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Sam wasn't really a fan of being up this early. He couldn't say what'd woken him up either. It hadn't been a nightmare because he remembered those vividly and it hadn't been a visit from Brooke or Ashley either. He'd just...woken up and hadn't been able to get back to sleep.

So, he'd ended up in the common room. He'd thought about cooking something but that way lay disaster and pain so he'd made himself a gourmet bowl of cereal (Captain Crunch to be specific) and flopped down on the couch. When he found Saturday morning cartoons on some channel, he felt like he was five again instead of pushing nineteen. Man, Ramon could never find out about this or he'd never live it down.

Cartoons were more entertaining than news shows and infomercials so Sam settled in to wake himself up (just because he was awake didn't mean he was awake) and hopefully get himself together enough to run some errands later.

Or maybe he'd just eat more cereal.

[CR's open for one and all]

Current Mood: mellow

wasthecuteone

Petra was, she would readily admit, not what one would call a great cook. She could do the basics and maybe even get a little creative from time to time, and she could catch and clean a fish and cook it over the campfire like a pro, but she wasn't about to start whipping out five-course gourmet meals. But she was pretty confident in her ability to follow directions, and she'd been poking around on the internet earlier when she found the perfect recipe for the club fair tomorrow: cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes, but rainbow cupcakes. They were so cute, so cheerful, so on-theme, so delicious!

Sure, there were a lot of fiddly steps involved in making the layers come out right, but as long as she took her time and read through carefully, and didn't freak out when some of the yellow batter somehow got in her hair, it was all good. She even made the frosting, although she was tempted to just use Funfetti. Also, her apron was super cute, if she did say so herself.

((Open common room is open! But Petra'll swat your hand with a spatula if you try to take one of her cupcakes. They're for tomorrow.

Well. Maybe if you're really nice she'll let you sample one for quality control.))

necroslacker

Sam didn't know what kind of safe house this was but if it prevented him from getting shot again, he'd take it. He'd been through so much since agreeing to testify against that gang from back home who'd smuggled emeralds, blown up the docks (but they'd quickly been rebuilt, don't worry), kidnapped small children with teddy bears and killed people while laughing.

Evily.

Witnessing those atrocities had gotten him a bullet in the hip and a one way trip into witness relocation. Now, he was here, limping around the common room to try and find something to eat. Every little noise made him jump and every little voice sounded like Little Big Bubba, the leader of the Ducklings.

The names were ironic since the gang was so violent. You know how it was. Sam wasn't even Sam anymore. No one could find out his true identity. Everyone was a weakness. He couldn't be found out. Or he would...DIE!

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: nervous

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So yesterday there had been an announcement warning everyone to stay the hell away from the lovely new addition to the campgrounds. Which, naturally, meant Toby had had to go check it out ~~frakking handwavily since his player's internet connection went fzzt~~ last night. He didn't see what the big deal was, it was just a rock. A weird coloured rock, but a rock nonetheless.

And then he'd woken up this morning to find that the voices- the thoughts of his fellow students- were particularly loud today. None of his usual meditation exercises seemed to work, so eventually he dragged himself out to the common room, hoping to find something loud and distracting on television to take his mind off, well, all the other minds out there.

Also, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd forgotten about something important that was supposed to happen yesterday. Oh well. Maybe it'd come back to him.

[ooc: opennnnn. PLZ ENTERTAIN ME.]

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Simon didn't mind the cold. Being a pale Englishman, he actually much preferred it to the summer heat he knew they should have been having on the island. And it wasn't just that: the cold also cleared his head. Which really needed clearing, after he'd spent half the day trying to calculate just how much slower time was going back where he was from. It seemed that even though he made calls to England at regular intervals, every time less and less time had passed over there between his calls.

It was a little troubling. He tried telling himself that at least it was probably better this way around: had time been going faster there, he would've run the risk of missing something important. This way, he'd have more time to react to whatever might happen. He could be there in an instant, from their point of view.

That's what he kept telling himself to stop worrying. But, he needed distractions. So he was out. Roasting marshmallows. Occasionally chewing on his lip as he got lost in his thoughts without meaning to.

He'd burned a few marshmallows that way, too.

[ooc: Open!]

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

Ramona had flung herself onto a couch in the common room, in the interest of actually being social. Now, granted, while she had the television tuned to reruns of Rescued by the Alarm -- because who didn't love reliving the early nineties? Such large phones! -- she did have her nose buried in a book as she kept half an ear on the TV.

Look, the last Barry Plodder movie was coming out in a matter of like, a week, and while she wasn't a super-fan or anything, she had to try and remember exactly what happened when those kids weren't just walking around in the woods all the time. That was all they seemed to do for like, half that book. So she was refreshing herself on the events that took place in the latter half of the book, because she didn't want to be caught off-guard again like she had when she saw the last movie and that cute goblin thing had bit it.

[totally open, omg. I am totally watching SBtB right now, too.]

necroslacker

It was still raining. Sam had planned to go out and get himself a new skateboard to replace the one that was spray painted and covered in stickers but the driving rain had changed his mind. The last time he'd gone out there, he'd come back with a ruined board and a sparkling eyepatch. He didn't want that to happen again.

After spending some time in his room, he'd wandered down the hall and taken a seat on one of the couches. The Council meeting was next week and Sam didn't want to go. He'd just learned he was a necromancer not a half a year ago and now he was having to take over Douglas Montgomery's seat alongside werehounds (Brannoc was super intimidating), vampires, and other supernatural creatures. If he didn't go, Ashley would never let him hear the end of it. And if he did go, he'd be able to see Frank and Ramon, if anything.

Idly, Sam pulled the protective pouch from so long ago out of his pocket. He didn't know why he was carrying it because he hadn't had any bad nightmares lately but he found himself fingering the leather pouch quietly. Sam sighed and pocketed the pouch again. Later, he'd put it back in his drawer and let the spirits come to him.

For now, he flipped the TV on and started channel surfing. Daytime television was pretty awful.

[It's an open common room.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

andthemoralis.livejournal.com

A trip to Japan might not have ended in some wacky adventures on a normal day, with people who weren't from Fandom or inclined to getting roped into insanity. It might have just ended with some sore feet from walking around and bad souvenirs being purchased.

But that was not to be for the group who had just returned from their little visit. Stan wearing very different clothing than he'd started with, Butters in what appeared to be a maid's outfit and some kitty ears, Toby missing a shoe and his shirt, Jim having some skillfully applied Kabuki make up on and Sam with a glittery eyepatch.

"You know, I've learned something today," Stan said, arms crossed over his chest. "The future may seem pretty cool with all the robots and cyborgs running around. But I've learned that they're just the same douches that have always been around. No one is better because they live in some fruity little cyber-punk world where people ask you what you'd do if you saw a turtle in the middle of the road. And just because you have the technology to heat Pop Tarts instantaneous in someone's chest cavity and create holographic images of sexual fetishs that no one needed to know existed, that doesn't mean you should. Because it's just freakin' weird and everything should be taken in moderation. Besides, it's just going to bite us in the ass in about ten years."

A beat.

"So let's never do this again. Ever. Ever."

Yes. That was a good moral, Stan.

[[For the guys with him, but open like a public place!]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The drawback to having both his workshops early on in the week, Toby was finding, was that without something to do, the rest of the week got kind of boring. Funny how even with no classes at all, boredom had never been a problem when he'd been on the streets. Still, he'd take boredom over being cold and hungry any day.

So he'd wandered over to the common room, snagged someone's sandwich they'd left in the fridge and a half-full bag of chips he'd found tucked in the back of one of the cupboards, and flipped through the channels until he stumbled across one playing a rather distinctive theme along with an opening text-crawl.

Something seemed wrong, though- he'd seen these movies tons of times, and none of this was familiar- he frowned and checked the channel listing. "Space Battles: Part 1?" he frowned. "What the hell?"

necroslacker

So, they were in Egypt now. Right, Sam was just going to stop trying to make sense of this magically moving island and it's time traveling ways. He wasn't even going to try explaining it to Ramon and Frank because all he'd get were blank looks and concern that was finally cracking up after everything that had happened the past few months.

Yeah, Sam was just going to keep the nature of the island to himself. It was bad enough Ashley and Brooke could pop up at anytime and pester him until he explained. That was more Brooke than Ashley since Ashley's patience wasn't that long.

The good thing about Egypt was that the weather had warmed up a lot and now he could sit outside on the deck with his feet propped up in front of him. His skateboard was underneath his chair and was getting a break after Sam had ridden it all through town earlier. It wasn't running but maybe he was working up to that.

It was just taking him awhile. Most things did.

[Open deck & post]

Current Mood: relaxed

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Sure, it was a bit chilly out despite being May. But that wasn't going to stop Tony from going up to the roof for ~~emo brooding~~ thoughtful contemplation. Like you do when you were a teenager in Fandom.

On the plus side, the sky was positively filled with stars with no light pollution to keep them from being seen. It was kinda cool if you asked him.

[[Open like a roof is!]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby had a stack of pizza boxes with him as he flopped down on the common room couch and flipped through the channels until he found one playing a marathon of the Death in a Fence movies.

One might ask how exactly a kid with no money to his name managed to afford enough pizza to feed several people other than himself. The answer? A few rounds of pool with the old guess-your-weight trick for good measure.

In any case, once again there was pizza and a Toby and a common room, and this time he'd be far more inclined to share.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So yesterday had been- well, weird didn't even cover it. And today? He'd managed to find the laundry room, at least, and lucky for him they didn't need quarters or whatever to operate, so now at least what little he owned was clean. There'd also been a real honest-to-god shower to be had, and so so far Toby was counting today as a win.

There was still a part of him quietly freaking out about the weird stuff everyone had told him about yesterday, but for now? Toby was content to eat some leftover pizza he'd snagged from the picnic and channel-surf.

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