Gym, morning

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006 03:37 pm
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
Too many people were leaving lately, but Cameron was trying not to think about it as he worked on the heavy bag.

((Open!))
[identity profile] ihatedenmark.livejournal.com
Hamlet settled himself down on a couch in the second floor common room with a large bowl of popcorn and a couple bottled od pop. The TV guide had promised a Bitterwoman marathon including one of the infamous "missing episodes". It seemed like a good way to spend an evening when you didn't really want to go out.


[OOc: Open like a thing what is open.]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
The temperature on the second floor was unusually hot. Bridge could, of course, do the sensible thing and just hang out in another floor's common room. But where's the fun in that?

So he's lounging on the couch in the second floor common room. Without a shirt. As you do.
[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com
Anakin had spent most of the day brooding meditating and replaying the trip to Coruscant in his mind.

The thoughts it had led to had been entirely too depressing.

That's why he had migrated up to the second floor common room and commandeered the television set.

Not that the last Space Battles prequel was any less depressing, but he could keep himself entertained by mocking the terrible technology and equally terrible dialogue.

[OOC: Open, open, open...]

The Roof, after sunset

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006 08:38 pm
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker's trying to photograph the stars against the trees, and reflected in the water, for Photography class. It's not going as well as she'd hoped.

She is very interruptable.

[ooc: bored, bored, come and talk to Parker]
[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Veronica and Archie decided to commandeer the second floor common room to use the good TV to watch Buccaneers of the Sea Not Entirely Unlike the Caribbean. There were homemade cookies and some other assorted snacks if anyone wanted to join them.


[open, naturally!]
[identity profile] x5-alec.livejournal.com
Alec headed into the gym, deciding that Buffy wouldn't be able to kill him for not holding any practices; they'd just be few and far between.

He rolled out the mats, put on something fast-paced with a good beat and did some stretches and jumps until everyone else arrived.

[ooc: Wait for OCD! OCD is up! Handwavily assume there was notice of some sort, okay?]
[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com
Willow Nadia had a lot on her mind. The gremlin bite that had changed her body and affected her memory hadn't worn off yet, plus in spite of her successful work yesterday with singing and special brownies she felt certain the school still had emo in it.

She had to fix that.

Now, granted, this particular method was more of a World Cup related thing, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Which was why Nadia was currently going through the halls of the dorms while naked.

Well... almost naked. She had a flag.

Willow, of course, owned no flags so Nadia had to make do by borrowing a white towel from Willow's room and dying it to match the colors of the Argentinian flag.

Okay, there was no dye in Willow's room either but Willow's highlighters sure came in handy.

Currently the flag was wrapped around her like the towel that it was.

Currently.

[ooc: open for any wandering the hallways! feel free to react to the running, nekkid redhead, Willow's mun is off doing other things. May as well, before her character kills her]
[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com
Anders had had a very quiet day after basketball practice, so in an effort to fix that he took a stack of DVDs, a ton of microwave popcorn, and even a tray of cupcakes, and headed out to the common room.

He popped in an Eddie Izzard show and settled back to watch. Hearing about Noah on a speedboat in the Sea of Galilee wasn't exactly giving him a solid foundation in Thirteenth Colony religions, but hey.
[identity profile] kawalsky.livejournal.com
Kawalsky had pizza. Pizza was good. He had way too much pizza for one person. He also knew that going to the second floor common room would mean the pizza would be gone in an instant. So he was making people work for it. If people wanted pizza, they'd have to come to the third floor common room.

Honey, I Laminated the Children was on TV. Kawalsky loved this movie.

[OOC: PIZZA FOR ALL!]

Gym, Tuesday morning

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006 09:43 am
demonbelthazor: (Working out)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
One might say that Bel was full of aggression this morning by the way he was viciously attacking the punching bag. Phoebe hadn't come back to the room that night after their...was it even a fight? After she'd run out of the room because he wouldn't talk to her about the weird feelings she was picking up from him. He wasn't surprised she hadn't come home; he hoped Lana was taking care of her.

How the hell was he going to work this out? Stupid boycrush. Stupid empathic powers of the girlfriend. Stupid Bel.

For now, punching would do.


[ooc: Gym is open.]
can_be_more: (on earth!aeryn)
[personal profile] can_be_more
After the Career Day thing, Aeryn has to spend some time either worrying about stuff like that, or doing something. She's really bad at the first thing.

This means she's back in the gym, gloves on, hitting the bag as means of distraction.


[Open, la!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Even the threat of storms was not stopping Bridge from preparing for another outdoor movie night. After a totally handwaved trip into town for the neccessary supplies, he sets up a tarp between Pangolin and Koala cabins before once again putting up the bedsheet on the wall.

He's got the fire going, a pile of blankets for people to use, and there's plenty of snacks as well as coffee and hot chocolate in thermoses.

Space Battles, the original trilogy, *not* the prequels, is playing.

[ooc: open like an open thing that is open!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Oh, yay. Another night of lockdown. Armed with his cellphone and laptop to aid in communication, Bridge is once again camped out on a couch in the second floor common room. He's flipping through channels on the TV set, hoping to find something interesting to watch. No luck so far.

[ooc: open!]

Gym, Saturday night

Saturday, July 15th, 2006 08:30 pm
[identity profile] tyler-gone.livejournal.com
Even silent, Tyler seemed especially confident as he waited for people to show up in the gym. He was barefoot, and clad in a tank top and sweats.

As people came in, he handed them sheets of paper with "Fight Club Rules" scrawled at the top.

1. What happens here, stays here.
2. PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR PARTNER. Match is over when someone signs "stop."
3. Only two to a fight.
4. One fight at a time.
5. No shoes. Padding only if you need it.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to. Someone's bleeding too much or knocked out? Fight's over.
7. Play nice, boys and girls.


[OOC: Here's how this will work. "Listen" to Tyler and mingle in the top thread. When you've paired off, start a new thread for that match. Handwave the "one fight at a time" thing. And please try not to send each other to the infirmary -- they'll be busy enough. Thanks.]
can_be_more: (ft!aeryn)
[personal profile] can_be_more
For once Aeryn didn't wake up obscenely early, though it's still really early. Which means she heads to the gym- big shock to everyone- gets out her gloves, and starts hitting the bag. She's also discovering it's more satisfying to hit things when she has a reason.


[I have some net access and some time this morning. Come play.]
[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com
The rain had made things quite messy outside of the Stickbug cabin. So muddy Jamie was slipping and sliding all over the place.

At first it was by accident. However judging by the fact that Jamie is now taking a running start and sliding face first over the slick muddy ground wooting in delight.

[ooc: Woot! Fun in the mud! Join in!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge has tacked a large white bedsheet to the wall of Koala cabin that faces the Pangolin campfire. RIC is nearby, in DVD-player mode, with the second season of Twilight Seraphim loaded and ready to play. There's snack foods, and, of course, s'more fixings, for sharing if anyone else cared to join him.

[ooc: open! come watch dvds outside!]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker dragged her laptop, Esme, and a stash of Diet Coke into the Common Room, clicked on the Z-Cases, and started surfing the net. Presents don't buy themselves.

She also threw popcorn at the screen whenever one of the Cabal members tried to explain about their Secret Plans to Rule the World.



[open open open]
[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com
Dawn was hanging upside off one of the couches, reading. The television was showing reruns of CFD in the background, but Dawn wasn't really paying attention--the TMI-cam grossed her out.

[ooc: Open to all!]
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
It is cheertime again.

Buffy is has "Hey Mickey" blasting at a really, really loud volume, and the movements and singing she's doing doesn't really resemble the Go big blue routine.

It's possible it has something to do with her evil plan.


ocd is up!
[identity profile] lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com
Dawn flipped through channels, and finally settled on a Very Special Episode of Spooky Things. Before she knew it, she was laughing at the absurdity of the plot and drooling over both brothers.


[ooc: Open to all!]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker's in the common room, channel-surfing mindlessly. She wants a cigarette. She wants a drink. She wants more shoes. She's in a weird, weird mood. What she doesn't want, is to go to Blue Cove.

Since she has no choice about that, she's looking for Z-Cases re-runs.

[ooc: open to any and all]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge couldn't sleep. So he was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching Galaxy Quest reruns.

Anyone who was still awake was welcome to stop by, of course.

gym, noon

Saturday, June 24th, 2006 05:57 pm
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
Buffy was there on time this time. The CD player was there, playing a dance mix she'd found in her bags. She'd also brought a water bottle and it looked like she was prepared to stay there a while. She was currently sitting crosslegged on a mat, frowning at the book she had bought from Lana.


ooc: Cheerleading time! OCD is up!
can_be_more: (smile at your god damn wedding!aeryn)
[personal profile] can_be_more
Aeryn's feeling good as new, and if that isn't a reason to head back to the gym, then her morning really was. She's still taking it a little easy, though, sticking to the machines rather than beating the punching bag. For once.


[Open like an open thing that is open.]
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
The last time Isabel cooked dinner on this scale it was because she didn't want to think about everything that had been going wrong. This time? She's happy. And while it's not goulash, hopefully the gods of good times would appreciate a huge meal of paella and assorted tapas food shared with friends.

The CD was glowing on the counter as she stirred and chopped and Isabel could be found singing quietly and occasionally dancing along with the music.

Ever since this old world began
A woman found out if she shook it she could shake up a man
And so I'm gonna shake and shimmy the best that I can today
'Cause you can't stop the motion of the ocean or the sun in the sky
You can wonder if you wanna but I never ask why
And if you try to hold me down I'm gonna spit in your eye and say
You can stop the beat


[Open to all. Come eat!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge isn't all that tired, so he's out in the common room, idly flipping through channels, looking for anything that isn't a talk show. Or Dekaranger.
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
The big game is on Saturday.

Buffy is awake.

You bet your ass there'll be a practice!

Buffy is looking a little battered, but definitely cheerful. The CD-player is blasting Kung-Fu Fighting at max volume, and the mats have been pulled out. "Okay! Today we'll be practicing in trios! So I hope you're all here! It's very important that we get *nsync in sync before the game, so work hard, guys!"


wait for OCD!
OCD is up! Come cheer or mock!
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Being someone who was pretty much naturally predisposed to being honest on any given day, Bridge really didn't see a reason to hide in his room. So here he was, sprawled out on a couch and idly flipping through channels until he caught a snippet of an all-too-familiar theme song. And for some reason, he can't bring himself to just flip past it. It's kind of like that thing where you just can't stop staring at a car accident right in front of you.

Yep. Bridge is watching Dekaranger.

Roof, Sunday night

Sunday, June 11th, 2006 09:47 pm
demonbelthazor: (Headtilt)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
Feeling somewhat restless, Bel headed up to the roof for a cigarette. Maybe that would clear his mind and get him to relax.


[ooc: thread with Piper is locked to her, otherwise open for interaction, natch.]

Gym, Monday Morning

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 12:04 am
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto was at the punching bag, savagely kicking and punching away at the bag.

She was doing her best to ignore the dark haired, armour clad woman leaning against the weight stack and critquing her style.

[ooc: Open for all your gymly needs. For information on Cal's "friend" see here.]

Gym, Monday night

Monday, June 5th, 2006 08:33 pm
can_be_more: (full of issues!aeryn)
[personal profile] can_be_more
Yep. Again. John's asleep and she still needs to work off some stuff, so Aeryn's back with the hitting. It's been a really good system so far. She doesn't need to be there long, just enough to get everything out of her system so she can be normal for a little while.


[Open if you want.]
[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
After leaving the gym and handwave stopping by the library to do some cleaning, Rory settled onto a couch in the second floor common room with a stack of books she'd unearthed.

There were several old, fascinating books that she had found tucked away in a back corner in the old librarian's office, covered with a light layer of dust. So she sat still with a book on Celtic symbology open on her lap, carefully sounding out the words.

[Locked to people who know who they are, for the moment. open for CR socializing, as long as it's post Rory reading :)]

Gym, Saturday Morning

Saturday, June 3rd, 2006 11:28 am
[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Pip yawned a little as he went through a stretching routine and waited for Engligh Peter to show up. The Luau had been fun last night, but he had a feeling some people were probably nursing Hangovers of Doom right about now.


[[OOC: Pip's here to teach English Peter, but it's not like I can physically stop you from using the gym, I suppose.]]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Veronica had *handwavily* crashed on Weevil's couch after work last night since it was storming and she didn't feel like walking all the way back to camp in the rain. She assumed Archie hadn't made it because of the weather.

After taking a shower and brewing a pot of coffee, she decided to sit outside and enjoy the now much more tolerable weather.



[open to cabin-mates or anyone that wants to stop by]
[identity profile] joxertehmighty.livejournal.com
Joxer was, shock and surprise, not wearing his armor. That would be because he was polishing it, with nothing but spit, a rag, and good old elbow grease. Do not fear, however, as Joxer was still fully clothed in leggings and tunic. Public nudity would not become him, after all.

His stomach was grumbling. Because Joxer still hadn't figured out that there was food available in the dining area. Poor dumb fool.

[ooc: Open for any and all interaction]

Camp gym, 2 pm -?

Sunday, May 28th, 2006 04:30 pm
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
WELCOME TO CHEERLEADER TRYOUTS!

Bleachers have been pulled out for the audience to sit on, the judges are in place (at least some of them are there at all times), there's a CD player there for your music, but no food or drinks, so bring your own or be entrepreneuring.


wait for OCD is up! Come cheer! or watch cheer! or Judge!
Judges: Buffy, Alec, Marie, Molly, Lana, Phoebe, Janet
Cheerleader spots open: 3-5
soldtoarmenians: (latin)
[personal profile] soldtoarmenians
Xander had intended to come back from town, grab his laptop, and trek up to school to check e-mail; somehow, though, once he got back to the air-conditioned cabin, the call of naptime was much stronger than the call of the intarwebs. So... at least he was mostly awake when he walked out the front door yawning, a large box under one arm, and a bag of marshmallows, firemaking implements, and...um. turnips. in the other hand.

Dropping the foodstuff on one of the logs by the firepit, Xander opened the box, eyed the front of the cabin carefully, and finally decided to set up the contents on the side of the door nearest to the woods. Satisfied with their placement and patting each one of them on the head, he turned back to the campfire. Or rather, the campfire-to-be, once he got it re-lit.

[open to all!]
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
Veronica has never started a campfire.

But that isn't stopping her from trying.

Anyone wandering in the vicinity of the Flamingo cabin will see her sitting next to the fire ring, laptop propped on a chair and open to a website with instructions on how to start a campfire, desperately attempting to follow them. People nearby may also hear her swearing to herself because it doesn't seem to be working.


[open to all Flamingos or anyone else that happens to be wandering by]
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Callisto was in front of the punching bag, hitting it with far more force than was really necessary.

It was possible she'd been there a awhile.

It was also possible she had no intention of leaving. Ever.

[ooc: Open for all your gymly and homicidal blonde needs.]
[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com
A challenge had been issued, and Willow did not shrink from a challenge. Peter had wanted to know what was special about Willow cookies, and the only way to do that was to make them.

Plus Joxer could use another get well present, and there was the party tomorrow.

So after slipping invitations for Buffy, River, Kaylee, and Hermione under their doors, Willow headed to the fifth floor common room with grocery bags full of supplies and got to work.

Chocolate chip cookies didn't bake themselves after all.
[identity profile] psycho-barbie.livejournal.com
Unable to stand being alone in her room any longer, Callisto made her way up to the second floor common room.

Flopping down on the couch, she turned on the television, eventually tuning into a Slightly Demented Nun documentary.

[ooc: open to all. And for anyone interested the documentary is meant to be the one shot during the 'Art Final'.]
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
Buffy had thought ahead and handwavily ordered samples of cheerleader uniforms. In blue and yellow, of course, occasionally with a little white. And now she was wandering the hallways, looking for people to pressgang recruit into the wonders of cheerleading and/or basketball. And those she already HAD recruited, to let them know that there would be a meeting in the gym on Saturday. So far Alec was the only one who knew about that, and while she liked Alec just fine, her and Alec alone in the gym wouldn't help her cause any.

So she grabbed her notebook, grinned at the heart next to Zack Addy's name, many, cheerleading outfits and began roaming the hallways.


ooc: Mainly for those of you who want to be involved, those of you who want to try out will get your chance later. And it'll be more fun, honest.
[identity profile] joxertehmighty.livejournal.com
Joxer had been a little disappointed not to have caught Willow in the fifth floor common room, but at least he'd had some nice conversation to make up for it.

After a bit of milling about, and a short nap, Joxer stepped out into the stairway. Unfortunately, he more sort of mis-stepped, rather than properly stepped.

They say the first one is a doozy. Really, it's all the ones that clobber you in the side, the arm, the back of the head, and various places that really hurt.

The clamorous noise of a man in armor tumbling hard down five flights of stairs would probably draw some attention. As would the bloody battered body at the foot of the stairwell in the dorm lobby. Joxer was completely unconscious. Poor guy.

[ooc: And if someone could get the poor guy to the FTEC, that would be nice.]
fates_jaye: (just jaye)
[personal profile] fates_jaye
Jaye is in the common room.

It's a common room. People will show.

Okay, fine, if she has to be doing something, she is flipping channels. It's sweeps, though, which means everything's annoying her. Mostly, she's watching the commercials. Which are annoying her, too. Woe.
[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com
Peter had gone to bed early so he wasn't particularly surprised that he woke up extra early in the morning.  

After changing into workout clothes, he headed down to the gym hoping to get a bit of swordwork done before meeting Susan in town.

Once in the gym, he made straight for 'his' practice sword and started moving through footwork drills as a warm up



OOC - open for all your gym-ly needs!
[identity profile] ihatedenmark.livejournal.com
Hamlet sat in the common room, half watching some late night TV. There was some comedy skit and musical show on, but it really wasn't very funny. He wondered about seeing if anything good was on at this time of night.

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