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rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was still in the bad mood when he woke up on Monday but even he was getting bored of sitting around and drinking. Sure, sitting around and smoking wasn't exactly much of a difference but at least it was a change of scenery. It really pissed him off that this whole Blair thing was affecting him so much and he was spending his time on the roof thinking of ways to distract himself and forget about the whole thing.

So far the only things he had come up with was more drinking. Maybe in the city. Victrola was always distracting.

[Post is open. omg I need to be distracted myself]

Current Mood: aggravated

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

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

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

[campfires are open things!]

Current Mood: contemplative

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.

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Amber was roasting a hot dog and drinking beer. The latter she might have indulged in before the roasting began, but who cares? It was a nice night and she was going to enjoy it her way.

There was no singing going on here, just so you know.

[It's an open campfire, yep.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

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

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

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Makejoy was getting big enough that Liir was going to have to move the divider in her crate soon. For the moment, however, he was playing fetch with her on the floor of the common room, one hand absently tossing the ball to roll across the floor while he worked on a bit of writing. What he was writing was anyone's guess, but he'd certainly left a couple of toothmarks in the cap of his pen from it.

The puppy didn't particularly care; she was just happy to be out of her crate after the big mess last week. If that made her a bit more likely to go and greet new arrivals to the room, well, hopefully no one would mind.

[open like they are!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Done with classes for the day, Hannibal had wandered into the common room with the intention of bonding with the couch and television set. It seemed like a good way to start forgetting the past few days. He was just going to avoid things with dead people and...hell, he was just going to watch cartoons.

And, like a few people already, he was too caught up in those cartoons to see the little green gremlin sneaking across the back of the couch. He certainly felt the gremlin's presence when the little green bastard sunk its teeth into Hannibal's shoulder.

"Fuck ow! Goddammit!"

( And cut cuz it gets wordy! )

Current Mood: sympathetic

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

The day had flown by, and before she knew it, Hinata and Amber, who’d cut out of rehearsal early (small sacrifices), were down in the pool area and setting up the decorations for Turtle’s (hopefully) surprise birthday party. Streamers and balloons in gold, green, and purple matched the tablecloths, disposable plates and utensils. Colour co-ordination was a go.

It took them awhile to get things all set up, but eventually it was accomplished, and a sign at the door to the pool proclaimed ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TURTLE!!!’ in, of course, green and gold glitter.

[Amber totally modded with permission, up way early for SP. Annnnnd ~~please wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup! The email that sent out invitations is here.

ETA: Links to cut down on browser death: Arrive/Mingle, Swim!, Eat!, Talk to the Birthday Girl!, Presents!, and OOC]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

A hard day treasure hunting, and Angela... well, hadn't honestly come up with a whole lot of real treasure. She had Chuck's watch and a whole lot of candy she'd scavenged from various common rooms... That was really about it.

It was probably all that sugar that had her still bouncing, and she'd barely made her way through a fraction of it.

She'd moved her blanket fort from her room into the common room, and was dancing along to music all the while making use of the couches and all the cushions she could find to make it the best little blanket fort it could possibly be.

Be nice enough, and she might even share her sleepover space.

[[Open like a common room is!]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela was avoiding her own room for obvious reasons, and common rooms for similar ones. She hated feeling like she was hiding.

Town seemed like a long way to go just not to see people, so she'd taken herself up to the roof, and was now sitting out there, wearing several layers against the cold, and staring out towards the lights of the mainland. It would make good inspiration for a painting one of these days.

If she'd been the type to smoke, she would have been. But since she wasn't, she was just sitting with a mug of hot chocolate, because it was really, really freezing out here.

[[And it is open, like a roof ~~of emo~~.]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

The need to kick and punch was strong this morning, and given her skills in self-defense, Amber was attacking the punching bag with an innate sense of self-worth and justice, working up a quick sweat as she inhaled sharply and exhaled in short, quick huffs.

She was glad to be alone.

[It's a gym, so it's open.]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Tap shoes on, Amber set up her CD player and began to warm up. Her conversation with her ma was weird this morning. Amber just blurted out crap that she had no intention of saying and it was just freaking weird.

Getting out of her room worked, not to mention the work out she needed. Spent up restlessness can do that to a person so she was here in black yoga pants and a simple t-shirt, dancing acrorss the gym floor.

[The gym is open, of course.]

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

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

intraspective

There was still snow on the ground, and today there were two blondes who were up bright and early to take advantage of it right outside the dorms. It wasn’t a snow fort they were making, or snow angels, or even snowmen—

It was snowballs. Lots and lots of snowballs.

And by the time that people ought to be heading out for their first classes of the day, they were in position and ready for action. Anyone seen leaving, or coming back to the dorms were totally getting snowballs thrown at them—courtesy of Ino and Amber. Who were really, very pleased indeed, with themselves.

[Amber modded with permission! Ooooopen like crazy, and you’re totally free to have them miss hitting you with the snowballs even though they’ll try and get you with them! Mwhahaha! WHOO. ~~Wait for the weetiny~~ OCD is uuuuup!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.

[[ open, of course. God help him. ]]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Liir had agreed to wash Amber's clothes for her, or what she had left of her clothes (stupid machines), so that is what they were going to do. It was just too cute how he carried her up the stairs and into the bathroom. Amber was loathe to be put down, but she was carrying her small bag of clothes, while he carried her, so she assumed the weight could be stressing.

Laughing, he gently placed her on her feet and she was almost tempted to lock the door so she could have fun in the tub with him. But... not yet.

"So. I hope you won't mind looking at my panties," she said, lacking the modesty to not say what she was thinking.

[OOC: For Liir, who was modded with permission. But it's a bathroom, so can be open to others!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

As Liir had the day off today from just about everything, he decided to get some baking done. No brownies, of course, but a little bit of chocolate wouldn't hurt anyone (except Makejoy, who was once again being very good and staying outside of the kitchen) and he had a craving for toffee he couldn't quite explain.

Hence the browned chocolate-chip and cherry cookies that he pulled from the oven as another batch of them went in. They had a few minutes to cool, of course, but he couldn't quite resist pulling up one very carefully, blowing on it a little, and taking a bite.

...it burned, of course, but they were just right.

"Milk," he decided, "I hope we have some milk."

He also had up a little sign.

If you need your laundry done without losing any of it, do ask.

[open and ~~the dark side~~ has cookies]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck wasn't feeling particularly social but he was feeling hungry, which was why he was watching TV out in the common room today rather than his room. There was a Girls Next Door marathon on Chuck relaxed on the couch and caught up on what Kendra, Holly and Bridget were up to. He was dressed more casually than usual and that allowed him to take up as much of the couch as he possibly could. To help fix the hungriness, he even managed to make a bowl of popcorn without catching it on fire.

Ignore the other two burnt bags of popcorn in the trash. Shh.

[Chuck may not be feeling social but I am. So, open]

Current Mood: lazy

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Given how many of her conversations that afternoon had turned to food, Sookie had found herself kind of homesick in spite of herself, especially after facing the prospect of eating what she found in the common room.

So, she took it upon herself to run out and grab some fresh ingredients, and returned back to the common room to boil some rice and throw everything ~~moddable~~ that she'd bought and found that looked good into the pot to make some jambalaya.

She'd taken a little more care and put together a berry cobbler, admittedly using frozen berries. Her gran had always said it tasted the same anyway, so long as you used enough butter.

She kept the TV on while she cooked and familiarized herself with the kitchen, and tried to adjust to the technology and appliances that were ten years ahead of her time. It was fairly easy to figure out, even if some of the commercials threw her for a loop.

[open as common rooms tend to be! look, the big posts were scaring me.]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Somewhat bored with this day, Amber took her sleeping bag, a pillow, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a bag of Cheetos, up to the roof. It was a relatively pleasant day and she was going to enjoy it by making shapes of the clouds and eating junk food. The only difference between this and her room was... not much.

Whatever. She totally was going to take a nap too.

...if only she had like...something to play with. Like a sling shot. That could be fun.

[I'm bored and have no inspiration. Wah. But it's oooopen!]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Amber should have taken into consideration the amount of eggnog she drank yesterday, before agreeing to dance for Triela this morning. A hot shower helped some, and putting on her tap costume livened her spirit even more. But ugh, talk about a headache that Tylenol wasn't helping fast enough.

She arrived early enough to set up her portable cd player and then worked on stretching. Its been a while since she's tapped and she felt oddly rusty. Hopefully by the time Triela arrived, she'd have worked out all the kinks and decided the best way to do that was to go through her routine, at least once.

[Squee! I found a youtube link! I love this movie! Gym is totally open!]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

It was an hour when most sane residents of Fandom were asleep. Even the insane ones were probably sleepily tucked away somewhere.

Two of its inhabitants, however, were sneaking into the bathrooms and filling the shower-heads with glitterized tinsel. No shower went untouched, and they'd be back periodically throughout the day to add more glitter to the pipes.

It was spreading the holiday cheer. Really. Fandom-style.

[OOC: Co-conspirator modded with permissions. Establishy, but feel free to post your reactions here! If you do not wish to have a sparkly day, feel free to mod that they didn't put the shower-head back on right or something like that.

Identity of pranksters is NFB atm, but smart people can probably figure it out from last night's radio. :)]

Current Mood: mischievous

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling toooooooooo . . .

The disgustingly cheerful sound of the Carpenters echoed off the walls of the stairwell as Katchoo marched up to the roof, looking ragefully purposeful, her radio held up above her head in both hands.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with youuuuuuuuuuuu!

The door to the roof slammed open, and Katchoo stomped to the edge.

Outside the snow is falling --

And the radio went flying off the roof, thrown with enough force to smash into a hapless tree.

"I'll give you falling, you frikking piece of (*@#&$)(@#$!"

Katchoo slumped down against the ground, back against the planter full of cranky plants (she'd taken to tending the damn things since she felt a kinship with them), and lit up a cigarette.

Stupid Christmas music.

[OOC: Had to. Open if you so desire!]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

"Sometimes protecting yourself means more than just knowing how to knock out an attacker," said Hoshi. "We've already talked about having a plan in case you're attacked. But what do you do if you're in a burning building? Do you know the fastest way to get out? Do you get out, or do you go find your friends first?"

Hoshi passed out some information packets before continuing. It was worth noting that there was lots of reading material. She may have gone a little overboard. "So I've been reading stuff about how people behave during a disaster, and unfortunately, a lot of people tend to freeze up during in an emergency because that's their first instinct. Their next response to is communicate with others around them or go looking for others. There's even cases when people go back to the bar for another drink before getting out of a burning restaurant. Unfortunately, that means most people lose valuable time when they could be getting to safety. Today, we're going to share our experiences on surviving disasters and work on creating escape plans for when the unthinkable happens. Oh, and the punching bags are still set up, if any of you guys still want to work out."

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Amber didn't sleep well last night. Ugh. Turtle shouldn't have said what she did. She was wrong. WRONG! It didn't sound like that, did it? With Cal? Nooooooo! It most certainly did not. Amber was firmly believing that too.

Whatever.

God.

In the kitchen of the common room she was making blueberry pancakes and muttering under her breath. Maybe Claire didn't hear radio. If she did, maybe she just didn't care. Because there was nothing to care about. Seriously. It was only a second date anyway. Right? I mean, how serious is that?

"Screw it. I didn't do anything."

Lots of pancakes.

She needed a second date to fix stuff in her head.

"Man."

[Post is open, of course, if you like!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

There were things to think about and plans to make after some conversations last night and Hannibal felt a little cooped up and restless in his own room so he grabbed a pillow and headed down to the common room.

There wasn't any made up games tonight. Just a boy, a pillow, a movie that he wasn't really watching, a notepad of scribbled notes (that he can't believe he's actually taking) and a pizza on the floor in front of him.

He just hoped he could read his notes (silly and unnecessary as they were) since he was staining the paper with pizza from his fingers.

[Open CR is open!]

Current Mood: busy

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

After a week(end) of near-hermitness in his room, subsiding on tea, hot soup, and other such things as he could make in the confines of his room, Liir was in two very different states than he'd been in when he'd gone in:

He was well, of body if not of mind or soul, not that that was odd.

And he was thoroughly sick of his room.

The bedsheets had been stripped off and put in a pile with the laundry for him to do after classes, and the window had been opened to let in fresh light, but it hadn't been quite enough. That said, he wasn't quite sure he was exactly up for company yet, and so he left it to the whims of chance; people came up to the roof almost as often as they went to the common rooms, after all, the view was lovely, and the breeze was nice enough when one had a steaming hot cup of tea and was wrapped up tight in a thick Munchkinlanderwool cloak.

[exceedingly open]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]

Current Mood: busy

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Blair had spared nothing to make sure Eric's party was set up. And by "spared nothing" we mean "paid people to make that happen because Blair Waldorf doesn't do service work."

A temporary stage had been set up for the burlesque show. Shirtless cater waiters milled about, ready to supply guests with drinks and food. A cake had a lovely central location. Large heating lamps were placed to help ward off the chill.

Projectors had been set up to show classic films starring Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Cary Grant, and the like. They played silently so as not to drown out the music which was a mix of modern and 30s and 40s dance.

Blair was dressed up in her best Audrey Hepburn look and surveyed the results of her handiwork. It would do.

[ooc: OCD is up! Come get your party on! All are welcome!]

Current Mood: determined

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

The punching bags were back, and Hoshi was already taking a few punches at one as she waited for everyone else. "Welcome back. I hope you guys had a better weekend than I did," said Hoshi with a frown.

"The best way to stay safe is to avoid situations where you might run into trouble, like areas with poor lighting or trying to walk home after dark by yourselves. And, for goodness sake, when the island gets invaded, you're better off staying in your safe location than taking a chance on the streets," said Hoshi, making eye contact with everyone in turn.

"That said, if you do run into trouble, you should aim to disable your opponent by striking certain points on the body, which are listed on the handout that I'll pass around," she continued. "Keep in mind that this should only be for self-defense. You shouldn't go around hitting people. We don't have any dummies to practice on today, so we'll be using the punching bags instead."

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

With Liir's help, the common room was transformed into a vivid party room. Purple streamers were hung, balloons in every color were tied around, some left loose to pop or kick like some people liked to do (not her, geeze), and HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO! was everywhere.

Music was going and Amber was adding finishing touches to the gift table; little shiny curly things in purple everywhere. Hopefully Ino liked purple. While she was doing that, Liir was busy in the kitchen, getting the food in order and her mouth was watering just smelling some of what he had cooked.

Yay, party!

[Liir lovingly modded with permission and up early for timezone goodness, woot! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Ino was having a birthday party tonight and Amber was throwing it for her. Thus, she declared this by stating it in purple marker on white copy paper, and started taping up the copies on each floor. She didn't have time to make fancy posters or anything considering this was very much impromptu.

BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR INO!
TONIGHT IN THE 5TH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!
COME HAVE CAKE AND WISH HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
YAY!

[Establishy unless you want to run into her!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

It had taken Harvey a little time but after some thought, some input from others and listening to Toby's broadcast last night, he knew just what to put on his campaign posters. After making a couple for each floor he started from the first floor and worked his way up, taping them to the walls.

He was also wearing a t-shirt just in case someone wanted proof that he did indeed look good shirtless.

Somehow he didn't think this tactic would be helpful in Gotham politics.

[Feel free to find him around the dorms. We'll just assume he and Turtle keep missing each other. I have to do it today because omg it's my birthday weekend coming up.

And, yes, you can ask him to take his shirt off]

Current Mood: busy

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Especially after encountering Dor, Turtle realized that she had slacked off on this so inexcusably that part of her was feeling she should lose the election just because she had been so slow to the punch. She'd worry about finding that Toby fellow to revoke his remarks later, because, at the moment, a button proudly announcing her campaign, she went around the dorms, putting up her posters. They were clean, colorful posters, a medley of red, white, and blue, with great sparkling stars of glitter:

Vote T.R. Wexler
for Junior Representative
A vote Wexler is a vote for experience and determination.
The T.R. doesn't stand for 'tenacious' and 'revolutionary,' but they may as well!
Please take a pamphlet for more information about the Wexler for Representative campaign

There was an arrow on the posters pointing down to a small little paper basket built into each one, and each basket contained brochures listing all of Turtle's credentials and experience, among patriotic pictures of eagles and some gremlins to represent her love for the school. It also discussed some of her platforms, like funding for clubs, better cafeteria food (always an important one), and more events to create a deeper connection between the student and the townie populations. There was also a coupon on the back for 50% off any purchase at Turtle & Canary, some buttons for the taking, and some lollipops.

With each poster she put up, she drew in a breath and looked them over, with a faint smile of satisfaction for her work, faint under the heaviness of doubt and worry. She smoothed out the poster, made sure the basket would stay under the weight of the goodies inside of it, and told herself that she just had to keep positive and do her best, and everything would be fine.

She hoped.

[[ absolutely open! ]]

[[ETA: The posters now, thanks to Dor, will vocally encourage people to vote for Turtle when they pass by =D ]]

Current Mood: determined

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Early morning found Amber in the kitchen of the common room making breakfast. Waking up totally starved will do that to a person. Also will a craving for french toast, and so far she had filled a better portion of a large platter just in case anyone went sniffing down the hallway. There was bacon and sausage as well, and she was working on scrambled eggs.

Too skinny. Hah!

The yellow sponge guy was on the tv 'cause Amber was a little dorky like that and watched cartoons when she felt like it.

[Yah, you betcha it's open.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

His weekend, Cal decided, was just going to be full of new sorts of things, and he decided to stop being lazy in his room and go down to the common room to be lazy there. The common room had the added benefit of television, and he realized that he really hadn't bothered watching much modern TV.

...After a little while of flipping through the channels (after another while of trying to figure out the remote), Cal understood why he hadn't bothered. It was a weekend of new things, but he decided that watching TV wasn't one of them, and he soon turned it off, leaving for his room and coming back with a book and his script for the play to just do some good old reading.

[[ open as common rooms are! ]]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

The fact that he was in the kitchen probably surprised no one, but what he was doing probably looked a little funny. The candy thermometer, the multiple pots, all the cleaning...

Summer ice was not an easy thing to make. He still had a few faint lines on his arms from when he'd first tried to make it after Sarima's sisters had been taken.

That said, the scent of rosewater and lemon and sugar was high on the air and everything was going smoothly. He already had his first batch on the counter, the second in the fridge and the last he was just finishing up.

[open as they are!]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

So Amber was feeling a little lonely. This meant that instead of sticking to her room, she took herself up to the roof to gaze out and about and just think. About stuff. There was so much on her mind she could hardly focus on one thing in particular, but whatever. Due justice was given each thought no matter how little or big.

She dug out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and held them in her hand, thinking about lighting one. Really, it was such a bad habit and one she really didn't want to start. There was such a thing as an occassional smoker. Right?

[The roof is public, so the post is open, yep!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was getting real tired of this whole cabin thing and was counting down the days until they moved back to the dorms. He wasn't the outdoorsy type but even sitting out here with the dirt and the bugs and the nature was better than sitting in that cabin with all those people in close quarters.

He was sitting on a blanket-covered log, roasting marshmallows in one hand and catching up on Gossip Girl with his phone in the other.

[I have my internet back early. You will now entertain me]

Current Mood: bored

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

"This is gettin' ridiculous," she stated, her Minnesota drawl thick. "I'm tired of you bein' a hyena and I'm tired of you rollin' around in the dirt despite the stupid fog. You're havin' a bath whether you like it or not," she declared with a finger point at Cal.

He growled but Amber knew he didn't mean it. He's growled at her a lot. Fickled hyenas were just a pain and why couldn't he be himself again already?

"Look. The tub is ready and it's warm and everythin'. You just have to help me get you in there. You kinda got a fat ass, Cal," she teased although seriously, he was rather heavy.

"Come on..." she said and tried to lift him up over the side. "Come..." grunt grunt "...on!"

But Cal totally didn't think he needed a bath so paws to the edge of the tub, he held strong. "COME ON!" she yelled, giving one last shove that threw them both over the rim into the tub, Amber head first. "Aaaaaaaaa!" she screamed and sputtered and spit out water when she came up.

Cal was standing leg deep, staring at her.

Amber screamed again in pure frustration.

[Establishy mainly but you can wonder what the hell if you're passing by.]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

"...and here we are! Ta-da!" Amber exclaimed, arms extended. "The pool, Hannibal, in all it's non-YMCA glory."

Amber had indeed, stopped by his room to see if he was ready to head to the basement, and to see if he had still actually wanted to go. It was a yes on both accounts and she couldn't have been more pleased.

Shrugging off her bag, slipping off her flip-flops, she grinned over at him. "Last one in is a rotten egg." And she ran the few feet towards the pool, diving in.

[Amber's here for Hannibal, who was modded with permission, but the pool is totally open, yo!]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

If Cal knew she was smoking he'd probably kick her ass. Which made her snort because that thought was entirely too amusing. Most likely he'd just give her a look and a shrug of his shoulders. But it's not like she was really huffing and puffing on a cigarette. They were cheap and to be honest with herself, they kind of sucked. How did people smoke and actually enjoy it? Uhg. But whatever, she was doing it anyway.

She was also thinking about that story, and more importantly that girl. The one with the freckles. All day long Amber had tried putting herself in her shoes, but with the advantage of knowing that someone was so infatuated with her. No.. it went beyond infatuation she thought.

The ashes on the end of her smoke was long and with a careless flick of her wrist, she knocked them off.

Amber wanted to be Antigone.

[The roof, it is open.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Of the many reasons why it was a bad thing Liir woke up as a human this morning, the fact that he was naked three floors up from his room and all of his clothing was one of the big ones. The fact that he was no longer a cat was also rather disappointing, but it wasn't what had him running at top speed down the stairs clutching a random towel from Ino's room around his waist.

[open, though he's going to keep running! ^_^]

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