Fandom High Dormitories

First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Morning

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 14:31:00 GMT

Posted by: vanillajello

This was one of those mornings were Kate just woke up way too early and couldn't go back to sleep with the way thoughts were just whirring around in her head. After trying anyway, she'd given up and headed down to the salle for a half-mandatory pre-class practice session, intended to center her again, and maybe reduce her stress levels about whichever way certain people she wasn't even supposed to pay attention to were probably going to be interacting in class.

Even a good while spent attacking dummies hadn't killed all the time she had left before her class that was still hours away, though, and she found herself having a need to just take it easy now. With some video games. And the rec room was the perfect place for that since she'd never gotten around to hauling her XBox to Fandom even though it was just gathering dust back home. Not like Marshall ever played anything without her.

She parked her ass on a couch, controller in hand, and made herself comfortable. ~~Meta for~~ Little Big Planet was totally good practice for her reflexes too, right?

[ooc: Open like a rec room! ETA: There is a good chance of SP until my evening. Today is weeeird for me.]

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4th Floor Common Room [Thursday afternoon]

Thu, 16 Dec 2010 13:04:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

The whole invasion thing had, oddly enough, made Proto rather nostalgic. It had been chaotic and tense, which reminded him of home, but it had also been... confusing. Proto understood how things worked on the streets of Bahamut, but Fandom was something else completely.

And so he was sitting on a couch with some junk food, but no TV.

He wanted to go home. At least for a little while.

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4th Floor Common Room [Sunday afternoon]

Sun, 07 Nov 2010 16:38:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto had recently discovered Hong Kong action movies. Yesterday had been given over to them almost entirely, and so far so had today. He'd finally made it through the stack he'd obtained from who-knows-where and was now sitting down to put in Crimson Drop. He hadn't taken a look to see how long the movie was, but for some reason he had the feeling he was going to need more popcorn.

And tons of other junk food.

Fortunately, Proto had become quite adept at collecting junk food, so the spread was quite impressive.

[Open as such things are. And Proto's always willing to share his food.]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 16:54:00 GMT

Posted by: willbethenight.livejournal.com

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]

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4th Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

Tue, 28 Sep 2010 15:03:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto had an actual cookbook out. He was staring at it dubiously, and with a mild expression of confusion, but he had it out, dang it! Of course he didn't recognize a number of ingredients listed on the page he had open, and he wasn't entirely clear on how one properly 'sautéed' things, but he was going to try.

Though... any help would probably be appreciated.

[Open and all that stuff.]

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4th Floor Common Room [Sunday afternoon]

Sun, 26 Sep 2010 14:26:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was sprawled out on the couch. It was a relaxed sort of sprawl, but that we belied by the way he was eying the three things in front of him. It was, after all, an intent sort of eying.

One box of graham crackers. One bag of jumbo marshmallows. One box of chocolate bars.

Someone was trying to figure out if it was possible to make s'mores without a fire. Because he was pretty sure that he might get in trouble for starting a fire in the middle of the common room.

Give him some time, and he might even consider trying the microwave.

[Open, as these things tend to be. And this was always in the right place. ALWAYS!]

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Main Camp Fire [Early Wednesday evening]

Wed, 16 Jun 2010 15:48:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was feeling a bit bored. His solution to this problem was simple: sit somewhere public with a deck of cards. He was shuffling them idly between his hands. He wasn't some sort of card trick master or anything, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Hopefully someone would join him. He couldn't be the only one who enjoyed a friendly game every so often, after all.

Right?

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The Range [Early Tuesday afternoon]

Tue, 16 Mar 2010 12:10:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Really, the idea of a shooting range struck Proto as... kind of amusing. They didn't really do dedicated spaces to practice shooting things, or really practice shooting targets which just sat around, back in Bahamut.

Still, Proto knew that if he didn't keep in practice he'd lose his edge. Well, more than living in a place where you could sleep through the night without worrying about getting killed in a Red ambush...

Well, that and any excuse to spend time with his girl wasn't something he could really pass up, now was it?

[Expecting one, but open as a range is.]

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4th Floor Common Room [Monday Night]

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 19:11:00 GMT

Posted by: make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was hungry. That meant it was time to raid the common room for food!

At the moment he was sitting on couch surrounded by a couple of dozen boxes of assorted junk food. Twinkies, cereal (with marshmallows), crackers, cookies, more cereal (this time no marshmallows), cupcakes, oatmeal cream pies, and at least three or four things that were simultaneously unidentifiable and obviously past their expiration date.

What? The boy was hungry. And it's not like he knew how to cook.

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