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not-a-mused.livejournal.com

There was hopefully no way that Ino could begrudge Cal having her party a day late, especially since it was a far cry from being a day short. The food he had planned caused him to get some use out of that sixth floor kitchen and space, and he'd been to the task ever since he finished with Oceanography class in hopes to get it finished before everyone started showing up. If they did. He'd ~~handwavily because the mun sucks~~ passed out the invitations through everyone's door, but who only knew with the drama of yesterday.

If no one showed up, he'd have to deal with a pouting Ino. But, on the bright side, he'd have all this delicious Greek food for leftovers basically until eternity, because there was a lot of it.

He'd even decorated a little, subtly, with some occasional touch of purple. And a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO!" banner in case anyone couldn't figure out what it was all about. Throw on some music, and there it was. There was nothing to the party part. It was mostly about the food, anyway.

Oh, and Ino. Her, too.

[[ up early for great SP justice! Everyone got invites, so come one, come all, ~~but please wait for~~ some OCD has arrived! ]]

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

peace_n_war

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes.

With mouse ears on them!

And on the counter. And on the fridge door. And on the floor...

"It's supposed to go in the pan, you know."

[Common room open! Breakfast on the way!]

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

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

peace_n_war

Two figures slipped through the darkness, illuminated only by small moments of firelight when absolutely necessary, armed with their precious cargo, with several key locations set in mind.

In front of every dorm room door, in front of the teacher's offices, and heaping platefuls in the common rooms and in the cafeteria. There were even small baskets of them left in the dorm lobby, laundry room, and down in the rec room.

Fortune cookies. Freshly baked, golden, delicious-smelling fortune cookies, free for the taking. They're perfectly safe to eat, and are actually pretty tasty.

Just beware your fortune inside.

[OOC: Identity of the pranksters is NFB again, plz. The list of fortunes these two cooked up can be found here. Feel free to mod which fortune you got, react to them here, and you can find them anywhere in the dorm or school today. Enjoy!]

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.]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Once Anemone had realized how beautiful it was outside, the beginnings of a new Evil Plan had started forming almost immediately. All it needed was her current co-conspirator.

It had taken her the entire morning to track down Warren, point out all the wonderful benefits of her new plan, get back to the dorms, and (sneakily) lug their equipment up the stairs. The ammunition was heavier than she expected, especially after carrying it all the way to the roof, but this was totally going to be worth it.

Anemone surveyed their set up gleefully. "Ready to commence bombing procedures?" she asked, skipping over to peer down at the ground. "This is going to be great!"

Those going in and out of the dorms had best beware of falling water balloons filled with last week's mix of glitter and tinsel!

[OOC: Up early for SP/timezone reasons, and takes place after this is done, as attacking a victory-burning is totes sacrilegious. The partner-in-crime is again modded with permission.]

Current Mood: evil!

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

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone had tinsel.

She had boxes of tinsel; dozens of boxes she had taken outside and filled up before lugging back up the stairs to the common room.

She also a blender. And glue. Possibly more glitter, ribbon, and plastic bags than should ever exist in a single space.

Anemone was making glitter-bombs.

[open!]

Current Mood: devious

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

It was a beautiful day outside, so Anemone had taken her paints to the roof of the dormitory, hoping for some peace and quiet as she worked on the painting she had begun yesterday.

She breathed in the lovely air and smiled as she set brush to paper, praying she would be left alone to finish her work. Her classmates were too boisterous to understand True Art.

[OOC: Looking for one, but open roof is open.]

Current Mood: artistic

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone asked.

Beside him, the coffee pot was brewing. The coffee maker was noisy, drowning out the sound of the radio, and Ichigo kept eyeing it warily, hoping it wasn't going to blow up or something.

[[Open. Really.]]

Current Mood: busy

sith_happened

After a bath (Anakin's idea) and a stop to wrap Luke completely in bubble wrap (Luke's idea, but Anakin wasn't exactly objecting after watching Luke jump off his bed, his desk, the top landing of the stairs, and the kitchen table), Luke and Anakin were now out in front of the dorms.

Luke yanked on Anakin's hand. "X-Wing, Daddy!" he demanded.

"Very well," Anakin said, laying down on the ground. "Arms out," he said.

Giggling, Luke putting his arms out straight as Anakin balanced Luke over his head.

"Now the other part," Luke demanded, looking down at him and making starfighter noises.

Anakin grinned up at him, then reached into the Force and pushed Luke straight into the air, where he flew to just about level with the tree tops.

Luke shrieked with glee as he was safely caught. "AGAIN!"

[OOC: Open for anyone whose weetiny would be interested in the Jedi version of airplane.]

Current Mood: amused

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]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassandra led the way from the roof to the stairwell, still lightly holding River's hand. Just moving across the roof was a dance in itself as she spun her partner just a bit.

"Dancing on the railings" River had said. Cassandra beamed. There were six floors of them. This was going to be fun.

She turned to her partner in crime with a smirk. "Ready?"

[ooc: Cass and River will be dancing down the stairs. Anyone is welcome to find them on the way down!]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Just because she was completely oblivious and had messed up the flower-holiday didn't mean Anemone couldn't try to make it right. Which is why she had commandeered the common room, spreading her equipment out all over the counter.

Cookies solve everything, especially cute cookies, and if there's one thing she can do well, it's bake.

[The baking party is open for your enjoyment!]

Current Mood: determined

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

intraspective

There was snow. Ino didn't have any classes today.

Together this meant that, clearly, it was a day to play in the snow. And this time she was properly bundled up and wearing the hat and scarf Annette had given her for Christmas. At the moment Ino was entertaining herself by making snowballs and stockpiling them.

The first person she saw was totally getting a snowball lobbed at them.

[Open! So very open!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Karal had said he could.

And someone else had mentioned that this place was in an ocean. An ocean! The very idea of it. He couldn't help but think of Kumbricia and the flood, of all that water rushing in, more water than he'd ever seen in his life, and great churning waves like the ones that had taken Dorothy's parents, or so she'd said. The Witch had mentioned Restwater a time or two, as had Dorothy, but he'd never seen such a thing.

That was why he was on the broom. And because Karal had said, blatantly, that he could. And that way, he was up high away from the ocean. Up high, so he could see it and get a view and really see if there was no land within sight in one direction, or if someone had lied to him.

He wouldn't put it past anyone, after all.

It was good to fly, good to be free of the earth and free of concerns and just plain free. He'd have to land eventually, since his stomach was rumbling and he'd need to go get some of the food he'd taken from the picnic out of his little hiding place in the room (Karal had mentioned a cafeteria, but why not plan for all eventualities?), but for now, he was a creature of Air.

[very much open for anyone, air or ground]

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassndra hadn't spent much time in the salle, really. It had always seemed too... public somehow (despite the fact that she sometimes practiced on the roof or the lawn, both fairly public places). But she'd been feeling restless lately and... public might well be good. If she were lucky someone might show up she could spar with.

Until and unless that happened she planned to simply go through her morning routine.

[ooc: Open and stuff!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was bored. Johnny overturned two empty trash cans and laid a piece of board across the top. Then, because yes, he was bored, he made a bunch of paper people, lining them up across the wooden plank. For their sake, he didn't try to name them.

Sitting on the couch, one by one he sent a fireball towards them, torching them, watching them lift in the air and burn until there was nothing left. Yes, he was playing with fire but he was very safe, really. Nothing was catching on fire except for his mini-paper people. How cool was that?

"Yes! Take that you with the cur--" No, he wasn't going to say it cause he didn't mean it. Seriously. He did not name his paper dolls, come on!

[common room is totally open.]

not_in_the_book

Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack had taken over the common room, had nearly cleared out the pie supplies section of the store, and was elbows deep in flour.

This was his memorial service. One week ago, Bart was making pies. Now, Jack was making some in his honor.

There was a sketch of Bart in one corner with a candle burning in front of it.

[Open as common rooms are. Pies are moddable.]

fastestkidalive.livejournal.com

Bart was making pie.

Why Bart was making pie might be a mystery unless you were the owner of a panduppy named Gulliver. But there he was. Whipping cream for the top of a pumpkin pie.

He might be going a little over board, but super speed made a person board easily and the different types of pie kept him busy. He missed his pie class.

[[OOC: Open, as common rooms are. Pies are moddable!]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was an exciting Monday afternoon in the common room. There was a Space Battles marathon on the movie channel and absolutely no classes to worry about.

Andrew and John were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the program. And probably geeking out a little. "Dude, Hanno totally shot first, I hate when they show the special edition," John complained. Okay, a lot.

[ooc: Open like a...CR!]

Current Mood: dorky

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

(Open!)

Current Mood: chipper

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was partially bored and Turtle had been sitting in her room, trying to think of even more ways to try to situate herself in a standing where she'd be a good, easy choice for her fellow sophomores to vote in to represent them in the student council. A small rumble from her stomach and a reminder of her sweet tooth had the perfect idea: food, of course! Sweet, to be specific! Cupcakes!

There was one problem. Turtle wasn't exactly much of a cook. Bad cupcakes could have bad results. She considered just going to J,GOB, getting some, and sharing them, but that didn't seem to reflect well on her tenacity. She thought a little harder.

Oh, sure, there were still J,GOB cupcakes there, yes, for those who wouldn't want to wait. But Turtle had also picked up a great many supplies for the opportunity for people to make their own cupcakes to their own tastes, the things scattered all around the kitchen and a ridiculous amount of pans and toppings and everything. Quite a nice spread. And, subtly, a seemingly unfinished "Vote for Turtle" sign placed on the counter, as if Turtle had merely just paused her work for the 'spontaneous' cupcake smörgåsbord.

Now, hopefully some people who could actually make them well would show up. Currently, though, Turtle was trying her hand at ultra-sugar-Pixi-Stix-Gumboreo Cupcakes.

[[ open! come! Make cupcakes! ~~bonus points for exploding ones~~ ]]

smartestone

As was becoming almost habit, Hermione headed down to the gym early to help set up for the bi-annual club fair. Tables were set up for each club, with chairs for the club heads to sit behind, so they could explain their clubs and get people to use the clipboards on the table to sign up.

There was a refreshments table, and Hermione was around if anyone had any questions.

[~~Wait for the blissfully small OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was far too used to having class five days a week. She had on her pj's (a green tank top and Neptune High cheerleader shorts) and was lounging on the couch. One leg was laid out in front of her and the other was hanging off the side of the couch. Not the most lady-like of poses, but she was feeling lazy. She was flipping through the channels, hoping there was something decent on.

"Oooh! Blue Planet!"

[Tis open...yo]

Current Mood: bored

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

It had taken Dick a half hour to bunny hop from Umbridge's office to the second floor of the dorms. He was breathing pretty heavily by the time he got to the common room and was in desperate need of a soda. Or better yet, a beer.

"I-" *hop* "-am going-" *hop* "-to kill-" *hop* "-that AAAH!"

Luckily Dick fell face first on the couch, not the floor. He decided not to move from that spot because hopping was pretty damn tiring.

[Open, of course]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone was vexed. No, she was beyond vexed. The crazy lady’s constant announcements were getting on her nerves, and violence was not a reasonable solution. Yet.

So she’s sitting on the floor of the common room, making various origami creations while Gulliver watches Animal Planet on the television.

[[ooc: Open! Anemone’s got tons of origami paper, so join in! Although you may have to fight Gulliver for the remote, we’re pretty sure he’s sitting on it.]]

Current Mood: annoyed

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had reached returned from the clinic with the idea of geting a few hours of decent sleep. Unfortunately she'd reaced the point of being so over-tired that she couldn't sleep. So she wandered out to the common room to stare at the TV.

Extreme Home Makeover probably wasn't the greatest choice, but she was too tired to go look for the remote.

Current Mood: tired

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana curled up on the couch and skimmed through channels for something to distract her. She finally settled on a movie about a shy girl who wants to break into the music industry and in the mean time works at a pretty wild bar. Not award winning material, but nice fluff.

[Open as common rooms are!]

falcon-or-blade.livejournal.com

Faile sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of the TV. She tucked her divided skirts around her bare feet and leaned forward a bit more.

"Do it again," she commanded John who sat on the couch behind her, holding the remote control.

[[Open!

ltcolkirk modded with permission.]]

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Entries tagged with anemone

Sixth Floor; Late Tuesday Afternoon and On! [ 09/24 ] -- Ino's Birthday Party!

Lawn of the Dorms | Late, Late, Late Night (2am EST)

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

The dorm lawn- Wednesday night at 2 am

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Early, Early Morning, Throughout the Dorms and School

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

The Roof, Late Saturday Afternoon

The Dorm Bathrooms, [Bleeping] Early O'Clock in the Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Weds Evening

The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

2nd floor common room - Morning

Dorm Grounds [all afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

The Dorm Stairwell - Vaguely morning-ish

Second Floor Common Room - Thursday Afternoon

The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

The Dorm Lawn, Friday Morning

- In the airspace above the grounds - Sunday afternoon -

The Salle, Saturday

2nd floor common room, Tuesday after classes

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday after the Memorial [2007.11.17]

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Night

Fifth Floor Common Room: Monday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Night.

Club Fair- The Gym- Thursday after classes

Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Night

Party on the roof, Dorm roof, Friday night

2nd Floor Common Room - Wednesday Afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room, after lunch

Fourth Floor Common Room, Evening

3rd floor Common Room: Sunday morning [7-8-07]

Second floor common room - Friday afternoon

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