First Floor Lobby, Thursday

[nottrivial]

Alec was having a very weird week. but there were still prom tickets to sell. With his chin propped up on his hands, he sat at the table in the lobby and did his StuCo-ly duty, while also wondering whether it would be weird to go visit Sparkle later just to make out with him.

Probably. Maybe he'd just go for a run around the island or something instead.

Anyway, PROM TICKET SALES were going on all day, as was voting for the prom court, so get 'em while they were hot.

...Which was probably going to be all day. Sex pollen.

Girls' bathroom- Thursday afternoon

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

So. This was still. going. on.

Call Maddie naive, but she'd thought that letting a de-aged trickster god swipe her V-card might have alleviated some of the, um, problems she was having. Apparently not! Apparently she was stuck with this feeling till it went away for everyone and that was stupid. God.

This wasn't even her first cold (okay, very cool) shower of the day, and while she knew it was probably killing the environment, it made her feel better at least for a little while. Not dirty, by the way, amazingly.

[Open for all your cold shower needs. YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THEM.]

In Front of the Dorms, Thursday Afternoon

[nips-your-nose.livejournal.com]

So, between Karla's suggestion yesterday and radio this morning, Jack had worked out a business plan. It was a pretty simple one, so far as business plans went. After all, he hadn't ever really had much in the way of marketable skills in his lifetime. The plan went as such- First, there was the sign, written on a piece of scavenged cardboard with a dying Sharpie marker. And then there was the wastepaper basket, borrowed from a common room (sorry, fourth floor!) and half-buried in a mound of snow so that it wouldn't blow away.

The sign read, simply:

Feeling Hot? Localized Snowstorms - $5
Hugs From Jack Frost - $5 and Actually Believing in Jack

... With an arrow pointing to the basket, in case people didn't know where to put their money. He wasn't taking any chances here.

His little business all set up, Jack perched himself on a tree bough and waited.

[OOC: Open, but SP for work. I kind of had to.]

The Pool, Thursday Evening

[arsenicmauls]

Okay, hiding out in her room with the A/C cranked wasn't doing a whole lot for Gert. And taking more than one cold shower a day just felt weird. So her new plan was now to hide out in the pool and appreciate the cold water and the chance for some less-than-totally-miserable exercise.

She -- and her admittedly fairly cute bathing suit -- would just be swimming laps now. Like... a lot of laps. Like, almost a worrying amount of laps? Gert was really not having a great week.

[[open pool!]]

Dorm Roof, Thursday Evening

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Still unable to shake the events from last night out of her head, Emily was decided to avoid people at all costs. She had endured the sex pollen madness for all this time relatively well and now she was sort of torn about ruining her record. The fact she was also sort of wishing she could ruin her record was also as good as any other excuse to take the darkness of the roof and hope nobody decided to use the numerous dark corners up there.

This being Fandom though, Emily just hoped she had the time to run before the noise became unbearable. It did seem to be empty at the moment, so she made her way to the edge and sat carefully, trying to leave her mind blank.

It wasn't really working.

[ Open roof! Of course. ]

5th Floor Common Room: Thursday evening

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy was still feeling all... wound up. And for probably the first time in her life she kind of wished she could just find some willing guy and, well, scratch that itch, without worrying about feelings or commitments or anything.

She'd escaped from her room where everything she read seemed to make things worse, but the common room wasn't much better. Every show she switched to just seemed to wind her up more, and when she stumbled on the one with the really good looking vampires, she just couldn't manage to stop watching.

She was expecting pizza to show up momentarily and at this rate, the pizza boy might just get a really interesting tip.



[Open like a common room!]