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There used to be a time that Ender spent most of his nights up here. He hadn't realized until now that he slept slightly longer, and longed less for quiet and solitude than he once did-- he hadn't forgotten why he used to come up here, but he had forgotten to do so for... over a year now.

And since Ben seemed interested in doing the nostalgia tour of Fandom one last time before they left, well, it was time to change that.

He went up with a thin blanket very early in the morning, shortly after hitting the pool. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he sat down on the ground and waited - for Ben, and for anyone else who might make their way up onto the roof, the way they always had even when he hadn't wanted them to.

[[ 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.]

endsthegame

That morning Ender had received four phone calls from Peter.

Three had come from Fandom's Peter, and in all cases Peter had hung up before Ender managed to even answer the call. The third was from his own Peter, calling in to confirm he'd be showing up and he'd be taking Petra and Suriyawong with him.

Ender's opinion of these events was mixed - though he would hardly say no to a chance to see Petra and Surrey again, the rest was a little more complicated.

Luckily, his regular morning swim always allowed for a good opportunity to clear his head. He made it there early so that he'd have some more time today, quickly stripping down to his swim trunks and diving in.

If there was one thing he'd miss about Fandom in the near future, it would be the easy pool access.

[[ open! ]]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet sort of day, and now Firekeeper and Blind Seer were rounding it off with Chinese food and channel surfing.

Well, okay, Firekeeper was eating the Chinese food (Blind Seer's tastes didn't really run that way) and doing most of the channel-flipping. Blind Seer was mostly taking up one of the couches by sprawling across it.

Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately), Firekeeper had misjudged portion sizes when she'd tried to order just a little bit of everything, and ended up with rather a lot of everything. So she was quite willing to share with anyone who came by.

wasthecuteone

Today the snacks table sported the usual beverage options and snack fund jar, plus a plate of red velvet cupcakes Petra had made (starting with a devil's food cake mix, she wasn't afraid to admit) and a smaller plate of vegan red velvet cupcakes from J,GoB with a little sign propped up next to it reading, "Vegan!" with a little smiley face.

"Hey, guys!" Petra said. "I hope everyone's having a good week, and wasn't too traumatized by last Thursday." She shuddered a little dramatically and said, "So, okay, business first, I talked to Tony from the frat and they're doing a sort of Secret Valentine thing, where you can sign up to be paired up with someone on Valentine's Day. It totally doesn't have to be a romantic thing, it can just be to have someone to hang out with and eat chocolate or whatever. I thought it sounded really cool and I promised I'd tell you guys about it, so, I have. They're doing signups in the lobby with the Student Council flower sales and dance tickets, so hit all that up on your way out the door if you haven't already. If you want to, I mean.

"Anyway, that got me thinking, we can't let the frat beat us, right? We should do something cool for the student body. Valentine's Day is pretty much covered, but there'll be other holidays, or we could do something just because it's Friday some week or whatever. So I just want to toss that out there. Does anybody have any ideas? For a St. Patrick's Day activity or something? And even if you don't, is there anything anyone wants to talk about with the club this week?"

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

There was pizza and drinks in the rec room for everyone this afternoon. Because they understood just what a teenage boy wanted to have, you see. That or they just really liked pizza.

Either way, there it was.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, smiling at the assembled crew. “Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin if this is your first time here. Welcome back if not.”

"You'll find that this is one of the more laid-back clubs," Warren added with a smile of his own. "Mostly we just find fun stuff to do, and we do it. There were go-karts last semester, if I'm remembering right."

He wasn't exactly built for them, what with the extra limbs on his back and all, but he had willpower and a desire to drive around in a miniature car like an idiot. He'd persevered.

As did they all. “Today this is just to get to know everyone,” Tony added. “And maybe give us some suggestions for what you all want to do. Lex suggested a trip to a Comic Con at the club fair, so we’ve got that one!”

Warren made a bit of an 'oooo' face at that. He'd never been to a Comic Con.

"I'd be game for that," he decided, and then shot a grin to the group, gesturing to the pizza. "So, help yourselves, introduce yourselves to people you don't know yet, or whatever. Talk about what you want to do with the club this semester. The sky is... pretty much the limit, here, really. We've got a crazy budget for this club."

No. Really.

nonelikemesince.livejournal.com

Evidently there was only so far that Anakin's curiosity about the island could go to distract him from the problems at home and his distance from them; finding out that both his sister and his best friend had been here and then gone had a little something to do with that, but mainly it was that he was here and restless and away from it all.

He was still in the habit of practicing with his remote every day. He didn't spend all of those practice sessions fighting imaginary opponents in heroic fantasies any more the way he used to (and the way Jacen always got on his case about) now that he had some actual combat experience, but every now and then he'd indulge in it, and then tell himself he was coming up with hypothetical battle scenarios.

There was less of that in today's session, though; mainly it was just Anakin and the hum of his lightsaber blade and the soft zap noises of the remote, lost in the flow of the movement. There was also an edge of frustration in his Force presence, and he wasn't above being glad Jacen wasn't around to call him on that.

[OOC: Despite the lack of decent lightsaber art of this boy to make good icons, open salle is open.]

momslilassassin

Ben hadn't exactly been getting a lot of sleep these days, so he finally gave up on trying and wandered into the common room barefoot in search of coffee and something other than the list of Fandom students and alumni who hadn't made it back to the island by yesterday evening to keep his mind busy.

He flipped the television on...and found that it was showing a gremlin-bite tape of his father and Gavin Kriffing Darklighter thinking they were gay German magicians.

"Poor Artoo," Ben murmured, a small smile playing across his lips.

This was certainly distracting, but Ben might not be so pleased the next time a Skywalker gremlin bite came onto the screen.

Current Mood: amused

glacial_queen

Okay...after the trip home and what she and Raven had discovered about the disappearance of the island of Zuul--pardon, Zuulaman--Karla had some very complex emotions to work through. On the one hand, she was pretty certain that whatever was going on with other people's worlds was not at all related to what happened to Zuulaman. So, that was a plus. She didn't know what she would have done if Uncle Sae--if the High Lord had somehow been responsible for Priestly and Valentine and Jak and Dujae and whoever else had gone missing. On the other hand, now she had no ideas or clues or anything else to go on. Her tangled web hadn't been particularly helpful, her dreams remained vague and unsettling, no one seemed to know what to do and her one lead had fizzled out completely.

So, yeah. Stick practice. A lot of it. Even if it didn't actually help her sort out her problems, she could practice until she was ready to drop. That should make for a few hours at least when she wasn't fretting over something she couldn't change. She threw herself into the forms Lucivar had drilled into her, moving from one to the other, faster and faster until she could get them flawless.

She was going to be here for awhile.

[Expecting one, but open!]

momslilassassin

Half to give Ender some time to process Val's disappearance and half because it was a good idea, Ben was putting up hand-written posters on various bulletin boards:

Relatives and/or friends back home gone missing? Leave your information here, or contact Ben (555-LGCY or Ender (555-ENDR)

They didn't have the first idea of what was happening, but knowing how big the problem had become might help. Maybe.

[OOC: Open for finding him if you'd like!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

The meeting was back in the dorms today. Nothing too crazy after a weekend of running around as kids, thank you very much.

“Hey everyone,” Tony said. “It’s going to be a very easy meeting with some cartoons Warren had.”

Because Tony didn’t watch cartoons. Or anything.

"Nothing really fancy," Warren added, holding up a couple of DVDs. "Some Adolescent Mutated Samurai Frogs and old episodes of the Y-People from back in the 90s, mostly. Being a kid again kind of inspired me to get my hands on some of my favorites from when I was a kid."

And being a Worthington meant that he could get his hands on them quickly! Double-bonus!

Rich kids!

“Sit back and enjoy, okay?” Tony said cheerfully.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was hungry. She'd fed Dolly (did you know droid babies don't like to be fed water?) and cleaned her room and that made her miss breakfast. She knew she could ask an adult or a big kid to make her some, but she had the mind of a big girl and was sure she could do it herself.

So she'd gone to the common room, made the TV show cartoons, and then went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. This meant she was sitting in front of the open fridge door, cracking eggs (badly) and putting them in a bowl on the floor. This would work out a lot better if she was allowed to- or tall enough- to use the stove.

[Open as weetiny common rooms are!]

momslilassassin

Ben was hoping he'd get ALL the extra-credit for this, as well as the thanks of his grandfather for saving his droid babies from makeovers, experiments in being flung from a window and whatever else the now-small Ethics class would come up with to torture their homework.

Which was why he had a sign (that he would be happy to explain to the non-readers) that read:

I'LL TRADE YOU A LOLLIPOP FOR YOUR DROID BABY

It was worth a try, anyway.

endsthegame

In the years before his trip to Ben's universe, Ender had often been drawn up here: to the roof, where he could have the best view of the weather, or of the stars. It had been a long time since he'd been, too busy with one thing or another, then too distracted by Ben and recent developments. But it had just been a matter of time.

He was leaning on the divider that kept him from tumbling off, staring up at the sky. Thinking. It had been a long time since he'd heard from anyone in Ben's galaxy. He hoped Alai had not carried through their plans yet - he had no intention of getting anyone stuck over there. More importantly, though, he thought about the future again.

It was really easy to get sucked back into the present right now. To pretend everything would be the same. At the same time, he couldn't; Ender just didn't feel equipped for that kind of thinking. It smacked too much of contentment, a quality he had yet to discover in himself. Some parts of his life were good-- others kept reminding him of the road ahead, and of how little this planet felt like home any longer.

He wondered if it would always be like that. Who am I, that I don't know my home?

( 'I had been wondering when your brain was going to jump back to morbid, and here you are, bemoaning the fate of-- what is it, this time?' Jane asked. )

[[ conversation under the cut NFB, but post is open! ]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

dollpocalypse

Topher was sitting on top of a laundry machine, flicking buttons and knobs while someone else's laundry was getting washed. It was a fairly simple mechanism, as far as he could tell. Not too complicated or anything. Of course, he'd never tried to use one. He wasn't particularly bothered with the idea of interrupting the cycle of whoever's clothes were being washed, because this was all in the name of science and it therefore trumped personal clothes-having. Naturally.

Hmm. What would happen if he changed it from whites to colors? Well, only one way to find out, he guessed.

On the machine next to him, he'd laid out a series of fairly meticulously folded clothes. And one girl's shirt that did not belong to him and had a curious stain on it. You... probably didn't want to know what that was about.

No, really. You didn't.

[[Topher's here for Ben, but it's an open laundry room! ~~And if you want it to be your character's clothes that he's messing up, that is all the funnier!~~ Clothes owner has been arranged!]]

wwiii

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

momslilassassin

Ben was trying to catch up on the news from home through his laptop, but his research into Tahiri's new lawyer kept getting interrupted by annoying pop-up advertisements for sales on women's clothing.

"That was one weekend," he snarled at the computer, "and I wasn't me!"

The shop was open! Ignore the grumbling.

[OOC: *facepalms* We'll pretend this in townies, yes?]

whenshewasnice

Natalie had gotten a call from her mother today. Just a basic, checking up on the daughter kind of call. Though she'd been here for a few weeks now, it was the first of its kind. Not because her parents didn't care about her, but because they knew she could handle being far away from home. They thought she was a smart, capable girl, after all.

Still, her mother had expressed the same concern Natalie had heard many times over the years, and that was the one about whether she was making friends and not just shutting herself in her room with her books and her comics and letting the social world pass her by.

She'd answered yes and no, in that order.

So, now she was curled up on one of the couches in the common room, with a mug of fresh coffee and a business studies textbook she'd checked out from the library a few days ago. What? She didn't like lying to her parents, but she also wasn't exactly about to throw a party for the whole floor or anything.

[ooc: Open common room, yup.]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

It seemed that today was an odd day for the bathrooms in the dorms. Not that Tony knew that, of course. What he knew was that there was a random sheet of butcher paper on the wall next to the sinks.

It was hard to miss, really.

And it was tempting to draw on. So, so tempting. No one would care if he doodled a little something on it, right?

[[Like the girls could be the only ones... OPEN FOR DEFACING!]]

glacial_queen

After a class, Karla went back to her room and changed into Morton's old cast-offs. Between the heavy content of today's discussion, the rapidly fading memories of the previous weekend, and the radio's reports that 'Dite was leaving--which would explain her message asking Karla to meet her at the store later--she had a lot to ~~brood over~~ think about. And now that the ground was thawed enough, Karla decided to skip the roof in favor of spending some quality time in the gardens. She could be useful and thoughtful at the same time with the guarantee that she'd feel better when she was done.

Ten minutes later, she was muddy, with dirt under her fingernails and over her face and already feeling a little better about everything.

[Open!]

momslilassassin

Ben had left a message for Leia last night to invite her to join him in the gym today (in Ben's world, bad thing were best dealt with by breaking machinery, hitting things, or eating ice cream) and was currently wasting time as he waited by trying out new self-defense moves on the dummies for his training sessions with Ender.

There was a lot of fake arms breaking in the gym right now.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open for all!]

Current Mood: busy

momslilassassin

Well, it wasn't like Ben wasn't up ridiculously early each morning anyway, so after his usual run around the island and sunrise and a stop into the Perk for two coffees instead of the usual one, he made his way into the gym to meet up with his roommate for their first lesson in "how to defend yourself without killing the other guy."

It was a rather specific problem.

[OOC: Ben is expecting one, but open gym is open for interactions! Also, character's ridiculous morning productivity != the mun's. Ben's a freak.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was trying to figure out what was worse: the fact that he spent part of the day being evil, or the fact that he was apparently bad at it. Not that he WANTED to be good at being evil, but if he was going to be evil, he couldn't have been better at it? All he did while being mind-controlled was stand there and speak about how evil he was. He didn't even throw a punch. Again, not that he WANTED to punch anyone who was trying to do some good, but it felt like AIM really wasted his talents. And after that, he didn't even get to threaten anyone about the mind-control!

It was possible that Bruce didn't think about things like normal people would.

Bruce was thinking about all of this at the edge of the roof. That was probably the bright spot of all of this. The fact that he FINALLY had the roof to himself for standing around and being stoic. Sometimes it was the little things.

[OOC: That said, Bruce is entirely interruptable and the roof is open.]

wwiii

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame

glacial_witch and

trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

batwaffles.livejournal.com

It had been an uneventful trip home, for the most part: a thorough debriefing on everything she'd observed and learned about in Fandom so far, complete with the expected stinging critique of what she could have done better, but much to Stephanie's disappointment not even one little brief and boring patrol. So uneventful, for the most part, except for getting to catch up with Cass, and then the fight she'd had with Tim that had started with her calling him on not being happy that she hadn't quit being Robin yet and ended with what she was pretty sure was a breakup. Oops. So much for a good Valentine's Day. (She could have felt worse about it, but really, if he couldn't be happy for her . . .)

She'd gotten back to Fandom just before nightfall, and spent a couple of hours putting away her clean laundry and carefully stashing all the treats Alfred had sent along, then headed on up here.

She wasn't really brooding; Steph didn't do brooding. That was the big guy's job, and part of hers was to balance that out. It was just that everything was a little simpler when you were hanging out on a rooftop under the cover of night, in costume or out of it. And, she thought, legs dangling idly over the edge of the building, it was a pretty nice night.

[OOC: Open roof is open!]

endsthegame

To say that Ender was Not Amused when he came home from classes to find all of Karla's books (as well as his copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, his books by Nietzsche and Kant and other philosophers, and any number of biology texts) reduced to romantic drivel would be a severe understatement. His laptop was not a credible alternative because he was still trying to come up with a good way to deal with Jane, and so the only option left to Ender was to head into the common room, and at least hope there were some good documentaries on.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," he said, when the 111th channel also turned out to be playing... something by Jane Austen? No, even that was too much to hope.

This was not his week.

[[ open! ]]

glacial_queen

The roof was the traditional place for brooding, and so, after the walls of her room had finally gotten stifling, that was where Karla had fled. As much as she hated to admit it, the weather was a bit of a draw as well; she wanted to rail and curse and demand gray skies and rainy days to match her mood, but she couldn't deny how nice the sun felt. It couldn't really lift her spirits, but they might have been slightly lighter after she'd been sitting out for awhile.

[Open like a roof, though warning for emo. It's likely that information about Raven will come out in conversation, so please let me know early on if this is not okay.]

momslilassassin

Today Ben's investigation had taken a slightly different tack that just looking in books. He'd fallen back on his GAG training and was viewing the abductions for what they were--a crime.

And a criminal investigation required evidence. After scraping off rock samples from different walls in town (maybe he'd be able to discover what property was allowing those walls to grow so fast), Ben pulled his rebreather over his mouth and slowly approached the swamp near the school.

Even with the aid of the rebreather, the stench of rotten eggs was almost overwhelming. He glanced at the rickety bridge, wondering if it would be worth it to construct something a little sturdier.

[OOC: Open! Anyone want to build a bridge?]

Current Mood: working

momslilassassin

Ben had spent a long, long day in the library getting nowhere himself, but some of the other people'd had more luck.

Being Ben, he had written down all of the clues they'd shared on the wipe board himself and was now trying to see if he could spot a connection between an Escher painting, a similar maze in Ireland two hundred years ago, a creepy hallucinatory and death-inducing recipe and a weird song.

But the part that was sticking in his mind was the snatch of the conversation he'd overheard between Scully and the librarian, about how Escher had been "wished" away to spend time in the maze.

He had a giant pot of coffee going since he wasn't planning to sleep (or, frankly, to go back to his room. It was too empty there), and was settling in for the evening.

The boy could use some company.

Current Mood: working

endsthegame

Ender had been inside during yesterday's attack, knowing full well there was little he could do except make trips downstairs to make sure support was well-organised. These invasions had a habit of taking care of themselves, though, and so he hadn't been too concerned-- using Ben's brief absence to rewatch some of the videos he'd been sent.

That hadn't been a smart idea. He'd gone back to his Formic research.

But now it was the-day-after, and he'd been awake for a larger chunk of the night than usual. So eventually he removed himself from his room and pottered into the common room, where he rifled through drawers until he'd come up with a stack of leftover sandwiches from yesterday.

They were sparsely topped - just cheese or ham or both - but there were many of them, so he left them sitting on the table in the middle of the room. He curled up on the couch, laptop on his legs, and worked.

[[ open! ]]

furnaceface

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

[Open! And you better believe that there will be YouTube abuse today.]

glacial_queen

Cream? Check.

Milk? Check.

As many different types of chocolate as they could find? Check.

Enough other various toppings and ingredients to open up a grocery store? Check and double-check.

The second floor common room's kitchen had been transformed. Bowls filled with fruit, candy, chocolate pieces, and other various ingredients were strewn about the counter. Tiny bottles filled with lemon, vanilla, and peppermint extracts lined up like soldiers awaiting deployment. Every available surface in the fridge was filled with cartons of heavy cream and gallons of milk.

In the center of it all, whirring in self-important splendor, was the ice cream maker Ben had gotten for his birthday.

"This," Karla breathed as she glanced around the kitchen one more time, "is going to be epic."

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce lived on the fifth floor. This was only the second. Bruce didn't care. It was the nearest set of showers for him to wash off the stink of sweat, filth, human blood (mostly not his), and grenade launcher exhaust. It had been a long weekend. Residents of the second floor were just going to have to deal with his trespassing.

And his humming. The damn Flower Waltz was stuck in his head after that last fight and it just wouldn't leave.

[OOC: It seems like a lot of people in the lobby were talking about showers, so why not. Come to the showers, wash up, and discuss what exactly that horrifying goop in your hair is! And try not to make out too much, I suppose.]

longislandiceme

There was no real reason for Bobby to be eating his breakfast out by the campfire today, considering breakfast consisted of a bowl of chocolate Lucky Charms and a glass of Coke.

The fire definitely wasn't going, not this early in the morning anyway. But in case anyone else felt like partaking of his entirely healthful breakfast choices, he'd left the box of cereal out. There were also some more cans of the soda and, all right, fine, a carton of orange juice for those who wanted to pretend they could have a balanced breakfast that also included chocolate and marshmallows.

[ooc: I NEVER do morning posts, but I don't work until crazy late today. SO OPEN.]

longislandiceme

So, Bobby had spent the last week or so reading up on basic self-defense. He knew how to fight, but he'd never actually had to teach anyone else before, so he was doing his best to make sure he was doing this right.

After dragging out some mats and arranging them on the floor, he leaned up against the wall and waited for Sookie.

[ooc: Bobby is here for le aformentioned, but post is open, sure.]

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

momslilassassin

Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.

Current Mood: hungry

puppy_fair

Okay, so today had admittedly not been the most productive day that Zack had ever had. He'd skipped work today after having the meaning of Memorial Day explained to him by the gym teacher, and then he'd ~~handwavily~~ headed down to the graveyard. Angeal wasn't there, no, but it was about as close as he was going to get, and the time to just sit quietly and pay his respects had been good for him.

Now, to wrap the day up, he'd grabbed some marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and graham crackers, and he was working on getting a decently sized fire going.

Okay, so Zack's idea of a 'decently sized' fire was possibly not what most sane people considered to be one. He'd heaped the logs on kind of ridiculously high, and then he'd lit that sucker with a Fira spell. The result had singed his eyebrows a little at first, but hey, all the better for making s'mores, right?

... Once he blew out the marshmallow fire.

[Open!]

puppy_fair

Today's meeting of the reserves was not being held in its usual place, no. People had been ~~handwavily~~ notified that the meeting was going to be held in the Danger Shop, and to meet there once the classes for the day were over so that they wouldn't be getting in anyone's way. It was kind of amazing how much stuff could be crammed into one room, wasn't it?

"Heya, guys!" Zack grinned and nodded to people as they filed in. "Today, we're going to be starting on practical runs of stuff that we've been talking about, all along. Unfamiliar and rough terrain, weapons that might be equally unfamiliar, stamina, agility, and that sort of thing."

"Which means," Kennedy contributed, no small amount of cheerful and eager herself, "welcome to the Fandom Gladiators triathlon, you guys. Not everybody's going to be awesome at every single stage of this thing, but that's kinda the point: figuring out what you need to work on, or what you want to get better at. So keep an eye out for that while you're on the course, and we'll be keeping an eye on it too."

"And try not to get killed." Look, Jak... tended to like it better when Torn handled the debriefing. "We've got guns. If you shoot yourselves in the foot, it's not our problem." Well... it technically was, but whatever. "We start training next week. And, uh..." Pause. "Good luck."

momslilassassin

Ben was pretty sure that even Ender would draw the line at Ben trying to reconstruct a junk in their room, so he was down in the garage going through the spare parts Jaina had told him about and consulting the schematics he'd drawn up.

Most Earth-based boats wouldn't move as quickly as Ben was planning to try, for one.

He was certainly making enough racket to be heard from quite a distance away. Getting his attention might take a bit of work.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: working

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

glacial_queen

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

momslilassassin

Ben had noticed an influx of children as he made his usual rounds of exercise-coffee-ice cream shop this morning, but so far none had approached him.

Which was totally not why he was ~~hiding~~ in the salle this afternoon.

He figured if they were his hypothetical children, or any of his relatives, a little lightsaber practice wouldn't keep them away.

And he needed the practice.

So he put a sign on the door warning of live fire and began practicing with a series of remotes.

[OOC: Because I was tired of room posts. Open, especially for Skywalker spawn!]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: I'll Stand By You - The Pretenders

solo_sword

Jaina had managed to heal up the soreness and most of the bruising from Sunday, though she'd learned it was not yet time to get rid of the sling. Nor was it a reason to say she was going to try training just a little bit.

It'd been a rough lesson, let's say that.

So without training to do and no classes today, she was in the common room in front of the TV. Somehow she'd stopped on a Maury episode, and while she meant to change the channels, she was left staring at the people's reactions to all the paternity test results.

[What, I love those eps. Open like a common room, with a warning that I'm home sick and sleep would be awesome if I could manage it.]

Current Mood: dorky

puppy_fair

When the Reserves group assembled behind the dorms today, it was Zack who stepped up to address them first.

( There... weren't any cookies today. )

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up, and open Reserves post is open!]

likes_scoundrels

Leia was not happy. Wherever this place was that she'd awoken in, it wasn't her rooms in the Imperial palace. It wasn't the Imperial palace at all, or even Coruscant.

So now she was stalking from her room and through the halls of the third floor. Someone was going to give her answers. Now.

[Leia is her Sith Lady self from Star Wars: Infinities. Wheee!]

Current Mood: predatory

wwiii

It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

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