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knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Nights after dances, Chuck was getting way too used to not ending up in his own bed. He liked his roommate, but there were certain things he did not need to risk going into his room to witness.

He had learned from all that, just how uncomfortable the couches in this dorm were when you were as tall as he was. Really, really uncomfortable. After a few moves between couches during the night, he'd finally ended up on this one. Which still had him bent at an odd angle, but was somehow slightly better than the previous ones.

Mostly in that it actually allowed him to get some rest.

It was possibly the worst choice of couches to sleep on as far as placement went, but somehow he'd ended up there all the same.

[[ expecting a weetiny, and open becauuuse he is sleeping in the lobby like a dumbass. ]]

Current Mood: sleepy

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

It was Quinn's day to sell Valentine's Day dance tickets and flowers, and she was at the table in the lobby all day except for when she was in class. There was also a chance for students to sign up for blind dates through the frat.

Quinn started out passing the time by writing and rewriting the messages to go with her flowers, but once she was satisfied with those she pulled the latest edition of Cosmo out to read as she waited for anybody she could help.

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck had tried so, so hard to hide away this entire weekend. That was how long these usually lasted, and he'd managed to avoid island crazy in that way a few times before. It worked for him.

And it had worked this time! Mostly. But without preparation there was only so long he could hole up in his dorm room reading and living off chips and candy before hunting down something a little more like... well, real food became necessary, and as such, leaving his safe-haven. From experience of these things, everyone went down at once, but as he recalled not everyone looked like girls they knew, and somehow that was worse. He'd blocked out this particular memory when meeting Annie for a reason. It made his head hurt in so many ways, and him uncomfortable in so many more.

So he planned to make this little outing as short (and himself as blendy) as possible. Keeping a hoodie up while making cereal might not necessarily the most subtle choice, but was what he went with.

[[ Open common room, with potential for bouts of SP as I have guests. ]]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

old-and-busted.livejournal.com

K had woken up this morning with a Santa hat on his head. And no matter how many times he had taken it off the Santa hat always found a way to appear right back on top of his head.

Needless to say, K was not amused.

However this being the holiday shipping season, K had no choice but to go out and make deliveries of the t-shirt variety and more which is why he was in the first floor lobby with a large sack of goods for certain students and others.

[K is here mostly for Pinkie Pie's students but if you wish a random delivery to occur we can make that happen as well.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Miley was maybe missing the cabins already. It just didn't seem fair that they had to move right when they'd finally gotten to a good temperature! But then again, that meant she didn't have to be around a bunch of cranky (but cute!) boys anymore, so it wasn't a total loss.

Still, her cabin nostalgia manifested itself when she marched right up to the common room, groceries in hand, and got started on making some catfish stew. It differed from the recipe in that she left the eyeballs in. They were the best part!

...Thank you for today's class, Alistair. All that cooking had made her want to make... this. Enjoy the smell of fish on the third floor, everyone.

[[Open common room!]]

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

Maybe it was just the familiarity of the cold weather, which made him think of home, and therefor inspired him a great deal, but Butters was feeling very....entrepreneurial this morning. An idea had struck him, and he spent the earlier part of the day getting things all ready, which included putting together a little wooden stand, with a great big sign above it, painted with big letters and bright colors. And then came the important part, which involved a lot of milk, cocoa mix, and big ol' insulated drink dispensers.

HOT COCOA! ONLY 50 CENTS A CUP! BROUGHT TO YOU BY BUTTERS AND CO!

And then he was going to sit there with his hands around a cup of his own and wait to help keep people nice and toasty inside.

He wondered if he should charge anything more than fifty cents, but, really, couldn't bring himself to do it.

[[ open deck is open! ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It being a Wednesday with very little to do but plenty of exploring and treasure hunting and trying to hunt down that Jim for her overdue ride on his surfboard, Ariel slept in and then, when she woke up late that morning, got out of bed, stretched, showered, and then headed out to the main campfire. Under one arm was a bunch of marshmallows; the other held some graham crackers and chocolate bars, and she got a fire...ugh, what's the word? BURNing in the fire pit. She then went and found several sticks that looked long enough and took to the task of plopping marshmallows on them and thrusting them into the fire.

S'Mores! Breakfast of champions!

Of course she had plenty to share and, even if no one showed up to partake, well, then, that just meant more for her.

[[ open campfire is open, of course! ]]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Obligatory holiday call to Ellie down, and Chuck had taken his book and a 'breakfast' of a glass of Jelly Beans outside and found the he could add Peeps to the menu (so long as he was quick enough to get hold of them before the three second rule applied). The island didn't want him to be healthy today, so who was he to try and derail that plan? Seemed awesome to him.

He didn't have any grand ideas for ways to spend the day, so he was keeping it simple flopped out on a lounger with a book. It was pretty decent out for now, and he'd decided to relax and enjoy it.

"Eddard, " he mumbled through a mouthful of Peep, "you don't let your kids keep a direwolf, that's a terrible idea..." Even while reading, Chuck was physically unable to keep from talking, even if no one was likely to be listening.

[[Yeah, this would be a combination of Method RP and canon. Open!]]

Current Mood: cheerful

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Final day of the last week of the semester, and Chuck was celebrating getting through his classes and out the other side in his own special way, by shooting things... Okay, people. But 'things' sounded so much less creepy. They were only pixelated people, it really wasn't so bad. They weren't real!

Of course, with the way he talked intermittently at the screen while he was playing, it might seem like he thought otherwise. "Oh come on, how do you keep running, I just shot you in the head!" The well-muscled guy with the large gun didn't seem inclined to drop dead from Chuck's whinging, so he figured he'd just have to keep on shooting.

It was ironic, really, that he disliked guns so much in real life.

[[Open common room, as usual!]]

Current Mood: chipper

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck was not a fighter, by any stretch of the imagination, and usually spent these invasions safely holed up indoors if at all possible, leaving the heroics to the people who liked swords, or could punch someone out without even trying. It was better that way.

This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.

He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.

... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.

Still. He was helping!

[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]

Current Mood: bouncy

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck was probably one of a few people who wasn't still recovering from his weekend.

It'd been average and quiet for him. He hadn't been an older, and while he'd noticed a slight increase in the average age, it hadn't really bothered him, or occurred to him at the time that it might be something funky. One of the joys of being completely oblivious sometimes, obviously.

Without anything better to do, he'd had a decent lie-in this morning, rolled out of bed around noon and took himself into the common room to make breakfast... Lunch. Waffles. Which he'd so far managed not to burn or get all over the kitchen.

So long as it turned out edible, this was not an unsuccessful way to kick off his day of nothing.

[[I am bored, and this is open with the hope LJ holds out.]]

Current Mood: hungry

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

With his roommate finally back, Chuck figured tonight was maybe a good night to give her some space if she wanted it and take his little movie marathon to the common room. Friday night as a teenage boy, he was probably supposed to go out and do something but... that wasn't really him.

After he'd slouched back in the comfort of the couch with a bowl of microwave popcorn and set Hurry Time going on the TV, he had to wonder if maybe he should make this a more regular thing. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

He was in no way mimicking some of the kung fu moves while seated with his popcorn every once in a while... Nor did he almost knock his bowl over while doing it.

[[Open common room, as always.]]

Current Mood: nerdy

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

There was no way even Chuck could manage to remain oblivious to a weekend like this. He loved kids, so entertaining his little maybe-future-niece for the day was kind of an awesome way to spend a Sunday.

Which did not mean he wasn't thanking every god he could think of that he didn't have to deal with the fact that somehow, somewhere, he had a kid with Morgan again. The thought still weirded him out a year on.

Being uncle Chuck to little Clara was a way easier way to spend a weekend.... Even if she had just squashed him flat with her Mario Kart.

"Oh hey, that is... cheating. Definitely. So much with the cheating." It wasn't.

[[It's a common room-y place, so open.]]

Current Mood: cheerful

child-of-rer.livejournal.com

Sov brought a radio and a soldering iron into the common room. The radio wasn't strictly necessary, but it was Sov's most priced possession and they wanted to show it to Tony, if nothing else as an example of the type of technology they were used to. They placed the things on the table and sat down, waiting for their friend to show up. They might have been a little early. Tony's promise to show them how to build a radio was important, after all.

[Sov and Tony are going to be nerdy, but it's a very open common room.]

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

The only reason that Dolf had picked this particular common room was because it was the first one, which meant more people might see it. He was worried about the amount of food they had left in all the fridges; it might keep them going for a few more days at the rate they went through it, but what if this went on for months?

So he'd taken it on himself to do a bit of optional rationing, because he knew he didn't exactly have the authority to tell everyone what to do. He'd gathered meat, and ham, and cheese, and bread, and gotten to work.

Sandwiches. Sandwiches made in the ancient calvinist Dutch tradition of no-more-than-two-slices-of-anything-and-make-sure-there's-only-one-ingredient. He set a large plate full of them down in the middle of the room.

Then he added a note. Please eat no more than three. If you eat some, don't take anything from the fridges tonight! Only you can help with food rationing!

It was possible he took this a little too seriously, even for an invasion. Blame it on the starving children.

... No, seriously. He'd seen a lot.

[[ open! ]]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is ~~on the way~~ up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck was getting very well acquainted with common rooms the last day or so.

No reason. Really. But there was food right there, and TV, and big comfy couches to flop out on, and--

Okay, yes, maybe he was worried Leia would ask him to make himself scarce again, and then he'd know exactly why she wanted him out of the room for a while, and would end up thinking about that, and thinking about his roommate like that led to a whole pathway of wrong and awkward, and he tried to be respectful and not so...

Look, he was already awkward enough as it was.

So, common room hanging out it was. At least until this week was out. Luckily comics were easily brought with him out here. Not that they were really holding his attention. But he was trying to make them. Really, really trying.

[[Open common room!]]

Current Mood: busy

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! ]]

vanillajello

It had been a long, long fucking week for Kate Gregson. But she'd had a good newbie picnic, and she'd gotten an absolutely adorable new fake sib, and so today she was actually feeling pretty good about things.

Good enough to wander into the common room after waking up (still in the tank top and pyjama bottoms she'd slept in, but at least it wasn't shorts) to make breakfast to share with people. Nothing fancy, just a simple fruit salad. But there was enough for a lot of people.

And the rest of her chocolate coins were in a bowl on the table too. She'd missed a couple newbies yesterday and anyway, if she kept them in her room she'd just eat them all by herself.

At least here she was actually partaking of the fruit salad while lounging on a couch. Mmm, fruit salad and a lazy Sunday morning.

[ooc: Open common room is open!]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]

Current Mood: awake

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck wasn't much of an 'outdoors' sort of guy, and summer and cabins and being in the middle of a wood was reminding him of exactly why.

Allergies.

Normally, he'd hide himself away in the dorms away from the pollen, but today that wasn't really an option, and the cabins really did nothing for that side of things so for once, he might as well be out in it. With marshmallows for... lets call it a post-lunch snack. Look, the only thing that could make his sniffing and itching eyes better was sugar, and lots of it.

Of course, it helped when you weren't like Chuck, who tried to pick the marshmallow off the stick, found it was hotter then he'd imagined and ended up dropping his sugary goodness into the fire.

It was going to be one of those days. Clearly.

[[Open campfire!]

Current Mood: blah

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome to the very last frat meeting of the year," Arthur announced, formally. "You have all held yourselves well in brotherhood and good sportsmanship." Give that one a moment to leak in, guys. "And we have been proud to call you our frat brothers."

He cast a look towards Hannibal.

( kkg, we will miss thee! )

[co-written with the dude that will be king,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: grateful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon," Arthur intoned, smiling at those gathered. "We thought today might make for a good bonding experience over some more sports and, of course, copious amounts of food."

He wasn't overfeeding his reserves, but he was going to abuse frat to stuff his face.

"We have pizzas and hamburgers," he continued, "Feed as you wish. Hannibal will be informing you of the sport of the day."

( the rest is under here! )

[co-written with that guy who likes the other guy with the ears,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: amused

living_endless

It was a boring spring Saturday as Didi padded into the common room and flicked on the TV. Sports, news, bad old movie, worse old movie, sitcom rerun ... and then she found a marathon of a teen soap opera.

Those things were like crack, and she'd come in right at the middle of a dramatic babydaddy reveal scene, so Didi let it play for a while. Then a while longer. By the third commercial break, she'd made some popcorn and was shouting advice at the screen.

It was getting irritating that the characters wouldn't listen.

[OOC: Open CR. It's been forever since I posted one of these.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

( oh, time related misunderstandings! )

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: content

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

The members of the frat had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet down at the pool today. As always, there was a table set up well away from the water with snacks and drinks (wait thirty minutes after eating to jump in, guys!). Hannibal, standing there in a swimsuit, looked pleased with himself.

"Today, we're swimming." It was on his mind, go figure. "With summer coming, we thought it'd be best to get you all ready by throwing you in the water and getting some exercise. If you don't know how to swim, stick to the shallow end. If you do, go wild. Don't kill each other or anything like that. This is just to get you in the summer frame of mind while getting you some leisurely, or aggressive if that's your thing, exercise."

Arthur had unabashedly red swimtrunks.

It was worth mentioning. He was a Pendragon, he could rock the red.

"For those of you who are more sportsmanlike," Arthur continued, "the pool has the faculties for laps as well. If any of you are interested in a competition of some sort, let us know and we'll arrange it." Of course he would get competitive. It was how he rolled.

"That's all we have," Hannibal said, nodding. "Now, get into the pool! There'll be no suntanning here. Into the pool or you'll get tossed in."

Hannibal would do that too. That was how he rolled.

[co written with that other guy who looks good without a shirt,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: WET

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, fellow fraternity members," Arthur began, crossing his arms and surveying his estate. Or the 1st Floor Rec Room. Whatever you chose to call it. "Today, I thought we'd ease back into our normal activities. We will be watching football." Beat. "Or soccer, as is the local word for it. I think we've got replays of Chelsea versus Manchester City...? Right."

He'd left the catering to Hannibal. He had dearly hoped that hadn't been a miscalculation on his end.

"Yeah, I don't have a clue," Hannibal admitted since soccer -- sorry, football -- wasn't his sport of choice. "I mean, I know we've got something but I can't tell which team's which. I'm too busy following the ball."

This is why hockey gave him a headache until there were fights. The fights were fun. Anyway.

"Anyway, yeah, we're going to be watching the game," he continued. "I picked up pizza, sandwiches and onion rings for those that are really hungry. Those that aren't can snack on the smaller treats. Chips, crackers, that kind of thing. And hey, if you wanna get into fights with each other, go for it. Just don't do any permanent damage."

He was a support frat leader, he was. Still, he gestured to the televisions, the comfy chairs and the food before heading to grab a slice himself.

[co-written with

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: cheerful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It was the first meeting of the frat for the new semester! Hannibal, as you might have expected, was pretty excited about this. Arthur, less so, but that was Arthur for you. Hannibal would pay cash money to anyone who got pictorial evidence of Arthur in glee mode. CASH MONEY.

Naturally, there was food. Burgers, to be precise. And a TV (although Arthur didn't find that particularly natural). And other... things that you found in a rec room.

"Good afternoon," Arthur started, a little looser than his reserve introductions (but only a little). "I'd like to welcome you all back to the Fandom fraternity, Kappa Kappa Gremlin. Today is a day for introductions, of course. Next week we'll resume our work in the vein of last semester. Let us know if you've got any ideas. We're looking at a schedule full of sports..."

"Seriously, don't be shy about suggesting something," Hannibal echoed his co-leader. CO-LEADER. "We're looking at mixing things up, even if we can't do Twister again." That was sad. Sad sad sad. Though, Hannibal figured he could find something just as inane and embarrassing to do on his week to lead the frat.

"So, yeah, let's get with the introductions," Hannibal continued, clasping his hands together. "Name, age, year and let's go with the most macho thing you've ever done. Come on, cough it up. We wanna hear it. And feel free to eat the snacks and bum around the rec room. It's what we're here for."

Current Mood: hopeful

azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use questioning it. The island turned her into a man, providing a fireplace was nothing to its incomprehensible magic.

She walked to the fireplace and with a flick of her hand ignited the logs.

The fire burned blue until she was satisfied the room was as warm as she wanted. Azula smirked, perfect. She released the fire and the blue flames faded into the normal weak orange color.

She prepared tea and after steeping the tea Azula sat down and drank. She could tell this was going to be a strange day.

(Open!)

Current Mood: annoyed

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

So, last week had been kind of a weird one by Chuck's standards. Not that it took much to make it that for him. Attacking food just hit all the right criteria.

And one of the best ways (in his opinion) to counteract any residual nerves regarding killer veggies and whatever other crazy this place could throw at him, was to squash pixelated things... While eating pizza.

If anyone asked, Chuck was the muscled ninja-looking guy, and not Princess Peach.

[[The boy really needed to get out of his room for once. Open!]]

Current Mood: content

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After a couple of off weeks due to trips and dances, the frat was back and meeting in a rec room. Hannibal was looking like the cat that got the canary. He probably should have mentioned his pick of things to do beforehand but what would be the fun in that?

"Welcome back, guys," Hannibal said, still grinning. "Hope your fall break and your Homecoming was a good one. We gave you a few weeks off and now we're back. Don't worry, we're going to ease back into it."

And, with that, he reached behind him and came back with a box that he was holding face down. No giving it away yet.

( oh yes, it's twister time )

Current Mood: giddy

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Having ~~handwavilyomg~~ put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]

bitchprince

The afternoon found the first floor rec room covered in notes pointing out the patch of grass just behind the dorms. The patch of grass in question contained... "Today," Arthur intoned, with perhaps more glee than was strictly necessary, "We will dedicate ourselves to a real sport. Archery.( Cut for two teenage boys being royal bitches at one another. )

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! open! ]]

bitchprince

"Good afternoon, Kappa Kappa Gremlin," Arthur called, standing firmly at ease in front of the crowd. "Today, Hannibal has devised a test for your mettle..." You could kind of tell he was struggling not to laugh.

And Hannibal was shooting him glares, just daring him to laugh. But, he had better things to do so he turned back to the frat.

"And no, it's not our version of what apparently went on last night on the sixth floor," he added. Dammit, why hadn't he wandered up there? "Today, we're going to see how tough you are in the realm of...food consumption."

"Food consumption," Arthur repeated. He had nothing but a very effective oh-dear-lord-did-you-catch-this-guy-talking face. It was an admirable sign of restraint, really. "Is vital."

"It is," Hannibal insisted like he could make Arthur believe it with just the power of his words. Fat chance but he'd still try. "So, today, we're going to see how many...hot dogs you can eat without making a mess."

If anyone threw up, Hannibal was giving them a mop and a some paper towels.

"Well, you all have your marching orders," Arthur said, by now utterly beaming. He didn't even have to say anything. Hannibal kind of mocked himself. "Get eating."

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Usually Chuck wasn't much for doing big things with his Friday nights. Hardly a big weekend party-goer.

However, it wasn't just any Friday night that a guy turned fifteen. So, tonight was for celebrating. Okay, so, making dinner with his sister might not be every guy's dream idea of a birthday party, but it was pretty traditional for them.

So far, food was in the oven, and now it was really just a case of waiting and trusting in Ellie's cooking skills (which were considerably better than his). He was pretty confident it would be great, and already flopped out on one of the couches eying the cake. That was the part he really wanted right now.

"You sure we have to be traditional with the first course eating first?"

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awesomebigsis modded with permission. Patented Bartowski dinners involve a lotta food and all sorts of people dropping in, so.... Can definitely be open!]]

Current Mood: bouncy

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Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.

"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."

Well, they don't JUST gossip.

"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."

( and there is flist saving under here! )

[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince,

bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]

Current Mood: energetic

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

And here they were. His men. His frat. Arthur was happily (if idly) fiddling with his gloves while he waited for everyone to enter. The door slammed shut omniously as the last one did. "Ah," he said, "I see you've all managed to make it. Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Fandom's first and only fraternity. We are all men here..." his eyes trailed past Illyria, "Despite appearances, and we have a reputation to uphold."

( and the two manly men get babbly! )

[co-written with that Prince of Princes,

bitch_prince]

Current Mood: cheerful

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Dinah got back from her coffee chat of GREAT JUSTICE! with Daisy to find that the deck? Was decorated with streamers, balloons, glitter, noisemakers, hats, and wow, flowers.

So a keyed-up Canary was currently batting a balloon around like she was still a cat, and considering ordering a cake to go with all this stuff, wondering whose birthday it was.

TWEEEET!

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