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wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had spent most of the day cloaked in shadows, walking about the island and thinking of how pathetic his life used to be. "I shouldn't have come back. Attending the reunion was a foolish idea."

A dark and disembodied voice answered him back, saying in a drawn-out whisper, "But speak the words and Master will be away from here. Time and space are nothing to Rubicante."

"No," Andrew replied. "I'll play out these memories -- see what lies at the end of this little cosmic hoax."

"Ut vos votum," the voice replied.

"That's right. As I wish." Andrew spoke a few guttural words in a language long dead and the shadows lifted, taking the source of the voice with it.

He stood there, aged but a little, and looked out over the island. To those who can sense such things, even the air about him seemed to ripple with dark malevolence.

[ooc: Roof open! Feel free to chat up the Andrew.]

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron has been sitting in front of the TV for quite some time now. He seems to be entranced with a television show that deals with Aurors but in a muggle variety. They also seem to be obsessed with SUV's.

And there's a "DOINK DOINK" sound that keeps happening that appears to have some sort of hypnotic quality.

[Open like a common room]

keds-champion.livejournal.com

After hearing about Jim and his very exciting Homecoming date -- which she was totally okay with, really -- Pam didn't feel like doing much of anything.

Which was why late Thursday night found her camped out in front of the television, focusing on absolutely nothing on the screen. But she was totally okay with Jim going out with some random girl. Really. Toooootally fine.

[Pam's here to run into someone in particular, but open to other night owls.]

way-black.livejournal.com

Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, ~~Will~~ Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

Current Mood: predatory

notawitch.livejournal.com

It was late, but Will found herself unable to sleep. After spending a couple hours tossing and turning in bed, she finally sat up, and resignedly admitted that she just wasn't going to fall asleep. She threw on her pink jacket over her PJs, and slipped quietly out of her room so as not to wake Teddy.

Will wandered down the fourth floor hallways, and down the stairs to the third floor. She figured that walking to the end of that hall and back up to her room would help her stretch out, and maybe be able to get to sleep easier.

There was some kind of sweet smelling herb in the air, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

(OOC: Open.)

Current Mood: restless

flamingbonehead.livejournal.com

Why yes, that was a motorcycle in the common room. And yes, that was the floor length common room window opened as wide as it would go. And that was in fact a guy dressed in a very nice looking white leather racing suit with orange flames decals on it.

If it looked like he was preparing to do something very stupid in very public area, that was probably a trick of the light.

[OOC: Open. Mwahahaha.]

Current Mood: determined

flamingbonehead.livejournal.com

Due to a shipping error, Johnny seemed to have received a large box full of sample Avon products in the mail. (Whoever this 'Jenny Blozen' was, he hoped that she wouldn't be too disappointed when her box didn't arrive.) So, like any teenaged hick who'd spent most of his life without a permanent address, instead of taking it back to the post office and telling them about the mistake, he took it to the common room on his floor and started opening it up.

He had no idea what most of these creams and powders and tubes were supposed to do, but he figured that he could probably fake his way through giving other ~~victims~~ people a makeover.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: artistic

way-black.livejournal.com

Here a week, and already Blackheart was getting nasty ~~handwavey~~ letters on parchment from his Father. It was bad enough that the old man felt the need to check up on him, did he honestly have to do so on parchment? How absolutely, maddeningly... old fashioned. Paper. Honestly. Was it so difficult to use paper? He was the lord of Hell, for Hell's sake, one would think it wouldn't be difficult to get his hands on the stuff. Send a demon up to get some. So bloody difficult. Really.

Blackheart had even been good enough to give his father the benefit of the doubt and read through it. Typical parental garbage. 'How is school?' 'Learn anything new?' 'You better not have killed anyone, or you'll be in so much trouble, mister.'

Stupid old man.

Blackheart wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize his time here in Fandom, if it meant that he didn't have to actually spend time around his Father.

That's why he was stalking angrily down the hallways on his way out of the building, so that he wasn't lighting a fire in his dorm room. Hellfire wasn't really a good thing to be using indoors.

(For one person in particular, but hey, I'm not gonna stop you from using the hallways. Boggle at the angry, pasty, kind of smelly goth kid if you want to!)

Current Mood: annoyed

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The Roof, After Sunset

Third Floor Common Room: Sunday Evening

Second Floor Common Room [late evening]

Third Floor Hallways, Saturday Afternoon

Third floor hallway, sometime after Midnight, very early Saturday morning

Third floor common room, Thursday evening

Third floor common room, Friday morning.

Through the Halls of the Dorms, Friday Night

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