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Ummmm....today had been the last day of classes, which made it officially summer...how was nobody totally on a party for that fact???

It was, at least, a problem easily fixed, so with help from Wayne and Astrid (and Astrid's T&C discount, heh heh heh), snacks, beverages, and a keg were procured and dragged all the way up to what he was now dubbing The Party Floor, a few pizzas were ordered, and if the mass text wasn't enough, each of the party planners went down to a respective floor to holler out the news of a party on the sixth floor (each to varying degrees of shouty-ness).

So now it was time to pump up some music, crack open some drinks, and party it up.

And if no one else showed up, there was worse company than Astrid (no comment on Wayne but he did do most of the keg carrying), but that would be kinda lame on everyone's part.

Who didn't party on the last day of school before summer??

[[ I'm stuck at work,my brain is dead, have an impromptu OCD-free party, idk! ]]

lovethatjourney

As advertised, there was a party today, because this week was a lot and Alexis figured people needed to blow off some steam. Maybe hook up a little. Maybe it'd be a good precursor to prom!

So the common room was decorated, there was some good grinding music playing since there was a dance floor and all, and the counter was covered in snacks and drinks in case people needed something to hold while they mulled around. And she had entertainment in the form of games, so maybe that would get people going.

Welcome to the party! Alexis was here to facilitate you getting smooches!

white_oleander

So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually did wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.

She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just knew where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "Monday Night, Sixth Floor" on the other.

Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.

She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....

[[ small ocd ~~incoming~~ is up! open party is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Once again, Sabine's stuff had gone missing, and she'd decided it was the day to actually look through the common rooms and see if it was somewhere there somehow. And once she got to the sixth floor, a floor she wasn't even sure she'd realized they had, she found a party set up. There was food, there were drinks, there was music going, there were even vaguely partyish decorations strung up.

But no one was here, and she looked around before getting out her phone and sending a group text to the dorms: Did someone throw a party on the sixth floor and forget to tell anyone? Because there's one waiting up here.

So, maybe she'd wait for people and see if they knew what was up? And anyway, there was free food and drink, so she went to grab a soda, and spotted a familiar symbol on a cap. "Hey, this is mine."

[I Never party! Text sent to everyone who wants it, open to all students!]

omgnochecksyet

Christmas was a week away, and Eric being Eric, he'd been planning a massive cookie-baking session for weeks now. Of course, he'd originally planned to do it over the weekend, but. Well. For obvious reasons, that was delayed while he spent his time hiding out in his room so that the more heroic types could do what needed doing.

But the radio this morning had confirmed that things were back to as normal as Fandom ever got, and so cookie-baking was back on. Because what better way to celebrate both the holidays and the successful vanquishing of something evil? He might not be a great fighter, but he was excellent at providing baked goods as a way to de-stress.

[ooc: open! and with so many kinds of cookies. SO MANY.]

cuzfriendship

April took a step back from the wall where she had just posted her final flyer and admired her handiwork.

In bold, glittery text on cream construction paper, the flyer read:

Did you get scruffy in your time away from your parents?

Do you have a crush from home visiting that you're trying to impress?

Come to…

HAIRCUTS BY APRIL

6th Floor Girls' Bathroom

RIGHT NOW!

Reference photos or verbal descriptions accepted. Or let April go wild!

$5 per haircut, or trades accepted also.

Beneath the text, she had pasted a series of photos of makeovers she'd given over the years – Jo with side-bangs, Ripley's new 'do from the summer, and even a photo of Mal after she'd let April touch up her undercut.

With the last flyer posted, she pocketed the rest of her roll of tape and set off toward the sixth floor girl's bathroom. She figured there wouldn't be much call for the bathroom on the floor where no one lived, so it would be okay if she took up a lot of space and got some hair on the floor (which she planned to clean up, of course).

It took April several trips from her room to the bathroom to assemble everything she thought she needed. It wasn't just hair supplies, although she had plenty of those. She also stacked up some magazines on top of one of the sinks to give the whole place a real salon feel, and her laptop was around in case anyone wanted to watch a movie.

Then she propped open the door and waited for her first customers.

there is no chance i will get to pings at work today, but i wanted to get this posted early so i don't forget later.

omgnochecksyet

Well, Eric's first proper-school-year semester at boarding school had officially begun, even if he didn't have any actual classes until tomorrow.

So, naturally, he was celebrating with a bit of baking.

He'd also lugged his laptop up with him and had it set up to record as he puttered around the kitchen, chatting about the weekend's welcome picnic in between narrating the recipe's steps.

[ooc: oooopen!]

halfbad.livejournal.com

The lack of memories and knowledge of who he was had bothered Nathan at first. He didn't even have identification that he could read to figure out who he was so he was completely and entirely clueless. The scars on his body told him nothing but that he apparently was accident prone.

Nathan had realized fairly quickly that he couldn't read anything to help him figure out why he was a complete blank slate of memories so he'd just gone out exploring and nearly fallen right into the ball pit on accident. Neither this Nathan or the Nathan with memories had ever seen something like this and after looking around to make sure no one was near, he'd dove in and come up, laughing.

It felt like swimming but not. Even the slight feeling of nausea and the buzzing in his head could be ignored when he was playing around in a pit of balls. Nathan kept wading through, diving under and then resting on his back like he was floating in some water.

He grinned which was a weird sight on typical Nathan's face but this Nathan didn't care. He could show off his eyes and his scarred skin and not worry about judgment because he didn't know he had to be judged.

He was just going to play in the ball pit. Maybe for another hour (or longer). Another hour in the ball pit, anyone?

[Open! Couldn't resist]

Current Mood: creative

dollpocalypse

It was the night after graduation, and Topher had spent a chunk of this week experiencing what college life was going to be like. So, yes, there was a party happening.

New grads, their guests, and anyone who didn't make a big deal about being an underclassman (because let's face it, Topher didn't know who was in what grade) were all welcome to come upstairs and enjoy snacks, soda, and booze. Lots of booze.

Because who didn't want to celebrate this milestone on the way to adult life by jumping into a ball pit with their graduation cap still on? Topher sure did.

[[open party!]]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There were snacks (healthy and non) set out for everyone when they arrived, along with various magazines sitting there for people to peruse. "Hey, guys," Stacey began, "it's the first week back from break, so we thought we'd talk about what we did, share stories, things like that. For instance, I was back in New York." It was all very sophisticated.

"And if you don't have anything interesting to talk about, all the magazines have articles about Ryan Gosling, so I figured we could talk about him." Some people here didn't even know about Ryan Gosling. So sad.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

When the sorority met today, they'd find a lot of construction paper and various basic craft supplies laid out for them. Because this was what happened when Rilla let Stacey take ideas straight from her old Kid Kits.

"So with Valentine's Day being tomorrow, we were thinking of making our own conversation hearts," Stacey began. "You know those heart-shaped candies with words on them like 'Be Mine' and 'I Love You'?" Valentine's Day was sort of an evil holiday for her in some ways, really. "So we're going to make and personalize our own. We have hearts made out of paper and you can decorate them however you want, and slip them under people's doors. You can make some for your boyfriends or friends or someone you think just needs some cheering up!"

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

The girls who'd signed up would have received ~~handwavy~~ emails telling them to meet up here in their pajamas, which miiight have given them a clue as to what Stacey and Rilla had them doing today.

"Hey, everybody," Stacey greeted them. "So, since this weekend was... a little different, we thought maybe we'd go full-on girl today and just have a little slumber party day. We have snacks, and movies, and maybe we can even get some gossip in about boys or something." She paused. "Unless that's traumatic after the weekend."

ultron_junior

There'd been a ~~handwavy~~ email sent to the student body inviting them to games night, but Victor realized as he set out notepads and dice and stacked the manuals neatly by the chair he planned to sit on that he might be in over his head. He'd played tabletop RPGs a couple times, sure, but run a game?

Well. Fandom was all about new experiences, and the Lightning Bug premise seemed like an easy hook. He leaned back to study the manual one more time and waited to see who would show up.

[OOC: Open game!]

notconflicted

Sia had spent her day slaving over a hot stove, and finally dinner was ready. She'd gone to freshen up and change into her best dinnerwear, and then began setting the dining room table. Surely the delicious smells wafting downstairs would bring people by any minute now, so they could all talk about their days and avoid upsetting subjects like politics or religion or the growing need for bomb shelters.

Come one, come all! There was enough pot roast to go around!

[Open! Get in here.]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Since the attempts of getting a good photograph at work was pretty much a failure, Britta was actually feeling a little bit glad that she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ promised to show Frank the ball pit she mentioned at the picnic. She did wonder why someone would need to be shown a ball pit; it was pretty easy to find. But, on the other hand, she also wouldn't be surprised if Frank had somehow managed to hurt himself on a plastic colorful ball, so if anything, she was there to supervise.

"So, there you have it," she said, gesturing toward the large pit filled with balls, just as the name and her earlier description would suggest, "the ball pit."

[[ Frank modded with permission and open ball pit is so totally open ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today when the girls got there, they'd find today set up like an afternoon tea. Because it was afternoon and there was tea and biscuits. Pretty self-explanatory there.

"Hi, everyone," Annie said. "First off, I wanted to tell everyone great job at the fashion show last week. You could work the catwalk like real models!" Even if they decided against pants.

And mostly seemed to hate colour. “We raised a lot of money,” Rilla said, smiling broadly. “More than the Junior Red Crosses of Glen St. Mary Lowbridge! And not just because of the time difference and subsequent inflation!”

This had not made Rilla a lot of friends at home. Raising money for charity was cutthroat. She waved her hand at the tables. “Next week is final exams, which hardly seems possible, so today I thought we could spend time to say goodbye to our senior sisters and wish them all the best in their futures.”

Annie maybe pouted a little. Look, she was off to the exciting land of community college, she was sort of sorry to be leaving here so fast now. "I know I can at least say that it's been an honor to know all you guys and help lead you in a sisterly way over the last semester, and I'm going to miss you all." And that was not at all a pause to totally not cry, nope!

Except for how she gestured for Rilla to go next because she was still pausing to totally not cry.

“Awwwww,” Rilla said, flinging her arms around Annie. “We’ll miss you too!”

That did not help with the not crying, no. So when Annie hugged her back while continuing with, "We have teeeeeea," it was really, really whiny. Sorry, girls.

longislandiceme

So, Charlotte and Henry showing up at Sookie's hotel room yesterday had been... a pleasant surprise. Eventually, of course, they'd wheedled Sookie into agreeing to bake some cookies.

Which meant traipsing back to the dorms for a bit, because a hotel room kitchenette wasn't quite enough space for this sort of thing- especially with two youngsters (and Bobby) underfoot.

"Chocolate chocolate chips!" Henry voiced his opinion of what should be made.

"With butterscotch," Charlotte added.

[ooc: open open open!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. ~~Or to get tested.~~ So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was poking around at the stove in the sixth floor kitchen when the other members of the sorority began to filter in. “Hello,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad to see you. I’m Rilla Blythe, and I’m a sophomore, and Annie--” she waved a hand at Annie, “--and I are your leaders this semester.”

"Hi, everyone," Annie said brightly. "First of all I want to say thanks for being here, and welcome to the new people, and hi again to the ones we already know. We're going to have a lot of fun this semester, we'll make sure of it." Meaning they'd have fun if it killed her. Or them. Either one.

“Today we’re going to just get to know our new members,” Rilla said, then pointed to the cakes that were cooling on the counters amid cans of frosting, “while making cake pops, which seem to be cake-flavoured lollipops of some kind.” She was from 1914. They didn’t do this sort of thing there.

"They are! It's cake on a stick," Annie explained. "It's easy to make and you can decorate them however you want. So, you know, go ahead and express yourself! ...Through cake."

“And talking to each other, too,” Rilla added. “We have some fun ideas for the semester, but we’d love to hear from all of you as well!”

wasthecuteone

It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks. There was a ~~handwavey~~ party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

~~Moddable~~ ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

dollpocalypse

So Topher (and the radio) hadn't been lying: Topher really did have a laser tag set for eight. Today, however, it was going to be used for two as he and Sam Puckett settled the score on the whole Badass Competition thing. In the time before she got there, he made sure to set the whole floor up for laser-tagging -- he turned off as many lights as he could find, overturned furniture, and suited up in the blue equipment, because blue was totally better than red. Sam could have the red. He thought about playing dirty and laying in wait to zap her as soon as she walked through the door, but she wouldn't be suited up, so it wouldn't count. Damnit.

[[For one! Up early so I don't forget, omg.]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

So, there was this thing. This thing wherein Wesley had been an owl during the last week of classes and had missed out on the opportunity to take his girlfriend to prom. There was also this other thing wherein said girlfriend was leaving tomorrow to participate in some crazy people's idea of a game. The result of these two things combining was that on Thursday evening, Wesley made his way up to the sixth floor with flowers and candles and a stereo and decided to make Katniss a second attempt at prom.

It took about an hour to set up, what with the stray balls from the ball pit finding their way under tables and over to the middle of the dance floor. But eventually he managed a room that looked... almost like a prom. There was one table with various appetizer-like snacks on it, candles lit all over the room, flowers in vases, and prom-appropriate music flowing from the stereo. In short, it was a prom.

Once he was satisfied that it looked as nice as it was going to look, he headed downstairs to the second floor, left a note on the door of room 221 directing Katniss to come up to the sixth floor, and then went back upstairs to wait. All in all, he was quite proud of himself.

[[for the girl! this has totally used up my cuteness quotient for the week, omg.]]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

icecoldfrost

Sorority met later than usual today, and Emma and Quinn had taken over the entire sixth floor. There were big fluffy pillows everywhere, with every kind of snack and non-alcoholic beverage you could ~~mod~~ dream up, and a stack of dictionaries, encyclopedias, and various reference books.

"So, finals," Emma said cheerfully. "Where some of you study frantically because you haven't paid attention this semester."

"And where some of you have to study frantically, because you want to go to college and no school is going to accept having been the wrong age every other reason as an excuse for a low GPA," Quinn added. "Anyhow, they're here. Hopefully they aren't killing you too much. If you're lucky enough to be done, please don't taunt the rest of us too much."

"So we've set up a study-night," Emma explained. "We can camp out here tonight, and help each other with our work. Studying alone causes ulcers. Studying with your supposed peers....at least it will be memorable?"

vanillajello

Kate had been roaming the dorms for the past day and a half, enjoying the calm and the freedom to do practically whatever the hell she wanted, even if that whatever was nothing more than trying out whether she could play Chopsticks on the piano on the first floor without too much of a risk of anyone walking in to see her making a fool of herself

And like she'd decided yesterday, in the evening she ended up on the sixth floor for a little party of one. This was the first time she'd been past the fourth floor since before Christmas, and in the back of her mind she knew it could very well be the last time, too, so she was savoring it. Which meant she'd spent a considerable amount of time in the ballpit, yes.

It also meant she was taking advantage of the dancefloor. She'd taken a while to figure out how to get the lights and the disco ball going, but once she had it was pretty fucking spectacular. And obviously she'd queued up music on the sound system: a fairly random bunch of songs ranging from sleek French electro pop through shouty Japanese bands to the best of the American indie rock scene from the past 20 years or so. There were even a couple of short bits of jazz in there. You couldn't live with Marshall and not end up liking some of it.

As for nourishment, she had a pizza and a bowl of fruit salad in the kitchen, but for the time being she'd been distracted from the whole dinner thing by a particulary good song coming on. She'd rushed to the dancefloor to dance and sing along, loudly.

"-- When she wants something, man, she don't wanna pay for it!

Screw Hawaii. This was the real vacation for her. It didn't mean all the confusing thoughts weren't still there, but they were taking a backseat for now.

[ooc: Open to interaction both in person and by phone, yes yes.]

Current Music: Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealing

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not exactly the sort to fuss over her appearance. Ever. But even she knew that a blizzard added to spending time with a boy (not that there was anything to that! Just spending time! With a boy! Who perhaps she liked, maybe, a little.) meant that fashion was a tricky business. She toyed with the idea of wearing something Cinna had sent, but in the end, she picked a longer shirt and comfortable pants -- a very Katniss outfit. The only thing that she did, that Cinna might have approved of, was that she left her hair down and out of its braid. She didn't dress it more than that, but even this much was far more neurotic than she'd ever been picking out clothes.

And since they'd planned to go out somewhere, with food, and that was clearly not an option, Katniss had raided the common room pantry. And such, her contribution to this meal was...Oreos. And some peanut butter. Hopefully that would be good enough. There was a fireplace, anyway, and she'd curled up near it to keep warm. She could have been happy enough going out, but she didn't think the island was of the hardy stock that she and Wesley boasted (or pretended at), and there wasn't likely to be many places open, anyway.

So she settled in to wait for Wesley, mentally rehearsing things that she definitely didn't want to talk about: the Tour, Peeta, the future, Panem in general....

[Katniss is here for Wesley omgggggggg, but common rooms are open!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn woke up shivering under a blanket on the couch. It was freezing, and she was pretty sure that fireplace hadn't been there when she fell asleep. She was going to have a stern talk with the weather gods about the quick-change act.

She stood up groggily, blanket around her like a cape, and decided to try to make coffee. She'd be less cold if she moved, right?

And then she realized the power was out, and there was no way to make coffee without power.

She could already tell this was not going to be her favorite day.

[OOC: Open to anybody who fell asleep upstairs last night! Or anyone who wanders up. I'm not fussy.]

icecoldfrost

It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.

[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]

glacial_queen

The sixth floor had been transformed into a proper Winter Wonderland, complete with twinkling lights adorning the walls, and... snow?

Yes, snow. Inside. Don’t ask how it got here. Or why it wasn’t melting despite the fact that the room itself was a comfortable temperature. If someone did ask, the only answer they’d get was a mysterious smile from Karla and a slight waggle of her fingers. Whatever conclusion they wanted to draw from that was fine.

But it wouldn’t be a party without the food, of course, which is why there were several tables with all sorts of (vegetarian-friendly) snacks and drinks, and, yes, a cake. Made by Sookie and not either of the two people organizing this party. ~~Which meant it was safe for human consumption~~. Speakers hidden behind fake trees were playing soft New Agey music, with a few instrumental holiday carols thrown in. Even some of the tinsel from yesterday had been saved and used to decorate.

Come in, relax, and help the birthday girl celebrate her first party in style.

[Bit of OCD ~~coming~~ UP! WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS? UGH.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had spent the better part of the morning ensuring that every balloon was filled, that the food -- thanks Kennedy -- was out, and that the ballpit was available for maximum...ballpittiness.

Shhh.

The cake had taken her awhile (though she'd ordered the penguins rather than made them herself) but overall, she was pretty pleased with it. And hopefully, the birthday boy would also be.

[~~SP from me until about 5:30 EST!~~ lol I got certified early and they let me go at 1.]

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!]

glacial_queen

By mutual agreement, Karla and her parents decided not to talk about about what was going on in Glacia and why she was here at Fandom. They still wished to know and were biding their time; Karla had pretty much decided that telling them would be a waste of time. All they could do was feel bad about it.

Instead, they had spent the afternoon ~~handwavily~~ wandering around the island, with Karla pointing out fun places to hang out and explore. Her father was intrigued by all the modern technology and would have been happy to spend several hours in Karla's dorm, fiddling with the lightswitch, her ipod, and her laptop. Karla's mother, however, wanted to meet more of Karla's friends. Having been on the island for over a year now, Karla knew the best way to lure people into one place.

Several orders of takeout later, the sixth floor common room was filled with dishes from Il Pollo, the Lobster Hut, Ching Tai, and, of course, Pizza Planet. She couldn't let her parents come to Fandom and not try pizza!

[Open for any night-owls!]

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

longislandiceme

So... Bobby had never been up to the sixth floor except for parties and that one disastrous baking attempt with Sookie. Today, though, he was bored and wandering and... wondering where that random, unmarked door led.

The answer was, apparently, to a hallway with more doors. Bobby then opened one of those doors and...

"Whoa."

Bobby made a few calls, because holy crap this was way too awesome to keep to himself, and then settled in to wait for people to arrive.

[ooc: YES. RETURN OF THE SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURES. Bobby called a whole bunch of people, and in his excitement probably called more than a few random numbers, if your character doesn't know him but would like an excuse to come play. MINOR OCD ~~ONNAWAY~~ UP.]

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!]

thatsamilkshake

Lily was not allowed to use the stove without an adult ~~who was not Uncle Merlin~~ present.

She supposssssed that the oven counted as part of the stove.

Putting stuff in mixing bowls and pans to make brownies and cookies and cakes and pies, though? No rules about that. ~~You fools.~~ As long as they got a grown-up to come turn on the oven when everything was ready.

'They' being any kids, kind of related to her or otherwise, who showed up in response to her ( signs... )

[OOC: Open, mostly for kiddles, but if an adult wants to come and drag someone away or be otherwise unhelpful, t'is acceptable! Any magic in these baked goods will be of the actual kind and consist of... generally making them inedible, and/or making the sprinkles dance.]

icecoldfrost

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil balloons and noisemakers scattered around the room.

Plus, of course, there was the ball pit.

Being inside eating cake and goodies was a lot better than being out in a fog with imaginary and real monsters in it.

[open, ~~wait for the OCD~~ teeny OCD is up!]

bitchprince

Waking up with an insane hairy idiot in his closet had not been Arthur's (or England's or UK's, whatever name you chose to pick) first choice for an agreeable morning. Most upsetting.

He also had no idea where he was, but it was likely he had simply passed out in the pub last night and forgotten about it. Whatever the case, he was peckish. A good breakfast would do him well.

And so he found himself in the kitchen, boiling water for the tea, mixing up dough for the scones and ~~badly burning~~ cooking sausages.

All be warned. The kitchen was full of hazardous materials this morning.

[[ so I seem to hate myself. arthur is now arthur kirkland, anthromorphic representation of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland from Hetalia. post is open. mocking myself has ensued; and i swear i won't mention this again, but he looks exactly like arthur, just with thicker brows and green eyes. hush. ]]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

After coming up with the idea last night, Hoshi had been busy all day trying to pull everything together. To emphasize that this was not a Valentine's celebration, there were no hearts. Instead, as a nod to Chinese New Year, Hoshi had decorated with paper lanterns. In the kitchen, there was plenty ~~moddable~~ food from Ching Tai, desserts from J,GOB, and even ice cream from Chilly Boulder in the freezer if anyone wanted it.

The dance floor was ready for use. Hoshi had carefully picked a selection of music that was not sappy or mushy at all. However, she suspected she would be spending more time in the ball pit than the dance floor.

Welcome the the Anti-Valentine's Day Party. No date? No problem!

[Open to all, whether or not you have a date! ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is good to go!]

bitchprince

Arthur had ~~handwavily~~ sent out notice to all the leaders of the various reserves to meet here during the afternoon. He'd gotten JGoB's to dump some sandwiches and their ilk in the common room, and he fully expected Zack to come and cater to those gathered with his nearly unending reserve of cookies.

They had more important things to do than just have tea, after all.

"Thank you all for coming," he started, once everyone had arrived. "This meeting has been a long time coming. The reserves have grown across the board. It is, hence, of great importance that we coordinate our efforts, especially now that Fandom has seen fit to bless us with another invasion recently. I suggest we discuss how that was handled, what we can do better in the future, and how to spread our efforts out across the reserves themselves."

Pause.

"Also, feel free to partake of the food."

He had to be a good host, after all.

[[ open for the reserve team leaders! ... plus one OCD for anyone milling about who isn't. a reserve team leader, that is. ]]

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

thatsamilkshake

Look, it's cold out there and there's a fuzzy bunny sitting on the counter who doesn't need to make the trip to the Perk again. The adventure to retrieve the large white chocolate mocha sitting next to her was chilly enough.

It's all about the bunny. Yes. Also about cookies. Come on, it's Francine.

Who could be found near the stove with a container of Quaker Oats in her hand and a smile on her face. Mostly because there was also a tray of chocolate cookies next to her.

"Okay so, I think everybody's had a chance to see that part of keeping Fandom running is keeping people happy, and nothing keeps people happy like cookies." Please. Try to argue that with her. "But not all of us know how to bake. And that's okay. You can learn, and I'd be happy to help teach people sometime, but there are also cookies you can make without ever turning on the oven!" She wasn't looking directly at anyone when she said that. Really. "These are no-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies, and these are rice krispy treats. You have to use the stove or the microwave to melt some of the ingredients, but this baby--" She tapped the oven. "Can stay cold."

"So. No-bake cookies. Just as tasty, easy to make, slightly less chance of burning the dorms down. Also, fun!" If sticky.

[OOC: Open and sticky!]

Current Mood: hungry

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had considered doing his work in the common room kitchen, but he'd come to enjoy the space and the utilities available up on the sixth floor.

...plus Makejoy really liked to wander around and sniff at the newly renovated floors, the new furnishing, and all the different things while he worked, which was a lovely distraction whenever he was doing something that didn't require too much of his attention.

Today's work was caramels, something he'd only really done once and even then as more of an experiment than anything. Swirling them with other things, covering them with chocolate, flavoring them with liquor; some of them came out well, while a few of his experiments just hadn't quite panned out. Either way, the sugary sweetness on the air was almost as satisfying as twisting the wax paper around the best results.

[open and HI BACK AGAIN]

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