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The cabins were mostly quiet. It was incredibly late Friday night--technically very early Saturday morning--and by this time, both the most of the righteous and unrighteous had finally found their beds--well, theirs or someone else's.

There was one major exception to this: a group of girls sneaking out of the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker cabin, preparing to go forth and steal boxers. For great justice, and even greater hilarity.

[Open for anyone at the party willing and interested in joining. ~~Again, please wait for the~~ OCD is up. Names and underwear descriptions will be added as I get them.]

glacial_queen

Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few females ~~kept deliberately vague to keept the option open, but to avoid modding~~ had shown up and helped.

The only way she was ever drinking the suppression brew again was if it were a life-or-death situation. And depending on whose life-or-death it was, Karla might have to give some serious thought to the matter.

Still, it was done. The counters and scattered tables practically groaned with food and drink (the majority from T&C of course!): fruits, veggies, popcorn, chips, candy, various chocolates, soda, water, juice, Gatorade, wine, vodka, rum, various mixers...The furniture in the living room had been pushed aside for maximum space (it would still be a bit cramped, regardless) and the TV had been set up to play whatever movies folks brought along. Extra pillows and blankets were heaped everywhere, both to use as furniture and in case anyone forgot theirs. There were a few sets of hastily-acquired speakers for people to plug their pod-mabobs and empty3 players into for music, and a small section of the kitchen had been set aside off for experimenting with hair dye and make-up.

And in her room was a small pile of sacks and bags of various kind. All the better for stealing boxers with.

The cabin--and Karla--were about as ready as they'd ever be. Now just to wait for folks to show up.

(Posted early for great SP! Girls only, but all girls invited. ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD up!)

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

While he was getting pretty damn tired of the whole cabin thing, Chuck would have been stupid not to take advantage of an already lit fire and the new bag of marshmallows he found in the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure who kept buying the marshmallows but Zefron bless them.

Joint in his left hand, Chuck tried his hand at trying to flick marshmallows in the air with his right and catching them in his mouth. Turns out he had a talent for it.

[Mmm my hangover is finally subsiding. Ooooopen, of course]

Current Mood: calm

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Anyone coming across the campfire today would find Layla sprawled out on a blanket as she traced a convuluted route on a map of the Northeastern part of the United States. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she munched on a snack of raisins and goldfish crackers

And while a fire wasn't lit in the firepit, there was a cooler of drinks and some goodies from J'GOB sitting on top of them for visitors to enjoy.

[Open campfire is open]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.

glacial_queen

Karla grinned at everyone as they arrived, doing her best to look excited about them being there and not at all nervous. She was used to appearing in public and whatnot, wasn't she? Of course she was--ignoring the fact that the last time she'd done so, she'd been nine. Details. And it wasn't like she had anything to prove to anyone. Really.

"Kiss kiss," she said when enough people had assembled. "I'm Karla and thanks for coming to the Magic Reserves today. Whether you're here because you have powers or just because you're curious, we're glad you showed up today. This is Merlin," she continued, gesturing at her co-leader, who gave a smile and wave, "and we're the leaders of the Reserves."

"Like the Fighting Reserve which met yesterday and the Support Reserves which meets on Friday, we're here because sometimes things happen on the island. And not everyone is equipped to deal with those things. We're here to train so that we are capable of handling emergencies as well as helping out those who are not as capable. I won't lie, the most common scenario is some kind of invasion that we will help repulse, but that isn't the only reason we train. After all, this is Fandom," she said wryly, "and it lives to surprise us. The difference between us and the other two Reserves is that we are equipped with special gifts or abilities that we can use in such emergencies."

"We're not just here to organize ourselves in case of emergencies, we're also here to train so that we all have a better handle on our powers. The more comfortable you are with your powers, the better you'll be able to help out in an emergency. Also, I want to stress that having powers is nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I know that we all come from different places, and at home, such a thing might not be true. But here at Fandom, you can display your powers openly and freely without fear of reprisal." She drew her legs up so that she was perched on air. "You don't have to be afraid here. You don't have to hide who you are."

"But for today, we're just going to continue the first week trend of introductions. Name, grade, your powers if you feel comfortable sharing that, and why you decided to stop by today. Also, help yourself to refreshments. Also also, saying 'I came for refreshments' is a perfectly valid answer." She snuck a glance at Merlin to see if he had anything else to add. He seemed okay so Karla concluded with a grin. "Thanks for coming. Have at."

[~~Please wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Since we're right out in the open, anyone can feel free to stop by.]

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

Agnes had had an easy time of moving to the cabins, not having much in the way of of stuff to carry, and so she'd started the campfire early and watched the other students as they carried their things in.

She'd bought a lot of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for those uniquely Fandom "s'mores", and had plenty to share.

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Merlin may not have been as bouncy as the last person to lead a reserve this week, but he was at least energetic. In a far more British way.

There were varieties of tea. New doors opened to him there.

"Hello everyone. Today we'll be working on finding at least a partner to work so any sort of weaknesses you have may be covered by them and also the other way around. I know we don't all know each other and out abilities yet, so this will just be a bit of a practice round. If you find someone you work well with, good. If not, you can always keep trying."

He smiled brightly, nodding at them all. "Just pick a partner now and discuss our try to show what you can do. Er--within reason of course. I don't think we'd be allowed back here if someone burned down the preserve."

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

Agnes didn't really consider herself much good in the kitchen. On the other hand, she was from Lancre, and female, so she was WAY more than adequate. Tonight, for whatever reason, she was puttering around in the kitchenette with a cookbook propped open on the counter and humming to herself.

Of course, the cookbook in question was her newly-purchased copy of The Joye of Snacks, the melody she was humming was something hypnotically alluring with toe-tingling purrs in it, and the recipe she was whipping up was number 53, Chocolate Delight with Special Secret Sauce. Sure, she couldn't make it like Nanny Ogg could, but it was a dessert that on its own could cause the kind of behavior the island was experiencing this week. Adding the two TOGETHER, who knew what could happen?

This is wrong. This is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG and you should stop it RIGHT NOW.

Agnes had stopped caring.

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.

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

So the island, in one of its ineffable fits of pique, had started filling itself with random alternate-universe children from the future. Probably because of all the people who just had sex last night. Since none of them -- at least not yet -- seemed to belong to her, Agnes was going to do the sensible thing and hide in her room until they left.

...No, no, she wasn't, was she? That's what she would like to do. What she was GOING to do was be helpful and dependable, because it was impossible for her not to be. She didn't even like kids all that much.

She was still arguing with herself about it while she made and set up the sign in the lobby that said "FREE BABYSITTING". And made bologna and cheese sandwiches with the crusts cut off.

the_merriest

Sizzler and Sizzler were performing! They were two lounge singers, and not two clearly insane people!

"Hello!" Alice said, into an invisible microphone. "I'm Jerry Sizzler, and this is my sister --"

"Jerry Sizzler," Rikku said, quite dramatically.

"We are of course two lounge singers --"

"And not two clearly insane people."

Petey mrowled happily from his spot on the couch. He got to be an oracle again! This was awesome!

Both Jerries had moved on to the musical portion of tonight's show. "TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE, IT'S BEEN THREE LONG YEARS --"

Rikku interrupted the song to shove her imaginary microphone out into the crowd. "Sing, you prrrrrrrrrrrrrricks!"

Jerry and Jerry: bringing crazy back.

(Alice and Rikku, thanks to this post, now think they are The Sizzlers. Which most of you know if you were in the game two years ago when they ran OrangeShoeSevenAide. OPEN! IT IS OPEN, JERRY! ~~PLEASE WAIT FOR THE OCD, OR THE FISH WILL EAT YOUR BRAAAAAINS!~~ THE OCD IS UP. NO FISH-BRAINS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS EPISODE.)

Current Mood: crazy

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

"Listen up, people!" Triela called loudly as soon as she felt enough people had arrived. "I've got a quick announcement and then you can get on with your shooting."

She looked around, smiling slightly to herself. "Considering how well the laser tag field trip went, Captain Algren and I have decided to put together another one. Next Monday we'll be going back to the mall, but this time with paint ball guns. Just like last time, everyone is welcome, so feel free to invite anyone you know to join us. And just like last time the club will provide you with the equipment you need."

"And now you can get back to what you were doing."

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela looked almost happy enough to be whistling merrily when she arrived to set up for club today. She wasn't the whistling sort, so of course she didn't actually whistle, but she still looked like she might bust out at any moment.

Usually her first order of business was normally to go through her gun cases, but today things were a bit different. Before anything else she hung up a poster. It was an extremely precisely drawn (if thoroughly boring) two-column affair. "Paint ball" and "Laser tag" were written neatly at the top with a line drawn between them and plenty of space under them.

"Write your name under whichever activity sounds more fun to you," she told people as they began to arrive.

Yep. Someone looked a bit smug.

lovemykilt

Malcolm had spent the morning wandering around, boggling. Harken had never looked like this before! They must have remodeled the whole dorm! Of course, that meant he kept getting lost -- Malcolm wasn't that great at finding his way around on a good day. But there were all these new people around! It was his duty as a long-standing Harken student to meet them, right?

He just wished he could find Jake or Zoe or even Mr. Felcher. They'd know what was going on. . . .

He finally settled into one of the large common rooms and sat perched on the couch. Maybe someone would come by who could tell him what was going on.

[ooc: open! I have to run to work in a few hours and am greedy and want to get some play in. *grumbles at stupid work scheduling me all weekend*]

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!]

Current Mood: bouncy

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was up early with a hankering for sausage, maybe a steak. Something meaty, something hearty. Chili? Chili.

His room did not have a kitchen; luckily, the common room did.

If anyone were to venture in, they'd see the mullet-headed lad browning up some ground turkey, preparing the sauce and liquidy things, and trying to figure out the best type of heat to put in. So far, habaneros were winning.

There was also a pot of brown rice simmering and a pot of mixed vegetables simmering...he didn't know yet what to do with those, but they appeared in ~~cute~~ little boxes with bows on them when he opened the cupboards, so he was taking what was offered.

[open! Chowtime!]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Alice was incredibly bored. And as such, she was going to wander into her Common Room and see if anyone else had found something interesting to do.

She was not expecting for the furniture to suddenly grow to be twenty, thirty, forty feet tall! No, wait, it was her who had shrunk, the moment she had passed through that doorway.

"I don't recall any bottles," she frowned. She might have remembered that, one would think.

Instead, she gave the doorway a curious eye, and stepped into the hallway once again ... and the world around her shrunk to its normal size, and she was five-feet-eight once more.

"Curiouser and curiouser."

Well. A proper adventure. Alice walked back into the common room and surveyed the gargantuan furniture around her.

"There was a remote around here somewhere," she announced. This was certainly more delightful than being bored.

(OOC: BORED. So welcome to: Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room. Or, more correctly, Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room-Goers. Localized opt-in weirdness. If you come in, you are wee. Once you leave, you are fine again.)

Current Mood: amused

notahostage

Wendy had been planning on going for a morning jog, a plan soon scuttled by the rain of coloured rocks. Not so much because she had an objection to running in the odd but painless rain as that she'd rapidly gotten distracted by the effects of the rocks on her person.

Which was why she was currently standing out on the deck, doing what looked like a deranged cross between martial arts, interpretive dance, and the hokey-pokey, mostly to see what happened as various colours of rock hit her.

[Open as decks are.]

Current Mood: artistic

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was still in his bathrobe when he shuffled into common room. He was not in a happy mood as he talked in a disgruntled manner into his cell phone.

"Seriously, Ric. I don't see what's so important to get me out of bed on a Monday afternoon," he groaned and fumbled with the remote. "What channel am I supposed to be looking at? CNN? What's on C-?"

Jamie stopped as the image flickered on.

For on the screen was a duplicate of Jamie Madrox.

Naked.

Bungee jumping.

"And in Colorado this morning, a young man decided it might be fun to do a little bungee jumping," the newscaster said in an amused tone. "In the nude no less. The local sheriff's department arrested him after the jump for indecent exposure and is currently sitting in a jail cell waiting for a bail hearing."

"Well you don't see that everyday," Jamie said after blinking a few times. "I wonder what possessed me to do that?"

The reply from the cell phone obviously did not agree with Jamie because he quickly clicked it off and settled down to watch himself jump nude off a bridge.

[ooc: *scratches off three superlatives in one fell swoop* BACK FROM THE LAND OF NON-AVAILABILITY! OPEN! OMG!]

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

Well, she'd done the "antisocial" thing for a while, and observed people, and things. Maybe it was time to venture out into the common rooms.

When she got arrived, there was the matter of the television. It wasn't hard to get it to turn ON, or to figure out how to change channels or change the volume. Getting it to display something ENTERTAINING, on the other hand, seemed to be darn near impossible.

Agnes flopped onto the couch and sighed. "Oh, POOT."

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was not a rare occasion, by any means, for Chad to be seen with various creatures perched on his broad shoulders, especially in the form of his naked cat. They were just good perching shoulders, really. So he didn't think anything of the parrot that had found its way onto the one that Prince Oscar Pedro didn't already inhabit, although the cat was giving the bird a few dangerous looks behind Chad's head that Chad was completely ignorant of.

Of course, he didn't even notice the level of annoyance that the parrot could reach because one thing about being quiet is that it doesn't give the parrot anything to repeat. The only thing that had really transgressed so far was that they were going to make omelettes. Apparently, the bird really liked omelettes, which Chad thought was a little odd, but whenever he tried to ask them, what they wanted for breakfasts, did they want cereal? Did they want fruit? Did they want omelettes, the bird would just caw, "Want omelettes! Want omelettes!"

And so Chad was in the common room, making omelettes for his cat, his new bird, and himself. And anyone else who might want one.

[[ open, of course, and, as always, omelettes are completely moddable! also, yay having a Chad foodishness icon now XD ]]

[[ and it always said morning. wtf, brain? ]]

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone asked.

Beside him, the coffee pot was brewing. The coffee maker was noisy, drowning out the sound of the radio, and Ichigo kept eyeing it warily, hoping it wasn't going to blow up or something.

[[Open. Really.]]

Current Mood: busy

isourking.livejournal.com

In between bites from a giant sized bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, Ron would be seen smashing the keypad of the remote in an effort to find something decent to watch.

Eventually he settled on the BBC and watched in horror as two British women attempted to clean what had to be the most disgustingly dirty house he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell. That's actually someone's carpet?"

Perhaps eating food while watching this show was a bad idea.

[open]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Even though it was still probably early enough in the morning to cancel out any idea of 'laziness,' Turtle Wexler decided that, since she had no classes today and was already up and kind of hyper, she'd have a lazy sort of day, lounging in the common room in the PJs, slippers propped up on the coffee table, with a bowl of the most sugary cereal she could locate in the cupboard, seasoned generously with more sugar.

She was even watching cartoons as she slurped her spoonfuls of goodness waiting to spring cavities on her. Because, as much as she loved it, sometimes the business news was just way too depressing these days for a morning like this.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

Current Mood: lazy

notawitch.livejournal.com

In Will's mind, having a fresh cup of coffee and a bag of cookies was a pretty good way to spend an evening. What more could you ask for at once, really?

That there was also an Animal Planet documentary about frogs on the TV was a coincidence. Yep, total coincidence.

(OOC: So very open.)

Current Mood: chipper

http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/

Weiss was flipping channels, looking for anything not related to elections. He didn't actually care that he didn't win, but he still didn't want to get into it. He munched on a can of Pringles as he surfed.

[OOC: Common Room. Open. You know the drill]

Current Mood: bored

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was making pie and watching Wednesday night TV. This criminal forensics show was gruesomely fascinating.

It went well with making pie dough. Eventually the pie dough would become apple pies and shepherd's pies, and because it's a dorm tradition, everyone could have some.

forgottenpants

Pete sat in the middle of the common room floor, poking at the remote control for the television.

He was pretty sure people had used this to make the box thing light up so he could see the people inside.

He just wasn't sure how yet.

[ooc: I'm bored, therefore this is open]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was up not early but at least it was still morning by the clock. Barely. For whole minutes yet. So he felt totally justified in making breakfasty type foods like bacon and eggs and hotcakes and calling it brunch.

He may have been humming under his breath as he cooked because all in all, things were going pretty well. He didn't want to use the phrase 'disgustingly happy' but it probably wouldn't be inappropriate.

[ooc: open with food]

Current Mood: 'disgustingly happy'

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip was up on the roof plunking on his guitar, staring up into the stars.

Jesus. Poor Marie. And to think he started this day planning on soaking everyone.

_[[Open!]]

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD wanted to paint the town red, but, sadly, lacked the necessary art supplies. As a result, he was sitting in the common room with some paper and crayons, resorting to drawing pictures of daisies.

((OOC: Open to all, including suggestions for adventure and foolishness))

joxertehmighty.livejournal.com

Joxer was in the kitchen area, scrounging up foodstuffs to prepare an apology breakfast for Agnes. Thankfully for Agnes and the world in general, he was unable to find any turnips.

So here he was, making toast in the toasty-machine, and pouring a big bowl of chocolate cereal.

There'd probably be enough cereal and toast to share with more than just his roommate, too.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

union-jane.livejournal.com

Seras had taken the medicine that Ms. Poppins had given her before bed last night. It had, oddly enough, tasted just like gingerbeer. And, it seemed to be at least somewhat effective.

Seras still looked rather corpse-like, but her appetite was back. Which was a good thing because the two pairs of jeans that she hadn't cut up while under the impression that she was, in fact, an anarchist punkish rebel, were starting to bag at the waist.

Still clad in pajamas and wearing thick, though mismatched socks, she'd made her way down to the Common Room and fixed herself (and anyone else who cared for some) a large batch of apple cinnamon oatmeal with lots of brown sugar.

She was now curled up on the couch, dividing her attention between her breakfast, the old Errol Flynn movie that was on tv, and her copy of the London Times, circa 1993.

[Open!]

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD was sitting on the floor in the 5th floor common room, wearing a pair of lime green pajama bottoms with little blue puppies on them and a white wife beater tank top. Crossed legged in front of the TV, he is watching cartoons and tossing a small bouncy ball repeatedly against the wall.

((OOC: Open to all, there are more bouncy balls to be had.))

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was too excited about new students, being a big brother and the fact that he was a virgin again to get a lot of sleep so he had been sitting in front of the tv in his room for several hours. There were lots of infomercials on late at night. As it got closer to morning, Blair was afraid of disturbing Broots and his fish with noise if he turned the tv up louder so he headed out to the common room to watch CNN.

Ooh! One last airing of the Pasta Express infomercial. It was no George Foreman 13 in 1 Rotisserie Bonanza, but Blair admired the simplicity of it's design. Like the fact that it was just a plastic tube with a lid.

[so incredibly open]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

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