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It wasn't that Cara was choosing to all but live in the gym the past week (barring her last few classes), exactly, but the silence in her room was oppressive, it was the wrong time of year for hunting in the preserve, and she'd learnt her lesson about seeking companionship. So working herself until she was too exhausted to even think was really the only option open to her right now.

And unfortunately for the gym's collection of punching bags, stamina was something Cara had in spades.

[Open!]

Current Mood: lonely

wrongkindofsith

Between one thing and another, Cara hadn't exactly had the greatest night's sleep...or any night's sleep for that matter, which didn't do her already fragile mood much good, and the opinions of a bunch of furry little turncoats hadn't helped either.

So now she was taking it out on the heavy bag in the gym, and as her gloves were tucked into her belt instead of on her hands like they were supposed to be, also her knuckles.

[ooc: open]

Current Mood: moody

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It had been a long day, at the end of a long weekend, at the end of a long week, and so on. So Bruce was pleased enough to take it easy for a night and head to the common room. But that was just a cover for something he really wanted to test.

When Bruce made his contributions to remembering everything back into existence, he cheated in one area and changed one small detail in the dorms. Bruce turned the television on and flipped channels freely.

He won.

That - and the overall return of Fandom, his home reality, his cave, and apparently all other realities - meant that he was even willing to compromise from his habit of watching true crime documentaries by watching a stupid-looking Christmas movie about a con. Why not? Twas the season, after all.

[OOC: TAKE THAT, TV! Ahem. The common room is open, naturally.]

wrongkindofsith

Cara's usual post-radio routine was to head back to bed for a few more hours sleep, but today she'd gone straight to the salle and begun running through forms, the calming sting of her agiels against her palms serving to keep her focused.

She wasn't sure how long exactly she'd been at it, though it had been more than long enough that even her teeth were throbbing in time with the agiel's touch, and the practice dummy she was using looked considerably worse for wear. It didn't really matter though, it wasn't like she had classes today.

[Open, as salles are.]

Current Mood: working

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was in the common room with a book and a pile of socks. Next to the socks was a sign.
FREE SOCKS
FRESHLY LAUNDERED

You see, Bruce had finally finished his laundry after the recent... unpleasantness with the laundry machines. But when he pulled them out, all of the socks were argyle in various sizes. Did machines change them? Were they secretly argyle all along and were just pretending to be single toned socks that fit Bruce? Did gremlins switch them mid-wash? Bruce didn't know, and buying new socks, throwing them in the same machine, and watching from a hidden location didn't reveal anything useful.

So screw it, he was just going to get more new socks and give these away. Because Bruce Wayne didn't wear argyle socks. Just... no.

[OOC: Inspiration for the post taken from

momslilassassin. Open CR, naturally. Take the socks.]

wrongkindofsith

Even though she'd tried to be good and stay in the one place yesterday, Cara'd found it far too stuffy indoors this morning, and besides, her dress was more than warm enough even for cooler weather. So she'd hunted through the cupboard indoors for something edible (which didn't require cooking), and after eventually finding some bread and cheese in a big, white box, she'd come out here.

Currently she was sitting on the edge of the deck, legs dangling off the side while she ate her breakfast.

[ooc: open as a deck is.]

Current Mood: good

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Kicking that fake goat in class yesterday had felt good. Kicking the punching bag repeatedly felt better, mainly because Bruce knew it was actually solid and not just some solid-seeming hologram. (Not that he would have kicked a real goat in the face, unless the goat started it.) Really, that was the end result of his more anti-social feelings most of the week. When you didn't feel much like dealing with people, you could just deal with an inanimate object that you could hit as hard as you could. And after that, normalcy could be achieved once again.

After a while, he was almost feeling relatively chipper! But he would be able to fake it way before then.

[OOC: I'm up way too early. Why not post? Open gym, with the warning that I'll be spotty later in the morning.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

While the student council races seemed to be starting up, Bruce had done his best to ignore them as he went about the day. It wasn't easy - there was a cupcake waiting for him this morning, then posters on the way to the gym and even some in the bathroom. But for the most part, he just spent the day training as much as he could while ignoring everything else going on.

But doing that all day led to some exhaustion, and even Bruce needed a break. The television seemed to be taunting him a little, though, as it showed episodes of Hoarders. Yes, yes, he had an area in a hidden cave where he was keeping some personal trophies from his time in Fandom, including things that had virtually no significance, even to him. That didn't mean he was a hoarder, A&E. It just meant that he was nostalgic.

He could stop any time he wanted. And he would, too! Just not now.

[OOC: Open CR, of course. I think I really wanted to post all three guys today.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was not in a particularly good mood. Yesterday morning, he was assaulted and knocked out by monster deer. He wasn't sure yet how he survived that, but he woke up in a storage closet in the joke shop, Who's There?, later that afternoon. When he woke up, there was a rubber chicken on his head.

By that time, Bruce realized, the town and its people were back to normal, which was unfortunate because he really wanted to hit something. He tried to let it go overnight, but the feeling persisted. So right now he was going to settle for a punching bag. And later on, he might check in at the amusement park right across the causeway and make sure there weren't any corporate mascots that were misbehaving. ~~Really, he was just mad it wasn't a Six Flags for his own corporate synergy.~~

[Open like a gym.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Sure, his first workshop was first period, but that wasn't until 9:00. That gave Bruce plenty of time to start his day with a run around the island while still leaving time for a trip to the gym. After stretching out and warming up, Bruce actually skipped the punching bag, choosing a lower intensity workout before the first day of class he'd had in a while. And it would still be there later for him to beat up using the new moves he'd learned while he was on his vacation.

But for now, he was sticking to an exercise bike. Because a few laps around the island on foot apparently wasn't enough of that kind of thing for Bruce.

[OOC: I've been up for way too long already this morning. I blame technology for this. Open gym is, naturally, open.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

Current Mood: contemplative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

So, there were kids running around the island again. Nathan could only guess that since none of them had found him and called him 'daddy' that this wasn't a repeat of what happened a few months ago. Nathan, for one, was damn fucking glad of that. He'd been a dad, fake or not, too much lately.

Since it was chillier than previous days, Nathan had the hood of his hoodie yanked up and a pair of sunglasses across his eyes while he had himself a lazy smoke on the deck. He'd thought about going up to his room to...well, he didn't know what he'd do but it didn't matter because he didn't go up.

Earlier this morning, he'd sent his mum a quick text with his answer about coming home this summer. He hadn't received a response but he wasn't too worried. She was probably off spending Jeremy's money while he had graphic fucking thoughts about his --

Ugh. He made a face and shook his head, trying to get back to just sitting there and not thinking of a single goddamn thing.

[Open, of course, to people of all sizes]

Current Mood: discontent

wrongkindofsith

Barring spectating on Bruce's battles with the television, on the whole Cara tended to avoid the common rooms. But on those occasional days when she couldn't find something else to distract herself with, sometimes boredom won out. Which was why this morning found her she wandering into the the common room, picking up the remote and poking buttons at random.

~Magical pony, magical pony, magical pony frieeeeends...~

Not taking her eyes off the screen, she sat down on the nearest couch, wondering what exactly was going on with the colourful talking horses.

[ooc: Open common room is open (~~ETA - though I'm not going to be around to answer pings until my morning~~)! Magical Pony Friends = My Little Pony - Friendship is Magic.]

Current Mood: enthralled

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Today was Bruce's birthday, although hardly anyone knew that. He wasn't usually one for birthday celebrations, after all. It just didn't seem the same without his parents. But he was willing to make a slight change to his routine of brooding this time. After all, he was seventeen. He had now officially lived more than half of his life without his parents. And even though the pain of that loss was still as raw as it was when he was a child, he felt he could take the opportunity to embrace something from his youth.

And so Bruce was in the common room, eating some cereal he claimed on his way back to his room last night and watching the old Gray Ghost show on DVD. It was his favorite show when he was a kid. It probably wasn't too surprising that seeing a heroic masked man fight for what was right left a mark on him.

Bruce felt that a tribute to his childhood was probably the beat gift he could possibly give himself. And he could confirm that the Rice Krispies from last night weren't poisoned.

[OOC: Open CR! Come see Bruce be a normal human being for his birthday!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was just planning on spending some time in the common room reading now that his books were back to normal. The second he stepped into the room, a tiny arrow hit the floor by his feet. Then another flew a good eight inches above his head.

Bruce noticed the arrows were coming from a small cherubic creature across the room. "Shoo," Bruce said, half expecting it to be a gremlin in a horrifyingly accurate costume. The mini-cupid shot another arrow that went nowhere near Bruce. So Bruce whipped his book just past the cupid's head to put the fear of himself into it. The cupid scurried off as Bruce retrieved his book.

He didn't give it much more thought as he settled in to read about the history of cricket. But it was still out there somewhere. Lurking. Waiting to shoot someone with an arrow, only it wasn't as deadly as that might sound. Dun dun duuuuuun.

[OOC: I'm taking a road trip to Wisconsin tomorrow to measure a restaurant and hopefully be back at a semi-reasonable time. I need entertainment now to make up for the upcoming boring drive up and back. Please help me.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

When Bruce came out into the common room to do some reading on seventeenth century agrarian societies, he wasn't expecting to find a carton of eggnog next to a snoring gremlin. A quick sniff suggested that whatever the gremlin spiked his nog with, it was very strong.

Bruce could have disposed of the gremlin somehow, but with it right there, he couldn't help but watch it, from a safe distance, of course. He was really curious how a drunken - or by the time it woke up, hungover - gremlin might act. Sue him.

[OOC: I'm bored. Come watch the gremlin! Get bit if you want! I'm not going to stop you from doing that if it's what you want!]

not_tylerdurden

Christmas was always a very ambivalent time for Calvin, attempts at good behaviour spawned from the desire for presents competing with, well, his Calvinness. This year hadn't been as much of a struggle...at least until the snow had started falling.

That had tipped the balance well and truly in the favour of Calvin giving up completely on getting anything but coal (and the odd can of tuna courtesy of Hobbes) in his stocking.

He had been up since the very wee hours, building what he was quite certain was the most awesome snowfort in the history of ever, then stockpiling ammo. As Hobbes kept watch, he carefully patted yet another slushball into shape, waiting for his first unsuspecting victim to make their appearance.

[First thread locked to, um, me, rest of post open. Please come save me from myself.]

Current Mood: productive

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Jack was perfectly okay with forgetting about last week. Unfortunately, his body had other plans. When you were run down from being stuck outside in winter for a few days, there was a good chance you were going to let a cold get to you. That was the case with Jack. He'd slept. He'd eaten. He'd slept some more and now that he was sick of his room again, he moved to the couch in the common room. He had tissues and a blanket and the TV was playing a Christmas show. He wasn't that interested in it, but the remote control was all the way over there and moving wasn't really something he planned on doing for a while.

[OOC: Open of course!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was in an experimental mood. He sat down, turned the TV on, and turned on Project Runway. It worked. He was able to change it to exactly the channel he was trying to. He then tried changing the channel. Nope. No such luck for Bruce Wayne tonight.

[OOC: I'm bored. CR is open. Project Runway is on. Why not?]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

The fall trip didn't start until tomorrow, but Bruce was already completely packed. Honestly, he was probably packed too early and too effectively because, ahem, he found himself having nothing to occupy his time after he finished his morning exercises. This left him in the undesirable position of trying to find something to take up some of his time in the common room. He turned the TV on for the benefit of anyone else who might come in since he had learned that it didn't like him and wouldn't be showing anything he might actually want to watch.

Bruce managed to find a puzzle, flipped all the pieces over, and tried to see if he could put it together without the benefit of a colorful picture to help him. Meanwhile, the TV was stuck on ABC Family, which was showing some cheerleader movies. It's not that he had a problem with cheerleaders, he just had no desire to watch movies about them. Oh well. He'd survived greater tragedies than this.

[OOC: Around until about 11 AM Central, then slow throughout the day. But I'm bored right now, so CR.]

wrongkindofsith

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other.

Which was how she found herself in the Salle, running through forms with a great deal more aggression than was truly necessary.

[Expecting one in particular, but open Salle is open]

Current Mood: moody

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was just going to walk past the common room and back to his dorm after his morning run, but a glance into the room meant that he saw one of the more bizarre sights he'd seen recently. There was a disembodied hand holding the remote control. It was channel surfing. Occasionally it would use the on-screen guide and scroll quickly through that.

As Bruce walked into the common room to investigate more closely, another hand went flying through the air. Out of pure instinct, Bruce raised his hand. The second Thing made solid contact with Bruce's hand, making this the first high five Bruce had ever experienced with a disembodied hand.

A small detail, but Bruce noticed both hands were left hands. It seemed strange to have two lefties in the same room, especially under these circumstances. All this weirdness meant that Bruce needed to take a seat and just observe for a while. He couldn't shake the feeling that the second thing was observing him right back, possibly looking for another excuse to high five. The first one, clearly, was too busy observing the TV.

[OOC: Just saying, if I were a disembodied hand, I would never stop giving high fives. Anyway, I'm up early on a Saturday, why not have an open CR?

ETA: ~~Running off for an hour or so, then~~ pinging will be slowish.]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle wasn't in the best mood, but he'd been in plenty of worse moods. Hiccup and Toothless had left all of a sudden, leaving only a note behind. Marcus was still a raccoon. He hadn't seen much of anyone else lately and with so little to do, the restlessness was building up. The noise of the TV helped, so he had that on in the background while he slowly wrote a letter to his brother. He didn't know whether it would get there, but he felt like testing the limits of the Fandom postal service. The prospect of more people leaving this week didn't make him happy either, but he'd accepted it and was focusing on next semester. He liked the normal school year better than summer and was looking forward to getting stuck into keeping himself busy.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was awake at the crack of dawn for his regular Saturday training. But that was earlier. Now he just wanted to relax. He sat down with a bowl of cereal and turned the TV, unaware of the horror that awaited him.

"The Golf Channel?" he asked himself. "No." When he tried to use the remote to change channels, the buttons were unresponsive. He got up to use the buttons on the TV, but those wouldn't chage either. When he tried turning the TV off, the volume just increased.

Resigned to his fate watching the Golf Channel, Bruce went back to his cereal and wondered if it was early enough on a Saturday morning that nobody would notice if he pulled the TV apart and started messing with the wiring. Probably not. Damn.

[OOC: I'm up early, I'm heading out for the day in like four hours, why not force Batman to watch golf tips and highlights?

Open to morning people but, as I mentioned, I'm out of here at 11 AM Central.]

wrongkindofsith

There was a pretty, pink princess at the main campfire today.

And because even the influence of powerful hallucinogens didn't change things like highly competitive natures, Princess Cara was the prettiest, pinkest princess of them all.

Shy, demure, but ever so chipper, loving, and positive-thinking, she danced lightly around the campfire, requiring only tiny birds or small, fuzzy animals to sing with to complete the picture of perfect ~~Disney~~ princess-hood.

[Open. So very, very open.]

Current Mood: ditzy

abitlegless.livejournal.com

It was quiet on the roof this morning. The plants waved gently in the breeze and all was peaceful.

Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.

They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.

Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.

Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."

[OOC: Open wheeee!]

abitlegless.livejournal.com

"Okay, buddy, check out what I got for you." Hiccup emptied his pockets, and then the tablecloth full of food he'd...acquired from the picnic. "Don't know what any of it is, but it's all good stuff."

They were out of the woods. The people he'd talked to hadn't seemed to see any problems with the dragon, and he had been allowed to bring him, so he'd decided it was safe for Toothless to show his face.

Toothless sniffed at the food, making intermittent purring noises, and started scoffing it down. Hiccup collapsed onto the grass, legs--one real and one wood and metal--stretched out in front of him, glad to be sitting and glad to be out here in the warm sun. "You're going to meet my roommate," he said after a bit, and Toothless' head came up, ears cocked to the side. "You be nice to her, no, you know, bouncing and knocking her over."

An inquiring rumble.

"Yes, I said her. No, I don't know how I'm going to explain it to Astrid in a way that lets me keep the rest of my limbs."

The sound Toothless made was definitely the dragon equivalent of a laugh, and Hiccup rolled his eyes.

[OOC: Expecting the roomie, but totally open if you want to meet, stare at, or whatever the dragon. No slaying!]

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The Gym, Monday Night

The Gym, Monday Afternoon

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

The Salle, Monday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

The Deck, Sunday Morning

The Gym, Saturday morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday night

The Gym, Sunday morning

The Gym, Monday morning

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | June 12

Deck | Afternoon | Sunday | April 17

Fourth Floor Common Room, Early Wednesday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

In Front of the Dorms, Friday Morning

Third Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

The Salle, Sunday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

Fifth Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

Main Campfire, All Day Thursday

The roof, Saturday morning earlyish

The lawn behind the dorms, after the picnic

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