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Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.

Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.

He'd get there eventually. Maybe.

((Open post is open!))

napking

Sure, it was Saturday, but that didn't mean Flash didn't have work to do at the Department of Mammal Vehicles! He'd gotten up bright and early in order to really hit the ground running, and now, a few hours later, he was well on his way to work!

At this rate of lightning speed, he might make it to the front door of the dorm by noon.

(Open post is open!)

onlyajones

Jo had received another massive care package from home and it had once again contained more sweets and chocolates. After classes had finished she decided to stop by the different common rooms and drop off boxes in the fridge and cupboards because even though she knew her dad meant well, she didn’t really need all those boxes and was more than happy to share them around.

[open, feel free to catch Jo on one of the floors]

hashtag_chocobro

Who had two thumbs and spent most of his Saturday making little puppy-shaped flyers to hand around and post in all the common rooms? THIS GUY!

Because, out of all the strange holidays and events that this country and this world had, there was one that Prompto had chosen to observe almost religiously, and was definitely going to have to badger Nina about recording for him next year, and he had to make sure everyone knew about it.

!!!PUPPY BOWL PARTY!!!

Come celebrate the most wonderful (AND CUTEST!) time of the year
with a PUPPY BOWL PARTY

Party starts at TWO! Game starts at THREE!

Third Floor Common Room!
(That's where Breakfast is!)

Snacks! Drinks! ADORABLE PUPPIES PLAYING FOOTBALL!

Contact Prompto (Room 303!) for more info and/or questions!!!

And once he'd papered the common rooms with them, he was wondering if he should just go ahead and put them on doors and stuff, too. Just to make sure the word got out. Or the stairways! Bathroom doors! PUPPY POSTERS EVERYWHERE!!!

[[ I've had a rough day at work and could use some fluff and don't want to just wait until tomorrow, so post is totally open if anyone wants to run into him! ]]

thatwaslucky

Rey was just going about her day, heading down the hallway from her room, when she saw Fosse up ahead, washing the floor.

She nodded hello, but otherwise was going to keep walking... and then he shook his hands at her, and paused, like he expected her to, too.

Confused, Rey stopped, and finally, awkwardly, waved her hands back.

Fosse then did some movement with his arms, and waited.

"I'm pretty sure I know what you're doing but there's somewhere I really need to be," she tried.

But he was still in her way, so Rey sighed, and did it right back at him.

Looks like today Rey was going to learn what a shuffle-ball-change was.

[Yeah, the summer activities jinxed her. No regrets, Open.]

somethingwithturquoise

It was maybe a bit late that Summer was getting to handing out her invitations for Sunday's party, but she was still way more on top of this one than she had been on some of the others. Each one was uniquely cut into various ~~moddable~~ shapes with their own glitter and swirl patterns, but the message was pretty much the same:

THE VERY LAST SUMMER SMITH PARTY*!

SUNDAY NIGHT . THE PRESERVE

Food. Drinks. Bonfire.

Sayonara, Class of 2018!

*As an FH Student, duh. See Summer Smith, room 204, for questions or details.

She took her time going around with them, hoping to catch people in opened doors or on their way places, because a personal invite was, like, so much better, but, in the meantime, every door was getting an invitation or two slipped underneath for their residents to find, an act she was mindful enough to cherish, because she highly doubted she'd do something like this again.

[[open post is open, of course!]]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer wasn't that into football, but she definitely was into excuses for parties, so you can bet she had sent out a text to everyone letting them know that she'd be hosting a Superbowl party tomorrow in the Second Floor Common Room. But knowing there were at least a few people who weren't on board with the whole cell phone thing yet, she also whipped up a few glittery posters to go around the dorms, on all the doors and fridges in the common room or anywhere else that might seem to have a good amount of eye traffic.

Superbowl/Puppybowl Party!!*
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Second Floor Common Room
Food, Drinks, and of course the Big Game!
(And the little cute game with puppies, too, because, duh)

*If you don't know what that is, then just come and find out!
Or see Summer Smith, room 204 if you have questions!

That should do the trick. Just a few more, and she'd head over to Turtle & Canary and buy every bag of Doritos in stock.

[[ open if you want to catch her and say hi! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

There was a holiday coming up. There were orange flyers, with plenty of glitter, being slipped under every door in the dormitory. At one point, Summer had to pause and wonder how many flyers were stacked up unread behind some of those doors that haven't been opened for a while.

Either way, anyone should guess by now that those flyers were about a party that Summer was hosting. She was spreading the news old school style before heading down to the causeway to catch the trip to Baltimore for the thing with the people, already dressed up and ready to go in her kick-ass Fulgora costume.

Oh, like you're all so totally surprised that Summer is holding a
HALLOWEEN PARTY!
Tuesday, October 31st, Second Floor Common Room
Costumes Encouraged.
Those without a costume are subject to have one foisted on them.
Music! Drinks! Maybe Games!
ENOUGH CANDY TO MAKE YOU PUKE!!!

Be there or else I cannot guarantee that my ghost will not haunt you once I'm dead.
♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥

She had yet to procure said candy, but she figured she still had plenty of time.

[[open post is open if you'd like to catch her while she bounces around! ]]

somethingwithturquoise

The first week of classes was almost over, so, duh, of course Summer was going to have a party! She spent most of the morning putting together solid pile of glittery, colorful little flyers to slip underneath doors around the dorms to let everyone know. They were all handwritten, but she was really proud of how meticulously spaced out all of the letters were.

FIRST WEEK SURVIVAL PARTY
You've, like, totally survived the first week of classes,
now let's totally PARTY!!!!
Second Floor Common Room, Friday Night
Pizza, Drinks, Probably Jello!

See Summer Smith, Room 204, for like any questions!

Whoo! Party!

[[ totally, like, open if'n you want to catch her as she spreads the news]]

intotheout

Tip wasn't very experienced with throwing parties, but Summer swore that fliers were the Thing To Do. So after ~~handwavily~~ running around town picking up supplies, Tip whipped up some signage.

Weather got you nervous?
Full up on adrenaline with nowhere to put it?
Come to Summer and Tip's
Shelter from the Storm Party!

Get ready to bunk down for the duration
and eat everything from the fridge/freezer that might go bad
(we've made sure they're well-stocked with ice cream and pizza!)

First floor rec room,
Saturday til the storm breaks

Tip had helpfully drawn ominous storm clouds and lightning bolts all along the top margin, with an umbrella sheltering the text from the slanting rain-lines that came down from the clouds all along the sides. The bottom margin was filled with water wave lines, naturally.

It was all very dynamic. She was quite proud.

[open, if anyone wants to catch Tip along the way!]

somethingwithturquoise

When you got right down to it, there were only three things in this world that mattered to Summer Smith: peace among worlds, getting her grandpa out of jail, and being popular at school, whatever school that may be, be it Harry Herpson or Fandom High. And, in her seventeen year old mind, the best way to be popular was through the age-old ritual of parties. And since she hadn't heard anything about any parties yet, she took it upon herself to have one. It was pretty spur of the moment, so she was kind of unprepared, but she was determined to make something work. And she had to get word out, too, so that's why she went around the dorms, slipping hand-made invitations made of construction paper and glitter underneath everyone's doors.

CONGRATULATIONS!
You survived the first week of classes and workshops
So now it's time to celebrate with a PARTY.
Saturday night in the second floor common room.

Contact Summer Smith, room 204, for any questions

And, in very small writing at the bottom, because Summer hadn't figured out how to score any booze yet:

BYOB

She had really wanted it on the roof, but all the weather called for rain, so she figured it would be better to be safe than sorry and soaked.

[[ and it's open, of course ]]

thewrathofkaan

With just two days left until the student election, Roscoe had splurged a little bit today. The point of politics was buying the results, right?

Honestly, it was embarrassing. But he was proud of what he'd come up with.

Which was: boxes upon boxes of brightly colored cupcakes with "VOTE FOR ROSCOE" written on them that he was dropping off in all the common rooms. Nothing spoke to the voters like free baked goods, right?

And just in case people weren't into gluten or didn't get out to the common rooms or were interested in the issues, he also had glittery notes that he was sliding under people's doors with the following message:

do you like parties with the good booze and playlists without the spotify ads? also, good booze?

vote for Roscoe in the student council race. xo

[[so open for reactions & interactions!]]

stacyexperiment

When Gwen got here a semester ago, she quickly found out how weird the place was... and then kept finding out how much weirder the place was than she thought. So she decided to do the new kids a solid, and that was why there was a huge sheet of butcher block paper taped up on the wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms.

THINGS ALL NEW KIDS SHOULD KNOW

Somewhere under that, she'd written:

Sometimes you turn into a dude if you're a girl, or a girl if you're a dude.
Sometimes people are from space.
Or alternate universes.
The janitor's an actual troll but he'll give you paper for stuff like this if you ask for it.

Get to adding to it, students.

[This was decided on at the last anniversary, ngl. I'm gonna be gone for a chunk of the day, but you can ping Gwen if you're up for SP, or have your own conversations in this post, or just add your own stuff to the wall!]

hurricaneanna.livejournal.com

Somewhere on the sixth floor, late enough that all good little boys and girls should be snug in their beds, she appeared, flickering like an image on a television trying to fight its way out of the screen and into reality: Anna Dressed in Blood. Or perhaps, since her name was far from common knowledge on this island, The Girl in White. Girl of Nightmares, Girl From Hell. Anna didn't know what they called her, and she didn't care. She'd been here for months now, and the most the majority of the island would ever see of her was this:

She moved slowly through the dorms, up and down the halls and down the stairs, through each floor in turn, her feet dragging horribly, like she couldn't use them at all. Dark, purplish veins cut through her dead white skin, and her eyes were like oil drops, making it impossible to tell where she was or wasn't looking, or if there was any intelligence behind that gaze. Her hair was shadowless black, moving through the air as though suspended in water, snaking out and behind and drifting like reeds. It was the only thing about her that looked alive.

Her dress was mostly white, the blood only dripping down the front to stain the floor and rapidly soak in and disappear. It should have been a gown of moving blood, but no one in the dorms knew that, just like they didn't how much of an act of will it was to hold back. She didn't want them to guess how dangerous she really was. Let them think her an aimless spirit, wandering because she didn't know she was dead. Let the grotesque, shuffling thump of her steps disturb their slumber, or the creak of her hand on the banister, let them lie in their bed and wonder if they could hear each fat drop of blood from her dress strike the floor or if it was just their imagination. Let them tell tales about her, and let those that had seen her remember and feel a shiver they wouldn't admit to in the light of day. She was just a ghost, after all. Completely harmless. Let them think that.

She reached the end of her journey eventually, walking straight through the closed lobby door and out into the night. Anyone looking out their window on that side of the dorm might see her, in her bloodstained dress, float across the lawn in the moonlight, her dragging stride seemingly forgotten, before she turned and looked back at the dorms, something like a smile flickering on her black, lifeless lips. And then she flickered out and was gone.

That should do for now.

((NFI, reactions from safely behind your doors okay. Parts of this post adapted from Anna Dressed in Blood.))

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had been sort of halfway joking about knocking on random doors to chose people to invite to the sorority crush party, but after the play rehearsal she decided she might as well give it a whirl.

She straightened her skirt and brushed a bit of glitter off one finger before knocking on the dorm room door where she'd decided to begin this quixotic quest. Who knew, maybe she'd make a new friend ... or at least meet someone not totally hopeless.

[OOC: Open if you want to get a visit from a Quinnie.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie sometimes should not be left to his own devices.

With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.

Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.

For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.

"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.

[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]

wwiii

"Oh, god."

Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.

"Oh god oh god oh god."

Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.

And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.

On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.

"Karla!"

Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.

[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]

wwiii

Warren had crashed out pretty hard last night after drinking with Hercules, but that wasn't going to stop him from waking up at a (semi) decent hour in order to get out and about and put up posters around the dorms for the upcoming Frat/Sorority/Pride-hosted holiday mixer tomorrow night.

( Poster Under Here! )

[OOC: Poster made by

hoorayimrich, who rocks. Generally establishy, but post is open if you want to catch Warren for anything.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

On her way to class, Caroline made a special run through the hallways putting up announcements for Miley's birthday party ( as you do )

Every ten feet or so, a section of wall earned itself a poster fresh from the printer! And yes, she totally hoped random strangers would show up just for the food, thus the choice of words. The cowboy boot shout out was the only hint to the country-western theme, but duh, it was for Miley. Caroline thought it was the adorably obvious part.

[Poster text: Guess who's legal? Can't go home? Come celebrate with Miley! This Wednesday Evening in the Park (near the flamingo lake). Come hungry, thirsty, and ready to dance! Note: Cowboy boots, while adorable, are OPTIONAL.
OOC: It's no surprise party, and it truly is open to all though this post is closed due to sleep. The graphic I managed is far lamer than the poster Caroline would've made, so let us pretend it is awesome >.> ]

Current Mood: happy

wasthecuteone

It was Halloween, and you know what that meant: time was up! Either people had decorated their doors for the contest or they hadn't. Or they'd left it to the last minute, were mid-process, and were about to get a shock, because it was time for the judging to happen. And no, no extensions allowed.

((OOC: How this works: Ping into the subthread for your floor with your room number and a description of how your door is decorated. ICly, Student Council representatives will handwavily come by at some point during the afternoon to judge and rank your door. (Any StuCo reps who feel like dropping into the post to comment on doors for real are of course welcome to do so. And anyone else who wants to comment on/observe a door, you just don't get to fake judge, la.) OOCly, winners by floor will be chosen via RNG. Fabulous fake prizes will be announced tomorrow!))

wasthecuteone

Before the Pride Meeting, Petra went through the halls with a stack of fliers and a copy of the student directory, sliding one under each occupied door and posting a few more in the stairwells and common rooms for good measure. They read (minus the bat and haunted house clipart):

( Flier under here! )

((~~Please hold for minor OCD.~~ OCD Mission Accomplished.))

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

It was too bad Bo would bust her for spraypainting something like WES IS FABULOUS all over the Dorm windows, but Kenzi had a plan for a string of chili lights and some glowsticks for later.

Until then, there was always posters to be put up with Super-glue. Because she couldn't resist giving Quinn some competition. Or maybe just a bad time.

( VOTE WES, THE BEST, THE BADASS. )

Okay, so that photo was a little dorky. She'd get a better one of him later.

[ooc: Wes shanghai'd into the campaign by request of his player. Muahaha.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Friday was Annie's first full day off this week, so she spent her morning getting some things printed up, and this afternoon, she was on a mission. A mission to make sure her name was wherever she thought it might catch people's eyes. So all around the dorms you might find her hanging up ( posters )

Hallways, common roomss, bathrooms, they were going up. Yes, even in the boys' bathrooms. No, she didn't get someone to do that for her.

[Text: Vote Annie Edison, Senior Student Coucil Representative. "I'll do the work so you don't have to!"
Open if you want to catch her, with some SP while I'm at work!]

vanillajello

So, Kate had been pretty pissed off over having let that pale guy escape earlier. For a bunch of reasons. She was telling herself his words weren't one of them.

Luckily the building offered more than enough distraction from that. She'd been here a month or so ago, just for a few days until she'd skipped to the fun side of town. It hadn't been like this, though: this place here was alive. It smelled utterly human, like a bunch of breathers going about their puny little lives, oblivious to the danger now right outside their doors. It was intoxicating.

Later, Kate wanted to see if the rest of the town was the same but for now, she was soaking up the smell of humanity by prowling the hallways. Occasionally, she knocked on a random door just to see if there was someone amusing there.

For now, she considered the dorms her own personal playground.

[ooc: OH SO OPEN. Feel free to run into her in any hallway, or mod your door being knocked on. She's not going to bite anyone (at least not without proper OOC permission omg), but she is going to be hella creepy at everyone, because it's what you do when you're a teen vampire.]

vanillajello

Oblivious to a certain voicemail she'd failed to notice yet thanks to her phone battery having run out within thirty seconds of receiving said message, Kate was having a good day so far. She'd spent her morning exploring the island's new surroundings (which she had decided she loved), and had then come back into town to get posters made for the party on Friday. And now, she was putting them up all over the dorm hallways, on every floor. Hey, everyone was invited, so everyone needed to know about it, right?

THE THIRD FLOOR IS A STATE OF MIND
Which is why we can have our party anywhere we want:
Come join us on the beach in the evening of Friday May 20th
for a celebration of third floor awesome!

People from all floors welcome, people embracing a theme of
either Vikings or Egyptians (or both!) even welcomer.

For questions (and/or if you want to offer your help),
contact Kate from 324.

She was quite pleased with her posters, simple as they were, and occasionally stopped to admire them. Friday was going to rock, if she had any say in it.

[ooc: Feel free to catch her as she's putting up the posters! This is a much better time to talk to her about the party than the room post that's going up a little later, dun dun dun.]

batwaffles.livejournal.com

Stephanie had already decided she had no problem with waking up somewhere that wasn't home; it didn't smell like cigarette smoke, and Dad wasn't around to yell.

Mostly, Dad not being around meant that absolutely no one was going to complain or make her stop when she found a towel, stuck it down the collar of her favoritest shirt ever for a cape, and took off running around the dorms pretending to fly.

"Lookit! Lookit! I'm Sooperman! ZOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

No one would complain, right?

Right.

[OOC: This is totally canon. Bless you, Secret Origins 80-Page Giant. Also, open!]

notmyownage

It'd taken an exceptionally long time -- especially after Claudia became convinced the rickshaw driver was a stealth-goblin and decided to abandon ship -- but Claudia'd finally managed to haul the lightly snoring Scully back to her room. She had her arms hooked under Scully's, locked tight over her chest, and after half of town, the school grounds, and two flights of stairs, Claudia wasn't actually sure she'd end up being able to let go.

"Next time --" she gasped, fumbling around to try and get at Scully's pocket for a key without dropping her friend. "-- I'm just gonna --" *pant, wheeze* "ow -- take pictures and -- keeeeeeeeeeeeys -- send them your -- ha! -- lonely sniper friends."

Okay. She had keys. She had Scully. She had no idea where her knees were supposed to be.

"Oh lord. Going down." She tipped over backwards. "Okay! We'll just -- rest here a bit."

[ooc: I haaaaaaaaaaaaad to. Scully modded with permission.]

brat_inslayage

It was that time of year again, and Kennedy had posters to put up around the dorms. She'd gone all out and ordered them from a printer this time, but the printer had taken some, uh, liberties with the poster design and it was too late to have them changed now.

Which meant that Kennedy, with a roll of posters under one arm and scotch tape in her pocket, was sporting a killer bitchface.

As for the posters going up? Under an Uncle Sam-style picture of a pointing gremlin, the slogan read:

Do you want to ~~protect the island~~ not run away like a girl in the face of danger?
If so, the Reserve is the place for you!
Located next to the dorms, Tuesdays after class.
Cookies AND COFFEE provided.

Guess which part she was bitchfacing at.

Also, guess who added the "AND COFFEE." (Hint: It wasn't Kennedy.)

[[mostly establishy, but feel free to run into her. the posters are totally

inneedofcoffee's awesome fault.]]

brat_inslayage

It had occurred to Kennedy, particularly after talking to Reno in class today, that with a new batch of students on the island the prospect of cookies and the curiosity of a gathered crowd might not quite be enough to lure in new Reserves members.

So, being the type of girl who would take initiative and not stop to think about checking in with other people on it first, she took it upon herself to print out a bunch of flyers and slap them up around the dorms. They were pretty basic fare-- she wasn't a tech geek by any stretch of the imagination, and playing with font sizes and formatting in Word was about as fancy as she got. Fancy or not, she didn't care; they said what she wanted them to say.

Which was:

Do YOU like to hit things?

Interested in helping defend the school next time fighting goes down?

Military Reserves. Tuesday after workshops.

Behind the dorms.

Be there. We'll have cookies.

Nobody ever said she was eloquent. But she figured it got the job done.

[[establishy, but feel free to run into her. or add stuff to the fliers, if you're that one magic reserves leader who was gonna do it.]]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]

likes_scoundrels

Leia was not happy. Wherever this place was that she'd awoken in, it wasn't her rooms in the Imperial palace. It wasn't the Imperial palace at all, or even Coruscant.

So now she was stalking from her room and through the halls of the third floor. Someone was going to give her answers. Now.

[Leia is her Sith Lady self from Star Wars: Infinities. Wheee!]

Current Mood: predatory

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

True to his word, Alex was sticking post-it notes up and around the dorms for the sudden party he'd ended up deciding to throw with Jack.

( post-it notes are awesome )

Those post-it notes were getting liberally posted everywhere for as long as he had a stack of them. After that, he'd get on his with his day.

TEXT: PARTY ON THE ROOF
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1st
DRINKS AND FOOD PROVIDED
HAVE ONE MORE DAY OF FUN
BEFORE YOUR PARENTS COME TO TOWN

[if you'd like to catch alex in the halls, go for it! or just feel free to react! up to you! you know you fear my mad photoshop skillz!]

Current Mood: busy

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

With no class today, Jennifer took the time to finally get up her campaign posters

( Cut for image )

[The text reads: Jennifer Walters for Student Council Junior Representative. A Hulking Good Choice]

She'd happily chat with anyone that wanted to, as she put up the posters. She might get more votes that way.

[ooc: Open, sure!]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Because there weren't enough posters for candidates for senior representatives out there, Jean decided today was the day for her to put up hers.

Yeeeaaah.

( Mmm, poorly made posters )

And yes, it was put up right next to the other ones. Because people needed to decide which ones were the best ~~to die halfway into their term and devour planets for funsies~~ to lead their class in school related matters!

[[Mostly establishy, but open if you want!

ETA: Now with 100% more glitter thanks to

puppy_fair]]

likethegun

After the weekend's radio broadcasts, Sam was content with the start of his Student Council campaign. Still, extra effort was never bad when it came to things like this, so he was working his way up and down the stairways of the dorms, putting up bright multicolored signs:

Vote Sam Winchester
for Senior Representative
Smart, dedicated,
and ready to work for you!

He was doing his best to try to get the signs at eye level for the average person, and not for himself, so people would actually see them. For all that he'd said he was above bribery, he had a bag of chocolates ready, in case anyone stopped to talk to him.

[Open!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Tomorrow, she'd gone around giving out some candy, but now was really where her name started to get out. She should have probably gotten these up ages ago, but with clubs and classes started, she just didn't have the time. She did now, though, and so Turtle Wexler was taking her nice, crisp posters, professionally done in a tasteful shade of green with white and black accents, and plastering them all over the dorms.

Vote T.R. "Turtle" Wexler for Senior Representative!
Experience ♥ Dedication ♥ Enthusiasm ♥ Benevolence
A vote for Turtle Wexler is a vote for all these things and more!
As Senior Class Representative, Turtle will strive to be the best for the job
and a person you can turn to with dependability, trust, and honor!
Proud to be a Gremlin for three strong years and running
and eager to make Fandom High an even better place than before!
(Which is saying a lot; this place is awesome!).

She smoothed one up on the wall and stepped back with a grin, nodding. Yes. That'll do nicely.

Plus she still had some candy in her bag for whoever she might run into.

[[ of course it's open! Whoo! ]]

Current Mood: hopeful

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

It might be a little obvious to anyone who ran across her, just how Angela spent a good part of her weekend. She was making her way around the dorms with an armful of artsy-looking, brightly coloured posters, attaching them to anything that held still.

Fandom High Cheerleaders End of Summer BBQ!
Wednesday 26th, Afternoon Onwards!
Come celebrate break week down on the deck with us! *\o/*

Really kind of loving her new co-captain responsibilities. It involved mostly party planning, so far.

[[Being artistic was far too complicated for me. Can be open if you want to catch her sticking posters to the walls, doors, furniture, or whatever else.]]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Edmund was determined never to have children, even if being part of the royal family meant he was supposed to. The reason wasn't that Michael and Louisa were hellions (well, no more than he'd been at that age) or that they were too much to handle. The reason was that he didn't want to be this exhausted every night for years on end.

Despite the exhaustion, one that he hadn't even felt after a battle, he wasn't asleep in his bed. He'd taken responsibility for both children tonight and had stupidly given them pie and ice cream and soft drink, leading to several hours of hyperactivity and very loud songs being sung over and over and over.

Edmund sat in the 4th floor corridor outside his room with two small children asleep beside him. Lou was to his left, her head in his lap, and Michael was tucked up beside him on his right. He wasn't sure how they were able to sleep out here, but they'd bickered and refused to sleep in the room, and Edmund was inclined to give them what they wanted so long as they were quiet.

It didn't take long for the sugar high to plummet and both kids were in a deep sleep. Unfortunately for Edmund, moving them wasn't an option just yet, so he sat, feet outstretched across the corridor and tried not to move too much.

[OOC: Open for anyone who might be awake at this late hour, or in a real timezone.]

raspberryturk

"WOOOO!"

Someone wasn't a large bird anymore.

"YEAAAAAAAAHWAHAHA!"

Someone had possibly lost a large chunk of his sanity in that week he had spent as one.

"WAHAAAA!"

That same someone was now making the naked run of shame up to his room. But he had opposable thumbs and a sombrero to cover the essentials with, so it wasn't really like Reno was horribly upset or anything.

"MWAHAHAA! YEAAAH!"

At least he was a fast runner?

[... Well, it's the hallways. Of course it's open, if you have some burning need to see Reno streaking.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah... had gotten lost, but she was would tell you that she knew exactly where she was.

Maybe.

However, she couldn't find anyone else that she knew.

Which would be why a four year old witch was wandering the halls of the dorms. She was looking on each floor for people because she couldn't remember where certain people lived.

"Johnny!" "Summer!" "K-Mart!" "Mommy!" "Sean!"

She was calling out every name she could think of as she walked up and down the halls and up and down the stairs.

[[OPEN]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was out early today, having worked on party-planning enough to feel good about putting up the posters. Which was what she was doing now, making sure every hallway had at least one, or two, or sixteen of its very own. Had to make sure the word got out, right?

( cut for image! )

[Open if you want to catch her in the halls.

TEXT: Halftime Shows are boring
Come to this one instead!
GIRLKISSY PARTY!
Come educate our less fortunate students by macking on another girl!
SUNDAY in the CR during the Super Bowl halftime
Yes, boys, you can totally watch.
(This has been a Brooke Davis production, in honor of that porn guy)]

Current Mood: satisfied

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

The door to 513 creaked open, then slammed shut.

Jeff grabbed for his underwear. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. "Nudity!" he called out, to no one in particular, "I can't escape it!" His sheer terror seeped down into the carpet below him (at least, he had the idea that it was) and as soon as he stopped being rooted to the ground, he started running.

"Pants!" he cried, "All I've got are pants! I always knew this would happen! It's the Apocalypse! Open your closets!"

And so, he thundered across the hallway, and, after a while, down the stairs. "Closets!"

[ ooopen, of course, for anyone who wants to run into him! ]

peace_n_war

Two figures slipped through the darkness, illuminated only by small moments of firelight when absolutely necessary, armed with their precious cargo, with several key locations set in mind.

In front of every dorm room door, in front of the teacher's offices, and heaping platefuls in the common rooms and in the cafeteria. There were even small baskets of them left in the dorm lobby, laundry room, and down in the rec room.

Fortune cookies. Freshly baked, golden, delicious-smelling fortune cookies, free for the taking. They're perfectly safe to eat, and are actually pretty tasty.

Just beware your fortune inside.

[OOC: Identity of the pranksters is NFB again, plz. The list of fortunes these two cooked up can be found here. Feel free to mod which fortune you got, react to them here, and you can find them anywhere in the dorm or school today. Enjoy!]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Sometime during the afternoon the following posters went up:

Blair Waldorf's Birthday Party
8pm November 22
Large Ballroom, Arms Hotel
Celebrate Blair's birthday Vegas-style

[ooc: establishy]

Current Mood: busy

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Around the dorms signs appeared. They read - well, the signs themselves couldn't read since they were signs. But what made them signs were the words on them, and the words were this:

BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR
ERIC VAN DER WOODSEN

Time: Friday, Nov. 14 @ 8pm
Location: Deck outside the dorms
Theme: Some Like It Hot!

Burlesque! Handsome ~~shirtless~~ waiters!
Come as your favorite classic movie star!

Whether anyone paid attention to the signs was out of the signs' hands. But they did their best.

[ooc: establishy, unless you want to react to reading the signs]

Current Mood: cheerful

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley's hands and arms hurt, but that wasn't going to stop him from delivering all his wee boxes of cookies around the dorms.

Every girl would get four chocolate chip cookies in a small white cardboard box. Taped on top would be a note:

Hey [Recipient's Name],
Thanks for being awesome.
Here's some cookies, cause you deserve em.

He wasn't going to put his name on the note, that wasn't why he'd done this.

He was setting the boxes outside the girls' dorm rooms, hoping they'd be noticed quickly and not stolen by anyone or... anything.

[ooc: Open in case you want to intercept Hurley doing his delivery thing or post a quick reaction to mysteriously gifted cookies. All female students had a box of cookies made for them, but if you'd rather not have your character get one, you can always say gremlins stole it or some other fandom wackiness prevented them getting to your character. Thanks to

stocksgrrl for the idea!]

gobrookeyourself

After working on way too many drafts of the same poster, Brooke decided they were fine enough to start sticking up. Besides, all people really needed to see was the word "party". Combine that with "cheerleaders" and people'd see them.

( image under the cut )

[Poster Text:
The Fandom High Cheerleaders Present
SLUMBER PARTY
Saurday, October 18
in the gym
Basketball! Refreshments! Spend time with hot cheerleaders! Sleep! Or not!]

[Also establishy as LJ and Firefox hate me dead apparently.]

Current Mood: excited

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Ino was having a birthday party tonight and Amber was throwing it for her. Thus, she declared this by stating it in purple marker on white copy paper, and started taping up the copies on each floor. She didn't have time to make fancy posters or anything considering this was very much impromptu.

BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR INO!
TONIGHT IN THE 5TH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!
COME HAVE CAKE AND WISH HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
YAY!

[Establishy unless you want to run into her!]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan had noticed the influx of Student Council posters around the dorms and decided that she needed better ones than the crappy handdrawn ones she had made.

Luckily, her new friend Toshiko was a computer whiz and willing to help her out. Which was why she was spending the better part of Friday hanging new posters around the dorms.

( cut for image )

[Text: Vote!
Joan Girardi
for Junior Class
Representative

Many thanks to

techno_tosh for making the posters. Feel free to catch Joan anywhere around the dorms!]

Current Mood: determined

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