fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with aravis tarkheena

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

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

To say that Aravis was fascinated by the Olympics would be gross understatement. Once she had sat down to watch, she had been unable to tear herself away for very long. The abundance of ice and snow held her interest well enough, and the grace the athletes had demontrated had only compounded this.

Tonight, speed-skating and skiing both had her attention, and while -- being a citizen of a country not only not represented, but not in this world -- she was not hoping for anyone in particular, she was wincing everytime someone fell, and cheering when she was impressed by things. She also had a small bag of chocolates with her on the couch, which she'd possibly share. Especially in exchange for explanation of rules. She still hadn't exactly figured out the scoring system, aside from, "Don't fall down."

[deliver me from online homework!]

intraspective

Really, she ought to be asleep despite the ridiculously early hour. A weekend spent with little sleep and using loads of energy meant by all rights that she should be dead to the world at the moment. Ino had spent about an hour after her last class staring up at the ceiling before giving that idea up for a lost cause and wandered out to the common room to see what she could find that was entertaining enough to keep her from getting bored.

Normally Ino wasn't much of one for movies, but poking around turned up The Continuous Tale and it looked interesting enough for her to stare at while she tried to convince herself to unwind enough to actually sleep. Score!

That decided on, she made popcorn (because if she was going to do this movie thing, she was going to do it right) and curled up on the couch, hitting play. And, okay, maybe snuggle into a blanket as well. That counted as part of the whole movie thing, right? Right?

It totally did. She could even be convinced to share, if asked nicely.

[Ooopen as a common room is, yes!]

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex hadn't been down to the deck in awhile, having been spending the majority of his time on the roof. Today, though, he found himself out on the deck, lounging in one of the chairs, feet up and sunglasses on. He thought he'd be able to fall asleep, get some sun but it wasn't happening. Still, that didn't mean he was going to give up his comfortable sprawl on the chair.

Well, he could move his arms to light a cigarette and stick it between his lips so he could blow smoke out lazily. He figured since it was his last free day before he had to go back to class, he deserved a day to just sit and laze. If he got bored enough, he'd brought a book down with him but that wasn't getting used anytime soon.

[deck's an open place!]

Current Mood: lazy

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

When one was a baby cat, one found ways to entertain oneself.

Like, for instance, by chasing little fluttery things (or dust bunnies) along floors. Aravis found that when she was a leopard cub, she was worlds more interested in dust than normally. It was one such dust bunny that led her bouncing along the stairs between the third and fourth floors, trying to nab the fuzzy little thing.

Right as she reached the landing of the third floor, comic timing had its way with poor Aravis. And such was how she came to be crouched, naked, in the stairwell.

She would have screeched obscenities, but she didn't really have words to truly convey how awful this was. So she just screeched, period, doing her best to use her hair to cover...what she could, before attempting to bolt up the stairs to her room.

[...I was dared. People are TOTALLY WELCOME to interact with the shrieking naked girl, yes.]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had been somewhat irritated by her transformation, in a stunning change of pace. She was, however, grateful that she was once again somewhat attractive, and that she had located her set of simple male clothing, though it was a touch small on her. Because of course now she just had to be tall, didn't she?

In any case, she tried to approach Trenor as cautiously as she could, hoping that her smell stayed the same and he wouldn't be wary. If nothing else, she had apples, and he would never say no to those, even if from a stranger.

[open toooooo, yes.]

trigons_child

Following a discussion with Max about love, and then seeking advice from Lady Aphrodite, Raven still had questions, so she decided to consult the TV for research. Because that would be so helpful, right? She would've gone to the common room on her own floor, but Sookie ~~posted first~~ was watching something with vampires, which made Raven flaily, so she quietly fled downstairs and claimed the third floor.

She was settled on the couch, flipping through the channels. Football. No. Criminal Forensic Detectives? Ew, no. The same went for Criminal Brains. The movie called 300 seemed nothing but violence and bloodshed, and the "Video Music Awards" were just confusing.

And then she landed on the channel called "AMC" and found a movie called Top Gun. It seemed yet another movie devoted to men shooting things, this time with planes, but before she could turn the channel, a new scene began, and all she could do was stare at the TV.

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: Top Gun

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

If there was one benefit to having servants -- and Aravis, between her growing sense of independence and the reminders on her back, didn't really think there were many benefits at all -- it was having someone to groom the dog for her when she was busy with Trenor.

"Ata, really, must you roll in the hay like that?" she sighed, looking over at her dog as his head poked out of a small pile of hay, which was now clinging to his fur. She went back to grooming Trenor, who she fretted might be getting a little fat after being spoiled at home. She'd simply have to take him out more, to fix that.

[open stable is open!]

Current Mood: productive

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

If there was one thing Aravis had missed in her time away from Fandom, it was the bright, empty entertainment of the television.

Tonight, she had discovered a wonder that had gone unseen during the two years she'd already spent on the island: COPS.

She had a cup of tea and a small bag of chocolates (oh god, she'd missed chocolate), with Ata at her feet as she avidly watched the screen. "Why is he protesting? He should be punished for swearing like that! I've never heard so many beeps at once. He really should be ashamed. This is hardly honorable."

[...so I have a new book (*GLARES AT CERTAIN PEOPLE*) and might be a touch slow, but I haven't gotten Aravis out since she's been back so OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING!!!]

Current Mood: excited

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had a horse. She knew there were several others who had horses, too -- she'd said good morning to those horses when she'd carefully gotten Trenor out -- but she felt hers was the best. Clearly.

So, Aravis, her pockets full of apples, was carefully walking Trenor around the yard, and had located a mounting block (plus there was a little bit of fencing she could climb up, if she needed) for later.

[ARAVIS WILL GIVE HORSIE RIDES. So, um, open. I go into heeeeeavy SP at 4 EST though.]

Current Mood: happy

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

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

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!]]

bitchprince

He'd dragged Merlin off to hunt early that morning. Even if the boy had absolutely no instincts or abilities that were helpful in any way, Arthur did need someone to carry what he killed. Because of his arm, he hadn't been able to do it the thrilling way, crossbows and all, but traps still worked just as well.

To shorten the tale, he was now seated in the common room. He'd granted the fireplace a passing glance that was rife with relief at the familiarity and seated himself.

He was roasting rabbit meat over the fire. Arthur was perfectly capable of taking care of himself when he didn't feel like having the servants deal with it. Or he was out in the wild. Or any other circumstance of its ilk. He'd be hard-pressed to survive if he didn't.

Roughing it held an odd twinge of relief, divorced from the local madness, and joined with his reality at home.

[[ open common room! ]]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

When Aravis had woken to discover that her dog was a rather affectionate and...all right, not altogether bright young man, it had been surprising enough.

However, it occurred to her that Trenor had likely gone through a similar transition, which was why she and Ata had made their way down after leaving a message for Karal and Altra.

"Ata, no!" Aravis said, wide-eyed as she yanked his hand to prevent him from going over to sniff and do god knows what to a tree. "Be good and I'll give you human food later."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay," Ata said, beaming at her, all thoughts of the tree banished from his mind.

[specifically for the priest and the horsie, but open if you really wanna. SP after 4 EST.]

Current Mood: omfg my dog is a stupid boy

momslilassassin

Ben had ~~hidden~~ spent yesterday in his room, which was why he had his head in the fridge now on the search for something to eat.

He'd come up with a cranberry sauce and pickle sandwich.

Someone save him from himself.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: If I Didn't Have You - Amanda Marshall

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Having had a rather...eventful day (it wasn't every afternoon that a girl hatched a tiny girl with snakes for hair out of an egg, after all), Aravis was curled up comfortably on a couch in the fourth floor common room with a cup of tea.

Somehow the colder weather wasn't helping her mood, either.

Nor was the programming on the television. "I don't understand why we're supposed to care about any of these people," Aravis sighed, blowing onto the surface of her tea so that the steam would rise into her face, because in her opinion, that was far more interesting than Rumor Gal.

[LOOK AT ME WITH A MONDAY NIGHT OFF.]

Current Mood: moody. for a change.

withoutverona

Romeo ventured into the common room late Tuesday evening, drawn by a desperate need to get Halloween candy early. He found a bag of miniature Snickers and settled in on the couch, fortified with chocolates and a showing of Absolutely, Perhaps that he was pretending was drawing him in less than it did.

He was rooting for the brunette.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

It had been entirely too long since Aravis had truly appreciated her insomnia.

Which was why Tuesday evening found her curled up on the couch with a truly spectacular ~~and moddable~~ array of candy before her, and her dog lounging at her feet. Aravis hadn't settled on anything to watch, so she just plaintively flipped through channels, appreciating a few seconds of each program.

[open like a CR.]

Current Mood: blank

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

It was rare that Aravis should bestir herself again before noon on weekends, after she'd taken care of Trenor, and today was no exception.

However, bad habits like sleeping in late didn't necessarily preclude a desire for breakfast-like foods, and gods help her, Aravis was learning how to cook.

Which was why the common room found her carefully making pancakes in the early afternoon, her hair down and out of its usual plaits, her jewelry and kohl absent, and her bodice loosely laced. Saturdays were meant for being lazy, and she intended to do just that. Though, of course, she would willingly share her pancakes, lumpy and misshapen (though otherwise good, thank you) though they were. She had tea, too, but given how strongly she made it, she suspected that would be rather less popular.

[omg come keep me awake. I've been up since ridiculous o'clock. Stupid teacher certification.]

Current Mood: chipper

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg had to admit that she had been a little anti-social since the new kids showed up. She decided to make up for it by baking something. She ended up making three batches of peanut butter brownies, two more than she intended on making. Somehow she always got carried away.

She sat back on the couch with her own personal plate of brownies and turned on the TV. There had to be something good on.

[Oooopen]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

When Karal had left Andrew, he'd gone down to the stables and he'd been there ever since. Being with Trenor made him feel better, no matter what was happening, and he'd spent the day polishing tack and his horse until both gleamed.

As he leaned on the stall door, his realisation from earlier came back to him. "Altra, do you think you could go and find Aravis?"

:I don't want to leave you alone,: the 'cat protested.

"I'll be fine, Altra. Please? Trenor and I will hear anyone who comes by."

Grumbling, Altra went, Jumping out. Ten minutes later, he Jumped back. :She's on her way.:

Karal nodded and tacked Trenor up, before leading him out of his stall.

[ooc: just for the person that was fetched, please.]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was not nervous; in fact, she was rather excited that Aravis had ~~handwavily~~ agreed to show her some swordplay. She found some modern clothes that seemed like they'd make sense for such training, then got to the salle early and started to stretch out, eyeing the weapons as she worked.

She wondered if picturing Hattie would help improve her accuracy.

[OOC: Mostly for Aravis but open.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Today warranted soup.

It wasn't really the weather that had him making the soup. It wasn't even a desperate desire for something that was in the soup. He just wanted soup today, something warm and tasty and in a big enough quantity that perhaps someone else might be tempted to come by and take some. He wanted to feed someone as much as he'd wanted to cook and there was a sizable portion left.

Liir, for his part, was still working on his broom research for Ino and so was enjoying his portion on the couch in the common room with a couple of the books open around him as he scribbled things into his notebook. The books might look a little odd to anyone who'd walk in, the text blurred and hazy, but he didn't seem to be having any trouble with them.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal and Trenor had been all over the island, and now they were back where they'd started. Karal was laughing as they cantered across the grass and jumped a tipped over garbage bin.

He'd got to spend all day riding, and there were exciting places to explore and there was no one to get him in trouble for anything. This was just the best day ever.

The tilt of Trenor's ears indicated he wasn't so sure about that, but he was bearing it, and Karal, with good humour.

[ooc: open, and pony rides are totally available.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

It was a dare. It was just a silly dare, but there was an Andrew, shirtless, running, and screaming down the hall with JOHN SHEPPARD HAS GIRL HAIR written across his chest and back. He really hoped he didn't look as bloated as he felt.

[ooc: Feel free to wtf at Andrew]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Okay, so How to Be Cool Class was going to be...trying.

But that didn't matter to Luke because today there was snow!

He'd spent much of the break in Connecticut, which was why he knew the most appropriate thing to do when he went back outside (bundled beyond all reason because when it came down to it, he was still from Tatooine) was to fall backwards and make snow angels.

The giggling part was completely voluntarily.

[OOC: Come play in the snow!]

Rocks and Trees - The Arrogant Worms

Current Mood: giggly

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

It was snowing. She'd only passed one winter with the phenomenon, and when she woke to it today, she spent a rather long time just sitting at her window, looking out at it.

She'd finally dressed in a warm gown and fur-lined cloak, though, and was now just leaning against a tree out on the grounds as her dog ran around and she watched.

[open, though prone to weeeeeeeeeeeetiny bits of SP! SNOW.]

Current Mood: cold

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Inara was watching the Macy's Day parade, drinking from a large mug of tea and nibbling at some toast. She was unable to believe that this was a real activity and confused by the point of the exercise. The holiday sounded intriguing and worthwhile, but she wasn't exactly sure how to participate properly.

[ooc: Open!]

Current Mood: confused

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Armed with a bottle of water and a towel, John had headed down to the gym for his daily workout. Just because he was on vacation didn't mean he could afford to slack off. Besides, he knew it would be a while before Rodney got himself together after their trip and maybe he'd see some old friends.

Like his room, the gym was just as he remembered it. As he ran laps, John wondered if the students here still had a flag football club.

[ooc: No official practice, yet again. Also, no new pretty, but now he looks just like his icons, omg how is JF 40?]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Seely had gotten up early for reasons that nothing to do with girlfriend-enforced temporary celibacy, and immediately gone down to the gym to work off the 'excess energy'.

He was in no way imagining any Princes of Archenland's faces on the heavy bag as he punched it.

[Seely's here for one person in particular, but open for all your gymly needs.]

Current Mood: frustrated

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had briefly gone back to her room to change from her gown into some comfortable pants and a warmer shirt before grabbing Ata and heading outside to meet Cor. She'd talked to Seely about the brawl, only fair she lecture the other boy involved.

That was her pretext, but really, she mostly had missed her friend.

[for he of the matching username, but open for all your ground-ly needs]

Current Mood: nostalgic

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After being bit by gremlins and making an emergency stop at a janitor's closet that for some reason had matching costumes in their sizes, Jim, John, Gavin, and Karal made their way to the common room.

And then...

"Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop *weird finger-to-cheek popping noise*"

[OOC: They think they're a barbershop quartet. Come and get a free concert!]

bigbluekitty.livejournal.com

Anyone coming into the third floor common room would very probably find themselves being pounced on by a blue kitten trying to scare them. Unfortunately, even in this form, Sulley's roar needed some work.

The TV was on for those students who weren't animals.

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had, indeed, promised to care for Trenor while Karal was away. Not that she minded, honestly -- being in the stables was refreshing, and made her feel almost like she was back home (Archenland, not Calormen -- she hardly remembered what the interior of her father's stable looked like.) Between the smell and the soft noises of the horses, she half-expected to walk outside and find the twins tussling in the grass.

Homesickness and nostalgia were not on her agenda today, however, as she had brought treats for Trenor (as well as a few apples for the larger horse that she did not know, if he wanted them ~~as her player didn't want to mod~~.) "Sorry you had to endure that damn desert," she murmured, holding out a few cubes of sugar in her palm for Trenor. "I owe you more than this."

Yes, she was talking to animals that didn't talk back. Again. She kind of just wanted to be sure.

[mostly establishy but absolutely open for all your stable and Aravis needs.]

Current Mood: mellow

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with left over cookies, drinks and much space for the audience to watch the cheerleaders perform. Buffy would probably go out and bodily drag audience in if necessary, but she hoped the combination of cookies and short skirts would do her job for her.

ooc: ~~wait for ocd.~~ OCD is up! GO GREMLINS!

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis once again found herself camped out in the common room as curfew rolled around, this time equipped with her blanket, pillow and puppy and clearly prepared to spend the night.

However, if the confused expression on her face was any indication, she wasn't going to sleep any time soon. She tilted her head at the television as strangely-dressed individuals alternately yelled or 'sang' (she didn't feel comfortable calling that music) out at her for about three minutes, then the entire venue, band of people, and 'song' changed again.

It was bizarre. She had no idea what she could possibly be watching, or what the phrases in white at the left-hand bottom of the screen were meant to indicate.

[Aravis has discovered MTV (or MTV2, since that's where the solid blocks of videos tend to be these days.) *boreds*]

Current Mood: relaxed

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, but didn't want to be in her room when curfew hit if she could help it. So that was why a girl and her dog were sitting on the couch, watching the only thing that had caught her attention:

Telemundo.

She had no idea why the women who spoke in another language kept screaming, or why the men wouldn't stop crying.

[open like a thing]

Current Mood: content

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

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]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, and in a particularly lazy mood.

Which was why there was a lethargic Aravis lounging on one of the couches, a sleeping rat on her stomach and a puppy at her feet (when he wasn't scampering around and nosing at things in the room.)

She idly flipped through the channels, slowly polishing off the last of her candy stash.

[zomg, bored and awake all night. open!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis lounged on the couch with a much smaller assortment of candy than the last time she'd tried this. She idly flipped through channels until she hit a film about some man named James Bund, who seemed to be competent enough with his weaponry and who seemed to attract irritating women like moths to a flame.

Mmm. Violence and spies and pretty people. Aravis made herself more comfortable and settled in to watch.

[oooooooopen as common rooms so often are. :D]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was making herself dinner. Or, really, she was gathering dinner, since at this exact moment, it seemed to consist of potato chips, jelly beans, peanut butter, and some carrot sticks.

For the nutrition, of course.

Anyone who wanted to make something real would probably be very welcome.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

Current Mood: hungry

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had been out for an evening walk, and had finally settled in a common room a floor down from her usual one.

She'd begun flipping through the channels, and settled on something that made her eyes go huge. She wasn't entirely certain why the very large car things were trying to kill the smaller cars (or if you could "kill" cars, really, but they were certainly crushing them well) or why the crowds were cheering.

And sadly no matter how much she wanted to change it, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

[I blame

ambassadorinara for the fact that yes, Aravis is watching monster trucks. open!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was curled up on the couch, watching the television with a faint mixture of horror and interest.

She had discovered cartoons tonight, you see, and there was a Looney Tunes marathon on.

She had to admit that she really didn't understand why anyone would trust these ACME people anymore, considering the faulty wares they sold.

And she was torn on whether she preferred that annoying, noisy bird, or the poor stupid dog thing that seemed to be indestructible.

[open as common rooms tend to be!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis really should have known better than to sit out in plain sight in her pink clothes. But when one has a large puppy, one's not-so-large dorm room can seem awfully small.

She'd managed to find a ball somewhere, and was now amusing herself with tossing it across the common room and waiting for Seely to obediently bring it back.

It took longer than one might think, because he kept getting distracted by things like invisible dust monsters and his own tail.

Aravis, for her part, just kept talking to him as though he might answer. She had suspicions that he might actually be a talking Dog after that perplexing phone call yesterday.

[open for all your pink!Aravis-harassing/Seely-puppy visiting needs. :D]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis? Bored and unable to sleep yet again.

"Why am I watching this man cook? How is this interesting? Is he really doing a whole show on toast?" she wondered aloud, sort of fascinated by the pointlessness of watching someone cook as entertainment.

[oooooooopen like a thingie!]

not_in_the_book

Once again, there were appetising scents emanating from the fifth-floor common room. Ronan was in another cooking mood. This time, it was the rich and spicy scent of Mexican -- well, technically Tex-Mex -- food, grilling chicken, sweet chilies, and a dash of cumin, with sliced bell peppers and onions in another pan. Ronan was still chopping and preparing, but already on the counter was an array of tortillas, and various ~~moddable~~ toppings that people might wish to put on their fajitas.

(OOC: Hey, he's cooking again. Come feed your characters. Open to ALL. :D )

Current Mood: productive

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

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