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cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Pacing was good, and so was smoking (arguably), when you were on edge about something; Anders just happened to be capable, believe it or not, of doing both things at once. And so he was up on the roof, pacing and smoking at the same time, trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's unsettling trip to the Underworld, or how frakking fast these last few days were going.

And maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could come up with a way to freeze time.

. . . yeah, right. He might've managed (even though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how) to knock out a demon, but that wasn't going to turn him into a miracle worker overnight or anything.

Stupid time, and its stubborn insistence on moving forward.

[OOC: Anders and Bel's thread locked to them, but the roof is open for all your roof needs, emo or non-emo.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Luckily, the Gym had been set up last night before the unfortunate changing into an animal incident.

There was a sign-in sheet and a table full of refreshments. There were also a lot of blankets spread out on the practice mats on the floor for more comfortable seating arrangements. There were signs all over the gym that said:

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM HIGH KISS-IN!!!!

There was another sign by the table that listed the rules:

1) Kiss anyone you like for as long as you like.
2) Not comfortable with kissing? Huggings are just fine.
3) Shirts are optional.
4) If you find yourself getting carried away, please take it somewhere private. We're protesting, but not everyone is not public orgies.
5) Have fun breaking the no PDA and 8 inches apart rules!

As of yet, Savannah was not there, but everything else looked to be in order.

There was no reason to wait for her to be there to start your protesting.

[[OOC: Welcome to the Kiss-In, the PDA protest that was indeed approved by

umbitch. ~~Please wait for the slight~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

Current Mood: bouncy

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!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

So there was this sharp, shiny new present from Parker in the weapons locker, and there was an Anders, eager to learn how to use it.

He was still a little surprised that Bel had been so quick to agree to teach him swordwork, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it -- kind of nice to not have to worry about accidentally skewering your indestructible partner, really. And so, here he was down in the salle, trying to get the feel of the sword after getting his warmups in.

All he needed, as he tried to figure out if shirtlessness might be a dangerous distraction, was the boyfriend, now.

[OOC: Thread with

demonbelthazor locked, but otherwise open!]

demonbelthazor

Bel was in an extraordinarily good mood for some reason. He had no idea why, but why bother questioning it? Currently, he was up on the roof, having a cigarette as he enjoyed the cool night air.

Current Mood: happy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Flight workshop had been . . . well, fun in a nerve-wracking kind of way, if more than slightly exhausting, and Anders always felt a little bruised and cramped after spending time in the simulator cockpit. Something about being part of a battle against a droid army bothered him, though -- more than it should have, given he hadn't been alive during the Cylon War and the toasters had long since disappeared for their own part of space.

He'd dropped by to check in on Mac, which had taken his mind off of the whole droid thing for a little while, but hadn't completely banished his apparent need to brood.

Thus, quality roof time, complete with cigarettes. Seemed like the thing to do.

[OOC: 'tis roof-ily open, indeed.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

demonbelthazor

[Sunday evening, since there's a limit on characters in the subject line.]

It was raining out, but Bel was craving a cigarette, so he slipped outside and ducked under the eaves of the cabin, then conjured a fireball to light up. He glanced over at the sign on the door and wondered who had renamed the cabin. Had to be wishful thinking, because he sure as hell had never dressed as a girl, and never would. The manly part, he could live with that.

[ooc: Open, I am le bored.]

Current Mood: bored

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

He'd been good about smoking lately, but after yesterday Anders felt kind of justified in wandering up to the roof and lighting up.

Especially after it had belatedly hit him that with everything going on in his life the past few weeks, he'd completely missed out on the first few weeks of baseball season.

Maybe he'd take a trip up to Boston again sometime soon, or maybe Baltimore, and hit the ballpark for a few days . . . it was worth considering.

[OOC: It's a roof, and it's open, and I have had serious RP withdrawal today.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was attempting to make brownies.

Complete with 'lots of sugar'.

Come watch. And possibly partake in tasty batter.

[ooc: open!]

sensethevisions

Phoebe was relaxing in the fifth floor common room. Amazingly, she was kidlet free for the moment. Pandora had gone with Anders and Artemis, and Samantha had gone off with Cole and his flock. So, she was alone.

Alone.

Time to herself.

And missing her girls.

Yeah, she was attached.

Current Mood: contemplative

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was manning the table today. Juniors and Seniors could stop by to purchase tickets and all students could stop by to nominate for the Prom Court.

[ooc: Please use OCD! See note here about my avail. Nominate Juniors and Seniors for Prom Court here.]

demonbelthazor

After a lazy weekend, Bel had little interest in doing anything other than kicking back and relaxing. So currently he was lounging on the couch, watching "The Amazing Race." And wondering if it was against the rules to punt some of the more annoying teams off a cliff.

Current Mood: lazy

nadiathesaint

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd ~~killed~~ ~~slept with~~ stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Polexia slept in late after her night out at Caritas.

But when she woke up, she was bored and ended up wandering down to the common room. She figured out how to work the television and was very excited to find something called MTV that was showing music videos.

She dug through the cabinets and fridge and found some suitable snacks and settled in to watch this fascinating thing.

[open, as common rooms are. Marie is Polexia from Almost Famous, so she's from the early 70s. She also doesn't have Marie's mutation, so she's not covered up and she can touch people.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

Current Mood: busy

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori walked into the common room, unable to sleep after having encountered her friends, who were somehow different personalities. It made no sense. And she felt like Lothor would show up any minute... she almost wished he would, because it would explain what was going on in Fandom.

She crashed onto the couch with a sigh, wondering just what the hell was happening here.

Tori figured she might contact Cam and see if he had any theories and if there had been any activity at the Abyss of Evil.

[OOC: So totally OPEN!]

Current Mood: confused

demonbelthazor

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

Current Mood: happy

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Today had been a good day, Buffy decided, leaning against a tree and smiling. You could, in fact, call it the best birthday ever! Well, she was still single, but she was sure it was just a matter of time. Seely had showed up at her party, after all. She started walking again, going over her fabulous presents in her head. She was still wearing the necklace she'd got from Mel, and she was wondering if she could talk Alec into a Bollywood marathon over the weekend. And Molly...

There was a sound and a shadow gliding past at the corner of her eye.

She hesitated, turning her head. There was something ...weird there. She debated with herself for a moment, then decided to find out what or who it was. Maybe it was a lost little teal deer?

( shadows )

demonbelthazor

After class, Bel made his way back up to the fifth floor. Instead of heading to his room, he sat down on the couch in the common room, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. He flipped through the channels, idly looking for something to occupy a few hours.

Current Mood: bored

http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/

It's Weiss's 17th birthday and he's providing chocolate cake and (moddable) soda! There's even some vegan cupcakes if you're so inclined. This shindig is open invite, so come on down.

[OOC: ~~I will be in and out for a bit, so count on Weiss's threads to be slowplay until after 8 and then full-on party mode after that~~ I'm here!]

ETA: Oh yes, there's actually a sign up that indicates party and free cake, if your character needs a reason to wander in. I forget details.

Current Mood: happy

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally was doing her fair share of contributing to the free consumption of mass quantities to the masses.

She was baking vegan sugar cookies. And dancing a little dorkily to the tune 'Even Rats' by The Slip.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco had claimed the remote as his own and was now channel surfing from about a foot away from the television. There was a big, forgotten bowl of popcorn behind him.

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.]

Current Mood: suspicious

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie realized that she hadn't met any new people yet. She had seen the signs for Anders and Nadia's party, but she didn't think she was ready to be quite that sociable yet.

So she settled in to the common room with some pizza and the season one Wendy the Werewolf Stalker DVDs that she had picked up ages ago and never watched.

[open, as common rooms are. I do not have the mental capacity to handle the insanity of the evil pink pony party tonight!]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

This morning, after waking up screaming at the top of her lungs, "GET OFF MY FOOT! GET OFF MY FOOT!" Annette quickly realized that she was not in Kansas anymore. Literally.

Jumping from her bed, she snatched her robe, shoved her feet into her slippers, and raced through the door before Cally could say anything to her about her totally loosing her mind. Or freaking out. Was there a difference? Gahhh! Annette walked quickly down the hallway to the common room as she wrapped her robe around her and tied the sash tight. No one was about yet, which was a good thing. She could just sit for a minute, collect her thoughts, possibly put in a call to Aunt Catherine. Yes, that's it! Aunt Catherine.

Luckily for Annette, her cell phone was in the pocket of her robe. Imagine that.

Twenty minutes later her head was in her hand, her eyes closed, "No, Aunt Catherine, I swear to you, it is not Halloween come early. Yes, I promise. I will. I will. Catboy? No, really, he's fine, harmless. Just my fake big brother. Cally is still great. I have a great roommate, don't worry." Pause. Pause. Nod.

"I'll call, I promise, first time I see one of those...things. Love you too. Bye." The phone snapped closed and Annette leaned her head back against the chair, listening to her stomach growl.

(ooc: open!! but sp is total love today. seeing holiday family off to the airport!)

lovelylana.livejournal.com

After making a series of phone calls to Marie, Phoebe, Bel, Blair, Jarod, Lavender, and Jack, she settled down on the couch to read and think about things.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might be wandering by.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen, humming Christmas carols absently as he cooked breakfast that consisted of the bacon and eggs and French toast alone with the usual breakfast stuff. There was also egg nog along with the usual orange juice and coffee because hey, Christmas Eve Day.

In the lounge part of the common room, Hunter was avidly stalking and pouncing on and wrestling with an empty cut down roll that wrapping paper comes on. Dean kept one eye on him as he cooked.

He didn't know how many students were still hanging around, but he figured those that were would probably appreciate food. After all they always did.

[OOC: food and post are both open to all]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was a little sad that it was the last Hunting class and the last Hunting class protest. He had thought about chaining himself to the doors of the danger shop, but studying for finals was taking up a lot of time and Blair hadn't gotten down to town to buy a set of chains. So he was sitting by the doors, highlighting things in a notebook and holding a sign that had two crudely drawn demons wearing leotards.

It may have been the late nights studying, or too much exposure to highlighters, but Blair really thought the Exercise with Demons tag line was hilarious.

[ooc: open for interaction]

demonbelthazor

After he was done with classes for the day, Bel headed down to the lobby to meet up with Phoebe, Isabel, and Cameron.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He kept reaching for the athame tucked in the back of his pants, under his jacket, reassuring himself with its presence. He may not have had his powers, but good demon steel would still do some damage in his hands.

[ooc: Bel's waiting for specific people, but post is open, of course.]

Current Mood: anxious

sogothcally.livejournal.com

The TV was playing the DVD of last year's pageant. The ~~handwavey~~ posters had advertised this event, and there was lots of free popcorn for everyone.

Hopefully, Mr. Bristow would be pleased, and not kill Cally.

Cally herself was sitting at a small table, which had a bunch of bottles on it. There was a little sign saying "Viper Juice, $5.00 per Bottle".

Maybe it'd work.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker wandered out of the International Food Explosion at some point, and headed up to the roof. It was cold out, but the food was hot and she had a jacket, so she sat on the balustrade, and enjoyed the stars.

[ooc: for

futurebucs_star but open for all roofly smoking and chat]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was carrying both a sign and a petition today and he was very happy that to have his cast off for this sort of protest day. Marching back and forth before the door he chanted the message on his sign. "Education for everybody! Support the male troll scholarship!"

Every once in a while he would yell out; "Hunting sucks!" Just in case there was a rule about protesting random things in front of hunting class.

[ooc: open!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Another invasion come and gone, and this time Anders got to be kind of useful. What's a guy to do but brood and smoke on the roof, after all that?

So yep, that would be exactly what Anders was doing, all the while composing a letter to Kara in his head. He also had his Pyramid ball with him, and was bouncing it around in between drags.

Fun times.

[OOC: Thread with

demonbelthazor locked, but otherwise open. Because I forgot to mention this earlier after Firefox crashed on me mid-post.]

nadiathesaint

After seeing the group off in the first floor lobby, Nadia had returned to her room to ~~sulk~~ ~~brood~~ try to get some more sleep.

It hadn't really worked. Her shoulder still hurt, but she still wasn't icing it. Instead, she'd taken even more tylenol and was now curled up on the edge of the couch in the common room, staring out the window as if she could keep an eye on the rescue attempts from there.

A distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome thing.

[ooc: open for any other noncombatants]

nine-and-ears.livejournal.com

The Doctor had been well informed of the trolls from Jane, and last night's radio had spurred him into some resemblance of organization. First stop, the dorms.

He didn't have access to the PA System or anything, so he had a megaphone in the lobby.

"Attention please, attention please! We have captives in the very large mansion in town, and we should not be snug in our beds while this occurs! Who is willing to organize, willing to face the belly of the beast and be unafraid to scritch it in order to achieve our goals? There is danger, certainly, but there are lives in possibly mortal peril. Come one, come all. We shall seperate the men from the boys, the whites from the yolks, the chaff from the... whatever it is you seperate chaff from. Prove yourselves! You all think that you're so grown up and brave, well now is the time to prove it!"

[ooc: A post to organize at least part of the rescue attempt. Come one, come all.

EDIT: Plan of attack has been announced!

Link for Group to the Front!

For attacking the rear!]

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Yep, it was that time again -- time to go up to the roof, smoke, and brood over what to get people for Christmas.

Okay, actually Anders was brooding over his conversation with Parker yesterday, but still. There was also Christmas-shopping brooding going on. Look, he could multitask, all right? Two kinds of brooding and smoking, all at once. There was even pacing back and forth.

Skilled, that guy. Really.

[OOC: Roofily open, though he's here for his regular torture session. *g*]

sensethevisions

Phoebe had woken up way too early this morning.

Since she didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and Cole was still sleeping, she had come out into the Common Room. She was pensive and wasn't exactly liking the things she was feeling lately.

Being with her family over the weekend had helped some, but she was still really worried about the way things were going.

Now, she was sitting on the couch with one of the books Mr. Winchester had recommended to her and she had another book she had found on souls while she was at home. On the table in front of her were donuts and juice.

Current Music: Sheryl Crow - Steve McQueen

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders was starting to think he should just set up a tent on the roof or something, as often as he seemed to be up here these days.

Still, it was the brooding spot, and since people seemed to not be brooding up here lately he felt it was his duty to take up the slack. He had some vague, slightly irrational (okay, mostly irrational) fear that it was necessary to the structural integrity of the dorms to supply the roof with a certain amount of emo on a regular basis.

Not that he was emo, really. Just sort of . . . thoughtful. Trying not to think too much about Parker's most recent advice to him, trying not to wonder if Bridge was mad at him or something, trying not to think too much about last Thanksgiving, and trying to think about what to get people for Christmas this year.

That last one was actually the real emo-inducer. Buying presents for one person at a time was hard enough. But presents for everybody at once? How did people on the Thirteenth Colony do this every year?

[OOC: Open, yo -- I'm heading out to go see Happy Feet in an hour or so, but after I come back I'll probably be around for hours on end.]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was very excited for his trip tonight, so he had decided to hand out lollipops. Luckily, he found ones that helped with his message.

He was also writing down ideas for car games in his notebook. "License plate bingo. Name that tune. Cow spotters. What else?"

[ooc: open for interaction!]

stykera

Stark was feeling social tonight, so he'd made a ~~handwavey~~ run to J,GOB and picked up a very large assortment of cookies and brought them to the common room. He'd briefly toyed with the idea of two plates, one labeled "My Cookies" and the other "Your Cookies," but ended up putting them all on one large plate on the table by the couch.

He was now seated on a couch, happily nibbling on cookies and looking for something on TV to keep him entertained.

[Open like a common room post tends to be. Also, no fainting from shock plz.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had put in a couple of good solid hours on the Pyramid court, followed by a quick run, after which he'd taken a nice long shower (in his own bathroom, thank you very much) and fixed himself a sandwich.

So with the healthy part of the day over, naturally, he was up on the roof smoking.

[OOC: Open! Quite literally, actually, 'cause you know, roof.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana curled up on the couch in the common room. She'd been working hard on not being depressed, but tonight just wasn't a good night. So she was currently watching Striding High, mostly for the eye candy, but hey, nothing wrong with that!

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: depressed

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders liked physical activity. It was familiar, habitual, even, and once he got into the flow of what he was doing it was very easy for him to just shut his brain down and act without thinking.

Sometimes not thinking was good. Sometimes he was all about the not thinking.

Which would be why he was working the weight apparatus like a crazy person, and had been for at least the past hour. He'd run out of steam fairly soon, at this rate, but he wasn't stopping until then.

[OOC: Open, if you're up at this hour. Anders is here for . . . an awkward and probably ill-advised encounter, but he's around.]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had contemplated making a sign to support Bel, but he wasn't sure He didn't know they were real vampires! would be all that helpful. Instead he decided to support Bel a little more subtly, and drew a picture of Mr. Winchester and Bel hugging. The stick figures weren't terribly recognizable, so Blair labeled them before writing the slogan.

Make a friend! Hug a demon!

[ooc: open of course!]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally was very contemplative. So far the reaction to her new powers weren't the rousing 'hurrah' she'd kinda hoped for.

So here she was. Popping individual kernels of popcorn, because she could. Plus, it was really helping with that whole focus and control thing.

Gelmoore Gals and Vanessa Saturn were on tonight, so those were sort of acting as a background to her popping efforts.

[ooc: Ooooopen.]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had woken up hungry for more than algae shakes, and had puttered around the kitchen until he found the ingredients for pancakes. If he could ever flip one correctly, he might be able to eat.

[open!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was sitting upside down on the couch, munching on a chicken empanada and reading a book.

The adventures of six miss-matched characters across a make-believe world were surprisingly engaging.

[ooc: zomg, open]

demonbelthazor

Instead of packing for Vegas (because he of course preferred to leave these kind of things to the last minute, and it's not like he couldn't just shimmer back if he forgot anything), Bel lounged in the common room, fiddling with his laptop. He was looking up things to do in Vegas, and he'd found some rather interesting possiblities, most of which hinged on Phale and Wilson not catching him sneaking out.

Hopefully no summons from the Underworld would ruin the trip.

Current Mood: busy

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