Entries tagged with sokka

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Dorm Grounds [all afternoon]

After a bath (Anakin's idea) and a stop to wrap Luke completely in bubble wrap (Luke's idea, but Anakin wasn't exactly objecting after watching Luke jump off his bed, his desk, the top landing of the stairs, and the kitchen table), Luke and Anakin were now out in front of the dorms.

Luke yanked on Anakin's hand. "X-Wing, Daddy!" he demanded.

"Very well," Anakin said, laying down on the ground. "Arms out," he said.

Giggling, Luke putting his arms out straight as Anakin balanced Luke over his head.

"Now the other part," Luke demanded, looking down at him and making starfighter noises.

Anakin grinned up at him, then reached into the Force and pushed Luke straight into the air, where he flew to just about level with the tree tops.

Luke shrieked with glee as he was safely caught. "AGAIN!"

[OOC: Open for anyone whose weetiny would be interested in the Jedi version of airplane.]

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First Floor Lobby: Saturday Night

Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.

So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.

"DIE!"

*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*

[open]

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4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Early Evening

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

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Second Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

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The Range - Girls With Guns [Thursday, 5pm]

After quickly ensuring that the range rules and all the other preparatory work for the club meeting was taken care of, Triela sat back to wait with a grin.

Once she judged that enough people were up she cleared her throat. "I've got a little announcement, so if everyone will listen up for a moment?"

She looked around, eying the assembled club members. "While next week we'll be meeting here where we usually do, in two weeks we'll be meeting somewhere else. I'll get you the specific details later, but I wanted to give you a heads-up. In two weeks we'll be having a little fun. I'm getting some paint ball gear and we'll be having a little exercise."

"I'm telling you now for one very important reason," Triela smirked. "We're not going to have official teams or anything like that. The rules will technically be 'every girl for herself', but if you want to work out some alliances then go ahead. Just remember: there can be only one winner at the end, so be careful who you trust."

"That's it! Back to what you were doing!"

[~~Wait on the OCD~~ Sorry about being late with this one]

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In front of the dorms, all day Friday

Sometime around midmorning a large truck pulled up to the dorms. Sokka, grinning from ear to ear, signed the invoice and helped the deliverypeople unload a lot of large wooden crates onto the lawn just outside the dorm entrance. A bit of work with a crowbar, and voilà! Sokka dug through the straw inside the crates and began pulling out angel statues as the truck drove off again.

There were big angel statues and little angel statues. Some were porcelain, and some were terra cotta, and some were soft stone. Some were weeping, and some were pointing, and some were smiling. Some were on the ground, and some were set up on top of the crates. It was a whole SMORGASBORD of angel statues.

And, of course, there was a nice selection of sledgehammers. Other weapons or explosives were also encouraged.

The big sign leaning against a nearby tree read

ANGEL SMASHY
PRICE: $FREE

[OOC: Welcome one and all to Sokka's angel-smash-o-rama! Open to everyone who wants to vent their bottled rage. I'm running out the door right now, but I'll be back in 20 to answer pings.]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.

Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.

Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.

"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."

From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.

"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.

[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]

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The Range - Girls With Guns [Thursday, 5pm]

Triela showed up at the range more than a little early. She felt bad for missing a couple of gun club meetings, and there had been Spring Break and then that mess with the angels last week. So she was excited to get back into the swing of things.

A quick check of the area revealed that despite not having been around for a bit, Fandom had somehow kept the range clean and cared for. She grinned, it was nice not having to clean up after yourself sometimes.

After making sure the range rules were up, Triela started unpacking her cases and prepared for the rest of the club to show up.

[OCD ~~in the making~~ done been made. Up sooooo early because I'm going to be out all day and didn't want to miss yet another club meeting.]

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Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

With no classes until Friday, Ron was taking advantage of his free time by watching TV and wondering if there was a way that Lupin could watch this show in England. No doubt he needed a good laugh.

Current Mood: creative

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Dorm Roof, Tuesday Evening

John was bored and had nothing to do. Okay, so bored was possibly not the right word after he'd listened to his voice mail.

He wasn't sure where the bubble wrap had come from, but it was kismet. Huge quantities of varying sizes of bubble wrap plus one bored teen equaled some really incredible ideas. He drug the bubble wrap up to the roof along with duct tape and a bag of whatever he could find.

Testing the strength of bubble wrap was fun!

[ooc: Plenty of bubble wrap for all!]

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Dorm Lobby, Sunday Evening

In the lobby is a big-ass banner that reads "WELCOME HOME TIME TRAVELLERS AND AWAY TEAMS AND WORLD SAVERS AND EVERYONE". And... that's more or less it.

On a table in the corner is punch and pie. JUST punch and pie, and the punch comes pre-spiked. There's also a box with a sign on it that says "NO PIE unless you deposit souvenirs here". Feel free to ignore it.

Sokka, after the TREMENDOUS effort involved in planning a shindig such as this, is sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes, which are still dry and burning from earlier.

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Fifth floor common room, Wednesday night

Sokka was totally going to take out the scourge of those STUPID ANGEL STATUES that had been following him all day, and had apparently been abducting people, too. All those people who'd been in the park... Like Deadpool, and Turtle, and... Other people. He couldn't find Mel anywhere tonight, but luckily the graveyard wasn't anywhere NEAR the park, right?

He'd dug around in the basement until he found a sledgehammer; now he just needed a posse. Or so he told himself. Tonight, "looking for a posse" consisted of falling asleep curled up on the couch with the TV on, a sledgehammer on the floor, and a chinchilla on his lap.

[Open as common rooms are. However, expect not much from me, as I go to bed soon.]

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Martial Arts Club, Monday

Billy had staked out part of the gym as usual. The difference today? He was done with that taking it easy crap! Yay!

"Good news for all you with pent up aggression." he said, displaying the punching bags and various practice dummies. "Look, things you can beat up without consequences. Though if you break them you might have to pay for them."

[Open as usual. ~~Stay tuned for~~ OCD is up.]

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Valentine had commandeered a piece of the Second Floor common room in order to set up a cake. A rather large cake, white chocolate raspberry. Naminé's favourite, so far as Valentine knew. He had ~~handwavily~~ conned it out of the Café Fina staff for their favourite almost-manager-type-person, and had even managed to resist the urge to eat the entire thing on the way back to the dorms with it.

It was a huge accomplishment.

The occasion? Naminé's birthday. Or some sort of birthday-like equivalent, Valentine wasn't going to split hairs over that sort of thing, really.

What was important here was that there was cake. And juggling. But no juggling cake.

Let's see how long that might last, hm?

[[Small OCD is here! If you know Naminé, feel free to assume that Valentine handwavily informed you somehow of the party-thing, and even if you don't-- come on, who can resist the white-chocolate raspberry cake from Fina? Serious.]]

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Flag Football Practice: Gym, Sunday Noon

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

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5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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Third Floor Common Room; Late Saturday Afternoon.

Chad didn't exactly particularly want to go to the common room right now. He kind of wanted to stay in his room, where he had noticed that there were things cleaning. It was very nice of those things, really, to be cleaning his room for him, but he felt bad, just sitting there with his guitar as they cleaned, and so he tried to help them out.

They ended up chasing him out of the room instead, seemingly not being in the slightest bit interested in his help. He supposed magical scrubs and brooms and brushes didn't need his help, but it felt kind of rude of them to exclude him like that. It was his room after all.

Still, he relocate to the common room with minor mutterings, Prince Oscar Pedro on his shoulder as usual, and tried to think of what he could do in there. He discovered more cleaning things...cleaning in here, too. He hoped maybe these ones, especially since, with the kitchenette, they would be a little more likely to let Chad help, but they seemed pretty against the idea, too. Frowning at them, Chad and Prince Oscar Pedro decided if that they couldn't help by cleaning...they would help by giving the supplies things to clean.

So if anyone asked why Chad and his cat were going around, making messes on the counters or upturning couch cushions onto the floor, that was the reason why.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be~ ]]

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3rd Floor Common Room: Evening

Jamie is currently sitting with himself and himself arguing over which version of "Galaxy Quest" is better.

"Classic!"

"New Adventures!"

"I prefer Lightning Bug."

"You're just obsessed with anything Joss."

"No, it's because Galaxy Quest sucks."

And any minute now they could come to blows.

[ooc: open]

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Fifth floor common room, Wednesday afternoon

Sokka had a box full of giraffes.

He had a BOX full of tiny, funny-looking, MELTING little animals.

He'd filled the box with ice to try to keep them from melting too fast, and was now poking and prodding them, and shaking the box, trying to make them fight each other. So far the headless albino was winning, but that was mostly because it kept accidentally kicking the others.

Seriously, this was better than TV.

[common room open!]

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The roof, Tuesday evening

Sokka sat on the edge of the roof, dangling his feet in the air. He didn't normally come up here, but today it seemed... appropriate.

And he swayed back and forth as a light, tinkling piano played in the background.

( And then he put on a show )

Sokka came back to himself, realized what he was doing, and nearly fell off the roof in terror as he scrambled away from the edge. And then terror gave way to total embarrassment when he realized what he'd been singing.

[Open like an open thing. Feel free to notice the show from the ground, too.]