[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
Jim and John were having a man-date. No need to provide details as to what that consisted of. Needless to say it was manly and full of UST. They found themselves walking the fourth floor hallway, near 413, surprisingly. Neither boy was aware of the dangers that lurked in the dorms at night.

[ooc: for [livejournal.com profile] fat_halpert and others who know who they are...]
[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
Peter was somewhat restless tonight. If he were in New York, he's probably go out webswinging. Unfortunately Fandom's buildings weren't tall enough. That meant late night infomercials.

"Girls Gone Wild? No thanks. Bowflex? Not for me. Shortcut to Internet Millions? Only if I can go back to before the dot com bust. Ultimate HGH? Is that even legal?"

Peter sighed. What had happened to all of the good infomercials? He continued to watch, drifting just enough into sleep that his reaction time might be a little off.

[OOC: First thread locked to Peter and a certain visitor, please, but after that open if anyone's around at this time of night. Audience participation is encouraged!]
sith_happened: (Mufasa omg)
[personal profile] sith_happened
Mufasa had enjoyed his time at the brunch--even if the free range caramels had gotten stuck in his teeth--but now it was time for more difficult prey.

He crouched behind a bush, tail swishing, and waited for a gremlin to arrive.

It was part of the Circle of Life, after all.

[OOC: Locked to the gremlin, then free for all...]
[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com
Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being a dumbass curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Marty walks into the lounge and sets up all the chairs and sofas so that they are in a circle.

He sits down and hopes that other people who have been bitten by gremlins will show up.

[Currently locked to those who have been bitten by Gremlins.]
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Covered over every Martin Blank and Angel campaign poster is the following:


GREMLIN BITE SUPPORT GROUP!


First meeting Wednesday Night!

2nd Floor Lounge - 6:00 PM EST FST

Brownies will be provided!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIVE IN SHAME ANYMORE


[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Plastered over every single "Blank for Student Council" poster is the following:


GREMLIN BITE SUPPORT GROUP

Been bitten?
Acted like maniac?
People constantly remind you of your humiliation?

JOIN US!

Wednesday, Jan, 11th
6:00 PM FST
2nd Floor Common Room
[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com
Sam sat in the common room, idly flipping through channels. No specials were on, and there was only so long she could watch the Yule log. She sipped occasionally from a glass of red wine.

She was trying very, very hard not to think of her father.

for the gremlins

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 12:37 am
[identity profile] courier-gavin.livejournal.com
After Art and admiring the room's festive colours, Jake went from vent to vent for a bit, pushing a tiny round stuffie into three of them.

Pleased with his work, Jake went off to get more coffee.
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
[[Takes place after Duo and Hamlet left their room to go build a pillow fort in the common room.]]

The gremlin kicked at the locked lid of the tool chest. Being shut in had been fine when it was her choice. But, being locked in was not acceptable. Luckily for her, the latch was old and gave way soon enough. Determined to see if she could get one more bite in before fleeing, she headed to the door instead of down the vent.

She jumped up and grabbed the doorknob, held onto the neck with one hand as she turned the knob with the other and kicked off against the wall. When the door started to swing open, she jumped down and ran out of the room.

As she headed down the hall toward the common room, she heard a noise from one of the abandoned rooms. As is typical with gremlins, she was easily distracted and went to investigate. She jumped up to the doorknob again and was mildly surprised to find the door unlocked because the mischief hunters got as far as unlocking the door, but got distracted yeah, that's it, before actually opening the door.

The gremlin pushed the door open slowly, not exactly sure what she would find. As soon as the door was open about a foot, a small four legged form shot out of the room. The gremlin, who was still hanging on the doorknob, blinked once, but wasn't that phased. She lived in the basement after all. There were lots of weird things down there. Peering into the room, she became much more interested in what was in there.

Meanwhile, a small animatronic toy ran down the hallway. Mischief was loose in Fandom High.

[[Closed for interaction, but feel free to comment if you wish.]]
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
There was quite a bit of activity up on the roof in the late hours of the night. Boxes were pushed. An object was lifted and angled and braced in place. When that was accomplished, other things were laid out on the roof and decorated.

The gremlins stood back and admired their handy work. Snickering, they left the scene in place for Cally to find the next time she came up to the roof.

[[OOC: This is just an establishing event for something that will happen tomorrow. Please do not try to interfere with the gremlins or figure out what they're up to.]]
[identity profile] bugofjustice.livejournal.com
Lockheed was still stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner at Luke's the other night. It was a really good meal, maybe even better than the Thanksgiving dinners he'd had at Xavier's. Granted, there were about twenty fewer people at Luke's, and half of them had never seen a cute little dragon before. (A fact that brought Lockheed a lot of pleasant attention. He suspected that the only way Rory's mom would have been happier about seeing a wee dragon at dinner was if he was fuzzy. He shuddered slightly at that thought.)

But that was a few days ago. Lockheed was now sitting in the lobby - in Tick's normal chair, because it was the most comfortable chair and certainly not because he was starting to miss the big guy. Because he wasn't growing attached. Nope. Certainly not - watching anyone who passed by with interest. Aside from dinner, it had been a boring couple days, so even random passersby were mildly exciting.

[OOC: Open for slow-played interaction throughout the day. Aeryn-mun and I will be seeing the Potter movie at some point, so I'll be away for a bit. Eventually. Not sure when yet.]
[identity profile] sogothcally.livejournal.com
Cally, with the intrepid and very necessary help of Anders, has hauled up some welding equipment to the dorm roof.

Today the Viper frame is to be re-fabricated. So, with the help of Anders (who is holding the big pieces in place, as that is probably the extent to which his skills run), Cally sets about this arduous work.

[ooc: Feel free to interrupt them.]
[identity profile] sogothcally.livejournal.com
Cally, after having enlisted the help of some gremlins through the power of sugar cookies, stands triumphant on the roof of the dorm building. She is wearing Anders' C-Bucs Jacket over her orange jumpsuit, along with the long multi-colored scarf the Doctor has leant her. It looks a little ridiculous, but the extra layers are helping keep her warm.

She begins unpacking the crates that she got the gremlins to haul up. Cally has a holiday weekend project. Her Dad has sent the last of the Viper parts, so she's going to put it back together.

...on the roof. Without administration approval. Let's see how this goes, eh?

[[ooc: Totally open to interaction. I'm sure the people who live in the attics will notice the noise.]]
[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com
After spending time in the clinic talking with Rory and Logan, Anakin spread his books out in the common room and continued his work for Cyborg Relations.

Blast, but he was bored.

And he missed his banthabell.

Room 227

Monday, November 14th, 2005 12:13 am
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
If anyone was currently in the room they would hear a lot of banging and grumbling from the vent in the wall. The banging increases until, suddenly, the vent pops off and three fighting gremlins tumble out into the room. The entrance into the larger space is enough to break off the squabble for now as the gremlins go rolling in separate directions.

The biggest one recovers first. Shaking the dizziness from his head, he looks about him. So many shiny things. He sits in wonderment for the moment until the smallest gremlin tackles him. Big cuffs Little and starts to climb up one of the shelves. Little rolls into the middle sized gremlin grumbling. Middle shoves Little away also and climbs up after Big.

Little sits on the floor for a moment longer, shaking his head from all the tumbling about. When he finally recovers, Little looks to where the other two have gone. Big and Middle have climbed up a shelf full of gadgets and are inspecting them at random. Several fall to the floor. Little picks one up and shakes it. He gets shocked and drops it quickly. Shaking his hands, he picks up something else and sits on the floor to play with it.

Meanwhile, Middle, from his vantage on an upper shelf, spots more interesting shiny things on top of the dresser. Crouching down, he takes a flying leap and just makes it. Scrambling for a foot hold, he knocks several things to the floor.

Little drops what he was playing with and goes over to inspect the new items on the floor. He picks up a piece of fabric with bits of metal attached. Shaking it out, he can see it is a glove. He slips it on and it goes up past his elbow. Admiring the bits of metal on his fingers, he begins poking at the buttons on the back of the glove with his other hand. A bright green ball of light appears and begins streaking around the room before slamming into Little, throwing him to the ground. The ball of light disappears.

Big and Middle stop what they are doing and turn to see what Little has gotten up to. He sits up and shakes himself. He looks at the glove and pushes the buttons again. The ball of light reappears and begins bouncing around the room again. The three gremlins watch it. As it streaks back toward Little, he hold up his gloved hand to protect himself and ends up catching the light ball. The three gremlins look at each other for a moment and then down at the floor where the other items from the dresser still rest. There are at least two more gloves visible in the pile.

Big and Middle dive for the pile and don their own gloves. They turn them on. Little throws the ball and it bounces around the room again before heading back toward the three gremlins. They dive for cover, but Big gets hit in the back and is thrown to the floor. The ball goes bouncing around the room again, picking up speed in the confined space. Little and Middle hide under what furniture they can, ducking behind furniture legs whenever the ball bounces near.

Big crawls under the bed and along the wall to get to the door. Jumping up, he turned the knob and swings it wide. He turns as the ball hurtles toward him and manages to catch ot before it escapes the room.

Middle and Little emerge from hiding and run out of the room. Big throws the ball after them and the three hurtle down the hallway toward the common room.
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge is sprawled out on the Common Room floor, various mechanical parts and wires scattered around him. Every so often, he picks something up and adds it to his current contraption.

The TV is on and providing background noise.

(ooc: open, of course)

Gremlin Hunt!

Thursday, October 27th, 2005 02:15 pm
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Poster:


Protect your Parental Figures!

Gremlin Round Up

Before our parental units arrive on campus, please take the time to check your room and hallways of the dorm for gremlins. We'd like to get as many as we can to prevent any... circumstances over the weekend.

Please bring any Gremlin remains to the Common Room for proper disposal.


Marty sits in the common room with a very large trash bag, a cricket bat and a sturdy cage.

He's watching TV at the moment, but is ready for any Gremlin issues that might arise.

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