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Room 333 - Evening

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 21:11:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

DEATH is sitting in his room for once, at a desk no less, with a very authentic looking quill and parchment in front of him. Periodically he dips the quill into the nearby ink pot and scribbles a few lines on the paper, only to then cross them out. If he had any musculature to speak of, it is possible his brow would be knit into consternation.

DO YOU THINK, BINKY, THAT A BERET WOULD HELP THE FLOW OF CREATIVITY. IT SEEMS MANY CREATIVE TYPES WEAR BERETS.

Binky snorts slighlty at this from where he stands in the room, behind DEATH, seemingly reading over his shoulder.

((OOC: Door is open and, even if you can't see DEATH, there is still obviously a very large white horse standing in the room.))

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Third Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 18:56:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH can be seen, by those inclined to see him, sitting in the middle of the floor in the common room with an open box of colored condoms and a book on balloon art. He appears to be staring at the in consternation. For those unable to see him, there is a distinct aura of very annoyed dread.*

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD REGRET THE LACK OF A PROPER PULMONARY SYSTEM.

((OOC: DEATH needs lungs! Someone? Anyone? Also, if any of the newbies have questions regarding how/if one sees DEATH, comment and I'll explain in more detail.))

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Room 333 - MacBeth's Welcome

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 19:13:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

DEATH, on the back of Binky, can be seen riding through the dorm rooms, wearing a standard black robe, a purple leather fedora, and a condom necklace on his scythe. He arrives at Room 333 and notices that his new roommate has not yet arrived. If possible for a seven-foot skeleton, he appears quite pleased and, after consulting what appears to be an interior design book from the 1980s, goes about decorating the room in welcome.

He appears to have copious amounts of faux fur in day glow colors, bits of colored springs, and lots of construction paper. He begins constructing a large, friendly looking sun, as seen in his book, with faux fur rays.

THIS SUN WILL SHINE THE RAYS OF MY WELCOME

...

I BELIEVE THAT WAS PROPERLY METAPHORICAL.

Binky stands in the center of the room, watching patiently with a rubber duck on his back. He may stick his nose out the door from time to time, if someone were to pass down the hall.

((OOC: For the new people: DEATH is a seven-foot tall skeleton, who is often seen with Binky, a large, white, and very much alive horse. Normally he'd be wearing black robes, but, well... he discovered fashion last semester. We'll leave it at that. His eyes glow blue and, for obvious reasons, he has no facial features. DEATH cannot be seen by everyone, because it would break brains. Anyone of a magical/supernatural nature can see him, cats can see him... if you're in a trance, delirious from pain, really high or drunk, or just really Strange-In-The-Head (ie. The Tick) you can probably see him. You might just see a tall, skinny, fuzzy looking guy. The more you interact with DEATH, the better you get at seeing him if you are not so inclined. If you can't see DEATH, you just feel the sense of dread that seems to pervade the area around him. Everyone can hear DEATH, even if they can't see him. His words aren't heard by ears, so much as by heads, but that's not too important. Any Questions?))

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Left outside DEATH's Door

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 18:09:00 GMT

Posted by: http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/

A brightly wrapped package containing this, this, a festive mug with a teddy bear on it, and a ( note )

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2nd Floor Common Room (midafternoon through evening)

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 16:08:00 GMT

Posted by: auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked up beside her. She had just gotten back from Christmas shopping, and in front of her were an array of brightly-wrapped gifts.

She flipped through the channels on the TV, finally settling on A Christmas Story.

[ooc: Yes, she has presents. She has lots of presents. If I told you you're getting one from Ror? She has it with her right now ~~unless it's one of the live ones, which are both in her room~~. Even if I didn't already tell you you're getting one, you might be. And in any case, she'll give you candy. So stop by! I is bored!]

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Room 333: For Death

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 14:27:00 GMT

Posted by: lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana leaves another Secret Santa present. She's really enjoying getting to play elf for so many different people.

( Read more... )

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Secret Santa Deliveries!

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 08:19:00 GMT

Posted by: kikidelivers.livejournal.com

For ( Death: )

For ( Shep: )

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2nd Floor common room, afternoon

Thu, 08 Dec 2005 13:35:00 GMT

Posted by: notstakedyet.livejournal.com

Angel was camped out in the second floor common room. He had a stack of math books on one side of him and the script for the pagent on the other.

It was hard to say which one made him want to stake himself more.

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Outside room 333: For Death

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 18:16:00 GMT

Posted by: lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana continues her work as an elf helper...

A copy of this is left by Death's door with this note.

From your Secret Santa:

We haven't met yet, but you have met some people I loved.

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3rd Floor Common Room, Weds Night

Wed, 30 Nov 2005 20:54:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH is in the common room, wearing a fairly generic dance outfit that does nothing to hide his bony physique. The too-tight t-shirt has the words, "Jazz Hands" written on it, and, if one looks closely, they would notice that his usually bare feet are encased in split-sole jazz shoes. The rubber duck appears to be quacking the tune of "Mr. Cellophane", while DEATH complete with skeletal jazz hands, slides across the common room floor, rocking in what would be considered, if he had anatomy, something akin to a shimmy.

At the end of each number, DEATH stops to scribble down some notes and consult a collection of books on the nearby table.

Those that are unable to see DEATH feel the urge to dance. Or else.*

((OOC: Open for play.))

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Tuesday Night All Around the Dorms

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:22:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH, leaving the clinic and setting aside his research into the life and times of one Bob Fosse, stalks the halls of the dorm. It is the stalk of someone who has done it for a living for both past and future. There is an engulfing, almost professional, sense of dread as DEATH walks through rooms, walls, and, periodically, people. The sparks of his eyes glow brightly and, if such a thing were possible, it would seem that DEATH is brooding.

DEATH, however, does not brood. He simply cannot fall out of practice.*

((OOC: DEATH has things on his mind. Feel free to stop him, if you can see him or are familar with his sense of dread. If he walks through you, its the oddest thing you've ever felt.)

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Posters up on the Walls

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 21:00:00 GMT

Posted by: threeweapons.livejournal.com

Feeling underprepared?
Worried about the things that might go "bump" in the night?
Need something to fill up an empty afternoon?

Stop by the gym on Wednesday at five pm for the first of several Self Defense lessons. No weapons, no physical violance, just methods to get away, even when the person attacking you is twice your size.

Sign up here if interested. Drop ins welcome. Contact Alanna Trebond if you'd like to volunteer as an attacker.

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3rd Floor Common Room

Fri, 25 Nov 2005 10:02:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH has decorated the common room to look like, if possible, a construction paper and elmer's glue version of the Original First Meal, complete with a paper cornicopia on one of the tables and a number of construction paper and feather turkies sitting about the room, looking like they may gobble at any minute.

There is a variety of food around, all uncooked as of yet, including a smallish turkey which is not only trussed with orange string but appears to be wearing a paper pilgrim hat.

DEATH himself is wearing his orange and yellow robes from yesterday, having completed the ensemble with a construction paper and feather turkey hat, perched delicately on top of his skull. He is twirling his scythe, periodically checking his decorations for propriety, and is giving off an aura of anticipatory dread, as though he were waiting for someone in particular.*

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3rd Floor Common Room

Thu, 24 Nov 2005 10:21:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*In preparation for his mortal holiday plans tomorrow, DEATH is sitting in the 3rd floor common room with an array of craft items in front of him. He is wearing an orange and yellow robe in a dizzing pattern and seems to have a necklace of nuts hanging around his neck. DEATH, it seems, is feeling very festive.

The table in front of him is littered with construction paper, scissors, glue, and, most importantly, so many feathers that today, pehaps, the common room is not the place for those with allergies.

He seems to be contrcuting a full-sized turkey, with chin straps for legs, out of craft materials.*

((OOC: Craft time! DEATH may be slightly spotty today, but he's happy to share his stuff.))

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3rd Floor Common Room

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 22:19:00 GMT

Posted by: death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*DEATH is in the 3rd floor common room with a collection of lacey, see-through robes and what appears to be, if one were to take the time to look, matching undergarments specially sized for those without flesh. Interestingly, the space where clevage should be is filled with perfectly shaped dead air. He is changing outfits periodically and then examining himself, pausing to scribble notes on a peice of parchment.*

LOVELY... HONEY... DEAR... LOVE... SNOOKUMS... SWEETIE...

*The list of endearments continues, almost mantra-like, as though DEATH were attempting to memorize them. Every 15 minutes or so, the mantra ceases, as DEATH, slipping on a pair of high-heels, tries to strut around the common room, exuding what he hopes is an air of confidence and self-assured style.*

I AM CALM, COOL, COLLECTED. I AM A SELF-ASSURED... ENTITY... OF SUBSTANCE AND EVERY MAN SHOULD WANT ME.

*DEATH stops, now and again, to rifle through a pile of notes and teen fashion magazines.

Those that cannot see DEATH notice only a rubber duck in the corner with what appears to be lacey, red panties on its head and a very comical, but self-assured, sense of dread.*

((OOC: Come help DEATH with his seduction and charm techniques. He needs someone to practice on...))

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New Roommate Applications

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 21:24:00 GMT

Posted by: defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

The following typewritten flyer is posted around the dorms:

Wanted

1 (0ne) new r00mate. Must be clean and preferably understanding 0f certain eccentricities.

Reply t0 Number 6 in #306 with the f0ll0wing --

Name:
Age:
Year in Sch00l:
Gender:

Freed0m is (in 25 w0rds 0r less):

Have y0u ever wanted t0 be a fl0rist? Why 0r why n0t?

C0mplete the f0llowing: I am n0t a ____, I am a ____ ____.

Smartass time j0ckeys need n0t apply.

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