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The Gym / Saturday, September 4 / Morning

Sun, 05 Sep 2010 00:03:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula chose a quiet corner in the gym and began setting-up. She rolled out a mat meant for sitting and placed a tall candle holder and candle at the very center of the mat.

After she was done Azula sat down on the mat, crossed her arms and began to wait.

(For furnaceface but open gym is open!)

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Farewell Slumber Party, 6th Floor, Wednesday Night

Wed, 25 Aug 2010 13:56:00 GMT

Posted by: glacial_queen

By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party ~~sadly~~. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. ~~Please hold for~~ OCD up!]

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The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

Sun, 08 Aug 2010 15:18:00 GMT

Posted by: endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

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The Gym / Wednesday, August 4 / Morning

Wed, 04 Aug 2010 19:38:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

It was early in the morning, the sun was just creeping up as Azula entered the gym. She went to the mats and stretched, she was feeling restless but mother wasn't making an appearance and Azula felt better for it.

Today was a perfect day for some light sparring.

(Expecting one but open gym is open!)

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3rd Floor Common Room / July 17 / Morning

Sat, 17 Jul 2010 23:01:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula was feeling strangely out of sorts, she rose early and found the walls of her room too... closed in. She left the room and entered the common room, brewed tea and opened the television shifting from one channel to another getting more and more annoyed.

"Isn't there anything good in this thing?"

(Open!)

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Workshops

Tue, 13 Jul 2010 08:28:00 GMT

Posted by: puppy_fair

Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD ~~coming~~ up and this post is open!]

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3rd Common Room / July 10 / Evening

Sun, 11 Jul 2010 10:43:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula placed the tea leaves on the tea pot and waited for it to steep. There were several tea cups on the table free for anyone to use.

She also brought out her supply of Fire Nation snacks, sizzle crisps and flaming fire flakes to accompany the tea.

(Open!)

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Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday evening]

Tue, 06 Jul 2010 21:52:00 GMT

Posted by: thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not fond of the television. The ones here were, at least, far more primitive than the ones at home, but she still associated them strongly with bad news, and mandatory viewing for all districts.

However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.

What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.

[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]

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Sixth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening [WARREN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!]

Wed, 28 Apr 2010 05:59:00 GMT

Posted by: longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

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3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Wed, 31 Mar 2010 19:02:00 GMT

Posted by: longislandiceme

Okay, so Bobby had spent most of the day after class hiding out in his room and generally sulking (and partaking of the candy his roommate had mentioned, thank you Kate) and by evening was actually feeling something resembling sociable.

Which is why he dragged his still kinda achey self out to the common room with a pint of double-chocolate-fudge ripple ice cream. Bruised ribs meant there was less flopping on the couch and more sitting down carefully as he grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until settling on To Kill a Murderer.

Garrison Steele might be a hack writer, but the movies made from his books were ~~the gear sauce~~ at least kind of entertaining.

[ooc: open open open.]

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First Floor Lobby, Thursday Afternoon

Thu, 25 Mar 2010 09:25:00 GMT

Posted by: trigons_child

After her morning visit with Anakin, Raven decided to settle in the lobby close to the entrance to the dorms. If the fog was affecting people's minds or creatures were out there injuring anyone, she wanted to be available to offer healing. Or if she sensed nearby violence or heard a cry for help, she could send her Soul-Self into the fog to help. She wasn't sure about venturing out herself, not after what had happened with Kennedy.

[Open to any in need of healing or who don't mind being harassed about being healed or who just might be passing through, of course.]

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Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Sat, 20 Mar 2010 20:22:00 GMT

Posted by: blondecanary.livejournal.com

Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]

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The Deck / January 24

Mon, 25 Jan 2010 11:44:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula was out on the deck again, this time to check on the perimeter. It had been a lively day of fighting, these creatures were not good fighters but it was enough to whet Azula's appetite for more bloodshed.

She did love these invasions so.

(Open!)

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The Deck / January 22 / Morning

Sat, 23 Jan 2010 03:56:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula stood next to the firepit ignoring the cold. She placed her hands behind her back and watched the sun rise, it was faint behind the clouds. She let her eyes close and let what little sun's warmth she could feel and sense invigorate her. She felt more alive and awake with the sun's rising. It was, in Azula's opinion, a far better wake me up than caffeine.

And then Azula felt she was no longer alone, her eyes fluttered open and she spun around and saw... a small creature jump up on one of the logs. It turned around in search for something then looked up at Azula with big, brown eyes.

The creature was furry, tiny and had patches of brown mixed with its white fur. It looked like a hybrid animal from home. The creature lifted its tiny arms and began to make, to Azula's untrained ears, happy sounding noises. Azula crouched to observe. It made more of its noises and began to dance around as if Azula's attention was enough to elicit such a happy reaction. A perfectly valid reaction, Azula thought. "Aren't you cute?"

It squealed, as if it understood her words. Azula opened her palm and upon seeing it the furry, creature had one last frenzied dance then ran to hug her hand--

And that was when Azula batted the cute, harmless, furry creature to the ground. It squealed in alarm, bounced a little then rolled on the ground before it stopped. It stared at Azula, stunned. By this time Azula was snickering.

It squeaked, stood-up and began to run away.

She watched the little creature run away and smirked. "Ah, yes, just like home."

(Open! But with SP warning!)

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Third Floor Common Room / January 16 / Morning

Sat, 16 Jan 2010 23:32:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use questioning it. The island turned her into a man, providing a fireplace was nothing to its incomprehensible magic.

She walked to the fireplace and with a flick of her hand ignited the logs.

The fire burned blue until she was satisfied the room was as warm as she wanted. Azula smirked, perfect. She released the fire and the blue flames faded into the normal weak orange color.

She prepared tea and after steeping the tea Azula sat down and drank. She could tell this was going to be a strange day.

(Open!)

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Wed, 13 Jan 2010 18:20:00 GMT

Posted by: exspeedydotcom

After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

((Open!))

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3rd Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 18:57:00 GMT

Posted by: wantstocheer.livejournal.com

Yesterday a promise was made to bake cookies.

Which was why Claire had gone shopping and was currently in the common room, mixing up the dough to bake some double chocolate chip cookies. She left a voicemail for Jool and figured that other people would probably wander by when they smelled something baking.

[open common room!]

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Third floor common room / Tuesday evening

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:20:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula carried the mechanical baby to the common room to get its/his bottle. "How can you still be hungry? I've already fed you and it seems like your clamoring for more, why?"

She was sleep deprived, cranky and this baby thing would not settle. "Stupid assignment."

(Common Room open!)

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The roof, late afternoon/evening, Friday

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 12:38:00 GMT

Posted by: blondecanary.livejournal.com

Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]

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Third floor common room, Thursday morning

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 03:06:00 GMT

Posted by: lovemykilt

Priestly wasn't generally the sort of person to just kinda fall asleep wherever he was, but that was just what he and Dinah had done last night during their macho movie fest. They even looked pretty comfy, tumbled together in a manner not unlike puppies, using each other for pillows, surrounded by the remains of snacks.

Priestly's hair was going to look amazing when he woke up. . . . Here's hoping none of that dye managed to rub off on Dinah's cheek overnight.

[ooc: common room is open, though pings from Priestly may not happen until after, like, 10 AM EST. Up early so's to make sure they're established in the room, Dinah modded with permission.]

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Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday Evening]

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 14:37:00 GMT

Posted by: longislandiceme

Right, so. Bobby had a teddy bear tucked under one arm as he made his way into the common room. He had a homework assignment and by jove (whoever jove was), he was going to actually finish it before the last minute.

It helped that it wasn't a difficult assignment. Well. In theory.

"Okay, little guy," he said, holding the teddy bear out in front of him and regarding it thoughtfully. "Time for you to do something awesome. Any ideas?"

The teddy bear was not being terribly forthcoming. In fact, he seemed to be downright reticent about the whole thing, staring back at Bobby with a closed-lip expression. Or it would have been closed-lip if the bear had actual lips instead of just a stitched-on smile.

[ooc: soooo very open.]

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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 09:35:00 GMT

Posted by: puppy_fair

"Dodging," Arthur started, as soon as all had assembled, "Is a fine art in and of itself. When you lose your weapon, you may not be able to replace it. And even if you do have it, it might be useful to avoid being struck in the face." He paused briefly, grinning once. "But ask Zack about that. Today, we will be practicing that skill: it's a basic fighting technique, but there's no reason we shouldn't be brushing up on it."

Zack did his best to look indignant, but mostly he just came off as 'playfully pouty.' It was entirely possible that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to look indignant years ago.

"We're not going to do full-out sparring today, because there are so many different skill levels here, and we don't have a means of pairing you off the same way that Fight Club has. But we are going to pair you off anyhow. One of you will be our designated hitter, and please, don't use any powers, or super strength, or anything like that until your partner confirms that it's alright. The other one will dodge. Don't get hit, guys. It's not really all that fun. Throw a few hits, dodge a few hits, and swap off every five minutes." He swayed on his heels for a moment, and then added. "If anyone ends up hurt, then stop. If the injury is serious, let us know right away so that I can give you a healing potion or so we can get your butt to the clinic post-haste."

"Above all, share what you know," Arthur finished. "If someone conducts a particularly ambitious swerve, ask how, and attempt to repeat it. Remember to keep your distance, to watch your opponent's movements, and not to lose control of your own. I believe that's everything; grab a partner, and get to work."

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The Pool, Saturday afternoon

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 11:33:00 GMT

Posted by: blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah opened the door to the pool and held it for Jaime, smiling. "And here we are. Pretty easy to find." She hit the lights, and grinned as the pool lit up, dropping her towel and cover-up onto a nearby chair, then kicked off her flip-flops. "High dive, low dive, lanes. Pretty much a standard pool. All rumors of sharks have yet to be anything more than stories.

[open!]

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Third Floor Common Room [Friday, Evening]

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 20:36:00 GMT

Posted by: knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Usually Chuck wasn't much for doing big things with his Friday nights. Hardly a big weekend party-goer.

However, it wasn't just any Friday night that a guy turned fifteen. So, tonight was for celebrating. Okay, so, making dinner with his sister might not be every guy's dream idea of a birthday party, but it was pretty traditional for them.

So far, food was in the oven, and now it was really just a case of waiting and trusting in Ellie's cooking skills (which were considerably better than his). He was pretty confident it would be great, and already flopped out on one of the couches eying the cake. That was the part he really wanted right now.

"You sure we have to be traditional with the first course eating first?"

[[awesomebigsis modded with permission. Patented Bartowski dinners involve a lotta food and all sorts of people dropping in, so.... Can definitely be open!]]

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The Pool / September 17/ Early Morning

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:56:00 GMT

Posted by: azuldragon.livejournal.com

She was by the swimming pool again. She'd arrived early even before the sun rose.

"You shouldn't be afraid of the water."

Azula narrowed her eyes. Wonderful. She was back.

Her mother sat on one of the benches still wearing the voluminous royal robes. "You could change your clothes once in a while."

"I could," her mother agreed, "but as you kept insisting, I am only a figment of your imagination. My appearance is dependent on you."

Azula rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

She faced the pool and studied the water. This time she didn't leap into the water instead she slid one leg then the other before slowly lowering herself into the pool. She braced herself for the onslaught of memories but to her surprise, none came.

Maybe the trigger was full immersion?

"See?" Her mother's voice said again, "It wasn't so hard, was it?"

Azula scowled, "Oh, shut-up, mother."

(Open! Azula's 'guest' is NFI but Azula is open for interaction or mocking!)

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