[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
Bucky had set up a table in the middle of the lobby. On it was a basket filled with dozens of the idiot balls, and a sign.

bLU bALZ
10$ doLiRz EEch


For some reason, he had thought this was a good idea.

[Open]
[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
There was a pitching booth set up in the common room this morning. More or less. A couple of tables had been dragged into a corner, there were pyramids of canned vegetables set up for people to knock down, and there were a bunch of oranges in a bowl (do you know how hard it is to scavenge up baseballs on short notice?) next to a sign that read "HiT A tARGiT WiN A PRiSe".

The box labeled "pRYZeS" was shut, with Bucky standing on top. What was in it? It was a mystery!

"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and try out your aim! How good can you throw?! Win stuff! ...C'mon, dumbasses, what's taking you so long?"


[No, Bucky has no new powers this weekend. You should all be thankful for that. Enjoy the common room!]
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[personal profile] notconflicted
Sia had Vitor trained pretty well, but he was a breed that needed activity, or she'd come back to her room to find it destroyed. So she brought him to the front lawn to let him run around unleashed for a while, since telekinesis was really good for keeping puppies from successfully running off.

After a while of sitting and watching him attack some leaves, she decided she had no idea what he was doing. And that he was probably having more fun than her at any given moment.


[Also open!]
[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
Faced with the prospect of a fight to the death against the resistance outside, Bucky decided to do the sensible thing and guard the common room. For definitions of "guard" that included "watch television" and "take a nap".

Wake him when it's all over, mmkay?

[Open for loyalists or invading rebels.]
[identity profile] district12baker.livejournal.com
It was a rare day when Peeta slept in late, but it seemed to happen more and more since arriving in Fandom. He wasn't complaining, sleeping in was nice, but it didn't bode well for his visits home. His mother couldn't stand laziness. Well he slept in today and there was nothing he could do about that now.

Eventually he shuffled into the common room and saw about getting some breakfast. The guys at work had showed him how to make pancakes so he was giving those a try (as always, making way more than needed). Some rifling around in the fridge had him pulling out some raspberries to put on top of them as well. Not a bad breakfast at all.

[Post is open, of course]
[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
Most of the common room -- especially the couch and the TV -- had been roped off with bright yellow "POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS" tape. Sure, people could still get by it to go to their rooms or the stairs, but why would you want to?

The sign painted on a bedsheet hanging from the ceiling said "BUCK-O-PLEX Movvy ThEatR". By the one gap in the tape was a podium with a cardboard "TicKeTTs 5$ dolers" sign, and a TV guide taped to it. The smell of burnt popcorn was wafting from the microwave, which had a "Consecshins" sign near it.

Oh, yes, it was time for another one of Bucky's brilliant ideas.

[open common room is open for business]
[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
So, the trip to Hell had been a bust. Bucky had spent the whole time strapped to some loser, so he hadn't been able to do anything fun. Or anything clever, or sneaky.

So now he'd had to rip up the big glitter-covered "DEMAN B@BY 4 SALe" sign he'd spent hours making. Maybe he'd get a chance to kidnap one NEXT time they went to Hell. Life sucked.

At least there were other things to distract himself with. For instance, his new invention, the... well, he wasn't sure what it was going to be, just yet. He'd gotten out a toolbox and completely disassembled the common room's blender, and then stapled some of the pieces to a stale fruitcake and tied it all up with string. This was going to change the world, he was sure of it -- he just needed to figure out what it was, first.

(Open common room is open!)

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