weirderthanthou: (jesse - hmmm)
[personal profile] weirderthanthou
Jesse couldn't believe how much she'd let herself get away from-- herself, over the past few days. It had taken another encounter with Essej - and the memory of Trench - to wrench her back into useful shape.

Then she'd spent the evening putting information together. And... okay, she wasn't sure whether the vines on the school were just another thing or the root (heh) of the problem, but she knew they were growing, and that couldn't be good.

And so by morning she tapped into Fandom's radio network and sent out a terse message: "The school seems under siege by plants. Join me on the grounds if you want to help."

Then she turned up there, herself. And waited.

The ash kept raining down.

[[ for team fighty! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
[personal profile] howareyanow
Wayne almost didn't even make it on over to the common room fer breakfast that morning. There'd just been this heavy feeling weighing down his broad shoulders since he woke up that morning wondering what was even the point? No one even really cared about MMB and the tradition of it all, 'cept mebbe him, really, and it wouldn't even matter soon, anyway, he'd only had two or three more of 'em left before he graduated and it was back to the farm, back to chorin', so what did it even matter? Mebbe you could fuck with tradition after all; mebbe you should.

Odds were somethin' terrible was going to happen once he got down there, anyway, like all the eggs were actually monsters or all his pancake batter turned to slime or some other such tomfuckery...

But somehow, he managed to pull through this fog of reservations and excuses and shuffled reluctantly down the hall to the common room, not at all comforted by the fact that the eggs were just eggs and his pancake batter remained batter, because that just meant that, if the breakfast was normal, then something else was likeleh to go pear-shaped instead, but at least there was something in the fact that he'd have a good solid breakfast in his stomach to prepare him for whatever it was that might be headin' their way...

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]
apocalypsehow: (moderately amused)
[personal profile] apocalypsehow
Well, Five had survived a 'family dinner' yesterday. Which was possibly the most shocking part of the whole weekend.

Oh, and Tim was still here.

Five sat in one of the chairs, staring at where the child-shaped mannequin was sitting across from him. "I can see your mother in you," he decided.

Tim continued on being a mannequin in response to that.

[so open]
sexy_giraffe: (Default)
[personal profile] 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.]
grayskollar: (bbAdora: up to no good)
[personal profile] grayskollar
Between the caffeine (thanks, Five!), Looking for Catra, and having a whole new island to explore, it was entirely possible that Adora hadn't actually slept since yesterday morning.

She had, however reached the point where she couldn't ignore the growling in her stomach any longer, and so, much grubbier and covered in bits of plant, she'd ended up back at the one place she was reasonably sure had something resembling rations. Currently she'd clambered up on a bench and was going through any cupboards she could reach.

[Open as common rooms are. SP due to work and timezones.]
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[personal profile] apocalypsehow
Because it was funnier Five had woken up perfectly normal this morning. Normal and enjoying the fact that his roommate wasn't there so he could work on setting up a chain of events that may have started the apocalypse now that he had access to more materials.

You know. Since it wasn't destroyed in said apocalypse and all.

But right now, he was just enjoying a nice cup of coffee without anyone throwing knives at him and contemplating going to get himself a donut.

[open!]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
[personal profile] howareyanow
Probably not surprising anyone fer this week, considering the weekend, Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast to find the fridge was particularly well-stocked with sauerkraut and bratwurst, and, not one to let things like that just go to waste, added a frittata and some hash to the usual offerings and expected pancakes.

And he weren't going to even say nothing about it, either, because, as far as weird things to happen on a Monday morning, that barely even registered as one, so it seemed a bit...silly to go and make a fuss.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
[personal profile] howareyanow
Wayne didn't get a chance to chat with many of the newbies on picnic day, meaning he didn't have many chances to let them know about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, hopefulleh, the breakfast would take care of letting them know itself through the power that was cooking aromas working its way through this school's odd kind of ventilation system. Or word would get around somehow. Or he'd just have a lot of leftovers for the week, and that was okay, too, though not exactly optimal.

Honestly, though, by Monday morning (though a bit of a later start than usual since he wound up with a class first period; that was hardly going to stop breakfast, though!), he was mostleh just feeling glad that, when he came into the common room, all the stuff he'd gotten for it was there and just the way he'd left them, there wasn't anything weird going on with any of the equipments or cupboards or dishes, no abundance of weird ingredients, no lurking gremlins, no nothing out of the ordinary....which was a little out of the ordinary, but Wayne, who was about 95% sure this island was going to try and fuck up the first Monday Morning Breakfast of a new semester, was not going to complain!


...not about that, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
So, it was December. That had been obvious enough when Alex had woken up to find his room littered with tiny Christmas trees. Never one to be all about Christmas, he'd rounded them up and shoved them in Griff's bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

Of course, coming down to the common room proved no better. There were Christmas trees here and there too and they made Alex scowl. He ignored them for the most part, only paying them attention to toss them off the couch so he could flop down and sprawl out. Now, he just needed to find something to watch that wasn't a Christmas movies.

Seriously, he didn't want to watch sappy love stories or old men learning suddenly having a change of heart all because they got haunted. Pass. The television wasn't being much help and he eventually settled on a stupid game show he'd watched before.

Well, now he'd spend his time irritated at stupid people and their inability to solve easy puzzles. Better than Christmas cheer.

[cr's open, of course!]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. Hold for OOC is up!]
[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com
One would think that after the bit on the beach with the nakedness and the staring, Rose would have learned to run far, far away from gremlins when they ventured near.

One would think.

Rose, however, was special too busy berating the gremlin for stealing her clothes in the first place to notice him coming closer, fangs bared.

Which was why shortly there after, Rose came rushing into the common room, her hair fixed by little birdies caught back in a ribbon and the long skirts of what looked like one of Morgana's dresses swirling about her ankles.

"Oh my! This is a terrible mess," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in front of her chest as she surveyed the Common Room. "We'd better clean it quickly before our little friends come home from the mines. They'll have had a long day's work, and they'll want their dinner."

A moment later, she was skipping around the room, wielding a duster and a mop and somehow managing to leave everything sparkly clean in her wake.It was probably the song that Rose was happily carolling that did it.

"Just whistle while you work
Put on that grin and start right in to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune
Just do your best and take a rest and sing yourself a song"

[OOC:  It's been a Week.  Crack is happy-making.]
[identity profile] 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!]
[identity profile] cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com
Zayne had learned an important lesson: don't sleep in public here. He learned another lesson, too: sometimes ink doesn't want to come off of skin.

But right now he was able to get some time away from common rooms and roommates who wear very little clothing, and that made things... well, more peaceful if nothing else. He only had a few sets of robes and he couldn't wear them indefinitely without washing them (even if he did come from a galaxy where it seemed like people often only wore one outfit for years). So he was doing laundry. And the weird sounds the washer was making were more than enough to help distract him from thoughts that weren't proper for a potential Jedi and the fact that he had things drawn on his face. Instead, he could just focus on whether or not the machine was supposed to be making these noises. He was pretty sure it wasn't.

"This thing better not explode," Zayne said to himself. "That would ruin the peace."

[OOC: As open as a laundry room!]
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

So, he slouched down against a log, crossing his feet at the ankle and leaning back to blow smoke into the air. It was the second week of classes and, amazingly, they weren't going that badly. Of course, considering the classes, Alex didn't know how they could go badly.

He'd take the good news while he could. It didn't happen often.

[campfires are open things!]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck was up really freaking early considering how late he had stayed out last night. Freaking ridiculous. He would have slept in later but he was bombarded by weird-ass dreams that he really didn't care to analyze. Since sleep wasn't on the horizon any time soon, he decided to go the common room and see if there was anyone to bother. When it looked like he was alone, he raided the pantry for a bit to grab something that would go well with his scotch (he came up with Dunkaroos) and then sprawled out on the couch to find something on TV.

Ugh, there was a Rumor Gal marathon on. No thank you. He'd go back if he was desperate but he was not watching that crap. It was so unrealistic.

[Open, of course]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD about to go up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
With everything that had gone on recently, Hannibal almost forgot about the picnic he owed Adora. Almost but not quite. And, since it was a nice day today, he let her claim it and did his best with packing a basket.

Cold pizza, potato chips, two cans of soda some store bought brownies seemed the most safe and least cooking intensive for him.

The basket was at his feet and Hannibal was leaning back in one of the deck chairs, just waiting now.

[Hannibal's here for Adora but the deck is always open!]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
Everything was lovely today, walking with Spirit back to the stables, she couldn't help smiling and blushing at thoughts of Prom and earlier in the morning.

"You're in a rare mood, Adora," Spirit said, nudging her shoulder.

"I'm happy, Spirit. Things are going so well with Edward and everyone is safe for now." It was rare that she could say that and feel she wasn't about to jinx herself with a Horde attack.

"You do realize when you say things like that--"

"Yes, Spirit," she cut in with a laugh. "But I mean it. Nothing can ruin this happy day."

Poor Adora was still so new.

[Stables are open as ever, but mild SP is love]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
It was a bright enough day and Adora desperately missed the outdoors, so she put together a pot of hot tea and made her way outside to the deck. Settling down on a comfortable chair, she toyed with pen and paper, hoping to be inspired to compose a few letters home.

"Adam deserves to hear some news from me directly, I suppose," she murmured to herself. "But where do I start?" It wasn't likely she'd figure that out for some time, but at least she could enjoy sitting in the sunshine while she considered her options.

So far, all she had was, Dearest Brother. Not much of a start, no.

[Open deck is open! 45 degrees is not that cold.]
[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com
There are few things more exciting than a BIRTHDAY.

Unless, of course, it was TWO BIRTHDAYS.

Kaylee and Yurika had discovered that it was BOTH their birthdays today, and that was why the common room was decorated, and there was cake!

And by "decorated," one might assume "with glitter and bits of torn up colored paper flung on things, and some misspelled banners stuck to the wall about two feet off the ground."

Children are excellent decorators, you know.

[wait for the ocd and it's up, and everyone is welcome to cooooome]
[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com
Girls and their tea parties were stupid. Stupid! In Lois' opinion there was much more fun things to do than drink tea and wear dresses and crap. Like kicking ass and taking names, for example.

Which was just what she was doing.

"Die, commies, die!" Lois shrieked, kicking a tree. "I'm gon' sendya to Guan-guan-tababo Bay!"

Then she purposely fell into a pile of mud for funsies.

[Oh so open]
[identity profile] notqueenyet.livejournal.com
Aravis had a horse. She knew there were several others who had horses, too -- she'd said good morning to those horses when she'd carefully gotten Trenor out -- but she felt hers was the best. Clearly.

So, Aravis, her pockets full of apples, was carefully walking Trenor around the yard, and had located a mounting block (plus there was a little bit of fencing she could climb up, if she needed) for later.

[ARAVIS WILL GIVE HORSIE RIDES. So, um, open. I go into heeeeeavy SP at 4 EST though.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
It was nice to wake up to a warm day finally. Hannibal had thought the winter would just be everlasting, dumping snow on them whenever it got the urge but it was finally warm. He didn't even mind the clouds that much because warmth meant he didn't have to coop himself up inside anymore. Warmth meant he could stick himself on the deck, in a comfortable chair with his feet up and sunglasses on.

Really, he probably would have been happy to sit on the deck if it had been cold. It was amazing how everything seemed to improve when one's mood was no longer akin to a battered punching bag.

It might not have been the deck of a cruise ship but Hannibal decided this was kinda nice anyway.

[hey, open! taking advantage of the east coast's GORGEOUS weather!]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
He didn't need another night at Caritas, he didn't want to spend it sulking in his room and he was feeling way too tired to actually go off island to find some fun. So, there he was, sprawled in a chair with some mindless movie on, steadfastly trying not to think about marriages, his own stunted emotions, people hitting him and everything in between.

He needed to stop feeling sorry for himself because only stupid idiotic soap opera characters did that. Of course, stupid idiotic soap opera characters seemed to always get the happy ending (even if they had to die fifty times first) so maybe he needed to keep feeling sorry for himself.

"I'm such a fucking girl," he muttered and shook his head.

[Open CR, open post, open!]
[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.


[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]
lovemykilt: (so very emo)
[personal profile] lovemykilt
Priestly had had every intention of hiding in his room after his class today, but he didn't have any food in the room, and, well, Malcolm hadn't exactly eaten much while lost in the closet yesterday.

Holy crap, how was he ever going to live that down? He'd figured out quick enough that other students had had the same sort of experience over the weekend, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who'd ended up stupid enough not to be able to find their way out of a tiny room with only one door.

So, anyway, here he was in the common room, cooking up massive amounts of steak and cheese sandwiches for anyone who might happen to stop by. Nothing said "please don't remember me as the preppie idiot I've spent the last six months trying very hard to avoid being seen as" better than a whole lot of greasy, steaming meat and cheese.

[ooc: open! Come join the punk in "omgwtf"ery!]
[identity profile] sixstandingby.livejournal.com
He hadn't slept last night. There were new sounds, people moving and he'd been twitchy, ready to pop off at the next person who came close to him. He was stuck in a fucking crazy house with monkeys and people who thought they new him.

No one knew him. He didn't know himself. His life had been a lie. He was trying to map out the truth, cut out a real life but now he was stuck in a place where he was fucking alone.

Fuck. He missed Fox. He missed getting beat on. At least that had been familiar.

Eventually, he'd found the weapons locker, found a gun and found the gun range. This is what he needed. He set up the targets, put on the required safety equipment before taking a few straight shots to get a feel for the gun. And then, he started curving bullets into the target.

He started feeling better immediately. Fuck the world. He wasn't gonna fucking lay down.

[Totally open! Come on, I had to get the bending bullets bit in SOME TIME.]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
Over the last few weeks in Fandom, Adora had rarely been anyone's definition of the word glum. But today, as she moved about the stables taking care of everything Spirit might require, Adora was positively giddy.

Spirit was sort of horrified.

[Open like a stable thingy!]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

[OPEN LIKE A CR. I LOVE TODAY.]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Cal didn't care if he was so sick he felt like death warmed over; he was pretty sure there was new Rumor Gal tonight. The set-up was perfect. Clearly, he had to get out of his room, which needed some time to let the bad air out, so he needed to relocate for a little bit. And he was too sick to move around looking for the 'lost' remote.

Funny how things like that always happened on Monday, wasn't it?


[[ open as usual! I need to find a hobby ]]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
After getting his assignment from class, Hannibal made his way back to the computer lab and took a seat. He figured going through the internet would be quicker than going through books in the library.

And really, the internet would have all the salacious rumors about his particular topic. He didn't know if Professor Whitaker particularly wanted an assignment filled with gossip but Hannibal knew it made for a more entertaining paper.

So, he took a seat at one of the computers and started doing his research. Jose Canseco was such a poser.

[Open, of course! Posted for the TV class but totes open for anyone who wants to chat! Hannibal won't be there long, though.]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor wasn't sure what the big deal was about the big football game. After all they had football back in Xanth but they were just balls of feet that rolled around the jungle making footpaths for the populace to use.

So he decided to skip the whole gathering and settle down in the common room and see what was on TV.

It was then that he stumbled across the Puppy Bowl and somehow became hypnotized by the images of puppies frolicking around and playing with each other.

[Because... well it's what I watch instead of the Super Bowl. Because it's Puppies. Yes, I am a dork.]
gobrookeyourself: (party girl)
[personal profile] gobrookeyourself
Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.


[Light OCD coming! is up! Get your kissy on!]
lovemykilt: (open mouthed grin)
[personal profile] lovemykilt
You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

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

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]
bitchprince: (baby wants his dinnerz)
[personal profile] bitchprince
He'd dragged Merlin off to hunt early that morning. Even if the boy had absolutely no instincts or abilities that were helpful in any way, Arthur did need someone to carry what he killed. Because of his arm, he hadn't been able to do it the thrilling way, crossbows and all, but traps still worked just as well.

To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.

He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.

Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.

[[ open common room! ]]
[identity profile] fabulous-secret.livejournal.com
Adora had been looking forward to this all weekend. It felt like forever (rather than three weeks) since she'd gotten any live practice. She was determined not to let her skills get to the point where she couldn't compete at her standard level with a sword. Even as Adora.

When they'd made the date, Hannibal had seemed quite sure of himself. Almost too sure to be true, but Adora felt his cocky attitude was just a sign of solid battle experience. Their chat in class had only strengthened that belief.

So full of anticipation, Adora was practically bouncing as she led Hannibal into the Salle. "So, did you bring any protection or did you need to borrow some?"

[For the modded King but open for onlookers or other Salle users]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
When it became painfully clear that there were no servants to help him in caring for Arthur's horse, Merlin found himself down in the stables. Mucking out a stall.

Destiny owed him big for this.

"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.

[[Open, of course!]]
[identity profile] 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]

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---       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.

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