second floor common room ; saturday afternoon

[necroslacker]

Sam didn't know what kind of safe house this was but if it prevented him from getting shot again, he'd take it. He'd been through so much since agreeing to testify against that gang from back home who'd smuggled emeralds, blown up the docks (but they'd quickly been rebuilt, don't worry), kidnapped small children with teddy bears and killed people while laughing.

Evily.

Witnessing those atrocities had gotten him a bullet in the hip and a one way trip into witness relocation. Now, he was here, limping around the common room to try and find something to eat. Every little noise made him jump and every little voice sounded like Little Big Bubba, the leader of the Ducklings.

The names were ironic since the gang was so violent. You know how it was. Sam wasn't even Sam anymore. No one could find out his true identity. Everyone was a weakness. He couldn't be found out. Or he would...DIE!

[Open, of course!]

First Floor Lobby, Saturday Morning/Afternoon

[wasthecuteone]

Petra, dressed in her beloved gold lamé jumpsuit, killer gold boots, and a sparkly blue cape¹ she'd whipped together on Bruce's suggestion (plus it made her outfit school colors!) came downstairs pretty early for a weekend to set up at a table in the lobby. And by 'set up' she meant 'drag a chair behind it and make sure there was an outlet so she could plug in her laptop to look at the Miss Universe national costumes, because it was truly the most wonderful time of the year, while she waited for someone to talk to her.' She taped a glittery, colorful sign to the front of the table reading, because she'd decided to just go with it:

SuperPetra!*
For Junior Student Council Representative
I'm Here For YOU!
Tell Me Your Concerns
*No actual superpowers.

She was READY.

"Wow. Miss Bahamas' wings are just like that one kid's...Oh Canada honey no." Wait until she got to Miss Tanzania...


¹Yes, it was costumey. She also thought it was fairly awesome.

((OOC: So very open, although I may be in and out for a bit. Petra is her normal self, as she already is a transgender former boy band member turned pageant queen whose plane crashed on a deserted island where a shady corporation tried to kill her.))

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

[wheeler-360.livejournal.com]

[Subtitle:The Part of Marshall Wheeler Will Now Be Played By Sidney Crosby]


Marshall flopped down on the couch in front of the television, grabbing the remote and hitting play. It was time to watch, dissect, and criticise last night's game!

Not that his coach hadn't already reamed him out for that stupid, stupid play in the third period that almost lost them the game, but when you were the captain and star player, you carried that responsibility. No matter what secrets you were carrying, no matter what was weighing on your mind.

No matter how hard it was to keep your eyes off your teammates in the showers.

But! Now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to sit down, watch last night's first period, and think about how awesome he'd been.


[Like this will surprise anyone. I thought about using hockey icons from Score!, but I couldn't resist recasting as Crosby. ;) ]

2nd Floor Girls' Room, Saturday Night

[life_inshadow]

The powers that be had decided to recast Tara to attract a younger, edgier demographic. The problem was the producers also believed that younger, edgier demographic had the intelligence of soup, and so they'd cast a model who was trying very very hard to act ... and not doing a very good job of it.

Not that backstage silliness was Tara's main concern tonight. Instead, she was standing in front of the girl's bathroom mirror, staring and staring and staring at a plus sign on a little plastic stick.

"Oh no," she said flatly. "It can't be."

[OOC: So open, yes. Tara is now being played by Allison Harvard.]

Fourth floor common room, Saturday evening

[leavingthenest.livejournal.com]

Today had not been Rapunzel's best day at Fandom. People had been acting strange. Confusing. Even her roommate had said things that didn't make any sense!

And, well, that other thing had happened.

So she was huddled up on the couch, her knees tucked up under her chin and her hair coiled around her like it could protect her from the bad day and trying not to sniffle.