tigerundercover: (Red Raven -- killer)
tigerundercover ([personal profile] tigerundercover) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2014-06-23 01:58 pm

The deck, Monday afternoon

There was little in this world (or her own) that Raven enjoyed more than a proper lazy summer vacation day, and she intended to make full use of the break from workshops. It'd been awhile since she'd taken advantage of the dorm's deck, but she was out in force, this afternoon, sporting a cute little blue strapless suit and a pair of actual, for real sunglasses, sipping iced tea -- she had a whole pitcher, if anyone wanted to share -- and generally enjoying the warm air.

Okay, so it was actually kind of cloudy, today. And Charles had sent her a giant stack of books, which he was fussing about getting her opinion on -- though why he thought she'd want to read Bradbury or Burroughs when there were future books she could be reading, she wasn't sure -- so she was doing a bit less sunbathing than flipping disconsolately through a book about book burning, of all things, but the spirit of it remained the same.

She'd get her revenge. She was already planning the care package, full of dub-step and softcore housewife porn. And maybe some Margaret Atwood, just so he didn't think living in the future was totally rotting her brain.

[dorms needed more posts. Open.]

[identity profile] not-called-icky.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ichabod had also decided that this was a good day for reading a book out of doors. Approaching the deck he noticed someone already there, and when he got close enough to recognize Raven he also saw that she was wearing next to nothing!

Ichabod blinked, unsure where to look, but doing his best not to stare at the young lady.

"Miss Raven!" he greeted nervously. "I see we have come to the same conclusion as to the best way to spend the day."

[identity profile] not-called-icky.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Never tell him that, Raven.

Ichabod's gaze quickly moved to the pitcher. "Y-yes, please," he replied. Judging from Raven's behaviour, her costume was a perfectly normal one here, and so he decided to do his best to act as if he saw nothing strange with it. He pulled a deck chair up next to her, but not too close, and facing the sea.

[identity profile] not-called-icky.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He showed her the book. "A history of the 18th century," Ichabod said. "Quite intriguing to read about one's own time in the future. What about yourself?"

He was glad to move to the topic of reading, which could distract from modern fashion.

[identity profile] not-called-icky.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Obviously I am not familiar with it," Ichabod replied, adding with sincere interest: "What is your opinion on it? And yes, I believe time travel shall never cease to offer intriguing perspectives on ones own time."

[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Will had gone for a long, long run around the island and had spent the last little while cooling down and stretching. Now, coming back to the dorms, he detoured towards the deck.

"You look like you're enjoying the weather," he said by way of greeting. "Though, I'd probably avoid the books if I were in your shoes but still."

He smiled easily.

[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I like books too but I don't tend to read them outside," he explained. "I like to run or swim or something else when I'm outside. Save the reading for when I'm inside. Seems like an indoor activity to me."

[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's an easy way to get a sunburn," Will quipped, taking a seat and stretching out. "And then you're gonna be red and sore and lying around in the sun. That's when I'd move inside and read books."

He was just teasing.

[identity profile] notaweenie.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Oblivious to Raven's dubstep plans and the fact that she was wearing a swimsuit, Barry had come to the deck to work on his wallet sized solar battery.

"Hey Raven," he said absently as he sat down and started tinkering. "What's the good word for the day?"

[identity profile] notaweenie.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah. I dropped this earlier so I'm trying to recharge it without it fucking exploding on me," Barry said nonchalantly. "Enjoying your week off from classes so far?"

[identity profile] notaweenie.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh don't be such a wimp Raven!

"Well if I start screaming and running you'll know if you have anything to fucking worry about," Barry said looking up with a smirk.

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[identity profile] likes-ducklings.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Rapunzel scampered out to the deck today, hair dragging behind her and sketchbook in arm, and paused when she saw Raven.

She frowned, then looked around. "Are you going swimming?"

Look how she was using her context clues! Good job, Rapunzel!

[identity profile] likes-ducklings.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sunbathing," Rapunzel repeated curiously, frowning a little in thought before contentedly flopping into a deck chair. "Do you mind having company while you sunbathe? I was gonna sit out here and draw, but if I'm a bother I can go away!"

Sunbathing did not seem to be a private activity, like regular bathing, but Rapunzel figured she ought to check all the same.

[identity profile] likes-ducklings.livejournal.com 2014-06-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know yet," Rapunzel said cheerily. "Maybe a bird? I got lucky the other day and there was a butterfly close enough to sketch a little -- they hardly ever flew high enough that I could see them at home. If all else fails I might sketch you, unless that's weird."

(She'd already drawn Raven a couple times, when Rapunzel had first arrived, so she really hoped it wasn't weird.)