fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with claire fisher

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

lovemykilt

Priestly had gotten up the energy to head for higher ground, today. He was perched crosslegged on the edge of the roof, his zombie-beating stick on one side of him, his phone on the other, looking out over the school grounds. His theory was that, from here, he could spot any approaching zombie threat and be prepared.

Or just, you know, be further away from it.

It was almost sort of thrilling, wasn't it? Put things in perspective. Why worry about petty image stuff or homework or whether the girl you were crushing on that week would notice your extra spikey hair? There were more important things out there. You could die crossing the street, choking on a sandwich, getting eaten by a zombie. It was . . . life reaffirming.

Or possibly that was just the pot he was smoking while he kept watch.

Hey, you dealt your way, he dealt his.

[ooc: open roof is as always open. Shaun of the Dead is on Comedy Central! EEEEEEEEE.]

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

The problem with a first period class, Claire reflected as she started a pot of coffee, was that once it was over you were too awake to go back to sleep but it was still too early to do much of anything else.

Once the coffee was done, she sat down at a table with a mug and a deck of tarot cards -- a birthday present from her Aunt Sarah. She fiddled with them idly, half laying out cards for a reading on herself but mostly just looking at the pictures on the deck. They were beautiful illustrations, anyhow.

She wasn't in a mood for TV, but she had the radio on and tuned to a classic rock station just for the background noise.

[OOC: Open common room, yep!]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Wednesday night found Firekeeper and Blind Seer, as usual, in the common room for their weekly dose of Darkest Night.

At first, tonight's episode had looked especially promising, as the plot claimed to center around a girl who'd been raised by wolves.

Within minutes, though, there was a somewhat annoyed-looking girl who actually had been raised by wolves throwing the occasional piece of popcorn at the screen.

Those weren't even real wolves they were using!

[ooc: ohhhh so very open.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It was a little ironic, that this should happen after Saint Patrick's Day, but a suddenly bearded and Irish Cal McStephanides (which was a very ancient clan name, don't you know?) made haste to the common room. He was driven by a great swell of sweet pride, and could not wait to tell the world.

"Oy!" he announced, to no one and everyone in particular. "Did ye hear about our Merlin?"

[[ so very open, especially once our Merlin gets here. This post is a beautiful concoction of four holy things: muns in the same room under the influence of each other, insanely sexy bearded icons, Irish PBs who aren't playing Irish characters, and this which is NSFW. But it is Win For Life. ]]

[[also, you saw nothing *waves hand* ]]

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

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.

The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.

[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not that princes of Narnia complained in any way. That was a sure-fire way to get turned into stone.

He'd spent today trying to find a way back to Narnia, but to no avail. Now he was sure that this was a test. His Queen would not have sent him to this island if she didn't intend for him to conquer it. Unless, of course, she'd found out about his plan to eventually betray her as he had his brother and sisters and take his rightful place as King of Narnia. He was going to go on the assumption that that plan still remained a secret.

But conquering took planning. He had time. That was why he stood on the deck outside of the dorms, ever-aware of the power of his wand in his pocket, dressed in full black leather and a billowing black cloak, and looked out upon his soon-to-be new kingdom.

[OOC: Edmund is Prince Edmund of Narnia, dark, brooding, magical darkfic version of Edmund. Open as decks are.]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Aretha Franklin was fierce but Chuck Bass was fiercer, sorry to say. That was Chuck's logic as to why he didn't get a ridiculous hat (did Aretha have a catchphrase? No, she did not). One would think the island was too afraid to give Chuck the hat because he'd just make it work and then Fandom would explode from the awesome that would ensue.

That is what would really happen, you know.

Still, Chuck was wearing an item of clothing that was equal in fierceness to that hat (his scarf) and was sitting on the ledge of the roof, one leg hanging off the side and doing one of the things he does best. Which would be getting high.

God, he couldn't wait for those brownies.

[Open roof is open, yes]

Current Mood: Fiercer than YOU

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

[OPEN LIKE A CR. I LOVE TODAY.]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.

[[ open, of course. God help him. ]]

lovemykilt

Priestly was perched on the counter again, this time next to the coffee pot. His mohawk was still green from yesterday, but it matched his "I sell crack for the CIA" t-shirt and he didn't want to risk getting dye on his clothes. He had his legs crossed -- never fear, he was wearing pants, no danger of accidental flashing here. And he was talking seemingly to mid-air.

"I'm just saying, man. I totally respect what you're fighting for, but you've got to be careful. Too many of you guys go on strike at the same time and it'll be really hard drumming up the right kind of sympathy for your cause. Plus you're totally risking potential union-limiting legislation. And look what happened to Hoffa. Okay, not what actually happened to Hoffa, but what people think happened to Hoffa. Not that I'm saying you guys have ties to the mob. And, anyway, you got to watch out for the scabs and stuff, undermining what you're trying to say. Are the French presses in the union? These are important questions."

The second floor common room had coffee. Caffeinated, even.

But only if you proved you supported the coffee makers' cause.

[ooc: open!]

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

The first weird thing was that Claire woke up early during her week off.

The second weird thing was that she didn't just want to hang out in her room all day. So she took her sketchbook and a set of pastels and went to the common room to curl up on a couch and draw ... she wasn't sure yet. It might just be her coffee mug. Maybe her coffee mug in spaaaaaaace.

The TV was on and tuned to some soap opera, but Claire wasn't paying enough attention to say what it was about.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Already loaded down with snacks and drinks, Teddy was finding it almost hard to turn the channel away from CNN to the CW.

He couldn't even vote yet and was probably not ever going to, but wow was this cool to watch. Maybe if he could do speeches like that he'd be okay with the whole... thing.

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

Claire decided that she was obviously delusional, homesick or both. Those were the only possible explanations for taking up the common room kitchen in an attempt to make a pot roast from her mother's recipe. Ruth's recipe wasn't entirely clear, and there were a couple of ingredients that either weren't available on this coast or were no longer made at all. The whole thing was giving her a migraine and she was remembering why she didn't cook.

Vegetables sliced and oven preheated, Claire stood on the counter, rooting through a cabinet for Lipton soup mix. She tried not to curse too loudly.

Momentarily forgotten, the TV blared a Z-Cases rerun.

[OOC: Open like a CR, yep.]

wannabehunter

Jo wasn't in the common room, out was just outside the common room, looking in and eyeing all the furniture which last night had been on the floor and was now mysteriously on the ceiling. Totally of its own accord.

Which was the only reason Jo was standing outside, gawking. Really.

[Open! Come see the completely the fault of Fandom weirdness upside-down common room!]

Current Mood: surprised, rly

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir could not stay in his room this morning.

Liir... had to do something normal, something mundane, something hot and greasy and familiar, and that was why he was in the common room kitchen doing a massive fry up for anyone who thought it worth the effort to creep out of their room.

Anyone who started conversations with anything other than 'this weekend' also got a brownie.

[open and free food for all!][...and considering this weekend, his icon (and where it comes from) is FAR TOO AMUSING FOR WORDS right now]

grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com

Dance, shmance. Molly didn't have a date, and wasn't big on dances. Therefore, she'd surrounded herself with horribly excellent horror movies, tons of ~~fully moddable~~ snack food, and was lounging on one of the couches in her jammies and slippers.

Life was good, though she did wonder if anyone else would join her.

[ooc: Open to any non-dancers!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was still in his bathrobe when he shuffled into common room. He was not in a happy mood as he talked in a disgruntled manner into his cell phone.

"Seriously, Ric. I don't see what's so important to get me out of bed on a Monday afternoon," he groaned and fumbled with the remote. "What channel am I supposed to be looking at? CNN? What's on C-?"

Jamie stopped as the image flickered on.

For on the screen was a duplicate of Jamie Madrox.

Naked.

Bungee jumping.

"And in Colorado this morning, a young man decided it might be fun to do a little bungee jumping," the newscaster said in an amused tone. "In the nude no less. The local sheriff's department arrested him after the jump for indecent exposure and is currently sitting in a jail cell waiting for a bail hearing."

"Well you don't see that everyday," Jamie said after blinking a few times. "I wonder what possessed me to do that?"

The reply from the cell phone obviously did not agree with Jamie because he quickly clicked it off and settled down to watch himself jump nude off a bridge.

[ooc: *scratches off three superlatives in one fell swoop* BACK FROM THE LAND OF NON-AVAILABILITY! OPEN! OMG!]

wantstodirect

The series premiere of Darkest Night aired tonight and Tony settled himself in the couch with microwave popcorn, soda and a bag of marshmallow strawberries. He'd seen most of the filming, but he hadn't seen the final cut of the episode and he wanted to see how it'd turned out.

Also, Lee Nicholas was shirtless for most of the third act.

He'd ~~mostly handwavily~~ let a few people know about the show's premiere and had a few extra bags of popcorn to make if needed.

[OOC: Open! About Darkest Night. Feel free to assume Tony mentioned the premiere and a viewing party to your character or just wander in.]

Current Mood: geeky

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

Claire had gone to the mainland and gotten good film, a tripod, and a few props that she hoped would make for a good and not-too-goofy unicorn shot.

She was trying not to bounce too much at the whole taking-a-unicorn's-portrait thing as she set up her equipment and watched for Jan, scouting out good lines of sight and light as she did so.

[OOC: Mostly for one, but open like a section of the school grounds that in no way thought it was the park a few moments ago!]

talks2objects.livejournal.com

Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

[Open!]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Anyone who came into the fourth floor common room would be greeted by the site of a chimp, sitting on the couch and watching TV. He wasn't just watching it though, he also had a bowl of popcorn for throwing at the TV when it got too stupid, and a remote for changing the channel when he got bored.

The chimp was actually have some trouble staying on one channel and seemed to be changing them every few minutes.

[Open!]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Fandom High Dormitories

Entries tagged with claire fisher

The Deck, early evening Thursday

The roof, Saturday afternoon

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room; WEDNESDAY Evening [ 03/18 ].

The dorm lawn- Wednesday night at 2 am

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

The Deck, Saturday Evening

Roof - Thursday Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday night]

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 01/19 ].

Second floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

3rd Floor CR, Monday Morning

4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

3rd Floor CR, Sunday Evening

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Third Floor Common Room - Monday Morning - 10/13

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Night

Third Floor Common Room: Monday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

School Grounds, Sunday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Wednesday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room, Afternoon

Fandom High RPG

Tags