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fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]

Current Mood: relaxed

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

There was not a Hannah Montana concert tonight. It had been canceled because Hannah Montana had not shown up at the venue. It wasn't really her fault. She had tried to convince the limo driver over the phone that she really was Hannah but somehow he had not believed her. Jerk.

So now Miley was dressed in her sparkliest dress and the Hannah-wig was perched crookedly on top of her head. Sitting in front of the TV in the common room, she was singing along with commercial jingles. "Expedia, dot coooooom!"

[ooc: Open! Miley will gladly tell anyone her secret identity tonight because I'm evil like that. ]

twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com

It was with great seriousness that Zachary Uriah Addy made his way to the common room, dragging a cart piled almost as high as he was with books and pieces of lab equipment behind him.

While most kids believed the weekend was a time for cartoons, he knew it was also a time for SCIENCE!

After turning on the television, Zack sat next to his cart, opened a book and began to assemble...something...

[Open as common rooms are.]

Current Mood: working

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

the_merriest

After Hamlet's party, Rikku wandered into the third floor Common Room, fiddling idly with the TV thing and wondering if Hades had been making up those Jeopardy clouds after all.

She quickly got frustrated with the remote, which wasn't working at all, for no discernible reason. "What is wrong with you, anyway?!" she asked it angrily. "And why is nothing ever on? How can you have that many channels and all of them be boring? And where are those stupid Jeopardy clouds?! Was he just teasing?! Why don't I get to play with that fun question thing? Heyyyy ... did it just start??"

[OOC: Open. Question game is in full effect, please come play! And the remote? The batteries are dead, she just doesn't know to check that.]

Current Mood: frustrated

chasingangela

After her Sociology of Space Travel class, Angela came back to Room 304 to unwind. Idly, she began to pour the glitter she had bought from Turtle from one hand to the other, watching it glint in the late-afternoon sun.

A moment later, her eyes popped open wider. //Well, THIS won't do,// Marie Antoinette said, in Austrian-accented French, as she looked down at Angela's t-shirt and overalls.

It was uncivilized, getting dressed without a maid, but the princess was resourceful under pressure. She pulled on the most elaborate dress and highest heels she could find (last year's prom outfit), piled her hair on top of her head, and went in search of anyone who could get her back to Versailles.

She got as far as the Common Room before being distracted by a soap opera on the TV -- it was like an opera, only tiny and in English and with better music! Which was why, if you were so inclined, you could find the queen of France sprawled on the sofa, eating miniature Butterfingers by the handful while she waited for her toenails to dry.

[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was quietly boggling at the little girl sitting beside him on the couch. At least he'd managed to take off his tuxedo from yesterday and after some major bargaining he had gotten Marybeth to agree to eat lunch on the condition that she got ice cream as dessert.

He had a lot to learn about parenting.

Current Mood: surprised

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Robert Goulet was stealthing through the hallways.

Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.

Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!

He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.

[Okayyy! I lack photoshop-fu like woah, so Jack's just Jack with a really bad fake moustache. Seriously, it's bad, held on with tape or something. But he thinks he's Robert Goulet. Ping in here with a link if he can come into your post-lunch post and mess with your stuff! Or just throw a comment here to run into him in the hallways - and specify please if they're carrying stuff with which to mess - or for your character's room if you wish your stuff to be messed with there, and he shall arrive!

No matter what they do, he will react as if your character was near comatose from low blood sugar. He can only be banished by eating something (it doesn't have to be nuts)! Then he will flee, flee from his bane! Or, you know, wander off if he gets bored.]

swerval_zero

Zero set up camp at a card table with a hand-lettered sign on the front:

EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE!
Sign this petition to show you want Alec to stay
Get a discount on admission to my new movie!

He does not have hairy toes!

It's not a bribe, it's an incentive.

Oh, yeah, she also had a basket of lollipops for petition-signers.

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Hunching down in the couch and trying to appear inconspicuous in a way that a six-foot-tall woman giant dressed in a leather skirt, man's dress shirt, and no bra or shoes, cannot, Seely flipped through the channels trying to find a movie to watch. He eventually settled on a taping of an amateur production of Twelfth Night.

[Open!]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Suffering from the "Death Flu" from most of the week has made Marty a little stir crazy. Enough that when his temperature finally dropped and he could walk without having to lean against the wall for support, he made his way down to the common room with a care package from Camilla.

The care package itself contained multiple pairs of wools socks, A Bitterwoman DVD collection, a very small wok and a brochure for an exercise bike.

Damn that was one weird chicken.

So anyone wandering into the lounge at this particular time would no doubt find Marty under a knitted wool blacket with a wool sweater and socks watching Bitterwoman and a wok on his head.

[open]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

It had been a busy day of classes and Neil was still a bit unsettled from the subject matter of Ethics. While some of the rumors started and flung around had been funny, it was also a stark reminder of the power of words and perception.

Dropping off his books in his room, Neil sifted out the ones he needed for Traditional Fairy Tales and then he decided to head back to the common room for a bit. He'd seen enough of the inside of his dorm room this past weekend and felt a change of scenary ~~and the chance to observe some of the post AU weekend awkwardness~~ might be a nice change of pace.

The TV didn't really interest him, so he flipped on a radio and made some popcorn. As microwaves were still a bit of an oddity for him, he made the popcorn the old fashion way, on the stove with oil, salt and fresh butter and he probably made way too much. Shrugging, he dumped it all together into a large bowl, which he placed on the table near the couch he flopped upon. Opening his books and perching his reading glasses on his nose, Neil put his feet up on the opposite cushion and set about doing some extra credit.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be.]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/

It's Weiss's 17th birthday and he's providing chocolate cake and (moddable) soda! There's even some vegan cupcakes if you're so inclined. This shindig is open invite, so come on down.

[OOC: ~~I will be in and out for a bit, so count on Weiss's threads to be slowplay until after 8 and then full-on party mode after that~~ I'm here!]

ETA: Oh yes, there's actually a sign up that indicates party and free cake, if your character needs a reason to wander in. I forget details.

Current Mood: happy

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

nadiathesaint

The strangest thing had just happened. One moment, Nadia had been with Pippi in the stairwell headed back to her room and it had been sometime around noon, and the next, they'd walked into her room to discover it was actually late evening.

Weeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiird.

So now, Nadia was chilling on the common room couch, pondering the mysteries of the universe and trying to figure out if she could improvise something for her shoulder, or if she'd have to go back to the clinic for a new brace.

[ooc: open]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After his last class, Marty decided that the best thing that his fellow students needed was some decent food and beverages in order to celebrate their survival over the weekend.

Heading over the causeway he found a small Indian restaurant and bought just about everything they head on the menu before returning to the second floor common room and setting up the food for all to enjoy.

[open]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.

[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]

Current Mood: recumbent

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

After getting back from the Wilson family Thanksgiving, Blair had spent most of Sunday sleeping off his Turkey overdose. Now he was bored and flipping through the channels in the common room, trying to find something interesting.

"Oooh! Mythbusters!"

[ooc: open, of course!]

[ETA: This post now with 100% more boykissy!]

swerval_zero

For Friday the thirteenth, Zero had decided to have an impromptu scary movie marathon. She set up an array of snacks, including popcorn, pizza, soda, and candy, and stacked her DVD offerings on the coffee table.

Today's movies include...

Death in a Fence
Death in a Fence 2: The Fencening
Butterflies of Hate
Bastard Fish
Sheep With Cold Ears
and
Dancing in Blood

Zero decided to start with that perennial classic, A Bunch of Losers Arguing Over Who Gets To Be Zero. It was her favorite.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was intensely bored. So bored that he was sitting in the common room juggling the hackeysacks he'd picked up earlier at All and Sundries and eating popcorn. The television was tuned to the ~~Hitler~~ ~~Future~~ History Channel for yet another documentary on WWII.

He probably won't bite your head off if you want to change channels.

[ooc: As common rooms are, it is open.]

chasingangela

Angela sat cross-legged near the edge of the roof and peered over the railing. It was a cool night, perfect for her pasttime of sipping from her thermos of tea and scribbling in a notebook -- the kind of night that always made her more than a little thoughtful.

She was content to be alone, though she wouldn't mind someone to appreciate the night with.

[OOC: Open.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty was a very busy boy today. Early in the morning he had headed over the causeway and came back with various types of wine, cocktail ingredients and various types of tapas dishes that he has now spread out on the counter in the kitchen area of the common room.

Several candles have been lit and soft music is playing.

Nothing like an impromtu dinner party for everyone to enjoy.

[ooc: open to all]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

After a good all-out run around the island and a shower, Anders set up camp in the second floor common room for the night. Several large boxes from Pizza Planet were stacked up on the end table next to a bowling-pin setup of soda bottles, and the TV was tuned to Gelmoore Gals, mostly as background noise.

As for Anders, he was curled up on the couch, absentmindedly munching on slices of pizza and trying not to get too much grease on the pages of Plato's Symposium as he read.

smartestone

There are several tables set up all around the gym, one for each club. The names of the clubs are written neatly on posterboards taped to the front of their corresponding tables. There are chairs for the club heads to sit in, clipboards for signups on every table, and enough room for flyers, brochures, or whatever someone might want to pass out to advertise their clubs.

The doors to the gym open, letting students in to the second FH club fair.

[Wait for the OCD. *braces self* OCD is up. Go play. Schedule and info here.]

chasingangela

Angela woke up in a good mood.

And hungry. Very hungry.

Which is why she was currently making a batch of banana-nut muffins in the common room and watching a talk show on TV. It was featuring makeovers on Goth teenagers; Angela scowled at this a tiny bit as she measured out walnuts and preheated the oven.

[OOC: Post is open.]

grenfelzer.livejournal.com

Having nothing better to do, Carmela was sprawled on a couch in the common room, channel surfing. Not so unusual.

What *was* unusual was the *way* she was doing it. The remote sat off to the side, untouched, and the TV was apparently changing channels on its own, every time Carmela said "No."

[ooc: a note about the Speech. It's in italics, and since it's the language of *everything*, your character will most likely hear whatever's being said as in their native language. If they listen especially carefully or have an ear for languages, they might be able to tell there's something unusual about it, though.]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being ~~a dumbass~~ curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]

Current Mood: confused

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Isabel felt like cooking for the masses, but the first day of school seems like reason enough. After Interstellar Relations, she made a quick ~~handwaved~~ trip to town to pick up supplies. Now the music is playing and she's making chicken parm and pasta for whoever wants it.

[Free food! Do I have to say it? Open!!!! Now in the right spot.]

Current Mood: chipper

chasingangela

Having rummaged through every drawer in Angela's room to no avail, the gremlin-bitten girl went to what looked like some kind of living room. She climbed up on the counter and started poking through the cabinets; there had to be alcohol somewhere.

After all, this was, like, some fancy boarding school, right?

chasingangela

As was becoming a tradition, Angela skipped the new student orientation because she hated crowds.

But she was a little curious about the shiny new people, so she went out to the common room late Sunday. Even if no one wandered in, she could have cookie dough ice cream and watch The Z-Cases.

Life was good.

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip lay on the couch, hat over his face, snoozing.

He looked like he was enjoying a nice break from his homocidal psycho street cat.

He could probably be woken and even interuppted for something interesting enough.

_[[Open!]]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was on the couch, surrounded by snacks and eagerly anticipating the newest Wormhole X-treme episode. She adjusted the long sleeve of her shirt to make sure the bandages were covered and took a pull from her liter bottle of water--as you do after significant blood loss.

Then she settled in to be squeeful--it was possible she had a small crush on Doctor Levant, who hadn't been on in a couple of weeks. What could she say? Tall brainy guys were hot. Plus, this way she didn't have to think about the last few days, which was all of the good.

[ooc: Open to all, but no spoilers because lots of people won't get the new ep for months, or at least until tomorrow.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly was glad to see that no one was using the kitchen on the third floor. She'd stopped by Dawn's room after a ~~handwavey~~ trip into town for supplies and it just seemed easier to use the kitchen on Dawn's floor since it was right here and available.

She set her bags with the ingredients for cookies on the counter and began looking for mixing bowls and cookie sheets. "I got enough so that we can make a double batch," she said to Dawn. "That way we don't have to worry about eating too many of the ones I'm making for Charlie to send to his friend. As long as we end up with about two dozen for him, all the rest are fair game." She grinned at Dawn over her shoulder.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Friday night found Dean ensconced on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. There was popcorn and plenty of other snacks within reach and the tv was on, tuned to Spooky Things. Dean had no more plans for the evening than to sit back, munch on junk food and heckle all the mistakes the show made in what hunting was really like.

[OOC:open like an open thing]

Current Mood: lazy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had had a very quiet day after basketball practice, so in an effort to fix that he took a stack of DVDs, a ton of microwave popcorn, and even a tray of cupcakes, and headed out to the common room.

He popped in an Eddie Izzard show and settled back to watch. Hearing about Noah on a speedboat in the Sea of Galilee wasn't exactly giving him a solid foundation in Thirteenth Colony religions, but hey.

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn sat on the floor in front of the television with a large bowl of Cocoa Krispies, watching cartoons.

After the weirdness of yesterday, she needed some comfort.

[ooc: Open to all!]

Current Mood: confused

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

willbedone.livejournal.com

When Willow woke up she knew at once what she had to do and where she had to be. Also she knew that she was Nadia. Which was not so much true but at least it accurately represented her state of mind.

Which is why, after running some errands, she was now on the roof of the dorms with her backpack and a pastry box beside her.

This was also why she felt an urge to sing.

Now the thing with Willow is that 1) she couldn't sing and 2) she had no idea what songs Nadia sang while she was up on the roof doing her roof-singing thing.

Willow was nothing if not a girl who innately tried to do her best anyway.

( So she sang... )

"Nadia" nodded in satisfaction at what she felt was a roof-singing job well done, and sat and waited to see if anyone felt like joining her.

[open!]

Current Mood: confused

chasingangela

Angela had spent most of the weekend holed up in her room, deliberately working her way through a Francesca Lia Block anthology and emerging only to sip oversweetened coffee and gaze soulfully at fruit salad.

But all good things must come to an end. Which is why she was in the common room, watching an I Love the 90's marathon on VH-1 and hoping someone would tell her she doesn't look that goofy.

Company would be welcome.

[OOC: Open post.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was sitting outside on the school grounds. A determined look was on her face.

Beside her? A seven-inch wood turtle with a small, lightweight basket tied to its shell with wrapping paper ribbon. In the basket was a piece of coal.

"Okay, Shelby," Willow said, trying to be encouraging. "I know this is a whole new world for you and not the sort of thing you'd normally do in the average wood turtle day, but if you'd just give it a try you may just like it. Please? For me?"

Shelby the wood turtle simply blinked at her.

Willow realized this might take a while.

At least she'd gotten her form approved.

[ooc: open!]

Current Mood: quixotic

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.

[ooc: open for interaction]

Current Mood: relaxed

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty has all the things you need for a campfire. Hot Dogs, S'more ingredients, The clash blaring from his portable stereo and most importantly: Cool beverages.

[ooc: Open like a thing that's open. Possibly like a door but with more openess]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Even the threat of storms was not stopping Bridge from preparing for another outdoor movie night. After a ~~totally handwaved~~ trip into town for the neccessary supplies, he sets up a tarp between Pangolin and Koala cabins before once again putting up the bedsheet on the wall.

He's got the fire going, a pile of blankets for people to use, and there's plenty of snacks as well as coffee and hot chocolate in thermoses.

Space Battles, the original trilogy, *not* the prequels, is playing.

[ooc: open like an open thing that is open!]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Oh, yay. Another night of lockdown. Armed with his cellphone and laptop to aid in communication, Bridge is once again camped out on a couch in the second floor common room. He's flipping through channels on the TV set, hoping to find something interesting to watch. No luck so far.

[ooc: open!]

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