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jaegerborn.livejournal.com

When the clock struck seven sharp, something happened to the rec room. DVD players vanished, consoles disappeared. The television was no more. Anything that contained even the slightest trace of modernity became nothing; replaced, instead, with ancient furniture and ancient toys.

You might not be able to play Great Thieving Cars 5 tonight, but the bored among you could choose from an array of tops, dolls, knucklebones, bibloquets and hoops. And that was just as entertaining, wasn't it? Wasn't it.

Two hours later, the clock struck nine, and all the extraneous wood became metal and plastic again, as if nothing had happened at all.

[[ open for interaction! ]]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Even though she was something like a delinquent who'd almost gotten kicked out of school more than once, Maddie had zero experience vandalizing anything. On purpose, anyway. Accidentally dinging someone's car door or scratching a desk with your pen didn't count.

So she'd come down to the lobby with a bag of gum, duct tape, and spray paint, which, okay, that should definitely be used outdoors, but those sounded like things that could at least deface the machine, right? And who knew, maybe she'd meet a handy telekinetic who could move the thing elsewhere! Did they have handy telekinetics here?

It didn't occur to her that she might get into trouble for this, but like anyone was going to give her detention for doing something to a machine that wasn't supposed to be here anyway? Really.

[Open if you'd like to watch, help, or hinder!]

fairest-blood.livejournal.com

Snow had lived in a castle most of her life. Just not an inflatable one. She was worried about puncturing the strange material it was made out of, so she was very careful about not bringing anything sharp inside as she claimed a corner as her own.

Fortunately, she did know how to light a fire. It wasn't cold out, but the light it provided was nice, and she felt more comfortable sitting outside rather than inside, not just because of the weirdness of the bouncy castle, but just because she could be outside.

She idly poked at the small fire with a stick, then leaned back to look up at the stars.

[Open!]

Current Mood: calm

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

Between one thing and another, Kate had never actually watched a live episode of the TV show Bow ~~Arrow~~. But she had downloaded all the previous episodes and watched them on her laptop. Just for professional curiosity, you know. Someone was making a TV show about a superhero with a bow! It was almost required she watch.

...and he was really, really hot in the training montages that showed up in almost every episode. Yeah, she totally watched this for the plot.

[I have been waiting to do this forever!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.

Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.

And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.

[open, la.]

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. ]]

plzdontcatchme.livejournal.com

Well. If you asked Frank, this whole pretending-to-be-a-loyalist plan was a pretty good one. He'd been on Team Good for about two weeks now, opposing the evil regime and all that, but instead of living in the back of a warehouse and fishing food out from bins, he got to hang out in the common room, sleep in a bed, and wash his clothes regularly. Really, it was the best way to do things.

So, taking full advantage of that, he had his clothes in a laundry machine downstairs, a movie on about some guy going on a road trip on a moped, and an insane amount of Chinese food on the table in front of him.

He'd totally bring some of it back for his fellow rebels to enjoy, but right now he was bonding with some mu shu pork. Just cut him some slack, okay?

[[finally got up the courage to post something and it winds up being... this. open, with SP while

lockestheway and i grab some sushi!]]

dollpocalypse

So for the second year in forever, Topher... was not making it to Comic-Con. Which was traumatizing. Seriously, what was the point of being from L.A. if he didn't get to do his annual four-day trek to San Diego with a tent for camping out for panels, a backpack of inappropriate starches, and absolutely zero qualms about annoying people in front of him to the point that they left the line? Really now.

However. Despite that devastating setback sure to have long-lasting emotional ramifications on his psyche and nerd cred, he was able to tough it out to some degree thanks to the joy of technology. Like his laptop, which was open in front of him with about a zillion tabs open to various panel live feeds. And of course there was Tumblr, which never failed to catch all the really good quotes. Usually in GIF form.

Tumblr was the best.

So. With a few pizzas left out on the table to fill in for his usual high-cal SDCC snacks (and seriously, what was with the pizza place and delivering way more than he ordered? Not that Topher was complaining or anything), Operation: Make Like It's Comic-Con was underway.

Well. Comic-Con probably didn't permit wolf puppies like the one Topher had with him. But this was really really close.

[[open! PLEASE entertain me, i beg you.]]

wwiii

"Oh, god."

Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.

"Oh god oh god oh god."

Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.

And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.

On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.

"Karla!"

Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.

[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie got to the lobby early to make sure everything was set up just right at the table, and then settled in to spend her day there. The lobby was a little warm today, and while the um. troll janitor was fixing the thermostat, she just hung her cardigan on the back of her chair and went about with flower/ticket selling. And the blind date signups, but that was all frat.

She was going to do her best to ignore any trolls. Or their jazz handsing.

[The teacup had never even heard of Fosse. I mean to fix that, yes.]

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?"

dollpocalypse

So after their...uh, the movie they'd seen last night, Topher and Billy had ~~handwavily or not, it depends~~ headed back to the common room to watch a Space Battles marathon. And... apparently they'd fallen asleep there.

Waking up, Topher opened his eyes, slowly lifted his head off of Billy's shoulder (what? He was comfy!), took in the room, and shrieked at the top of his lungs.

"OH MY GOD!"

[[open like a weird weekend common room, omg. no, i did not set an alarm to wake up and post this. YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING.]]

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.

wasthecuteone

It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks. There was a ~~handwavey~~ party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))

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.

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.

wasthecuteone

The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))

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

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

dollpocalypse

It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

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1st floor lobby- Tuesday evening

Crocodile Pit campfire, Sunday night

Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

Third floor common room [morning]

Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]

Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

The Hallways, Saturday Morning

First floor lobby- Friday all day

Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room

Sixth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, First Floor Rec Room

Halloween Mixer - 6th Floor, Monday After Classes

Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday After Classes

Boys' Bathroom, Monday Evening

Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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