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Alec was used to this, and more than that, he couldn't actually say that being turned into a girl for a couple of days struck him as all that important. It didn't change his plans for the day. It didn't even change what he wore, even though he had an outfit left over from last year that he could have worn if he wanted to. He didn't, though; in a way, he was lucky that his sister's figure didn't really necessitate extra... garments that he didn't want to bother with.

And that was officially a thought that Alec never wanted to have again.

So somewhere around the time that the sun came up, Alec just went downstairs and went right to work whaling on the training dummies, and there he stayed for quite a while. Same as always.

[[SP warning!]]

nottrivial

Slashing the training dummies to ribbons could start to feel a little repetitive at times, sure, but that didn't stop Alec from spending at least an hour at it every day. Even as stuffing started to emerge from the many wounds Alec was inflicting on his targets, he kept at it, cutting and slicing away until well past the point when a normal human's arms would have gotten tired.

Even preoccupied, Alec was always very attentive to outside stimuli, which was why his head snapped up and he dropped his sword into a nonthreatening position when he heard a strange voice.

"...can we fight it by remembering?"

The voice was too clear and loud to have come from outside, but there was nobody in the doorway, or anywhere else in the salle.

"Hello?" Alec said uncertainly as he looked at his Sensor. But it didn't detect anything.

[[open!]]

jaegerborn.livejournal.com

You got used to certain things, in Jaeger Academy. Like getting up at five sharp and spending the next fourteen hours in the Kwoon, working your arse off. Chuck didn't have any instructors now, or any fellow students to practice against-- didn't matter. He'd been slacking for over a week now, waiting for this new school, and it was time to pick things back up again.

Even if he was nursing a minor hangover. In fact, the hangover helped pick up the right level of aggression - that level that he was unleashing on one of the poor practice dummies right now. Going through the forms, hitting at least half of the major ones. Keep going. Keep working at it.

When he got back to the Academy in summer, he had to be in the same shape as everyone else. It didn't matter he'd be forced to stick to a crazy island boarding school, or that his father seemed to have lost his goddamned mind-- he was gonna keep working for it.

Max sat in the corner of the room, his leash tied to one of the benches. Training or not, there was no way Chuck was letting the pup out of his sight.

[[ open! ]]

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!]]

flickofthewrist

There'd been a new file on Flick's computer when he'd woken up that morning. It hadn't taken a genius to figure out who sent it, not with file name like when you're ready. Mandel was apparently sending him gifts these days. Flick's cursor had hovered over the file for a few moments before he'd turned his computer off. He knew what was in that file: information. Information on his father and possibly the proof that he needed to implicate his old man in Jude's murder. But, Flick wasn't going to take that route, not yet. No, he'd use that information later. After he burned Mandel Academy to the ground, after he took Mandel himself. After. Sure, in the interim, he'd have to worry about his DNA turning him into a murderous predator but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

His leg was a little stiff this morning so he was taking it easy in the common room. He had a soft spot for the couches, what could he say? The stiffness in his leg meant he'd ordered lunch and had it brought to him. Nothing fancy, just a pizza with everything on it, but he hadn't had to walk into town and it was cheap. He still had plenty of money from selling a bunch of crap last week.

Of course, his luck had to run out eventually. As soon as he turned on the television, an animated Christmas movie assaulted him. That's right, the holidays were coming, weren't they? Great. That was fantastic.

He changed the channel. More Christmas movies. Another channel switch, another Christmas movie.

So, apparently the television hated him. Fine. He'd just hate watch the animated Christmas movie and curse the world when Jingle Bells ended up stuck in his head.

[Open place. Canonical parts lifted from How to Lead a Life of Crime. Christmas is coming.]

Current Mood: melancholy

flickofthewrist

Haunting the gym seemed to have become a thing for Flick lately. He didn't consider that a bad thing because it meant he got exercise and got to spend some time beating the hell out of a heavy bag, which was always good for working out excess energy and any anger that he might be carrying around.

When he'd started coming down here, he'd gone with gloves to protect his hands but he'd stopped using those since it didn't feel right. He couldn't feel the vibrations of each blow shooting up his arm and settling in his shoulders and he couldn't feel the pleasurable pain that bloomed in each hand after he'd been going for awhile.

Flick was focused on the bag today, hitting it with blow after blow without any sort of pause or hesitation. The more he swung, the more he wished he would've done this to Gwendolyn or, better yet, Mandel. He was almost wishing he'd left with Gwendolyn on Sunday so he could go back home, face the other man and end the whole thing with his bare hands.

And that thought was kind of scary in a way. Flick figured if he did do that, he'd be fulfilling Mandel's prophecy and yet...he still wanted to do it.

[Open gym. Talk to Flick/use for your own gym-ly needs.]

Current Mood: productive

nottrivial

It was a mark of Alec's truly impressive disinterest in Fandom goings-on that he'd managed to miss the arrival of the new students without even knowing the picnic had come and gone. He had spent his break week preoccupied with what he considered more important things. Training, mostly. There had been a couple trips to the mainland for patrolling and the like, but for the most part he'd been at the gym and the range.

And the start of the new term of classes did nothing to interfere with that routine, because here Alec was again, halfway through a quiver of arrows that certainly wasn't his first of the day, face glistening with sweat as he fired off one after another. Arrow after arrow pierced the target, forming a tight, compact cluster around the bullseye.

You might even say Alec was working through something.

[[open!]]

whenshewasnice

Natalie was pacing around the firepit outside her bouncy castle. In a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock. This had not even remotely been her plan for the afternoon. But plans changed, especially when Fandom got involved.

Like she'd intended to, Natalie had brought her stuff over to the campsite early. Then she'd gone back to the dorms and gotten Mr. Moxy, and brought him with her into town. The plan had been to let him roam around the Boards for awhile, while she met up with Jim there to fulfill her promise of a private piano concert of a sort. But of course, they'd gotten there early, before Jim. And of course, Mox had chased out a gremlin from somewhere behind a curtain, and before she'd known it, it had stuck its venomy teeth right into her calf.

So long story short, now she thought her name was Myrtle, and she was pacing around the firepit outside the bouncy castle, in a slightly ill-fitting 1920s style frock which she'd grabbed from the costume racks at the Boards before coming here (and a flapper-ish headband, and some nice red lipstick), and was wringing her hands because she'd promised her boss, Mr. Moxy of Moxy Pictures (... who was still roaming the Boards, whoops), that she would acquire the refreshments for tonight's party in honor of Mr. Fairbanks, and she was waiting for her supplier to show up.

"Come on, Jack."

[ooc: Open! And up early for timezones and stuff. Nat now thinks she's more or less Myrtle, a Prohibition era Hollywood secretary from the short film Bitter Orange. Starring her PB opposite Alec's 20-year reunion PB. So we had to do something with that. Also, the Boards and Jim both modded with kind permission.]

nottrivial

Alec wasn't really a huge common room person, but... well. There was a documentary about werewolves on. And as it turned out, Alec didn't really have it in him to get up and walk away when he saw wrong information being distributed. On the contrary, he felt it was his personal duty to sit there with his sandwich lying forgotten on his plate as he stared at the TV and pronounced, "Wrong. Wrong. That's wrong."

It was, in case you did not know, wrong.

So it looked like Alec was going to be too stubborn to get off the couch tonight. Because wrong.

nottrivial

Alec knew what he had been expecting when he arrived at the dorm pool late this afternoon: a pool. With chairs. Maybe a towel rack. Probably without any other students swimming. But all in all, a normal pool environment.

He hadn't been expecting to find all of the above, plus a scruffy, friendly-looking golden retriever puppy happily treading water in the shallow end.

The puppy didn't look hungry or scared about being in the water -- it seemed quite content to be where it was. True, the lack of anyone around who might own the puppy was disconcerting, but some uncertain inspection revealed to Alec that the dog didn't have a collar at all. Just a whole pool to itself, apparently.

It seemed happy to share the pool with Alec, if its happy panting was any indication. But there seemed to be an unspoken agreement about which side was Alec's and which side belonged to the puppy, and Alec was happy to comply with the rule.

He dove into the water and started doing his laps, glad that he and the dog were on the same page.

[[open! this is my apology for being depressing on Twitter today.]]

whenshewasnice

There could've maybe been reason to freak out when you woke up in a strange room with no recollection of how you'd gotten there. But Helen was honestly just glad to be magically away from her freak show clusterfuck of a family. Even if it meant having to feed a strange cat who was very insistent that she pay attention to him.

And having done that, she'd set out to explore. Which had quite naturally led to stealing some fruit from the common room kitchen, before spotting the art supplies. And that, in turn, led just as naturally to spreading a bunch of the stuff on one of the tables and getting started on a collage with defaced Cosmo clippings and an ironic use of glitter, while snacking on fruit.

Now she was in her element.

[ooc: Open! Nat is now troll-haired Helen from Rampart.]

nottrivial

Alec was still having a hard time dealing with everything that had happened over the last few weeks -- not so much the dungeon and the baggage and the trauma (though he could have lived without the trip to the memory room), but the children visiting and the whole... Sparkle-vampirism issue. The end result was that he was feeling a little lost, not overly talkative, and rather firm about getting in some training time.

Archery was all well and good when he didn't feel the need to blow off as much steam as physically possible, but right now he was in a seraph blade kind of mood and the dummies in here were just going to have to deal with that. They were also going to have to deal with him being a little loud as far as grunts and standard fighting noises went, but as they were dummies, they probably didn't mind that as much.

[[open salle!]]

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

Kate had not gone to Prom last night because...it just wasn't going to happen. Especially with whatever the other weird stuff was that had been going on all week.

Today, however, she was back on the range and getting frustrated with a move that she still hadn't mastered. It shouldn't be that hard to shoot six arrows while spinning a full 360 degrees, but those last two arrows never ended properly. Sometimes the last even missed the target entirely, and that was just not okay. This was possible. She'd seen Hawkeye do it so clearly it was possible. It just didn't seem to be possible for Kate quite yet.

Today, however, today might just be the day if she could figure out what was throwing her off at the end.

[OOC: Open post, for one fairly obvious guest in particular]

nottrivial

Alec was having a very weird week. but there were still prom tickets to sell. With his chin propped up on his hands, he sat at the table in the lobby and did his StuCo-ly duty, while also wondering whether it would be weird to go visit Sparkle later just to make out with him.

Probably. Maybe he'd just go for a run around the island or something instead.

Anyway, PROM TICKET SALES were going on all day, as was voting for the prom court, so get 'em while they were hot.

...Which was probably going to be all day. Sex pollen.

myownface

It wasn't a bad day. Not really. The weather didn't completely suck, Sparkle didn't have work or classes or anything. Hell, his detention for camel-stealing wasn't even until the end of the week. Nope, it wasn't a bad day at all, really.

It it was still a Wednesday. One of those 'halfway over' Wednesdays that had Sparkle making faces at the prospect of slogging through the rest of the week. And, to top all of that off, he was bored. Nightfall wasn't even for a few hours yet, so he couldn't amuse himself by running around the island, trying to break into places he wasn't supposed to be.

If he was going to pass all of that time between then and now just sitting around, he was going to take advantage of the above-freezing weather in order to sit up on the roof and have a smoke, then. Because why spend a boring Wednesday afternoon doing something productive? Hah.

[Open roof is open and I'm around! I'M TAKING A DAY OFF DAMMIT.]

nottrivial

Alec had four yellow roses and a pink carnation as he sat in the lobby today to sell tickets for the dance, and he was pretty happy about it. Also, he had a date tomorrow. That was pretty nice as well.

Today just kind of rocked. Come get your dance tickets from the weirdly upbeat Shadowhunter in the lobby, guys. That's what he was here for.

nottrivial

Alec had completely missed New Year's Eve, having been preoccupied enough with a his training regimen and a book he'd been reading over the last few days to have lost track of time entirely. So he was a bit puzzled when he padded into the common room for breakfast this morning and found a few champagne glasses and festive glasses and hats that the island seemed to have helpfully supplied just sitting around on the tables and couches.

Not puzzled or interested enough to really care, though. He poured himself some cereal, settled on a couch, and despite being certain he wouldn't find anything he liked, flicked on the television. The only channel it seemed willing to play was in the middle of some talk show about reality TV stars' lives.

Yep, he was correct. Nothing on TV he liked at all.

nottrivial

Alec wasn't thrilled that he appeared to be running in slow motion this weekend. Since he didn't listen to radio as a rule, and especially not on the day of the week that it made the least sense (i.e., today), he wasn't sure what was going on, except that if the loud noises from other rooms was anything to go by, he didn't seem to be the only person afflicted.

Whatever that meant.

So he and his slowness and his newfound math skills made their way to the common room, where he settled disgruntledly on the couch and turned on the TV to the first channel that came up.

Which, it turned out, was a game show on which the contestants stood in a circle, were quizzed on trivia, and got dropped through a hole in the floor whenever they got something wrong. Alec didn't understand the point of the show at all, but he was having a weirdly easy time answering all the questions, and found himself rattling the answers off aloud right before the people on the show got them wrong.

"Three hundred twenty-four and two-ninths," he recited, just as the person on the screen complained, "What is wrong with you?" to the woman asking the questions and shrieked as she was dropped through the floor.

Bizarre.

nottrivial

Okay. Alec knew he'd been moving a little slowly yesterday what with the lack of caffeine and all, but somehow he hadn't expected it to last until today.

He'd been training for years, and he knew exactly how long his workout routine was supposed to take. The patterns he ran through with seraph blades were supposed to be quick, expedited by Shadowhunter speed and grace. Today he was just kind of... slow.

Actually, no, he wasn't kind of slow. Today Alec knew just how slow he was, proportionately speaking. Since normally his workout took two hours, and today he was only one-fifth done with his routine at forty minutes, he knew as soon as he glanced at his watch that he was going about two-thirds slower today and, barring variations in his slowed-down speed for the different parts of his routine, should finish around noon instead of the usual ten-thirty.

That was not something he was normally able to figure out.

He hurled a glittering seraph blade at a target, wincing as he discovered his aim was off too. Wonderful.

[[so, so open]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

So, Homecoming had been nice. Know what hadn't been nice? Your girlfriend suddenly being a five year old. That was not nice at all.

Though, at least Tony was old enough to know that cooties were not in fact a real thing. And wasn't calling Rhodey to giggle over the phone at him.

But he was in the common room making coffee. And frozen waffles for any kids who wandered in there. He wasn't much of a cook, so this was the best people could hope for, okay? It was this or ordering pizza and letting people go to town for breakfast.

Though that was sounding like a better and better idea now...

[Open, of course!]

nottrivial

Alec was counting himself lucky that unlike other people, he wasn't actually dreading the arrival of his family member tomorrow. He missed his sister and it was going to be nice to see her, even if it was just for a weekend. He was... less sure about how Izzy was going to react to certain people on the island, like a certain person whose name rhymed with 'cattily,' but whether that wound up being a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

For right now, he was taking a few hours to appreciate the quiet before all the guests showed up tomorrow, because he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to do much sitting-on-the-roof-doing-nothing once Isabelle was here and inevitably wanted tours. (He might have been exaggerating her interest in the workings of the island there. In fact, he probably was.) In the meantime, there was an Alec, a rooftop, and a weird coffee drink that tasted like pumpkin and was actually kind of amazing. Nothing too strange going on up here.

Okay, that was kind of weird. But anyway.

[[open roof!]]

lockestheway

Okay, so Peter's plan to get some bodyguards had been waylaid by the enormous volume of work that had come crashing down on him the past few weeks. What little free time he'd had he hadn't exactly wanted to spend going around politicking with the student base, but now that he finally did have a day with only minimal work to do, well...

He'd gone out into town and bought two bags full of pastries from JGoB's, and brought them back up into the common room. Now there they were, spread out across the coffee table, Peter lounging ever-casually on the couch.

If that didn't bring in some potential bodyguard candidates, he didn't know what would.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

Monday morning, and he didn't have a damn thing to do - it was days like this Atton was actually glad he'd signed on to be a student over anything else. Nothing he had to do, no place he had to be, and a common room stocked full of food: that was the right way to do it.

He crashed out on the couch and groped around for the remote. He was starting to develop some real affection for Earth television, terrible as it was; he was going to enjoy himself zapping from one channel to the next and--

Wait, that was a card game.

He jumped back a channel. Yep. That was definitely... "Interdimensional Poker Stars?" Atton muttered, squinting. "...What is that?" Furry thing. Looked vaguely familiar.

He shrugged and settled back. Interdimensional poker tournament full of bizarre creatures from other universes? Sure. Bring it on.

[[ open! ]]

nottrivial

Alec had a cat.

She was grey and tiny -- much, much less fat than Church, his cat from home -- and had claimed for herself a spot in his lap. She also seemed oddly fascinated by his tea, occasionally swiping her paw into his mug in fascination. There wasn't a whole lot Alec could do to stop her, either; he tried moving his mug to the table beside him, and then to the back of the couch, but she only tried climbing after it, and Alec thought he should probably avoid letting her do that.

Which was why he had no choice but to leave her alone on the couch for just a moment as he got up bring the teapot from the stove over to the table for a refill. When he came back, though, he found that in his absence, the kitten hadn't been playing with the mug, but had instead managed to open the six or seven other Pokéballs that had been scattered around the couch.

Alec blinked. "I guess I asked for that."

And so he sat down on the couch, surrounded by kittens that immediately scrambled to snuggle him.

It was probably a pretty weird sight.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

...so Cade had to use the karking bra that Karla had included in his welcome basket.

Ask him--her?--how thrilled he was about that right now.

SO THRILLED.

He was also very thrilled that someone seemed to have eaten his common room out of Cocoa Puffs, which was why he was currently curled up in a sulky ball on the sofa looking for something to watch on television.

[OOC: So open!]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

solarhippie

Fall was coming, Karolina could feel it. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, the whole idea of fall on the east coast, though she supposed she was going to take it as it came. No use fighting the seasons.

Still, she'd taken her glorious breakfast of a Pop-Tart up on the roof this morning, sitting on the ledge and looking out over the town. The day was mostly cloudy, but even with just a little sun coming through every once in a while, she was happy enough. Recharging.

And after hesitating and fidgeting a while, she even took off her bracelet. There was no one else on the roof. She could let her true colors show – if that's what they were, the shimmery yellow and pink and blue. She wasn't sure yet.

But it did still feel nice to be out in the open air.

[ooc: Open, omg!]

nottrivial

Well. Two months here and Alec had officially decided: mundie TV programs were alarming.

If it wasn't the reality show with the orange people, it was reruns of the teenybopper program about the girl with the double life, and if it wasn't that, it was Adolescent Mummy, which was... just wrong. Just so many levels of wrong.

Reruns of that were on right now, and Alec sighed and ate his Thai food, counting down the hours until he could go back into the salle and have it be reasonably acceptable again without having creepily spent the entire day there.

It would be at least another two. Three, maybe. Sigh.

nottrivial

Training early in the mornings wasn't new to Alec, especially now that he was used to the salle and starting to appreciate the relatively simplistic layout of it -- especially its lack of the Institute's high support beams for practicing balancing and flips, which had only ever made him fret about someone's safety cord snapping in the middle of training. He wasn't really much for those acrobatics anyway.

Since his bow had gotten a lot of use lately, today he was changing it up and practicing with seraph blades. He had three on him, each one dull and inert in his left hand as he assumed a fighting stance across from a target, steadying himself. Then he took one in his right hand, gave its name -- "Camael--" and as the blade extended and flames sprung up around it, making it glow, he hurled it at the target, where it landed cleanly in the right shoulder.

Not bad. He'd been aiming for the neck, though.

Time to try again.

[[open like a salle on a boring sunday!]]

nottrivial

Well, there was some kind of issue going on with sharks outside, which wasn't surprising given that similar things had happened every day this week. Today they were walking on two legs, though, and Alec had his bow on him in case he should come across one, but for now he was just going to stick to the roof and try not to blow what was probably a temporary burst of Fandom strangeness out of proportion.

Which still felt weird as a rationalization point, because, well, it hadn't been that long ago since a temporary burst of Fandom strangeness had gotten him shot and beaten up and more than a little bit heartbroken all in the span of a few days. But there it was.

So: roof. He had an apple to eat and his bow strapped to his back, and he was going to try not to get too homesick looking around at the island from way up here and not seeing tall buildings everywhere.

That was the plan, anyway.

[[open!]]

liarallmyown.livejournal.com

Jace didn't tend to spend too much time in common rooms. He wasn't the most sociable person in the first place and he didn't quite understand the fascination with television. But on occasion there were times where he was bored enough to put up with both for the sake of entertainment. Today would be one of those days. Which would explain why he was hanging around the common room on his floor.

He didn't know whose leftover Chinese it was in the fridge but it was his now and if someone wanted to watch something that wasn't sports coverage well...too bad.

[Post is open, yep]

fewer_explosions

Liara was not a terribly big fan of crowded, open spaces, but it was a lovely day out, and the dorm lawn saw a lot of traffic but not a great deal of humans hanging around for any significant amount of time.

She had finally gotten around to trading in some of her credits for local human money (though she had no idea how the bank had found any kind of exchange rate worth mentioning) which she had used to purchase some clothes - she couldn't go around wearing the same clothes all the time. It simply wasn't practical.

Not to say that human fashion seemed entirely practical, but she quite liked the dress, even if it came up far shorter than she was used to. She tugged on the skirt periodically as she sat on a chair on the deck, a book on human archaeology in her lap.

[[ open! ]]

nottrivial

Alec had more Chinese food than any human really needed and the TV was stuck.

The TV was stuck on a show that seemed to be mainly about teenagers who lived in a house together and did stupid things, to be specific. They didn't seem to like each other, and the ones that did like each other had very odd ways of showing it; none of them seemed to have jobs or any obligations outside of going to the beach, drinking, and fighting with each other; and the camera regularly zoomed in the face of one of the girls, whose face was a color not typically found in nature and certainly not found on the average person's skin.

Alec... didn't understand it at all. Not the show itself, not the appeal of the show, none of it. But the TV refused to turn off, so he stared blankly at the screen as he ate his Chinese food, missing aaaall the jokes and becoming increasingly annoyed with the characters. As you do.

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