not in a church, but in a house, with Michael far, far too close for comfort. He'd managed to get out though, and his need to distance himself from his brother had him heading for the first large building he could find. There were quite a lot of people in this dormitory, but Lucifer ignored them all for the time being as he went up to the top floor, and then out to the roof. From here, he could get a better view of where he'd ended up, and try to figure out what happened. This wasn't at all how he'd planned to start out, but once he got his bearings, he was sure he could improvise. He didn't get this far by being an idiot, after all.

[Sam is the Supernatural version of Lucifer, mwahaha. And yes, he's wearing the white suit, because nngghh. Open!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer wasn't totally aware of the wacky events of the day, thanks to having spent most of the day in her room re-reading one of her favorite books.

But now, she was out in the common room making pancakes. Pancakes with chocolate chips. The TV was tuned to another Mythbusters marathon, which managed to entertain Jen without distracting her from the pancake making so they didn't end up burnt.

She'd happily make extra pancakes if anyone stopped in to hang out with her.

[ooc: Open CR!]

The Roof, Saturday Evening

[heromaniac]

As soon as it was dark, Blossom was on the roof.

Yes, she knew now that it wasn't her Fandom, and there weren't any vampires out there to save people from, but habits were hard to break. Plus she wanted to be... just... somewhere she was supposed to be. So, here she was, on roof patrol, staring out at a Fandom she never knew.

She didn't really feel a need to help the town or the island. It was always the people she'd worried about. And they were all back somewhere she could get to, even if they maybe did somehow need her for something. A part of her hoped that the Momoko from here was at that other Fandom, but she felt bad wishing that on someone else.

She stared out at the twinkling lights of the buildings that she knew only as places to find supplies, bodies, or vampires, but that here were apparently full of happy, unafraid people even though the sun had already set.

She didn't miss her Fandom one bit, but she did wish she'd been asked where she wanted to go if the island was going to kick her off.


[Open :) ]