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Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

halfbad.livejournal.com

The kitchen in the common room wasn't that different from the kitchen in Celia's cottage. Everything was a little more modern and clean but other than that, Nathan recognized almost everything. The common room kitchen reminded him of Gabriel's kitchen more than anything else. His friend had spent a lot of time in there, cooking food and letting Nathan help out where he could.

Being inside during the day was tolerable and Nathan found that the buzzing wasn't too intense right now so he'd wandered into the common room and over to the kitchen with the thought of cooking in mind. He didn't know too many recipes since it wasn't like Celia or Gabriel had cookbooks lying around (not that he could read them anyway) but he remembered how to make a few things.

His stomach grumbled and Nathan decided that he might as well give cooking in this strange place a try. He slid off his gloves, making sure to pull his sleeves down over the tattoo on one wrist and over the scars on the other but leaving the small tattoo on his finger visible for the most part. He hadn't taken off the scarf but he'd left the sunglasses in his room today.

A soup of some kind would be the easiest thing and he remembered sitting in his cage at Celia's with a steaming bowl of soup and a huge chunk of bread. It'd been a rare time when he'd been able to forget about what he was going through. So, he went to work on a soup that'd be filled with available vegetables and meats. He hadn't bothered with the television since it'd only make his head hurt and he didn't need that while he was trying to concentrate.

[Open. Nathan's actually a fairly good cook so if you want some soup, it won't be bad, I promise.]

Current Mood: productive

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

( oh, time related misunderstandings! )

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: content

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

The members of the frat had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet down at the pool today. As always, there was a table set up well away from the water with snacks and drinks (wait thirty minutes after eating to jump in, guys!). Hannibal, standing there in a swimsuit, looked pleased with himself.

"Today, we're swimming." It was on his mind, go figure. "With summer coming, we thought it'd be best to get you all ready by throwing you in the water and getting some exercise. If you don't know how to swim, stick to the shallow end. If you do, go wild. Don't kill each other or anything like that. This is just to get you in the summer frame of mind while getting you some leisurely, or aggressive if that's your thing, exercise."

Arthur had unabashedly red swimtrunks.

It was worth mentioning. He was a Pendragon, he could rock the red.

"For those of you who are more sportsmanlike," Arthur continued, "the pool has the faculties for laps as well. If any of you are interested in a competition of some sort, let us know and we'll arrange it." Of course he would get competitive. It was how he rolled.

"That's all we have," Hannibal said, nodding. "Now, get into the pool! There'll be no suntanning here. Into the pool or you'll get tossed in."

Hannibal would do that too. That was how he rolled.

[co written with that other guy who looks good without a shirt,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: WET

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, fellow fraternity members," Arthur began, crossing his arms and surveying his estate. Or the 1st Floor Rec Room. Whatever you chose to call it. "Today, I thought we'd ease back into our normal activities. We will be watching football." Beat. "Or soccer, as is the local word for it. I think we've got replays of Chelsea versus Manchester City...? Right."

He'd left the catering to Hannibal. He had dearly hoped that hadn't been a miscalculation on his end.

"Yeah, I don't have a clue," Hannibal admitted since soccer -- sorry, football -- wasn't his sport of choice. "I mean, I know we've got something but I can't tell which team's which. I'm too busy following the ball."

This is why hockey gave him a headache until there were fights. The fights were fun. Anyway.

"Anyway, yeah, we're going to be watching the game," he continued. "I picked up pizza, sandwiches and onion rings for those that are really hungry. Those that aren't can snack on the smaller treats. Chips, crackers, that kind of thing. And hey, if you wanna get into fights with each other, go for it. Just don't do any permanent damage."

He was a support frat leader, he was. Still, he gestured to the televisions, the comfy chairs and the food before heading to grab a slice himself.

[co-written with

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: cheerful

bitchprince

"Good afternoon, Kappa Kappa Gremlin," Arthur called, standing firmly at ease in front of the crowd. "Today, Hannibal has devised a test for your mettle..." You could kind of tell he was struggling not to laugh.

And Hannibal was shooting him glares, just daring him to laugh. But, he had better things to do so he turned back to the frat.

"And no, it's not our version of what apparently went on last night on the sixth floor," he added. Dammit, why hadn't he wandered up there? "Today, we're going to see how tough you are in the realm of...food consumption."

"Food consumption," Arthur repeated. He had nothing but a very effective oh-dear-lord-did-you-catch-this-guy-talking face. It was an admirable sign of restraint, really. "Is vital."

"It is," Hannibal insisted like he could make Arthur believe it with just the power of his words. Fat chance but he'd still try. "So, today, we're going to see how many...hot dogs you can eat without making a mess."

If anyone threw up, Hannibal was giving them a mop and a some paper towels.

"Well, you all have your marching orders," Arthur said, by now utterly beaming. He didn't even have to say anything. Hannibal kind of mocked himself. "Get eating."

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.

"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."

Well, they don't JUST gossip.

"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."

( and there is flist saving under here! )

[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince,

bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]

Current Mood: energetic

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

And here they were. His men. His frat. Arthur was happily (if idly) fiddling with his gloves while he waited for everyone to enter. The door slammed shut omniously as the last one did. "Ah," he said, "I see you've all managed to make it. Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Fandom's first and only fraternity. We are all men here..." his eyes trailed past Illyria, "Despite appearances, and we have a reputation to uphold."

( and the two manly men get babbly! )

[co-written with that Prince of Princes,

bitch_prince]

Current Mood: cheerful

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There were Cheetos in the rec room again. Life was good for the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin.

"Okay, so, I was thinking we were due for a gathering," John told the assembled group in between chewing his snack. "I was thinking something low key. An outing to Caritas or a visit to Fast Eddie's. Maybe this weekend? What do you guys say?"

Current Mood: headtilty

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had popcorn, candy, soda and the remote control to the tv. He wasn't exactly sure what was on -- but he figured he could flip channels until he found something interesting.

He also had a toy mouse and a grey cat that would chase said mouse every time he threw it. He looked down at Hunter as the cat brought it back for the umpteenth time. "Shouldn't you be getting tired right about now? What, did you manage to find the kitty equivalent of Red Bull or something?"

Hunter didn't answer beyond staring intently at the toy mouse in his human's hand.

[ooc: open!]

lil-yellow.livejournal.com

Bumblebee had managed sleep, at least, but now was facing low fuel reserves and a distressing feeling of being nearly blind. Following what he discerned to be instincts, he had made his way to the kitchen area of the common room and was looking into cupboards and drawers with a growing sense of urgency.

This organic business was difficult; no wonder Sam always seemed so upset so often.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are!]

Current Mood: aggravated

imcalledandros.livejournal.com

Andros was in the dorm lobby early Wednesday morning to set up for selling prom tickets. There was a sign that said Get Your Prom Tickets Here! and there was also a plate of assorted baked goods that he had picked out from J, GOB. He actually had no idea if they were any good or not. There was also the Ballot Box for voting for the Prom Court.

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ the OCD is up!]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Today's toys were the foam padded staffs from last time, but also, nerf swords. "Okay so this is almost stealing the fencing club's shtick, but swords do figure into martial arts. If Peter objects he can come find me and I'll apologize."

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Current Mood: excited

halfshell-hero.livejournal.com

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had staked out part of the gym as usual. The difference today? He was done with that taking it easy crap! Yay!

"Good news for all you with pent up aggression." he said, displaying the punching bags and various practice dummies. "Look, things you can beat up without consequences. Though if you break them you might have to pay for them."

[Open as usual. ~~Stay tuned for~~ OCD is up.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

Current Mood: flirty

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with several mats on the floor for sparring. Billy was attempting to stretch, without messing up his still healing gunshot wound.

"Hey guys." he waved to the club members when they came in. "Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way. Anyway, today I figured we'd just get started with the usual round of getting to know you questions. Introduce yourselves, say where you're from, and what your experience with martial arts is. Then we can pair up for sparring maybe."

[OCD is ~~coming~~ here. Repent.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Neon posters with arrows and the words, free food, pointed students to the First Floor Lounge where more posters with strange stick figures proclaimed that the Flag Football Club was sponsoring a Super Bowl Party.

The lounge had been decorated in blue and gold. There was a huge football-shaped cake from J,GOB and a wide variety of party sandwiches, chips, and dips laid out on tables along with beverages.

Naturally, there was also a television, tuned in to the Super Bowl.

[ooc: YAY PARTY FOR EVERYONE! The food is moddable as generic football party food (there are most definitely Cheetos, but not the creepy chocolate covered ones, thank you).]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd ~~handwavily~~ put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. ~~Please wait for~~ Minimal OCD is up!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

It was slowly ticking towards curfew but it wasn't bothering Luke overly much. He'd discovered a marathon of old Galaxy Quest episodes and was entirely too caught up in laughing until he cried at the terrible dialogue and sound effects.

He'd made popcorn--without burning it!--and even though he'd then dumped a bag of M&Ms into it, he was up for sharing.

Man On The Moon - R.E.M.

Current Mood: blank

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After two crazy weekends, John was itching to get back to flag football practice. Encouraging new students to stop by and join in, he'd ~~handwavily~~ placed colorful signs in the dorms announcing practice times and open sign-up.

Considering the events of the game three weeks ago, John decided he would emphasize the flag part of flag football this practice. Meaning players would practice chasing each other down and stealing their flags - without tackling.

He readied the gym with the necessary equipment and set out the sign in sheet.

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was curled up on the couch, a dog at her feet and a bag of popcorn beside her.

No, of course it wasn't burned. That might imply that she had followed the directions as best she could, and still failed. Which was certainly not the case.

She flipped through the channels on the television, no real aim in mind aside from steering away from anything with that obnoxious false-sounding laughter. Her mind was elsewhere, and possibly pondering how she could possibly mock that awful woman more. It had suddenly become vastly more appealing, now that she was not allowed.

[oooooooooopen like a thing]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There were painstakingly measured cone paths running up and down the length of the gym. Today the players were going to run.

Once everyone appeared to be assembled, John made an announcement, "Okay guys, today we're gonna run sprints. Let's see how fast all of you can run 100 meters." He motioned to a box of stopwatches next to the sign-in sheet. "Grab a stopwatch and time yourself. You can also get in groups or pairs if you'd like. If you have questions, your captains are available as always."

[ooc: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John set up the gym for flag football practice. There were cones marking lanes for a passing/receiving workshop. Once everyone arrived, John and Molly demonstrated proper throwing and catching techniques. Players were then instructed to partner up to try for themselves. If they had questions or needed tips, John was around.

[ooc: The poll won in favor of practice! Thanks to

bruiser_in_pink for the idea. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Happy Father's Day! Edited cuz I'm a moron and forgot to list a time!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was having a hell of a day.

"Vladdie, please get off the ceiling."

"But can see betterest up here!"

"You can see on the couch, too."

"But I like the ceeeeeeeiling! Sometimes Cranky Lady with Big Pointy Thing has a kitty that sits on the ceiling with me!"

"...Alanna and Faithful aren't here anymore."

"I don't waaaaaaanna get dow --"

"VLADDIE, GET OFF THE CEILING."

A wee little boy reluctantly floated down from the ceiling to sit on the couch beside a harried-looking Rory, who firmly snugged an arm around him so he couldn't fly off, and turned on the television to something bright and loud.

[open. Vladdie's about three in people years ~~because toddlers are more fun than infants~~. And yes, he can still fly.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had the gym all set up for the first real Flag Football practice. He hoped people had gotten their voicemails or heard the radio broadcast (but not the Bo Peep bit).

John had set up a table with more copies of his handout. Two crates were on the gym floor: one containing dozens of footballs, and another with flag belts and red and yellow flags.

Willow was off to the side, being a good co-captainy type and John was pacing, eager for practice to begin.

[ooc: Open to all! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready! Willow modded with permission]

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Gym, Flag Football Practice, Sunday @ noon

First Floor Rec Room, Sunday Evening

Gym: Flag Football Practice, Sunday Noon

Third floor common room [evening]

Gym, Flag Football Practice, Sunday Noon

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