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Dante had hit the clubs again last night, and that seemed to have finally killed the residual restlessness left over from two weeks ago. Unfortunately, it'd also meant that - after sending Anders a noticably drunken, badly spelled text message to let him know he was coming back, then realizing it was god knows when in the night and he'd probably wake the guy up if he barged on in - he had stumbled into the dorms mostly sober but also tired as hell, and promptly collapsed on the first horizontal surface he found that looked soft.

Which was the third floor common room sofa.

"Mrgh..."

It seemed like a less fantastic idea around breakfast time, yes.

[[ open! ]]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo wasn't silly enough to think that she was much of a baker. It wasn't something she had much practice at, and it wasn't something she'd ever even done before coming to Fandom. But she was trying to expand her skillset, and she sort of felt like a good senpai could cook and bake because sometimes that was the most comforting thing you could do for someone.

So she had a recipe in front of her. A couple actually. And they were actually printed out on paper.

The smell of warm butter and sugar were already sort of filling up the common room as her first batch of cookies began to bake in the oven. Now she was shuffling through her papers trying to decide what to try next. "Brownies, maybe?" she murmured to herself. Because those still seemed a lot simpler than some of these cake recipes she had.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

faithseesred

Yesterday's class left Faith feeling -- frazzled.

Given all the crazy stunts she pulled, she found it easier not to think about the risk of death. The helpless, panicked, fighting-her-own-lungs-for-breath feeling she got when her footwork was wrong and she thought she was about to fall to her death was easily the worst feeling she ever felt, and the only way she could keep running after enduring one of those horrible moments was if she put the possibility of ever feeling that way again completely out of her mind.

The problem was, actually talking about dying made that stupid feeling harder to shake, and the only way she could banish it from her mind was with a distraction. Normally a run worked great as one of those, but given just what exactly she needed distracting from, she was having a hard time motivating herself to run today.

She stood on the dorm roof and gazed out at the view, arms crossed over her chest. She really hated high school.

[[open like a roof! possible SP warning, i'm training a new person at work today.]]

rebelseekspizza

One of these days, someone was going to figure out that Dante being in the gun range was a good indicator he'd been involuntarily dragged home recently. But today, he was pretty sure, was not that day.

He should probably do something about it. Find some other outlet. But he couldn't think of anything; didn't know anyone on the island he could spar with, and Ezra was gone, and this shit always left him with an excess of violence in his body. He fired multiple bullets into the target in front of him, letting Ebony and Ivory speak for him. Faster and faster, his fingers squeezing the trigger over and over until they became almost a blur.

It wasn't enough.

And the target was shredded now, anyway. He sighed. Gave the girls a twirl, shoved them back into their holsters. Went out there. Replaced the target.

Tried doing trick shots for a while instead, using the ricochet.

It'd be better if the targets could fight back, but they stayed silent, and so did Dante. Ebony and Ivory would have to do the speaking for all of them.

[[ open ]]

greenexorcist.livejournal.com

There was a garden at the school!!!!! It seemed a little haphazardly tended, but... a GARDEN!

Shiemi had set out with some of the seedlings she'd brought from home to try and find a place to start a garden and had come across this lovely spot that had obviously once been well loved. She and Nee-chan had immediately set about weeding and clearing out old growth, every once in a while stopping to examine and take notes on new plants or insects they found.

"Ah. Look at how badly this area was eaten," Shiemi frowned and pondered the leaf she was holding. "Nee-chan? Let's put some rue here. That should give them a small break. Hmmm. When is the best time to plant it..."

[Open! Shiemi will be in the garden until someone drags her out.]

teenagewarhead.livejournal.com

After spending the last week stuck as a giant pending message icon, Negasonic didn't feel much like staying in her room. She settled for just wandering down the hallway and flopping on one of the couches instead.

Granted it was just like... five doors away from her room but at least it was a different setting.

For a late lunch, she poured herself a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and started flipping channels around on TV to find something to watch.

[Open]

thewrathofkaan

With just two days left until the student election, Roscoe had splurged a little bit today. The point of politics was buying the results, right?

Honestly, it was embarrassing. But he was proud of what he'd come up with.

Which was: boxes upon boxes of brightly colored cupcakes with "VOTE FOR ROSCOE" written on them that he was dropping off in all the common rooms. Nothing spoke to the voters like free baked goods, right?

And just in case people weren't into gluten or didn't get out to the common rooms or were interested in the issues, he also had glittery notes that he was sliding under people's doors with the following message:

do you like parties with the good booze and playlists without the spotify ads? also, good booze?

vote for Roscoe in the student council race. xo

[[so open for reactions & interactions!]]

imisscookiecat.livejournal.com

Steven had been through a lot, since he'd last been in Fandom. A lot of adventures, misadventures, drama, and intrigue. In fact, as he popped out of the portal from Beach City onto the grounds in front of the dorms, he was all excited to tell people about what had happened. So much to tell.

Which caused him to pause, and then look at his watch as it adjusted to the Fandom time zone and calendar.

"I've been gone how long!?" he exclaimed, trying not to panic. He was certain he'd be in trouble over this. Forget saving the planet or any of the multitude of other things he'd done... he was a delinquent student!

[ooc: oh so open.]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo was humming and bopping along to some J-pop song that was playing on her phone as she worked in the fifth floor common room's kitchen. No one was going to accuse her of being some sort of brilliant cook, and she wouldn't claim it herself, but she was trying to teach herself a little bit at a time.

She'd found a simple recipe for "Chinese style" fried rice on the internet, and now that's what she was working on. And to her delight, it turned out to be well within her abilities. That cooking class with Mr. Spencer had actually been really useful!

Now that she was almost done, though, it began to dawn on her that she hadn't really thought to check how many people the recipe in question was supposed to feed, and, well, um, now she had way too much food.

Maybe there were containers should could put the extra in somewhere in one of the cabinets? She'd have to take a look around later.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are wont to be!]

endsthegame

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

thewrathofkaan

After the picnic on Saturday and a rather eventful night in Baltimore last night (it was so good to be back next to a real city again), Roscoe needed to veg out today.

Obviously that meant pop music, a milkshake from Mooby Land, and painting his nails in the common room. Why, what did a hangover mean for you?

He had a whole wicker basket full of different nail polish colors, because he was expecting that people might come in and join him and he was more than willing to share. His nails were getting painted a sparkly pink color, and he was starting with his right hand because things could only improve once he got around to the left.

got-hijacked.livejournal.com

Rhys had somehow lost the race to take control of his room from his 'roommate'. He'd fallen down, that's how he lost it. Teach him to try winning a race by running in a serpentine pattern. It didn't even make sense, Rhys! What had he been hoping to accomplish with that?

But that was fine. There'd been a couch in the common room that was more comfortable than how he'd slept in Sasha and Fiona's little RV.

But now he was on day two with the same ridiculous outfit and should probably... fix that. Somehow. Possibly by coming up with an elaborate plan to regain the room. Possibly through sheer dumb luck. For now he was... well, he was glaring at the class list that he was apparently supposed to take.

High school. Ugh.

[totally open!]

thatwaslucky

After work ~~which she had totally gone to even it wasn't posted~~, Rey came back and didn't feel like hiding out in her room tonight. Instead, she'd gone to the common room to see if there was anything that looked good on TV.

There was only one thing she saw that looked remotely interesting so far, and it had left her with a very strong curiosity as to who Kanye was and why they kept talking about him.

[Open!]

hidingthorns.livejournal.com

So, it hadn't actually been a dream, after all. Margaery didn't know whether she was disappointed or not when she opened her eyes this morning and once more wasn't greeted with the vaulted ceiling of her bedroom at home. On the one hand, she had no idea how to get back, or whether she could even contact her family at all. On the other, this place already seemed much more fun than she'd thought school would be. So perhaps staying awhile wouldn't be the worst idea.

She'd lazed abed for a while, and would blame the ache of being on horseback for two days if anyone should have questioned it, before finally rising and making her way out to face the land of the living. After retrieving an apple from her common room - she was immensely grateful to see something she recognized right away - Margaery made her way down to the deck she'd noticed the day prior to work on the first of several letters. She had always worked on her correspondence in the garden at home, and it was far too beautiful a day to develop a hand cramp indoors.

By her count, she had five letters to write to start, and so she'd brought her inkpot with her, as well. But she found, once she had quill in hand, that she had no idea how to start.

"'Dearest Grandmother, did you know you were sending me to another world?'" she tried out loud. "No, that's horrible."

Five variations on that later, and Margaery had a collection of crumpled parchments at her feet and was vaguely wondering if she should just write to Loras about the shirtless boys. That seemed easier to discuss.

[open open open!]

dwarvenswagger

With his classes for the semester finished, Thorin was a bit at a loss with what to do with himself for the next week. Further attempts to return home had continued to result in failure, which left him in A Mood.

One that was not lifted even by watching these 'Olympics' that everyone seemed so interested in.

And yet he continued on watching. Hey, look at him fitting in! Kinda.

[open!]

thewrathofkaan

Sometimes, having a mom who occasionally remembered to try to buy Roscoe's love was kind of sad and weird. Other times, it was really nice.

Today was the second kind of day, because Roscoe opened up a package that had arrived in his mailbox the day before and found a sleek white hoverboard bundled up in wrapping and packing peanuts.

Fuck yeah.

So, since it was gross weather outside and he wasn't about to try this thing on the stairs anyway, he figured he'd test it out by gliding into the common room. There was some minor cursing on the way there, and then some major cursing when he tried to navigate the doorway, but he was starting to get the hang of balancing his weight to move by the time he tried gliding in circles around the furniture.

The next step was obviously videoing himself doing this, but he wasn't feeling that bold yet.

[[open like a common room!]]

rebelseekspizza

Knowing he was gonna die young wasn't something Dante had really had a problem for a long time. Okay, sure, he didn't want to, but it was the way shit was, and so he might as well be trying to fit as much fun into the time he had as he could. Keep fighting for a little bit more of it each time too, because screw laying down and dying, but that was it. It sucked, but it was uncomplicated.

Even after a year at this place, he hadn't really thought about it mattering to anyone else. Sure as hell hadn't lived a life where that came up a lot, before. But Anders's weirdness right after he'd brought it up? That was sticking with him. He didn't like it, but he was also pretty sure he didn't like Anders having to get that weird (and what it implied) more than he didn't like the part where he had to deal with Anders being weird.

Which was also new. And stupid. And definitely not uncomplicated.

He fired Ivory in rapid succession, peppering the bullseye with holes. Shifted Ebony up and fired a bunch of them straight through the target's head a split second later. He twirled the guns in his hands and eyed the target critically.

He should be out there partying, not thinking about killing demons better.

He pointed Ebony forward and shot the target right in the guts. "Think you can stomach that?"

[[ open! ]]

kenselvren

Jalian had finished her morning exercises, taken a shower, and headed outside to enjoy the air and clean her knives. It was a perfectly normal day.

And then she was showered in rainbow dust.

After exclaiming and sputtering over it all, she tried vainly to get it out of her hair and clothing.

Damn it, whoever that was!

seeks_truth

Yesterday, Cassandra had made the terrible mistake of traveling across the causeway to explore the strange world that laid beyond it.

Today, she was paying the price.

She sat down on the floor in the common room, chunks of her armor in hand. She had some sticks and rags and other equipment, and there was determination and frustration visible in her brow. This, indeed, would be a daunting task; her first attempts at it made that clear. She sighed, picked up a small stick, and plunged it into one of the hinges of her armor. She wiggled it, nudged it, and finally produced-- a small sliver of rainbow-colored dirt and plant matter.

"Ugh."

She stared down at the many-colored grains all over her armor. This was going to take a while.

[[ open! ]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante perched his elbow on a divider at the edge of the roof, cigarette dangling between his fingers. He eyed the stretch of cheese right past the town skyline. Everything smelled like cheese, which was kind of disgusting, but he could think of a few worse smells that could be hanging in the air right now. So whatever.

Times had been pretty good lately, being a pony aside. On one hand, that was a good thing. On the other, it meant he was thinking; something he'd never really taken the time for before. Had the time for before. And it was screwing with him something good. Made it harder, for one, to keep clinging on to old anger. And, y'know-- maybe keeping it up was a bad thing for him anyway...

There he went again. Thinking. He'd spent so much time running or ready to run, his whole life this mishmash of partying and violence, and now that the latter was gone and the former had settled down into something of a shadow of itself because of it, he barely knew what to do with himself. That was a bad thing. The violence wasn't supposed to be all that he was. It should be a relief to find out that it wasn't.

He sighed and held up the unlit cigarette. Studied it.

Kathy'd always given him a ton of shit about the smoking. If he was completely honest with himself, his heart wasn't in it anymore either. Of all his vices, it felt the most pointless. When he lived hard, he tried to live like a rock song: fast, head to the wall, just going for it. Not like smoking. When he lived slow... he just wanted to hang out in bed, shoot the shit with somebody - Alana, Anders, Ada, Isabela, fuck, even Ringo, whoever - and while Kathy had always been the most vehement about getting him to drop the cigarettes, it didn't help him much there, either.

"Screw it," he said.

He chucked the cigarette over the edge of the roof, watched it fall.

"Fine, Kathy. You win."

About the smoking, sure.

Maybe about the anger, too.

He felt a different emotion kindling in his chest at the thought of it, aching to jump upwards to his face, but that, he shut down. No. Not for her. Not for anybody.

[[ open! ]]

thewrathofkaan

Having legs again - and not the weird, unbendy pony kind - was a cause for celebration. Roscoe was a physical guy. He liked his body the way it was, and that meant bipedal and tail-free.

So he was readjusting to his human shape by running some shooting drills off the gym's basketball hoop, his phone blasting the first Spotify playlist he could find that wasn't all chirpy pop. It wasn't quite the same as playing one-on-one with his dad (a once-every-few-Sundays ritual he missed more than he was comfortable with, thank you), but it was enough to break a sweat and get back in the groove of running like a person.

[[i'm having a terrible morning! distract me!]]

thewrathofkaan

If there had ever been an angry pony in history, Roscoe was it.

And the reason why he was so angry was very serious: the chocolate rain had ruined his iPhone.

So. Now here he was, an uncoordinated pony with his hooves up on the counter, doing his very best to get his phone in a bowl of rice as fast as possible even though he suspected the damage was already done. Hell, he didn't even know if rice worked for chocolate milk the same way it did for water damage. But it was worth a shot.

crimson_sister

Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

[Open!]

notcancelled.livejournal.com

Tonight was a night for hanging out in the clearing and getting pictures of whatever alien fish... or whatever they might be... swam past. Mayday really thought that it would be weird enough being in Maryland. Sleeping underwater on a planetoid somewhere in space was way beyond anything she could have imagined. Okay, there might be some questions when she posted some of these pictures to social media, but if she really felt she had to cover, she could claim it was a fancy aquarium. Which was essentially true.

Okay, sure, she was the one in a clear bubble so she was the attraction and the fish were the customers, but still.

[OOC: Open if anyone's up for fish-watching.]

seeks_truth

Cassandra did not quite grasp the purpose of their current dwellings, but she was not about to waste time thinking about it. Rather, she was choosing to be practical while they were here, this close to the preserve: she had hunted down a small rabbit in the woods. It had been some time since she last took care of her own food, and there was a sort of joy to the practicality of it, skinning the animal and getting it ready to go on the fire.

But that was something of an hour ago. Now she had a small fire going in the clearing, rabbit meat cut into rough cubes and shoved on some sticks. She was holding two over the fire, inspecting her handiwork every few minutes.

Not too terrible.

[[ open! ]]

crimson_sister

Lucille wasn't in a particularly good mood. She had had to move out of a comfortable room into something called a 'bubblehut', which she had to share with Ringo of all people. She had also slept really badly, waking up several times feeling that the universe was staring back at her through the transparent walls.

She was now standing outside her bubblehut, squinting at the sky, her clothes and hair looking disheveled.

[Open!]

intotheout

Tip would have gone to hang out on the deck after class this afternoon, but apparently being in space didn't stop June from being about a billion and a half degrees outside, and she frankly wasn't interested in sweating through her clothes while sitting still, just now.

So instead she parked herself in the nice, air conditioned common room, a bowl of tortilla chips and freshly smashed together guacamole on the coffee table, and wondered why everyone on this show she was watching had a name that started with the letter P.

At least it wasn't about crying breakfast foods. She'd made it through approximately three seconds of that one before changing the channel.

[with not actual apologies to the SU kids on the island. YOUR SHOW'S SHOWS ARE SO WEIRD. Also I've only been at work for two hours and I have already run out of internet and may be about to start spending money irresponsibly on Amazon. Please save me.]

boneyard_girl

It was raining. Glitter. It was raining glitter, and really, anyone who knew Ada at all should not be shocked that she'd dug through the dorm janitorial closets to come up with buckets and place them all out on the deck, letting them fill to the point of bursting with the stuff.

Ada herself was perched on the railing, catching glitter in her hands and laughing as she enjoyed this particular form of precipitation. At least Fandom was giving her fun weird-shit for once.

[OPEN!]

thewrathofkaan

So. Roscoe had been a bunny for two weeks. Apparently that was something that happened.

He was back now, and really famished for anything other than carrots and lettuce. So he did what anyone in his situation would do, and ordered in some burgers from the fast-food place in town. He wasn't sure if they did delivery as a rule, but he used his extra-sweet voice on the phone and thirty minutes later a guy appeared with two gigantic bags of food. Roscoe flashed him a grateful smile and a forty percent tip. Flirting was another thing he had missed while in bunny form.

Now he was chilling on the couch, playing old video games and stuffing his face with burgers and fries. Enjoying the finer parts of being a human being, you know?

[[open like a common room!]]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had spent a lot of time in her room over the past week. It turned out that the little drone she'd bought broken was a simple for a drone, but still a pretty complicated piece of hardware. Which meant that trying to get it back into working order had taken a lot more time than she'd thought. (It had also turned out that there had been a lot of stuff she'd had to look up online as her AT maintenance skills only had so much overlap with drone repair.)

But she'd finally finished! She, well, hoped. Now she had the little controller app installed on her phone and had the thing out on the back deck for the first test flight that didn't involve just making it hover over her desk. The weather was nice enough that it kind of made Ringo want to put the drone away and go out for a ride, but, no, she was going to be disciplined about this.

"Let's see what you can do," she muttered to the little mass of plastic.

Within a few minutes Ringo was flailing and yelling. "No, no! Don't go that way! I said don't! And stop crashing into the ground! I just spent all that time fixing you!"

Turned out that controlling a cheap little drone was pretty tricky.

[ooc: Open, of course. With SP warning for this afternoon as I run some errands.]

studyingfear

As far as Tseng was aware (hopefully; Rufus hadn't yet had time to go through all of his own sources to figure out what Tseng did and didn't know about his comings and goings), he'd been dropped off by a portal Monday night, back on the island, and (relatively) safe and sound.

In reality, Rufus had gotten back just before his morning class, with enough time to drop a sleepy Dark Nation off in his room and make it there without looking ruffled.

If Tseng hadn't caught him, it meant that he'd managed nearly thirty-six hours out of the Turks' reach. On Gaia. That was (hopefully) a first. He'd confirm it later.

Now that class was over, he'd swung by the coffee shop, picked up a drink, and made his way up to the roof of the dorms to survey the grounds.

He was tired. He had things to catch up on and deals to review and plans to refine.

But, sitting out in the sun, drinking a coffee and looking down at everything… he was surprisingly content to just… be, for a small while. Eventually, he pulled out his laptop and his PHS and began to work.

[Open!]

intotheout

Tip was feeling restless and cooped up, and she wasn't about to go back up to the roof of the dorms any time soon -- thanks for that, Peridot -- so she headed out onto the deck, instead, bringing her notebook and pencil with her so she could practice drawing comics to send back to J.Lo.

She managed to get half of the outline of the shape of the deck onto paper before she got bored and frustrated and ended up doodling what looked a bit like some sort of flying vampire jellyfish in the corner instead.

Maybe she should just stick to writing.

[Open!]

boneyard_girl

First had been the conversation with Hyacinthe, then with Isabela and Dante, and now Ada was hard at work in the little kitchen of the second floor common room, with baking sheets strewn around and the oven going at a steady 350 degrees. Sugar, food coloring, honey powder, luster dust... a veritable mad scientist lab set-up with everything she needed to make up little baggies of totally edible glitter.

Sometimes a girl didn't always have the spare cash to buy the fancy stuff, and so Ada had learned early how to make it herself. Besides, it was good to practice so that she wouldn't forget how to mix it up, and maybe the island just needed a little bit more sparkly cheer.

[OOC: Open, yes, and with tasty glitter for all.]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo remembered snatches from from the weekend. Bits of history that had never happened. Laughing during a TV interview, staring in horror at the television as she realized what was coming, her sister's funeral. She also remembered Dante, really relaxed, without that weird tension of his. And she remembered Kathy.

She knew it was silly, but once that memory hit Ringo sprinted out into the hall and to the room next door. The one that school hadn't assigned to anyone for the summer. She burst in without knocking hoping that, well, she wasn't sure what. Maybe that her senpai would be there. Or that the older version of her hadn't left yet and she could get in a last hug.

But, of course, the room still stood empty.

Ringo wasn't really prepared to deal with that today, so she'd returned to her room long enough to get parts and tools, and then she'd set up in the common room.

So now she was sitting on the floor in the corner with a pair of headphones on, one side pulled back off her ear so she'd hear anyone wander in. The headphones were plugged into a box the size of two or three laptops stacked on top of each other, and she kept hitting buttons on the surface of it and listening intently for a few seconds before picking up the ATs in front of her and swapping out a part, or adjusting a fitting. Self-Tuning wasn't nearly as good as Tuning with someone, but it still required a lot of concentration. Which meant that Ringo didn't dwell on the weekend.

Maybe, over the next day or two, the sharp-edged immediacy of who she'd seen, who she'd been, would fade away. For now, she could just lose herself in a comfortable old task.

And take the occasional break to eat a bunch of snacks.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

imisscookiecat.livejournal.com

Steven was finally going to try out the idea that he could maybe make new friends through music. He'd thought about going to a common room, but he liked the idea of being out in fresh air better. So he stood on the roof, ukulele in hand, and started to play and sing.

It was an old one he'd come up with, but one of his favorites. It was possibly a little odd, out of context. Even in context, really.

"All I wanna do is see you turn into a giant woman,
A giant woman!
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant woman.
All I wanna do is help you turn into a giant woman,
A giant woman!
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant woman.
Oh I know it'll be great and I just can't wait to see the person you are together.
If you give it a chance you can do a huge dance because you are a giant woman.
You might even like being together and if you don't it won't be forever.
But if it were me, I'd really wanna be a giant woman,
a giant woman!
All I wanna do is see you turn into a giant woman..."

Steven was singing on the roof. Maybe he'd attract attention.

[ooc: Open roof, open post! Finally got around to this. Distract me from assembling tiny mechanical spiders!]

intotheout

It was a particularly gorgeous day out, and Tip didn't have any classes or work or anything she needed to get done. She did have a care package from home, full of snacks from Mom's current grocery store (which included basically anything that would stand up to being dipped or coated in dark chocolate), a case of birch beer, and the world's ugliest belt, courtesy of J.Lo.

She was absolutely rocking that ugly ass belt, thank you. She was also munching on chocolate covered edamame and flipping through the paperback her mom had sent her (a cheesy looking YA romance about gay dragons, excellent) and kicking her feet out into the open air in a manner that would probably make anyone afraid of heights moan and cringe. Rihanna was playing on her phone, the sun was shining on her face, and all was right and pleasant in the world.

[open!]

thewrathofkaan

It was really a shame that no one had ever taught Roscoe to cook. He had been raised to believe that take-out was the most practical and delicious choice, so at fifteen, he now found that anything more complicated than a sandwich was out of his depth.

To his credit, he tried. Today his experiment du jour was simply an attempt at scrambled eggs. And twenty minutes and lots of dirty dishes later, he was sitting on the couch eating cold pizza he had found in the fridge. So... you could pretty much guess how that had gone.

Pizza was better anyway.

soniaroadsqueen

An unopened box had been sitting on Ringo's desk for a month now. She'd remembered being really excited when it had arrived, but had quickly gotten distracted by a message from Kathy. (Funny to think that that was a whole month ago. And only a month ago.)

The box had been sitting in one place for so long that it had practically become invisible, and Ringo had been surprised when she noticed it sitting there after lunch, and her eyes had gone wide with some of that original excitement.

So now she was situated in a corner of the common room, a clean sheet spread out on the floor. The had been open and shoved out of the way, and now she was holding its contents, one of those quad-copter drones with a camera attached to it, which she'd bought "as is" off the internet. Which meant that it was broken. Which was fine with Ringo, since she'd already gotten it half-disassembled.

She wasn't some sort of mechanical genius or anything, but she'd been stripping down and building AirTrek for most of her life. Hopefully that experience would be enough for her to figure out what was wrong with her new drone so that she could get it flying again.

notcancelled.livejournal.com

It started with one pizza. The delivery guy said hi and handed Mayday a pizza with "most of the works." She told him she hadn't ordered anything. He told her he didn't care, he just had to give the pizza to someone on the fifth floor. She tried to pay, but he said it was paid for and left.

Five minutes later, the delivery guy came back with a pizza with "most of the works" and no memory of the first time this happened.

Five minutes later, he came back with another pizza. The fourth time, the delivery guy said it was a cheese pizza. Mayday took it and added it to the collection on the table and said, "Why is this one different?"

There was no response, and by the time she turned around, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the vague sound of wind chimes. And then she looked back at the pizzas. All of them were cheese now.

So that was weird. But there was plenty of pizza?

rebelseekspizza

Dante had a vague and nonspecific image of what Cassandra looked like - but in a school this small, she shouldn't have been so hard to spot. Still, he hadn't managed to run into her at all over the past few days, and it had left him frustrated, antsy and anxious. His two settings had always been 'do something' or 'forget about it'-- but he hadn't managed to do the former and he was having a hard time with the latter.

So after rolling out of bed on Tuesday, he'd gotten dressed, snagged his guns on the way out the door, and parked his ass on the deck.

After an hour of waiting, though, there was still no sign of her. He let out a sigh, slumped further into his seat, and parked his feet up on the divider. Great. Now even his efforts to do something were making him antsy. He should've brought the boombox and tossed on those Dead Kennedys albums Pretentious-Ass Starsmore had passed on. He found a pen in his pocket, fiddled with it. Fiddled with Ebony for a second, too. Looked up at the ceiling, counted the cracks. ... Finally, he tilted his head up and tried to balance the pen on his face.

Screw Hellfire Prison. This was hell.

[[ open! ]]

buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com

Having been an unwilling victim of suspended animation for most of the Spring, Dipper was doing his best to acclimate to his new environment. Which at this point is him attempting to catch on everything that had happened for the last semester on TV and comic books.

Anyone wandering into the common room would find Dipper streaming episodes of Tiger Fist on TV, surrounded by copies of comic books and multiple types of snack food as he binges on... well pretty much everything.

[Open like a thing.]

thewrathofkaan

At 11:22 AM, anyone in or around the boys' bathroom on the fifth floor might potentially hear a really lovely rendition of The Carpenters' "Close To You" being crooned out in the shower by a perfectly content Roscoe Kaan.

By 11:25, Roscoe was out of the shower and his disposition was changing rapidly since, as it turns out, all his clothes were missing from the hook where he'd stored them. And so was his towel.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," he swore. This had to be hazing, right? If it was hazing, it was pretty unoriginal.

Fortunately, Roscoe wasn't self-conscious about nudity. He swiped his toiletries from the shower, used a paper towel from the sink to dry his face off, and paraded out of the bathroom into his room.

Not running. Not even walking quickly. He figured whoever had taken his stuff was waiting for a show and he was perfectly fine with delivering.

[[some SP likely as I'm heading to a museum but open!]]

dwarvenswagger

Thorin had almost liked the last place this forsaken island had taken them. But the new one was a little... strange. And spacey. Mostly the spacey part.

Give him attempts at high fantasy any day, yo.

So, for now he was ~~sulking~~ enjoying his morning on the roof of the dorm. If he didn't pay too much attention, it was almost like being on one of the parapets of Erebor.

[Open!]

intotheout

It was Tip's first Friday night as a high schooler, and there was no adult supervision in sight. Not that the supervision of adults had ever seemed all that functional or effective to her, but it still felt like it was an occasion to be marked with some sort of youthful exuberance or irresponsibility.

So here she was, sitting with her feet on the cushions in the common room, ready to eat her way through an entire bag of sugar snap peas in one sitting (her taste for snack foods had never really recovered from six weeks of eating out of vending machines when she was eleven) and watch MTV (not so much forbidden back home as awkward: Mom kept getting way to into the romances and J.Lo spent the whole time asking a barrage of questions).

There was some kind of supernatural teen drama on about selkies. The plot appeared to be made up of quick bursts of inexplicable action interspersed with longing looks exchanged between the romantic leads.

. . . She kind of missed her awkward family.

[method RP is method. Open, if anyone else is still about and in for the evening]

thatwaslucky

While doing some exploring, Rey had come across the garage. She didn't know how long it'd been since this place was really in use, but she'd definitely never heard of anyone being here as long as she'd been around.

Apparently this was going to be her night. She'd gone through pieces and parts that she had found, just to see what was there, and then she'd found an old speeder bike covered with a cloth that she didn't think had an owner? So now she had to test it to see what kind of shape it was in, naturally.

[Hey, this place exists! Open!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante'd promised Alluka to teach her how to throw a punch. By the time the day itself rolled around, he actually regretted it; there were other things he wanted to be doing, like hang around his dorm room taking advantage of his new fridge, or maybe text Isabela and move up their date to go kicking around trouble on the other side of the Causeway.

But he was stuck with his plans now. And he wasn't even hungover today, so technically speaking, he was in the perfect position to do this.

He'd just have to keep his strength in check.

He showed up to the gym after classes had ended, armed with a Combichrist tank top and black bondage pants - which was the widest pair he owned. He wandered around stretching and poking at some of the weights. They were laughingly light for him, so it wasn't like messing around with them would do him any good. But it passed the time.

[[ expecting one, but open before and after her! ]]

notcancelled.livejournal.com

A few days of getting adjusted and carving out some room from under the avalanche of roller blade parts (a mild exaggeration, admittedly), and Mayday was already getting a little anxious. The big part of that was being at school for a couple days and not having any classes yet. So she decided to deal with that the best way she knew.

She was in the gym, running her basketball drills. She had come up with a series of drills she could do solo thanks to some help from her BFF Davida before she left New York. Now she was ready to keep loose and have some fun in the gym, shooting so very many shots and working on her conditioning. She was going to have to find a team on the mainland soon, but before she could do that, she needed to make sure she wa ready for it.

[OOC: Open gym! I'll be around after I drive home in just a moment.]

not_every_mage

Anders had spent most of the last 36 hours researching every possibility he could think of to get to LA and try to save Kathy, and kept coming up empty. There were no portals, no magic, no nothing he could see working. And with the island off floating in space, it wasn't even as though taking the cauhseway to the mainland and trying to hitchhike across the continent was an option.

His mind was too exhausted to spend any more time turning over those possibilities, so he went to the common room and turned on the television. It was on the cooking channel; chefs were competing to make a main course using hard-boiled eggs, mango chutney, lobster and something green. His stomach growled at the spectacle, and he abstractly wondered how long it had been since he ate properly.

He'd fix that. Eventually.

[OOC: Open CR, open post. Anders' last open post on the island until July, not that he knows that yet.]

boneyard_girl

Ada had seen some of the small children running around yesterday, so today she pulled herself out of bed to dust off a long-neglected skill: cooking for hordes of people. It was a skill she couldn't afford to let get rusty, since everyone in the carnival had to take their turns in the kitchen. And Ada, given her dietary restrictions, was almost always assigned breakfast.

Which is why she had quite the impressive set-up going in the common room. Someone had gone out and gotten all the ingredients for pancakes, and was cooking up a storm at the stove. There was a big bowl of fresh fruit out on the counter, plenty of juice and milk in the fridge, coffee for the 'adults', and lots of disposable plates and cups so that no one was gonna have to do dishes.

Breakfast was served, and all were welcome.

[OOC: Open post is open!]

not_a_moonie

It was Alana's turn to sell prom tickets -- and since she now had an Actual Prom Date, she did so slightly less grudgingly than she would have otherwise. If anything, she found herself nostalgic about her last big school event. (Graduation didn't count. Parents came to graduation.)

She played a trivia game on her phone as she sat at the table, ticket pile at her right hand and prom court ballot box at the left.

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