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cursedconman.livejournal.com

Cassel had been taking the shy outcast persona he took on at the picnic a little too seriously for his own taste. Sure, it kept people from asking questions but it did get kind of boring after a while. So when the boredom got too much to handle, Cassel decided to spend some time in his floor's common room.

After fishing around the pantry for some chips, Cassel flopped down on the couch to watch TV. He ended up finding some movie where cops were trying to track down a serial killer. The gloves worn at the various crime scenes made Cassel feel at home.

[Open CR is open, yes]

stars_and_money

Jeremy was getting a fake little sibling tomorrow. He was pretty pumped about it, because his three elder siblings and a twin sister meant he'd never been a big sibling before. Even a fake one. And he was taking this new responsibility very seriously.

By lounging on a common room sofa, sipping coffee and dictating stuff into his phone about everything he thought he should remember to tell the new kid.

"-- oh, and the deer? Are apparently actually that color just by nature."

Now if he could only get someone to type his ramblings out and make a coherent list of them by tomorrow.

[ooc: Open common room!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

As Rilla was practically fifteen right now, she felt quite grown-up enough to attempt to light the campfire by herself and managed without setting anything other than the kindling ablaze. In a long-ish skirt and multiple layers, this was a trickier business than you might imagine.

She settled herself onto a comfortable log, stared starry-eyed into the campfire (it reminded her of good times with her family on the shore when they burned all of the debris that washed up over the winter) and began singing a Scottish air from home.

Her voice was surprisingly good for someone who wasn't prone to singing in public, but around a campfire, such a thing was expected along with ghost stories and toasted bread.

She'd provide the bread if someone else had ghost stories.

[OOC: So very open!]

Current Mood: happy

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Today Wesley felt like being outside. He didn't much mind where exactly, which was why he ended up wandering around the campgrounds, weaving between cabins in search of something to do. It had been a little while since he'd managed to get himself up and about, but today was the day and he was eager to make good use of it. The weather was nice and there was social interaction to be had.

Antsy? Him? Not at all.

[[oooopen!]]

lockestheway

Peter had actually gotten up a hell of a lot earlier that morning (to talk to Val about their strategies for tomorrow's essays, obviously) but since it was a Saturday, he had a hunch the other students would still be in their nests. He didn't make it out for breakfast - or really, brunch - until noon as a result, and walked the extra few feet to the main campfire just to keep things even.

He lit up the campfire with a brief thought towards little firebug Val, tossed a bag of marshmallows aside, and began to pry open the plastic packaging on a bunch of hotdogs. Combined with the buns, he'd be having brunch just fine, thanks, and might draw out some of the more interesting people around here.

[[ open! ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It being a Wednesday with very little to do but plenty of exploring and treasure hunting and trying to hunt down that Jim for her overdue ride on his surfboard, Ariel slept in and then, when she woke up late that morning, got out of bed, stretched, showered, and then headed out to the main campfire. Under one arm was a bunch of marshmallows; the other held some graham crackers and chocolate bars, and she got a fire...ugh, what's the word? BURNing in the fire pit. She then went and found several sticks that looked long enough and took to the task of plopping marshmallows on them and thrusting them into the fire.

S'Mores! Breakfast of champions!

Of course she had plenty to share and, even if no one showed up to partake, well, then, that just meant more for her.

[[ open campfire is open, of course! ]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan hadn't really gotten a chance to get out and enjoy himself since getting back. He'd climbed out of the grave, gotten his ass beat by three girls and gone to classes. He was hoping to fix that tonight since he didn't have any classes for the rest of the week and he was feeling exceptionally lazy. There was the thought of going out to drink but it was still pouring down fucking rain and Nathan didn't feel like going the drowned Irishman way.

Instead, he'd ordered in. He'd gotten himself an entire pizza because he felt like he couldn't really eat enough since coming back from the dead. He didn't want to starve to death or anything like that.

Once said pizza had arrived, Nathan had taken it down to the common room (aww, first visit since coming back from the dead) and flopped down on the couch. He propped his feet up and turned on the telly, finding the first entertaining thing he could. If that happened to be a cartoon about a yellow sponge, so what? Nathan was kind of fucking fascinated by the things Americans considered good television.

[Open CR!]

Current Mood: recumbent

lockestheway

The first thing Peter had done when the island moved was-- well, check his bottle of water, just to make sure no one'd slipped anything in it to turn him as nuts as half the people he'd met here so far.

The second thing he'd done was check and see if his internet connection was still holding. If this insane place messed up his plans - and that was starting to look like a distinct possibility - he was going to--

What, exactly?

The question kept bothering him. He didn't like it when he couldn't fully oversee all the possible consequences of something; it made planning for all the contingencies all but impossible.

But the internet connection was holding, and the weather was better than it had been. So on Wednesday morning he finally trudged out with his desk in hand and sat himself down on the deck. The flat little display produced a colorful screen through a holographic emitter that Peter could manipulate with his fingers.

He was doing his routine daily check of all the big blogs, poking around to see if anyone had responded to Demosthenes and Locke's latest essays. And doing up a nice, healthy, respectable tan in the process.

At least that couldn't go horribly wrong.

[[ open! ]]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had spent some time making sure her room was nice and neat so as not to bother her roommate. Back when she'd lived with the pack her room had been a mess of clutter, but when she'd moved to her mom's she'd kept everything spotless, doing her best to be a good girl and not make any trouble anywhere. She figured she'd better do the same here.

Still, everything was clean and it was the last day of the weekend, so she'd made her way to the common room and made some hot chocolate and a ton of popcorn before settling in to channel surf until she found a good movie or show to settle on.

[Open common room is open!]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

So much for starting her summer by never leaving the beach! While Ariel certainly had no problem swimming in colder water (what? You think it's warm at the bottom of the ocean?), she did have a problem with the fact that, by now, she'd planned to soak up a lot of nice warm sand and she was heavily behind on her quota. It would have truly sunk her mood if it wasn't for the excitement of all the new kids keeping her afloat.

Still, she just couldn't stand it anymore, so, feeling the need to swim, she grabbed her sea shells, her cute green bikini bottom, and a really fluffy bright towel and headed downstairs that evening to hit up the pool. Sometimes, the chlorine bothered her, but she did love how deep it was, and the incredibly comforting, weightless feeling of being surrounded by water. It was a feeling of home, and it had been a while since she'd really gotten to just spend a long time swimming around.

Who needed sleep when you had water, anyway?

[[ open pool is totally open! I need to post her here more often, really ]]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had noticed plenty of new faces and in an effort to make the ones on her floor feel particularly at home, had gone to J,GOB and picked up some cupcakes to go with the tea she was brewing. (Rilla was also learning the extent of her baking prowess and icing wasn't among her talents yet.)

She'd ignored the television, but had found the only radio station around that played music she found particularly interesting to listen to, so if you were wandering past the fifth floor common room, you'd hear the kettle shrieking and the sound of jazz playing.

Rilla was ahead of her time on music--just a few decades behind the rest of the school.

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

Current Mood: amused

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

It might be Cinco de Mayo to some people, but to Dolf it was a more important day. Not that he would have gotten very gung-ho about it if he'd still been back home-- not that this was technically all that gung-ho, because all he'd done was put out some snacks and tuck a few plastic red-white-and-blue Dutch flags behind the furniture-- but it was still important.

It was Liberation Day back home right now. And-- well, with everything that happened to Triela, he wasn't in the most festive mood. But he should be, today of all days, especially after he'd kept two minutes' silence during the Day of the Remembrance of the Dead yesterday. He still possessed a keen sense of historical perspective.

So: flags, snacks, and the one live stream of one of the Liberation Festivals that he could find. He'd find some joy in himself for the sake of freedom today, even if it killed him.

[[ open! ]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

This whole not having classes thing wasn't Wesley's favorite thing in the world, but whatever, he'd deal. The effect of not having any work to do was that he found himself in the common room with absolutely nothing to keep him occupied. He wandered around the room for a bit, then happened upon a shelf of books in the storage closet. That was a little random, but okay.

He eventually came up with a textbook. Written in Portuguese. Okay, sure. Learning Portuguese seemed as good a way to spend the day as any.

[[common room is, of course, open. this is me studying. shh.]]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

dontvotemeout

Jason and Momoko had agreed to take turns with their droid baby, and since he didn't have any classes on Tuesdays, the baby had gone into Jason's care today. Things hadn't been so bad for most of the day, and Jason had made the mistake of thinking that this week would be fairly easy. That, of course, had been when the baby started crying and just. wouldn't. stop. He'd finally managed to get it to stop making noise by holding and cradling it, but every time he put the baby down, it started to wail again.

So, he was sitting on the couch now with a droid baby cradled between his cast and his chest, and a freshly delivered pizza sitting next to him. Making dinner in this state had seemed like a recipe for disaster.

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was just planning on spending some time in the common room reading now that his books were back to normal. The second he stepped into the room, a tiny arrow hit the floor by his feet. Then another flew a good eight inches above his head.

Bruce noticed the arrows were coming from a small cherubic creature across the room. "Shoo," Bruce said, half expecting it to be a gremlin in a horrifyingly accurate costume. The mini-cupid shot another arrow that went nowhere near Bruce. So Bruce whipped his book just past the cupid's head to put the fear of himself into it. The cupid scurried off as Bruce retrieved his book.

He didn't give it much more thought as he settled in to read about the history of cricket. But it was still out there somewhere. Lurking. Waiting to shoot someone with an arrow, only it wasn't as deadly as that might sound. Dun dun duuuuuun.

[OOC: I'm taking a road trip to Wisconsin tomorrow to measure a restaurant and hopefully be back at a semi-reasonable time. I need entertainment now to make up for the upcoming boring drive up and back. Please help me.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel was hungry, but Ariel was also lazy, and, since she really shouldn't be cooking anyway, she was glad she was discovering the joy that was toaster-ready French Toast.

She only even burned a few of them! And that could easily be solved by dousing them in plenty of maple syrup. A little bit of orange juice to wash it down, and Ariel was feeling like she had herself a plate full of culinary, gourmet awesomeness! Now to just find a comfortable spot on the couch, kick her feet up on the coffee table, and see if there was anything good on television to watch while she had her shut up totally healthy dinner.

[[ open common room is open and inspired by the fact that my awesome roommate made me nummy french toast for dinner!!! Roommate, you are winrar. ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce wandered into the common room with an EMF meter, a book, and some Chinese food (enough to share). Yes, he was testing the hell out of the TV for potential ghost strangeness before he did anything else. After investigating for a couple minutes, he made his way over to the couch, confident that if his reading and dinner were interrupted by the television, it probably wasn't because of a ghost with a crush on him.

...Look, he didn't come up with that suggestion, but Rinoa had made it sound more plausible than Bruce would have expected. Okay? The thing to actually focus on was no ghost and free food.

[OOC: It's been a weird day. I don't know. Open, of course!]

icecoldfrost

It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.

[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce made his way to the common room to get some more room to stretch out while reading. He was doing just that, too, when the TV suddenly turned on, tuned into the football game. Bruce tried to mute it with the remote, which of course didn't work. "I'm trying to read here," he said. The volume didn't change.

Bruce was going to get a freaking EMF meter before the next time he came to this common room. But since he didn't have one of those right now, he went back to his dorm room, came out with his spare sheets, and covered the TV with them to dampen the sound.

He won this round, thank you very much.

[OOC: Open CR, of course.]

child-of-rer.livejournal.com

Sov brought a radio and a soldering iron into the common room. The radio wasn't strictly necessary, but it was Sov's most priced possession and they wanted to show it to Tony, if nothing else as an example of the type of technology they were used to. They placed the things on the table and sat down, waiting for their friend to show up. They might have been a little early. Tony's promise to show them how to build a radio was important, after all.

[Sov and Tony are going to be nerdy, but it's a very open common room.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

So Ariel's plans didn't turn out quite as she would have liked. Raven was appearing to have a bad day, but she still really wanted to have pizza, inspired by earlier with her idea, and, though it didn't have the privacy of her room like she was sort of thinking would be nice, she still could (try to, anyway) invite Chuck to come have some with her.

It just meant others might have some with them, too. But she could turn it into a party and go with it, and so she picked up a few more pizzas, with a lot of different toppings (no sardines or anchovies, yuck!), but the most prominent one, of course, was the inspiration for all of it.

Because at Pizza Planet, they said they would make a Cheetos pizza for her.

It was almost enough to make up for the loss of some...ahem...more private time to see how she and Chuck might handle some...ahem...private time...

[[ open common room is open! pizzas are moddable! I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MY FAILURE TO TAG ANYONE YESTERDAY EITHER ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel was in a sparkling dress and rooting around through the cupboards in the common room, pulling out all the Cheetos and Pringles and Pop Tarts and jelly beans she could find which meant only one thing: someone just got her legs back after her stay at home and she was hungry.

It wasn't even that all that swimming tended to make a girl hungry; she just really missed human food.

What she would constitute as human food, anyway.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

Current Mood: hungry

glacial_queen

The sixth floor had been transformed into a proper Winter Wonderland, complete with twinkling lights adorning the walls, and... snow?

Yes, snow. Inside. Don’t ask how it got here. Or why it wasn’t melting despite the fact that the room itself was a comfortable temperature. If someone did ask, the only answer they’d get was a mysterious smile from Karla and a slight waggle of her fingers. Whatever conclusion they wanted to draw from that was fine.

But it wouldn’t be a party without the food, of course, which is why there were several tables with all sorts of (vegetarian-friendly) snacks and drinks, and, yes, a cake. Made by Sookie and not either of the two people organizing this party. ~~Which meant it was safe for human consumption~~. Speakers hidden behind fake trees were playing soft New Agey music, with a few instrumental holiday carols thrown in. Even some of the tinsel from yesterday had been saved and used to decorate.

Come in, relax, and help the birthday girl celebrate her first party in style.

[Bit of OCD ~~coming~~ UP! WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS? UGH.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

After spending part of yesterday giving his equipment a solid field test as he learned how to fight a giant robot, Bruce felt that today was a good day for quiet reflection, a short break from training, and watching a couple hours of shows about real life crimes on the Biography Channel. He wasn't sure why there was a two hour block of crime shows between Finding Hulk Hogan and I Survived... or if this was a regular thing, but it gave him something to focus on and take notes about discreetly in a small notebook.

Yes, this is how he liked to spend lazy Sundays.

[OOC: Open CR!]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel didn't know how it got started; Ariel didn't know where it came from.

But Ariel might have been a little bit in love.

She had been in the kitchenette, trying to decide what to put on a sandwich for lunch (so far, it was lettuce, ketchup, and bacon on wheat), when the television clicked itself on and the magic began.

It was...

INCREDIBLE. Even better, it didn't stop. It just kept playing, and playing, and Ariel knew, somehow, it wasn't right, but she just could not get enough of it. There may have been some bouncing on the couch and some dancing, and eventually singing along, and Ariel desperately wanted to go and see if they carried whatever Giga Puddi was at the general store, but she couldn't bear to leave it.

The sandwich was long forgotten. There was only Puddi.

PuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddiPuddi....

[[ I'd like to dedicate this oh-so-open and special post to 4chan. 11/30/10. NEVER FORGET. ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce wasn't sure why there was already a Christmas movie on some channel. He really wasn't sure why it was being shown twice in a row. He wasn't sure why people would want to see a movie where Will Ferrell wore tights for the entire running time. But most of all, he wasn't sure why he couldn't stop watching.

He couldn't even blame the TV for this one. Yet another reason why Bruce hated the holidays.

[OOC: It looks like USA had/has Elf on twice today... consecutively... and it's not even Thanksgiving. Look, I love the movie, but come on. Wait a week. Ahem.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is ~~on the way~~ up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck was getting very well acquainted with common rooms the last day or so.

No reason. Really. But there was food right there, and TV, and big comfy couches to flop out on, and--

Okay, yes, maybe he was worried Leia would ask him to make himself scarce again, and then he'd know exactly why she wanted him out of the room for a while, and would end up thinking about that, and thinking about his roommate like that led to a whole pathway of wrong and awkward, and he tried to be respectful and not so...

Look, he was already awkward enough as it was.

So, common room hanging out it was. At least until this week was out. Luckily comics were easily brought with him out here. Not that they were really holding his attention. But he was trying to make them. Really, really trying.

[[Open common room!]]

Current Mood: busy

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel had so much energy right now, but was so bored, especially after a long day of treasure hunting, and so she tried to think of something new and fun and interesting to do when she realized that there was a whole plethora of things she could start doing now that she was someone's girlfriend. And right at the top of her list, she decided, was making cookies for her boyfriend. She'd seen people do it before, in person and on the television, so it couldn't be that hard, right?

...right?

Well, perhaps she was a little off on that. Coughing, trying to clear out the black smoke that came from the oven when she opened it, Ariel realized that cookies looked a lot easier to make than they really were and looked at the pan of pitiful charred black things in her oven-mitted hand and wondered if maybe Bruce needed some nice, homemade paperweights instead...

[[ it feels much later than it is and I feel lame going to bed so early, so viola! Open and smoky and probably smelly common room post! Huzzah!]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

When Ariel saw the costume at the shop, she thought she was being both clever and diversionary by choosing it for Halloween.

She did not, however, expect this. It was only supposed to be a costume of a mermaid. She wasn't supposed to actually turn into one again!

Hopefully, it would just be temporary, but she managed to make her way down to the nearest body of water and plunged in with a sigh of relief. Luckily, the costume must have been made with pool mermaids in mind. It seemed to work, and there was plenty of room to swim around and now Ariel had plenty of time to think about thinking twice before trying to tempt fate and try to be clever.

[[ mermaid in the pool! I think I'm being clever, too. Open! ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Feeling a little inspired after Glee Club, Ariel had spent some time in her room, listening to music and dancing, but figured she still had a lot more she could do to develop ideas for actual choreography. She bounced on down to common room to flip on the television and see if she could find something with dancing to inspire her even more.

What she found, though, instead, was Project Runway.

And could only gawk and wonder why, with all the fashion she'd absorbed from her job, she hadn't discovered this until just now.

She so needed to learn how to sew....

[[ guess what I've been watching all day. Open common room is open! ]]

snarkyhealer.livejournal.com

It wasn't Shira's common room, but that wasn't stopping her from plopping herself down on a couch and flipping through the TV channels.

People could make her leave if they didn't want her there. The second floor was just more interesting today.

Even if what was on the television was even more boring, if possible, than anything she'd watched before.

[Open as common rooms are!]

whateverknight.livejournal.com

Squall stood on the roof.

Ayup.

For once, he actually wasn't thinking anything. His mind was completely empty as he stared down at the sidewalk in front of the dorms. He breathed deeply, watching intently the movement of the birds, the people walking below, the waving of the leaves. He listened to every sound, especially ones coming from the door behind him that he was definitely not looking at.

He was in full-on stakeout mode, examining every possible input from his senses for signs of a threat. Because if he did that, he didn't have to think about the stupid onions from yesterday. Or how comforting it had been for Rinoa to hug him afterwards.

Beneath him, things carried on with their day.

[Open like a roof.]

Current Mood: whatever

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Sure, Ariel had said just streamers and a banner, but there were balloons now thrown into the mix because she couldn't help it. She and Ellie had gotten up all the decorations, which were all very pretty shades of green, based entirely on the fact that Ariel remembered that green was the color of the shirt she'd helped Chuck pick out. There was still an awful lot of flowers around, too, though who even knew where Ariel was getting them. The banner, meanwhile, was certainly not lacking in sparkle, stretched across the room:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!

So now there would just be the setting out of all the food and the drinks and ever important CAKE, then waiting for guests and the ever important BIRTHDAY BOY and it would be time to party!

[[ up early because of evil things like working and time zones! Slowly approaching OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Rock out! ]]

trigons_child

Raven had claimed the fifth floor common room ~~with a flag~~ in the name of Rumor Gal tonight. She'd been waiting months for tonight's episode after the terrible cliffhanger earlier that year that had left her favorite character in grave peril.

She thought she'd figured out her laptop so that she could video chat with Hoshi if she called, and Jono had said he'd join her to watch, but anyone was welcomed, of course.

Just don't even think of turning the channel.

Current Mood: excited

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

It wouldn't be the first time Dolf surfed the TV channels in the common room; he'd gotten over the shock of being reintroduced to audiovisual stuff pretty quickly. It was the lack of familiarity of the channels that still threw him, at this point, and he was determined to do something about that.

It might be a case of a very small victory, but it was something, and kept him from feeling like he had to relearn everything.

Still, he had to admit he was very, very relieved to find that, given enough presses of the next channel button, Eurosport finally appeared. Sure, it wasn't football but the Vuelta, but it was still strangely comforting.

[[ open! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

There were two things Bruce didn't expect to find when he started checking the cabinets in the common room kitchen for some breakfast. The first cabinet had some white greasepaint and black lipstick. Bruce would have been curious about that, but it didn't seem that strange for Fandom. The second cabinet had a gremlin which fell on Bruce when he opened the door.

The gremlin landed teeth-first on Bruce's shoulder, teaching Bruce a very important lesson about being better prepared for something like this happening when opening any door on the island. He thanked the gremlin by punching it in the face and hoping that whatever was about to happen wasn't too bad.

A couple minutes later, Bruce was a mime who was trapped in a box in front of the TV. Such was life.

[OOC: I've been meaning to hit Bruce with a gremlin bite all year. Today's as good a day as any to actually do it. Open!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was just going to walk past the common room and back to his dorm after his morning run, but a glance into the room meant that he saw one of the more bizarre sights he'd seen recently. There was a disembodied hand holding the remote control. It was channel surfing. Occasionally it would use the on-screen guide and scroll quickly through that.

As Bruce walked into the common room to investigate more closely, another hand went flying through the air. Out of pure instinct, Bruce raised his hand. The second Thing made solid contact with Bruce's hand, making this the first high five Bruce had ever experienced with a disembodied hand.

A small detail, but Bruce noticed both hands were left hands. It seemed strange to have two lefties in the same room, especially under these circumstances. All this weirdness meant that Bruce needed to take a seat and just observe for a while. He couldn't shake the feeling that the second thing was observing him right back, possibly looking for another excuse to high five. The first one, clearly, was too busy observing the TV.

[OOC: Just saying, if I were a disembodied hand, I would never stop giving high fives. Anyway, I'm up early on a Saturday, why not have an open CR?

ETA: ~~Running off for an hour or so, then~~ pinging will be slowish.]

faithandscience.livejournal.com

Will had a stackful of books with him but they were, rather uncharacteristically, being ignored as he'd figured out how to turn on the television device. Rather by accident, as he'd done so by sitting on the small rectangular box with the push-buttons.

Tentative poking at the buttons had caused the picture to change rapidly, which was interesting and he did want to find out more about how it was possible to control a device remotely but the second he'd caught sight of a room full of machinery on the screen, he stopped pressing the buttons and settled in to watch a truly fascinating programme. As it turned out, this particular episode happened to be about 'carburetors', which were apparently a key component in the mechanised vehicles like the one he'd ridden to the school on.

whateverknight.livejournal.com

It wouldn't be accurate to say that that Squall was holding a Welcome Picnic Protest Party, because... well, 1) the idea was stupid, 2) that was a lot of work for something he didn't care about, 3) it wasn't like he was going to INVITE anyone else, and 4) whatever.

The point was, the park outside was going to be filled with all sorts of new people he didn't care about who were probably all gawking at the bizarreness of Fandom in a really annoying way. Since Squall was nearly an adult, and he just seemed to randomly be given responsibilities he didn't want, if he went he'd probably end up having to help the newbies, or worse, be a big brother to someone.

So, he was staying FIRMLY in the dorms, avoiding people.

Yes, in a public common room. No, he wasn't hoping people would join him. He hated people. Shut up.

Anyway, the TV was on and tuned to some pedestrian bile about busting myths, mainly by blowing things up. Squall began to enjoy it in spite of himself.

[Open common room is open!]

Current Mood: whatever

furnaceface

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]

Current Mood: awake

bamf-tastic.livejournal.com

Today, Kurt was blue and fuzzy. He also has a strange man handcuffed to him who had dragged him out to the campfire with chocolate and graham crackers and marshmallows.

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" the man yelled, waving. "Come say hi to Kurt!!!"

Kurt tried to hide behind his hands, and was just glad he'd managed to talk his image inducer out of doing this at the MAIN campfire. "Why are you doing this?!?!" he asked. "You're supposed to be disguising me!!!"

The image inducer poked Kurt in the chest. "No, what I'm supposed to be doing is enabling you to talk to people without one or both of you running away scared. Hence the s'mores."

"Enabling me to talk to people by disguising me!!!!" Kurt countered.

"Eh, I've heard it both ways. C'mon, be a good sport!"

[Open campfire is open!]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel had noooooo classes on Thursday, the day after her favorite classes, which weren't until after lunch, anyway, so she was still revelling a little in being gloriously lazy. Part of her felt that she didn't have time to be lazy about some things, but she was still trying that whole not trying so hard thing, which was yeilding about the same results as the trying hard had, only with far less bruises...

But, either way, she slept in and milled around the cabin a little before deciding she wanted to be out enjoying the fresh air and being social and enjoying other people.

Which was why she had plopped down by the main campfire, notebook in her hand for readily easy conversation should they occur. In the meantime, though, she was going to see if she couldn't put together some more poetry, since everyone had been telling her it was so brilliant.

"Seaweed," she mused on her paper, "may shift and move with the currents and tides
But my love for you stays steady in place..."

NICE!

[[ open campfire is open! ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.

[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

furnaceface

Jonothon was sitting in the rain.

Why was Jonothon sitting in the rain? Mostly because it seemed like a very Jono thing to do. He'd had half a mind to head into town today, possibly to open up the Groovy Tunes just to pass a Saturday by in the company of some of his favourite recording artists. But then it had started to rain, while he was not more than halfway across the school grounds, and for whatever reason, he felt inclined to just sit down at take it in.

... Mostly by ducking under the nearest tree in the vain hope that it would keep at least some of the rain from soaking into his bandages, which had been rearranged to cover the clawed-up shoulder he'd gotten earlier in the week. His jacket wouldn't do much good in that regard. The shoulder of it was shredded, too.

If nothing else, he could certainly appreciate that it was cooler out thanks to the rainfall than it had been in entirely too long.

All in all, he supposed it wasn't terrible. Just bloody annoying.

[Yeah, it totally seemed like a sitting in the rain kind of day. The grounds are open for all your rainy day needs!]

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