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If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle?

Well, Sparkle had an affinity for glitter, okay? He could do so much with this stuff. Stick it in more shower heads, throw it off the roof at people in water balloons, mail it to his enemies...

And that was why he had already stuffed his backpack full of the stuff, and had now started on filling a couple of pillowcases, besides. He was going to be twinkling for like a year, but like that was really anything new, and holy shit, the possibilities were endless, here.

Endless.

[OOC: Open lawn is open! GLITTER.]

notconflicted

While the Sia who was usually in Fandom made a point to ~~handwavily~~ get her training in, this Sia was really dedicated to it. Aside from needing the skills, it was a good way to focus her anger. And she had plenty of reasons for it: she was angry at being stuck here when weird things were happening, angry at being in any Fandom at all, angry that she wasn't learning fast enough, that she wasn't getting enough experience, that she was bored, that there wasn't anyone anywhere she could really count on...

And when she concentrated on that, using her natural discipline in dealing with it, it led to things like very precisely destroying dummies with her lightsaber. She wouldn't guarantee there'd be anything left afterwards.

[Open for all your Sithly needs! Also, should you want her to mess with you/give trauma/do anything to you specifically, drop me a line.]

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

suitably_heroic

It's funny, how little of an impact evil corporations and psychotic loons could have on you when you'd spent a few years in the Republican Army followed by a couple of years with the Sith. Which wasn't to say Atton wasn't going to bitch up a storm about those things showing up trying to kill everyone (including him), but it did put things into perspective.

In fact, they were in perspective enough for Atton - who had an oddly-tilted perspective to begin with - that he was actually humming Search and Destroy under his breath as he made himself a grilled cheese sandwich in the common room that morning. Was it his cheese? Probably not. Probably not his bread either, which was why he felt no compunction about letting it lay out in the common room for anyone else who might be hungry.

Life went on-- a lot better when someone wasn't shooting at you.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

The rest of the island might be falling all over itself dealing with the new interlopers and the stupid gun machines, but Atton didn't care. Well, okay, that was a lie - he'd cared enough to get his blasters out of the weapons locker. He hadn't used them in a while. They could probably use some upkeep.

He was now draped over a chair on the deck, his feet propped up on a table. One blaster on said table, the other in his lap - he was cleaning it. Really meticulously. There'd been dust and grime all over, and that just wouldn't do.

Especially not if this ended in somebody shooting at him. Which this kind of thing usually did.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

Some days, you just couldn't be bothered to get out of bed.

For Atton, today wasn't one of those days, but it was pretty damned close. He'd managed to drag his ass downstairs from his bedroom, just far enough to reach the rec room, jam an MP3 player into some audio speakers and flop back on the couch.

He was still there an hour later.

By now, the MP3 player had switched over to the mellow tones of the Rolling Stones' 'Paint It Black'. Atton was nodding along, muttering the lyrics under his breath, his feet propped up on the coffee table and his eyes fixed on the television.

(A television which was, for the record, off. There was probably some symbolic meaning to that, but Atton couldn't be bothered to figure that one out either.)

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

Atton was Atton. So of course he'd spent most of the past couple of days on the mainland getting laid. He still hadn't found any saner solution to deal with the island.

But it did mean that, on mornings such as this Thursday morning, he found himself practically crawling into the school, nursing a hangover, and collapsing on the closest couch he could find. Like the one in the rec room. Right in top of a couple of console controllers and a tennis ball.

Whatever.

[[ open ]]

arsenicmauls

There were still quite a few hours before the Jewish New Year really started, and besides that, Gert's interest in religion was super minimal, but somehow all the same, she found herself spending her morning on the couch in the common room, typing up a list of New Year's resolutions.

Gert wasn't a big believer in acting a certain way just because of a holiday, but the start of a new school year had always seemed like an ideal time to make new promises to herself and at least set a few goals. The holiday was just an excuse to do it. On the table beside Gert sat a plate of apple slices around a glob of honey in the center -- that wasn't a holiday thing so much as apples and honey just being delicious.

The first few resolutions were easy. Help some people. Check in with Nico, Kar and Molly more. After a long moment, she typed Look into colleges, though she deleted it and rewrote it about four times before she ultimately decided to leave it in.

Her first attempt at number four was Learn how to fight, but that one she did delete.

This was turning into a project.

[[open post and door! might be slow.]]

notapredator.livejournal.com

So, Mira discovered something. Well, a couple things. First, she could apparently get Earth internet on her datapad, which was handy. Second, that on said Earth internet was a list of federally wanted fugitives that she could search for BY CATEGORY AND LOCATION. It was like Life Day in what she understood to be July.

At this point she had maps and writing tools to mark out where she was compared to where some of these wanted fugitives were located. Sure, with this planet's primitive technology they didn't stand a chance, but still, it would be fun.

For a very particular definition of fun.

[OOC: So, I'm not dying from work, heat, or migraine. So here's a CR, open if anyone's around!]

suitably_heroic

Atton had discovered the Syfy channel.

He'd zapped past it before - that wasn't the issue. He'd just never realized how blatantly, amusingly stupid most of its vids were. So obviously, there was no better way to waste an afternoon than to crash out on a couch, down half a bottle of soda, and snack on cheap pizza while hanging back.

First up: some crazy vid about cave people. If you asked Atton, it looked an awful lot like it'd been recorded on Tatooine or Dantooine or some other backwards sewer of a planet, but hey. Who was he to judge?

suitably_heroic

Not everybody had just come home after the strip club last night. Atton figured he could stick around for another round and then see if maybe he could, ahem, talk to somebody.

It had all gotten out of hand from that point on; it would take a fifteen-episode TV series to fully document the series of events that Atton Rand lived through that Wednesday night. The details weren't important anyway - what was important was that Atton now had a lot of jugs of drinks (alcoholic and otherwise) that he couldn't sneak into a fridge (they'd be discovered), he couldn't drink (he'd get alcohol and/or sugar poisoning) and he couldn't sell on or off the island because then the people he'd stolen the drinks from would find him and--

Yeah, you didn't want to know.

So he'd come up with a plan. He'd keep the drinks cool on the booze until he came up with a plan.

After about an hour he figured out why that wouldn't work.

Now he'd dragged about half of it downstairs (before giving up on that), having labeled all the non-alcoholic drinks accordingly (with labels reading 'JUICE' or 'SPARKLY WATER STUFF'. Not non-alcoholic. What, unlike some people, he didn't want detention) and stamped a few post-its reading 'DRINK' on the good stuff.

Then he sent out a couple of texts at random.

It was Fandom. Someone would show up.

[[ partaaay! ocd up! ]]

suitably_heroic

Unlike some other people in town, Atton would lie his face off if he'd been asked whether he was running away - but then he had been running away for a whole lot longer than the past two weeks, so whatever. He was back now, that was the point, even if he was tired - tired enough that he didn't even bother making it to his room.

Instead he collapsed on the first common room sofa he spotted and passed out almost immediately.

Half an hour later, that was still where he was, snoring softly with only his coat, shirt and leather pants to keep him somewhere in the vicinity of 'cosy and warm'.

Murr.

[ open! ]

suitably_heroic

Classes? Atton wasn't bothering with classes.

He was restless, he was tired, he was angry, he was mellow, he was about a dozen things at once and hadn't he skipped through this phase back when he was fifteen? He had no idea. He didn't want to think about it. Or drink about it, because now that he wasn't stuck in an underground dungeon it became a lot harder to pretend alcohol solved anything.

So Atton needed a different solution, and this was it: laying spread-eagled on the dorm rooftop staring up at the sky being kind of glad it was there. Being kind of pissed off he wasn't up there himself. Trying not to think about anything that didn't boil down to 'I hope some bird doesn't dump droppings on me'.

It seemed to be working. But don't ask him which part.

[[ open! ]]

myownface

It wasn't a bad day. Not really. The weather didn't completely suck, Sparkle didn't have work or classes or anything. Hell, his detention for camel-stealing wasn't even until the end of the week. Nope, it wasn't a bad day at all, really.

It it was still a Wednesday. One of those 'halfway over' Wednesdays that had Sparkle making faces at the prospect of slogging through the rest of the week. And, to top all of that off, he was bored. Nightfall wasn't even for a few hours yet, so he couldn't amuse himself by running around the island, trying to break into places he wasn't supposed to be.

If he was going to pass all of that time between then and now just sitting around, he was going to take advantage of the above-freezing weather in order to sit up on the roof and have a smoke, then. Because why spend a boring Wednesday afternoon doing something productive? Hah.

[Open roof is open and I'm around! I'M TAKING A DAY OFF DAMMIT.]

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

A challenge had been made, and accepted, and the day of reckoning was at hand.

Minako had been the one to find the karaoke machine in the closet of the rec room, with squeals of "Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" while Sparkle had been left in-charge of snacks.

...just...Minako was not going to vouch as to whether or not the punch had been spiked yet, okay?

[Open post!]

Current Mood: accomplished

suitably_heroic

Atton had been taking it easy since last Thursday-- okay, maybe what he was doing could be better described as 'keeping his head down', but whatever, it came down to the same thing. Taking it easy meant card games on his iPad, card games with his physical pazaak cards, and, well, eventually he'd been drawn downstairs in hopes of finding a card game on the school's game computers. Consoles. Whatever you wanted to call them.

And here he was, just about ready to tackle his favorite pass time in a whole new setting, when suddenly his eye was caught by something else. Something shiny. Something potentially entertaining that didn't involve beating himself ad nauseum.

Apache: Air Assault.

Apaches were really rudimentary flying machines, he knew that. It couldn't hurt figuring out how to fly one. And, well, if he kept playing it well into the afternoon, that was just how you did training, dammit.

[[ open! ]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

As busy as she'd been recently, Jessica thought it was nice to take a Saturday morning, grab some cereal, and turn on the TV to watch some cartoons. There was just one problem with this.

"Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring," she said as she flipped through the channels. Apparently they didn't make cartoons like they did when she was a kid... well, when Peter was a kid, at least. Nothing seemed as interesting as her cereal.

And that's how Jessica ended up eating cereal while watching an infomercial for exercise equipment. No, it wasn't a good infomercial. No, it wasn't something she was interested in purchasing. But Chuck Norris was on it and it was mildly amusing to remind herself of a few years ago when he was somewhat relevant again because of internet mockery. Those were good times.

[OOC: Open, naturally!]

suitably_heroic

A new week, a new term, new classes... and an old card game.

So far, Atton didn't have much to complain about regarding his classes (except for all the things he did complain about) but he was pretty glad they were over for the week. After all, the school had flooded with a bunch of new students who, presumably, didn't know how to play pazaak so good (or at all). So now he was stretching out in the common room, watching something called The Real Hustle (or whatever) while playing a friendly game of cards against himself.

Good. Friendly. Accessible! He might even switch to poker if you asked real nice. He was a nice guy like that.

[[ open! ]]

ultron_junior

There'd been a ~~handwavy~~ email sent to the student body inviting them to games night, but Victor realized as he set out notepads and dice and stacked the manuals neatly by the chair he planned to sit on that he might be in over his head. He'd played tabletop RPGs a couple times, sure, but run a game?

Well. Fandom was all about new experiences, and the Lightning Bug premise seemed like an easy hook. He leaned back to study the manual one more time and waited to see who would show up.

[OOC: Open game!]

nottrivial

Okay. Alec knew he'd been moving a little slowly yesterday what with the lack of caffeine and all, but somehow he hadn't expected it to last until today.

He'd been training for years, and he knew exactly how long his workout routine was supposed to take. The patterns he ran through with seraph blades were supposed to be quick, expedited by Shadowhunter speed and grace. Today he was just kind of... slow.

Actually, no, he wasn't kind of slow. Today Alec knew just how slow he was, proportionately speaking. Since normally his workout took two hours, and today he was only one-fifth done with his routine at forty minutes, he knew as soon as he glanced at his watch that he was going about two-thirds slower today and, barring variations in his slowed-down speed for the different parts of his routine, should finish around noon instead of the usual ten-thirty.

That was not something he was normally able to figure out.

He hurled a glittering seraph blade at a target, wincing as he discovered his aim was off too. Wonderful.

[[so, so open]]

notconflicted

Sia had Vitor trained pretty well, but he was a breed that needed activity, or she'd come back to her room to find it destroyed. So she brought him to the front lawn to let him run around unleashed for a while, since telekinesis was really good for keeping puppies from successfully running off.

After a while of sitting and watching him attack some leaves, she decided she had no idea what he was doing. And that he was probably having more fun than her at any given moment.

[Also open!]

dollpocalypse

Now, Topher could tell that there was some kind of activity going on outside. It looked like a fair or a carnival, but either way it didn't really hold much appeal to him, and besides that he didn't think his parents were around to buy him a ticket. So he wasn't going to bother with it.

Instead he went to the kitchen, and with his trusty goggles on, he climbed onto a chair and began assembling a sandwich. What he really wanted was pancakes, but he had no idea how to make those. A sandwich, though, he could do, even if the cheese-to-turkey ratio was turning out awfully high and about sixty percent of the lettuce (because all sandwiches had to have lettuce even if it was gross, right?) was ending up on the floor. He figured there was probably a housekeeper here like at home who could take care of that.

Once he was done, he got a chocolate milk carton out of the fridge and settled at the table to eat his breakfast. Maybe he'd be the only one here. He'd like that.

dollpocalypse

Well, around five on Thursday evening, Topher learned that Portalocity officially sucked harder than he had ever suspected, because they'd somehow managed to jostle his luggage on his return trip from Africa badly enough that his laptop screen was cracked.

He had other laptops, yeah, but this one was the fastest, so until he could replace it tomorrow, he grabbed an HDMI cable, hooked it up to display on the TV, and checked his email there. And then some forums. And then his Facebook and some tracked tags on Tumblr and... look, he had a lot of stuff going on, okay? He doubted anyone was going to say anything.

After a while, he began wondering whether there was anything else he was supposed to do tonight. There was some work for Peter he still had to do, of course, but that kind of thing probably merited more privacy than a common room TV screen. There was... oh, right, wasn't he supposed to talk to that Tomato girl?

Not Tomato. Another vegetable. Or maybe plant. Was Venus Fly Trap a name? No, wait, she wasn't a superhero, that didn't sound right.

But Topher was comfortable, and he didn't want to talk to Lettuce when he could just hang out on the couch here. Internet-stalking her was almost the same thing, right? Sure, it took a little more effort since he had to actually check the school database for a list of names first in order to find out what her actual name was (and Topher personally thought Tomato would've been a better choice, but hey, that was Olive's parents' fault), but before long he had a few searches going.

Hmm. There was a surprising amount of dirt on this girl, Topher had to say. Including something called freeolive.com, which brought him to a video.

"I really hope this isn't a creepy valkyrie thing," he said aloud, eyeing it dubiously before hitting play.

[[this common room brought to you by request of

dirtiest_skank, of course. please beware spoilers for easy a within, but it is open!]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

Current Mood: annoyed

suitably_heroic

Monday morning, and he didn't have a damn thing to do - it was days like this Atton was actually glad he'd signed on to be a student over anything else. Nothing he had to do, no place he had to be, and a common room stocked full of food: that was the right way to do it.

He crashed out on the couch and groped around for the remote. He was starting to develop some real affection for Earth television, terrible as it was; he was going to enjoy himself zapping from one channel to the next and--

Wait, that was a card game.

He jumped back a channel. Yep. That was definitely... "Interdimensional Poker Stars?" Atton muttered, squinting. "...What is that?" Furry thing. Looked vaguely familiar.

He shrugged and settled back. Interdimensional poker tournament full of bizarre creatures from other universes? Sure. Bring it on.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

suitably_heroic

You know, Atton had been happy to say goodbye to communal living when he came here (the single room was an extra plus). Being back in the middle of it had not been treating him all that kindly.

Not that he couldn't cope. It was just annoying. Sleeping in one tent with a Force sensitive wasn't making it any easier, either.

So, yeah, he was going to get out of his tent whenever possible. Crash down by the side of the fire. Maybe get some food going the way he'd learned a long time ago, back during the wars. Anything was good if you put it on a skewer and held it over a fire.

He was quickly developing a shine towards these hot dog sausages. Got a whole pack of them and everything.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

It wasn't that Atton didn't know they were supposed to be setting up tents, it was that he couldn't be bothered to.

He'd spent enough time in subpar living conditions on Nar Shaddaa (and... elsewhere) to know that he wanted to avoid being in them at all costs whenever he got the chance. Right now, that meant stalling time until he actually had to deal with them. And hey-- if he waited long enough, someone else might have set up his tent for him, right?

So he'd be spending his time out here today. Hanging back in a seat on the desk, flipping pazaak cards. Been too long since he met anyone who knew how to play the game, and he didn't want to lose his knack for it. In a way, he was working, really.

Never hurt to remember how to play pazaak.

[[ open! ]]

suitably_heroic

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the trees were swaying, sure: Atton could tell from his window.

All it did was make him decide it was time to stroll into a common room, ransack all the cupboards for something he could eat, and switch on the television. Maybe find a vid full of babes and things blowing up, like... okay, that one. That one would do.

He sat back with a bowl full of big flat crispy things. There. That would make this the least messed-up, twisted, unbelievably impossible thing that had happened to him since the weekend.

Sure, it wasn't exciting. But then exciting wasn't why he came here anyway.

[[ open! ]]

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

"Oh, boy!"

When Butters woke up as a pony again, as he had that one time last summer, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't comprehend why anyone would be anything else. From the moment he stumbled out of bed, tripping on his own hooves, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wasted no time prancing out of the doors and onto the yard, where his boundless energy and excitement seemed to be on full display.

Butters was pretending he was a champion race horse, running back and forth. He nearly crouched down on one end of the lawn, wiggling his butt in the air before he call out, "And they're off!" and he barreled forward with loping steps, breathlessly narrating the excitement of the race until he reached the end and cried out, "And he's done it! The clear and unsurprising winner is none other than Butters Stotch, that fine stallion! Well, we know he'll be breeding with the finest filly in the stable tonight! Give us a victory lap, Butters!"

And so he did, mimicking the sounds of the cheering crowd as he pranced about until the next race.

[[ open lawn is open! ]]

crapatnetball.livejournal.com

Thelma Bates had settled in to the common room with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, and a small white dry-erase board next to her with a marker, just in case. With the TV tuned to a marathon of Bitterwoman, she actually felt rather at home.

"You know," she said, mainly just talking to herself, "I've always wondered why this show hasn't been remade with some sexy new star or something. Not that you should remake the classics, just a thought I've had."

She really needed to learn to stop talking to herself.

[ooc: Open CR is open.]

nottheshoes.livejournal.com

Some kids chose to lie in on a Sunday. Most, probably.

George was not one of the these kids.

One week down and he'd remembered and reacquainted himself with at least the basics of Broken technology: lights, kettle, toaster. Enough to make a passable breakfast and a mug of tea. The television still confused him somewhat, despite what he'd seen of it, and no matter, since he had no desire to watch people punch each other anyway. It was left switched off.

He had other things to keep him busy anyway. Spread on the coffee table along with his tea and breakfast were a couple of atlases. There were a few things he wanted to compare, and what better time to do it than when half the school was asleep.

[[ open common room! ]]

Current Mood: content

suitably_heroic

Okay, Atton's enthusiasm about being anywhere not-Nar-Shaddaa had evaporated at impressive speed.

That was probably just because Atton was as Atton did, really. He couldn't exist for very long without finding something to complain about.

Still, the novelty of it all hadn't quite worn off yet; not that you could tell, by the way he had sprawled all over the common room couch, feet on the table, a bowl of some strange local snack food at his side and a bottle of let's-just-say-it's-pop-even-though-it-isn't in his hand.

Watching TV.

Something called Deadliest Warrior, as a matter of fact. "You call that shooting?" he said, digging his fingers back into the snack bowl. "Does anyone on this planet even know what a firefight looks like?"

[[ open! ]]

momslilassassin

After calling Jaina to let her know that her great-grandkid or something had just showed up, Ben decided that his normally insane workout routine on the weekends hadn't been enough to get all of his ~~repression~~ energy out.

So he was back in the gym, hitting a punching bag like it had personally offended him.

It hadn't--no sentient gym equipment here today!--but he was giving it a good whalloping anyway.

[OOC: So very interruptable.]

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