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pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia had thought to simply sit on one of the sofas and read the book she'd gotten from the library. That sounded like a wonderful way to spend her first Friday evening here -- utterly relaxing.

That was until she sat down on upon one of the small black rectangles that seemed to control the television (she'd pieced together what it was and what it did from walking through common rooms the past week). The thing came to life with a blare of static and noise, and Celia watched as a thin man examined garments before what appeared to be a ragtag group of clowns.

"This concerns me," he informed one of them. And that was how Celia discovered Project Runway.

Before she knew it, she had been sitting in the common room for a solid quarter-hour, staring at the television. It wasn't until she began being inexplicably bombarded by ads that she realized she had been so mesmerized, despite the total lack of an actual story.

Television was amazing.

[open open open YES YAY IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY!

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

When Jessica walked into the common room and took a seat on the couch, she fully expected to turn the TV on and relax for one of the last weeknights before classes stated again. What she didn't expect was for a gremlin to burst into the room, doing something that could almost be called 'singing.' By the time Jessica deciphered the song as 'Pour Some Sugar on Me,' a second gremlin came into the room wearing what seemed to be a tiny slutty sailor costume. Then the costume started coming off piece by piece, in rhythm with the music.

"Ohmygodgremlinstripperno," Jessica said, diving over the couch and running to the kitchen to see if she could find anything to blind herself with before the gremlin got to its pants. Unable to find any dangerous chemicals or spoons quickly, she decided to go about this a different way. She found some paper plates and started hurling them like frisbees at the gremlins, hoping to scare them off or distract them from the exotic dancing. She was fine with either one.

[OOC: I'm bored, so I post. Open! I'm going to blame

hoorayimrich for managing to inspire this somehow, but if I'm honest, she had no clue where I'd take this.]

godofxbox

"Left! Go left! Now right! Shoot! SHOOT NOW!"

"I AM!"

Who would have thought a lioness could be such a backseat Xbox driver? But it turned out that this one, who insisted her name was Penthesilea, totally was.

"You know, if you had thumbs," Alex told her, "you could just do this yourself instead of--" he paused to take out the enemy "--telling me what to do."

"Don't remind me," Penthesilea said. Then she perked up. "Over there! Left! Shoot him!"

...yeah. The common room has sugary cereal, video games, and a bossy and excitable lioness, for those interested in any of those things.

((Open common room is open!))

godofxbox

Alex was not, by nature, an emo kid, but sometimes he got a little...Phobos-y. When that happened he had two options. One, kill things on Xbox until he felt better, was kind of out because of all the strange kids running around the dorms.

So he was up on the roof. Brooding. As one does.

He had the vague sense that his mood was because of something that was about to happen, but sometimes his precognition wasn't helpfully specific. It was annoying.

((For the worst thing that's ever happened to Alex, but open like a roof!))

godofxbox

Alex had all this excess energy lately ~~and was having to wash his sheets every day~~, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment.

Considering his godly level of endurance, and that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, he might be a while before he worked off his frustrations ~~not dirty~~.

((Expecting one, but open salle is open!))

abitlowkey

It seemed that being a model that one time wasn't what made Loki not have any eyebrows. It was simply being in a female form. One that, no matter how many spells he tried, was not changing back to how he should be.

Not that it would stop him from trying. So, with a pile of books, he went to the roof to continue in the open air.

Or to make high pitched noises of frustration. But those weren't that far off from how he normally sounded. So...

[[Open like a roof]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

There was a fruitcake in Wesley's room.

He'd never thought Alex the sort to keep uncovered fruitcakes around, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't touch it and simply moved to the common room with something to read. Just as he sat down and opened his book, he happened to spot, out of the corner of his eye, another fruitcake. Just sitting there. Right next to him.

That was worrisome.

Abandoning the couch for a moment, Wesley moved the cake over to the counter and covered it with plastic wrap, so that anyone who wanted it could feel free to help themselves.

When he sat back down? There it was again.

Oh, blast.

[[Open like a common room, yep!]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

As far as Luke knew he had nobody visiting him this weekend but that didn't mean it was going to be entirely peaceful. Knowing Grover was showing up and might possibly be mad at him meant that Luke might be spending the weekend in his room. Deciding to take advantage of the few guest-free hours he had left, Luke decided to hang out in the common room to see if anything interesting was going on.

So far "interesting" was having Sports Center on and him trying to experiment putting chocolate syrup on a bowl of Reese's Puffs to see if that tasted any good.

[The CR is open, of course, and yes that cereal/syrup combination is good]

godofxbox

Alex had spent the weekend, for no discernible reason, locked in a golden cage in one of the island's caves. Mostly he'd waxed poetic about why someone would do this to him, but by the end of Sunday he'd been getting pretty hungry and thirsty. Luckily, he'd woken up on Monday with both the golden cage and the desire to wax poetic gone. After a quick ~~handwavey~~ stop to buy every kind of Pop-Tart Turtle & Canary sold, he'd found his happy place, parked in front of the TV shooting fake people and generally owning at Call of Duty.

((Open common room is open! Alex has a lot of Pop-Tarts and is aware he bought more than he can eat, so he's willing to share! He is also more than willing to beat you down at Call of Duty.))

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

It seemed that today was an odd day for the bathrooms in the dorms. Not that Tony knew that, of course. What he knew was that there was a random sheet of butcher paper on the wall next to the sinks.

It was hard to miss, really.

And it was tempting to draw on. So, so tempting. No one would care if he doodled a little something on it, right?

[[Like the girls could be the only ones... OPEN FOR DEFACING!]]

longislandiceme

Right, so. Bobby was clearly making up for lost campfire time by following Alex's example from the other day and dragging just about every sort of camping-related food out to the campfire. He may be somewhat hopeless in the kitchen (well, even that wasn't entirely true- he could make a passable cupcake so long as no fish or other disgusting ingredients snuck in) but he could roast a mean marshmallow, damnit.

[ooc: OPEN LIKE A CAMPFIRE.]

godofxbox

Now that Alex was back to being a real ~~boy~~ god, he wanted to resume the interrupted process of getting to know his fellow campers. And he'd never really done the sitting around a campfire singing songs or whatever thing before. Yes, he'd cooked things over a fire before, but that had been, like, antelope while he and his dad had been in Africa. So, once he'd recovered his stuff from the dorms, he'd tromped into town and bought an assortment of things that went on sticks and got thrust over a campfire (enough to share around, of course), and was currently attempting to fashion some sort of method to cook a Pop-Tart over the fire.

If that failed, he could always make an entire meal out of S'Mores. Maybe he'd eat a hot dog, too, then he'd have all the major campfire food groups, right?

((Open campfire is so very open!))

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Percy had been the salle. He'd come down maybe once or twice during the break weeks but other than that, he'd taken those weeks to just relax and enjoy not having any responsibilities. Now, with classes back in session, he'd forced himself to get back into the habit of training. He really didn't need Luke poking at his stomach and telling him he was getting soft. That'd just result in Luke's unfortunate death via drowning.

So, he was working himself up to a sweat today. The poor practice dummy was the unfortunate victim and Percy felt about as good as ever with Riptide in his hands. In his mind, he let his thoughts wander. He saw the labyrinth and Luke's ship. He saw Pan dying and Grover's grief. He remembered Bianca sacrificing herself and the anger Nico directed at him after that. He could see Annabeth and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sniping at each other and he could remember the utter devastation when his mother had been snatched by Hades. It seemed like so long ago but it wasn't.

And Percy knew it wasn't over. He drove the sword viciously into the dummy and left it there with only the hilt exposed. He wiped his brow and stretched tense muscles. Well. He'd be feeling this tomorrow.

[Open salle, open post]

Current Mood: frustrated

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So yesterday had been- well, weird didn't even cover it. And today? He'd managed to find the laundry room, at least, and lucky for him they didn't need quarters or whatever to operate, so now at least what little he owned was clean. There'd also been a real honest-to-god shower to be had, and so so far Toby was counting today as a win.

There was still a part of him quietly freaking out about the weird stuff everyone had told him about yesterday, but for now? Toby was content to eat some leftover pizza he'd snagged from the picnic and channel-surf.

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