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There were pros and cons to the greatest week ever.

Pros: Boys. And a valid, obvious reason to do them without anyone getting judgey.

Cons: Usually she could do what she wanted when she wanted with who and it was no problem, so that part wasn't really any different from her on a normal day. But after a while that antsiness came back, and at this time of the day on a Saturday, who knew who was actually around/not already- ahem- busy.

So it was a mildly frustrated Brooke waiting impatiently for the coffee to brew, sometimes with irritated hand gestures that she knew wouldn't work and the occasional, "Come on already." Because it had not occurred to her that caffeine would not help.

[I am up too damn early and nowhere I need to be opens for hours. Entertain me.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke got back to the dorms late, and still needing to work off some energy, she decided to go ahead and head down to the pool. Not only was it exercise, but maybe the cooler water would help her out some.

Of course, who knew how long the bathing suit would stay on once she'd started swimming the length of the pool. And yes, she knew about the cameras, she just figured whoever was watching the feed might need a treat.

[Open! Yes I'm posting again. Deal. I'm bored and I think most people are ICly doing it which means I have to make my own fun.]

wantstodirect

For the Darkest Night finale episode, Tony ~~handwavily~~ picked up a couple of pizzas and several pints of ice cream. He filled up a plate for himself with a little of each. Mmm, pepperoni and chocolate. Wasn't too bad, actually.

Tonight's season finale episode featured a number of flashbacks from Raymond Dark's life. From the previews, it looked like most of them involved waterfalls, children in white clothing and butterflies. Very existential. Tony hoped they could fit some shirtless Lee in there somewhere. Maybe under the waterfall.

[Open! Last non-rerun DN post until fall.]

Current Mood: hungry

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Day two of the summer project found Ronon in charge of explaining some thing. Never a good sign. "Okay guys, today you need a hard hat and a mask. See this wall?" He pointed. It was a large, thick wall. "We're going through it. Get yourself a sledgehammer and get to work."

Okay, so maybe there wasn't much explanation given.

Current Mood: busy

gobrookeyourself

It was freakishly hot outside and Brooke had nothing to do.

This looked like the perfect opportunity to sit out on the deck with a bottle of water, a radio, and a hell of a lot of tanning lotion, all while praying she didn't fall asleep because wow would that suck.

[Open deck is open!]

Current Mood: lazy

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah had mats pulled out and tables set up with refreshments. When everyone was there she leaned against one of the tables.

"Okay, so this is the last official weekly practice for a few weeks. I figure we could use the break since there are a lot of activities and changes that are coming up with graduation and new students and all of that. I do think we should have a couple of events happen this summer for the students and to make sure that we keep a good profile in the minds of the residents. But those meetings can be called at a later time. For now, let's chill out and have fun on our last official practice today."

She may have sounded a lot more cheerful than she actually felt.

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

There are few things more exciting than a BIRTHDAY.

Unless, of course, it was TWO BIRTHDAYS.

Kaylee and Yurika had discovered that it was BOTH their birthdays today, and that was why the common room was decorated, and there was cake!

And by "decorated," one might assume "with glitter and bits of torn up colored paper flung on things, and some misspelled banners stuck to the wall about two feet off the ground."

Children are excellent decorators, you know.

[~~wait for the ocd~~ and it's up, and everyone is welcome to cooooome]

Current Mood: bouncy

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

A hard day treasure hunting, and Angela... well, hadn't honestly come up with a whole lot of real treasure. She had Chuck's watch and a whole lot of candy she'd scavenged from various common rooms... That was really about it.

It was probably all that sugar that had her still bouncing, and she'd barely made her way through a fraction of it.

She'd moved her blanket fort from her room into the common room, and was dancing along to music all the while making use of the couches and all the cushions she could find to make it the best little blanket fort it could possibly be.

Be nice enough, and she might even share her sleepover space.

[[Open like a common room is!]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was feeling all cooped up in the room- the one where she left the door open all the time- so she made her way out to the common room to get out for a while. Mostly she was channel surfing, though. She paused on Two Shrub Bush for about three seconds, then decided it wasn't worth the facepalming and kept surfing. The gross show with the hot guy who always needed to shower- mmm, hot guy showering- wasn't still on Mondays, was it?

[Open like a common room!]

Current Mood: bored

gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com

Okay, so Claudia had just had the freakiest experience of her life (wtf, creepy little girl trying to eat her, wtf), so she wasn't going anywhere that wasn't brightly lit.

Thus a common room. And a huuuuuuge comforter. And a small mountain of junk food.

And anything but a horror movie on the television.

Current Mood: freaked out liek woah
Current Music: All You Need Is Love - Lynden David Hall

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal no longer felt the need to spew everything single thing that popped into his head and, for that, he counted himself lucky. He thought about what he had said as he went about setting the gym up for cheerleading practice.

It hadn't been too bad, all things considered, but he hated feeling like he didn't have a choice in confessing feelings to someone. Too late for regrets now. At least she hadn't smacked him.

Current Mood: thoughtful

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

[OPEN LIKE A CR. I LOVE TODAY.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was out early today, having worked on party-planning enough to feel good about putting up the posters. Which was what she was doing now, making sure every hallway had at least one, or two, or sixteen of its very own. Had to make sure the word got out, right?

( cut for image! )

[Open if you want to catch her in the halls.

TEXT: Halftime Shows are boring
Come to this one instead!
GIRLKISSY PARTY!
Come educate our less fortunate students by macking on another girl!
SUNDAY in the CR during the Super Bowl halftime
Yes, boys, you can totally watch.
(This has been a Brooke Davis production, in honor of that porn guy)]

Current Mood: satisfied

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

The power outage and all hadn't done anything to dampen Kaylee's spirits. Sure, she was cold, but hey, that just meant she was in cozy sweats (and a couple layers of them) rather than the wee shorts she'd been sporting last week. And sure, it was a little dim, but they were cheerleaders, dammit! They could practice even if they had to do it by flashlight and lantern! (Which, yeah, Kaylee had set up a few of those, just in case it got too dark.)

There were also mats, and bottled water and snacks. Just because the power was out didn't mean practice was canceled.

Current Mood: cold

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Sure, there was inauguration highlights you could be watching. Sure, there was snow that could be played in. Sure, there was homework that could be done.

But why would you do any of those things when two of your gremlin-bitten classmates were destroying the common room in order to prove that their awesome new cleaning products worked?

"HELLO, FANDOM! BILLY MAYS HERE TO SHOW YOU THE CLEANING POWER OF OXYCLEAN!" Harvey pointed at a headset-clad Temari. "AND WITH ME IS MY FRIEND VINCE WHO IS HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE SUCKING POWER OF THE SHAMWOW CLOTH!"

Harvey then opened up a bottle of soda and proceeded to spill it on the carpet. "SHOW 'EM, VINCE!"

[Um, yes, Harvey and Temari think they are Billy Mays and Vince the Shamwow guy. As a warning, you might get stuff spilled on your clothes just to prove the awesome cleaning power of Oxyclean]

Current Mood: SO DAMN EXCITED

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Given that it was far too cold for her to venture outside tonight, Sookie had curled up on the couch and turned on the television.

Unfortunately for anyone who might have wanted to watch anything else, she discovered a VH1 marathon of I Love the New Millenium.

Sure, she was still off a year, but she'd be spending the evening catching up on what she'd missed since 1999. At some point she grabbed herself some ice cream. Just because it was cold outside didn't mean anything. So there.

[we have like 6-8 inches of snow so I got sent home eeeeeearly! entertain meeeee]

mauledbyabear.livejournal.com

Emmett had spent most of the night exploring the dorms and enjoying being able to walk around without the smell of humans being too overpowering. He was thinking about going into town but decided to pace himself when it came to exploring. If he saw everything too fast then he got bored and when he got bored he tended to make houses out of cardboard and play "General Sherman is burnin' everything" in the yard with Jasper (well, Emmett played. Jasper glared). He had the feeling burning the dorms down by accident would be frowned upon. So around 5 am he staked out a place in the common room and started to watch TV.

Now there was football on! Emmett had his ass on the couch, a football in his hand and was watching the Dolphins playing the Ravens. Then the Eagles were playing the Vikings at 4:30. God, he loved Sundays. He was tossing the football quickly between his two hands but making sure it was at a human's pace just in case anyone came in.

[Open, yes. I hope Miami wins...I think I jinxed them omg]

gobrookeyourself

Congratulations, second floor common room, you were getting decorated courtesy of Brooke Davis today. Blame it on the weetiny carolers putting her in a Christmassy mood, but she'd gone out and bought a mass of ~~moddable~~ decorations to put up. Maybe if she had stuff left over, she'd take to the stairwells or something.

So that's what Brooke was doing, letting the tiny carolers carol their tiny hearts out. And she'd even taken using mistletoe liberally, not that she was standing under it with anyone she didn't want to.

[Oooooooooooopen!]

Current Mood: peaceful

gobrookeyourself

With the Food Network on for noise and inspiration, Brooke was cooking.

No, seriously. There was food in the process of being prepared, and she was all cute in her apron and everything. The food would probably even be edible when it was all done. She'd sort of taken up the whole kitchen with stuff that needed to go into the oven, things that needed to get saran wrapped and put in the fridge, and cookies that were already done and waiting to be eaten and shared because she wasn't very good with self-control. Look, you had to get the important stuff done first.

[LJ sucks and I'm not getting notifications, but dammit I'm home early and I am posting. Open!]

Current Mood: busy

gobrookeyourself

A little stuck on the idea of Thanksgiving, Brooke was doing a cookie trial run. It'd been a while since she made the, from scratch, she figured she should make sure she could get them right before everyone got food poisoning.

She set the cookies on the baking sheet and put them in the oven, starting to do cleanup while they baked. And by 'clean up' we mean 'sneaking bites of leftover cookie dough when no one was looking'.

[Open like a common room!]

Current Mood: productive

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Surprisingly enough, Savannah got to the gym early and pulled out everything that they needed for practice. She carefully laid out the mats and set up the refrshments on the table. She wrote up the sign up sheet and then started the portable radio with some upbeat music.

After everything was in the correct place, she flopped down on one of the mats.

No really, she was stretching. See, her foot is flexing.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

gobrookeyourself

Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out ~~and moddable~~ for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.

[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]

Current Mood: groggy

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

gobrookeyourself

After working on way too many drafts of the same poster, Brooke decided they were fine enough to start sticking up. Besides, all people really needed to see was the word "party". Combine that with "cheerleaders" and people'd see them.

( image under the cut )

[Poster Text:
The Fandom High Cheerleaders Present
SLUMBER PARTY
Saurday, October 18
in the gym
Basketball! Refreshments! Spend time with hot cheerleaders! Sleep! Or not!]

[Also establishy as LJ and Firefox hate me dead apparently.]

Current Mood: excited

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Bright and early Monday morning a bunch of posters went up around the school and dorms:

( Cut for poster text )

Either Peyton or Angela were around all day to answer any questions.

[OOC: We'll do our best to match your characters with someone. If two characters want to be 'accidentally' matched with each other please have both people comment in the appropriate thread. If your character would never sign up IC, but you want them involved anyway, well, Angela and Peyton can always mistake that unidentifiable squiggle for their name. Ooops! Paperwork error!

And yes, both Peyton and Angela are looking for dates of their own]

OCD is up!

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After an enjoyable morning filled with apples and s'mores, Hannibal was sprawled on one of the couches in the common room. He wasn't licking himself (he knew what he tasted like and it looked weird to do it too much).

No, he was watching something on television and wondering if anyone else was weirdly affected by this whole thing.

Or maybe enjoyably affected. He hoped so, at least.

[Oh so open! Yes, yes.]

Current Mood: content

blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com

It was not her common room, she didn’t think, but then really who could say? Viki was rather of the opinion that the common room only belonged to itself and simply tolerated the presence of others.

And she was an other, so she supposed that it was tolerating her. It didn’t even mind that she’d not bothered to try and attempt to cook anything--after having a blender explained to her Viki had rather decided that cooking appliances were to be avoided until she forgot about the blender and the cycle started all over again.

This would be why she had cookies, because cookies were easily identifiable not matter what the packaging. She was also, because she was rather bored, amusing herself by teleporting the couch cushions about the room.

With her eyes closed. It made seeing where they landed more entertaining.

[Open~!]

gobrookeyourself

There were no clases for a week. It was still summer. There was absolutely nothing to do.

Clearly this meant that Brooke had to be out on the deck with a glass of iced tea, hanging out in a chair and soaking up some rays while she still could. There was no other option here.

[Open deck is open!]

Current Mood: lazy

raspberryturk

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

With another week in the book and a new weekend approaching, Hannibal decided to get started on the laziness by taking up a spot near the campfire with a very plain looking bottle (and he might share the contents if asked nicely) and a good book.

...

Like he was going to read the book. No, it was merely to rest his feet on. It wasn't much of a stool but hey, it worked in a pinch.

[Open, nepo!]

Current Mood: good

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah arrived at the gym after classes and started pulling out mats for practice. Once everything on the floor was set up just so, she turned her attention to putting up the tables. One table had the radio and sign in sheet, the other had the usual mixtures of fruits and drinks for refreshments

She had a clipboard of things she wanted to bring up to the squad. The fashion show in the Spring had been so successful that she thought they should start brainstorming for another Cheerleader sponsored event.

[[OOC: Now in the right place. *facepalm*]]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

gobrookeyourself

It was summer, it was a week without classes, and they were still in Antarctica. Yes, Brooke was still pouting. Not only that, but when she plopped herself in the common room with a blanket and popcorn to veg out, she found the Travel Channel was showing a whole lot of beach programming.

"Sure," she grumbled. "Rub salt in the wound, why don'tcha."

[Open as CR's tend to be.]

Current Mood: gypped

solo_sword

Jaina was having on of those rare lazy days, the kind that included heading to the common room, mentally whining about there being nothing to eat, debating cooking, deciding she didn't feel like dying today, and then calling out for pizza.

There was more than enough to go around, and she was leaving channel surfing to someone else. Unless she didn't like what they picked.

[Open common room is open.]

Current Mood: lazy

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

There was revenge on the horizon for Turtle Wexler, and the market had made record gains this week. Typically, as she sat curled up on the couch, watching them report on the gains on CNN, Turtle would be very pleased with herself and the world, and in a generally good mood. But her eyes on the television set were distinctly dull and down, and, above all, worried. For, alas, not even record gains in the stock market could make Turtle's mood better in light of the conclusion she had reached this morning as she thought about it over the Wall Street Journal after her workshop.

Yesterday, Jeff had said that he wanted to talk, and there hadn't been a straight answer as to whether or not it was a good talk or a bad talk. It depended on her, he said, and then wouldn't talk about it, because soc-- football was on. Needless to say, this made Turtle rather nervous.

But then she had to go and think about it, and it only got worse from there. Of course it was bad. If it was good, he would have just said it was good. But he was trying to cover that it was bad. And, in the recent weeks, there was the whole thing with the closet, and then, oh, God, that night the squirrels slipped her rum and she got drunk and tried to...and then...

Green arrows flashed across the marquee at the bottom of the screen, but they held none of their usual consolation. Not under the realization that it was crystal clear and quite obvious.

He was going to break up with her.

He. Was going to break up. With her!

You didn't dump Turtle Wexler! You couldn't!

...

...She'd be really, really ticked off about the whole thing if she wasn't so devistated.

But, hey. At least stocks were up, right?

[[ this = what happens when someone leaves the TV in the workout room on CNBC while I'm working out. Open, open, open, of course! ]]

Current Mood: crushed

gobrookeyourself

Brooke went ahead and got supplies for s'mores, figuring if she was going to do a campfire, she might as well do it right, right? And it helped when the weather cooperated.

Not that the s'mores really worked if you were ignoring the graham crackers to occasionally snack on the chocolate and marshmallows just like that, but look, it was the thought that counted.

[Open campfire is open! I have been productive and now I can play!]

Current Mood: lazy

gobrookeyourself

Brooke didn't have classes early in the week, so you'd think she would be sleeping in. Unfortunately for her, she'd woken up randomly and couldn't get back to sleep, so she just got up and went out to the campfire. It was early enough for actual fire, right?

She probably could have just gone off to meet some French boys- because come on- but she'd just wait till nighttime for that.

[Open, as campfires are!]

Current Mood: awake

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

As it turned out, Jen didn't handle hangovers very well, which had something to do with the way she'd managed to completely miss out on any and all pony-related activities yesterday.

She could have been a pony for all she knew, but she'd been asleep through all of it thanks to the wonders of Aleve; apparently 21st-century painkillers had quite the effect on a 31st-century physiology unused to them. So yay for that, she supposed.

She'd managed to get a fire going -- a small and kind of ragged one, definitely not the kind of fire-building that would win a merit badge, but it was erratically crackling away as Jen went through some martial arts forms nearby. Sure, there was a gym on the campgrounds, but being around all these trees made her kind of nostalgic for the days when the best she'd had was that rope-wrapped tree in that Silver Hills park.

Besides, this was where she'd laid out the s'more makings. Duh.

[OOC: Open campfire is open!]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Peter was all done with finals, and so was his BFF. That meant time to celebrate.

He ordered in some pizzas and sodas (sadly uncaffinated). He also had a lot of candy on the odd chance a sugar rush would help those going through withdrawal.

There was ANTM, Supernanny, and Top Chef on TV. Peter couldn't really ask for anything more.

[open! Mod the food as you like]

Current Mood: happy

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Friday evening, the gym had turned into quite a different place. There was a stage and runway constructed and lights were at every conceivable position to show off whomever might be up there at any given time.

There was a table set up for taking tickets and another table set up for the purchasing of refreshments.

On the stage, there was a podium draped in blue cloth and when the light hit it, it sparkled ever so slightly.

Instead of the bleachers being pulled out, there were rows upon rows of folding chairs set up through the gym, and they were garnished with bows and streamers in the colors of Fandom High.

Welcome to the FH Gremlins Cheerleaders Fashion Show. The festivities are about to begin.

[[OOC: ~~Please be patient and wait for the massive amounts of~~ OCD is ~~as I am at work while putting this~~ up. :) Going up early for Great SP and Time Zone justice!]]

Current Mood: excited

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---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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