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It was Alana's turn to sell prom tickets -- and since she now had an Actual Prom Date, she did so slightly less grudgingly than she would have otherwise. If anything, she found herself nostalgic about her last big school event. (Graduation didn't count. Parents came to graduation.)

She played a trivia game on her phone as she sat at the table, ticket pile at her right hand and prom court ballot box at the left.

not_a_moonie

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

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

".... WOOOHOOOOOO"

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

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

not_a_moonie

Alana had flowers, she had dance tickets, and she had a cheesy romance novel to laugh at if the day was slow. She'd even put on a red heart locker, which to her counted as positively festive.

She was ready to go.

not_a_moonie

Christina couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Her first thought was that it was some kind of Dauntless test, but they weren't really the type to send her to a place with soft beds, privacy, and plenty of food. She spent most of the first day looking over her shoulder for the catch.

After a while, paranoia gave way to boredom and she found herself in the lounge, heckling what she assumed was a television. If they were trying to show how bad things were before the war, they had succeeded: These people on the screen were idiots.

[OOC: Open like a common room!]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Somewhere in the depth of a long forgotten storage closet, a great evil awoke from its slumber.

For too long it had been sitting on a shelf. Alone. Abandoned. Covered with a fine layer of dust and shoved next to a pile of cleaning supplies. But now, for one brief moment, it had risen from its endless slumber, with one all-consuming goal in mind.

It had an unquenchable need... for pie.

And so a tiny pink robot bunny shuffled through the lobby of the dorms. There were baked goods somewhere on this island, and Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants was going to find some before his battery went dead again.

[OOC: Open to anyone who feels like harassing a klepto robot bunny.]

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: "The Greatest Banthabell Hits, Volume 4", Anakin Skywalker

spin_kick_snap

So...coed slumber party! Kathy had finally decided to stop stressing over it and just throw the stupid party. Sure, A Sunday was a weird time for a slumber party, but since it was the start of break week, she figured it could work. So her morning was spent hanging up ~~handwavy~~ posters advising everyone in the dorms that there would be a party that night, and her afternoon was busy with party prep.

Not that there was a whole lot of setup required. It wasn't a birthday party or anything, so Kathy had skipped out on balloons and streamers and stuff like that. Mostly she just made sure that the common room was clean, that there was a Rock Band and a karaoke setup available, and plenty of places for people to sleep when the 'slumber' part of the slumber party happened. If it happened. She didn't really know what to expect.

Okay, so what made for a good party? Food? She had a bunch of snacks out, lots of different kinds of chips and sweets from JGoB. Also, she'd set up deliveries from Ching Tai and Pizza Planet for later in the evening, so no one would be hungry. Drinks? She had plenty of soda and juice, and both the non-alcoholic punch and the totally-alcoholic Jell-o shots were chilling nicely in the fridge. Music? Right, her iPod was plugged into speakers and shuffling through her Party playlist. What else could a party possibly need?

People. Right. Parties definitely needed people. Well, hopefully they'd show up, either because of the posters or lured in by music and the smell of food. It was the end of summer. What better time for a party could there be?

[OCD up and party open!]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Between the smell of food, the sound of party music, and the sight of a lot of bottles (some of them even non-alcoholic!), it was clear that the sixth floor was ready for a party. Far away from yurts, and more importantly, far away from people who might be interrupted by a bunch of food, music, and drinking!

Summer was half over, everyone. Come on up and celebrate.

[OOC: This is the party for Not-So-Final Destination. Please, feel free to throw in as many I Never prompts as you want so there's a good list to go off of for the next week.

All students are invited by way of the posting at the main campfire earlier this week!]

dwarvenswagger

Thorin had not woken up to the sound of hundreds of dwarves breaking camp. That had been the first tiny hint that things were not as they had been when he'd fallen asleep last night. The second hint was that the ridiculous 'roomba' that he'd had years ago had attacked his foot as he escaped the room he had been given.

Yeah, that had factored in.

He was definitely back at that school and away from his people until the island felt it well and good to release him. How lovely.

For now he was going to enjoy a cup of coffee with only a little ~~lot~~ of guilt over having such a luxury right now.

[[Open!]

not_a_moonie

Alana stopped at Turtle & Canary before setting up the table for prom ticket sales, so -- in lieu of the usual glitter -- it was bedecked in pink fake grass for Easter baskets and a good handful of pastel-wrapped chocolates.

Alana's favorite thing about Earth holidays remained the sales after them.

She kicked back with a trashy novel, ready to sell tickets or chat with anyone who needed help. The box for votes sat at one corner of the table.

stacyexperiment

What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

thegreywaren.livejournal.com

This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

[ open ]

Current Mood: frustrated

not_a_moonie

It was Alana's turn to man the Student Council Valentine's Day sales table, and she was not precisely overjoyed by this. The fireplace made it slightly less frigid in the lobby than it could have been, but Alana still wasn't a fan of the dark or cold. The one teensy blessing was that Jethro-the-droid seemed to be sleeping through it all.

She flipped through a magazine with gloved hands and dreamed of warmer days.

tigerundercover

The trouble with going around everywhere shapeshifted into having clothes was that you tended to get a little grimy, leading to more showers than your average teenage girl tended to go for. So it was that she ended up spending her Saturday evening steaming up the bathroom. Hey, she didn't really get cold, but that didn't mean her muscles didn't love a good blast of hot water now and then.

She shifted out of habit as she stepped out, and seeing no one else in the bathroom just yet, took her time looking over her usual disguise in the mirror, trying to decide if she wanted to make any adjustments. Maybe add a mole or a birthmark somewhere? Normal people didn't have perfectly clear skin all over, after all. She fluffed her blonde hair a little, making a pouty face at the mirror, then reached up to wipe a little more steam from the surface.

"I wish I could just look like this all the time."

She let out a sigh and relaxed.

Nothing happened.

She was still blonde.

"Oh my god." She grinned at her reflection, rubbing her arms (so smooth!) and waggled her blonde eyebrows at herself. "Oh my god, I'm normal!" She bounced on her toes -- then froze and frowned. "Wait." She tried to shift to her big beefy man look. Nothing happened. She tried to change her hair to brown. Nothing happened.

"Oh my god," she said again, eyes going wide in the mirror. "Oh god, I'm normal." She tugged her too small towel around herself and looked down at it. "Oh god. I don't have any clothes."

She peered out of the bathroom. Her room wasn't that far. She could make it without traumatizing anyone too much, right?

[ooc: yeah, she'll work out the whole "four more wishes" thing eventually. In the meantime, naked blonde Raven trying to sneak through the third floor!]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny didn't see what the big deal was with today. Oooh, people told the truth. So what? He liked telling the truth! He did it all the time! He was awesome. Reed was a douche. Gwen was cool. Alana was hot. He didn't have many male friends because he never truly felt deep down that he really belonged after spending his entire youth out of place. He had no idea how to commit to anything but superheroing. This pizza was delicious and there was plenty for everyone. This Kate Hudson movie was wonderful, she was such a good actress.

Kate Hudson was where he drew the line. "I really want this channel to change so I can save face if anyone comes in. I DON'T KNOW WHY THE CHANNEL WON'T CHANGE! I'd totally bang Kate Hudson."

Okay, maybe THAT was how he could save face if anyone came in.

[OOC: Open, of course. But I'm driving home now so no responses for the next hour.]

not-called-icky.livejournal.com

Ichabod had woken up early and had decided to spend the morning enjoying a long breakfast, possibly while mocking whatever strange things was on the television. Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, he had little food left, which was why breakfast ended up being tea with several strange flavours of ice cream. Well, he also stole some bread and jam from someone else, hoping they wouldn't notice.

He had come across television programs aimed at children before, of course, but this morning they were everywhere, it seemed. They were also somewhat disturbing in Ichabod's opinion; loud, with bright colours and lacking in content. He ended up watching one which made his eyes hurt but even more oddly, he found himself talking back to the characters, as that was clearly what one was supposed to do. What strange thing to teach innocent children!

[Open CR. Ichabod doesn't know it yet, but he will babysit any weetiny students showing up. Not because he enjoys it, but because it is the proper thing to do. He'd feel guilty if anyone got hurt.]

not_a_moonie

A notice had been sent out to the student body informing them that, if they wanted to be in the Homecoming parade, they should meet in the gym to rehearse and assemble the floats.

Alana was the lucky StuCo representative who got to lug paper mache, crepe paper, chicken wire, and other float supplies to the gym for the meeting. (And glitter. So much glitter.) She got stuff vaguely organized around a central open space, then set to work bending the chicken wire. A paper mache gremlin seemed like the kind of thing that belonged in the parade.

not_a_moonie

It was time to set up the table to sell Homecoming tickets again, and this year's theme was Glitter Punk. Alana still didn't know what it meant, exactly, but after looking up pictures online she'd decided to wear a Ramones t-shirt, black jeans and heavy boots to match the theme, with purple glitter sprayed through her hair that itched her scalp a bit but looked awesome.

She played Candy Crush on her phone in between ticket sales. Someday she'd beat the 100th level and move on, but today showed no signs of being that day.

[OOC: Ballot box for Homecoming Court to come later!]

not_a_moonie

Alana had ordered a pizza, and -- as seemed to be the law in Fandom -- the delivery person had brought five pizzas and a few bottles of soda to wash them down with.

Once she realized she wasn't going to have to pay for all five, she was completely down with this. Leaving the pizza out for anybody who wanted to share it, she chowed on a slice of the ham-and-pineapple as she watched a nature show marathon on the TV. She hadn't even known what a meerkat was an hour before, but she was becoming kind of an expert on the soap opera that was their sex lives.

[OOC: Open common room because it's been a million years since I posted one of these.]

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

not_a_moonie

There were two reasons for the party being organized in the second floor common room tonight. The official one was that Sparkle and Alana were both campaigning for seats on the Student Council and needed to get their names out there.

The less official one was that Minako's fifth floor party the week before had been amazing, and the hosts wanted to prove other floors could host something just about as awesome.

Other than the VOTE FOR ALANA and VOTE FOR SPARKLE posters taped to the walls, the set-up was standard for a dorm party. They'd filled a table with pizza and snacks (including, at Sparkle's insistence, homemade sparkler-topped cupcakes), and Alana had set up her tablet to play a mix of trancey pop music. The electronica battled for ear space with an intentionally campy sci-fi movie playing on the TV.

Everyone in the student body had gotten an emailed invitation, so now it was just a matter of seeing who would show up.

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Working under the specious logic that if he couldn't remember anything before yesterday that anything dumb he did today might be forgotten soon anyway, Jonathan - no, JOHN Storm set up some chips, a few bottles of pirate rum, and a sign just outside the common room announcing the Let's Make Some Mistakes We Won't Remember Party.

He had to get creative with some of the entertainment, but John was pretty sure this whole thing would work out regardless.

not_a_moonie

Okay, so the waking up with absolutely no idea who or where you were was not fun. Like, at all.

But the part where, in all the flailing around, Alana accidentally worked out she had wings? That was cool. Not as cool as having memories or some idea of what was going on would have been, but cool. Especially when, to go by the people she saw walking around the dorm building, wings seemed a little non-standard.

Of course, it would have been even cooler if she had some idea how to fly. Which she didn't. Shed started out standing in her dorm room, fluttering her wings madly; that hadn't worked, so she'd thought maybe she needed to be outside to get a running start.

A few failures later, she thought maybe she needed a jumping start. Which brought her shinnying up a tree ...

Which lead to her jumping out of the tree, fluttering the wings madly, almost sort of coasting for a foot or two -- and crashing down again. (Ouch.)

"What's the point of wings if you can't even fly with them?" she grumbled, and clambered up the tree once more. She was sure she'd get the trick of it eventually.

[OOC: Open for weekend SP!]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After going to class and doing some work out at the warehouse, Barry decided to take a break and settle in for a bad night of SyFy movies. Settling into the common room, he saw that someone had put out cake and an ice cream bar.

"Weird," Barry said with a shrug but turned on TV in the hopes of finding some kind of shark-themed debacle.

But unfortunately the TV was not cooperating. In fact it would only show one movie series in particular.

"What the fuck is Fandom Chicken? Holy shit. Is that Rikku?"

Barry's introduction into Fandom's sordid past had only begun.

[My way of celebrating the game IC before Barry's memory is wiped. Come have virtual cake and enjoy the glory that is FANDOM CHICKEN

not_a_moonie

Alana didn't get why she had to sell tickets for a dance she wasn't even allowed to go to, but whatever. She was putting it down as yet another random rule.

It was nice to be worried about rules and not about rampaging trolls, anyhow.

A tie-dyed cloth had been draped over the table to suggest the year's theme, and the glittery box for prom court votes held a place of pride upon it. As for Alana, she was leaning back in her chair and flipping through a Vonnegut novel in between visitors. Evan's taste in books wasn't half-bad.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. PARTY!

Guess what time it was on the sixth floor, people. You can have a hint. The hint is "party." It said so in a banner in the common room.

It's Not Just St Patrick's Day!
It's Saturday!
Let's Party!

There were chips and a veggie plate and some sandwiches. There was water, punch, and lemonade. There was music at a level that should keep things lively here without disturbing people on lower floors.

And oh my god, there were even some games, you guys. This was going to be SUCH a fun time. Assuming people came. And Jessica, standing by the punch in yet another very pretty pink dress (where did she get all of these on such short notice?), was assuming just that. She was a very positive person.

[OOC: Party. Party. Party. Jessica put up posters yesterday, so all students are invited.]

seveninchmotto

Isabelle had to admit, it had been nice to spar with another Shadowhunter whose moves she was not a hundred percent familiar with, this morning. Even if said Shadowhunter was a tiny one, and so she'd had to hold back pretty much all of her strength. And also had to use the wooden swords. But still. Yukon wasn't half bad – not that Isabelle had expected her to be – and it had been fun, in a different way from what she usually did in the salle.

What was less nice was when Yukon announced that breakfast made by Isabelle would not cut it, and that they'd either have to get Daddy to make it, or buy something. So in a fit of niceness, Isabelle had ordered in some super healthy breakfast from J,GoB. Hey, growing Shadowhunters needed their sugar! Or maybe they shouldn't have been left unsupervised. Either or.

So, now both girls were curled up on the couch, getting their all-important sugar fix, and talking about such important things as how much Yukon's poor dad still tried to talk to Shadowhunters about mundane things that fell to deaf ears.

And maybe there were even some pastries to share with people who happened to come by. Maybe. Lightwood girls were pretty fickle about sharing.

[ooc: Open!]

notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com

Raleigh had received a text message from his brother to turn on the goddamn TV to CNN. Which got the initial knee jerk reaction of a younger sibling to tell him not to boss him around. But he did as he was told after a few insults texted back.

And what he got was hazy helicopter footage of something huge moving in the rain, someplace tropical looking. The Philippines according to little news ticker on the bottom of the screen.

"No way."

Yes way, Raleigh. Have fun watching the second Kaiju attack of planet Earth.

[Open! Oh, the timeline of this movie...]

livebytherules.livejournal.com

Will had dreamed of his parents last night. It wasn't unusual for him to do that but this one had shaken him up a bit. The dream had started out normally, actually. It'd just been him and his parents, eating a quiet dinner while rain fell against the the window. Will recalled turning to his mother to ask her a question and seeing, to his horror, several Ride Alongs crawling across her face, distorting her from Will's sight. When he'd swung around to tell his father, it hadn't been his father but Mr. Hobbes, smiling malevolently at him.

Will had woken up and hadn't gone back to sleep. He'd gotten through his class and was grateful that he could come back and actually not do anything for while. Training was going to have to wait. He thought about attempting a nap but the visuals from the dream reared their ugly head again and he ended up settling down in the common room. He switched on the television set but couldn't find anything to his liking so he just settled on some sports recap show.

Instead, Will was going to see if he could use his Grid indoors. He'd tried before and it had worked but it was clumsy. But, he figured he could give it a go again. He closed his eyes and pulled up his enhanced sight. Immediately, he felt a little seasick but the vision eventually settled and walls started following away. Will started looking around, noticing energy signatures from people in the halls and in their rooms. He looked up and could even see where people were on the floor above.

Will kept his eyes closed and his Grid up, trying to pick out common rooms from dorm rooms from other rooms on the third floor while he was sitting on the couch on the floor below.

[Open place and post. Will's Grid can't make out people individually (aka he wouldn't be able to say 'John Smith is in the hallway above me') but he can see where energy is centered, can see through walls, and around corners etc. To squirrels, it'll just look like Will's dozing, though.]

Current Mood: discontent

not_a_moonie

Alana had woken up without her wings, leading her to panic about whether there might be some bizarre wing-stealing virus on the loose.

Then she'd gone online to research whether any such illness existed and gotten distracted reading websites about some kind of Earth demi-god called angels, who were apparently watching over her. (Huh?). She couldn' decide whether the idea was kind of sweet, or just straight-up icky.

Then she'd tried on a bunch of clothes she'd bought in Fandom but had been too lazy so far to alter wing holes into. And then she'd realized she was hungry, thought wistfully about pizza, sneezed, seen a flash of purple light, and -- whoops! She was in town. At the pizza place.

Fifteen minutes later, she was back at the dorm, with a large pepperoni pizza and absolutely no idea what was going on. But at least she had pizza. So that was nice. She turned on the big TV in the rec room and tried to lose herself in a movie about a brother and sister who were way, way, way too close.

[OOC: Open! Alana got Eleanor Lamb's teleportation.]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

The modern world continued to baffle Celia.

She had a day free from classes, and thought to spend it leisurely. She'd tied her hair back with a ribbon rather than piled it atop her head formally, she'd dressed in a simple frock sans bustle, and she had even padded down to the common room in stocking feet. For Celia, this was the equivalent of wearing one's pajamas all day.

And when she arrived, she had found herself a bowl to pour cereal into, and even turned on the television correctly. (All of which she had done magically, out of pure laziness.) But she hadn't, somehow, been prepared for one of the great staples of weekday laziness: daytime television.

Just when she thought she understood what might appear on the screen at any time -- she'd seen a program featuring the antics of four elderly women the other day that she'd greatly enjoyed, and hoped to come across again -- she was confronted with something like this.

"I cheated on my cousin with a stripper?" she read aloud, utterly confused.

She wanted to turn it off as soon as the content became clear -- and very loud and somewhat violent. But Celia found herself transfixed. She knew how to change the channels now, yes, but...how could she? She had never seen such a spectacle before.

Welcome to daytime talkshows, Celia. Will modern wonders never cease?

[open CR! link goes to the Jerry Springer website, which I probably shouldn't have visited at work. Oops.]

nottrivial

Normally Alec stuck to his own common room, but after finding a cluster of gremlins all crowded around a pair of video game controllers on the fourth floor, he had decided he didn't dare enter. He still wasn't clear on the local climate regarding killing gremlins, and in any event he wasn't about to do it in the common room when he didn't have to.

So he'd come downstairs instead.

But this common room was even weirder, because precariously balanced on the back of the couch were six mostly full glasses of different kinds of juice(?), and Alec didn't want to sit down on the couch for fear of disrupting what looked like an experiment of some kind. He sat at the table instead, feeling bored and full of questions all at once.

[[one of those 'i'm running out of paid time so i'd better make the most of it' posts. open!]]

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