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guardian-god.livejournal.com

If there was something Dimitri was good at when it came to camping, it was building a decent fire. He could even manage the part about sitting and staring at the fire while his mind churned through all the things he wasn't supposed to be worrying about. It wasn't emo, guardians didn't get emo, it was more an unfortunate awareness.

Clearly this was why God invented campfire food. And why Dimitri had gathered a pile of sticks and a bag of marshmallows.

In a week everything would be different. Back to a normal he didn't want to remember where his heightened senses would be of better use than determining just when his marshmallow was cooked to perfection. And a normal where he wouldn't allow himself to remember where he'd learned this particular method of burning marshmallows.

Dimitri sniffed the air. Acquired tastes be damned, his marshmallow was burnt as hell.

[Open like a campfire!]

Current Mood: thinky

witchy-prue.livejournal.com

The weather wasn't perfect but it was still nice enough for Prue to be outside. She had her camera out and she was currently laying on the ground, trying to get an interesting angle of a big oak tree a few feet from the campfire.

[Open, of course.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

It was routine now. Every morning Karal ~~mostly handwavily~~ walked up to the stables to look after Trenor. Feeding, cleaning, a quick groom, and maybe a ride if, like this morning, there was time.

Trenor would not stop fidgeting while Karal saddled him. His poor gelding was obviously bored and full of beans, so after a few turns around the stable to warm him up, he gave him his head and pointed him towards the preserve.

Their path led them past the campground, Trenor - tail flagged high and still with an overabundance of energy - prancing and bouncing and generally behaving like a total goof, while Karal laughed and let him.

[ooc: open if you want! Karal's riding around the outside of the camp on his way to the preserve, and I am going to bed in about an hour, so SP is love.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally was sitting there, stoking the fire she'd built with a stick. She didn't have anything to roast or anything, she just had wanted a fire.

And now, she was going to sit there and enjoy it.

[ooc: So very very open!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal's day had started with ~~a naked girl~~ naked people. Or his yesterday had ended with naked people. Granted, they hadn't been truly naked, but either way it had still been a bit of a shock.

So when he went into the common area to make tea and discovered the light switches and water heating device weren't working, he barely batted an eye. Gathering the largest metal pot he could find, he filled it with water and took it, the tea, and a mug outside, Altra trotting behind him.

He'd had enough experience, mornings in the Cloister when he'd woken deliberately early, that he knew how to do this. Build a fire, leave a semi-circle for the pot, and soon the water was bubbling away.

With a mug of tea, a rock to lean against, and a 'cat lying across his legs, purring loudly, it wasn't a bad morning.

[ooc: open to all! He will happily share tea!]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally had her feet kicked up, a book in her hands, and was lounging, listening to her iPod.

Camping wasn't so bad, right?

[ooc: So very open!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was making an attempt not to be emo.

No, seriously, she really was. That's why she wasn't on the roof. Well, that, and because it looked like it was going to rain, and being on the roof in the rain would be, like, doubleplusmegasuperemo, more emo than even she could stomach right now.

So she was lying on the floor listening to Hannah Montana, doodling in her notebook, and pondering the mysteries of what it must be like to be a teenaged pop star and try to have a normal life.

That actually helped. Because whatever she was doing, at least it wasn't trying to do a world tour while attending high school. . . .

[ooc: open!]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

No class, no work, and no real excuse to stay cooped up in her room. It was far too nice out for Mac to miss the opportunity to be out in the sun with a book, a blanket and her ipod.

She might also be avoiding the dorms themselves due to a bout of post-weetininess embarassment. She did tell rather a lot of people that blue immunised against cooties, after all.

[ooc: And open with warning that I might be slow. Finals > me. Woe.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter had a rodent. Walter was under the impression the rodent was his girlfriend. Walter had a phone and was attempting to convince his employer that he needed a few days extension before leaving, since he wasn't sure when his girlfriend was going to be not-a-rodent again.

Arthur liked the word "girlfriend" coming from Walter. It seemed likely he'd be getting the extension.

[ooc: It's a common room.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was attempting to make brownies.

Complete with 'lots of sugar'.

Come watch. And possibly partake in tasty batter.

[ooc: open!]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was laying on the couch, nibbling on pretzels, watching her son play the Wii. He didn't seem to play any better than she did and she realized she had made a grave error in raising him. He just sat there, almost lifeless, trying to get the people to do what he wanted.

"Mommy! It's broken! Why did you buy a broken thing?"

"It's not broken, Sebastian, you just have to learn to play."

"Can't you help me?"

Annette sighed. "If I help you, I will kill your man. If you just punch a bunch of buttons really fast? It will work. Promise."

(open!)

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette wandered up to meet up with Cally. She left Dick a message so hoped he would be on his way too. She knew what Teddy had said about Cally's stuff, but Annette would take it lightly. Really.

She brought her cd player and started to set it up.

( the roof is completely open to all. yo!)

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac quite liked her room not having fluroescent hairdye all over it, so she and Cally collected up a whole bunch of towels and the other required bits and pieces and dumped them by a sink in the bathroom.

After a moment, she started digging through her different colour options. "You wanted orange, right?" Mac asked pulling out a packet and taking a closer look.

[ooc: Mac and Cally are obviously here for hair dying purposes. Otherwise, post is open to anyone who might want to be there.]

demonbelthazor

After a lazy weekend, Bel had little interest in doing anything other than kicking back and relaxing. So currently he was lounging on the couch, watching "The Amazing Race." And wondering if it was against the rules to punt some of the more annoying teams off a cliff.

Current Mood: lazy

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.

Current Mood: cheerful

nadiathesaint

Nadia was making breakfast.

Well, sort of. Nadia was currently leaning on the counter, staring vaguely at the ingredients with which one might make breakfast, and wondering if she can make it through an entire session with a frying pan and other implements of burnination without falling asleep and potentially getting herself killed.

After a few moments, Nadia was making cereal.

If she drowned in a bowl of milk? Well. Cest la vie.

[ooc: open]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia is asleep on the floor, her head pillowed on a bag of laundry, her cellphone right by her slightly open mouth.

( when you dream, what do you dream about? )

[ooc: ~~open, though she might not wake up very well~~ Nadia is being carried off by Walter (awwwwwwwwwww), thusly is the post no longer open for interaction with her. You could potentially talk to her laundry bag, though,]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter is in the common room polishing his shoes.

No. Really.

You think those things shine themselves?

He has an improbably large bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wonka root beer, and some television program about people who unexpectedly develop superpowers. It's surprisingly good. The program, that is, although the popcorn and root beer are excellent, too.

[ooc: Common room is open and there's popcorn to share.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally had found something rather odd on the TV. It was a marathon of 'The Girlie Show', a sketch comedy show. Just a couple episodes ago, the show was suddenly renamed to 'TGS with Tracy Jordan'. That was a little... odd. Though the new guy they added to the show sure was funny. In a crazy, trainwreck sort of way.

She was on a couch, sipping at a vegan chocolate soyshake. It... made her wish it was a real milkshake.

[ooc: Open!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It was Thursday. Setsuna was without classes on Thursday, so she she was here, in the salle, engaged in rigerous training with her sword. She was using the Western one today, that Peter had given her. She had still yet to find a good connection with the heavy blade, and hoped to rememdy that in today's session.

[[ salle's open ]]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was busy in the kitchen making waffles and watching the door to see if he could spot River. Starting a new batch of whole wheat batter he did a little bouncy dance in the kitchen. He really needed a waffle song.

[ooc: Open for food!]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was laying on the couch, on her belly, ankles crossed; a pillow shoved up under her arms. She was flipping through the television channels, not really paying attention to what was on. A minute here a minute there, nothing really snapping out at her. Her mind was too preoccupied thinking about who and what she met and talked to over the weekend. It was totally...mind consuming.

Frozen pizza was in the oven cooking. She knew she could do that. Just had to take the plastic off and stick it in the oven. She forgot to read how long it took to cook though. When she could smell it good, then she would know it was done. Hopefully. Annette wasn't too bright in the kitchen department.

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Where Cally had gotten a skimpy sailor girl outfit on such short notice, one might best not ask. But since everyone else was acting weird, she decided doing the same thing was only fair. And she could totally blame whatever happened.

Even though it hadn't actually effected her.

So there she was, blending up smoothies, and dancing to the music coming from the TV, which was playing a marathon of 'AKA' episodes.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

Current Mood: busy

slr-mercury.livejournal.com

Having gone to the office to get her mini-vacation with Father approved, Ami sat down in the 4th floor common room to do a bit of reading. She had several College catalogs in front of her, and her computer was nearby for reference purposes. A large bowl of popcorn was on the floor where she could reach it.

[open]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally was doing her fair share of contributing to the free consumption of mass quantities to the masses.

She was baking vegan sugar cookies. And dancing a little dorkily to the tune 'Even Rats' by The Slip.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip had arrived at Fandom from the funeral with moments to spare before his first class. He had barely had time to find anyone and say hello.

However, he knew how to attract people. He had been here for a year, after all.

Thus, Pip was in the fifth floor common room, making his world famous crepes.

_{[[Open, as these things are. The crepes are smellable from other floors. Crazy ventilation system.]]}

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

The first day of school demanded breakfast. How kind of Arthur to sign him up for a Monday morning first period class. Nevermind that Walter had rather wanted to take the DAMM class because the teacher looked like an absolute and utter loon.

That aside, he was cooking breakfast. Lots of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, juice, coffee for the heathens, and of course, tea. He already had two large dishes of both eggs and bacon keeping warm in the oven and was trying to keep from stumbling over Pup, who was dancing underfoot.

Pup would no doubt be delighted to greet anyone coming in for breakfast. How those coming in would greet a six-eyed black puppy with a voice like a small pack of hounds was anyone's guess.

[ETA: ~~Dragging my lazy ass off to work. Will respond to pings after I'm there and SP through the day.~~ Wah. I'm home from work again. I am sick of being sick. Dance!]

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

nadiathesaint

Nadia lay flat on her back, staring up at the clouded sky, getting thoroughly damp in the half-hearted rain.

It wasn't warm, but it certainly wasn't cold, and the news she'd gotten about Wilson having woken up had her in a decent mood.

She was still troubled by the fact that the dream she'd gotten about what had happened had come far to late to do, she suspected, even a little bit of good, but she supposed that didn't matter, now.

So she lay on the roof, eyes half-closed to keep the rain from them, and let her mind wander.

[ooc: open]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

This morning, after waking up screaming at the top of her lungs, "GET OFF MY FOOT! GET OFF MY FOOT!" Annette quickly realized that she was not in Kansas anymore. Literally.

Jumping from her bed, she snatched her robe, shoved her feet into her slippers, and raced through the door before Cally could say anything to her about her totally loosing her mind. Or freaking out. Was there a difference? Gahhh! Annette walked quickly down the hallway to the common room as she wrapped her robe around her and tied the sash tight. No one was about yet, which was a good thing. She could just sit for a minute, collect her thoughts, possibly put in a call to Aunt Catherine. Yes, that's it! Aunt Catherine.

Luckily for Annette, her cell phone was in the pocket of her robe. Imagine that.

Twenty minutes later her head was in her hand, her eyes closed, "No, Aunt Catherine, I swear to you, it is not Halloween come early. Yes, I promise. I will. I will. Catboy? No, really, he's fine, harmless. Just my fake big brother. Cally is still great. I have a great roommate, don't worry." Pause. Pause. Nod.

"I'll call, I promise, first time I see one of those...things. Love you too. Bye." The phone snapped closed and Annette leaned her head back against the chair, listening to her stomach growl.

(ooc: open!! but sp is total love today. seeing holiday family off to the airport!)

nadiathesaint

Nadia had not gotten around to meeting very many of the new students, but found herself in no hurry to do so, instead lazily lying about for most of the day, other than tracking down her new 'little sister' (who, ironically, she suspected was probably older than she was). That done, she was now hanging out in the common room, a plate of perfectly ordinary pumpkin empanadas cooling on a plate in the middle of the table while she watched a rerun of the second Galaxy Quest series and wondered at that Jane Doe actress.

[ooc: open for anyone who might not yet be sick of interactions and things]

sneerkite

Gormenghast was the very picture of revelry that day. ( A new heir had been born )

He lay there panting, his eyes closed and his face pressed to the cool stone, and inwardly laughed.

No more ovens blasting heat onto his skin. No more scavenging for scraps left behind before the grey scrubbers scrubbed them clean. No more apprentices, no more burned fingers, no more Swelter. He was free.

“Free,” he muttered, and then laughed aloud. He pushed himself up to his knees, eyes still shut as he basked in the fresh breeze and stretched out his arms. “Freeeeeeee!”

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy decided to spend the first day of 2007 on the roof. No particular reason, but the weather was somewhat to his liking. He'd set up an umbrella and was sitting in a lounge chair with a book, stereo, and bottled water.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Godspell

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Poe had escaped from his plastic prison cell that managed to crush his soul even further into despair. It hadn't surprised him that his brown-haired torturer paid no heed to the fact he wasn't there when she went through her normally bleary-eyed morning routine of placing his food in his cage. Then he merely had to wait. Wait until she made her way out the door, so he could quick sneak out, still beyond her notice. He stalked her slowly down the hallway, hoping she would lead him to the great outdoors.

Instead, she led him to something much, much better. The staircase.

After the torturer had made her way down the steps, with much trepidation, Poe tentatively made his way to the edge of the first step. And did what was in his lemming instinct to do. He attempt to hurl himself to his doom. He landed with a comical oof on the next step, saddened he was still alive.

So he went to the edge of this step. And hurled himself again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

[ooc: Open. Why yes, I am insane.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter had a thermos of tea, a bag of sandwiches, and a cigarette. Thanks to his semi-insane metabolism, he hadn't even had a brushing acquaintance with a hangovr; he couldn't complain at all. Eventually, he'd see Cally, if she remembered the night before. Then there would be jumping off the roof.

Until then, there was tea, food, and cigarettes.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had slipped away from the "we're bored" party a little while after talking to Chad to hunt down her bottle of fine, Trinidadian rum that she kept under her bed.

Said bottle had not been open when she grabbed it.

It was now below half-mast.

As such, Nadia was now standing on the corner of the roof, both arms stretched out with the bottle clutched in one hand, yelling random Spanish words at the sky.

[ooc: drunk girl on the roof! This means that the roof is open!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Because you can only live off of a holiday fruitcake for so long before you start to go insane, Anders had finally ransacked his fridge for the bacon and eggs he'd meant to have for breakfast yesterday, then dragged himself out of his room and into the common room. That took a little effort. Okay, a lot.

So now, armed with a small pot of coffee and more bacon and eggs than anyone should legally be allowed to eat at once (being ridiculously hungry always skewed his concept of proportions) he was leaning against the counter while he ate. The TV was tuned to some show about tricking out cars, which prompted Anders to start mulling over the possibility of tricking out his Glider some more. But there would be absolutely no chrome. No way.

[OOC: Open, though subject to afternoon SP. OMG work is a ghost town today. *is disturbed*]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Pippi had done wonderfully with decking the basement pool out to make it look like a luau; Chad helped hanged everything up high on the walls. Still, his favourite part had to be all the faux mini-palm trees strung with holiday lights everywhere. They were just too cute.

The pool toys were scattered around, the electric grill was fired up, and the holiday pool party was ready to go.

[[ ~~but the minor, required party OCD isn't yet~~ Wheee! Annnnn' Pippi's participation modded with permission, yo. ]]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen, humming Christmas carols absently as he cooked breakfast that consisted of the bacon and eggs and French toast alone with the usual breakfast stuff. There was also egg nog along with the usual orange juice and coffee because hey, Christmas Eve Day.

In the lounge part of the common room, Hunter was avidly stalking and pouncing on and wrestling with an empty cut down roll that wrapping paper comes on. Dean kept one eye on him as he cooked.

He didn't know how many students were still hanging around, but he figured those that were would probably appreciate food. After all they always did.

[OOC: food and post are both open to all]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow and Bridge had wanted to have a Hanukkah party and by god they were having a Hanukkah party.

Arranged around the 5th floor common room were blue and white decorations, the menorah that Peter had given to Willow, dreidles and gelt to play with, latkes (aka potato pancakes), Sufganiyot (not unlike jelly donuts), beef brisket, and an assortment of fried products that covered the gamut from cheese to zucchini to a variety of fritters and even more donuts because frankly you couldn't have too many of those in Willow's opinion.

Marie was also there, setting up the coffee and pastries provided by the Student Council.

Willow then hung up a banner saying "HAPPY HANUKKAH! (AND FINALS!)" and felt satisfied at a job well done. She then sat down to enjoy herself.

[ooc: ~~OCD a-coming~~ Up! Note the OOC for my availability =)]

Current Mood: pleased

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Following his and Isabel's plans made yesterday, Peter had stopped by J,GOB after Interstellar Relations to pick up a metric ton of coffee, doughnuts, bagels, and assorted other pastries.

Getting them back to the Common Room was easy, but trying to corral all the books in the Common Room into a cabinet so they wouldn't knock over the coffee was much more difficult.

However he managed to do so and thus there was a table set up with coffee, tea, doughnuts, and pastries. A sign said "Happy Studying and Good Luck on your Finals from Student Council." There was an addendum added in pen "Watch out for books!"

Peter was drinking tea and studying his Hunting notes nearby.

sogothcally.livejournal.com

The TV was playing the DVD of last year's pageant. The ~~handwavey~~ posters had advertised this event, and there was lots of free popcorn for everyone.

Hopefully, Mr. Bristow would be pleased, and not kill Cally.

Cally herself was sitting at a small table, which had a bunch of bottles on it. There was a little sign saying "Viper Juice, $5.00 per Bottle".

Maybe it'd work.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally is in her old pink shirt still, sitting in the second floor common room.

Strifenova Celestial was having its midseason finale tonight. She had to watch, oh yes.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

nadiathesaint

After her appointment with Dr. Pevensie, Nadia was once again filled with lots of things to think about.

Not the least of which was her conversation with Veronica.

So, she did what she liked to do when she had a lot to think about, but hadn't done in quite awhile, she went up to the roof with her guitar.

Hey, if she could play a gig, she had no excuse not to get some practice in while she was thinking.

( And so she sang some Juliana Hatfield. . . . )

When the song finished, she leaned back, resting her guitar on her stomach, and stared upwards at the stars.

Winter would be okay if it could stay like this out. Not quite too cold.

[ooc: open. It's a roof. It doesn't even have any walls.]

Current Music: Juliana Hatfield - My Sister

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Dr. Wilson had shared a picture with Blair that worked well for today's protest. Lucifer was holding a bundle of Christmas lights and helping a nun decorate a church.

Just in case people didn't recognize Lucifer as being, you know, the Lucifer...Blair had photoshopped horns and a tail on the man. It was pretty convincing work and Blair bounced excitedly as he shouted the message written at the bottom of the sign. "Demons aren't bad!"

[ooc: posted with permission and open for interaction]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally had cooking stuffs in the kitchen, poster making stuffs in the general common room area, and was contemplating t-shirt designs in her head.

She obviously had too much to do.

[ooc: Cally is expecting someone for pudding, but the post is tooootally open!]

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