[identity profile] bigbadgunn.livejournal.com
Through the course of his search through the dorms, Gunn had discovered a gremlin nest in one of the boiler rooms of the dorm. Being the civic minded guy he is, he had promptly put up noticed regarding a Gremlin hunt throughout the hallways of the dorm giving a time and place to meet.

And so Gunn sat at the bottom of the steps near the hallway leading into the basement.

If only he knew that some Gremlins could read.


[OCD IS UP! ETA: Apologies to those I've dropped threads with. Minor work emergencies has kept me occupied.]
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
After Wyatt had dumped her in the boiler room last night, Isabel had managed to find the door in the dark. She'd thought it would be simple enough to use her powers to get it open. Except she couldn't. Either she was too stressed to focus properly, or the school had a door made of depleted uranium.

The panic attack that followed was not fun.

Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.

Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.

[ooc: For one please.]
[identity profile] keds-champion.livejournal.com
Pam had turned off her cell phone to avoid calls from Roy about their sons beating up someone else, or from Angela about how Michael had started another fire out of missing Ryan. She had more important things to do today.

So she waited in the basement near the pool, holding a few tiny bottles in her right hand.

[for Jim omg.]
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[personal profile] fates_jaye
The rain's stopped, but Jaye's still not going to try walking around in it. But the animals have started singing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" ad nauseum and she's sure as hell not staying indoors.

Which is why she's in the basement, going through a handy storage closet and finding a small one-person raft. "Boo-yah," she says, and inflates it right there... and then realizes that that's kind of stupid because now she has to get it all the way up the stairs and outside like this. But still! Raft!
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[personal profile] can_be_more
[Continued from here.]

As soon as the door slams shut, Aeryn's trying to open it again. )

[Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] whitedeathpod and [livejournal.com profile] emo_padawan. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are more than welcome. Also, I bet the doorknob was totally cherry-flavored.]
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
It was too cold and too wet to even consider the beach as a viable option. Luckily the pool was the cleanest, sparkliest, shiniest pool Jack'd ever seen.

And given that everyone was still living in the cabins, he figured it was a fair bet that no one was going to want to use it anytime soon. To be on the safe side, he'd made a sign suggesting that going away would be a good idea, and that anyone who saw the sign and did so would be owed a favour by Jack Harkness. Redeemable at will.

It took several trips down from the second floor, but he was finally satisfied. There was food and wine and a picnic blanket, there were candles and plenty of them, there was - and he grinned at himself - a CD player playing a cheesy New Age CD of ocean sounds.

Only one thing was missing, so he headed down to the cabins to find her, hanging the sign on the door on his way out.

[ooc: yeah, locked to Jack and one other, but if your character has a reason to be wandering by and does see the sign, Jack will owe them a favour.]
[personal profile] smartestone
After getting her letter from the Ministry, Hermione heads to the pool, wand in hand. She's never been down here before, but she doesn't have too hard a time finding her way.

Ordinarily she wouldn't be doing something like this immediately after getting the okay, but she has heard some things about what's gone on in there. At the very least, this may be a matter of public health.

She points her wand at the pool, and utters a simple and quiet, so no one will hear her in case she could get into trouble "Scourgify!"

And as soon as she's satisfied with the pool's new, clean condition, she heads back to her room as quickly as possible.
[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com
The pool was quiet and deserted when Ivanova padded down, shedding towel and flipflops by the poolside. Being back on the station and the abrupt realisation that soon she'd be heading right back for good had made her appreciate things like a really big pool. She paused for a moment on the end of the highest diving board, savouring the moment, before diving gracefully off. Cannonballs were for later.

[[Pool's open, come join my waterbaby.]]
[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com
Various inflatable pool toys are scattered in the pool and around it.

There's a radio playing any number of random CDs provided by Pippi. So unless somebody else wants to bring some music there's an eclectic mix of Flogging Molly, Butler Fetish, The Ramones, and sea shanties blaring.

There's also a table chock full of foodstuffs.

Swim. Eat. Play.

Leave your emo at the door.

[[ooc: OCD threads going up.
[identity profile] sogothcally.livejournal.com
"We might want to intercede here," Krycek said, watching the Mole Men. "Or explode, which I'd really rather avoid."
And now, the exciting conclusion... )

[ooc: Same Deal. OOC Commentary welcome, but this time, if a Swerval individual or two Shakespearean blokes want to explain what happened to them, they can do that ICly too. Woo!]
[identity profile] sogothcally.livejournal.com
[ooc: Following directly from here. You might want to read that first.]

Cally hits the bottom of the shaft she had fallen in mere moments before, which thankfully came to a safe incline and she merely tumbles sideways until her momentum is stopped by a stack of large sacks. About the only injuries she sustains are the soreness from tumbling over the various things in her toolbelt. She shakes her head and tries to get her bearings on where she has ended up.

She stands up, taking in the surroundings. She appears to be on an upper ledge, looking out over an extensive system of large pipes, enormous valves, and some rather impressive yet antiquated boilers. Something seems out of place, however, but Cally is unable to take in exactly what, as her recon was about to be interrupted...
Cut for length again, yay preplay )
[OOC: Oh noes! What ever will our intrepid heroes do? There is danger! And they are but normal people. Can they possibly save the day? Stay tuned... (No IC interaction possible, OOC commentary welcome, etcetera)]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge has heard about the pool. But he's never actually been *in* the pool. So he's decided to fix that. Armed with towels and a swimsuit, he's wandering the dorms, recruiting people to go swimming.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are]
[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Rory stood outside the door to the basement, wearing a bathing suit and board shorts with a bag slung over her shoulder containing the necessities: towels, her phone, a heavy flashlight, her stake, a thermos of coffee, and her somewhat depleted candy supply.

[locked to those who know who they are, yo.]
[identity profile] agent-principal.livejournal.com
The Ghost Gremlin Busters have succeeded.

"You know, the Proton packs really weren't such a good idea." Ray says, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"I concur," Egon says, brushing charred bits of gremlin off his jumpsuit. "But it seems to have worked."

"Using the twinkies to lure them out was a great idea." Ray adds.

"Yeah, brilliant. You two called me away from a beautiful woman to come join the barbecue, alright?" Venkman grumbles. "So drinks are on you. It's Milla Time!"

"Yeah, can you really believe they paid us in advance? We're set for at least three months, maybe even four if we budge properly." Ray smiles.

"If we lower our Chinese Take-Away intake, we might even get five." Egon grins and nods.

"Great thinking!" Ray shouts, and high-fives Egon.

"You two kill me. And I mean that in the you make my heart stop and fail to continue beating sort of way." Venkman snarks, lighting up a cigarette. "So, what do we do with the flash-fried gremlin legs?"

"I say... dump 'em in the pool?" Ray shrugs. "You shoulda seen the readings we got from there. It was disturbing."

"Yes, a few gremlin corpses in the water won't hurt. I think." Egon says, scratching his chin. "But then again, it is closed for repairs and cleaning anyway."

"Kill our bird with their stone." Venkman looks suitably impressed. "Good plan. Alright boys, lets dump these suckers."

And they begin to do just that.

[ooc: Do you REALLY want to talk to them? Here's your chance. Just remember this would be -during- the dance.]

Fandom High Basement

Wednesday, December 28th, 2005 10:50 pm
[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com
Sam led the way to the pool, armed with Marty's cricket bat. She set it down when she got to the door and pulled on the handle.

"Locked." She pulled some tools out of her pocket and fiddled with the lock. The doors opened a minute later. "We ready?"

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