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The stairwell was not usually a place Alluka liked to linger, since it wasn't pretty, or fun, or colourful. In fact, the stairwell was pretty boring.

Which had led to a conversation with her toys, when Mr. Bubbles had mentioned wanting to go somewhere outside of their room, and then her bunny had pitched a fit about how it was too dark to go outside, and most of her toys from home had backed her bunny since none of them were used to leaving their room anyway.

Mr. Bubbles had been near tears when her dinosaur had piped up with the fact that, even though the stairwell was boring, there was nothing that said they couldn't make it less boring.

So that was how Alluka, and a pile of her toys, and another pile of crayons and markers and pencils had wound up in the stairwell. She also had a blanket and snacks, because going anywhere without those seemed silly.

She drew a yellow circle on the wall in marker and held up her elephant. "What do you think?" she asked. "Should it be a sun or should it be a smiley face?"

[Open!]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had had an interesting couple of weeks, emotionally. On the one hand, snow was awesome and fun and pretty. On the other hand, it got everywhere, and was basically impossible to ride on. Snow wasn't really a big thing back in Tokyo, so she wasn't used to having to go days or weeks at a time without serious AT time just because of the weather.

This morning, looking at the window and pouting, she'd remembered something. You could ride ATs inside sometimes, too. And while it had been six months since she'd done it, it was still totally an awesome idea. So Ringo practically ran up and down the stairs putting up her little signs.

Watch out on the stairs
AT ride in progress

While she hadn't been practicing the precise moves required for a run up the stairwell, she had been slowly incorporating some of the movements into her usual outdoor runs. The only thing she hadn't really had a good chance to work on was using railings as fulcrums to swing her body around in sharp arcs.

So of course that was the first thing she flubbed, her grip slipping and sending her careening into the far wall with a thud and a laugh.

She got back up, grinning from ear to ear, and tried again. Just like last time, the stairwell was filled with laughter and excited yelling, punctuated by the occasional thumping sound as Ringo landed on her butt.

[ooc: Feel free to run into Ringo while she's putting up her signs, or while she's wildly speeding up or down the stairwell.]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had been struck by inspiration this morning, but it had taken her a few hours to get everything ready. First she'd spent an hour putting together a bunch of little signs using bright colors and glitter and anything to hopefully make them extremely noticeable.

Watch out on the stairs
AT ride in progress

Then she'd walked from floor to floor with her stack of signs and a roll of tape and taped the things up all over the place near the dorm stairs. She really didn't want anyone to get caught by surprise, after all. That's why the signs were so glittery!

Once that was done, she walked the stairs top to bottom a few times, eyes picking out potential lines to ride and noting any tight areas to be careful of. With a plan in place, she returned to the ground floor and sat down, closing her eyes to visualize her ideal run. The central trick that the whole thing turned on was going to be, well, tricky. She'd need to skate up one wall, kick off, grab the handrail, and use that as a pivot point to make sure her momentum was heading in the right direction to keep going up the opposite wall. And she'd have to do that once for each time the stairs changed direction at a landing.

Ringo rather doubted she'd make it all the way to the top in a single run on the first try, or even the tenth try, but AirTrek wasn't about being perfect the first time. No, it was about practicing until you nailed it. And Ringo was prepared to try as many times as she needed to.

So she got her ATs on, and got started. Laughter and excited whoops echoed ahead and behind her as she rocketed upward, punctuated by sighs and frustrated exclamations when she didn't manage to land at the right angle, or with enough momentum and had to start over. But messing up was part of the process, and she messed up a little less with each run.

She'd get there eventually, and until she did, getting a little better with each attempt, learning little tricks to make things easier, well that was where a lot of the fun was!

[ooc: Feel free to bump into Ringo at any point in the process. Making signs, hanging them up, actually speeding up the stairwell walls, or on a break to catch her breath and drink some water.]

borrowedwalls.livejournal.com

Arietty had thought she understood loneliness when she was stuck under the floorboards with only her parents for company. She thought she understood the dangers of the world after having to rescue her parents from Professor Mildeye. She'd thought she knew so much and was so worldly.

She had no idea.

Loneliness was living in the walls of a school building with no one but mice and insects for company. Danger was being surrounded by beans who happily hurt and killed each other, much less a borrower like Arietty. This wasn't what she'd thought her life would be like when she set off from under the clock last Christmas.

As she darned her sleeping sock in the light of one of her last borrowed birthday candles, she started to ( sing. )

Anyone coming by the fourth floor stairwell today might hear her tiny voice, singing sadly through the drywall. Arietty knew when she was about to be seen, but these days, she was a little less worried about when she might be heard.

[ooc: identity of the singer is NFB. NFI, though reactions are perfectly cool.]

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.))

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

"Have you got it secure?"

Kenzi appeared to be talking to thin air there, at least for the moment.

[ooc: for the ninjaaaaa, and then open to whoever walks by!]

onlymistaken

FOUND: Female Saint Bernard. Affectionate and energetic. Tag reads: Nana. Contact Cally in Room 311 if she belongs to you.

[FOUND: Female Saint Bernard. Affectionate and energetic. ~~Answers to:~~ Tag reads: Nana. Contact Cally in Room 311 if she belongs to you.]

She could choose diplomatic adjectives, but she couldn't quite lie. The dog didn't answer to anything.

Cally hadn't been putting this off, exactly; she'd just been... researching. Yes. About what sort of creature had invaded her room and refused to leave, except for certain necessary exits. That's why it had taken almost a week.

She'd climbed up to the 6th floor to make her way down one flight at a time because it was sensible, also, not because it meant she got to start putting up posters on the floor where no one lived.

[OOC: Open for interaction on any of the floors if you'd like to catch her putting up posters!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jake was barrelling down the stairs. Barrelling because he liked speed, and stairs were boring. He was jumping three, four stairs at once, trusting his hearing to pick up on anyone coming up the other way. It was near the landing of the first floor that it happened. It shouldn't have happened, he was a wolf and he was fast and balanced. He didn't fall. Just didn't.

It made no sense. Absolutely no sense for him to go lose his balance and miss the next stairs. And then he wasn't barrelling, but more... following gravity on his way to the ground.

[For one please, but the rest of the post is open in case you need the stairs.]

Current Mood: rushed

wannabehunter

Gas-mask in hand, Jo was prepared to go spend the night hunting monsters, but first she been back to her room to get one more vitally important item. Her camcorder, because someone had to keep alive the traditions of capturing your classmates under the effects of hallucinogens for posterity.

[For one in particular, but otherwise open.]

Current Mood: predatory

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Little did Ichigo know that he wouldn't be the only one hauling around luggage up the stairs that day. He hadn't really been paying much attention to dates since he'd been in Japan (not that he would have paid attention if he hadn't been there). So up the stairs he went, only to the 2nd floor but it felt higher when your head was pounding. Headaches apparently didn't so much like travelling through portals. He supposed he should just be grateful he managed to get the last-minute spot that opened up there.

He wasn't very good at feeling grateful right now.

[[Open as a stairwell is open.]]

Current Mood: sore

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton knew she shouldn't have dragged so many of her records out to the cabin, but she just hadn't been able to decide which ones she wanted. And, of course it was totally ironic that after lugging 5 boxes of them back up the stairs that she should trip on the last stair before the final landing and not only twist her ankle, but also drop almost everything she was carrying down the stairs. Not the records, she'd caught that box, but the one she'd balanced precariously on top of that?

Totally spread out all over the stairs. All her hair and personal products and just... everything. Lovely.

So, for the moment, Peyton was sitting on the landing and contemplating the mess she'd made of her belongings and her ankle. Fun times.

[Totally open should anyone want to help or make fun or whatever.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Poor Edward had begged out of ice cream with a ~~*handwavey*~~ phone message, still hungover, and Dinah had decided she'd better get some exercise before she indulged that much two days in a row.

So up and down the stairs, faster and faster, to the Killers on her iPod, Dinah was running and humming.

Are we human
or are we dancer!

[ooc: totally open]

lovemykilt

Priestly had been all set to go out and walk around and generally be fairly broody over the whole Amber-turning-out-to-have-an-exclusive-boyfriend-who-turned-into-brownies thing. He had the whole look -- jacket, hands shoved in pockets, downturned look, hunched shoulders -- and he strode out through the lobby and out the front door with great purpose.

And immediately turned around and came back in because jacket or no, it was freaking cold out there!

Which would be why he was now sitting on the stairs between the lobby and the second floor, brooding. It wasn't quite as atmospheric, but it would do.

[ooc: Dude, it's a stairwell. Totally open.]

firebringerborn.livejournal.com

After leaving the clinic, neatly stitched but still in a fair amount of pain, Jan made his way back to the dorms.

The smart thing to do would have been to sleep in the lobby. Yet, here Jan was, struggling up the stairs. Normally, it would take him a minute, maybe two, to leap up each set of stairs to the third floor. Tonight, he was taking them one limping step at a time.

He was going to be here for awhile.

[ooc: open, sure, and that answers the question of how Jan usually handles the stairs!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Of the many reasons why it was a bad thing Liir woke up as a human this morning, the fact that he was naked three floors up from his room and all of his clothing was one of the big ones. The fact that he was no longer a cat was also rather disappointing, but it wasn't what had him running at top speed down the stairs clutching a random towel from Ino's room around his waist.

[open, though he's going to keep running! ^_^]

thankgoditsme.livejournal.com

If there was a terribly inconvenient place to sit, it was in a stairwell. Still, Friday was sitting roughly halfway between the third and fourth floors on the stairs. He had a couple of books on Antarctica beside him, a map spread across his legs and a pen in his hand, marking a trail on the map.

He was probably up to something, but at least he was doing it quietly.

[OOC: Open as stairwells are. Can one close a stairwell aside from in case of zombie and/or raptor attack?]

intraspective

Ino was running slightly late for her regular trip to the Diner, and so her concentration was more on tying her hair up than paying attention to who else might, you know, be coming up the stairs. A quick turn 'round the corner, one last tug and her hair was neatly pulled back, elastic tight.

Still not with the whole paying attention thing though.

( In which there is a collision. )

[Ino’s around for interaction, and preplayed with…uh, myself. Yes. Hush.]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

Adah stood with her hand curled tightly against a side of the wall, at the very top of the stairs leading up to the second floor landing. She'd been standing there, actually, for quite some time; her hand was clenched so much that her knuckles were white. She'd just been standing there, staring slightly down at the stairs. Staring, unmoving, indecisive. The only signs of life, actually, that the stock still girl with the crooked posture and the unblinking stare seemed to show was her steady breathing and the occasion shifting of her fingers, as if trying to resituate them into a tighter ball. There were a lot of stairs. She kind of wanted to go play at the clinic like she knew she should, but all those stairs.

Finally, she took a deep breath. For the first time in at least a half hour, she took a very careful, tentative step...

...As soon as her toes touched the next step, she jerked it back.

Okay. Not so ready as she thought. Adah swallowed hard, picturing nothing more than her little crooked body failing to keep footing, falling down, crumbling down each step, and winding up a great big tangle of useless limbs at the bottom. It was definitely more than just her knuckles that were white now; the girl was as pale as a ghost.

And not moving again for at least a little bit longer. Maybe she should just go back to her room. She didn't know.

So she was just going to stand there some more. Staring. Deciding.

[[ open, clearly, as, hello, stairs, though I might be wont to disappearing in a bit ]]

Current Mood: intimidated

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra led the way from the roof to the stairwell, still lightly holding River's hand. Just moving across the roof was a dance in itself as she spun her partner just a bit.

"Dancing on the railings" River had said. Cassandra beamed. There were six floors of them. This was going to be fun.

She turned to her partner in crime with a smirk. "Ready?"

[ooc: Cass and River will be dancing down the stairs. Anyone is welcome to find them on the way down!]

intraspective

Between her talk with Michael, in the morning, and then her talk with Jeff, in the afternoon, Ino hadn't felt like hanging around the dorms for a while. So she'd ~~handwavily~~ gone out into the preserve to train.

Training probably had been a stupid idea considering she'd already been tired. The fact that it had been a stupid idea had been emphasized when her chakra had given out on her while she'd been upside-down in a tree.

Hence, there were quite a few scratches on her arms and legs, and Ino had made it back to the dorms through sheer stubbornness. Now she was just sitting on the stairs; resting.

She'd get up soon. Really.

[Mainly for a certain former boyfriend, but open as well.]

raspberryturk

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin sat singing and thinking. His errand to get DVD's of the Muppets had revealed possibilities he hadn't expected to have to deal with.

So he'd sought out his favorite thinking spot.

[open, naturally. He's not blocking the stairs so no worries. And yes, I have been itching for an excuse to do this post.]

Current Mood: pensive

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was trotting up the stairs again, the same as yesterday, the major difference being that he was in his own body. His journey had some urgency, as he remembered exactly where he'd gone to sleep - with Molly - which meant, presumably, that Jack had woken up with her.

This was not sitting well at all.

[ooc: post is for one person, and I bet you can't guess who. Last one, I promise.]

sneerkite

Steerpike was back in his all black before classes this morning. No B&E, this time, just a long, strong bit of fishing line, strung out at ankle level across the top of one of the flights of stairs.

It probably wouldn't last longer than a single person being tripped up by it, but, well, that was enough for Steerpike.

[ooc: tripline is set up for a specific, prearranged victim. The actual setting up is NFB, please. The tripping . . . I'll leave that up to the victim. ;D]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had just left the lobby and started climbing the stairs to the fifth floor. After climbing a few flights, he began to realize something was VERY wrong -- none of the landings had doors on them. After a few more flights without any doors, he got scared and raced back down the stairs to the door he had come in through. Which wasn't there. In fact, there wasn't any bottom to the stairs whatsoever -- they seemed to go up and down into infinity.

Sokka leaned out over the railing and looked down and saw, at the very edge of his vision, a tiny figure leaning out over the railing and looking down. He waved his arm, and so did the distant figure.

Sokka sighed, and stood there peering at the back of his own head for a good long time. "I guess it does look like a ponytail," he mumbled to himself, and then he started climbing the stairs again, because, really, what else could you do?

At one point he thought he saw a door -- labeled "1.618th Floor" -- out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned, it was gone. Sometimes, Fandom weirdness was fun, but sometimes, it really wasn't.

[[OOC: Sokka's a victim of the bendy reality. Post is open for anyone else who wants to come get trapped on the stairs for the evening.]]

Current Mood: frustrated

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was cold, he was shaky, and all he wanted was to get to his room. So much so he didn't notice the door to the dorms felt squishy, like his hands weren't quite touching it.

Halfway to the second floor, he paused, slowly turning to look behind him. Maybe the stairs hadn't been such a good idea. He was all alone, and there was a lot of darkness in here. Darkness that was getting closer.

The shadows slammed through him, no finesse, no subtlety, and he hit the stairs on his hands and knees, gasping with shock. A little voice in his head was yelling at him to get up and run. He gritted his teeth and obeyed, using hands as much as feet to scramble up the stairs.

They hit him again and he shuddered violently, half lunging, half collapsing, through the second floor exit, jerking his feet out of the way as shadows trailed around his legs and disappeared back into the stairwell.

Breathing hard, he stood, freezing and light-headed. Hell, he felt almost light-bodied as he reached his room and went to open the door. Pity his hand went right through the knob. He stared and tried again, with both hands. It steadfastly refused to be grabbed, and he could see it through his hand. He could see the floor through his legs, the walls through his arms.

This could not be good.

Refusing to give in to panic, Jack walked slowly down the hall to Sam's room.

[ooc: mainly establishy, but if your character's around, feel free to have them react to mostly transparent Jack. He's going to ignore them, though, as he's very focused.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Someone (who might have been about 6'3" and wearing a C-Bucs warmup jacket, but that's neither here nor there) went around the dorm and put up posters in the hallways, stairwells, and outside every common room starting sometime during the late morning.

The posters were on matte black paper with white lettering, and simply read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
First Floor Lobby, Saturday
Come learn how to defend yourself from the scourge of pink!
New students especially welcome.

Beneath the text, in the center of a circle with a slash through it, was a drawing that approximated a flying pink pony, if a slightly shapeless one.

[OOC: Woe for the lack of graphics, but I can't get away with Photoshopping at work. All credit goes to

nadiathesaint for the poster slogans. WTF at the posters or catch Anders if the act if you'd like, with the usual afternoon SP caveats.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Poe had escaped from his plastic prison cell that managed to crush his soul even further into despair. It hadn't surprised him that his brown-haired torturer paid no heed to the fact he wasn't there when she went through her normally bleary-eyed morning routine of placing his food in his cage. Then he merely had to wait. Wait until she made her way out the door, so he could quick sneak out, still beyond her notice. He stalked her slowly down the hallway, hoping she would lead him to the great outdoors.

Instead, she led him to something much, much better. The staircase.

After the torturer had made her way down the steps, with much trepidation, Poe tentatively made his way to the edge of the first step. And did what was in his lemming instinct to do. He attempt to hurl himself to his doom. He landed with a comical oof on the next step, saddened he was still alive.

So he went to the edge of this step. And hurled himself again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

[ooc: Open. Why yes, I am insane.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Okay, so it wasn't the best planned or fanciest party in the world. There weren't any streamers or banners, just a few hand-scrawled signs on printer paper reading "We're Bored, So Let's Party!" There wasn't even a theme really, but that sort of was the theme, as he and Nadia had concluded yesterday. Besides, Anders was tired and not exactly up to his usual standard of movement. Plus, they were saving all the decorations and planning for the real party, after all the new kids arrived. Oh yes. ~~Mwahahaha.~~

Small tables of snacks, food, and drinks (and of course the ubiquitous supply of cupcakes, since this was after all Anders) had been laid out on all the landings between the first and fifth floors, and the common rooms had been raided for chairs and seat cushions to form makeshift seating areas in the hallways near the stairwells.

Hey, an impromptu party was better than boredom, right?

[OOC: OCD up. Party on. ~~Shut up I totally knew the original subject line was too long the whole time.~~]

nadiathesaint

Nadia hadn't actually made it back to her room when the band got back to town this morning. She hadn't even made it to a couch.

Still, she didn't look too terribly uncomfortable, curled up as she was in her artfully ripped outfit and impromptu sling. The fact that she was snoring quietly perfectly completed this image of strange comfort.

[ooc: open, should anyone happen by the snoozing girl]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly was too excited to sleep. She'd woken up extra early so that she could play look out for anyone who wanted to place Slinkys in the stairwell. She stuck her head over the rail and looked for anyone on the stairs. Tilting her head, she also listened for quiet footsteps.

"Okay, I think we're good to go," she whispered as she turned back to the stairwell door.

( It makes a slinkity sound )

[[OOC: Pre-played with

strongestgirl. 5th floor people can come set up their Slinkys.]]

demonbelthazor

There was such a thing as being too tired to shimmer, and Bel was that weary after a day of spilling things he didn't want to spill and dodging the questions he could. So instead of shimmering back up to the attic, he headed up the stairs.

He hoped he didn't run into anyone.

[ooc: thread with Veronica is locked to her and specific contents nfb.]

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: stairwell

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

So someone might be thinking ahead of himself as he's pretty sure come tomorrow this will be asked to him ad nauseam and someone somewhere is going to have an issue with it. Anyone going up and down one of the stairswell find a note stuck to the wall.

( Note under cut omg )

Transcript: Yes, Molly and I are together.
Deal with it.
-Cam

joxertehmighty.livejournal.com

Joxer had been a little disappointed not to have caught Willow in the fifth floor common room, but at least he'd had some nice conversation to make up for it.

After a bit of milling about, and a short nap, Joxer stepped out into the stairway. Unfortunately, he more sort of mis-stepped, rather than properly stepped.

They say the first one is a doozy. Really, it's all the ones that clobber you in the side, the arm, the back of the head, and various places that really hurt.

The clamorous noise of a man in armor tumbling hard down five flights of stairs would probably draw some attention. As would the bloody battered body at the foot of the stairwell in the dorm lobby. Joxer was completely unconscious. Poor guy.

[ooc: And if someone could get the poor guy to the FTEC, that would be nice.]

marsheadtilt.livejournal.com

Veronica decided that moving sucks.

Especially when you're moving down seven flights of steps and you've somehow managed to accumulate A LOT of stuff.

She hopes that the fact that she, Chloe & Piper are all cute might net them some help. Failing that, they can always bribe with brownies.

[ooc: i'm on slow play at work and i have no idea if Chloe & Piper are around yet, but if you wanna help us move, it would be awesome!]

sharon-valerii.livejournal.com

A tiny ball of nearlyfouryearsoldness awoke and yawned. She peered blearily around, not really recalling the sleepy plan to sleep on the stairs because stairs could lead to heaven. "Deedee?" Sharon warbled.

Not getting an answer, she pouted, lower lip sticking out as she noticed she was completely alone. This entirely completed the picture of a disaster, since there were still gummi worms in her hair, sugar dusting her back, and cracker crumbs on her socks.

Standing up, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on the sugar still coating it, then began wandering down the stairs. Up was less fun.

Coming up with a brilliant plan, Sharon sat back down and began sliding down, one stair at a time.

Within a few steps, she was giggling with glee.

Current Mood: bouncy

nadiathesaint

Nadia made it up a couple flights before she just sort of flopped down to the ground.

She was very drunk.

It was the tequila that did it. The evil, evil tequila. And she never would have gone for the tequila if she hadn't sung.

She giggled softly to herself. That GOB. What a comedian. A master satirist. The puppet, and the deadpan. . . . And the zombies. . . .

She sighed happily to herself, and passed out on the landing.

nadiathesaint

In a brilliant cascade of colors and bounciness, several hundred rubber balls of varying sizes, from the small superbouncy balls to the large playground balls bounds cheerfully down the stairs in a ~~omg dangerous~~ beautiful display of . . . ~~ballsiness~~ ballness.

Anyone who should happen to be on the stairs was about to get a bit of a surprise ~~if they haven't been warned by omg!traitors!~~

[~~ball attack! join the craziness!~~ Craziness over with! Come join the ball-infused cleanupness! no, wait....]

Current Mood: ballsy
Current Music: AC/DC - "Big Balls"

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

It is probably something to be suspicious about when you see John Crichton and Cameron Mitchell working together and dragging pillows from the Common Room's couches into the hall. When those pillows then get used to build a fort that gives them a clear view over the staircase, that's even more suspicious. If they then even start to carry around buckets of water, it's safe to say that they're up to not much good.

((We advice that all characters that want to remain dry take the other staircase into the dorms. Anyone not minding some fun. Feel free to drop in!))

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Not feeling up to the hectic life of a common room, and seeing as Anders was strangely absent (which was somewhat disappointing given the voice mail message she sent to him earlier, which he totally didn't actually receive), Cally decides to camp out in the stairway with her book and a couple cupcakes. One for her, one for the first new person she saw.

So, there she sits, with a book and baked goods, just waiting for someone to come by...

[ooc: Do I need to plaster "open for interaction, especially new folks" even more-so on this post?]

nadiathesaint

Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Current Mood: nervous

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---       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

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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.

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