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justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

When Sookie had first discovered the wonder of I Love the New Millenium back in January, she had found it to be an extraordinarily valuable resource. However, she'd only managed to catch the first few years.

So imagine her delight when, while flipping through the channels on the television in boredom Thursday night, she discovered she was just in time for years 2005-2007.

"Martha Stewart," she said to no one in particular, glaring at the television. "Gran would be so disappointed in you if she knew the kind of trouble you got yourself into! I should write her right now and tell her to stop making your pine cone bird feeders!"

Sookie needed to get out more.

[this post is brought to you by the fact that I found a download for both I Love the 80's AND I Love the 90's, the complete series. Shhh, I love these things.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

This was it. While Turtle, who was never going to shake off how much she hated that she'd been accused of bombings she'd never done in the past, was not one to support the damage of public property, especially not so close to a very important election, she felt much more strongly about her hatred of gym class uniforms...and her annoyance with certain teachers' usage of them. She liked to think that many fellow students felt the same way, too, and it was a destructive position she felt her campaign would gladly suffer.

And being Mr. Dex's TA made getting the uniforms all the easier, too.

It would have been nicer to do this in the main campfire, but right outside the dorms would be a higher traffic spot. There, in a very contained and approved fire ring, was crackling the beginnings of a nice little bonfire, mingled with the smell of burning spandex/polyester blend, as Turtle fed more of the gym uniforms into the fire, smirking proudly.

It was almost tradition, really.

"Come on!" she called brightly to passersby, and might even toss a uniform or two their way. "Down with crappy gym uniforms! They severe our individuality and insult our sense of fashion! Burn 'em all!"

[ uniforms so burned with permission, and of course the post is open! ]

Current Mood: accomplished

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Now that she had a ~~unknowing and creepy crush on her son~~ teacher to help with her powers, Jean was having a bit of a thoughtful evening. She should call ~~Scott~~ the Institute and see how everyone was doing. And... not mention Bobby. At all.

Or the fact that his roommate was a cat. Even though Chuck assured her it was completely normal here.

Yeah, the phone call was on hold as she poked at the fire and tried to think of what to say to them without sounding crazy.

[[Open like a campfire!]]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

bitchprince

He'd been assessing people resources for most of the previous day. Since there had yet to be word from Lady Zoe, Arthur took the opportunity today to scope out how much space there would be for a barricade - if one could even be feasible.

This brought him to the area just outside the gates, wearing full armor and backed by Merlin-the-idiot-sorcerer, his eyes shooting towards the road in front of them from time to time.

[[ open, especially to merlin, and zombie-ok as well! ]]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Okay, so there had been zombies Monday night. That had kind of sucked. But they all got away okay, and now Sokka had zombies on the brain. Which is why he and Momo Jr. and a thick snuggly blanket and a bucket of popcorn and a bottle of Mountain Dew all sat down together for a zombie movie marathon. Really, what else could you do?

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

It had taken Jen a really, really, really long time to haul her wagonload of pizzas back to the dorms, and then there was the problem of carrying the pizzas up the stairs 'cause the wagon wouldn't go up the stairs. Well, it would but then the pizzas would fall!

But there was a safety clause in her plans for the day that amounted to "I'm small and I have short arms and it takes me a while to do things," so by the time Jen and a half dozen or so assorted, if not really all that hot any more, pizzas were comfortably settled in the fifth floor common room there was still an hour to spare before Racerranger started, yay!

Jen immediately set out all the pizzas in a neat line on the floor, then pulled all the cushions off the sofa and built herself a little fort. She was not losing the remote control for the TV to anyone, not today! She'd been waiting forever for Racerranger to start, and it had been a WHOLE WEEK since the first episode ran and she WANTED TO KNOW what was going to happen next.

So there was pizza, and Jen in a cushion-fort with the remote control, camped out in front of the TV. (A safe distance back, of course. But just exactly the minimum safe distance.)

[OOC: Might be slow while I get breakfast, but open! . . . I won't actually get to watch RPM until later due to errands.]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Having no classes on Monday meant Adam had the whole day to himself. That would be why he decided to trek down to the gym and work out.

Adam stretched and went to work on the punching bag. He'd probably be there for a while.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Despite being more bundled up than should be strictly necessary when indoors, Teddy was very excited about the first meeting of the new year.

"Hey, guys! I know it's really cold, so we don't have to stick around too long today. Just say hi to any new members we might have and... you know, take a calender."

mauledbyabear.livejournal.com

Emmett had spent most of the night exploring the dorms and enjoying being able to walk around without the smell of humans being too overpowering. He was thinking about going into town but decided to pace himself when it came to exploring. If he saw everything too fast then he got bored and when he got bored he tended to make houses out of cardboard and play "General Sherman is burnin' everything" in the yard with Jasper (well, Emmett played. Jasper glared). He had the feeling burning the dorms down by accident would be frowned upon. So around 5 am he staked out a place in the common room and started to watch TV.

Now there was football on! Emmett had his ass on the couch, a football in his hand and was watching the Dolphins playing the Ravens. Then the Eagles were playing the Vikings at 4:30. God, he loved Sundays. He was tossing the football quickly between his two hands but making sure it was at a human's pace just in case anyone came in.

[Open, yes. I hope Miami wins...I think I jinxed them omg]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

"Sometimes protecting yourself means more than just knowing how to knock out an attacker," said Hoshi. "We've already talked about having a plan in case you're attacked. But what do you do if you're in a burning building? Do you know the fastest way to get out? Do you get out, or do you go find your friends first?"

Hoshi passed out some information packets before continuing. It was worth noting that there was lots of reading material. She may have gone a little overboard. "So I've been reading stuff about how people behave during a disaster, and unfortunately, a lot of people tend to freeze up during in an emergency because that's their first instinct. Their next response to is communicate with others around them or go looking for others. There's even cases when people go back to the bar for another drink before getting out of a burning restaurant. Unfortunately, that means most people lose valuable time when they could be getting to safety. Today, we're going to share our experiences on surviving disasters and work on creating escape plans for when the unthinkable happens. Oh, and the punching bags are still set up, if any of you guys still want to work out."

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam had been neglecting his workouts as of late and that was something he never would have done, were he home in Angel Grove. Then again, he didn't have Tommy or Rocky to keep him in line.

He trekked down to the gym, intending to work out for as long as he deemed fit. He had to make up for his laziness somehow. Stretching properly, Adam grabbed a practice staff off the rack and moved through some routines.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]

Current Mood: busy

momslilassassin

Ben's insomnia and compulsive need to tinker had resulted in more mouse droids than should be contained in one dorm room.

Which was why he was in the common room setting up an obstacle course for the five of them to race through.

[OOC: ooooopen]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: How Strong Do You Think I Am - Alexz Johnson

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.

im-afrog.livejournal.com

When everyone showed up at the gym today, they'd notice that Hoshi wasn't the one in the front of the room. "Hey everyone," Adam offered a small wave. "I'm Adam. Hoshi asked me to cover for her today, as she had some things to take care of."

There were a variety of objects laid out on a table in the front of the room -- there was a baseball bat, a set of keys, a CD case, just to name a few. "Basically any object you have in your room or on you, can be used as a weapon. I've been studying martial arts for my whole life and there's been a time or two where I've managed to use my gym bag to help me out in a situation," Adam explained. "Even the smallest of objects can help you out," he added, gesturing to the keys. "I'd like you all to consider what you have in your dorm room that could be counted as a weapon."

The punching bags were out again. "And if you feel like it, you can go a round or two with a punching bag."

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley was working on baking a pie. The pie he intended to bribe Deadpool with.

Since he wanted to make sure it was extra good, he was using fresh apples instead of canned filling. This meant a lot of apple peeling and slicing. Which meant knives. Which meant Hurley was doing his very best not to accidently cut himself.

So far, it was only a couple of tiny nicks, which meant he was doing better than he thought he would.

He had the TV on, set to some reruns of some show with a dude in a purple rhino costume shilling for organic produce. You ended up with the strangest TV shows, in Fandom.

[ooc: Open!]

sith_happened

A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]

Current Mood: gremlin bit liek woah
Current Music: After All - Dar Williams

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Having Tuesday free meant Adam caught a break in between classes. Which was why he was choosing to spend it down in the gym. He was trying to get back into his routine, making sure to workout at least twice a week, if not more.

Adam spent a few moments stretching before going for the punching bag. No real reason, he just wanted to connect with something. Maybe he'd go for the weights next time.

[Very much with the open!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was in the mood for something salty. Popcorn might do the trick. Or maybe pretzels. He frowned as he stared into the cabinet. Decisions, decisions.

Finally deciding on pretzels, Adam sat down on the couch and flipped through his notes. He realized that the first week of classes was almost over. Huh. Time sure flew by. He only hoped his senior year wouldn't pass him by too quickly. He wanted to enjoy it, after all.

[OOC: Open!]

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After an enjoyable morning filled with apples and s'mores, Hannibal was sprawled on one of the couches in the common room. He wasn't licking himself (he knew what he tasted like and it looked weird to do it too much).

No, he was watching something on television and wondering if anyone else was weirdly affected by this whole thing.

Or maybe enjoyably affected. He hoped so, at least.

[Oh so open! Yes, yes.]

Current Mood: content

solo_sword

It took Jaina all of an couple hours to get over yesterday, and so this morning it was back to her normal routine. The way she figured, she'd vented and now she could get to work on repressing. Maybe the repression was why she wasn't paying attention to any bad feelings, or maybe she was just far too used to them.

She hadn't had much time at all in the gym this week, which she decided she needed to fix by starting out with some time on the treadmill and then heading for the bag. She'd probably head to the flight shed later, but for now she was happy getting sweaty. Not dirty.

[Okay that did not take half as long as I thought it did. Will be in and out but around so open yay!]

Current Mood: active!

futureclone

Now that they were in the dorms, Some Random Campfire was no longer a reliable source of sustenance, and this time period was woefully lacking in synthetron technology. So Alex had wandered around his floor until he came to the common room, with its kitchen, where he'd poked through the cabinets until he found something that would require no actual skill on his part to allow it to be consumed, and that did not contain chocolate. He didn't particularly care for chocolate, he'd found.

One bite of the Cheetos and he was hooked. Anyone entering the room would find Alex on the couch, guarding the Cheeto bag jealously, his fingers liberally covered with the Cheetos' pernicious orange coating.

Just no one tell him chocolate chip cookies probably have better nutritional value. He might cry.

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Deciding to give the place a chance, squirrel spying and all, Temari started up a fire and sighed. This was much more like home.

Maybe an angry letter home wasn't necessary.

Yet.

[[Open as a campfire should be. Or else there's just smoke everywhere and it's a bad thing all around.]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal had slept in for three reasons: the first was simply that it was a Saturday, the second was because yesterday had been a very long day, and the third was because he had trouble sleeping anyway. It was being in a new place, with a lot of new people, in an entirely new situation. He was used to it, of course, so he was used to losing sleep over it at first.

Besides, it was nothing a little coffee couldn't fix. He rubbed the back of his neck as he drifted down the hall and into the room with the couches and the TV and the kitchenette and started rummaging around for what he needed.

While...trying not to step on the tortoises.

Wait...

Cal frowned at the little golden tortoises swarming at his feet right now.

Hopefully that was something a little coffee could fix, too.

[[ open common room is open ]]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam couldn't believe how time had flown. It felt to him like he'd just gotten here and now that finals were over, he was technically a senior. Yeah, that was quite a revelation.

Knowing he had time to get in a workout, Adam made his way down to the gym, and set to work on the punching bag. Maybe once he'd finished with the bag, he'd get in some practice with the bo staffs.

[OOC: Open like an open thing!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic.

Bel had bequeathed the garden with its spiky plants to him a year ago, but he was going to have to find someone to take care of it for him, soon; he only had a few weeks left here, after all.

. . . wow. That was a sobering thought, but it made him grin a little bit, too -- not at the prospect of leaving, just at the thought that it had been three really damn good years, in the long run.

His horticultural efforts done with, Anders sat down on the edge of the roof, lit up a cigarette, and just enjoyed the view.

[OOC: Open as roofs are -- I'm home sick today, so I'm around but unexpected SP may ensue if I randomly fall asleep.]

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky looked for all the world like a big red ball of yarn in a cowboy hat, carrying some notebooks and a big bowl of popcorn as he tried making his way to the common room. This was because sickeningly-cute tiny sheep, sheep with wool in many different shades of red, were baa-ing and clinging to his body. He couldn't shake them off, not until he sat on the couch with a THUD and they gathered into a wee sheep-y ball around him. Sky sighed, turned the TV on to a certain ballroom dancing show he'd swear he wasn't really watching and settled in to pretend to study for finals.

It was never too early to start, right?

However, soon the sheep began to do a wee sheep-y dance, jumping back and forth in front of his eyes, back and forth, back and forth, and Sky's eyelids began to droop-

[Open as a common area is~ SP soon til 9:30 PMish EST, but I'll be around afterwards.]

Current Mood: sleepy

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Today's toys were the foam padded staffs from last time, but also, nerf swords. "Okay so this is almost stealing the fencing club's shtick, but swords do figure into martial arts. If Peter objects he can come find me and I'll apologize."

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Current Mood: excited

redintraining.livejournal.com

Now that Sky, alias Uberman, had been filled with a nice breakfast of pancakes, there were important matters to take care of.

Like fighting off invisible villains.

"Ha! Gotcha with my 'splodey baseball!" he crowed, tossing a tiny plastic ball at what he imagined was the wicked Space Turkey. "And I getcha 'gain if you come back! Uberman never gives up, an' he always beats the bad guys!" He spread his arms and ran in circles, pretending to fly, his red towel "cape" fluttering behind him.

"Here comes Uberman, to save the day..."

[Open for both the wee and the normal-sized to play! ... And no, I have no idea where I pulled Space Turkey from. My nether regions, I expect.]

Current Mood: bouncy

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy was wearing a Gi, which he'd neglected to wear the other days. There was no particular reason. He was also holding a padded bo staff.

"Today we get weapons." he said with a smile. "Don't take the padding off. That'd be bad. Otherwise, have at it!"

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The common room was decorated with streamers, balloons and a sign that said "Happy Birthday Ronan". There was food from Ching Tai and a selection of baked goods from JGoB. Including a rather decadent looking chocolate cake.

Isabel rearranged a few balloons then sat down to wait for people to turn up.

[Open as common rooms are! ~~Please wait for minor~~ OCD is up.]

Current Mood: cheerful

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had staked out part of the gym as usual. The difference today? He was done with that taking it easy crap! Yay!

"Good news for all you with pent up aggression." he said, displaying the punching bags and various practice dummies. "Look, things you can beat up without consequences. Though if you break them you might have to pay for them."

[Open as usual. ~~Stay tuned for~~ OCD is up.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

Current Mood: flirty

redintraining.livejournal.com

Now that Sky had sung his little duet with Troy, he kept bursting into random snatches of song. Which was not good, considering ( the type of songs he was singing. )

Sky could, he supposed, take comfort in the fact that he wasn't in his human body and thus didn't attract as much attention. Not much, but some. He tried the same trick he did at Pizza Planet, blending in with the ceiling lights, but of course, his redness made him stick out a little. And he could not stop singing.

[Open, as a common area is.]

Current Mood: aggravated

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Someone was experimenting.

After today, after everything today, he'd decided that he needed chocolate. But not just chocolate. Spiced chocolate. And not just spiced chocolate. But spiced chocolate with a touch of coffee for bitterness and a little bit of vanilla to balance it and warm gooey--

Let it be put this way: aside from making up a light rice and vegetable dish for dinner, he's also whipped up two trays worth of brownies, rather modified from the original recipe in one of the cook books he'd gotten.

Meanwhile, the bunny guarded Liir's bag and his tome-o-magical-learning from his spot on the far side of the counter. Liir thanked him with scritches and a kiss or two whenever he could step away from the stove, as well as cilantro and carrots so... life wasn't half bunny bad for anyone today.

[open as common rooms are and mmmm chocolate]

Current Music: Voltaire - Dunce

im-afrog.livejournal.com

It was a nice night out and Adam didn't feel like being inside. So, he made his way up to the roof.

He took a seat on the ledge, looking out at the Fandom campus. Spring break had been quite an adventure, that was for sure. Adam had to admit, he was happy to be back in Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

One more, damn week. Billy was itching to spar with someone but he was still under those damn doctors orders. Oh well.

"Hiya folks, welcome back to the Martial Arts Club. I'm your host Billy. Today will be more sparring and such, but more importantly, I'd like for the more experienced folks to get with the less experienced folks and see if we can give them a hand. After Spring Break maybe we'll introduce weapons. If no one gets killed this week."

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

"One, two, and three, four, and five, six," Dawn was practicing the sword form she'd learned on Monday extremely hard, wanting to get things perfect before her next lesson with Professor Skywalker--both to show him she could do it and to actually get it right.

However, she was too much her sister's sister to not practice to music. It made the counting easier, plus it got her used to working with background noise.

At least that was the theory.

[ooc: Open!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with several mats on the floor for sparring. Billy was attempting to stretch, without messing up his still healing gunshot wound.

"Hey guys." he waved to the club members when they came in. "Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way. Anyway, today I figured we'd just get started with the usual round of getting to know you questions. Introduce yourselves, say where you're from, and what your experience with martial arts is. Then we can pair up for sparring maybe."

[OCD is ~~coming~~ here. Repent.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Neon posters with arrows and the words, free food, pointed students to the First Floor Lounge where more posters with strange stick figures proclaimed that the Flag Football Club was sponsoring a Super Bowl Party.

The lounge had been decorated in blue and gold. There was a huge football-shaped cake from J,GOB and a wide variety of party sandwiches, chips, and dips laid out on tables along with beverages.

Naturally, there was also a television, tuned in to the Super Bowl.

[ooc: YAY PARTY FOR EVERYONE! The food is moddable as generic football party food (there are most definitely Cheetos, but not the creepy chocolate covered ones, thank you).]

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A certain red-clad Cadet had gone to the common room, armed with a ~~handwavily~~ freshly-purchased pepperoni pizza and the garbled mess that was his class notes from the past week, so he could spread out and attempt to make sense of them, especially because he had a test coming on Thursday. However, the second he'd lay down on one of the couches, he began to drift off. He was still feeling quite unlike himself and still had had difficulty sleeping- not in the least of which because he often started dreaming about Dru when he closed his eyes.

So there was a dozing Sky, an open notebook covering his face, thinking he'd just take a 15-minute nap to refresh himself. Yeah, right.

[Open as a common room is. He might be nice and share his pizza if you want to prod him awake, otherwise he'll be asleep out here pretty much all night.]

Current Mood: tired

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