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Sabine had known what was going on over the weekend but had spent most of it in her warehouse, which shouldn't have children in it, due in part to, you know, the explosives. So today was just a normal day, where she'd come to the roomon room to find a comfortable spot to sketch the things she did see this weekend.

And instead was distracted by the fact that she'd turned on the TV and found it stuck on HGTV no matter what she did. So if you ever wanted to see what the inside of a remote looked like, you're in luck, because now Sabine had to put it back together.

[Open!]

white_oleander

Even if it weren't for the particular way Fandom worked its magic, Astrid would have woken up in a different bed than the one she fell asleep in and not be surprised. She wouldn't be surprised that her mother was no where to be found, either. It happened all the time, and she was just used to it, really. A quick glance out the window showed her that she wasn't in California or Mexico this time. It didn't look like Paris or Amsterdam, either, so...someplace new. And that made her smile a little because new places were exciting, even if she didn't like the snow as much as warm weather and sunshine.

The hostel or whatever it was where they were staying seemed nice, too, but Astrid was hungry, so she got dressed and found the common room, opening up the refrigerator to see what they had available to eat. It was much better stocked than she was used to, as well, so another thrill of excitement went through her as she spotted some eggs, some butter, some cheese. Omelets! Those were easy! She pulled a chair away from the table so that she could use it to help her reach the stove, after digging around for some pots and pans and utensils, and then she got to work.

So nobody mind the seven year old sidled up to the stove on a chair, making herself an omelet. She was actually kind of an expert at this.

[[because apparently I have to post everyone and I finally got a break in work. Open common room is open!! ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

Even though he knew it was just a silly school assignment, one that truthfully didn't have any bearing on anything of any real significance in the world, Sidon couldn't help finding himself wholly dedicated to his little robot baby for Ethics class. Perhaps it was just what happened when you were the product of a war-torn world; his memories of the Calamity were fuzzy, it was true, but there was no denying that he's lost a great deal. All of Hyrule had, and they'd spent decades just trying to rebuild. So new life was precious; every new soul made the hope for the future that much stronger. So he took it seriously, even if he knew deep down it wasn't real. It made him feel better, like he was doing something good, anyway.

Besides, he'd kind of grown a little fond of little Steelquake Hazelburp Gentletoes the Third from the moment he discovered she wouldn't potentially kill him from electrical shock. And in the last twenty four hours, she had quickly become the most spoiled robot baby probably to ever be assigned to a student at this school. He couldn't help it! He wanted to make sure her every little need was met (and not just because the wailing sound they made was really quite terrible). And it wouldn't all be a waste, either, since he planned to ask Miss Syndulla and Mr. Jarrus if they knew of any places on the mainland where he could donate all of Steelquake's things once the assignment was over, so they could then go to another child who might be in need.

He's even taken some time to study up on how humans raised their children, generally, which was a rather broad category, it turned out! But, since he was the parent here, he wanted to make sure she had a good solid Zora upbringing in their short time together, too. And that meant being reared communally, which was why they were going to be spending their time in the common room today, where could set down some blankets and pillows for Steelquake, surrounding her with many of the toys he'd picked up for her, especially the stuffed animals, especially all the ocean themed ones, the fish and the sharks and octopi and crabs, and he certainly hoped Steelquake would have a great love for stories, because stories was what she was getting, eagerly and boldly told with the sea critters dancing in front of her as they became the actors for the marvelous tales he was weaving.

And though it obviously kept her quiet and entertained, it was pretty clear which one of them was enjoying it more.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't Steelquake Hazelburp Gentletoes the Third.

[[fun fact: if you look up the word 'extra' in a Hylian dictionary, it just takes you to a big ol' picture of this guy. Open common room is open!]]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto had had a pretty good day, really. Good, brisk jog around the island earlier in the day, then hit up the gym for some weight training, another jog around before returning to the dorms. Grab a shower, fix his hair, and then it was time to finally give into that appetite he'd worked up nicely and relax with whatever he could find that was good background noise for a few rounds of kicking butt on King's Knight, especially since Gladio finally started playing and he'd really have to rub it in how much of a newb he was on it.

Hey, he didn't get a chance to easily beat Gladio in anything; he had to take advantage of it while he could.

The sandwich he was making, in any case, was going to be pretty epic, too. Huge, the kind you needed three hands and a jaw that you could unhinge to be able to eat it. Nice variety of veg, too, with about half the condiments he could find in the fridge to boot. He'd totally earned it. He grabbed a knife to slice that bad boy in half, then set it carefully in the sink while he went to add a carefully portioned handful of chips to his plate, whipped out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful monster. Satisfied after a few tries with the angles and the lighting, he went to the sink to clean off the knife right away, because it was just smart to not leave sharp knives hanging around in sinks unwashed for people to cut themselves on.

Except that...there was no knife in the sink.

"What?" Prompto asked to no one in particular, since he was alone, blinking at the empty sink. "But it was just...I just put it there!"

So he checked the counter, he checked if he dropped it, he checked under the sink, back by his plate, back in the drawer, but...nothing. No knife. No where.

"I literally just had it!" he remarked again, continuing the check everywhere he'd just checked, thinking maybe he missed it, because where the heck would it have even gone? It had just been there!

"Whaaaat? How? I don't even..."

[[ the case of the mysteriously disappearing knife is literally the only exciting thing happening at work right now. Open! ]]

midichlorianfail

Given how the swoop had become A Project, Theron figured it was in his interest to go back to basics and reacquaint himself with some mechanical fundamentals. To that effect he'd 'borrowed' a small broken engine from work and was stripping it down to see if he could get it running again.

Of course, he hadn't realised how basic he was going back to until he's started taking it apart, this thing was so primitive.

As he worked, his breathing settled into a familiar, meditative pattern.

[Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

Noctis' present for Prompto's birthday had finally come in, and Prompto was in love.

"Hello, there, gorgeous; where have you two been all my life?"

Sure, he had guns. But these were guns. A pair of beautifully crafted, expertly made, stunningly beautiful pistols rescued and swept away from the depths of the Lucian armory and into his hands, and he was just dying to get down to the gun range to see how they handled.

Like a dream, was the short answer. They fit his hand perfectly, like they were made for him, destined for him, the triggers had just the right amount of resistance and weight, nice kickback, easy to aim, good spin on 'em when he finished off a particularly good round of shooting with an absolutely necessary and important little twirl of the guns.

And this cinched it, as he loaded up for another go. This absolutely sealed the deal. This had absolutely been the best birthday ever!

[[ open gun range/salle is oooooopen! ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

One thing that came easily for a race that lived to be hundreds of years old was patience; no need to rush into things when time stretched so long and languid. Still, Sidon had always been a bit different from other Zora in that respect, considered quite impulsive and restless for his kind. And the last week...a week! Such a small unit of time, barely a blink in the grand scheme of it all, and yet, and yet...had certainly felt like a true test for what his limited patience was capable of. He supposed it was a good thing, too, in the long run, that fate had made it that he and Vette's paths did not cross often during the regular course of these weeks; if they did, he didn't know if he could hold himself back and give her the space and time that he felt she needed. Even the things he did to occupy himself through the week--his classes, his work, his training, getting in as much swimming as he could before the inevitable onset of his dry, oceanless winters here--seemed less like distractions and more like inspirations, filling his head with a million different things that would be incredibly difficult not to just bombard her with the next time he saw her.

He was going to insist on that swimming lesson, at the very least; that much he decided, because it also had the benefit of being practical and necessary and also on a deadline, since they didn't have many good outdoor swimming days left.

Or enjoyable, comfortable outdoor days left in general, for that matter, which was why Sidon was planning to spend as much time outside as he could before the weather became unbearable. Today was nice, though, with a cloudy cover that gave him the hope for rain, so he would be loathed to spend too much time inside.

He wasn't doing much more than just standing there, enjoying the fresh air and trying to sort through all the thoughts he'd been putting aside throughout the week, but that was typically what Zora tended to do with all that time they had, anyway.

[[ open deck is open! with work-related slowness that I'm guaranteed to need distraction from ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

There was still some stuff to do for the dance- the trip had really cut into creating some of the pieces- and so Sabine had set things up this evening to finish them up before tomorrow. There were newspapers set on the floor and supplies and paints-mostly blues- set up, and she wouldn't hate help here.

So she sent a text letting some people know where she was, and even if no one showed up she was still pretty happy.

[Feel free to get the text or just walk in, supplies and pieces are moddable. Look, it's an easy way to blue yourself!]

always_someone

Oh look, there was a ghost crab manning the table for the homecoming ticket sales. Norman rather hoped that the interpretive dance that he had done to inform Sidon of this decision so that he wouldn't worry had actually gotten his point across, but there was really no being sure... considering the fact that he was a crab, and all. Anyway, here he was, selling tickets and watching over the ballot box for the homecoming court, like the dutiful little crab that he was.

He was really taking his duties on the student council seriously, apparently.

[ooc: I really didn't think this week though, ahaha...]

white_oleander

"I swear, Sidon," Astrid said, trying very hard not to sigh as she smoothed out a bill on the table where she sat with the Zora Prince and a crab he claimed to be Norman Babcock, "just...let me handle the money, okay? You're getting the bills all damp and then they either crumple up or stick together."

"Which wouldn't be a problem," Sidon offered with an apologetic smile, "if this place considered converting to a non-paper currency. That's the nice thing about rupees; they're hard, so it makes no difference if they get a little wet!"

"That's true," Astrid allowed, "but good luck fitting a pile of rupees into your wallet and into your back pocket."

At which point, Norman scuttled over to hand her another one of the bills, and she nodded. "Thanks, Norman," she said, smoothing that one out and setting it aside to dry with all the others.

And this was her life now. Sitting at table selling homecoming tickets, collecting court ballots, and discussing otherworldly currencies with a giant red shark prince and a ghost crab who used to be a boy. This school certainly had its ways of making her want to just give up on the idea that she'd ever had a grip on sanity to begin with.

[[ two wet bois modded with permission, lol ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Once again, Sabine's stuff had gone missing, and she'd decided it was the day to actually look through the common rooms and see if it was somewhere there somehow. And once she got to the sixth floor, a floor she wasn't even sure she'd realized they had, she found a party set up. There was food, there were drinks, there was music going, there were even vaguely partyish decorations strung up.

But no one was here, and she looked around before getting out her phone and sending a group text to the dorms: Did someone throw a party on the sixth floor and forget to tell anyone? Because there's one waiting up here.

So, maybe she'd wait for people and see if they knew what was up? And anyway, there was free food and drink, so she went to grab a soda, and spotted a familiar symbol on a cap. "Hey, this is mine."

[I Never party! Text sent to everyone who wants it, open to all students!]

intotheout

Another dance, another day spent in the lobby of the dorms selling tickets. Tip had come to kind of enjoy this, mostly for the people watching opportunities.

Bill, on the other hand, kept getting bored and trying to get her to watch his one-billboard water ballet again.

Hey. At least the bubbles were festive?

in_sidon_we_trust

The time for vacation, for relaxation and fun and enjoying oneself, was over; Sidon had fulfilled that part of his promise to Mipha, and now it was time for him to focus on the other part, the part he had been neglecting, the part that was more important than almost anything else, and that was making sure he was ready, making sure he was prepared, for that inevitable moment when Calamity Ganon broke free from his tether to the castle and attempted to wreck his havoc on the broken and devastated Hyrule once again.

They didn't know when it would happen; they had no way of knowing how much time they had. But he did know that he could prepare, even while away, and that meant ensuring his was strong, he was quick, he knew his weapons and had not gotten rusty. So he went down to the salle that afternoon with the intention of training until he could barely move, alternating between trident and sword and bow, on dry land rather than the more comfortable water, because that was where he needed to work on things the most. The odds that the Calamity would strike out conveniently located next to a body of water were slim, even with the vast waterways that laced their way across Hyrule.

He'd brought the Currently-a-Crab Norman with him as well, not with the intention of fighting or sparring with him, of course, but just because he figured Norman would like to get out of the tank and the room for a little bit, enjoy some fresh air and move around, stretch out his claws. "Try not to venture too far, Norman," Sidon noted, grinning as he set down his crabby friend and exchange him for his trident, feeling the weight of it in his hands again and feeling very right about it, really. "I trust you can find your way back, of course, but I imagine the task of stairs would be quite the tricky challenge for you right at this moment."

And then he set, diligent, determined, dedicated, to the training, quite certain he'd be feeling it quite a bit in the morning, but knowing it was worth it, knowing it was necessary.

[[apparently, all my kids want out this morning, which I'm sure means I'm setting myself up to be absolutely slammed at work later. o h w e l l !!! open salle is open; crab!norman modded with permission ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

It was homecoming week, and part of signing up for StuCo specifically because the art should be more than just glitter was that sometimes it meant Sabine would have to sell tickets for a dance she didn't really understand.

Whatever, the banner above the table was better now, and depicted a series of gremlins dancing around the words HOMECOMING DANCE TICKETS. They were outlined in glitter, though, just in case anyone really needed them to be.

And while she was waiting for people to either buy tickets or vote for homecoming court, she was on her phone, trying to look up what any of this stuff even was.

revengenotebook

Paris had caught up on the news, which was why Paris was now camped out in the common room in the most elaborate pillow fort ever constructed, complete with a "NO Y CHROMOSOMES ALLOWED NO I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR WHINING, EVERYTHING IS NOT ABOUT *YOU* ALL THE TIME, MEN, JFC" sign on the door into the area.

She was crouched in the center of the pillow fort, doing her best to make a dent in the ice cream supply of the entire island, and yelling disparaging comments at House Hunters. "No one needs a room just to sunbathe in, Stephen. For God's sake."

[OOC: Where I am spiritually Paris today. So open.]

Current Mood: rage-y

in_sidon_we_trust

The rains continued to fall over Zora's Domain from the newly awaken Vah Ruta; Sidon knew this deep in his heart, as if he could hear the gentle patter of the droplets on the waters of the kingdom. No rain here, it would seem, though he wished there was. It would help him to feel a little bit better if the weather matched his mood a little better. He tried not to so morose, he had hoped his class earlier would distract him well enough, but it was not meant to be. He was having those dreams again, the ones that surfaced every so often, but not so much while he was here except directly after a trip home. Dreams of his sister, but there was...something else there, too, that he couldn't quite place, that was very different from normal, almost a longing, a calling...and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He didn't feel necessarily bad, either, and he almost always felt a sense of doom when those dreams visited him. This time, it was almost a reassurance, like someone was telling him not to be worried, that it would all be okay.

Very strange, indeed.

Going for a swim, it seemed, only seemed to make him remember more, and whatever it was he felt like searching for certainly wasn't there, either. He decided perhaps to settle for a while on the deck, hope a distraction came in the form of other people passing to and fro from the dormitory, and, in case that hope failed, in the pages of an Earth book relevant to his interests to try to work through to pass the time, half-wondering what it could all mean.

[[ oh, lordy, work is testing me today! Open deck is open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Truth be told, Prompto was a little afraid of the dark, which might make it seem a little weird that he'd go up to the roof that evening, as the darkness was just settling in, but there was one thing he'd come to realize about this place, something he should have figured with it not even being on Eos or anything, and that was something he found a little unbelievable and absolutely amazing.

This place had no daemons.

He'd practically ran back to the dorms through the streets of Fandom that first time after his shift at the C.I.C. was over. Sure, the streets were lit well enough, but way out here, without any walls to protect him, he had no idea what to expect. He took his time a little more earlier this week, no one had mentioned anything about being caught in the dark late at night, could this place really not have any?

He figured the roof would be a great place to really scope out any dark places to avoid; if it turned out to be unsafe, he could duck back inside quickly enough, no problem. And if everything was fine, if his theory was right, then he'd get to spend the evening doing something he'd never imagined himself able to do: kick back and look up into a night sky full of stars.

"Amazing!"

It was the little things in life, right?

[[ open! m'boy here was feeling left out, so it's Prompto time! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Yesterday Sabine had gone shopping, marked all her stuff with her symbol because even if it didn't keep anyone from stealing it if she ever saw it she'd know it was hers, and put everything away.

Today she went into the fridge to get a soda and...

"Come on, it hasn't even been a day!"

She was going to have to start making booby traps.

[Open CR!]

always_someone

So, it had come up in conversation last week that Sabine either didn't like or just hadn't really been exposed to any horror movies. Which had kind of surprised Norman - not liking them was one thing, but it was hard to envision a life without ever having seen one before, given just how much of his own life had been spent parked in front of the television watching them himself.

So today, he'd ordered Chinese food (and apparently Ching Tai had messed up the order and sent him triple portions of everything), hauled out his movie collection, and made his way to the third floor common room, where he was perusing his options.

Well... there was Zombie Nation, Lonesome Dead, Doc Zombie, Brain Eater, Space Zombies, or the classic, My Baby Was a Zombie...

Norman grimaced a little as he looked the selection over.

"I really am Gothy Spice."

Sigh.

[OOC: Open common room! Links contain minor cartoon gore on movie posters that are totally ParaNorman canon.]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had spent most of her weekend inside a shop, doing nothing but painting. Which was great, but it also meant she was taking advantage of getting outside for a bit before the weather got terrible. She brought out her sketchbook, then found a place to sit and prop her feet up to just do some random sketching. Which maybe turned out to be less random and more inspired by last week's trip and Iris' shop, once she got into it.

Considering how busy she seemed to be lately, this was just a nice, calm way to spend some time.

[Open! So bored! Feels so late in the day!]

that_oldsaying

Her toys had asked her, very politely, to not practice her violin that night. Since she'd already done so with her Papa Jono earlier that day, she'd agreed and left them to their own devices and wandered down to the common room.

She was sort of hungry, but couldn't decide what to eat, so after pondering that for a bit, she turned on the television, flopped on a couch, and after a while started playing on her laptop.

Well, not playing, not exactly, but rather reading up more on the Hunter Exams.

They were kind of important and… not really that far away.

[Open, yo!]

not_of_the_nora

The weather had gotten drearier over the past few weeks, and that suited Aloy just fine. Too much sunshine wasn't good for the land - regardless of what the people of this time did to keep the food and drinks flowing freely.

No, a rainy morning was fine. She'd been tinkering on something that might be a step towards plugging herself into the portal system for a while now. She took the device, a mess of wires and two skillfully autopsied phones, and sat down with it on the porch.

Her Focus was on, showing her a multitude of facts about the device she was working on, and helping her block out the world.

Tinker, tinker...

[[ open! ]]

hourtohour_notetonote

"Yes, Mom, I promise that I'm eating breakfast. Most important meal of the day, I know." Simon propped his phone against his shoulder and shifted his pizza boxes to one hand, leaving his other free to open the common room door. "And lunch, and supper. The food's actually pretty okay, and there's a bunch of places in town, too."

... Not that Simon had explored much yet, but he forgave himself for taking a week of mostly only leaving the room for classes while processing the fact that the island was... what it was. He still didn't have answers, but he was pretty sure he could face the weirdness at this point.

"I'm totally making friends! My roommate's awesome. Tip's really had some great advice for getting my feet under me here. And the school assigns 'big siblings', too, to show us the ropes."

He dropped the pizzas onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, reaching for the TV remote. "Love you, too, Mom. Look, I've gotta run, okay? I promise, I'll call again later this week. Uh huh, uh huh. Tell Dad and Nora I love them. Bye, Mom." ... "... Bye, Mom." ... ... "... BYE, MOM."

Simon chuckled to himself as he ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket before lifting the lid of the first box of pizza and grabbing a slice.

There was plenty for everyone, because Simon figured: what better way to make friends than with food?

hashtag_chocobro

The rainy weather had put a damper (Ha! Get it?) on Prompto's plans for another good jog around the island, which he wasn't too broken-hearted about, believe him on that, but he wasn't going to let being in a new place sway him into breaking all the good habits he'd built up over the years. He went down to the gym instead, got in some time with some weights, a punching bag, and more than a little bit of time with his own reflection in the mirror. What? Even he had to admit he'd come a long way from the sad, lonely chubby kid he used to be.

After the gym, he hit the showers, and then meandered over to the common room to whip up the peanut butter chocolate protein shake he'd been practically dreaming about since he'd brought it up at his cooking class earlier that week, filled his glass, and then went to crash on the couch.

"Alright!" he said, obviously to no one in particular since he was, at that point, by himself, getting comfortable, lying in a way so that one leg danged off the side of the couch, the other off the arm of it. "Now it's time to chillax!"

Which generally involved texting Noctis and beating his butt in King's Knight.

[[ open common room is ooooopeeeeen!]]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was bored, today. She'd done all of her wandering around town yesterday, just getting a feel for a bunch of businesses she couldn't begin to guess at the purpose of, getting herself a job with the solid-looking human guy who had congratulated her for giving Bus Driver a difficult time. Yesterday had been productive.

Today...

Well, she'd parked herself in the common room, stolen a box of some kind of cereal from the cupboard, and was munching idly on slightly stale chocolate-frosted sugar bombs, the Aurebesh-to-High-Galactic key that Kaidan had given her on the coffee table in front of her as she used it to translate the cereal box.

"Caution, may contain fiber...?"

Earth definitely valued their healthy foods, didn't they?

"Ooo, there's a prize inside!"

And that was the cereal box, being up-ended into the biggest bowl in the cupboards. Vette was totally going to wear that bomb-shaped whistle toy with pride, okay. This was her first successful treasure hunt in weeks.

[OOC: Open! Possible SP here and there for work, but pff, like that ever stopped me before.]

seriesofbaddecisions

After class and training, Sabine had gone and done some shopping, then put everything away in the common room kitchen, putting her firebird on all her stuff in marker. Not that she didn't trust you people, but she didn't trust you people. Her entire plan for the night going forward was very much that of a teenager left on their own: ice cream for dinner and trashy TV.

And then when she looked up from grabbing a spoon, she spotted the gremlin on the counter.

She froze, waiting to see what it was going to do. She'd gotten thicker gloves since dealing with the bitey things at Hera's, so she was probably okay, but she wasn't positive.

The gremlin, meanwhile, also froze, waiting on her.

Sabine backed away slowly, with her spoon and ice cream, and slowly backed away towards the couch, eyes on the gremlin the whole time. It didn't move the entire time, and she sat down without any problem.

She was still looking back occasionally to make sure the gremlin was right where she could see it, though.

[dorms two days in a row! Open CR!]

unusual_sith

Lana had settled in, gotten the lay of the land, and gone shopping for clothes. Now she was sitting on the deck attached to the dormitory and meditating, determining her first impressions of the place and people and what it all meant.

To anyone not Force-sensitive, it would probably appear she was kneeling, her head bowed. To anyone Force-sensitive, well, there was a well of feeling around her, hatred and fear strong as she worked on connecting to the local currents.

This might take some time.

[OOC: Open deck!]

thatwaslucky

It was Rey's last night in the dorms. She didn't have much to pack up, and the one suitcase she was allowing herself to bring with her had been mostly packed for a week. There wasn't much to do now, besides relax.

Which meant ordering one pizza that turned into way too many actually being delivered. As far as Rey was concerned, this was the real perk of Fandom.

There was pizza to share, though she'd happily take what leftovers she could tomorrow, and she was flipping through channels to see what was worth her time. If this was her last night here she might as well spend it comfortable and doing something mindless so she didn't have to think about anything.

[Some work SP but open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

As usual, Sidon had made arrangement to return to Zora's Domain during the interval between semesters; as much as he loved the island, living on land was so strange and he couldn't help be homesick quite frequently. It would be good to return for a while, and this time by himself so he could simply enjoy being with his people without entertaining his friends, as wonderful as it had been to have them there last time. Besides, his last correspondence with Muzu sounded...a bit troubled. Vah Ruta was...acting strangely, he said, though Sidon wasn't entirely certain what that could mean. Whatever it was, though, perhaps it was best if he could focus on that.

It never took him long to get ready, considering he didn't ever have much to pack, though he did have a small satchel filled with small gifts for his people, nothing special, just toys and trinkets, especially for the little hatchlings. But he still had some time before his portal was ready and he hated being cooped up inside the dorms, especially now that he was feeling anxious and excited. So he was waiting outside on the deck for a little while, contemplating a swim but not wanting to wind up dripping water all over the Portalocity Office floor.

Thankfully, he did have a small puzzle toy that had caught his attention with its bright colors, but those colors, he realized, were quite the lure into a rather complicated and frustrating mess. He'd heard tales of the Ancients making complex puzzles within Shrines for heroes to solve, but if they were even remotely as difficult as this on, why, then, he wondered how Ancient heroes managed to get anything done at all!

[[open! save me from work]]

thatwaslucky

Rey was just going about her day, heading down the hallway from her room, when she saw Fosse up ahead, washing the floor.

She nodded hello, but otherwise was going to keep walking... and then he shook his hands at her, and paused, like he expected her to, too.

Confused, Rey stopped, and finally, awkwardly, waved her hands back.

Fosse then did some movement with his arms, and waited.

"I'm pretty sure I know what you're doing but there's somewhere I really need to be," she tried.

But he was still in her way, so Rey sighed, and did it right back at him.

Looks like today Rey was going to learn what a shuffle-ball-change was.

[Yeah, the summer activities jinxed her. No regrets, Open.]

thatwaslucky

Rey had more clothes here than she did back home, but not enough that she felt she could afford clothes covered in dye. So after the obstacle course, and a hot shower to get herself clean, it was down to the laundry room to do the same for her clothes.

Currently she was sitting atop the unused dryer, looking perfectly fine waiting. At least until she went to toe her wet hair up, and cane away with dye on her hand again from somewhere. "Oh, come on!"

[I had to check that there was a laundry room! Open!]

white_oleander

To hear her mother tell of it, Astrid never had a father. Deifying herself, Ingrid likened her daughter to Athena, sprung forth from her forehead like she was none other than Zeus. Astrid, of course, knew that wasn't even remotely true, nor did she expect that her mother thought she'd ever believe it. If anything, there was her birth certificate, naming the male part of her chromosomes as Klaus Anders, born in Copenhagen, Demark, residing in Venice Beach, California.

And then there was a photograph, though that was something of a secret Astrid wasn't supposed to have discovered. Tucked away in one of her mother's books of poetry, Windward Avenue, a Polaroid of them at a beachside cafe, with a bunch of other people who'd looked like they'd all come off in the beach - tanned, long-haired people wearing beads, the table covered with beer bottles. Klaus had his arm over the back of Ingrid's chair, careless and proprietary. They looked, to her, like they were sitting in a special patch of sunlight, an aura of beauty around them. They could have been brother and sister. A leonine blond with sensual lips, he smiled all the way and his eyes turned up at the corners. Neither of Astrid nor her mother smiled like that.

The picture and the birth certificate were all she had of him, that and the question mark in her genetic code, all that she didn't know about herself. Mostly, she just wondered what he would think of her. If they'd ever crossed paths. If one day, they'd meet. If one day, when she was a famous artist, he'd see her work and be struck in ways he could never quite understand. Or if he'd instinctively know that was the mark of his own flesh and blood.

Usually, Ingrid wouldn't allow dwelling on such sentimental things. But without her there, being both motherless and fatherless this year, all Astrid could do was dwell, up on the roof again as she'd felt it had the best track record for moping so far, running her thumb over the picture, over Klaus's face, as if trying to remember it, so she'd know and maybe he'd know if they ever truly did pass each other by.

[[ like I can refuse a good chance for a dramatic mopey post! slightly cribbed from chapter seven of Janet Fitch's White Oleander; open roof is open!]]

white_oleander

Armed with a new sketchbook that she'd bartered for at the store, knowledge of access to the dormitory roof, and the three letters she'd received from her mother (had it really only been about a month since she left California? It was starting to feel like a lifetime ago, like maybe that had been the dream and this was just her awakening to her own madness), Astrid finally set to the daunting task of writing back. She'd been putting it off for a multitude of reasons, the majority of them being not knowing even where to start and the certainty that, no matter where she started, it would never be good enough to truly convey what her first month here had been like.

But it was a good day for pouring out her feelings, even if she knew she'd already be cautious about what she shared what she kept to herself. She bit her lip, sharpened her pencil a little bit more, and then began, recreating the boat she'd painted on her wall in the corner like a stationary header (from the desk of Astrid Magnussen), and once she started, it suddenly became difficult to stop.

Starting had always been the hardest part, after all.

[[open!]]

white_oleander

Astrid was very deliberately, very intentionally not going to her Zoology workshop today. She'd given the matter a lot of thought...too much thought, really...and she'd even spent hours trying to work it out through sketches, dozens of recreations of the fantastic barren landscape presented to them last week. But she still couldn't untangle the knot that Jenkins's words had put in her stomach, especially once she realized she was in a situation where she really couldn't win. Still, she figured, if he was going to act like it was such a bad thing that she only came to class because she was expected to, then she was stubborn enough to just not go. Which was ironic, because she actually did want to go now. Not for the class itself, but just to see what incredible world the Danger Shop would present them with that week. She'd gotten so much inspiration out of that last one that a restless part of her desperately wanted to go and soak up another one, but, no, she'd made up her mind, she wasn't going, maybe she'd go next week, but she hadn't decided and if she did go, it would just be for the artistic inspiration.

So she returned to the dorms after Arts & Crafts, went up to her room to snag a book, and then went down to the deck to have a seat and do some reading instead. But she grabbed one of Tip's recommendations from the pile she'd borrowed from the library instead of one of the titles on her mother's extensive reading list, because, apparently, once she started rebelling, she could clearly not be contained.

The sky looked like it might be threatening rain, but Astrid was willing to hedge her bets. She was too anxious to stay cooped up inside, and she might even decide to go wandering through town again after a few chapters if the restlessness kept up. But she very much, very pointedly, intended to stay right here and read at least for the duration of second period. What was the worst that could happen? They'd kick her out? She mostly hated it here, anyway. She'd probably mostly hate it anywhere they sent her, so it didn't really matter, did it?

[[open deck is open!]]

white_oleander

There was a certain irony in the fact that the day after Astrid left home was Mother's Day, although Mother's Day was always a tumultuous affair for her to begin with, another game in which she had absolutely no way of winning. If she did do something for her mother, proudly pasting together a card with a floral bouquet on the front out of construction paper in the classroom or saving up found change to buy a box of chocolates, Ingrid would scoff and disparage it, toss it in the garbage and rant at Astrid about falling into the traps of commercialism and emotional manipulation. And if Astrid didn't do something for her mother, the day would be spent full of sighs and lingering bitter looks, subtle jabs and passive aggressive comments, punctuated by the furious writing of poems that were filled with tragic symbolism.

Needless to say, Astrid felt extremely relieved to not be in California that morning, where she'd be loaded up into a bus and taken to a facility quite different than this one, to be marched through security, to sit on a plastic picnic table and awkwardly talk with her mother in the prison yard. Being here, all she really needed to do was make a phone call.

Since her case worker told that the mobile he'd given her was for emergencies only, she went down to the lobby of the dorms where she thought she saw a payphone, a bunch of quarters ready in her pocket. She brushed some dust off of one (they didn't get much use, did they?), counted out her money, and fished the card with the prison's number scribbled on it by her case worker.

~Doo doo doo! We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed at the time. Please hang up and try again later.

Astrid frowned, double checking the number, put in more quarters, and tried again.

~Doo doo doo! We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed at the time. Please hang up and try again later.

Was that a 4 or a 9? Her case worker should have been a doctor with that chicken scratch. She tried again.

~Doo doo d--

Astrid slammed the receiver back into the cradle with an angry glare, then moved the coins around in her palm with a frown. "I'm going to run out of quarters soon..."

Maybe at least the payphone hates me would finally be a valid excuse.

[[ I figured they'd have accommodations for the pre-cellular-revolution crowd. Open!]]

rebelseekspizza

Hey, look. Sometimes Dante still hung out here - especially when people were cranky with him for playing guitar all through their morning nap. (And maybe because this was the last week he'd be coming here at all, with grad coming up. But hush.)

He'd brought a pizza or two with him, setting them down on the coffee table in case someone else was hungry. Satisfied with his set-up, he leaned back, acoustic in hand, and gave the strings a good strum.

Did anyone really need an acoustic rendition of several of the hellektro-genre's biggest hits? Probably not. But they were getting it anyway.

[[ open! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

It was maybe a bit late that Summer was getting to handing out her invitations for Sunday's party, but she was still way more on top of this one than she had been on some of the others. Each one was uniquely cut into various ~~moddable~~ shapes with their own glitter and swirl patterns, but the message was pretty much the same:

THE VERY LAST SUMMER SMITH PARTY*!

SUNDAY NIGHT . THE PRESERVE

Food. Drinks. Bonfire.

Sayonara, Class of 2018!

*As an FH Student, duh. See Summer Smith, room 204, for questions or details.

She took her time going around with them, hoping to catch people in opened doors or on their way places, because a personal invite was, like, so much better, but, in the meantime, every door was getting an invitation or two slipped underneath for their residents to find, an act she was mindful enough to cherish, because she highly doubted she'd do something like this again.

[[open post is open, of course!]]

justice_undone

With no classes this week, Breq was catching up on the long list of music she had downloaded to her phone. It didn't hold quite as many songs as she would have liked, and she missed her own archive, but it was definitely handy.

Having found some speakers to connect it to, she set her playlist to random and pulled up the volume. Sadly for people around, she wasn't the best judge on what would be considered too loud in a common room. Leaning back on the couch, she closed her eyes, taking in only the music.

[Open! Breq's playlist is moddable and very random.]

thatwaslucky

Rey had skirted through most of her time at Fandom without any other problems aside from the occasional invasion, and that deep-seated anxiety that she’d been here too long and completely missed her family, not that she ever said that part out loud. Now, on a related note, with graduation coming up, she had no idea if anything was going to change now. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get home now, and what exactly she was going to do if she couldn’t, and if she could, what kind of situation would she be walking into?

There was also that other thing, which she didn’t really think about because obviously it was wrong.

She’d camped out on the sofa in the common room, and was currently scrolling through the Portalocity app, just checking to see if she could find anything that would get her home. Sure, it had never worked before, but maybe this time.

[Open!]

somethingwithturquoise

Things were definitely a lot quieter with her little cannibal hellion gone, and Summer liked that, but what she didn't like was that the quiet had her mind wandering in the direction of Hematemisis's apparent father and how he might be doing, and when you're sitting there thinking about texting your grampa to get the dimension info to take on over to the Portalocity office, you were headed for bad things. But she had to wonder...how was he doing? Was he even still alive? How had he fared in a post-Rick post-Apocalypse? It wasn't like she was doing anythi--

--nope. Not going to even go there. As an attempt to keep herself away from distractions, Summer actually turned off her phone and put it in a drawer and left her room before she started in on something really, really dumb. She went to the common room, grabbed some popcorn to throw in the microwave, and when that was ready, plopped on the couch and started flipping through channels to find something else to keep her dumb head occupied.

But of course nearly every station seemed to be playing something romantic or some end-of-the-world action flick. She shook her head, glaring at the screen. "I swear, you do this on purpose, don't you?"

[[work is stupid slow. open!]]

intotheout

It wasn't really very warm out yet, but Tip was tired of winter and had gotten pretty good at being outside in colder weather this year, so instead of reading quietly in her room, she decided to read quietly out on the deck. It was sunny and she had a nice soft blanket to curl up under, so she figured she was set.

Plus, this way she got to avoid any awkward meetings with tiny people that her fellow students might be having in the dorms. Those were funny to hear about, but kind of awkward when you were right there.

[expecting one, and open for slow play!]

refused2berescued

After her long swim, Uma was feeling slightly more like she could handle interacting with people without wanting to pounce on them. So rather than holing up in her room after showering the salt and sand off, she stopped in only long enough to grab her supplies and then made her way into the common room to rebraid her hair. Back home, she'd trained Gil and Harry to help, which made the process go by a lot faster. She didn't have anyone here to help, but at least she had the TV and could find something that wasn't Auradon propaganda to pass the hours while she worked on her hair.

Bonus if someone came by with more food than they knew what to do with, which seemed to happen a lot.

[Open common room and I'm done spamming the f-list for the day!]

justice_undone

Breq wasn't particularly interested in parties herself, but she had taken on the duty of selling tickets, so here she was. Selling tickets. A little tired, perhaps, and hoping this pollen thing would be over soon.

She sat behind a table, skimming through a book she had found in the library of imaginary spaceships. They were ridiculous, but at least it was entertaining.

[open]

intotheout

Selling dance tickets was probably Tip's least favorite part about being on Student Council on a normal day. On a day where she'd much prefer to be hiding in her room . . . weren't her hormones tired?! The rest of her was! Her arms still ached from smashing metal in class yesterday! Among other things!

But here she was, as a dutiful StuCo representative, sitting at a table with a cash box and a roll of tickets for the prom, trying to distract herself by scrolling through Tumblr.

And kind of wishing her tumblr aesthetic had gone more for "absurdist comedy" than "things I find pretty".

[open!]

thatwaslucky

This was still happening.

By today, Rey had just gotten frustrated enough to go down to the gym with her staff, to pound things until she felt better. There were dummies set up, and moving helped, so those poor things were just going to take a whacking today.

Yeeeep. She wasn’t trying to think about how that would sound out loud.

[Hey, remember the gym and salle? Open!]

misshapen_spark

Once Yang had finished her classes for the day -- and done about a billion laps around the island -- she finally showed up to work the table and sell tickets for Prom.

Fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and boots up on the table as she played around on her scroll. Maybe she'd go out dancing later or something to try and burn off more of this restless energy. It had to be better than going for a run again.

UGH. She really just needed to punch something.

But for now, she was there, to fill all your Prom-ticket needs.

somethingwithturquoise

Ugh, what was going on today? Even after taking most of the morning to..uh...take care of things (and now feeling very, very, very grateful to not have a roommate for the first time since Shiemi left), Summer was still feeling all restless and riled up. Was this a weird after-effect of having blown herself up to gigantic proportions, turned literally inside out, and then put back to normal again? Was it some kind of radiation totally messing up with her system now? Maybe she should probably think a little bit before randomly exposing herself to powerful body-altering machines on a whim, because, man, it was crazy in there right now. Hormone city. Probably just her cells trying to regulate themselves again and doing a really craptastic job of it...

Boy, wasn't she going to be glad to find out that it was only wacky pollen doing this to her and not weird nuclear changes to herself on a atomic level...

Still, she needed some distraction, and figured a good way to do it was to work on some fancy jello infused cakes she'd heard about on Pinterest, right? Who didn't love cake? And she definitely loved jello, and it would demand she put her attention elsewhere, and it would be good...all good...

If she could even find anything. Maybe she was just a little testy because of...stuff, but it seemed that none of her usual stuff was where it was supposed to be in the kitchen, resulting in a hunt through the cabinets that resulted in a lot of clattering doors, slammed shelves, at least one smashed fingers, and a lot of things being removed, moved, and hastily returned before she found one of the many things she was looking for.

"Aaaurrrg!"

Oh, yeah. The occasionally howl of frustration, too. One or two (or five) of those as well.

[[ open common room is open, with maybe a touch of slowness due to work]]

justice_undone

It wasn't like Breq was unfamiliar with the kind of feelings she had woken up to this morning. She had had thousands of bodies during her life after all, and most of them had had such needs, at least to some extent. To keep all parts of herself comfortable, she had seen to that, of course, and it had never been an issue. So far her remaining body hadn't needed that kind of attention, and since it just suddenly appeared, Breq assumed it was the island.

It wasn't really a problem, not even with only one body left, and it definitely didn't stop Breq from spending the morning in the common room, drinking tea and watching one of the music channels.

[Open for SP.]

reicicled

Unlike his teachers, Bobby was enjoying the snow angels. They were adorable! ~~And were yet another thing that made him feel like a Disney princess~~.

The snow angels, in turn, were equally enamored of Bobby, and he had a gaggle of them following him around and giggling.

He flopped down on the couch and started flipping through channels until-

Ooooh. Some movie about giant robots fighting giant aliens?? Sweet.

[ooc: open!]

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