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There used to be a time that Ender spent most of his nights up here. He hadn't realized until now that he slept slightly longer, and longed less for quiet and solitude than he once did-- he hadn't forgotten why he used to come up here, but he had forgotten to do so for... over a year now.

And since Ben seemed interested in doing the nostalgia tour of Fandom one last time before they left, well, it was time to change that.

He went up with a thin blanket very early in the morning, shortly after hitting the pool. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he sat down on the ground and waited - for Ben, and for anyone else who might make their way up onto the roof, the way they always had even when he hadn't wanted them to.

[[ open! ]]

nothornlessrose.livejournal.com

There were no classes today, so, of course, Cassidy was in the gardens.

She was focusing on the land and the plants because it was a really great way to help her suppress the emotions she was feeling and pretend that she was in denial as to what was happening this week. The air was cooler than usual and so she was tugging at the small and annoying weeds that seemed to crop up whenever she turned her back on them.

Some people drank when they were sad and upset, Cassidy worked herself into exhaustion. It was what she did.

Current Mood: discontent

endsthegame

Today was the first day Ender had felt remotely like himself enough to leave his room. He'd spent a good portion of the previous two days sleeping, and his muscles were starting to experience phantom aches from disuse and very real aches from being stuck in bed for too long.

Of course, that meant that when he finally did go to get exercise, there had to be sharks.

Ender observed the scene for a few moments, nonplussed.

Then he realized he could only see the fins, and they didn't seem to be going under. He sighed, padded towards the water, and waited until the fins were on the other side of the water before poking it with his toe. It'd help if he knew what he was dealing with.

...and then there was nothing.

"Well," he muttered, "That's convenient."

A moment later, he was sliding into the pool, and there was no sign of sharks at all. Fandom. Really.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

That morning Ender had received four phone calls from Peter.

Three had come from Fandom's Peter, and in all cases Peter had hung up before Ender managed to even answer the call. The third was from his own Peter, calling in to confirm he'd be showing up and he'd be taking Petra and Suriyawong with him.

Ender's opinion of these events was mixed - though he would hardly say no to a chance to see Petra and Surrey again, the rest was a little more complicated.

Luckily, his regular morning swim always allowed for a good opportunity to clear his head. He made it there early so that he'd have some more time today, quickly stripping down to his swim trunks and diving in.

If there was one thing he'd miss about Fandom in the near future, it would be the easy pool access.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

They were everywhere.

When Ender had saved the first green... thing from falling out of the window that morning, it hadn't seemed like much of a problem. The second one... well, that got him thinking.

By the third he just wished they'd stop following him.

By the fifth... he was sitting down in the common room, a book of common fairy tales in hand. Reading aloud, as a matter of fact, because so far that seemed like the only strategy that actually got them to shut up. He wasn't sure if they were even actually listening, but at least they weren't talking to him.

Some days, Fandom made him very, very tired.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

It had been a while since Ender had put in any effort to spend time out in the open. He wasn't really avoiding anyone - he never really was - but he had been busy: with colonists, with research, with the mess going on in Ben's universe.

It had been a while, and he was planning to change that, at least right now.

So when his classes had finished, he ambled into the common room and put on a documentary about insect hives. Took out a notepad, just in case there was anything to take notes on that he didn't already know - he'd spent a lot of time comparing Earth insects to Formic behavior in his time - and sat back.

Maybe not the most fascinating material. But if worst came to worst, this was just going to be a quiet moment by himself. He was fine with that, too.

[[ open! ]]

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! ]]

endsthegame

After his final was done, Ender - covered only in a few cat hairs - headed up to the common room, where he produced a Snuggie from his bag. It had been there since the morning, but since it was one of the island's least dangerous feats of whimsy to date, he didn't mind it so much.

In fact, as he sank down on the couch, he spread it out over his legs to keep them warm - that worked, at least. He reached for the remote and started flipping channels, looking for documentaries worthy of his attention. Now that things were settling, he could almost force himself to relax again.

While watching BBC's Life. Even he wasn't quite up to hard-hitting documentaries about Letters from Iran.

[[ open! ]]

glacial_queen

Some days, you just had to crawl out of bed, take off your moping pants, and do something. Anything. Whatever. Today, Karla decided that the thing she was going to do was swim until she was exhausted. The beach being too full of memories, she headed to the pool at the dorms instead.

The pool was nice. Quiet. Just her and the water and lap after endless lap. Maybe if she tired herself out enough, she'd be able to sleep tonight. And then tomorrow, she'd help...research or whatever everyone was doing. Make herself useful. Something.

[One is expected, but post is open!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Okay, so this wasn't the happiest event Student Council or the Reserves had ever put together.

It wasn't even in the top fifty.

Still, there were some of the trappings of a standard student event: Free food, for one, represented by a table of pizzas. Odd decorations -- CPR dummies, in this case.

And, of course, people standing in the front of the room waiting to talk.

"Hey," Quinn said. Her hair was pulled back simply , and she looked tired. "We know this is not the best week, so thanks for coming out. A lot of us are feeling sort of run down by what's going on, and we wanted to get people together outside the library. There's pizza, and if you want to brush up on CPR, Dave and Wesley are both pretty handy."

She glanced over to Wes now to see if he wanted to add anything.

"We'll be doing some demonstrations in a brief while," Wesley said. "In the meantime, help yourself to anything you'd like to eat, enjoy yourselves, er, as best you can, and feel free to come to us with any questions you might have."

Way to put people in the party mood, Wes. Really. Two thumbs-up on that one.

Quinn didn't have much else to add, so she tried to smile and wandered off toward the first aid area and hoped people would follow.

[[OCD up! Have at!]]

endsthegame

Ender had closed up shop early and gone back to the dorms with one purpose in mind: to check the posters Ben had put up yesterday for any new information. And also to put up a few more, just in case there were floors Ben might have missed, people who might not have seen any.

There weren't, but it kept him busy and his mind working.

He copied whatever information was exclusive to one poster to all the other ones, just to keep everyone informed. He still didn't feel like they had a good bead on what was going on, and how many people were dealing with it - but he was getting the distinct impression they weren't alone.

[[ open for running into him, yes. or just jotting down info. ]]

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Simon was worried. No, that wasn't a particularly novel experience for him by any stretch of the imagination, but the reason was. He'd just gotten off the phone with Alisha, and there had been something... odd, about a part of the conversation. For reasons he couldn't even remember anymore, probably as a part of an idle attempt at a joke, he'd mentioned their last probation worker, Shaun.

And she'd laughed and asked, "Who?"

At first he'd thought she was just kidding, that there was a joke he wasn't quite getting, but no. She had no recollection of a probation worker by that name. None. It had felt unsettling, and he'd had to get off the phone before he managed to pass the feeling on to Alisha as well.

Simon wanted to think it was nothing, but he'd lived with the effects of the storm too long to find that likely. And that was even without going into the kinds of stunts the island could pull. So, he was in the common room boiling water for tea, because, well, he just needed to do something familiar. Maybe later he'd go out for a run in the warehouse district again.

[ooc: You know that O word these things usually are? Yeah, this one's that too.]

endsthegame

In the years before his trip to Ben's universe, Ender had often been drawn up here: to the roof, where he could have the best view of the weather, or of the stars. It had been a long time since he'd been, too busy with one thing or another, then too distracted by Ben and recent developments. But it had just been a matter of time.

He was leaning on the divider that kept him from tumbling off, staring up at the sky. Thinking. It had been a long time since he'd heard from anyone in Ben's galaxy. He hoped Alai had not carried through their plans yet - he had no intention of getting anyone stuck over there. More importantly, though, he thought about the future again.

It was really easy to get sucked back into the present right now. To pretend everything would be the same. At the same time, he couldn't; Ender just didn't feel equipped for that kind of thinking. It smacked too much of contentment, a quality he had yet to discover in himself. Some parts of his life were good-- others kept reminding him of the road ahead, and of how little this planet felt like home any longer.

He wondered if it would always be like that. Who am I, that I don't know my home?

( 'I had been wondering when your brain was going to jump back to morbid, and here you are, bemoaning the fate of-- what is it, this time?' Jane asked. )

[[ conversation under the cut NFB, but post is open! ]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

endsthegame

Generally speaking, Ender never did find anything worth watching on television. Reality programming interested him about as much as scrap metal, and the less said about sitcoms, the better. Occasionally, though, the TV surprised him - such as right now.

They were running a documentary on the possibility of life on other planets. An in-depth one, and though it had a few factual errors, it involved a lot of interesting speculation on extraterrestrial intelligence.

Maybe if they'd spent more time thinking about this in the 21st century, what had happened in Ender's time might never have occurred at all - which was reason enough for him to make himself a mug of cocoa and sit down on the couch, watching and looking terribly thoughtful about it all.

[[ open! ]]

dollpocalypse

Topher did not have a clue why anyone might not enjoy video games. In fact, with the exception of a brief window during which the frat meeting had taken place here (which had consisted of playing more video games), he had been playing one in the rec room all day. Loudly.

Compared to his usual shoot-at-zombies game, this one was actually a bit more complex. He had to strategize. And hide from things. And... shoot at stuff. But only on occasion!

He was really good at it, too. The only thing that might present more of a challenge would be if he had someone else to play against.

"Yesssssss!" he yelled after a victorious shoot-out against the game-generated opposing side. Then -- "Wha? No! Don't go over there! No no no no no no no!"

[[Expecting one opponent, but open for all!]]

dollpocalypse

Topher was sitting on top of a laundry machine, flicking buttons and knobs while someone else's laundry was getting washed. It was a fairly simple mechanism, as far as he could tell. Not too complicated or anything. Of course, he'd never tried to use one. He wasn't particularly bothered with the idea of interrupting the cycle of whoever's clothes were being washed, because this was all in the name of science and it therefore trumped personal clothes-having. Naturally.

Hmm. What would happen if he changed it from whites to colors? Well, only one way to find out, he guessed.

On the machine next to him, he'd laid out a series of fairly meticulously folded clothes. And one girl's shirt that did not belong to him and had a curious stain on it. You... probably didn't want to know what that was about.

No, really. You didn't.

[[Topher's here for Ben, but it's an open laundry room! ~~And if you want it to be your character's clothes that he's messing up, that is all the funnier!~~ Clothes owner has been arranged!]]

endsthegame

Ender had been gone for the weekend, and since then he'd spent no small amount of time either in his room or in Tony's secret laboratory. But, he decided, it was time to stroll back into the common room and see if there was anything interesting he could catch on TV.

He suspected not, honestly. But sometimes - sometimes - there was an interesting documentary or two. Like right now-- a well-researched, thoughtfully filmed piece on the social and cultural development of early man. Because of the year they were in, some of the information would be out of date, Ender knew.

But at least it was food for thought.

He sat back and snacked idly on an apple as he watched. Speaking of food for thought - that fruit basket hadn't exactly been easy to find around here. He was starting to suspect someone had exchanged all the fruit for snack food.

[[ open! ]]

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!]]

endsthegame

Ender had been back for several days, but he still felt like he'd spent most of that time in his room. Not that he particularly minded that. It was nice and calm in his room, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying his return to the old routine of Ben tweaking on his end and Ender reading on his own.

But it did keep him from at least getting a look at which students had come and, by proxy, which had gone. So he'd grabbed one of Karla's books about Kaeleer out of his bookcase and finally made his way down to the common room to get some lunch and do some reading.

Lunch was a bowl of fruit, some toast, and a glass of milk. Reading material was interesting. And Ender? Ender was slumped on the couch, engrossed in the latter while slowly making his way through the former.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

It was late morning, nearing noon, and Ender had finished his morning exercises a while ago. He'd sat down to work in his room afterwards, but this sense of-- moroseness he had been trying to avoid wouldn't leave him alone, making him restless and a little irritable. Jane's commentary about that hadn't really helped either.

Which was why right now he was curled up on the couch in the common room, with Animal Planet playing some documentary about Brazilian tree-frogs in the background. He'd taken the datapad Ben had given him for his birthday with him, and he was poking idly through stats for alien races he'd never heard of before.

He was still a little restless, but at least he was less irritable. The calm, he could fake.

[[ open! ]]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com

After attempting to walk to the school in order to open the library today, Blackagar discovered that those little creatures seemed to send you back to the dorms whenever they touched you. It had only taken two times for him to very gracefully stay where he was.

Eying the turtles as they marched on over the grounds.

He was just going to make a mental note to ban turtles from Attilan when he was king while he took a seat. It was a good plan.

[[Open! Especially for those transported there!]]

glacial_queen

After a class, Karla went back to her room and changed into Morton's old cast-offs. Between the heavy content of today's discussion, the rapidly fading memories of the previous weekend, and the radio's reports that 'Dite was leaving--which would explain her message asking Karla to meet her at the store later--she had a lot to ~~brood over~~ think about. And now that the ground was thawed enough, Karla decided to skip the roof in favor of spending some quality time in the gardens. She could be useful and thoughtful at the same time with the guarantee that she'd feel better when she was done.

Ten minutes later, she was muddy, with dirt under her fingernails and over her face and already feeling a little better about everything.

[Open!]

endsthegame

Everything had been rocky and unsteady since Ender woke up on Monday. Finding the right balance between distance (because there had to be some thoughts bounding through Ben's head right now) and sticking around (because running off to Eros or Valdemar would not go over well) was difficult, and it frustrated him, and frustration was not the best emotion to have floating around when your roommate was an empath.

So this morning he'd found a good compromise in taking his emails and his research up to the roof, now that the weather was a little better. He sat down on the floor, pulling the laptop into his lap, and clicked around.

Jane's avatar appeared on-screen, gesturing at something. He blinked at her, then followed the line from her fingers to his inbox, and paused. Peter.

Right: he'd mailed Peter, just before the weekend.

( If you want to distract a Wiggin from his other emo, just insert siblings. )

Ender stared at his laptop for a long while. He was silent, and he didn't cry, but the weekend had been exorcised from his memory for something more important, at least for a while.

[[ open! text under the cut taken and liberally adapted in every way from Shadow of the Giant. ]]

endsthegame

Ben had rambled something about cartoons and catchphrases back while they were heading towards Eros, and so Ender was trying to make a concerted effort to at least find out what he'd been talking about.

So: he was out here in the morning, eating cereal from a bowl. And looking increasingly more dubious about the reruns of We're Lyke Spies he was watching. As an experiment, it was not a particularly succesful one. Oh well.

Give him another ten minutes, and he'd be watching bloody Shakespeare movies again.

[[ open! ]]

momslilassassin

Well, it wasn't like Ben wasn't up ridiculously early each morning anyway, so after his usual run around the island and sunrise and a stop into the Perk for two coffees instead of the usual one, he made his way into the gym to meet up with his roommate for their first lesson in "how to defend yourself without killing the other guy."

It was a rather specific problem.

[OOC: Ben is expecting one, but open gym is open for interactions! Also, character's ridiculous morning productivity != the mun's. Ben's a freak.]

endsthegame

There were reasons why Ender liked to be up on the roof sometimes, much like the beach. The draw of the open sky and the sight of the weather as it passed over was a big part of it. He had gotten here just in time to watch the sun rise feebly between the clouds, laptop under one arm but unopened.

He hadn't gotten a lot of data besides the updated map recently, and so there was only so much he could do. Pouring over old Formic schematics, maybe-- but he had seen those many times before, and part of him was waiting for the Hive Queen to wake up long enough to really answer any of his questions.

Or did she even sleep? He had no idea. She had been quiet over the past few weeks. If that had been her at all.

Sighing, he sat down. There were other things to think about, at least. What Ben had told him about Ship yesterday was worth some more thought, though Jane hadn't been able to answer most of his questions. The Darkness, the Force, philotic science: were they at all alike? And what did it mean, knowing that consciousness had manifested itself in at least two out of three?

He was going to use the roof for its intended purpose this morning, and brood on it.

If, sadly for the roof, more intellectually than angstily.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

It had been a thankfully calm and uneventful week for once. Ender knew better than to hope that would continue, though he wasn't so bound by superstition that he feared acknowledging it aloud. However, not exactly being the type to talk to himself, he didn't anyway-- instead he was doing so by moving into the common room without his laptop this time.

He was going to check out if the History Channel was showing something interesting instead.

Yes. Exciting.

He had a bowl full of cereal and a glass of milk, and he was going to spend this morning doing the closest thing to relaxing he ever did. Well. Second-closest. He'd already gone through his morning exercise schedule.

...

Nerd.

[[ open! ]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

After spending the last bit of his vacation hiding from the world and clinging to his laptop, it was time for Tony to brave the world again. And pray no one remembered he got drunk and puked on a tree.

It was all Bobby's fault anyway.

So he was going to get a bit of fresh air up on the roof before going to his lab for the rest of his life. It was for the best, really.

[[Open like a roof!]]

endsthegame

After the gym and his morning swim, Ender decided to have his breakfast in the common room this morning. He was at least mildly curious as to the news of the day, and sometimes TV was just more simple than going through all of his newsfeeds.

So with a bowl of cereal in hand he sat down to catch the morning news. Jane had been snarking at him about recent developments back home - so the news from the 2170s, he was more than up to date on - which had put him into a certain historical frame of mind. Some of the riots going on in the Middle East bore a dangerously close resemblance to what was going on in Alai's neck of the woods, and...

...he would have continued to pontificate on that if the first thing that had turned up when he put on BBC News hadn't been a story about a cat.

A very important cat, apparently.

Ten minutes later, they were still talking about the cat, and Ender was starting wonder if the entire universe would turn into one giant cat macro one day.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

To say that Ender was Not Amused when he came home from classes to find all of Karla's books (as well as his copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, his books by Nietzsche and Kant and other philosophers, and any number of biology texts) reduced to romantic drivel would be a severe understatement. His laptop was not a credible alternative because he was still trying to come up with a good way to deal with Jane, and so the only option left to Ender was to head into the common room, and at least hope there were some good documentaries on.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," he said, when the 111th channel also turned out to be playing... something by Jane Austen? No, even that was too much to hope.

This was not his week.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

Local Earth news wasn't really all that important to Ender. He played no part in it, and had no reason or opportunity to interfere. Still, after checking the local news feeds last night, he found himself a little curious as to what was happening in the Middle East right now. (Maybe a little part of him felt like he owed it to Alai, or maybe it really was just plain curiosity.)

So morning found him sitting out in the common room with one of Karla's books at his side, watching BBC News's coverage of the situation in Egypt. Between it and Al Jazeera, he felt like he was getting a decent enough picture.

He was trying to remember what they'd learned about this before. Battle School had not been heavy on the political history of the world, and Ender hadn't previously taken the time to request info back home on the outcome of the Middle Eastern troubles in this time.

Ah, well. If he got bored, he could always pick up the book and start sniffing around in Blood history from a few millenia ago, instead.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

With all his classes done by Tuesday, Ender had rather a lot of time on his hands. Not that he minded it - Karla's books and Ben's datapad were still giving him plenty of things to focus on, especially now that he'd started cross-referencing some things with Formic research on the way. (He was a nerd, yes, but at least he had a goal in mind.)

That didn't mean it wasn't nice to keep to schedule. Outside of his daily trip to the gym, the pool filled up the physical part of his daily schedule, and it was always nice to be back here.

He dove deep under the water as soon as he came in, pushing himself down until he was so deep that gravity almost-- almost seemed to cease to exist. He stayed there for as long as he could, cherishing the quiet, the calming effect it had on his thoughts.

He came back up for air, and started his laps. He'd be fit and ready to get back to work in an hour or so, but right now he was going to enjoy the exercise.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

Things were starting to get a little fraught with Ben under the surface; the tension was starting to get on Ender's nerves, which meant some pressure was building, and that was never good. Still, barring locking Ben up bodily with Tahiri and taking off for Eros, never to return, there was very little he could do about it right now.

Hence, he was back up on the roof with his laptop, which was only marginally less irritating.

( 'I'm sorry, which research in particular are you requesting?' )

[[ open! Jane bits NFB as per usual. ]]

endsthegame

After that, Ender had gone back to his room. Eventually. And he had been in his room for a while, too. He'd been in his room for as long as it had taken Ben to pass out to the point of unconsciousness, where - or so Ender hoped - his senses wouldn't be able to pick up where Ender was, not exactly.

And then he'd snuck up to the roof despite the cold, wrapped in his own jacket. He'd sat there for a while, staring up at the sky, trying not to feel as alone and utterly desperate as he did. ('Poor Ender', he'd once written in circumstances like this, and remembering that made him want to laugh, because it was as ridiculous now as it had been then.)

What was he doing here, besides wasting away the time? Besides trying to keep the ticking time-bomb of hormones and feelings still until he could make his escape? Two very important questions, but he didn't have any answers.

At the end of it all, he caved. When his call was answered with a groggy, sleepy, "Ender?" he just smiled, even if he didn't feel it.

"Hey, Val," he murmured. "Did I wake you up out of anything important...?"

[[ open if anyone is going to be up here at that time of night. Very NFB due to being way past radio. ]]

endsthegame

The last time this had happened, Ender had attempted to recluse himself - had believed he could actively hide from something like this. He'd been wrong, and his resolve with regards to Ben had nearly cracked that day. Nevermind the fact that some aphrodesiacs could as easily turn you violent as amorous.

He needed a way to channel his energy.

And so Tuesday morning found him running the treadmill obsessively, his iPod running. Listening to modern music, as well as twin files Valentine had sent him after he'd let her know about the recurrence of the singing - one familiar, one not, but both Val's voice. It calmed him, settling some of the restlessness that curled, relentlessly, in his stomach.

He'd have to keep himself exhausted all week. He was doing fine in getting there, today.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

Ender had gotten up despicably early, of course; milling around the roof until he grew tired of that, and then heading back indoors. He had no particular plans for the day, and that always served to make him restless.

So to the common room it was, and soon he was digging through the cabinets looking for the ingredients for his morning coffee. His caffeine addition was almost getting worrisome, but at least it helped him think. Focus on things that weren't Peter, or Val, or the topsy-turvy mess that was his family.

He might have lingered near the cabinets longer than strictly necessary, and by the end of it, there was a neat stack of sandwiches as well as the coffee, ready for consumption.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

Ender had been inside during yesterday's attack, knowing full well there was little he could do except make trips downstairs to make sure support was well-organised. These invasions had a habit of taking care of themselves, though, and so he hadn't been too concerned-- using Ben's brief absence to rewatch some of the videos he'd been sent.

That hadn't been a smart idea. He'd gone back to his Formic research.

But now it was the-day-after, and he'd been awake for a larger chunk of the night than usual. So eventually he removed himself from his room and pottered into the common room, where he rifled through drawers until he'd come up with a stack of leftover sandwiches from yesterday.

They were sparsely topped - just cheese or ham or both - but there were many of them, so he left them sitting on the table in the middle of the room. He curled up on the couch, laptop on his legs, and worked.

[[ open! ]]

glacial_queen

Cream? Check.

Milk? Check.

As many different types of chocolate as they could find? Check.

Enough other various toppings and ingredients to open up a grocery store? Check and double-check.

The second floor common room's kitchen had been transformed. Bowls filled with fruit, candy, chocolate pieces, and other various ingredients were strewn about the counter. Tiny bottles filled with lemon, vanilla, and peppermint extracts lined up like soldiers awaiting deployment. Every available surface in the fridge was filled with cartons of heavy cream and gallons of milk.

In the center of it all, whirring in self-important splendor, was the ice cream maker Ben had gotten for his birthday.

"This," Karla breathed as she glanced around the kitchen one more time, "is going to be epic."

glacial_queen

After saying goodbye to Triela, Karla'd had two options: go to her room and worry or do something, anything else. Since she had pretty much spent the past week doing the former, she'd opted for the latter today. Rather than sit on her bed and brood, only putting on her cheerful face when someone stopped by, she stayed inside only long enough to change into her bodystocking and then practically flung herself into the air.

A few laps around the island and she'd actually been feeling better. The exertion was enough to take her mind off ~~the maenad~~ things and she found herself in much better spirits by the time she came winging back to the dorm roof.

[Open like a rooftop, for both flyers and not!]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

glacial_queen

Sunglasses?

Check.

Sunscreen?

Check.

Blanket to lounge on? Trashy novels to read? An assortment of beverages?

Check, check, and double-check.

Karla was having a lazy day. The roof provided an excellent combination of sun, garden, and an excellent view of the dorms, all without the bother of having to trek very far to get there. What better way to start her vacation week?

[Roof is open!]

endsthegame

If there was one thing Ender was loath to miss out of his schedule, it was his morning exercise. Two years since he'd arrived here, and he still hadn't quite gotten rid of the habit; by now, it was as comforting as anything ever was, a simple focal point of structure in his day.

He slung his towel over his shoulders as he came in, loosening up his hand and wrist with gentle kneading motions with his other thumb. Weight-lifting, beyond a certain point, was fairly useless for his purposes, but it was good to keep his lower body strength up.

Bikes, first - torso after, in the same ritual he'd been following every day since 2008. He took a deep breath and sat down, pressed his feet to the pedals and his hands to the support bars, and started moving.

He was quickly lost in the sense of his own muscles working. It was nice.

[[ totally open, although I'll be gone for a short while after posting! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

endsthegame

It was Ender's turn to man the ticket-selling table on the first floor. He had his laptop set up next to the box for Prom King and Prom Queen voting, and while he occasionally busied himself with his email, he had his eyes mostly set on anyone who passed by.

(He'd be able to go next year, but the thought wasn't particularly exciting. That wouldn't keep him from being friendly about it)

The big posterboard was still taped to the wall over the table reading

Prom 2010: Paper Faces on Parade
Masquerade!
Juniors and Seniors, Come One, Come All, Come Dressed Up!

[[ Come get your tickets! Open. ]]

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

bitten_notshy

Jack Dawson had found Rose, which was the kind of good that went beyond words like good and well into what might be termed the supercalifragelisticexpialidocious territory. He still wasn't sure about this place -- the time travel stuff was just freaking strange -- but the people seemed like they'd be good people to be around, mostly. Nobody except Cal had been snotty to him. And of course, Rose was there. Nothing could go too bad when Rose was around. Maybe he could get a job and stick around until he saved up enough money to get up to New York.

But all of that was for later.

For now, he sat at one of the tables outside the dormitory building, half-smoked cigarette clenched between his teeth as he enjoyed the sunshine and sketched anything that caught his eye. It wasn't serious artwork, but it helped to pass the time.

[OOc: Open patio, natch.]

Current Mood: cheerful

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After getting into it with Griff last night, Alex had gone straight to the mainland. A few hours, a lot of alcohol and one warm bed later, he was back on the island, eating cereal and watching something mindless on television.

All things considered, his face didn't look too bad. A few bruises, a split lip, and some minor pain could be considered a minor success considering Griff and his stupid powers had sent him head first into his desk. Still, didn't mean he wasn't still pissed off. He was just trying not to show it.

Nope, he was fine. His classes were done, he had cereal, his hangover wasn't that bad, and he knew he'd gotten in a good few punches in on Griff. Just fine.

[of course it's open!]

Current Mood: lazy

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

After her chat with Hurley, and coming to the conclusion there probably wasn't anything much going on for the holidays, what with hardly anyone being around... Angela took it upon herself to buy up large amounts of festive food (and drink) to supply whoever might be left around and found their way to the right common room.

It wasn't all home cooked and perfect, Angela was still an order-in sort of girl, but if it tasted alright was anyone really going to be picky?

Yes, the elf hat was completely voluntary and nothing the island had forced on her. She liked being festive, damn it!

[[wide open like an impromptu holiday party should be! SP is the name of the game, given the day and all!]]

Current Mood: festive

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