[identity profile] dude-its-jude.livejournal.com
Eight inches? Jude didn't know imperial very well, but that just sounded insane.

So there was only one thing to do, one logical course of action to follow. The resurrection of a proud Fandom High tradition (hey, he'd done it once before, hadn't he?).

So now, Jude was standing in front of the dorms in his Awesome suit, jacket and skateboard nearby, holding aloft a sign that said simply, 'FREE HUGS'. A stack of similar signs was at his feet.

[[I have to go have blood tests done soon, but post is open for hugs and for people to grab a sign and join in.]]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. Also, wait for OCD OCD Up! ]
[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette stood staring down at the mess she created. Between her bed and just outside her open door and into the hallway, the floor was littered with clothes, left over valentine candy, odds and ends of this that and the other that she didn't want anymore. Currently? She was trying to make some sort of order of the chaos she created by shoving stuff into a few boxes she'd found.

Just outside her room, she placed her hands on her hips and frowned down at everything. She had too much stuff. Stuff was everywhere. She just needed to get rid of all of it but was not sure exactly how to do it. And she was tired of looking at it all.

She kicked a shoe down the hallway. She'd lost the one that went with it during Spy Tech when she'd almost blown herself up. Okay, she might have almost blown Jake up too. "Stupid shoe." Then she kicked an empty box just cause it felt good to kick something. "Stupid box." Falling to the floor  in the hall, she rolled over on a pile of clothes and turned on her ipod shoving the earplugs in her ears. Pulling the little rubber ball from her front jeans pocket, she began tossing it in the air above her, seeing how high she could get it to the ceiling.

(ooc: open for whatever!)

[identity profile] defiantlyyours.livejournal.com
Number 6 was peering over the edge of the roof with a pair of field glasses, taking notes on the students passing by and jotting down suspicious behavior. He would find out which were the prisoners and which were the wardens...

[OOC: Ping to the OCD "Being Watched" thread if you want 6 to see you on the school lawn and what your character is doing as they are idly passing by. No action is too mundane for suspicion. Obviously, the roof is also open for your interactiony needs.]

ETA: [And 6 has fled the roof! OMG can't keep that up, peoples. You're all completely awesome. No new pings to 6 in the threads (I will continue his existing interactions). Roof remains open for all non-6 conversation.]
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana sent out an email to all of Phoebe's friends and handwavily called Dr. Wilson and Mr. Aziraphale.

To: Phoebe's friends
From: Lana Lang

Phoebe's birthday is today and I wanted to do something special for her. I thought we could get together this Friday at the Devil's Nest in town for some dancing and a little party. I'd wanted to do something today, but I've been sick all week, so Friday will have to do. Please don't tell her!

Please drop me a line if you have any questions and I hope to see you all Friday!

Bel? Can you get Phoebe there without telling her why? Thanks!

Lana


[OOC: If you think you should have gotten an email, you did!]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
Lurking outside hunting class is a rawhead, a monster covered in dark matted hair and holding a sign that says 'I can be your friend!'. The costume is convincing, but if you watch the rawhead long enough you might be able to see it bounce.

Blair grinned under the mask and gave another small bounce. The costume had come in yesterday and luckily it was big enough that he could wear it over his cast. He practiced his growls and grunting while he waited for the students to show up. "Grrrr. GRRRR! Grrr."

[ooc:posted with permission, open for interaction and there were no good screencaps of a rawhead so use your imagination! Daddy Winchester is made of awesome and not only found a screencap but made me a very scary icon. Yay!]

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