Fandom High Dormitories

After taking out more than a few NPC's in town (sorry about the outside of Cafe Luke's!), Annie decided that maybe it would be safer for her to take to the grounds with some restocked supplies, recharge a bit, and make sure she was good to go on for a while longer.

So anyone around the dorms might notice Annie sprinting across the lawn to take refuge under a tree and check her equipment.

Not dirty.


[You know you want to ping in and get paintballed/pulled into the game/yell out the window at her and blow her cover.]

Today when the girls got there, they'd find today set up like an afternoon tea. Because it was afternoon and there was tea and biscuits. Pretty self-explanatory there.

"Hi, everyone," Annie said. "First off, I wanted to tell everyone great job at the fashion show last week. You could work the catwalk like real models!" Even if they decided against pants.

And mostly seemed to hate colour. “We raised a lot of money,” Rilla said, smiling broadly. “More than the Junior Red Crosses of Glen St. Mary Lowbridge! And not just because of the time difference and subsequent inflation!”

This had not made Rilla a lot of friends at home. Raising money for charity was cutthroat. She waved her hand at the tables. “Next week is final exams, which hardly seems possible, so today I thought we could spend time to say goodbye to our senior sisters and wish them all the best in their futures.”

Annie maybe pouted a little. Look, she was off to the exciting land of community college, she was sort of sorry to be leaving here so fast now. "I know I can at least say that it's been an honor to know all you guys and help lead you in a sisterly way over the last semester, and I'm going to miss you all." And that was not at all a pause to totally not cry, nope!

Except for how she gestured for Rilla to go next because she was still pausing to totally not cry.

“Awwwww,” Rilla said, flinging her arms around Annie. “We’ll miss you too!”

That did not help with the not crying, no. So when Annie hugged her back while continuing with, "We have teeeeeea," it was really, really whiny. Sorry, girls.

It'd be very easy for Annie to hate the world right now, but how could she do that when she had prom tickets to sell? She was actually able to go! And there was voting! And while she knew there was no hope of peom queen at least that was something she had come to expect. Unlike some mail-related issues, which-

Know what, not thinking about it, not thinking about it...

Annie was here, ready to be cheery at you, and also she might sell you stuff.

"Hey, everyone," Annie began with a big smile. "We have a few ideas we wanted to tell you about, and hopefully it'll make everyone happy." Which was code for Maybe Rebecca will not complain this week.

“It seems completely impossible, but it’s been a month and we haven’t had a dance,” Rilla exclaimed. “So we’re going to change that--on Friday the 23rd, we’re going to have a--” she glanced at Annie, confirming the term, “--crush party?”

"Yes! Where as it was explained to me-" Not that she was going to say by who because sometimes Annie was bad. "-is that everyone gets five invitations to give to boys- or, girls, no judging- you want to come to the party. So you don't really need to ask anyone to come."

“Which is quite a relief,” Rilla said with a little smile, “as women in my time never do the asking. This is very...forward.”

"And some people are just too nervous to do anything like that. So you can just text them or slip the invitation under their door and don't worry about a thing!"

“If you’re very shy or think your crush might recognize your voice or handwriting, you can ask one of us here to call or place the invitation, too,” Rilla offered.

"There are a couple things we're going to need today, so we thought we could come up with a theme for the party, as a group," said Annie. "And then we can make up invitations and talk about which boys- or girls, again with the no judging- we want to invite!"

Annie had decided to take it upon herself to clean up a little bit this afternoon. You're welcome, third floor. She'd turned on the radio because music always made cleaning a little more fun, and she was done with the kitchen before she knew it.

So she went out to the living room, dusted a little and fluffed the pillows, all while bopping around the common room, and there really didn't need to be any reason not to dance around to good, peppy music, right?


[An impromptu dance party was requested, and an impromptu dance party ye shall receive. Open!]

It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. Or to get tested. So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.

"Welcome back, everybody," Annie greeted them when they were ready to start, doing a little tiny headcount. "I don't think we scared anybody off with all the baking last week, so that's a good start to the semester!" She'd say that even if they lost half their members after one week, though.

Rilla glanced up from the gray sock she was knitting as she rocked Jims’ cradle with her foot.and smiled as well. “Today, we decided to talk a little bit about giving back,” she said. “In my time, my country is fighting in a great war. The boys at the front need warm blankets and new socks, so I’ve learned to knit!”

She’d gotten much better at it, fortunately. There weren’t many soldiers out there with two heels on one foot.

Annie... was not going to be doing nearly as well. "I haven't done this ever, by the way. So if you haven't done it, don't worry, we'll get through this together. Besides, if people need socks, then it's worth learning something new to give them to them." If only one could make socks with optimism, because this was going to be interesting.

And she hadn’t even learned about double pointed needles yet! Rilla had a stack of them ready for the girls, and passed out a pattern that was written in knitting code. “We’ll start with casting on 40 stitches and dividing it out onto three needles,” she said. “And then making sure they all are facing the correct direction.”

That could take most of the meeting.

Rilla had obviously taken to speaking a different language with that, because Annie understood not a word of it. "...Ask Rilla if you have any questions!"

Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

Moddable ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

Annie was multitasking. Baby Isabella had stopped with that random screaming thing she'd been doing earlier and progressed to full-on crying, which Annie couldn't stop her from doing. She'd heard of certain things that might help, though, so after leaving her laundry to finish washing earlier, she brought Isabella down, intending to put her on top of the dryer and let it rock her to sleep or whatever.

This would have been a better idea if only the washer had washed anything at all. In fact, when she tried to take her stuff out, a bunch of things seemed to be stuck around the turny thingie inside the machine like it was purposely keeping her clothes from her.

So now there was a frustrated Annie with undone laundry and a crying droid baby. Have fun with that.


[Open, pending LJ cooperation! Some SP at work, yadda yadda.]

Annie had the very first shift in selling tickets this week, and she was manning the table today like nothing had happened over the last week or that radio had painted her as a vacation-ruiner. This was StuCo. Her personal life did not get to mess with that, thank you. She had tickets, and appropriate change, and of course there was the voting box for people to nominate their choices for homecoming court.

HOMECOMING 2011
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE!!

Of course the sign was glittery. Expect no less.

Annie had had a weird last week, and this one wasn't exactly off to a normal start, either. Sure, the weekend had been seriously messed up, what with smuggling alcohol and making out with someone she'd never even talked to before and oh yeah, dying from trying coffee just once, but at least it was over.

Then she'd woken up in a supply closet.

And then she'd gone back to the common room to retrieve her backpack from last night before going to class, and found alcohol in it. A lot of it.

At first she'd just hidden it in her room, and as long as she was away from there, it was fine. But when she'd gone back after class, she found she couldn't concentrate because she knew it was there. It wasn't that she wanted it. It was just that even in a town where Caritas didn't card and she'd reported on students smoking pot and drinking, she became really worried that she'd get in trouble for having it. Add in worry about going to tomorrow's NA meeting and wanting to share but all she had was that she got addicted to something and died from it and again with having the alcohol and then she started feeling stressed and guilty.

That was when Annie panicked and checked to make sure no one was in the common room yet, then dragged the bags of alcohol bottles to the kitchen area. And now all she had to do was pour them down the sink...

[Yes another dorms post. I know, and I'm sorry, now for the love of god, SOMEONE STOP HER.]

Annie was feeling much better today than she had yesterday, which honestly, she preferred. After listening to radio, she'd scratched some ideas off her list of things to try. Baked goods were out, for instance. Quinn did that, and if Caroline was doing that, too, forget it. Besides, Annie wanted to reach out to the people who couldn't be swayed by delicious calories.

In the early afternoon, she'd gone to the lobby and set up her table. It was pretty low-key. Besides a glittery poster on the wall behind her and some fliers and lot of colorful buttons on the bright red plastic tablecloth (better to catch people's attention), that was it.

Oh, and the sign attached to the front of the table:

HELP ME HELP YOU
What do you want from your rep? I'm listening.


[So very open. And I am going to the gym for like an hour, but don't think I won't be trying to return pings from the bike. I saw someone checking FB from the treadmill yesterday.]

Annie had decided to venture out into the common room tonight, because even if she was a little psychotic when it came to school she was perfectly capable of enjoying the last few days of her break by not doing much. She could do what any other teenager would do on a Thursday night: order a totally shareable pizza, turn on the TV, and hang out.

The TV thing would be going a lot more smoothly if she could find anything on worth watching. Mostly it was just cartoons, or Reading Rainbow, or some too-cheerful program aimed towards teaching kids something or other. Given how the Hallmark commercials had brought her to tears that one day, she knew what Fandom was up to now.

Too bad she didn't figure that out before she got to Barney. Or whatever meta-ly passes for it."Oh nooo, I'm never getting this song out of my head."

[Open like a common room! I love you, you love me...]