fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with cindy mackenzie

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

The day had flown by, and before she knew it, Hinata and Amber, who’d cut out of rehearsal early (small sacrifices), were down in the pool area and setting up the decorations for Turtle’s (hopefully) surprise birthday party. Streamers and balloons in gold, green, and purple matched the tablecloths, disposable plates and utensils. Colour co-ordination was a go.

It took them awhile to get things all set up, but eventually it was accomplished, and a sign at the door to the pool proclaimed ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TURTLE!!!’ in, of course, green and gold glitter.

[Amber totally modded with permission, up way early for SP. Annnnnd ~~please wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup! The email that sent out invitations is here.

ETA: Links to cut down on browser death: Arrive/Mingle, Swim!, Eat!, Talk to the Birthday Girl!, Presents!, and OOC]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan's big plans to stay awake all night didn't quite work out since weetiny people are not known for their ability to stay awake all night.

At some point after falling asleep, all the weetiny people sleeping in the common room became normal-sized people sleeping in the common room.

Joan found herself curled up against... someone. She was kind of afraid to open her eyes and see who it was.

[ooc: mostly for those who slept here, but also open like a common room. The Peter-cuddling was modded with Peter's permission. Joan humbly requests that Sam not kill her.]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Last night, Joan had the scary dream about koala bears in hats. She decided that tonight, she was gonna stay up ALL night and watch TV in the big room with the big fridge that had lots of ice cream.

She dragged her blanket, pillow and stuffed kitten to the common room and turned on the TV. She would love to have some company.

[Open! I thought a weetiny sleepover leading to big people waking up could be fun. Plus I haven't gotten to play much :D]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah... had gotten lost, but she was would tell you that she knew exactly where she was.

Maybe.

However, she couldn't find anyone else that she knew.

Which would be why a four year old witch was wandering the halls of the dorms. She was looking on each floor for people because she couldn't remember where certain people lived.

"Johnny!" "Summer!" "K-Mart!" "Mommy!" "Sean!"

She was calling out every name she could think of as she walked up and down the halls and up and down the stairs.

[[OPEN]]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Hinata had taken a long look out her window this morning, an equally long look down at the furry bit of kitten who’d been trying to eat her ankles and convince her that it would be wonderful to go out and decided that: no, she didn’t think so.

Yei purred, and napped, and tried to break out of the room for most of the morning, followed her around while she’d made a quick lunch and trailed back to the room, and then repeated the pattern.

Come evening, though, while Hinata still had no plans to go outside, she’d decided that taking pity on Yei was easy enough, carted the kitten down to the common room, and was leaning over the back of the couch with a bit of yarn trailing from her fingers.

While Yei viciously attacked it. Clearly the yarn was Pure Evil. (And bright pink.)

[Oooopen, yes!]

talks2objects.livejournal.com

Done with classes for the week, Dor had slept in late and skipped breakfast entirely and missing lunch to boot.

So he found himself down at the common room with a large bowl of cereal where he sat and chatted with the furniture.

"Boy," he said with his mouth partially full of chocolate frosted sugar bombs. "People were sure cranky about the fire alarm last night."

The objects in the room all chuckled. "Well everyone's a bit more frustrated than usual these days," the chair mentioned and all the objects burst into laughter.

"Oh?" Dor asked innocently. "Why is that?"

"Because everyone is a little... frustrated. If you know what I mean," the lamp replied.

"Um. No," Dor said. "I don't. What do you mean?"

All the objects paused in the room and then died of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Dor asked.

"Nobody is getting any action," the sofa replied. "Do you know what I mean by that?"

Dor frowned. "No. What are you talking about?"

And the sofa began to tell a story. A story about a vampire and a girl in black leather pants. And the sofa's role in this particular story. And the actions that happened on said sofa.

In graphic detail

Dor should have left the room. He should have run. But the words just kept coming from the sofa and he just stared horrified as his innocence began to disappear in a few moments of Vampire/Alien raunchiness.

It didn't help that the other objects in the room started making rauchy sounds while the refrigerator hummed a porn soundtrack.

[Open! The couch is telling the NSFW story linked above from the way early days of FH. Dor's magic allows anyone to hear the story and all the sound effects the furniture are making.]

Current Mood: shocked

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

momslilassassin

Ben--who had droids, but no pets--had not noticed anything amiss so far.

He'd decided that an entire day of hiding in his room was probably bordering on overdramatic, so he wandered down to the common room, flipped on the television and made popcorn.

Thank the Force for the "popcorn" button on the microwave.

He was now trying to follow the plotline of some movie about cheerleading.

[OOC: open post is open!]

Current Mood: confused

momslilassassin

Ben's insomnia and compulsive need to tinker had resulted in more mouse droids than should be contained in one dorm room.

Which was why he was in the common room setting up an obstacle course for the five of them to race through.

[OOC: ooooopen]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: How Strong Do You Think I Am - Alexz Johnson

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley was making himself grilled cheese sandwiches, but he had enough stuff to make them for other folks, too. He'd had a decent weekend, and was now totally over the whole thing with his mom being mad at him.

Besides, Ino had come up with a brilliant idea for when his mom actually did come to visit Fandom (if she ever did), so that problem was... no longer a problem.

He would sit down and thumb through a book on flowers after he was done cooking. But for the time, armed with his trusty spatula, Hurley engaged in his culinary urges.

[ooc: Open like a good common room!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

When Katchoo had gotten that copy of Elegant Waste from the library this morning, she'd been planning on reading it today. It had been a couple of years since she had, after all.

Clearly, she hadn't been planning on the book not staying a book, and now she was up on the roof with a pack of cigarettes, an easel and her paints, and a scrawny, trashed-looking kitten who was hitting the catnip way too hard.

Every now and then, it'd come up to her and mew plaintively as if it wanted a drag off her cigarette.

"No," she'd tell it. "Stick to your happy cat leaf, frikkin' furball."

And with a little woe-is-me sigh, it would pad back over to the corner under the Garden of Cranky Plants (as Katchoo had come to call it) and sprawl out in its little pile of catnip, one paw flung melodramatically across its eyes.

Frikkin' Fandom. All she'd wanted was something to read, not a tiny feline junkie. Well . . . at least she was getting really into the painting, and even if she didn't know exactly what she was doing, it was shaping up to be a pretty impressive, if faceless, human figure.

[OOC: Open like roofs tend to be.]

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

Well, she'd done the "antisocial" thing for a while, and observed people, and things. Maybe it was time to venture out into the common rooms.

When she got arrived, there was the matter of the television. It wasn't hard to get it to turn ON, or to figure out how to change channels or change the volume. Getting it to display something ENTERTAINING, on the other hand, seemed to be darn near impossible.

Agnes flopped onto the couch and sighed. "Oh, POOT."

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was in the mood for something salty. Popcorn might do the trick. Or maybe pretzels. He frowned as he stared into the cabinet. Decisions, decisions.

Finally deciding on pretzels, Adam sat down on the couch and flipped through his notes. He realized that the first week of classes was almost over. Huh. Time sure flew by. He only hoped his senior year wouldn't pass him by too quickly. He wanted to enjoy it, after all.

[OOC: Open!]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac wasn't really awake yet. She's rarely really awake before her first caffiene fix of the day. This is probably a good thing. Especially today.

She smothered a yawn with her hand as she walked into the common room, and stopped dead, just digesting the taste for a moment. The smell. Letting it all sink in.

The girl is normally so sane without the clamping of her hand to her mouth in horror and the unintelligeable disgust. Also with the not trying to wash her mouth out. Doesn't look it today. Funny how even the water she's shovelling in with her hand has that same taste she's trying to get rid of.

Now is the mad scramble to make a drink to take that revolting taste away.

Try not to worry about the girl at the counter downing coffee like her life depends on it.

[[ooc: I had to. Open. Tiny bit of SP as I flit back and forth.]]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac had very wisely, she thought, kept to her room for most of the weekend. She remembered the last time this 'adults to children' thing had happened all too clearly, and hadn't been a fan of babysitting duty. Her own kids were tolerable, anyone else's were less so.

Come Monday morning she'd decided it was safe to venture outside again. The first thing that happened of course, was that she tripped over a great lump that appeared in front of her. One she could've sworn that wasn't there before. In the end, it got used to sit on as she drank her hot chocolate.

She honestly wasn't a fan of the cabins. Used to by now? Yes. But that didn't mean she particularly enjoyed it. The annual camping trips forced on her by her parents were more than enough nature to last her a lifetime, and this whole mysterious stump thing, didn't make her appreciate the great outdoors any more than she did before.

[[ooc: Open like a campfire, people!]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Since there was nothing to do in his room and he was hungry, Hannibal decided to try and kill two birds with one stone. He ordered a pizza and took it down to the common room.

Once there, the television went on, the pizza box went open and, while he was still bored, he was bored with pizza.

And a bad movie.

Hopefully he wouldn't get anything on his shirt. That just sucked.

[Open open, yes yes.]

Current Mood: lazy

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Somehow Teddy had found himself in the common room with an over abundance of popcorn. And a finale for some design show he hadn't been watching before, but it had to be better for his brain than anything on the Scifi Channel, right?

Right?

He was still sad he missed Anaconda III last night.

[[Open!]]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Project Runway was on. Of course Peter was in front of a TV.

~~He was also riding the merry-go-round that I just modded into the common room to make the OCD inventory threads explode, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem.~~

So... yeah. Peter, on a couch, watching the awesomeness that was Tim Gunn.

[open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

After class -- and boy was she relieved that Mr. Rogers was there and all right -- Savannah hadn't wanted to go back to her room yet. She also hadn't been in the mood to go to the beach, either. So, after trying to figure out where to go, she had decided on the roof. Finding somewhere she could sit out of the way and watch the sky, she tried to get comfortable.

She was sore, achey and upset. Not a fun combination.

She had also been kind of dumb. What had she been thinking -- trying to fight Hades like that?! Had she been oh so slightly suicidal? She was lucky that he hadn't done more damage than he had.

"Note to self, when Hell Gods attack... go around them."

Which brought her to the other part of her mood.

Johnny.

Yesterday's fight... and then the one that was even worse when she came home last night...

Things were not good and she didn't know how to fix them -- or even if they could be fixed.

[[OOC: Open like an open thing.]]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

[Open!]

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 :)]

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!]

Current Mood: pensive

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal had slept in for three reasons: the first was simply that it was a Saturday, the second was because yesterday had been a very long day, and the third was because he had trouble sleeping anyway. It was being in a new place, with a lot of new people, in an entirely new situation. He was used to it, of course, so he was used to losing sleep over it at first.

Besides, it was nothing a little coffee couldn't fix. He rubbed the back of his neck as he drifted down the hall and into the room with the couches and the TV and the kitchenette and started rummaging around for what he needed.

While...trying not to step on the tortoises.

Wait...

Cal frowned at the little golden tortoises swarming at his feet right now.

Hopefully that was something a little coffee could fix, too.

[[ open common room is open ]]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Amy had been given Poe to look after for the afternoon. For the moment that mostly involved her running after him in his ball along the length of the corridor outside. She was being tailed by a long-suffering Miles tasked with 'keeping an eye on them', while Mac made reams of PBJ sandwiches.

Turned out there was a Poe back in their reality. Mac couldn't help but wonder if lemmings from space had special anti-aging powers. It was either that, or she became one of those parents that replaced pets and never told her children. Couldn't quite see herself doing it, though.

Then again, she also never saw herself having kids, so... Who knew.

[[Open, either for running into the pair in the corridor, or Mac in the common room.]]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac had never been so glad to have access to caffeine. Sunday mornings were supposed to be for lie-ins.

Kids, as it turned out, woke up antisocially early and usually only to demand food. Well, that was what the shape of the last twenty-four hours told her, anyway.

That, and that she should invest in electronic tagging. Mainly for Miles. Maybe Veronica could set her up with child lo-jack...

Anyway, once she'd finally figured out that if you gave them lots of cereal and sit them in front of cartoons they didn't break things quite so much, she did just that, and settled down with her coffee to make the most of the break. However short-lived that might be.

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Peter was all done with finals, and so was his BFF. That meant time to celebrate.

He ordered in some pizzas and sodas (sadly uncaffinated). He also had a lot of candy on the odd chance a sugar rush would help those going through withdrawal.

There was ANTM, Supernanny, and Top Chef on TV. Peter couldn't really ask for anything more.

[open! Mod the food as you like]

Current Mood: happy

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Karal had said he could.

And someone else had mentioned that this place was in an ocean. An ocean! The very idea of it. He couldn't help but think of Kumbricia and the flood, of all that water rushing in, more water than he'd ever seen in his life, and great churning waves like the ones that had taken Dorothy's parents, or so she'd said. The Witch had mentioned Restwater a time or two, as had Dorothy, but he'd never seen such a thing.

That was why he was on the broom. And because Karal had said, blatantly, that he could. And that way, he was up high away from the ocean. Up high, so he could see it and get a view and really see if there was no land within sight in one direction, or if someone had lied to him.

He wouldn't put it past anyone, after all.

It was good to fly, good to be free of the earth and free of concerns and just plain free. He'd have to land eventually, since his stomach was rumbling and he'd need to go get some of the food he'd taken from the picnic out of his little hiding place in the room (Karal had mentioned a cafeteria, but why not plan for all eventualities?), but for now, he was a creature of Air.

[very much open for anyone, air or ground]

ashockingbitch

Despite not having class until that afternoon, Jenny was up early for once, drinking strong tea, eating cereal straight from the box, and glaring at a blank page in her notebook. Finally, lacking inspiration, she called the first number that came up on her iPhone and asked whoever answered, "What's a good slogan for running for student council?"

Rose Tattoo hung up on her.

Jenny swore and started brainstorming.

~~Bad things happen when Jenny Sparks doesn't run things.~~ No, that sounded like a threat.
~~Vote for Jenny Sparks and she might quit smoking!~~ Like that would happen.
~~Jenny Sparks, the spirit of yesterday...today.~~ Ack, no. Just...no.
Vote for Jenny: The Voice of Experience

Jenny eyed that last one thoughtfully. It didn't suck, she decided, or at least it didn't suck more than any other campaign slogan she'd ever seen. She circled it instead of scribbling it out like the others. Now she needed posterboard and markers. And candy. She couldn't be having a proper student government campaign without a few sugary bribes for the prospective voters. She started making a shopping list.

((Open, as common rooms are.))

savedfornow.livejournal.com

Claire woke early by default, even after a long party, but she was thoughtful enough to quit her room as soon as she did, leaving the roomie to sleep.

Still in pyjamas and a big fluffy dressing gown, she curled up on the couch with cereal and chocolate milk, and switched the TV on to AMSF

It was the recent one with the really bad theme tune,but Claire wasn't that fussy.

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

future-champion.livejournal.com

Neville was trying to spend as much time out of his room as he could. Hermione had cast a protective spell on Trevor, so he would probably be all right, but just in case his room mate got mean, Neville had put Trevor in his cage and taken him with him to the common room.

It didn't look half as inviting as the Gryffindor common room, he decided and looked around. It didn't even have a fireplace!

There were lots of interesting muggle things though. He put Trevor down on the table and went to study the big black box curiously. He couldn't figure out what it was for. Some sort of mirror?

ooc: Open like an open thing!

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was standing in front of the television, apparently fascinated by the cooking show. Of course, this was a little hard to tell, since Marco was a llama at that moment. It was also a little hard to tell that it was Marco. The remote control was well hidden under a couch cushion. There was no food out, though.

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori had woken up this morning with a sudden craving for hot chocolate. She had no idea why, she just did.

So she was now sitting on the couch in the common room, sipping a mug of hot chocolate. The television was on, the volume somewhat low. Tori didn't want to accidentally wake up any of her floormates.

A program about turtles was on the television and she was intrigued. Having been watching it for a bit, Tori decided that it would be cool to have one for a pet. She'd make a trip to town later on.

[OOC: Totally open! Slowplay is love as I will be running in and out of the house for a bit.]

Current Mood: awake

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

The roof is there for emo, right?

Which is why when Mac, finding she couldn't really concentrate on anything much at the moment anyway, decided to get out of her room, that was where she went.

Now, she's sitting cross legged near the edge of the roof, and stabbing absently at the fruit salad she found for breakfast with a fork.

[[ooc: She's there, it's open. Beware the woe.]]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked.

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

(ooc: it's open if you like.)

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.]

orewahikari.livejournal.com

It's late Saturday evening, and Roxas is kind of sitting there reading a book in the dim fading light.

Or, it looks like he's reading a book anyway. The book's open a little less than halfway, and his eyes are on the page.

But they're not really moving. He almost looks like he's asleep with his eyes open, except that he occasionally blinks.

Someone's distracted.

[OOC: Open to anyone! Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?]

Current Mood: distracted

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!]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

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.]

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was ~~suicidal~~ nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

Current Mood: jubilant

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Finals started tomorrow, so Jack was - surprisingly enough - studying.

He was doing it in a very Jack way, though. He'd claimed the biggest couch in the first floor lobby as his own and was currently sprawled across it, shirtless, sucking on a lollipop while he flipped through a textbook.

Propped up at each end of the couch was ( a sign which read-- )

"Worried about Finals?

Lick a Seahorse for Luck!

The table next to him held several empty coffee cups, with books and notes piled haphazardly next to them, and sitting underneath it - where it wouldn't be immediately apparent to anyone walking past - was a large box, filled with lollipops that he would happily share.

[ooc: Open to all! Grab the chance to lick a Seahorse!]

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Since it was too cold and wet to play outside Dick took his kid down to the gym Monday afternoon so Ryan could work off some energy. Dick stood by the side, eating a bag of cheetos.

"Go ahead. Run around, hit kids in the face with a dodgeball. Stuff I used to do when I was your age." said Dick, waving Ryan off with his hand.

Ryan shrugged and went off to find something to play with. The kid came back with a dodgeball. Then the kid threw the dodgeball at his dad's head.

"Hey! My cheetos!" said Dick, mournfully looking down at the spilled bag.

"You don't need the cheetos fatty!" shouted Ryan from across the gym.

"That's it. I'm going to kick your ass." Dick says with a grin. He leaned down to pick up the dodgeball. "You better start running!"

((Open as per usual))

stykera

Stark didn't have classes on Mondays. And he didn't have any children claiming to be his following him around. Naturally, he decided the proper course of action was to install himself in a common room after finally wandering out of his own room and see if any weetinies showed up. So he was on a couch, TV on, and a sandwich in hand. He could probably easily be persuaded to provide horribly sugary foods to any tiny people that might appear.

[Is open. Cos it's a common room and I have a snow day yay.]

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori had a wonderful time at prom last night, better than she could have imagined. She wished time could move slower though, she didn't want the year to end just yet. Especially when it meant some people would be leaving and she might not see them again.

An early morning person, Tori made her way into the common room kitchen, having decided to make an ample amount of pancakes. That was something she could cook without ruining it. People were probably going to be sleeping for a while but Tori decided to make enought pancakes for the floor and then some, regardless.

She set up orange juice, water, tea, coffee and milk on the table along with syrup and other ~~moddable~~ breakfast condiments. She placed pancakes along with everything as they were made.

[OOC: Open for mommies and daddies and kiddies, oh my!]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

It was NCAA basketball playoff season, so Conner had resigned himself to watching basketball on TV. Of course, basketball not being his favorite sport, he was watching the women's tournament.

Why?

Well, at least he could check out some cute girls while he watched a sport he really didn't care about . . .

[OOC: Open, despite the uninspiredness of my narrative!]

courier-gavin.livejournal.com

Jake wanted to catch an early Bitterwoman rerun, so he shuffled sleepily into the common room. He turned on the tv to make sure he didn't forget and then went to hover over the coffee maker. He'd brought his sailboat mug from his room, so he was standing with the mug on the ready for when the coffee was done.

ooc:open of course.

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom.

*Santa never ran. It was undignified.

[ooc: Tannim thinks he's Santa. He's not wearing a costume, just walking around with a bag of "toys" and trying to get into all the rooms. If you want him to get into your room, please tag into the post with your room number and whether it's occupied when Santa arrives. You're also welcome to run into him in the hallways.

[ETA: It's afternoon when he's running around the dorms, but his delusional mind thinks it's later at night.]

Current Mood: jolly

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