fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with anakin solo

3girls-1core.livejournal.com

It was their sixteenth birthday today. Sholeh hadn't told anyone because she couldn't think of a way to do so without it coming across as self-aggrandizing. What was one supposed to do? Just walk up to random people and announce that it was your birthday? Wasn't that a little...rude?

It had been her plan to spend the rest of the day curled up with a new book she'd gotten as a birthday gift for herself, but Zhahar had pointed out that it was their birthday, too, and surely her sisters deserved a little something for willingly remaining in the background for weeks at a time. Which was how Sholeh had ended up in the common room, making cream cheese caramel brownies. Unsure of the recipe, even with Zhahar whispering directions in her ear, Sholeh had decided to make multiple batches just to make sure she ended up with enough to share with her sisters.

The only problem with making a lot in preparation of failure? When you actually succeeded, you ended up with more than you bargained for. A lot more. Sholeh was pretty sure they couldn't eat all of the brownies she'd made even divided among the three of them.

Well, maybe...

Okay, yeah probably not.

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had woken today to discover that, tragically, she did not still taste of oranges. She did move past this -- she'd kind of hoped it was a permanent change because hi, oranges tasted nice and Olive occasionally had a slightly dirty mind -- and had gone to class and everything.

But then a whole new tragedy had occurred.

She was parked in front of the television with a bottle of nail polish and bared feet, fully prepared to have an evening of politics and pedicures. But every time she tried to watch the DNC -- she really, really wanted one of the celebrities coming tonight to yell at a chair, shut up -- it was in Spanish. On CNN, on NBC -- all the news channels were, inexplicably, only broadcasting the convention en español.

And so Olive, nail polish forgotten, was trying to parse together what she could, based upon three years of public school Spanish. "Barack Obama has a...help for the February?"

Olive had never been gifted at foreign language, no.

[totes open, and bless you,

craftyladyparts, for the prompt.]

nonelikemesince.livejournal.com

Sure, Anakin had to go to class later. But he needed food, first, and a very large bowl of cereal in the common room appeared to be the solution to that this morning. He wasn't in the mood for quiet, so he turned the TV on and found a soccer game on. Earth sports were weird, but with weird similarities to the ones he knew from home, and apparently there were a lot of them on TV lately. He didn't mind; he wasn't particularly into them, but he didn't mind either. (He had his doubts about the red-and-white striped jerseys one of the teams was wearing, though.)

He was perfectly prepared to just have the game on as background noise while he ate until he caught sight of one of the players, standing in front of a giant net wearing padded gloves, as a graphic reading "Hope Solo" flashed up on the screen.

"Um."

She totally looked like she could be related to him, and needless to say Anakin would be paying attention for the rest of the match.

[OOC: Making Star Wars references to soccer games in game is pretty much a tradition for me. Shut up. And open.]

notconflicted

Sia had expected something very different from this place, and so far she was pleasantly surprised. She'd feared that she would be secluded away and bored, and that her training would suffer in favor of being protected when she knew she was perfectly capable of defending herself. Instead she was taking classes that might be of some actual benefit to her, the, ah, relatives she had met so far weren't so bad, and finding the salle while exploring today had come as a relief.

She'd found some remotes in a locker somewhere and figured that if it wasn't guarded somehow, no one would mind her using one. And if they did, then they should have done something about it before she borrowed it. Then she set it up for some drills, pulling her hair back before igniting her lightsaber and getting to work.

[Open!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet sort of day, and now Firekeeper and Blind Seer were rounding it off with Chinese food and channel surfing.

Well, okay, Firekeeper was eating the Chinese food (Blind Seer's tastes didn't really run that way) and doing most of the channel-flipping. Blind Seer was mostly taking up one of the couches by sprawling across it.

Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately), Firekeeper had misjudged portion sizes when she'd tried to order just a little bit of everything, and ended up with rather a lot of everything. So she was quite willing to share with anyone who came by.

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

It might come as a surprise to some Fandom students to find, on their way into or out of the dorms or simply just looking out their windows, that there was a pair of girls in a tree staging what appeared to be some kind of protest. A very loud, very annoying protest.

Blame the gremlins, man.

"And don't you gentrifying bitches even think about cutting down this tree!" Rebecca yelled, pumping a fist in the air. Her uncharacteristically unruly hair flew everywhere. "This is -- this is a--" She turned to Stacey and lowered her voice. "Is it an oak or a red maple?"

[[oh god, so open.]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

There was pizza and drinks in the rec room for everyone this afternoon. Because they understood just what a teenage boy wanted to have, you see. That or they just really liked pizza.

Either way, there it was.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, smiling at the assembled crew. “Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin if this is your first time here. Welcome back if not.”

"You'll find that this is one of the more laid-back clubs," Warren added with a smile of his own. "Mostly we just find fun stuff to do, and we do it. There were go-karts last semester, if I'm remembering right."

He wasn't exactly built for them, what with the extra limbs on his back and all, but he had willpower and a desire to drive around in a miniature car like an idiot. He'd persevered.

As did they all. “Today this is just to get to know everyone,” Tony added. “And maybe give us some suggestions for what you all want to do. Lex suggested a trip to a Comic Con at the club fair, so we’ve got that one!”

Warren made a bit of an 'oooo' face at that. He'd never been to a Comic Con.

"I'd be game for that," he decided, and then shot a grin to the group, gesturing to the pizza. "So, help yourselves, introduce yourselves to people you don't know yet, or whatever. Talk about what you want to do with the club this semester. The sky is... pretty much the limit, here, really. We've got a crazy budget for this club."

No. Really.

endsthegame

Ever since the broadcast on Monday showcasing Daala's brutal violent response to slave uprisings, Ender had been busy: busy writing emails, busy coordinating with his people in Ben's universe, busy privately worrying about where all of this would lead - with or without him.

But eventually he'd run out of things to do, as impossible as it had seemed at the start of the week. Somehow, that message hadn't quite reached his brain, for he still felt jittery and concerned; keeping a lid on it around Ben had just made it worse.

So in an effort to calm down, he decided to hit up the common room for breakfast today. Got two packages of microwavable pancakes out of the fridge and opened them up, using his deft microwaving skills to produce a stack - mostly in hopes of luring in someone to talk to.

Unlike certain people of his acquaintance, he didn't actually care much about the taste of his breakfast.

[[ open! ]]

nonelikemesince.livejournal.com

Evidently there was only so far that Anakin's curiosity about the island could go to distract him from the problems at home and his distance from them; finding out that both his sister and his best friend had been here and then gone had a little something to do with that, but mainly it was that he was here and restless and away from it all.

He was still in the habit of practicing with his remote every day. He didn't spend all of those practice sessions fighting imaginary opponents in heroic fantasies any more the way he used to (and the way Jacen always got on his case about) now that he had some actual combat experience, but every now and then he'd indulge in it, and then tell himself he was coming up with hypothetical battle scenarios.

There was less of that in today's session, though; mainly it was just Anakin and the hum of his lightsaber blade and the soft zap noises of the remote, lost in the flow of the movement. There was also an edge of frustration in his Force presence, and he wasn't above being glad Jacen wasn't around to call him on that.

[OOC: Despite the lack of decent lightsaber art of this boy to make good icons, open salle is open.]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

It was Wednesday evening, and Firekeeper found herself feeling... oddly nostalgic (not that she knew that was the word for it) for some of her early days in Fandom, which led to a trip to the common room to see what was playing on the television. Padding over to the couch, she curled up with Blind Seer and flicked the device on.

She flipped through channels until finding a show that the television announced was entitled Rod and the Tome of Unadulterated Badness. Huh. Well, it seemed more interesting than any of the other offerings, so why not?

[ooc: ...haven't done a CR post with this girl forever. SO I DO ONE NOW. So open.]

abitlowkey

Using magic on the remaining bruises from the complete moron Phobos was the goal for the day. Ikol's advice on the matter had only been mildly helpful (mostly confusing) and so he was left to his own devices on it.

This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.

For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Fandom High Dormitories

Entries tagged with anakin solo

2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room [Thursday night]

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

The salle- Monday evening

Crush party!- 6th floor common room- Friday night

Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Just Outside the Dorms, Friday After Classes

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

The Salle, Sunday Midday

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

The Roof, Saturday Morning

Fandom High RPG

Tags