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Crazy Apple had done her usual long AT ride and was currently sitting on the couch of the common room with her feet curled up under her, eyes intently focused on the television. Her hair was still disheveled and windblown from being outside, but she didn't seem to notice.

It would probably surprise absolutely no one that the screen in front of her was video of some sort of AirTrek competition. But there were none of the acrobatic jumps and flips that Ringo usually favored. Instead, the video was clearly shot from inside some poorly lit indoor space. The only thing that was clearly visible was an area in the center that was lit by some sort of only-sort-of-still-working-right industrial lighting that flickered out every so often. And under that light were a pair of men wearing ATs who were beating the crap out of each other.

The sound was off, and the whole video felt oddly slow, probably because Crazy Apple was running it at one-fourth speed so that she could catch some of the more subtle movements despite the mediocre quality of the video. Neither of the two combatants were in her league, but that didn't mean there wasn't stuff she could learn. Like the way the one of the left shifted his weight before retreating. She was willing to bet that quite a few other people had that same sort of tell.

There was a bowl of popcorn sitting next to her on the couch, but she hadn't touched it since she'd sat down. She was far too engrossed for that.

[ooc: Open if you like!]

soniaroadsqueen

It was almost Valentines Day, and just like last year, that meant Ringo had taken over most of the fifth floor kitchen to make chocolate. Unlike last year, though, Ringo had actually picked up quite a bit of experience in the kitchen.

Not that she'd even attempted to make chocolate in the past year, but she'd gotten a lot more confident about her ability to follow a recipe. She'd also learned to be a little more prepared, and had actually made sure she had a candy thermometer on hand (which had involved figuring out what one was) for today.

She'd also learned that if she had a deadline, she should have a backup plan, so while she was actually going to try to do some kind of complicated stuff later on in the day, she was starting with very simple chocolates, mostly just melting pre-made chocolate into molds and adding some little decorative flourishes. That way if her more ambitious plans later turned out to be a total disaster, she'd still have gifts to give out the next day.

So Ringo was humming, enjoying the rich, sugary aroma of warm chocolate as it filled the common room, and finding herself unable to resist the urge to steal the occasional spoonful of melted chocolate while she worked.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

sampippy

"What?! It's not even Valentine's day for like another two weeks!"

That sound, up in the fifth floor common room? That was the sound of Xanthippe Voorhees scrolling through her Snapchat and her insta feed and suddenly seeing basically nothing from her friends in New York except, like, cute couple photos and gross PDA videos. A ton of them. Like a flood of them.

What the hell? Was Valentine's Day suddenly in this year?

She was so out of the loop.

And starting to panic about it. Her social media presence was pretty much the only thread she was hanging onto her old life by and if she couldn't get on everyone else's level, she might as well just die right this instant.

"Oh my God."

She needed to plan.

"Wh-- shit."

... Possibly after she'd cleaned up the counter, because she'd kept pouring milk into her bowl of cereal all through being antagonized by snaps, and had only just now realized a fair bit of the milk was no longer strictly speaking in the bowl anymore, but, you know.

[ooc: Open common room is open! Some weekend SP in effect.]

soniaroadsqueen

It was still super cold outside. At least as far as Ringo was concerned. So as soon as she came back to the dorms she'd headed straight for the common room and rummaged around until she found a box of instant cocoa packets. Now that she was on her third cup, she almost felt human again.

Even though she was only halfway finished with her current mug, she'd gone ahead and made another cup, making sure to top it with marshmallows, a trick she'd learned from some holiday movie that had been on the other day.

She'd finally taken off her scarf, cap, and coat, leaving them hanging over the back of the couch as she sprawled out to hum happily and nurse her cup full of sugar. She wasn't exactly in a hurry with it, but if she took too long, the extra mug she made would get cold, and that would be a tragedy.

And an excuse to put it in the microwave where the marshmallows would get all super-puffy. So, yeah, not the end of the world.

At some point today she'd have to start packing for a visit back home, but she didn't have anything else to do for the day, so she wasn't in a hurry. Plenty of time to warm up with cocoa. And maybe take a nice nap or something.

[ooc: Open, of course, and remember that common rooms are convenient places to run into people and get stalked by mistletoe.]

soniaroadsqueen

Waking up in an utterly unfamiliar place was extra distressing when you'd spent your entire life inside a single laboratory facility. The little girl with the oddly-shaped pupils had hidden sat in the room she'd found herself in, curled up with her knees against her chest in the corner, waiting for someone to come find her and take her back to where she was supposed to be.

She had felt a little bit of curiosity, a little desire to explore, but she'd resisted the temptation because she knew she'd get in a lot of trouble if she were caught somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

Of course, huddling in the corner doesn't do anything about the need for food, and at some point she couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, carefully, she'd stood up, smoothed the light robe that looked quite a bit like a hospital gown more out of nervousness than because it was rumpled, and opened the door to the room. Tip-toeing down the hallway, she found herself in a larger room filled with all sorts of unfamiliar equipment. She had to jump to look on top of the counter to find a box of cereal that someone had left out.

Which was why she was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the counter, eating fistfuls of cereal out of the box and looking around nervously.

[ooc: This always said Saturday, what are you talking about?]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had all this video from AT runs out at the warehouses that her newly-set-up drone had managed to capture, but it was hard to tell if said footage was any good on her phone's tiny screen. But there was a giant TV in the common room that she could review it properly.

Of course, a nice big high-definition screen made it really easy to see all sorts of things that a dozen viewings on her phone hadn't revealed. Which meant that it wasn't long before Ringo was doing running commentary that made it clear just how terrible the girl on screen was.

"Tuck in your arms!" she yelled at the TV. "How are you supposed to control rotation if you're flailing around like that? And what was that landing? Did you see that wobble? It's because you over-rotated! You call that a flip? That was terrible!"

Sometimes Ringo was her own worst critic.

[ooc: Open like a CR, with warnings for possible SP.]

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!]

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!]

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.

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!]]

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.

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 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!]

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?

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.]

kenselvren

The television in the room had not wanted to play anything other than annoying people doing silly things. Jalian had tried the remote control, but it hadn't helped. She had then tried to turn it off, but the machine was having none of it.

She'd finally pried off the back of it and taken a look. And to her delight had found that a) it had a number of lower-tech pieces in it that might actually be useful, and b) that shut it up.

She was now happily examining and testing various parts of the guts of the thing.

Hope nobody wanted to watch things tonight.

[Open post and room!]

Current Location: 5th floor common room

soniaroadsqueen

It was really windy outside. Windy enough that it had tempted Ringo into an extra long morning AirTrek session. There was nothing quite like launching yourself ten meters above the rooftops and just letting the wind snatch you up and drag you along. She'd only come back to the dorms because she was hungry.

It didn't take her long to make way too much fried rice, and then she stretched out on the couch, plate of rice in her lap, and started playing some new AT videos her sister had sent on the TV. There were some amazing shots of Tokyo's skyline throughout, and some really sweet tricks in there as whoever the video was of (not anyone she recognized from the old days) bounced from building to building.

Huh. Come to think of it, how did anyone even shoot this video? Another rider wouldn't be stable enough to get such a good shot, but the camera was definitely in motion. Not a helicopter, either, not in those tight spaces. Ringo chewed thoughtfully at her rice and stared at the screen with a frown. For the moment, at least, only half her attention was on the really sweet AT tricks on-screen as part of her brain was furiously trying to figure out the technical aspects of filming them.

kenselvren

After yesterday's class on propaganda, a light had gone on for Jalian. This was how one person could change more than just their surroundings. She'd largely ignored movies and TV before, but now she was curious.

So, she was sitting in the common room, watching TV. She had a bowl of popcorn and was frowning at the screen trying to pick out which parts were stupid and which might be some form of propaganda.

So far the judgment had mainly come down on "both". For just about everything.

[OOC: Open post!]

Current Location: Fifth floor common room

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo hadn't really paid much attention to the date, which was why she'd been surprised when she got back from her morning ride to find a delivery waiting for her. It was a pretty big box, too, but didn't feel like AT parts. There wasn't a return address on it, either.

With a thoughtful frown, she set the box down on the table in the common room and opened it up. Then her eyes shot wide. A cake! A really, absolutely beautiful cake. It took a couple of seconds for her to figure out why anyone would send her a cake, but as soon as she did, she was on the phone.

"You got me a cake!" she accused her sister when Rika picked up. "A really expensive cake."

"You couldn't be here with us, so we got you the same cake we got." Ringo could practically see Rika's smile in her voice. "So at least we could all share that much."

Ringo grinned. "You know I can't eat all of this by myself, right?" she asked.

"Guess you'll just have to find someone to share with. I mean, it'd be lame to spend your birthday all by yourself, so if we can't be there, make sure someone else helps you eat that cake."

"Yes, ma'am," Ringo answered, laughing.

"Happy birthday, Ringo."

"Happy birthday, Rika. And tell Mikan and Ume 'happy birthday' from me, too."

"They know, but I will."

So Ringo was smiling as she rummaged around for a plate and a fork and a glass of milk. She'd totally forgotten it was her birthday, but this was a pretty awesome way to be reminded.

soniaroadsqueen

Tomorrow was Valentines Day. That meant that today Ringo was going to do something that she'd never had a chance to do before: make Valentines chocolates. After all, TV and movies back home made it very clear that this was an important activity for high school girls to undertake.

Ringo knew that she wasn't some expert cook or anything, but she didn't want to just make the easiest recipe she could find, so she had come up with a brilliant plan. She had found four or five different recipes and figured that she'd be able to make at least one of them with some amount of success. Which meant that she had tons and tons of extra ingredients. Given that those ingredients involved a lot of chocolate, she was also, er, sampling them as she went.

She was frowning at the screen of her phone as she read one of her recipes again. "What, exactly is a simmer?" she muttered. Because the recipe implied that if she didn't get the cream to precisely a 'simmer', she'd ruin everything.

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had been responsible all morning, finishing up the last of her college applications before running off to class. So it wasn't until she got home and logged onto the net that she finally saw the news.

Oh. Oh damn.

There seemed to really be only one thing to do, once she'd gotten past the point of just staring at the screen and willing them to take it all back and declare it to be some kind of weird, tasteless, internet joke. And that was head to the common room and watch the fantasy movie he'd made what, thirty years ago now? Sure, as she'd grown up, she'd started listening to his real music; started appreciating his other roles, both on screen and on stage. But this flick, silly as it was (with a glitter budget almost the size of StuCo's), it was where it had all began.

Huh. According to the back of her DVD, the movie had had supposedly been inspired by "true events". Funny how she'd never noticed that before.

[Because method RP helps? Or something?]

doesnotkneel

Waking up to a blaze of candles upon his head had been... worrisome was the correct term, Edward supposed. But neither his pillow nor his linens had gotten scorched, and when he pulled his shirt on, it had simply seemed to pass right through the flames. This, then, was simply another fit of the island to cope with or to tolerate.

Actually, in the early morning darkness, it was downright helpful.

When Edward had ascertained the candles would do no harm at all, he wandered out for his usual morning routine: collapsing on the couch in the common room with a full bowl of cereal, turning the television to the channel that occasionally talked about boats, and lowering the brightness to such a degree the images didn't do much harm to his head. Not too bad, all in all, though he had to test several times if he wasn't about to set fire to the couch.

[[ today posts half #2. open! ]]

bestatmystery

Lottie wandered into the common room in her ratman pjs, hair poofed out sideways, eyes still more than half closed. It was too early. It was barely afternoon. But she'd woken up with her stomach growling, so now here she was, in search of delicious breakfast foods.

She opened the pantry and blinked at the plate of cheerful, aromatic holiday cookies sitting on the shelf. "I was hopin for sausages," she told Pepper, who'd trotted into the room after her. "But I suppose cookies will do me in a pinch."

Pepper barked.

"Yes," Lottie agreed seriously. "We will need milk as well."

She opened the fridge, only to find another plate of cookies. And another in the cupboard next to the fridge. And another in the next cupboard over. And another, to her dawning horror, behind every single door she opened in the common room. (And another in the hallway when she'd opened her dorm room door, but she'd managed to walk right over that one without noticing.)

"It's the fat banshee!" She slammed the last cupboard shut and threw herself dramatically onto the common room couch, pulling a throw blanket over her shoulders and peering suspiciously at all the doors in the room. "The fat banshee's found me!"

Pepper yipped at her, then hopped up onto the couch, turned around three times on the cushion next to her, and settled in for a nap.

"Fat banshee."

[yay fandom advent! Open.]

spin_kick_snap

Saturday found Kathy in a much better mood than she'd been in previous days. Enough so that rather than staying in the room she shared with Raven (who had curled up smaller than Kathy had ever seen her under her blankets in the night) and finishing off the last of the cereal in sulky silence, Kathy had decided to head to the common room to make a real breakfast. French toast, she was thinking. With--hey! A package of bacon in the fridge that needed to be used within the next day or so. Excellent! And some gaeran tost-u to make it really feel like breakfast at home.

Oooh. There was honey. She could make honey-butter! For the regular toast!

She put the TV on for some quiet background noise (was Crying Breakfast Friends playing on EVERY channel?) as she bustled around the kitchen making a hearty breakfast for herself--and maybe even a bit to share if others showed.

[Open for incoming kids! Though with SP warning as there's a sleep and a wedding to get to. Warning: - possible tw for child abuse mentions in this Dante, folks.]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

Jasper felt lazy today. A week spent around dinosaurs being little to nothing should have reinvigorated him but it had just made him lazy. He'd woken up late from sleep littered with nightmares and come down to the common room as soon as he could.

He'd made a late lunch of pancakes but that was about the extent of his productivity for the day. He was sitting on the couch now, feet propped up in front of him with the plate of food near his hip. There wasn't anything decent to watch so Jasper just settled it on some news show.

Sometimes, if they were hurting for news story, they'd run something about his dad. They ranged from how he was faring in prison to what his son had been up to since Billy Dent's incarceration to the fervent adoration of his fans.

Jasper really hoped nothing like that came on today.

[Open, sure]

buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com

The great thing about having class only one day per week is that you can spend the rest of the week exploring the island.

However the only exploring Dipper was doing today was whatever cereal he could find in the kitchen area and watching Tiger Fist

Dipper cheered when the tiger punched himself in the face. "I love TV."

[Open]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy had spent much of the morning making a list of all the things about her life that she was going to have to hide from her parents tomorrow when they visited. Sex, powers, Banzai, the island were obvious candidates, of course, but by the time she'd gotten to Raven's abilities, my piercings, Japanese friends, she just couldn't take it anymore. Hiding bits of her life and personality from her family was fine. She was used to that. But having to act like she was ashamed of her friends because her dad was a bigot who couldn't let history go? That was just a line too far.

So, rather than think about her parents at all, Kathy had found the most complicated recipe for strawberry cupcakes she could find, ran to the store for ingredients, and had come to the common room to throw herself into an whirlwind of baking. It was hard to think about, well, anything, when you were trying to made graham cracker crust by hand at the same time you were thickening strawberry filling in a saucepan and beating butter and cream cheese together for frosting.

Normally, she would have tried to distract herself with homework, burying all the things she didn't want to think about under piles of equations, chemical formulae, and essay outlines. It felt good to be doing the same thing with something as frivolous as baking, especially since her parents would have vastly preferred the former. And between snacking on cupcakes (for quality control!) and belting out classic rock, Kathy managed to jolly herself back into a good mood in a fairly short amount of time.

soniaroadsqueen

It was a fact of AirTrek, and probably lots of other physical activities, Ringo supposed, that no matter how good you were, no matter how well you knew the terrain, and no matter how much you practiced, you could still get injured. She'd had to cut her daily ride short when she'd placed her foot just wrong landing on a roof after a particularly high aerial. She probably could have recovered from that, after all, it was a pretty small mistake, but something had cracked and shifted under her wheels, and she was already just off-balance enough to take an awkward tumble off that roof. And the buildings in Fandom really weren't tall enough for her to regain her balance before she hit the ground, bounced, and rolled.

So now she was back in the dorm, carefully filling some ziploc bags with ice. An ugly purple bruise was already filling in on her left shoulder, and a similar one was just barely visible in the gap between her shirt and pants. And the left leg of said pants had quite a few more rips in it than it used to, with some ugly red scratches peeking through to match the ones peppered across her arm.

She hissed slightly as she pressed a bag of ice against her shoulder, and started looking around for some tape or a roll of plastic wrap that she could use to hold it in place.

As far as AT-related injuries went, these weren't really that bad. With her accelerated healing the bruises would mostly fade in a day or two, especially if she kept them iced for the rest of the day. So: ice for her shoulder, ice for her hip, and then Ringo planned to stretch out on the couch and see if there was anything good on TV.

[Open.]

bestatmystery

So it was, like, really hot out. It was hot in a way that Lottie hadn't really known was possible in real life without things being on fire. It had to be at least 40 or something. (Sure, her phone said it was 32, but it was not to be trusted.) It was absolutely not a day to be outside unless you absolutely had to be, unless you were secretly a tropical fish or something. So Lottie was lounging around the common room, a pint of melting ice cream on the floor by her head, that documentary about Spinal Tap on the television turned up to eleven (it was basically required, okay?) while she called home.

Because clearly the proper response to "it's so hot outside I'm going to die" was to convince her mother to let her bring her dog, covered in fluffy black fur, to the island with her next session.

"But he'd love it here, Mum! There's squirrels to chase about and green deers!"

"Wait, wait," her mother was saying. "Go back to the part where you're NOT IN FRANCE?"

Yeah, she should have gotten around to telling her mother that part rather a bit sooner.

[Open common room is open.]

buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com

A tripod with a video camera had been set up in the common room and it was currently pointed at the kitchen area. Dipper was also sitting in front of the camera holding up a cardboard sign (Formerly a pizza box) which read "Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained - Episode 2"

"Hi everyone!" Dipper said to the camera. "Today on the guide to the unexplained: How all this food in the common room magically appears. I'm going to stay here in this common room until I get to the bottom of this."

He paused for a moment to consider what he just said.

"Except for bathroom breaks."

...

"And I guess classes and showering."

Dipper could feel the commitment to this mystery wavering.

[Open though subject to SP.]

bestatmystery

Lottie sang a little popcorn song to herself as she danced around with a very large bowl of the stuff, shaking it about a bit to help distribute the butter and salt she'd put on it properly. She danced her way over to the couch where she flopped upside down and switched on the television.

She flipped through the channels extremely rapidly for a few minutes before pausing for breath on some show about hunting furry monsters in the Florida Everglades.

Have finally cracked it, she texted Shauna as she settled in to watch. Mr. Bough is def an elderly FLORIDA SKUNKAPE.

[Open!]

soniaroadsqueen

The weekend had been a quiet one, and Ringo had spent a lot of time in the old warehouse district working on new tricks. She felt like she was almost there with that tricky wall-launch into a spinning rail grind. Another good weekend of work and she'd have it nailed, which was a good feeling.

But it also meant that she hadn't spent much time in the dorms properly, and since she didn't have Monday classes, she felt like a lazy day in was something she'd sort of earned. Which was why she'd only done an easy one-hour series of run before coming back to the dorms and showering with plans to grab some junk food from the common room after.

Except that when she got out of the shower, it was to a message from Mikan back home. Apparently someone had found a video archive of a virtual face-off between Kogarasumaru and the original Sleeping Forest line-up. And it was a Balloon match, too! Balloon was by far Ringo's favorite team-based AT competition because it was so vertical, and the tactical options were so intricate as both teams sought to be the first to grab the balloon while doing everything in their power to keep the other team from doing the same.

It was the sort of video that couldn't be appreciated properly on a phone's screen, so Ringo's existing plan to spend the afternoon in the common room were definitely locked in. She rushed in, grabbed a huge pile of snacks pretty much completely at random, and got the video set up on the big screen.

She was definitely going to watch what promised to be a truly epic battle as many times as she could. She kept rewinding to rewatch specific sequences, slowing things down to watch key moments intently. Especially that moment near the end when Emily managed to dodge past Kilik to make that jump... Knowing both of the riders in question, that was maybe the most epic moment of the whole match.

spin_kick_snap

During class on Wednesday, Kathy and Raven had decided to have a Revengers marathon. They probably wouldn't get through all of them, considering there were almost twenty hours of film to get through, but they could at least watch the first three or four (maybe even five?) without going stir-crazy.

With her only class of the day canceled, Kathy came right back to her room, grabbed her laptop to plug into the TV so they could watch the movies on a decent-sized screen, and put in an order for a ridiculous number of pizzas and sodas to be delivered. They'd need to keep their strength up somehow during the marathon, wouldn't they? Superhero movies, pizza, soda, and Raven was bringing the popcorn--what a great way to start the weekend!

[Open!]

soniaroadsqueen

It had required moving some furniture around in order to create the space necessary, but Ringo had managed to lay down a big white sheet on the floor and pin its corners with some large boxes. She'd even had boxes left over, and those were stacked near the edge of the area she'd blocked off.

Most of the boxes were open, too, and revealed their contents to be hundreds of tiny different bits of metal. Ringo had asked Ume to send her AT parts, and Ume had delivered in spades. She had enough pieces here to put together dozens pairs. Sometimes, apparently, little sisters were good for something after all!

Of course so many boxes had taken a lot of work to get up to the fifth floor, and she hoped no one had been annoyed as she had painstakingly moved one box at a time from the lobby.

Now Ringo was sitting in the middle of that white sheet, her smile matched by some happy humming as her hands rapidly swapped out small screwdrivers for tiny wrenches and the pile of precisely-machined metal in front of her began to take shape.

Every so often some screw or gear would slip from her fingers, and she'd have to put down what she had so far and find it. Fortunately, the sheet was very, very clean, and practically nothing blended in against it. So soon enough she'd be back to humming and assembling, and she was almost done with the first unit.

[Open!]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

His first class was in the books and Jasper really didn't know what to make of this place. He'd expected to be sitting through classes that detailed the ins and outs of the works of Walden or Thoreau or taught him how to solve high level math problems. Instead, he'd dealt with a simulation about the aftermath of the end of the world.

Kinda interesting, he had to admit.

He had one more class tomorrow and then he'd make judgments on the whole thing. For now, he was sitting back on the couch with a battered manilla folder on his lap. Inside were the pictures of his father's victims that he'd hung up at home. One hundred and twenty four pictures. In a new place with so many new people, he needed this. He needed the reminder of what could happen if he ever lost control.

Prospects are there for you and for me, Jasper. That’s what they exist for, get it?

"Thanks, Dear Old Dad," he muttered, flipping to the picture between the eightieth and the eighty first victims. His mother's face stared back at him and he touched the old photo with a fingertip before sighing and closing the folder.

He left it on his lap and turned on the television. Maybe he'd try and do something normal.

[ Open ]

Current Mood: apathetic

spin_kick_snap

Kathy was a zombie this morning.

No, really. After staying out far too late in Baltimore last night, she'd come home with the sun well on its way to being up and flopped down on her bed to catch a few blissful hours of sleep. But apparently something had taken her 'few' at face value and decided that a few was all she needed before being woken up by a phone call informing her that she had a kid.

With Ezra.

Oh god.

A weekend of childcare was not something she could deal as sleep deprived as she was, so after a trip downstairs to make sure she hadn't just dreamed that whole conversation, she'd come back up here to try to make herself functional. Which meant coffee. So much coffee. Ridiculous amounts of coffee to be consumed as quickly as possible. And then also food, because she was starving and there were kids and they'd probably be starving and at least Fandom had had the decency to stock the fridge before inflicting small people on the island?

With a second pot of coffee brewing (she hadn't been kidding about needing her caffeine, okay?), Kathy set to work making a decent amount of breakfast for anyone who'd be interested. Omelettes with various kinds of filling, bacon, and toast would make for a decent breakfast for kids, right? And some hoddeok for dessert because she needed some delicious comfort food that reminded her of home right now.

Home, where she didn't have children.

[Open to kids and students!]

doesnotkneel

There had never been a better time for Edward's schedule-mandated long weekend than this. He had scampered out of his room obscenely late and made it as far as the common room, where he'd collapsed on the sofa for a brief nap.

Then he'd managed the cereal. Then there'd been another nap.

Eventually it just seemed more sensible to collect his pillow and his blanket and his spare pillows and his spare blanket and dump them on the floor of the common room entirely. There was food nearby, and it was terribly comfortable. He curled back up on the blankets and blew through another brief nap before scrambling up to go collect that bag of chips he'd found.

It could go on that coffee table. Within grasping range from his miniature blanket fortress.

[[ open! join in fortress-building. ]]

kenselvren

Jalian could be doing this in her room, especially as she now had no roommate. She probably should be doing it in her room. But she was trying to be more social and learn more about the people around her, and she couldn't do that in her room.

So, she was sitting on the floor cross-legged, with bits of wire and circuitry and a scattering of small vacuum tubes around her, attempting to put something together.

The television was on in the background - she wasn't watching it, but hadn't bothered to turn it off. It seemed to be two groups of males on ice hitting each other with sticks, which was occasionally amusing.

[Open room and post!]

Current Location: 5th Floor Common Room

flickofthewrist

It was a brand new year.

That didn't mean much to Flick but whatever. The last night of 2014 had been spent quietly and without much fanfare so he figured maybe he'd try to get the new year off to a decent start. He was up, showered and in the midst of trying to figure out how to cook something for breakfast. He didn't want something cold and soggy and he didn't want to venture out in the cold to try and get something.

So, he was going to attempt an omelette. Now, Flick was a guy who didn't cook much. His cooking consisted of microwaves and Chinese take out so not good at all but he had a recipe and he wanted something to busy his mind so it was time to give it a try. Hopefully the fire extinguishers worked.

There was a year end countdown on the television, ticking off the best of television, music and movies. Flick wasn't paying much attention to it but it was noise and made it easier for him to focus and to not wander off into an excursion inside his own head.

That never ended well.

[Open, sure. Day off, yay]

Current Mood: creative

dauntless-four.livejournal.com

It had been snowing and Four was from a place where snow was, you know, normal. So he'd gone out on a nice, normal run (because he was a nice, normal guy) and had run into Fandom and all of its color-spattering evil snow glory.

Which explained why his pants and hair was a few different colors and his shirt was gone (and he had a red splash on the back of his neck where a snowflake had made it down his sweatshirt).

He was making hot chocolate to deal with the chill. Laundry would come next.

doesnotkneel

After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all.

He'd somehow managed to procure a small blanket (or maybe it was a towel; towel was more likely) which he had yanked over his head. His coat, he'd dropped on his feet during the night when those had gotten cold.

And there he still laid now, snoring. Oh, sure, he'd woken up once or twice already, but the sheer cracking agony of his skull had made being awake seem very uninviting, and he was intent on avoiding it for as long as possible.

[[ open! ]]

spin_kick_snap

After last year, Kathy wasn't going to try trick-or-treating around the dorms again, but that didn't mean she couldn't celebrate the holiday anyway. She'd splurged on a really awesome angel costume and had even gotten Minako into the spirit of things. (She'd also gotten a little kitty costume for Artemis, but he'd seen her come into the room and fled under Minako's bed and no amount of cajoling would get him to come out.) Rather than wandering the town, however, she settled for decorating the common room with crepe paper, plastic decals, and big bowls of candy and finding a channel on the TV that was playing all the Halloween specials she remembered from her childhood, with promises of scarier fare later in the evening.

Sure, at some point, Kathy was gonna have to trade her angel wings for her karate gi and go patrol the streets of Baltimore, but until then, she was going to live it up Halloween style.

Best holiday.

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After going to class and doing some work out at the warehouse, Barry decided to take a break and settle in for a bad night of SyFy movies. Settling into the common room, he saw that someone had put out cake and an ice cream bar.

"Weird," Barry said with a shrug but turned on TV in the hopes of finding some kind of shark-themed debacle.

But unfortunately the TV was not cooperating. In fact it would only show one movie series in particular.

"What the fuck is Fandom Chicken? Holy shit. Is that Rikku?"

Barry's introduction into Fandom's sordid past had only begun.

[My way of celebrating the game IC before Barry's memory is wiped. Come have virtual cake and enjoy the glory that is FANDOM CHICKEN

halfbad.livejournal.com

The realization that Nathan had been on this island for several months without seeing or even sensing one Hunter was a sudden one. It him him early in the morning when he'd been sleeping soundly against the crook of a tree in the preserve. He'd woken up gasping and nearly crying, feeling selfish and cowardly for secluding himself away on an island while Annalise slept endlessly and Gabriel was lost.

As he trudged back to the dorms, Nathan wondered if Mercury had grown tired of waiting for Nathan and had done something horrible to Annalise and if Gabriel was experiencing the same thing with Clay. He wondered where the Fairborn was and if it had fallen into White Witch hands.

He wondered about Arran and if he was being punished for Nathan's absence and if Jessica is doing the punishing. He wonders where Deborah is and before Nathan realized it, he was in the common room instead of his room, standing in front of the kitchen and gripping the counter.

Nathan shook his head, trying to clear the fog and the thoughts and decided that since he was there, he could get something going for lunch. Maybe some soup or something else simple and easy since he didn't think he had it in him for something overly complex. He started getting the ingredients together for a simple soup recipe that Celia had taught him and push all the other things down and behind a locked door in his head.

Maybe later he'd try to leave. Or maybe he'd continue to be a coward and go back to his room. Nathan hadn't decided yet.

[Open, of course]

Current Mood: indescribable

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After finally getting Eleanor out of the closet (and 27 R Kelly songs) and cleaning up the lab, Barry was in no rush to get to the warehouse this morning to oversee the work on the submarine.

As a result Barry was sitting on the couch looking at an infomercials for Stufz Hamburger Press and eating his organic cereal with soy milk.

"Who buys this fucking-"

EEEEEEEE-oooooooooooong

"-shit?"

Womp Womp

Unfortunately Barry was not aware that a side effect of the vaccine he accidentally received was causing him to act strangely whenever he cursed.

This could be weird.

[Open! Barry will be acting strangely this week due to the gremlin vaccine he was injected with yesterday. Have fun with him this week!]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

Barry had popcorn. Barry had chips and salsa. Barry had the TV on SyFy.

Why?

Because ~~meta for~~ Sharknado 2: The Second One was premiering tonight.

And seriously, you got to love bad shark movies from SyFy.

"Fuck yeah! There's going to be chainsaws!"

Barry might be a little to excited to see this.

[Open! Up Early for some SP spots here and there]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After the events that took place in the warehouse Friday night, Barry was distancing himself from the place for a bit. Besides most of his experiments could be run remotely at the moment.

Barry was monitoring those experiments from his tablet while he ate his breakfast which consisted of a bowl of organic cereal and soy milk. On the TV was yet another horrible TV movie from SyFy which dealt with prehistoric sharks that could swim through sand.

"This movie is utter shit," Barry declared to no one in particular in between bites.

And yet he kept watching it while eating his cereal, monitoring his experiments and apparently designing something on his tablet that looked like a baseball cap.

Anyone coming by to agree or disagree with him would be welcomed.

[Bored. Come entertain me!]

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