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Kate had not been pleased to find herself still a dude when she'd woken up today. It wasn't that she had a huge problem with it as such herself, it was just that she was kind of worried for the sanity of a certain someone else.

But there was nothing she could really do about it, so she'd just wandered down into the common room and decided it was a day for baking. Everyone would appreciate chocolate chip muffins, right?

(Kate, by the by, was not mature enough to not laugh at the fact that they had nuts in them.)

A couple of batches of muffins baked and set on the counter to be taken, she flopped down onto one of the couches and started leafing through an issue of Cosmo. Trying to see if she could get a male perspective on it today.

[ooc: Yes, you guessed it, it's an open common room!]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Sure, Ariel had said just streamers and a banner, but there were balloons now thrown into the mix because she couldn't help it. She and Ellie had gotten up all the decorations, which were all very pretty shades of green, based entirely on the fact that Ariel remembered that green was the color of the shirt she'd helped Chuck pick out. There was still an awful lot of flowers around, too, though who even knew where Ariel was getting them. The banner, meanwhile, was certainly not lacking in sparkle, stretched across the room:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!

So now there would just be the setting out of all the food and the drinks and ever important CAKE, then waiting for guests and the ever important BIRTHDAY BOY and it would be time to party!

[[ up early because of evil things like working and time zones! Slowly approaching OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Rock out! ]]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Tonight was warm, but Kyle still had a fire going. He had the makings for hot dogs - sticking to cook them on, the meat itself, buns, condiments and onions. He'd read that some places put a pickle on it, but that was weird. There was plenty to go around and he was already cooking his own.

[OOC: Open! Mmm hot dogs.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.

[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

A love for sports ran in the family so, naturally, Luke was excited about the World Cup final today. All of the teams he rooted for were kicked out of the tournament a while ago (seriously, Greece, what the hell?), so he didn't have much of an opinion on who he wanted to win. That little octopus guy picked Spain and his grandfather had a thing for Krakens so maybe he'd lean over that way.

Whatever, he just wanted to eat some popcorn and possibly see people duel with vuvuzelas.

[Well it's open, naturally]

Current Mood: good

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

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He hadn't spent much time with telephones or computers yet, but even after he did Christian's favorite invention of the 21st century might still be the ballpoint pen. Not having an inkwell to fuss with made it much easier for him to take his writing to beside the cold firepit, where he could alternate drinking coffee and people-watching with writing. He was working on two things: A poem for himself, and his first letter home to his father. One was, of necessity, rather more censored than the other. (As far as Christian's father would ever know, this was exactly the severe boarding school of his dreams.)

It felt too early to build a campfire, and Christian wasn't in the mood for the labor of gathering wood and tinder anyhow. He'd let someone else build the fire, if they wanted to.

"What rhymes with sunshine?" he muttered, new pen scratching away.

angelo_wings

After the sun set, the temperature started creeping down again, which made a little past dusk the perfect time to make some s'mores. Rinoa had a huge bag of marshmallows, and some pointed sticks, and all the necessary ingredients. Along with some drinks in a cooler and a black tri Aussie shepherd. (Not in a cooler, but rather, lying on the grass wagging her tail.)

The puppy was not required for s'mores, but Rinoa was not going to hurt Angelo's feelings by telling her that.

(OOC: very open! come make s'mores!)

Current Mood: content

showmetheproof.livejournal.com

Time to both catch-up, and experiment.

"This may not work," Scully said to Claudia. "But I'm just honored to help."

The construction in question was getting larger as she watched.

[for

notmyownage, but open for bogglers - all Claudia's cool idea]

boho-to-be.livejournal.com

Christian had just gone into the common room to make himself a cheese sandwich, which was about the extent of his cooking skills. He would have gotten the snack and left had it not been for the ... thing sitting on the couch; he would have assumed it was a toy, except the island was so very odd, and the thing kept humming at him tunelessly in a very not-toy-like way.

"Oh, er," he said, with a wave of one hand. "Hello? Did you ... need anything?"

And that was when the Furby went crazy. Christian covered his ears and approached what he was now desperately hoping was a toy cautiously, prodding at it with a forefinger. He was afraid that anything he did to turn it off would only make things worse.

[OOC: Open common room!]

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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 09/20 ].

Gobstopper Campfire - Sunday Night

Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/14 ].

Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon

6th Floor Common Area, Friday Evening [Puck's birthday party!]

Godzilla Firepit, Wednesday Morning

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