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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.]

Current Mood: amused

cantjossme.livejournal.com

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]

halfshell-hero.livejournal.com

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!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

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]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

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]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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.]

withoutverona

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.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

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.]

isourking.livejournal.com

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.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

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!]

Current Mood: creative

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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.

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

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.]

dark_slippy_thing

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.]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

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...]

Current Mood: flirty

withoutverona

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.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

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~ ]]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

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]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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!]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

A groggy, not-quite-awake Sokka sat in the common room watching TV and eating snacks. Momo Jr. was curled up asleep in his lap, and the day was looking pretty good so far. His shoes were back to normal, and all was right with the world. He gave Momo Jr. lazy contented head-skritches, and sighed happily.

He was so full of love for the fuzzy little guy that it just bubbled up and burst forth in... Well, you could call it song, technically. If there was a tune there, it wasn't one anyone would recognize ~~because the mun was making it up as he went along~~.

( It's only NWS if you've got a dirty mind )

[Open like a common room]

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

It was a shoeless day for most of the island; the resident cranky, silver-haired ninja was among that group. That, however, wasn't enough of a deterrent to keep him in his room when he had nothing to do.

He was feeling so restless, in fact, that he was cooking.

There was a pot of hot water on the stove, accompanied by several different kinds of tea, and Kabuto was making omelets. He was in a breakfast-y mood, and if he didn't have work to do, he was going to make a real meal. And if anyone wanted, he was totally willing to share.

the_merriest

This had to be the weirdest cartoon Rikku had ever watched. They were all weird yellow spotted animals fighting in an army with really bad dialogue and ... that episode was totally just a commercial for breakfast food. Then there was an educational segment about ... Peer-2-Teen Life Choices? Uh. At least the Thanksgiving special was pretty rockin. And then some guy sang a song about Spring Break! She was going to be singing that all week! "Kids, don't play with too many knives!" See? Informative and educational.

The common room was wide open, and Rikku was bouncing around with snacks watching a Cheat Commandos marathon.

("Cheat Commandos" is a fictional show from the Homestar Runner universe.)

Current Mood: bouncy

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

One more, damn week. Billy was itching to spar with someone but he was still under those damn doctors orders. Oh well.

"Hiya folks, welcome back to the Martial Arts Club. I'm your host Billy. Today will be more sparring and such, but more importantly, I'd like for the more experienced folks to get with the less experienced folks and see if we can give them a hand. After Spring Break maybe we'll introduce weapons. If no one gets killed this week."

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had a whole mess of snacks and drinks ready. Soda in the fridge, ice cream and hot pockets in the freezer, pizza rolls warming in the oven, and chips, and candy set out on the table.

There was a sign on the door proclaiming:

LEAVE YOUR EMO AT THE DOOR.
ht
And there was a stack of DVD's on the TV:
~~The Goonies~~The Outcasts
~~The Breakfast Club~~The Brunch Association
~~Can't Hardly Wait~~Impatient
~~Better Off Dead~~Life is Good
~~Get Over It~~Recover
~~The Princess Bride~~Classic Adventure Story

And more ~~moddable~~ choices.

He hoped people would show up.

honoraryphd.livejournal.com

Mister Doom was feeling extra happy tonight. So happy, in fact, that he felt the need to bake cupcakes. No, he didn't - strictly speaking - know HOW to bake cupcakes, but he was Doom. He knew all kinds of stuff. Maybe he just forgot that he knew how to make them.

That was not at all the case. These were some nasty looking cupcakes. So he put extra chocolate frosting on them in hopes that it would make everything better.

Satisfied with his effort, Doom put up a glittery green sign next to the cupcakes.

"DOOMCAKES! BETTER THAN THEY SOUND! AND LOOK!"

[OOC: Open like a common room.]

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Naminé had spread a large canvas over most of the floor in the common room. Around the edges there were paints, brushes, charcoals, crayons, colored pencils, all sorts of ~~moddable~~ art supplies.

Near one edge she was working on a sketch of a tree, and a rather-less-white-than-before gorgeous long-haired cat was wandering through the center, tracking some (non-toxic and safe for cats) paint-covered pawprints as she went.

Art, Naminé felt, was best expressed as chaos.

(Very open, as common rooms are! Come make art.)

Current Mood: artistic

isourking.livejournal.com

In hindsight? It was a stupid bet. Ron should have known better than to trust Sokka to be honorable. Unfortunately, Ron has no proof that Sokka cheated.

Which is why Ron is currently standing out in the cold in only his underwear and about to start his run around campus.

"This has got to be the stupidest thing I ever done," he muttered to himself as he started to run.

[ooc: Open for mocking]

notreallyagirl.livejournal.com

He had a mid-term tomorrow. In cooking.

Thus, it made perfect sense to him, to wind up in the common room and attempting to cook.

Well.

Attempted to decide what he'd attempt to cook. Miss Lulu had said they couldn't use the recipes from class. This... would probably end badly.

[Open as a common room is!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with several mats on the floor for sparring. Billy was attempting to stretch, without messing up his still healing gunshot wound.

"Hey guys." he waved to the club members when they came in. "Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way. Anyway, today I figured we'd just get started with the usual round of getting to know you questions. Introduce yourselves, say where you're from, and what your experience with martial arts is. Then we can pair up for sparring maybe."

[OCD is ~~coming~~ here. Repent.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Today Triela was, perhaps, a bit overexcited. She laid out her cases as usual, because some people were still borrowing them, but she kept getting distracted by excited glances at a nondescript box she'd picked up at Wellspring Arms on Monday.

She hurriedly checked to make sure the range rules were still up before grabbing her M97 and her shiny new box and stepping up to the firing line.

As she opened the box and loaded her shotgun Triela decided that Fandom was a pretty cool place. After all, it wasn't like she'd be able to play with prototype military ammo back home. She chambered a round, aimed at a target downrange, and pulled the trigger.

When the target in question caught on fire she grinned broadly. This was going to be fun.

[OCD ~~in the making ~~all done.]~~~~

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was all ready and excited to be womanning the table in the lobby for the Masquerade ticket and the flower sales today, sitting with a generous offering of cookies (very, very, very free of the influence of pink), coffee, and a few of the star-shaped paopu from the store, hoping to get people hooked or, at the least, interested.

In her spare time between calling out to people passing by, she was arranging the cookies in ways that she hoped were subliminal messages for people to buy stuff, either from her in the form of tickets and the flower, or later on at the store.

[[ handwavey, OOC purchase of tickets and flowers are certainly acceptable! The flower orders in that post are screen for super sekritcy. I'm here all day, EXCEPTINGa small slice of time when I have to go grocery shopping in the afternoon! Thar, happy, Noah? ]]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela was grinning when she arrived early at the range. Last week had been pretty fun, really, and she was looking forward to this one too. She made sure the range rules were posted and started setting out her weapons.

Then she set out a few gun cleaning kits. Some people were new, and they didn't know about this part yet. Also, she could totally get her guns cleaned and have other people do all the work.

[OCD ~~on the way~~ has arrived.]

princetragique.livejournal.com

Tamaki had been a little lonely in an empty dorm room, so he'd made his way down to the common room to see if anyone was around. Reno was off at Merc Con, so he'd had nobody at all to talk to.

He sat on the couch, munching on a bowl of sugary cereal and jotting down notes for what would be his very first Host Club meeting on Sunday. He even had a few doodles of possible costume themes in the notebook, although they looked like Kindergarten crayon scribbles.

[OOC: Open because that's what common rooms are. Reno's absence modded with permission!]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela arrived at the range nearly an hour early to look things over and set up. She also needed the time to go over the four cases which held her own guns to make sure they were ready if anyone needed to borrow one.

She then posted a set of range rules which she had printed neatly using crayons ~~handwavily~~ obtained from her roommate. Who knew that crayons were so useful?

( Range rules )

Then she sat back and waited for people to arrive.

[Up early because I'm feeling *gasp* productive today. OCD ~~on the way~~ has arrived. ~~And I'm going to be out for a couple of hours,~~ but ~~will~~ HAVE return! (wow this is getting long)]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After becoming possibly the first example of anyone ever actually receiving cosmic punishment for deleting a chain e-mail, Peter reached the common room, still wearing the shirt and sleep pants he woke up in. Sadly they weren't red and blue to match the icon and video but you don't always get what you want.

Peter felt so happy that he HAD to dance in what could be described as a 'gay, gay way', and he wanted to share that happiness with everyone. He continued to do this for a while, just dancing and humming the music that was in his head. He was definitely going to be hiding this afternoon after the curse wore off.

[OOC: Open as a CR, but WARNING: Watching Peter dance while he's under this curse will, in fact, make you gay. Temporarily, at least. Any characters who watch this will feel the incredible urge to kiss someone of the same gender. Once they do so, the urge will go away. You know, unless they already were gay. Or they just find that they kind of like it. Sorry guys, but Peter himself isn't up for kissing. He's too busy dancing.

Honestly, I've been waiting to do something like this for two years now. That's just sad.

~~ETA: Ha. The day I do something I actually get a call from a friend. Back in a few hours. Feel free to go on without me and mod Peter as continuing to dance.~~

Son of ETA: Back now, and going to ping in everywhere. Wheee!]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

So Sokka was in the common room watching TV.

That wasn't very unusual at all. What WAS unusual was the chinchilla that had been clinging to his shirt since breakfast time and wasn't showing any signs of letting go any time soon.

There was a big bowl of punch sitting on the counter, because Sokka had thought maybe he'd be able to lure Momo Jr. into backstroking in it, but that hadn't worked.

So Sokka was drinking a glass of punch in the common room and watching TV.

[Open, as these things usually are.]

takingthedayoff.livejournal.com

How Ferris got the plastic sheeting or the dessert toppings really wasn't up for discussion. Why he was in a Tarzan-style loincloth bathing suit, however, was. It wasn't like he was planning to use the entire hallway as a Slip-n-Slide, only part of it.

The hallway was obviously open and partially obstructed, as hallways often are. Don't mind Ferris though. Really.

[OOC: Open as hallways are. Fellow occupants of the 3rd floor, I apologize.]

raspberryturk

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Those who arrived at the gym for flag football tryouts would find Willow there, complete with blue hat, clipboard, and a whistle. She waved when there seemed to be a good enough crowd to start.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said. "In case you don't know me, I'm Willow Rosenberg, captain of the bestest team here at Fandom High, which is also known as the Blue team. John is captain of the sadly penultimate team, which would be Gold. Try not to mock them too openly for not being as great as Blue is.

"Today is tryouts for new students," Willow continued. "Or old students who didn't try out before. Or medium-time length students who possibly fell into an alternate dimension when they should've been devoting themselves to football skills. Which around here is entirely possible. Either way if you aren't on one of the teams and would like to be, this is the place for you!

"We've got a few areas set to tryout. John and I will be watching you and judging your every move to see if you are worthy of flag football so, you know, no pressure or anything.

"Those who are already on teams don't have to try out again, but you're welcome to help the newbies, or just watch, or even make suggestions as to who might make a good teammate. John and I will be over there if anyone wants to talk.

"And remember that this is all in good fun, except when we're trouncing the Gold team in which case we're out for the strictly metaphorical kill. Don't forget to hydrate and warm up and say please and thank you when appropriate or just 'get out of my way, fool!' when that's what the situation calls for. Also feel free to apply a different insult if 'fool' isn't really working for you.

"So, um, yeah. Good luck and Go Gremlins!" Willow did a fist pump to encourage everyone, then went over to where she was going to watch the tryouts.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! Have fun!]

Current Mood: hopeful

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had dragged his blankets and pillows down to the common room, because they were supposed to be having a slumber party and some last lingering vestige of common sense told him he'd maybe tried Aravis' patience enough for one day.

It didn't matter, anyway. He was sure no one would come and it would just be him all alone in the common room and he didn't even know what he was supposed to do at a slumber party.

:Would you stop?!: Altra glared at Karal and leapt up to sit on the top of the fridge.

And now Altra was mad at him. Karal pushed some couches and chairs into an inward facing square in one corner of the common room, then went and sat in the middle of it, wrapped in his blankets.

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had woken up this morning feeling terrible. So, oddly enough, he had no trouble rolling over and sleeping through the entire day.

And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.

Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.

Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.

(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)

Current Mood: moody

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Okay, so How to Be Cool Class was going to be...trying.

But that didn't matter to Luke because today there was snow!

He'd spent much of the break in Connecticut, which was why he knew the most appropriate thing to do when he went back outside (bundled beyond all reason because when it came down to it, he was still from Tatooine) was to fall backwards and make snow angels.

The giggling part was completely voluntarily.

[OOC: Come play in the snow!]

Rocks and Trees - The Arrogant Worms

Current Mood: giggly

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River hadn't made popcorn in a long time. She didn't put a lid on the pan and let the popcorn fly around the kitchen, and moved around the kitchen with surprising speed and grace, catching them in her hands and mouth. It might have been a dance or it might have been a fight - the choice was up to the beholder.

[open!]

raspberryturk

After ascertaining his roomie was a total freak, Reno had decided that he had to get out of his room for a bit, stretch his legs, and get himself something to eat.

So there he was in the fifth-floor common room, a bowl of nuked noodles in his hand. The only thing that could have completed the meal would have been some sort of booze, but he'd take what he could get. Maybe he'd stop by that place with the zombies that didn't card, later.

For now, he was going to just pace about anxiously. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something up, and Turk instinct had him paranoid that he might have been followed, for whatever reason.

[[Open, as common rooms are!]]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke, bored like a thing who had been cooped up on a train from Connecticut for most of the day, was in the common room watching television.

He wanted to watch Alton Brown.

Artoo wanted to watch Orange County Choppers.

"Artoo, stop changing the channel!"

...Things were going to get ugly in a minute.

The Fear You Won't Fall - Joshua Radin

Current Mood: bored

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

As volunteered, Turtle went up to set up the coffee cart for StuCo in the third floor common room for the evening. She prided herself in the excellent set-up for gross coffee from the Perk, lots of treats from J,GoB, all of them served on Westing Paper Products from...well, Turtle & Canary, of course. Once she was sure everything was perfect for people to come get as they stayed up studying for the remainder of their final, she settled on the couch and fired up the VCR.

What? Feminism was tomorrow. She had to catch up on some Bea Arthur stuff, so this was totally studying.

[[ open, of course, and brought to you by StuCo (TM) ]]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin the roving reporter, had set up shop in the Lobby with the camera from Pop Culture.

He was hoping to interview students on a certain topic, and had a sign in front of him proclaiming;

PIRATES VS. NINJAS, WHERE DO YOU STAND?

[ooc: please come be interviewed by the tiny frog]

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