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Well, graduation was over with, and most of Sparkle's crap was already packed up, and he had Lewis' word that when he got back to Toronto, they'd be just a couple of days away from moving into the new house that Lewis had been saving up for decades for. The only trouble was? Still a group home. And given the assortment of teens that Lewis tended to pick up, allergies were sort of a thing.

He'd begged. He'd pleaded. Hell, he'd threatened to live in the garage or something. No, Lewis wasn't going to budge.

No cats.

So Sparkle was now in the common room with Velcro, frowning at the little guy while he tried to make the best of his last day here, before... something something. Taking him to the shelter, maybe, or seeing how long he could smuggle his shouldercat around in his bookbag before Lewis took notice, or maybe actually running away somewhere after all and starting life over as a hermit in, like, sunny California or hey, the seventies were kind of okay. He could handle running away to the seventies.

But for the time being, he'd settle for making the best of his last day here before his portal would cart him off, by dangling a shoelace at the end of a broom handle for the cat to chase around the room like a complete lunatic.

"That's right, moron. You're a good stupid boy, aren't you?"

[OOC: Open! Probably Sparkle's last post on the island before alumni-land. There's a new owner in mind for the kitty already, no worries.]

voiceoverdue

Sure, the prom here wasn't much like the prom in Night Vale, but still - Cecil was on the student council, and he was going to help out!

So here he was, with the adorable remnants of pink Easter grass sprinkled liberally with a fresh coating of glitter, ready for all your prom-voting and ticket-buying needs!

Foucault was here, too - and he even matched the grass! Pink and covered in glitter! (He'd been such a help.)

Current Location: lobby

not_every_mage

Anders had gone to J,GOB's for breakfast and ordered one (1) donut.

The beleaguered young man behind the counter took the order, handed Anders his chocolate frosted -- and followed it with a box of assorted pastries so large it was awkward to handle.

"I didn't order this," Anders said, opening the box to poke at the contents. Not that he was opposed to free food, exactly, but it seemed unsporting to take it without some protest.

"I know," the clerk explained. "But the pizza and Chinese places keep giving away extra food, so my boss says we have to do the same to compete. Tell your friends."

"All ... right?" Anders said, and took the box back to the dorms before the baker could come to his senses. He started a pot of coffee in the common room kitchen, and, by way of a general announcement, shouted into the halls, "THEY GAVE ME FREE DONUTS IF ANYONE WANTS THEM."

That definitely counted as his good deed for the day, so he plopped down in front of the television, not paying much attention to what was on it, and began trying to make his way through as much of the box as he could manage. He didn't want them to go stale.

[OOC: open like a common room with food in it, yep!]

hexentotchen.livejournal.com

There was a sign that said "NO BOYS ALLOWED" on the entrance, but how harshly that would be enforced would probably be dependent on how tolerant said Boys were of manicures, rom-coms, make-up, hairstyle fun, and jumping into the ball pit.

After a week like the last one, a little girl-bonding seemed needed.

[ooc: open like an open thing, and really, anyone welcome who's in the spirit of the girliness of this post.]

myownface

Oh god, Sparkle hated today. Sparkle hated today SO DAMN MUCH but at least he had volunteered to sit and man the sales table for Valentine's flowers and dance tickets so he didn't have to be working at Dite's which would have made everything so much worse.

Oh god. If he had to actually be at Dite's later he was going to burn everything to the ground. Provided he survived the trek there through the snow, like, he was Canadian and he had the good sense to stay out of it anyway, but still.

... Look, he was here to sell flowers and dance tickets, and considering what was in the air besides an abundance of glitter and a shitload of snowflakes, he figured people would understand if he looked a little bit cranky about it.

[OOC: Open!]

smilestopscars

Yesterday had been fun. Lots of it. Catching and killing eels fit a fox surprisingly well. But yesterday had also taken a lot out of Ezra. So, that explained why he'd slept way into the afternoon, and why, upon entering the common room now, he immediately collapsed onto the couch in front of the television, and began to wait for someone he could pester into making him something to eat.

Or maybe that had nothing to do with yesterday at all, and he was just lazy. Or he just liked how he looked, sprawled out on the couch lazily like he was. It could have been any of the aforementioned things, really.

He turned the TV on.

"Ooh, Real Housewives."

[ooc: I have passed all the stressful bits of this week, so let's celebrate with a CR. Open!]

myownface

If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle?

Well, Sparkle had an affinity for glitter, okay? He could do so much with this stuff. Stick it in more shower heads, throw it off the roof at people in water balloons, mail it to his enemies...

And that was why he had already stuffed his backpack full of the stuff, and had now started on filling a couple of pillowcases, besides. He was going to be twinkling for like a year, but like that was really anything new, and holy shit, the possibilities were endless, here.

Endless.

[OOC: Open lawn is open! GLITTER.]

stacyexperiment

When Gwen got here a semester ago, she quickly found out how weird the place was... and then kept finding out how much weirder the place was than she thought. So she decided to do the new kids a solid, and that was why there was a huge sheet of butcher block paper taped up on the wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms.

THINGS ALL NEW KIDS SHOULD KNOW

Somewhere under that, she'd written:

Sometimes you turn into a dude if you're a girl, or a girl if you're a dude.
Sometimes people are from space.
Or alternate universes.
The janitor's an actual troll but he'll give you paper for stuff like this if you ask for it.

Get to adding to it, students.

[This was decided on at the last anniversary, ngl. I'm gonna be gone for a chunk of the day, but you can ping Gwen if you're up for SP, or have your own conversations in this post, or just add your own stuff to the wall!]

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

tigerundercover

Okay, so it was a little bit on the cool side out, today. And overcast. And . . . damp. Raven was not the sort to be put off by any weather! It just mean that she was mimicking a fluffy sweater instead of a sundress. Paired up with oddly scaly looking blue leggings (those were totally leggings. Who would hang out on the deck pantsless?), some fluffy socks, and a big thermos of hot cocoa, Raven was totally set for a nice quiet classless afternoon reading dystopian YA fiction.

No wonder the future didn't have any flying cars. At some point, the whole culture had decided it had to be all gritty and dark.

The future was weird.

[because sometimes you have to live vicariously through your characters. Open!]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis had survived his first night on the island. It actually hadn't been that bad. His roommate seemed like a pretty decent guy and he'd only been outright asked about his scar once so he was counting that as a win. After getting a ton of sleep last night, Travis rolled out of bed around the noon hour and made his way outside.

He'd called Lawrence on the way downstairs, giving his friend an update of the situation. Lawrence seemed pleased by the choice Travis had made and wished him the best. After hanging up with Lawrence, Travis flopped down in one of the deck chairs (and he'd never thought he'd be in a place where the dorms had a freaking deck) and thought about calling Cate.

They hadn't talked much since he'd proposed and then punched Turner. Probably for the best. He knew she knew that he wasn't in Kansas City anymore but they were both keeping their distance. Sighing, Travis sent a few messages to Hatton instead and leaned back in the chair, feeling warm and fairly comfortable.

Amazing what some new surroundings could do. Even if those surroundings could presumably turn him into a mongoose, Travis felt pretty good about his decision so far.

[Open]

Current Mood: good

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After the events that took place in the warehouse Friday night, Barry was distancing himself from the place for a bit. Besides most of his experiments could be run remotely at the moment.

Barry was monitoring those experiments from his tablet while he ate his breakfast which consisted of a bowl of organic cereal and soy milk. On the TV was yet another horrible TV movie from SyFy which dealt with prehistoric sharks that could swim through sand.

"This movie is utter shit," Barry declared to no one in particular in between bites.

And yet he kept watching it while eating his cereal, monitoring his experiments and apparently designing something on his tablet that looked like a baseball cap.

Anyone coming by to agree or disagree with him would be welcomed.

[Bored. Come entertain me!]

halfbad.livejournal.com

Nathan actually kind of like the house they'd been moved into for the time being. Sure, he'd been hearing voices at night and it was colder than he was used to but it just seemed a little more fitting for him. He still didn't like sleeping inside but with his roommate yet to show up, it meant he could have the space he needed to be inside when he was there.

But, he wasn't there right now. The porch was large and warm and wasn't currently being invaded by any strange voices right now. It meant that he could lean against the railing and enjoy the warm (but not too warm) weather while eating a late breakfast he'd managed to make.

The kitchens were really well stocked and Flick had made a pretty large plate of waffles since the ingredients had been there and he'd been hungry. The plate was settled on the rail beside him while he had his own separate plate for his own meal. Maybe he'd have a lot of leftovers. Waffles weren't a bad lunch choice either.

[Open public place. Waffles are for sharing]

Current Mood: calm

doesnotkneel

It wasn't unknown to Edward, this strange feeling he'd woken up with: as if he was aware of the entirety of the room and the world beyond it. The last vestiges of a dream, no doubt, which left things looking and smelling more roselike than they really were. But with his groggy head on he'd stumbled out of the room, driven in some sense by purpose embedded in that dream.

There was a large white cupboard sitting in the middle of the common area that drew him to it. It seemed as if it were the most important object in the room, and in his dream-drunk state he saw no reason not to pursue the feeling.

It lasted until he'd opened the cupboard and seen its contents. A blast of air as cold as winter smashed him right in the face, leaving him blinking and squinting. "What--"

Then he realized three things: one, that he was hungry; two, that this cupboard seemed to contain at least some food; and three, that he wasn't able to identify a single bit of it.

So's if anyone on the fifth floor woke up to find a bedraggled Welshman taking various objects out of the fridge and putting them back in again, well, that was why.

[[ open! ]]

voiceoverdue

Cecil had been looking forward to heading home for the week between semesters — honestly, it was just one week, how much would it slow him down? — but to his initially hurt surprise, Carlos had suggested he not. Cecil had been a bit worried, until he’d gotten a letter from him.

Apparently the awful people over at Desert Bluffs were trying to move in on Night Vale, and Carlos was concerned about his safety? Aww, that was so sweet! And look, the Sheriff’s Secret Policeman who had checked the outgoing mail had even added a “wait for it to die down like always” scrawl in the margin!

So no need to worry, then.

He was curious, though. With the letter, Carlos had sent a bit of a care package: some more hats and scarves and osmingo-leg-warmers from Old Woman Josie, a campaign poster for Hiram McDaniels, a USB drive that the letter said was a recording from Dana (with a note from the Sheriff’s Secret Police that the charring and blood were there prior to their search), a shirt, a sweater, and some nifty socks from Carlos himself, and a box of cassette tapes.

I found these in your closet, the letter read. I thought maybe you’d have fun comparing then-you to now-you. I haven’t listened to them yet, in case they’re really embarrassing. They were labeled “Cecil radio test — age 15”.

It took a few days for Cecil to track down an old cassette player. Then he eyed the tapes curiously and a little worriedly. “Huh.” Cecil blinked at Foucault, who blinked back (Foucault’s blinking was much more impressive). “I don’t remember making these. Want to listen?”

Foucault fluttered and honked, and Cecil took that as a yes, found the first tape, and hit ( play )

[Text taken directly from a transcript of Welcome to Night Vale, episode "Cassette". I unfortunately can't remember where I got the transcript. Just a bit of canon catch-up for the boy! Closed door, open to anyone barging in afterward.]

Current Mood: scared
Current Location: Room 216

voiceoverdue

Cecil was rather enjoying living in the dorms with the students. Sure, he'd been a bit skeptical at first, but it was nice to know he wasn't completely out of touch with them outside of class. And banding together in numbers never hurt.

Tonight he was relaxing in the common room. Foucault was snuggled up against the couch, and Cecil was flopped on top of it with a bowl of popcorn, watching TV. He'd managed to get it to show one show on most of the monitor and another one in a window at the top.

Which was how he was watching "OCTO ER" with his two main eyes, and "It's Effin' Science" in a window with his third.

None of the scientists were as sexy as ♥Carlos♥, but Cecil was making mental notes of things to ask him later.

[OOC: Open post and common room! No OCD. Come share the popcorn! Oh, and yeah - Cecil has a third eye now and always has. ALL THE FANON BODY PARTS.]

Current Mood: chipper
Current Location: 2nd floor common room

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

voiceoverdue

Cecil hadn't slept this poorly in ages. Whatever it was in his head - and it sounded like a nervous cocktail party whispering all over - had kept waking him up. Finally, he gave up and stumbled out to the common room for some coffee and cereal.

And maybe some bad TV. He couldn't really concentrate enough to listen to something good on the radio.

[OOC: Open common room!]

not_a_moonie

Alana had woken up without her wings, leading her to panic about whether there might be some bizarre wing-stealing virus on the loose.

Then she'd gone online to research whether any such illness existed and gotten distracted reading websites about some kind of Earth demi-god called angels, who were apparently watching over her. (Huh?). She couldn' decide whether the idea was kind of sweet, or just straight-up icky.

Then she'd tried on a bunch of clothes she'd bought in Fandom but had been too lazy so far to alter wing holes into. And then she'd realized she was hungry, thought wistfully about pizza, sneezed, seen a flash of purple light, and -- whoops! She was in town. At the pizza place.

Fifteen minutes later, she was back at the dorm, with a large pepperoni pizza and absolutely no idea what was going on. But at least she had pizza. So that was nice. She turned on the big TV in the rec room and tried to lose herself in a movie about a brother and sister who were way, way, way too close.

[OOC: Open! Alana got Eleanor Lamb's teleportation.]

livebytherules.livejournal.com

#46: IF STRANGERS KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FEELING, YOU GIVE THEM THE ADVANTAGE.

One of the luxuries that Will had been allowed to keep was his 'computing device' from the Center. Ajay had managed to keep Will connected to the Center's intranet (Will didn't ask how) even while he was away. It meant he could keep himself up to date on things going on and hopefully not feel quite so far away. He didn't (and couldn't) keep himself in a constant and obvious funk.

"Power on," Will said and watched the tablet seemingly come to life. Legs unfolded in the back and raised the entire unit to a comfortable viewing angle. Then, the screen expanded in size and powered on with a musical chord. As everything powered on, Will almost smiled when he saw the visual representation of himself staring at him from the computer. The background changed and soon it was mimicking the common room he was sitting in.

Will picked up a few of the potato chips he'd picked up in town and ate a few while the tablet got itself caught up. "Open mailbox."

His mailbox opened and Will scanned through some emails from Elise and Nick. There were some announcements from the Center and one from Dr. Robbins but nothing else. Will opened the email from Nick first and started laughing at his friend's sarcastic whining tone about being bored. He'd even sent a picture of himself lying on the pod's couch, looking sad and bored.

It made Will feel a little better. He got to work composing a reply while the television droned on in the background. Every so often, Will looked up to see what was on but nothing really caught his attention.

[Open common room. Will's tablet is pretty technologically advanced. It only reacts to him and there's a very, very accurate representation of himself on the computer screen. It sounds like him, moves like him and is kinda creepy but helpful!]

Current Mood: working

graveyardwolf.livejournal.com

So it turned out there was a whole channel dedicated to cheesy horror movies. It might not be Halloween time anymore but Isaac was always up for ragging on cheesy flicks about killer clowns. He even popped some popcorn for the occasion.

He hoped one of the clowns killed somebody with balloon animals. That'd be hilarious.

[Post is open!]

spin_kick_snap

Kathy loved Halloween. It was the one night of the year back home when she could pretend to be anything other than quiet, bookish Kathy and become someone loud, exciting, and colorful. Even here, where she was doing a semi-okay job of that by herself, Halloween remained the best holiday ever.

Which was why she had put on a pair of mouse ears, a silly outfit, and whiskers made of eyeliner and grabbed a pillowcase.

She was going to go trick or treating around the dorms, dammit. There was candy falling outside. No one had the right to complain about not having any candy.

...And hopefully not regret this too much tomorrow, after the sugar crash and resulting embarrassment kicked in.

[Open for anyone who wants to join her on her rounds, make fun of her for being a dork, or to have trick or treaters hitting up their room! Express permission given to anyone who wants to mod Kathy knocking on their door.]

voiceoverdue

Cecil didn't have any classes today, so he was splitting his time between writing passionate e-mail messages to ♥Carlos♥, walking around a lot, and feeding Foucault. Who seemed to need an awful lot of food, but he supposed that was normal for a growing...well, whatever he was.

At the moment, he was in the common room, trying to scrounge fish and shrimp, since Carlos had suggested Foucault looked closest to a flamingo, and the little guy did seem to like the stuff. Foucault was waddling and flapping about the counter, squeaking adorably.

[NFB when the door is closed (for Raven shapeshifting), please!

[Open common room!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

So this had happened again, and while Maddie wasn't happy about it, she was resigned to dealing with this for a while. It just meant putting on non-girl's clothes and trying not to look too sulky when she went into the common room, hoping to see that this had happened to more people besides her. When no one was in there at first, she just turned on the TV and ordered some pizza, hoping to lure people out of hiding to commiserate.

By the time the pizza showed up, she'd found the crocodile movie marathon on Syfy. Now those were two things that went together.

[Open!]

arsenicmauls

There were still quite a few hours before the Jewish New Year really started, and besides that, Gert's interest in religion was super minimal, but somehow all the same, she found herself spending her morning on the couch in the common room, typing up a list of New Year's resolutions.

Gert wasn't a big believer in acting a certain way just because of a holiday, but the start of a new school year had always seemed like an ideal time to make new promises to herself and at least set a few goals. The holiday was just an excuse to do it. On the table beside Gert sat a plate of apple slices around a glob of honey in the center -- that wasn't a holiday thing so much as apples and honey just being delicious.

The first few resolutions were easy. Help some people. Check in with Nico, Kar and Molly more. After a long moment, she typed Look into colleges, though she deleted it and rewrote it about four times before she ultimately decided to leave it in.

Her first attempt at number four was Learn how to fight, but that one she did delete.

This was turning into a project.

[[open post and door! might be slow.]]

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