2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Unsurprisingly, Natalie was not really into clubs. Perhaps if there had been some kind of a book club or something, she might have considered it, but as things stood? She hadn't even bothered with going down to the fair. Instead, she was pretending to be social by hanging out in her common room.

Or, she'd come there because she didn't have access to coffee in her room. Either or.

In any case, she'd stayed there, curled up on one of the sofas with a cup of adequate coffee, reading a collection of poetry (Wordsworth, if you were the type to be curious about things like that) and taking neat notes.

There, that was social enough for a Friday afternoon.

[ooc: Open! And sort-of method RP. But without the coffee.]

First floor rec room, Friday evening -- iCarly broadcast!

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam had laid down tarps on the rec room floor and hung more from the walls, today, which couldn't possibly bode well. She was currently setting up two tables on either side of the room and laying out an assortment of warm -- not hot, she'd learned that lesson after the last big Puckett family dinner -- dishes. There was fried chicken, grilled chicken, chicken liver pate. Chicken meatballs, chicken salad, chicken alfredo, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken soup, chicken gravy, pulled chicken, chicken fingers, and even a couple whole roast chickens.

It was really, really, really, really hard for her not to just dig in right away. Everyone should admire the hell out of her restraint.

But, dammit, she was determined to actually get to have a chicken fight on the show, tonight.

[ooc: The post is open and the food smells delightful!]