http://takingthedayoff.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] takingthedayoff.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-01-06 02:03 pm

3rd Floor Common Room - Late, Late Night, Saturday

It was Saturday. What was the point of sleeping on a Saturday night when that's what you could use Sunday for? It wasn't like they had classes until Monday. That was Ferris' reasoning for being up unreasonably late, dressed in his bathrobe, and in the 3rd floor common room. The TV wasn't on in case the people next door wanted to sleep. Besides, he was busy turning the room into one giant blanket and pillow fort. This activity was much quieter and still managed to fulfil his need for controlled chaos.

Plus, sometimes Ferris was a big kid.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice bathrobe," Jamie said wandering into the CR to see if there was any free food around. "Ooo... Is it pillow fort time?"

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not an every day occurence," Jamie said quickly stamping his foot and creating a dupe.

"Go steal something from other rooms," he ordered before turning back to Ferris. "Though what we really need is pizza. Pizza and pillow forts."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Dawn was already in her pajamas (flannel with feet, since it was freezing out), but mostly because she'd never gotten out of them that morning. "Need more blankets?"

Who cared that she didn't know him?

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Dawn Summers," she shook it. "How do you feel about bridges and hammocks in your forts? I'm partial to them, but they require more pillows and a degree in engineering so they don't fall over."

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. Am I the only one not wearing pajamas?" Jamie asked. "Because I don't want to be the only odd man out."

[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe?" Dawn glanced from herself to Ferris, then back at Jamie. "If you're the odd man out, can't you just make another you, and be all evened up?"

Sometimes she was a little too literal.

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Alex was still up, even if it was late. Hey, it was a Saturday, she didn't need to be asleep yet.

Clad in her pajamas (http://pics.livejournal.com/stylin_wizard/pic/00002ht1) and slippers (http://pics.livejournal.com/stylin_wizard/pic/00003ae5), she made her way to the common room.

"Whoa, nice!" she admired the work he was doing. Hey, forts were cool. She just wouldn't ever admit that to her brothers.

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," Alex grinned, amused. "Oh, right. Be right back, then."

She made it back to her room and grabbed her blanket that happened to be hanging on the edge of the bed, and hightailed it back to the common room.

"Will this work?" She offered up the blanket to him.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey new girl!" Jamie said with a friendly wave. "Cost for admission is pizza."

[identity profile] stylin-wizard.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi," Alex laughed and waved back. "Oh, it is? Dang, I don't have any with me." Maybe she could conjure one up?
smartestone: (in the common room)

[personal profile] smartestone 2008-01-06 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hermione had been trying to get herself organized for the coming week, which was why she had completely lost track of time, and why she ended up in the common room far too late.

"That's..." she began, and sighed. "I don't think that's really the proper use for any of those things."

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Jamie looked over at Hermione and grinned. "Hey everyone! Granger's here to show off her new tattoo!"
smartestone: (eyeroll)

[personal profile] smartestone 2008-01-06 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't have a tattoo. Anyone who knows me can tell you that without needing proof," she said.

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"Hermione Granger, would-be prefect," she said, almost using that as a warning, but she shook his hand. "Why are you building a fort?"

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[identity profile] halfshell-hero.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Mikey was back in Fandom! This made him happy! And a happy Mikey rarely slept at night! So he was out looking for people to meet, as there were newbies about! He was also using copious amounts of exclamation points in his narrative!

"Dude! Pillow forts? Totally awesome!"

Sometimes, Michelangelo had a funny way of forgetting that he was a giant, walking, talking turtle.

[identity profile] halfshell-hero.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mikey caught the pillow and grinned a little more as he bounced over to the fort.

"I totally do, dude! The name's Michelangelo, but everyone calls me Mikey. Easier to spell. You must be new here, man?"

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
One of the ramparts was walked into by a rather raggedly-dressed young man with his nose stuck firmly in a book. He stopped, moved slowly to go around it, and then looked up to see if he could find a place to sit. His eyes settled on Ferris instead.

"What're you doing?"

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
"And what will your fort be keeping out?"

It seemed the most important question to him.