[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris woke up and realized that he was cold. And it was dark. Very dark.

He sighed, realizing the power was out. He tucked an extra blanket around Summer and left her a note that he'd be in the lobby.

Then he orbed out to the mainland and returned with several big containers of coffee and assorted pastries from an Einstein Brothers.

Anyone wandering past would smell the coffee and notice the faint glow of orbs he had magicked up to light the room.



[ooooooooopen]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck was getting real tired of this whole cabin thing and was counting down the days until they moved back to the dorms. He wasn't the outdoorsy type but even sitting out here with the dirt and the bugs and the nature was better than sitting in that cabin with all those people in close quarters.

He was sitting on a blanket-covered log, roasting marshmallows in one hand and catching up on Gossip Girl with his phone in the other.

[I have my internet back early. You will now entertain me]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris hadn't spent much time hanging out at the campfire yet since they had been at the cabins for one reason or another mostly because his mun has been sick/traveling. So after his classes, he had taken a handwavy trip to town to pick up some groceries and, when he returned, he started a fire in front of his cabin.

There was a small table set up with a variety of campfire cookable foods, including a couple of those cooking irons that could turn two pieces of bread and pretty much any filling into a yummy campfire treat.


[open to all! foodstuffs are totally moddable :)]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris woke up early and headed to the kitchenette to make coffee. He wasn't thinking too much about the fact that it was his seventeenth birthday. Well, okay, if you wanted to be technical, it would only be his fifth birthday. Stupid time travel.

Either way, he wasn't thinking too much about his birthday. Birthdays had never really been a big deal for him growing up because of the whole orphan thing. Which he wasn't anymore. Which made him wonder if his birth parents would be calling him today.

He sat on the couch in the living room with a cup of coffee and a book, trying to distract himself until his cabin-mates woke up.



[open to any Caelum residents or anyone who has reason to stop by the cabin!]
[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com
It was a nice enough morning that Karal went down to the stables early, so he'd have time to take Trenor out to graze before opening the library.

The two were making their slow way across the lawn, Trenor occasionally dropping his head to pick at the grass, Karal more than a little distracted as he looked up into the sky, the lead rope loose in his hand.

[ooc: open, yessss.]
[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com
After the two boys were handwavily gremlin bit earlier in Chris' room, Jack Johnny and Ennis Chris headed outdoors to get to work and do what need's doin' to gather the herd and keep 'em secure on Crackback Mountain.

It was just that Johnny was a bit confused and glancin' over at Chris told him that the ranch hand was pretty much in the same boat.

"Ah, hell, Chris, I don't be seein' them heffer's 'round, do you? And the good Lord strike me dead if this here be Crackback Mountain. I'll be a yankee sumbitch if these here hills be called mountains."

Hands on hips, he glared at the ground.

"You thinkin' real hard over there or are you just as confused as I am?"

[ooc: Chris and Johnny have been, with permission, gremlin bit that was handwavily done. Welcome to Brokeback Mountain, Fandom style. Woot! Feel free to notice, gander, or just plain wtf at the boys.]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris woke up and decided he was hungry. Not wanting to wake Lana, he headed down the hall to the common room and poked around until he found everything he needed to make pancakes.

Knowing that food drew people about of the woodwork around here, he set about making a lot.



[Open, as common rooms are. Chris is *not* suddenly 20 years older, but he'll happily WTF at anyone who is :)]
[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com
You know sometimes you just have to wake up and make pancakes. Which is what Meg was doing right now. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be exact. Sure, there might be more chocolate than pancake in these things but she was sure nobody would complain about that. Unless they were allergic to chocolate, of course.

[Open! I want pancakes.]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris was kind of cranky after his visit to Caritas with Lana last night.

So he decided to hole up in the common room with mindless daytime television and sugary cereal as company.


[open, as common rooms tend to be. Chris's crankiness shouldn't be long-term (unless you're Anders or Johnny)]
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana was up on the roof, thinking about her options. And wasn't really happy with any of them. Maybe she should just go back home the way Lex was always bugging her to.

For now, though, she was just avoiding everything. And everyone.



[Open as roofs are, though she's not in the best of moods.]
[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana decided she needed to get out of her room and be more sociable than she had been. And what better way to do that than common room food sharing? Which was why she was cooking up spaghetti sauce and garlic bread and getting ready to make a whole lot of pasta. There was salad and fresh fruit for those looking for something a little lighter. She hummed quietly to herself as she worked, enjoying the whole process.


[Open with free food for all]
[identity profile] iftheseshadows.livejournal.com
After work and a couple hours spent up fiddling with his jigsaw puzzle, Neil had almost overslept for his class that morning. This meant that he hadn't gotten a chance to have breakfast, only having enough time to dash through the shower and grab coffee as he headed for workshop.

Back now, he was STARVING! Thus, he fell upon the kitchen area of the common room like a fiend, soon filling the area with the scene of cooking bacon and pancakes today. Eggs just weren't going to cut it for brunch!

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris woke up early and decided to sit outside on the porch with his hot chocolate so he wouldn't disturb his cabin-mates.

He was very much hoping for a quiet day. The whole crazy psycho killer thing last week had been more than enough excitement for him.



[open as posts outside are]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris was up early and decided to take his cup of hot chocolate, his notes, and the Book of Shadows to the main campfire.

He still hadn't managed to figure out what was attacking people in the woods, and after last night's radio, he was more determined than ever to figure it out before more people got hurt. He wondered if anyone else had had any luck. He hoped that sitting in such a visible place, he'd run into them and be able to ask.


[ooc: open to all; but primarily for the researchers/finale folks. If you need to be recruited for the finale, this is one place you can be (Conner's post which will be going up later is the other). I'll be AFK from 11:30 EST to 5 EST for work, but Wyatt has complete modding rights over Chris and will be here to help organize things ICly. Any questions, feel free to drop either of us an email!]

[ETA: *KICKS LJ* I'm not getting comment notifications, sorry.]
[identity profile] iftheseshadows.livejournal.com
Neil had decided he could definitely get into this two classes a week deal, though he was feeling a small niggle of guilt as if he should pick up another job or something.

...

Nah!

Not when he could enjoy a beautiful May morning, stretched out in an old beach chair he'd dug up somewhere, reading the last of the Ninth Wonder comics he'd borrowed from Peter(Steve).

There were worst ways to spend a lazy morning.

[ooc: Open as a fire out in the middle of the woods tends to be.]
[identity profile] henryoredward.livejournal.com
Henry drug his trunk into the B side of the cabin, and all but collapsed onto it. It was way too heavy, and the contents too fragile, for such a long haul. After taking a minute to rest, he set up his bed (he took A4, and hoped that it wasn't wrong of him to choose without asking), and put away his clothing.
When he was finished, Henry pulled out a book and waited. He was excited to meet his cabinmates.

[ooc: Both the door and the post are open, both to cabinmates(Eeee, Ami and Setsuna!), and anyone stopping by.]

Dorms [All Night]

Saturday, April 21st, 2007 10:35 pm
[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com
John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]
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[personal profile] absolutesnark
Summer and Marie were brainstorming ideas for an Alpha Beta Gremlin meeting that wouldn't bore small children. They were sure the kids wouldn't want to talk about preserving the nature trails.

Marie suggested arts and crafts of some kind. Summer suggested taking pictures of the kids. She had her digital camera and laptop ready for any parents who wanted pictures of their kidlets. Marie brought some art supplies, including glitter, so the kids could make decorative picture frames.

Moving the meeting to the first floor lobby seemed to be the best choice.

[ooc: this is open to anyone, not just ABG members; thanks to [livejournal.com profile] untouchableskin for the idea; OCD is up!]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. Also, wait for OCD OCD Up! ]
[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com
Anders had gone down to the office to file for an official room change, and as soon as it was approved he ran straight up to the second floor and started emptying his dresser drawers into trash bags, stacking books into boxes, and detangling all the cords to his computer.

Of course, the whole trash-bag approach had been pretty quick, but as he quickly discovered when he started lugging them down the hallway to 227, it was pretty cumbersome as well.

Moving the fridge was going to be fun . . .

[OOC: Open -- help the boy move, harrass him, whatever. :)]
[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
Off on the third floor of Sunset Towers, beside Lake Michigan, in Westingtown, Wisconson, socialite and party planner extrodinair Grace Windsor Wexler might have felt a strange, sudden pang of pride for her youngest daughter.

Turtle had prepared the common room for Tannim's birthday party with a discretely tasteful collection of decorations, a snack spread perfect of any event of this sort, and a great selection of bad, cheesy horror films. Now it was just a matter of people arriving to enjoy it, especially the birthday boy.

Oh, and one other thing, in light of the recent academic of wee-tiny adults. She placed a sign outside the common room:

Tannim Drake's Birthday Party! Here!
Food, fun, and bad horror movies!

(Sponsered by Turtle & Canary, for all your shopping needs)
These movies are too scary for little kids!
No one under the age of twelve admitted!


And, being only a two years (and eleven months) shy of twelve herself, she knew that was just asking for the kids to flock. So she hired out the big Mexican kid to act as bouncer.



[[ yay, birthday! Please wait for OCD ROCK ON! ]]
[personal profile] blessed_twice
That would be Wyatt, streaking through the hallways, trying desperately to get to his room before anyone saw him.

Yeah, fat chance of that.

But he had a sock and he wasn't afraid to use it.
[personal profile] blessed_twice
Wyatt wandered out to the common room to attempt to fix some breakfast. Attempt. Someone hadn't inherited his mother's culinary skills, not one bit.


[ooc: I need distraction from the hell of my job, but pings may be slow from time to time as we get more info about frozen alstroemeria, non-red roses, and the fact that we've overloaded our receiving docks and the warehouse is paralyzed. Whee!]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris had spent most of Saturday sleeping off the effects of the shadow attacks. So he was awake early today and decided to go and hang out in the common room.

He wasn't about to try to cook, but he did root through the cupboards and pull out a variety of cereal boxes, as well as getting bowls and spoons down and making sure the milk and juice were in the front of the fridge.

After fixing himself a bowl of cereal, he sat down in front of the TV and started flipping through channels to see if there was anything interesting on.



[ETA: getting dragged AFK for a bit; will pick up tags when I'm back! Err, forgot to say I'm back now :)]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker and Isabel had been ranging the hallways, trying to find a way to communicate; but even mouthing words wasn't very effective.

Throwing herself onto the Third Floor Common Room couch, Parker glared at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution for their dilemma.
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker drank a mocha while she waited for Chris, and set up the Gun Range rules and targets.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

[here for [livejournal.com profile] neurotic_witch but open for all your gun range needs]
[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com
Chris had a bunch of snacks and the three disc special edition DVDs of Return from the Past aka Back to the Future and its sequels. Yes, he totally considered this doing research.
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[personal profile] swerval_zero
After realizing she hadn't taken her turn at feeding the voracious hordes recently, Zero made a trip down to Ching Tai and returned with prodigious amounts of Chinese takeout, which she set up in the common room. Then she helped herself to some ginger chicken and lounged around watching "Mighty Capin' Justice Magicians" on the TV. Her good deed for the day was done.

((Open to all, as common rooms usually are. :D))
[identity profile] water-wonder.livejournal.com
After taking a shower, Tori made her way to the common room. She turned on the television, finding some cartoons to watch.

It was a Saturday afternoon and there wasn't really anything good on the television, so cartoons it was.

Tori made a bowl of popcorn and sat down on the couch, trying to pass the time before the party.

[OOC: Open!! Yes, I know Tori's being original. ;) SP is love!]
[identity profile] southernbender.livejournal.com
Katara had woken up early and slipped out of her dorm room quietly. She considered going outside for a moment, but she decided to explore the floor she'd ended up on.

Finding herself in a big open room with several couches and tables and quite a few big boxes she had no idea about, she up a small floppy book made out of shiny paper and began to flip through it, looking at the pictures.


[OOC: Open as a Common Room is. Though I might be under periods of SP as it's my first day back at work after a week.]

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