fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with @roof

The apparition had haunted her for many nights, and now it was here. Stalking her, taunting her. Amicia knew she likely deserved it, and yet she had fled like a coward each time. Yesterday, that had worked.

Today, she had to rush from her room, go up the stairs, all the way up, up, up, and find a little hiding spot in a far corner of the garden.

And still, it kept finding her.

"Amicia!" the boy-ghost cried. "Je suis fatigué de cache-cache. S'il te plaît! Je ne comprends pas. Je veux un calin!"

She hunkered into a little ball. "Tu n'es pas Hugo."

[[ open ]]

pun_king

With the last party they had down at the pool, Graham had made a few hints and allusions to another, second party before the start of the summer session, and, well, now was the time! After mentioning it on radio and spreading the word at the picnic and of course spreading around handwavey flyers and texts, the circle was now complete, as they met the "End of the Semester" party with a "Start of the Semester" party! And while one was underneath the dorms, this one would be on top of it!

So, of course, the roof was decked out with decorations of a very summer-y nature, since that was the semester they were heading into, with music playing to match that vibe, a few beach balls and beach umbrellas floating around, too. And, of course, a table with a lot of moddable snacks, drinks, and Graham's proudest touch: a Neapolitan style sheet cake with the words "LET'S ALL HAVE A SUN-SATIONAL SUMMER!!" written on it, and, below it, in parentheses: "(Seas the Day!)"

So come on up, make the porg intern happy, and have a good time celebrating the start of the semester with a good party, a great view, and even better friends!

[[ and it's an OCD-free party weekend, y'all! ]]

pun_king

Graham felt a bit bad about it, but he'd skipped out on his job yesterday to make himself more scarce. After all, if he was looking for an escaped slave to seek revenge for his brother, the place where that escape slave now worked would be one of the first places he'd check
So, instead, Graham stayed as hidden and on the move and hard to find as he possibly could, skulking and sneaking around to gather ingredients for spells he'd lifted from Manannan's books and spending the night preparing them under the cover of darkness.

Just like he had not too long ago, whenhe'd escaped from Manannan in the first place.

But now, should the strange wizard with the very cool outfit find him, Graham was ready. He was prepared. And the roof seemed like a relatively safe place to hide out. Maybe he wouldn't even need to use the spells! He hoped so, but all the same, pouches and stones and other little things filled the pockets of his homespun cloak, and this time, he'd be ready.

In the meantime,though, it was kind of nice that he had these really great tunes to listen to while he posted up! He'd never heard this song before, but it was great!

[[ open roof is open, with a work-sp caveat/warning/possibility! ]]

giveittoyoursister

Well, the old roof was certainly getting a workout this week.

After what had happened yesterday, Vi had retreated back to where she knew Steph couldn't follow, and now she was sitting on the edge of the building near the small garden up there, legs dangling over the side, resolutely not looking down into town.

This was fine. It was all fine, it wasn't like she'd just ruined everything because she couldn't be happy with what she had.

[Open roof is open, not that Vi's great company right now.]

apocalypsehow

The roof was for brooding, which wasn't at all what Five was doing. He was... okay, doing a little brooding. Because, for now, things were officially okay for his family and the planet as whole. And that meant he had nothing in particular to focus on.

Also, Belle was a sugar glider.

That was a thing that was happening this week.

"I'm fine," he informed the judgmental rodent. "Oh, don't look at me like that."

[expecting one, but open!]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had been quiet over the course of the weekend.

( And not just a LITTLE quiet… )

They couldn’t all be together, she said on her twitter, inviting people to join in, but they could all be under the same stars.

Nina pointedly ignored that she knew good and well that the stars weren’t the same everywhere. That wasn’t the point of this evening.

[Cut for mentions of sexual assault. Written with

defenderofdesmoines blessing! Open post; feel free to mod an invitation to the vigil from Nina.]

sexy_giraffe

Well, Tahani wasn't sure why they were having makeovers on a roof unless it was to take windswept-looking pictures for afterwards but here she was with all of her off-season clothing, far too much makeup and hair things, and absolutely zero schnapps.

Schnapps, Eleanor? Schnapps?! There were not in a ski chalet, the only place it was ever acceptable to drink schnapps.

Tahani took a seat on a fold-out chair she'd found and flipped through her Instagram account looking for inspiration looks. It was so brave of Eleanor to ask for help!

[OOC: So open.]

bookbeltof_love

It was a nice enough day out that Nina, after a few detours, dragged herself, a picnic basket full of food, a few books, and a soft, thick and fluffy blanket up onto the roof.

Dahanain was there too, since it had seemed... like a bad idea to not bring him with. He'd agreed with her, like he knew something she didn't, which drove her a little bit mad but, like, from what he'd said that was just how it was supposed to be.

So Nina, and her daemon danger noodle (aka a blue Malayan coral snake) were hanging out on the roof.

"If you, like, get eaten by a plant I'm not helping you," she warned when Dahanain made to slither off the blanket in the direction of the greenhouse.

"You're just salty I'm not spilling all of my secrets," Dahanain said with a flick of his tail.

"Too right," Nina said, turning back to her book.

"You wouldn't either."

"Also true!!!!!!!!" Nina conceded.

After all, she liked doing her best to keep secrets from herself.

[Open as a roof is, naturally!]

dauntlessdragoon

After spending the most of her morning in training as usual, Freya finished things off with another leap up the dormitory building to the roof. She'd almost gotten it in two leaps today, too, but she was not quite there yet. The temptation to hop back down and try again was strong, but she was feeling her training and pushing herself beyond efficiency wouldn't do much good in the long run.

So she settled near the edge of the roof to finally rest a bit and enjoy the view and look up to the sky a little, already feeling the colder weather sweep in and, hopefully, as she recalled someone mentioning may be in store for them soon, some rain.

But this was still nice. Even if she did have to contend with her restlessness trying to enjoy it.

[[ aaaand guess who is WAY overrstaffed again this morning! Ugh. Open roof is totes open ]]

nicedragonsfinishlast

Surprisingly (and probably more to the Sushi Station's generosity than anything else), Julius had ended his date with Alexis with more money than he'd anticipated. So after leaving Ethics, he'd put in a call for Thai takeout (and had ended up with far more of that than he'd anticipated, too, and--okay, where did the enchiladas come from?) and then headed up to the roof to offer...a lot of food to go with talking?

Maybe someone had heard his thoughts about gluttony in Ethics today. After being a lizard for three months, he wasn't putting anything past this island.

[Open, but slow!]

mother_forker

Eleanor had pretty much shown she was no good in a firefight despite her claim that her gun was defective.

So instead of going out into town and earning even more tiny ball size bruises, she made her way to the roof with a large plastic cup that was totally not full of wine coolers and sat down to watch the show from afar.

"I wonder if this is how ~~meta-for~~ Hunger Games started," she said, taking a long sip through her Twizzler straw.

[For anyone who can't hit the broad side of a barn with a cannon.]

dauntlessdragoon

Most of Freya's free time since she'd gotten here was spent either in training, or constantly bouncing around the island. She'd been spending a lot of time in particular doing a loop around the exterior of the island ever since she'd seen Silver washed up on the beach, hoping that, perhaps next time the tide brought someone in, it would be a certain missing Burmecian. A foolish hope, she knew, deep down, but one she couldn't help clinging to, because the thought gave her time here a sort of purpose, even if it was a long shot.

That morning had been no exception, and, when she did her rounds, she grabbed herself some lunch. It was nice, really, to discover that it was incredibly easy to exchange her gil for the local currency here, but she realized that it was going to run out fast, especially since one couldn't simply hunt wildlife for extra pocket gil here. She might have to consider some form of employment soon, especially if the Portaloctiy office still couldn't seem to get the right Gaia...

But that was an issue for another time, perhaps, because right now, Freya had her lunch, and she leaped up to the roof, bouncing with now familiar ease off the stables and the salle and the school to get her there, where she found a good spot to enjoy the view and her food. Some sandwiches, some cheese obtained from a very pushy bear that had no interest in her appeals for avoiding stereotypes, and pickles that she'd grown quite fond of now that she realized they wouldn't be even nearly as strong and potent as Lindblum's infamous gysahl pickles.

It was a nice break, and the island really was beautiful from this spot, so Freya was going to enjoy it as she pondered what to do with the rest of her day, although she knew it would likely just be more combing the beaches with her futile hopes...

[[ open roof is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Success!

Nina had managed to work out the finicky little details of her spell-present for Prompto and now it was just time to bring it outside and let it absorb.

Which, like, mostly just had her sitting outside, on a blanket, with her spell book open to the evening sky. Hard work, totally. The intricate runes and lines were glowing a soft, pale blue that was barely noticeable.

To keep herself busy while her book was doing its job, Nina was sewing. Not costumes for Foomy this time, but a costume for the little stuffed toy squirrel she had.

[Open, of course!]

bookbeltof_love

Post radio, Nina had taken the time to make a parfait in the common room, then she'd grabbed her things and made her way up to the roof.

Like, her brother was spending a lot of time up here, which had given her an idea. She didn't really expect him to be up here this early, especially when there was no class, so working on her idea up here had seemed like a sound idea.

The fact that she could spread out a blanket and lounge on it as she worked her way through the art of designing a new spell in her notebooks was, like, just a bonus?

It was so nice out! If she were anyone else then, like, maybe it would be almost enough for her to forget that a lot of her favourite people were leaving shortly but she hadn't and she wouldn't.

Especially not since her Wednesday update to Noctis had been less an update and more a pile of questions about what Prompto would be doing for him in less than a week's time.

(At least, like, she assumed. Nina hadn't actually asked when Prompto was leaving because she didn't want to know the answer but at the same time the boyos were coming for graduation which… well… she didn't think he wouldn't go with them…)

The weekend was going to suck.

And Noctis, like, was actually paying attention because rather than answering her obsessive questions about her brother, he tossed one back at her instead:

Why don't you finish school in Insomnia?

Like it was that easy.

"Why are boys so stupid?????????????????????????!" she complained, even though the problem was, in this case, that he wasn't stupid at all and she just didn't want to deal. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Open, of course! Noctis modded with permission naturally! <3 ]

hashtag_chocobro

He'd been kind of quiet and sneaky ~~and handwavey~~ about it, but Prompto had been spending a lot of time up on the roof of the dorms, especially at dusk, so that he could catch the sunsets and stay up just looking at the night sky. He didn't even care if it was a little cloudy and he couldn't see the stars, the point was that he could still actually just sit out there on the roof, at night, and enjoy it, and he didn't really want to think about the fact that, in a little over a week, something like this would practically be a thing of the past.

There were a lot of things he was going to miss about this place, but nights without daemons was one he never took for granted. And, sure, things were safe back home in Insomnia, but it just wasn't ever going to be like this again...

...and, sure, this place wasn't without its own daemons and monsters and scary things, but it at least had sunsets that didn't fill you with cripplling dread and that ever present worry that there might not be a sunset to follow one day...

And so he was there, as he would be as much as he could manage for the next week, too, just soaking it in and enjoying as many of these nights as he could while he could.

Man, was he going to miss stars...

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

cypher_can_fly

Well, Owen had learned one very important lesson these past 48 hours: he was absolutely, positively, totally not ready to be a father.

Still, that wasn't any reason to be weird about it, right? Or at least... weirder... than... a certain treshold of weird. Yep. Yes.

"Picnic on the roof," he declared, gesturing broadly at the spread - picnic blanket, basket, food - he'd put down on the roof. He grinned sunnily at Anya and gave her a thumbs up. "Dig in!"

Oh, please have this work.

[[ open ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina had… possibly… gone a bit (okay a lot) all out for this party.

It was just that once she'd started looking up ideas she just couldn't help but get carried away. Knowing Wayne, she'd been incredibly restrained in the use of glitter—there was still bits of it, here and there, but she'd kept in minimal—instead choosing to use magic to emphasize the fact that this party might be taking place on the dorm roof but… really… they were all out in the bush.

It was probably best to not ask how much work it had taken her to magic up the carpet of grasses and the way trees stood along the edges of the roof against all defiance of how the roof usually was. The bonfire that crackled merrily in the center of the roof was sheer perfection, the absolute pinnacle of a bonfire.

And, importantly, it wasn't going to burn anything that it shouldn't. It tossed off plenty of heat and light and you could make s'mores in it—she'd made one, already, to test—just fine, but if you walked through it all that was going to happen was you'd be incredibly toasty warm.

Lawn chairs and plaid (and only plaid) blankets and cushions abound, scattered amongst the grass and underneath the branches of the trees that most definitely had not been there earlier in the day.

The most glittery thing was the banner she'd put on the greenhouse wall that read, in bright, sparkly letters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She hadn't been able to resist.

[OCD is up! Party ON! And the fact that there's booze at this party is NFB, please!]

thishouseishaunted

Tonight was Longest Night, the most major holiday of the year where Mae was from. And Mae was still in Fandom instead of home in Possum Springs with her family. There were any number of reasons for this: her last class was just yesterday and she didn't have time to rush home. Her family couldn't really afford bus tickets back and forth that often, so it was cheaper for Mae to stay in town.

And it wouldn't be the same at home anyway. It wasn't last year. No one there had forgotten about the Incident, so Mae would just end up lying around feeling guilty and depressed while her parents offered meaningless platitudes about things "getting better" in the new year.

Instead she was here, where everyone celebrated Longest Night four days late and under the wrong name. She could lie around feeling lonely and depressed, and had in fact planned to do just that, until the island gave them all candles for the day. Fandom knew, even if no one else did: Longest Night was still the longest night, and that was worth celebrating. So she went on a scavenger hunt through the dorms for supplies, scribbled some signs on notebook paper and pasted them in the common rooms, and headed to the roof to throw her own little Longest Night party.

LONGEST NIGHT
It's the darkest it'll get all year tonight
and that's spooky and cool
Come to the roof for hot drinks
and ~~a fire~~ like snacks and stuff

Or don't. Whatever.
More snacks for me.

[open to all who might still be around the dorms!]

crack_that_whip

Trevor was totally getting a hang of this place. He knew how to use a toaster now, he knew that there was food in the fridges. Also what fridges were. So, you know. Doin' just fine.

But the highlight of it all was finding out that there was a tree on the roof that had pillows as fruit. Made about as much sense as anything else this weekend, so there he was picking aaaall the pillows for what might end up being a pillow fort once he got them all inside.

Living the dream.

[totes open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine woke up looking pretty much like an older version of her little brother that she hadn't seen in over a year, so that was a thing.

She also woke up not able to fit into her clothes, and the armor was just out of the question. Luckily she remembered the existence of the clothing tree ~~that I totally had to look up~~ on the roof. So she was going to go up there in her sleep clothes and raid that sucker so she could go to class like a normal, uncomfortable person.

It was almost comforting that her hair at least was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

[Open!]

crack_that_whip

It was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.

So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.

Either way, it was what he was doing.

[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae didn't really feel like going into town today, but that wasn't going to stop her from getting a nice bird's-eye view of things from the roof of the dorms. It was pretty nice up here, if maybe a little weird that it was accessible the normal way. She sat by the garden, looking out over the town and the preserve, and flipped through her journal.

There was some weird shit in that journal, these days. She was going to have to make a dummy one if Dr. Hank ever insisted on getting to look through it.

A post card fell out from between two pages, and Mae kicked herself a little for having forgotten to write back for so long. She thought for a moment, then scribbled a doodle of one of the old murals from back home on a ripped out journal page, before turning it over to write on the back.

"Oh my god," she said, reading over what she'd written (was that how you spelled "weird"?). "I'm so bad at letter writing." Her ears twitched as she tucked the letter back into her journal for safekeeping. "Astrid's gonna love it. I wonder how easy it is to steal a stamp?"

[open!]

goldfishontherocks

Keyleth hadn't made her way up to the dorm roof before today for some reason, and that was a shame since she'd clearly been missing out on the little garden she'd discovered up here, with its fascinating spiky little plants.

After the experience of having an unexpected shark crash into the simulated common room during class today, being around the plants was oddly soothing -- as was the altitude, which made her feel a little more at home. She busied herself with conjuring water to fill a bucket with which to tend to the plants, then carefully examining them and using her druidcraft to coax some of the more slowly growing buds and shoots into a healthier state.

It was a comforting way to spend an afternoon, really.

[OOC: Post is open, of course!]

hashtag_chocobro

Truth be told, Prompto was a little afraid of the dark, which might make it seem a little weird that he'd go up to the roof that evening, as the darkness was just settling in, but there was one thing he'd come to realize about this place, something he should have figured with it not even being on Eos or anything, and that was something he found a little unbelievable and absolutely amazing.

This place had no daemons.

He'd practically ran back to the dorms through the streets of Fandom that first time after his shift at the C.I.C. was over. Sure, the streets were lit well enough, but way out here, without any walls to protect him, he had no idea what to expect. He took his time a little more earlier this week, no one had mentioned anything about being caught in the dark late at night, could this place really not have any?

He figured the roof would be a great place to really scope out any dark places to avoid; if it turned out to be unsafe, he could duck back inside quickly enough, no problem. And if everything was fine, if his theory was right, then he'd get to spend the evening doing something he'd never imagined himself able to do: kick back and look up into a night sky full of stars.

"Amazing!"

It was the little things in life, right?

[[ open! m'boy here was feeling left out, so it's Prompto time! ]]

white_oleander

To hear her mother tell of it, Astrid never had a father. Deifying herself, Ingrid likened her daughter to Athena, sprung forth from her forehead like she was none other than Zeus. Astrid, of course, knew that wasn't even remotely true, nor did she expect that her mother thought she'd ever believe it. If anything, there was her birth certificate, naming the male part of her chromosomes as Klaus Anders, born in Copenhagen, Demark, residing in Venice Beach, California.

And then there was a photograph, though that was something of a secret Astrid wasn't supposed to have discovered. Tucked away in one of her mother's books of poetry, Windward Avenue, a Polaroid of them at a beachside cafe, with a bunch of other people who'd looked like they'd all come off in the beach - tanned, long-haired people wearing beads, the table covered with beer bottles. Klaus had his arm over the back of Ingrid's chair, careless and proprietary. They looked, to her, like they were sitting in a special patch of sunlight, an aura of beauty around them. They could have been brother and sister. A leonine blond with sensual lips, he smiled all the way and his eyes turned up at the corners. Neither of Astrid nor her mother smiled like that.

The picture and the birth certificate were all she had of him, that and the question mark in her genetic code, all that she didn't know about herself. Mostly, she just wondered what he would think of her. If they'd ever crossed paths. If one day, they'd meet. If one day, when she was a famous artist, he'd see her work and be struck in ways he could never quite understand. Or if he'd instinctively know that was the mark of his own flesh and blood.

Usually, Ingrid wouldn't allow dwelling on such sentimental things. But without her there, being both motherless and fatherless this year, all Astrid could do was dwell, up on the roof again as she'd felt it had the best track record for moping so far, running her thumb over the picture, over Klaus's face, as if trying to remember it, so she'd know and maybe he'd know if they ever truly did pass each other by.

[[ like I can refuse a good chance for a dramatic mopey post! slightly cribbed from chapter seven of Janet Fitch's White Oleander; open roof is open!]]

white_oleander

Armed with a new sketchbook that she'd bartered for at the store, knowledge of access to the dormitory roof, and the three letters she'd received from her mother (had it really only been about a month since she left California? It was starting to feel like a lifetime ago, like maybe that had been the dream and this was just her awakening to her own madness), Astrid finally set to the daunting task of writing back. She'd been putting it off for a multitude of reasons, the majority of them being not knowing even where to start and the certainty that, no matter where she started, it would never be good enough to truly convey what her first month here had been like.

But it was a good day for pouring out her feelings, even if she knew she'd already be cautious about what she shared what she kept to herself. She bit her lip, sharpened her pencil a little bit more, and then began, recreating the boat she'd painted on her wall in the corner like a stationary header (from the desk of Astrid Magnussen), and once she started, it suddenly became difficult to stop.

Starting had always been the hardest part, after all.

[[open!]]

era_two_triangle

Peridot was hiding.

Tiny humans freaked her out, apparently. Humans weren't supposed to be so small and excitable! Not unless they were Steven, but Steven was half-Gem and Peridot kind of figured being raised at least in part by Pearl would have that effect on anybody.

So. Hiding. Up on the roof, which, admittedly, was one of the places she tended to go in order to be alone to tinker or think or stare up at the sky and marvel at the fact that she couldn't find Homeworld's galaxy up there at all. But it was still a good place to hide, right?

She'd kind of wedged herself behind a planter up there. Which would have been a perfect hiding place if not for the shock of triangular, green-yellow hair poking up above it. Her hiding skills could use work.

[OOC: And open roof! For... more SP, but I'm expecting some little ones, and SP is life anyway!]

thatsweirdright

It turned out that parachuting from a building that was, at best, seven stories tall... would not actually work. But that did not mean that Jason was in any way ready to give up on this stupid and possibly dangerous idea. Please. It just meant that he and Peridot had spent some time dragging a number of mattresses they'd found in storage somewhere out onto the lawn beside the Principal's Tower to serve as a makeshift landing pad.

"Okay," Jason said, jumping from the dorm roof on to the Principal's Tower, and then shimmying over to the edge. "Ready?"

[ooc: for that Gem mentioned in the post! and also any passers-by or people who might otherwise question these two's choices, after said Gem has pinged in!]

soniaroadsqueen

( Ringo left her room for the first time in, well, she wasn't sure how long. )

[ooc: Establishy, but open if anyone wants to find her on the roof.]

soniaroadsqueen

It was cold up on the roof, but Ringo wanted to feel the wind in her face this afternoon. She'd woken up feeling restless, and AirTrek hadn't been able to calm her down like it usually did. She'd taken a long, hot bath earlier in the afternoon, and that hadn't really done it either.

So she'd made a thermos of tea and climbed the stairs to sit on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island musingly. Her dreams this week had been unusually vivid. And while dreaming of Kathy wasn't unusual, dreaming almost exclusively of her was. Maybe that's what had Ringo feeling a little off-balance?

Yeah. That was probably it.

She sipped at the tea and took a deep breath. The cold air seemed to fill her up, mixing with the warmth of the tea and swirling within her. Ringo hoped that spending a bit more time out here was all she needed to settle her mind.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

era_two_triangle

"Log Date, 8-22-2," Peridot said, holding up her little tape recorder from where she was laying on her back on the roof, staring up at the sky. "Fandom Island continues on with its random happenings, in the building lead-up to an event that Tony Stark has informed me is known to the humans of Earth as 'holiday,' and 'Christmas.' I haven't observed the small quadrupedal beings that appear to be running through the sky before, so I am led to believe that they, too, are connected to 'holiday...' unless the blue-green ruminants in the preserve have gone to spore and these small flying creatures are their larval form, in which case, I'll update my logs further when I manage to observe what today's actual random occurrence in the name of 'holiday' happens to be. Peridot, out."

Log recorded for the day, Peridot hit the stop button on her little tape recorder, smiled a bit to herself, and then settled back to watch the reindeer fly.

Yeah, Earth was a pretty okay place. She was glad it hadn't been blown up by a giant shattered-Gem abomination.

[OOC: Open roof is open!]

faithseesred

Yesterday's class left Faith feeling -- frazzled.

Given all the crazy stunts she pulled, she found it easier not to think about the risk of death. The helpless, panicked, fighting-her-own-lungs-for-breath feeling she got when her footwork was wrong and she thought she was about to fall to her death was easily the worst feeling she ever felt, and the only way she could keep running after enduring one of those horrible moments was if she put the possibility of ever feeling that way again completely out of her mind.

The problem was, actually talking about dying made that stupid feeling harder to shake, and the only way she could banish it from her mind was with a distraction. Normally a run worked great as one of those, but given just what exactly she needed distracting from, she was having a hard time motivating herself to run today.

She stood on the dorm roof and gazed out at the view, arms crossed over her chest. She really hated high school.

[[open like a roof! possible SP warning, i'm training a new person at work today.]]

rebelseekspizza

Dante perched his elbow on a divider at the edge of the roof, cigarette dangling between his fingers. He eyed the stretch of cheese right past the town skyline. Everything smelled like cheese, which was kind of disgusting, but he could think of a few worse smells that could be hanging in the air right now. So whatever.

Times had been pretty good lately, being a pony aside. On one hand, that was a good thing. On the other, it meant he was thinking; something he'd never really taken the time for before. Had the time for before. And it was screwing with him something good. Made it harder, for one, to keep clinging on to old anger. And, y'know-- maybe keeping it up was a bad thing for him anyway...

There he went again. Thinking. He'd spent so much time running or ready to run, his whole life this mishmash of partying and violence, and now that the latter was gone and the former had settled down into something of a shadow of itself because of it, he barely knew what to do with himself. That was a bad thing. The violence wasn't supposed to be all that he was. It should be a relief to find out that it wasn't.

He sighed and held up the unlit cigarette. Studied it.

Kathy'd always given him a ton of shit about the smoking. If he was completely honest with himself, his heart wasn't in it anymore either. Of all his vices, it felt the most pointless. When he lived hard, he tried to live like a rock song: fast, head to the wall, just going for it. Not like smoking. When he lived slow... he just wanted to hang out in bed, shoot the shit with somebody - Alana, Anders, Ada, Isabela, fuck, even Ringo, whoever - and while Kathy had always been the most vehement about getting him to drop the cigarettes, it didn't help him much there, either.

"Screw it," he said.

He chucked the cigarette over the edge of the roof, watched it fall.

"Fine, Kathy. You win."

About the smoking, sure.

Maybe about the anger, too.

He felt a different emotion kindling in his chest at the thought of it, aching to jump upwards to his face, but that, he shut down. No. Not for her. Not for anybody.

[[ open! ]]

studyingfear

As far as Tseng was aware (hopefully; Rufus hadn't yet had time to go through all of his own sources to figure out what Tseng did and didn't know about his comings and goings), he'd been dropped off by a portal Monday night, back on the island, and (relatively) safe and sound.

In reality, Rufus had gotten back just before his morning class, with enough time to drop a sleepy Dark Nation off in his room and make it there without looking ruffled.

If Tseng hadn't caught him, it meant that he'd managed nearly thirty-six hours out of the Turks' reach. On Gaia. That was (hopefully) a first. He'd confirm it later.

Now that class was over, he'd swung by the coffee shop, picked up a drink, and made his way up to the roof of the dorms to survey the grounds.

He was tired. He had things to catch up on and deals to review and plans to refine.

But, sitting out in the sun, drinking a coffee and looking down at everything… he was surprisingly content to just… be, for a small while. Eventually, he pulled out his laptop and his PHS and began to work.

[Open!]

imisscookiecat.livejournal.com

Steven was finally going to try out the idea that he could maybe make new friends through music. He'd thought about going to a common room, but he liked the idea of being out in fresh air better. So he stood on the roof, ukulele in hand, and started to play and sing.

It was an old one he'd come up with, but one of his favorites. It was possibly a little odd, out of context. Even in context, really.

"All I wanna do is see you turn into a giant woman,
A giant woman!
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant woman.
All I wanna do is help you turn into a giant woman,
A giant woman!
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant woman.
Oh I know it'll be great and I just can't wait to see the person you are together.
If you give it a chance you can do a huge dance because you are a giant woman.
You might even like being together and if you don't it won't be forever.
But if it were me, I'd really wanna be a giant woman,
a giant woman!
All I wanna do is see you turn into a giant woman..."

Steven was singing on the roof. Maybe he'd attract attention.

[ooc: Open roof, open post! Finally got around to this. Distract me from assembling tiny mechanical spiders!]

intotheout

It was a particularly gorgeous day out, and Tip didn't have any classes or work or anything she needed to get done. She did have a care package from home, full of snacks from Mom's current grocery store (which included basically anything that would stand up to being dipped or coated in dark chocolate), a case of birch beer, and the world's ugliest belt, courtesy of J.Lo.

She was absolutely rocking that ugly ass belt, thank you. She was also munching on chocolate covered edamame and flipping through the paperback her mom had sent her (a cheesy looking YA romance about gay dragons, excellent) and kicking her feet out into the open air in a manner that would probably make anyone afraid of heights moan and cringe. Rihanna was playing on her phone, the sun was shining on her face, and all was right and pleasant in the world.

[open!]

dwarvenswagger

Thorin had almost liked the last place this forsaken island had taken them. But the new one was a little... strange. And spacey. Mostly the spacey part.

Give him attempts at high fantasy any day, yo.

So, for now he was ~~sulking~~ enjoying his morning on the roof of the dorm. If he didn't pay too much attention, it was almost like being on one of the parapets of Erebor.

[Open!]

not_a_moonie

So Alana had these different parts for a weekend, and she'd finally worked up the courage to give them a good workout. She'd tried it by herself in her room, but, honestly, that didn't really do anything for her. She was going to need to do this in public.

Which was why a nervous-looking young man let himself onto the roof -- shirtless despite the early spring chill -- flexed his muscles, and then went to the edge of the roof. And once he was there, he spread a lovely green set of wings and flew.

".... WOOOHOOOOOO"

Alana yelped with delight as she steered herself in circles around the dorm's upper stories. Turned out flying was a lot easier and more fun with unclipped wings.

[OOC: I had to. Open roof, or you can spot her out your window.]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo wasn't nervous or anything. That was a silly idea! Sure, she'd spent longer than usual picking out an outfit for today, and she had some new lip gloss, but that was just because of reasons. And those reasons certainly didn't involve being nervous.

And if she was pacing back and forth, ignoring the gorgeous view from the dorm roof, no one should read anything into that. And if she was twisting her hands together during said pacing, well, that was just, um, for fun!

Was she really going to do this? It wasn't like she wasn't pretty sure how things were going to go. But, well, she wanted to get it off her chest. Even if that was an incredibly selfish impulse. And she wasn't nervous about it!

[ooc: Expecting one, but it's totally an open roof.]

doesnotkneel

Edward was restless.

When Edward was restless, he sometimes did things that some may think of as stupid.

Frankly, he didn't believe that attempting to climb up to the roof from his room was particularly so; rather, it was a decent stretch of a man's natural capabilities, good for the muscles, and likely to burn off whatever affliction had settled in his bones. He had not necessarily made it as far as he'd hoped, having gotten stranded in a room on the sixth floor after nearly slipping and falling into a stack of hay-- in fact, he had had to cover the rest of the ground the usual way, by taking the stairs up.

But now he was on the rooftop, sitting idly near the edge.

It was a beautiful view.

In fact, a wonderous view, because of the fashion it was now drawing his attention. Much, much preferable to anything else at the moment. Yes.

[[ open! ]]

ungue.livejournal.com

As far as first school days, Laura had to admit it had gone pretty well. No dead, no maimed, nobody hurt in any way that she considered serious. It was a far cry from it being okay, but it sucked a lot less than Utopia and their unique brand of judgy teens. And she couldn't even blame Nori and company, but it was nice to be somewhere people didn't know her. Some kids would use the excuse to reinvent themselves; Laura just wanted the quiet. She could figure the rest once she hit the road again, back in her world. Her purpose of figuring out whether she had a soul or not was still strong in her.

At the time though, sitting by the edge of the roof to take in the evening breeze and gaze into the darkness suited her just fine.

[ Open! ]

tigerundercover

Raven had a very light schedule in the middle of the week these days -- which was good, because it turned out that taking correspondence courses was much more work than she'd expected. She'd totally thought Kathy was just extra-nerdy! But Raven had to keep on top of her online classes constantly if she wanted to keep her grades up, and no way was she going to tell Kathy she was failing.

It seemed like most of what Raven did was so she didn't have to tell someone she cared about that she was failing.

She'd spent most of the day inside studying -- anatomy especially was hard! All those latin names! Why did humans have to have so many bones? -- and as night fell, decided she needed a break and headed for the roof. It was gorgeous out, pleasantly breezy on Raven's scales, and she lounged against the edge of the garden area and looked out over the lights of the town.

Yeah, spending all day inside studying meant she hadn't noticed that this sort of behavior would lead to singing, today.

( Lyriiiics )

Well. At least this time she wasn't singing about secretly being an animal.

[one expected, but also emo roof is open!]

that_oldsaying

While Alluka didn't know lots and lots of things, she knew what a tea party meant and, after talks with Ringo and her own experiences at the welcome picnics, she knew that it was important for real parties to have lots of tasty food and fun things to drink. So that was easy enough to figure out! Then she let Ringo handle that.

Which was why there was so much food. Ringo had started by ordering take out "for one" from a bunch of local places, which would probably have been enough on its own. But then she'd found a recipe for fruit punch on the internet, and decided to try that out, and then she'd had a random craving for cherries which had led to a bunch of random fruit. There was even an entire table dedicated to chocolate. You were welcome, Alluka.

Alluka handled the decorations, which meant that come the Friday of the party, ever since just a little past noon, she'd been up on the roof decorating under the critical eye of her bunny and her giraffe (both of whom had differing opinions on everything from glitter placement to balloon placement) but by the time the party was to get started, she'd managed to get it all up, with the tables and chairs and balloons and glitter and banners along the rooftop railing.

Between the two of them, they'd gotten everything set up in time to go and do their hair and change.

Her bunny won the argument between her toys about who got to come with, so her bunny was looking very smart indeed with its ears tied back with a black and white scrunchie.

Alluka smoothed her new dress down and grinned over at Ringo. While Alluka's dress was white (well, okay, with a little bit of black, but they'd both decided that that didn't count) and her hair was up in an elegant twist (Ringo had helped her do it), Ringo's dress was a deep black and her long hair was loose from its usual pigtails to spill down her back.

Now they just had to hope people came.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up! Come party!]

cracksmostly

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and certainly wouldn't be able to tell you. It was fine, though, since tending the spiky little plants was a job that appealed to her. It'd worked out well as far as she was concerned.

Having finished with that, she settled down near the edge of the roof, not too far away from the garden. It wasn't the same as being out in the preserve, but still quieter up here than in the dorms.

Somehow, at some point in the last week or so and equally by accident, she had also managed to find the library -- that accounted for the small stack of books beside her. They were all supposed to pertain to elven history, but whether she'd find anything useful in them was entirely up in the air -- so far none of them seemed to be the elven history of her world. She was determined to go through all of them thoroughly, though, and then when she was done she'd turn them in and check out a few more, and so on.

Safe to say that, ever since she'd met that Witch of the Wilds at the party a few weekends back, she was just a little tiny bit obsessed with the idea of finding and restoring an eluvian. It was her duty to preserve and recover what she could of the elves' lost culture, and this? This would definitely count.

[OOC: Open? Definitely open.]

not_every_mage

It was a beautiful day, and Anders wandered up to the roof to feel the sun on his skin and look out at the ocean. He'd come out of the simulation with mixed feelings, and the last few days hadn't done anything to change them. He was angry to be taken, angry to be held against his will -- but he always enjoyed fighting just that tiny bit more than he suspected he should.

The fresh air on the roof helped clear his head. Idly, he started pulling weeds from the little rooftop garden. He wasn't much of a gardener, really -- he liked plants better when other people took care of them -- but it was good to have something to do with his hands.

[OOC: Open like a roof!]

bestatmystery

Lottie wasn't going to need an email to tell her to look up and see that there were aliens. She had an excitedly barking dog and her own finely honed mystery instincts to do that for her.

She and Pepper were on the roof investigating it just now. In this particular instance, "investigating" meant taking pictures with her smartphone and texting them to Shauna and Mildred with so aliens. very space. wow. and little alien head emojis.

Pepper was investigating the emo garden. Or, you know, fertilizing it. One of those.

[open roof for any fellow non-abductees!
Note: Lottie will spend at least part of today going around looking for sadly abandoned pets once she works out that folks have gone missing. You can shook me an email if you would like an IC way to make sure your character's fuzzy/scaly/feathered friends are looked after while your character is in-sim'd.]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo hadn't actually realized that there were stairs up to the roof. She'd contemplated trying to get up to it via ATs, but just walking was so much easier. Not that that was going to stop her from trying the harder route some day.

The first thing she'd done once she got to the top of the dorms was walk a slow circuit, looking out over the island. It was a bit weird to realize that she was at one of the higher spots on the island, especially when she was used to Tokyo, but she couldn't deny that the view was spectacular. She felt like she could see so much from this height. And the wind tugging at her hair felt amazing.

After a careful circuit to take a look around, Ringo stepped up to the very edge and spread her arms wide. Head back, eyes closed, just feeling the wind's fingers tugging at her. It was a softer, gentler sensation than the pull of the wind during an especially aggressive ride. Almost like a light, playful dance instead of the exultant fight she was used to.

That discovery led to another: she was probably going to be up here a lot more often from now on.

[Open!]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

It was that quiet, gray time right as the sun's rays stopped coating the world in brightness and right before the darkness slipped over the world like a well worn cloak.

—gotta wakey, wakey, Jasper, my boy

Jasper startled, blinking sluggishly. Had he fallen asleep? No, no. No, he'd just been in some sort of daze, staring down at the island below but not really seeing anything. When his father's voice had sounded in his head, he'd woken up and rubbed his eyes.

Without meaning to, he thought of Rusty. Before his mind could go too far into that train of thought, he closed the door and sealed it again. Jasper closed his eyes and took a deep breath before hopping up onto the ledge of the roof. Feet perched solidly on the edge, Jasper tilted his head back, feeling the waning heat of the day giving way to the cooler air of the night.

We are their gods, Jasper. And if they will not worship, we will make them.

Jasper breathed deep. In. Out. The thrill of excitement that coursed through his body at his father's words disgusted him. That wasn't right. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He opened his eyes and blinked. He could do so much on this tiny island. Destroy it and leave it behind.

Yes.

"No!" he shouted out into the grey sky. And then quieter, he mumbled, "No."

[ Open. Feel free to have heard the shout or not. Up to you. ]

Current Mood: worried

goforthe_optics

She'd been here for 11 days, and this was officially a new record for the longest period of time Tali had ever spent planetside. It was still a lot to get used to, particularly how there was no constant hum of engines and life support systems, and even the Normandy seemed noisy by comparison.

And this was an interesting place. It wasn't like Illium, all sophisticated technology and densely-populated affluence, or any of the colony worlds they had ever visited while on the hunt for Saren, with just their few prefabricated units scattered here and there across otherwise uninhabited and undeveloped terrain. This was something in between: people living in close quarters but not too close, in a place that felt . . . lived in, if she had to find a way to describe it.

To be fair, she hadn't gone past the causeway, which seemed like it might be more trouble than it was worth, so all she really knew about what Earth was like outside this island was what she'd heard from the Normandy crew. Still, she couldn't help wondering if life on Rannoch might have been anything like this -- without the need for envirosuits, granted.

It was something to contemplate as she sat on the roof ledge, near the garden, just looking out over the island and enjoying the view; it was a nice, peaceful moment, but one that made her more determined that whatever she found to bring back to the Fleet would help them retake the homeworld in her lifetime.

[OOC: Open post, whee.]

traded4an-oz.livejournal.com

Jesse had been here for four full days now, and he still wasn't sure what to think. He'd called his parents when he'd gotten in (mostly because he didn't want them coming here to figure out what happened to him) and they'd sounded fine and normal, if a little stiff. (Which -- well, things were going to be awkward for awhile when you make the choice to send your eldest child to military school against his will, even if that wasn't how things had actually turned out.) But so far he'd encountered an invisible teacher (who never explained how he could do that, by the way, and Jesse really wanted to know), he'd seen the famed pink pony across the way at the picnic, and somehow the radio station here knew everything he did.

Which was why maybe bringing a joint up to the roof wasn't a great idea, but he had no classes today (which was kind of the best part of this school -- two classes a week was so far away from what he'd expected that this was basically a vacation) and he really, really needed to unwind the best way he knew how. And, frankly, his roommate was way too adorable (and he'd deny that he thought so to anyone who asked, but she was) and he really didn't want to field questions from Alluka about why the room kind of smelled like a skunk or something.

So, he found his way up to the roof. And Jesse, who hailed from a time when they didn't make you take your shoes off at the airport, had brought one of his pre-rolled joints from home, and stuffed the rest of his stash under his mattress. Now he was leaning against the ledge, looking out towards the ocean -- maybe he'd go to the beach later. That was an idea.

[open post is open, though I'll be a little SP-y after about 4 EDT! The fact that he is smoking, period, is totally for broadcast. The contents of what he's smoking is NFB, please. :)]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Entries tagged with @roof

Fandom High RPG