The roof, Thursday night

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012 10:29 pm
notmyownage: (*is looking up*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
It was Claudia's last night in Fandom.

She wasn't going on to do anything really Earth shattering. Tomorrow she'd be catching her regular portal to South Dakota and going to the Warehouse, like she did most Fridays, anyway.

She just wasn't coming back.

But that was tomorrow. And tomorrow was an eternity away. So she sat up on the roof, her feet dangling off over the edge, and stared out over Fandom. Even if she came back some day, she was never going to get this view again. Because tonight was her last night.

She was just going to South Dakota. She'd done way weirder things, and gone to way more dangerous places.

So why the hell was she so terrified?

[ooc: probably Claudia's last post as a student before swapping to alum status. Fridays are busy for me at work, so I may not have time to put her anywhere.

So, you know, open.]
notmyownage: (*is in the kitchen*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
"HELLO!" Claudia greeted her non-existent internet audience. "Today on my drunk kitchen, we're going to make . . . meatballs." She nodded seriously, pouring herself a finger of apple cider.

It was nonalcoholic cider, but she wasn't about to let that stop her.

"The firsht thing you need to know about makin' meatballs is that they're made of meat." She nodded firmly, gesturing with her glass of cider. "The second thing is . . . what was . . . they're ball-shaped. I conshidered making salad, but thass not -- it doesn't take any kitcheninginginging. Ing."

Oh, this would go well.

[ooc: Open! Starring Claudia as Hannah Hart of My Drunk Kitchen fame. Only sans icon because I didn't think of this until after I got to work. Come watch her antics! And maybe keep her from burning anything down!]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
After witnessing an giant squid sing, and hearing snatches of song around the town, Scully was fairly certain oddness was happening again today. So she was avoiding people, up on the roof, and looking through a telescope.

Satellite in my eyes
like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite
strung from the moon
and the world your balloon...


Scully blinked. Because even if she felt compelled to sing? That still didn't mean she could carry a tune in a bucket.

[open as a roof often is!]
[identity profile] 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.]
momslilassassin: ([neg] uncertain)
[personal profile] momslilassassin
Half to give Ender some time to process Val's disappearance and half because it was a good idea, Ben was putting up hand-written posters on various bulletin boards:

Relatives and/or friends back home gone missing? Leave your information here, or contact Ben (555-LGCY or Ender (555-ENDR)

They didn't have the first idea of what was happening, but knowing how big the problem had become might help. Maybe.

[OOC: Open for finding him if you'd like!]
wasthecuteone: (in the kitchen)
[personal profile] wasthecuteone
Petra was, she would readily admit, not what one would call a great cook. She could do the basics and maybe even get a little creative from time to time, and she could catch and clean a fish and cook it over the campfire like a pro, but she wasn't about to start whipping out five-course gourmet meals. But she was pretty confident in her ability to follow directions, and she'd been poking around on the internet earlier when she found the perfect recipe for the club fair tomorrow: cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes, but rainbow cupcakes. They were so cute, so cheerful, so on-theme, so delicious!

Sure, there were a lot of fiddly steps involved in making the layers come out right, but as long as she took her time and read through carefully, and didn't freak out when some of the yellow batter somehow got in her hair, it was all good. She even made the frosting, although she was tempted to just use Funfetti. Also, her apron was super cute, if she did say so herself.

((Open common room is open! But Petra'll swat your hand with a spatula if you try to take one of her cupcakes. They're for tomorrow.

Well. Maybe if you're really nice she'll let you sample one for quality control.))
glacial_queen: (Singing)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play. [livejournal.com profile] not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]
dollpocalypse: (pony: disgruntled)
[personal profile] dollpocalypse
It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.
heromaniac: (Momoko reads One Piece)
[personal profile] heromaniac
Momoko was determined to make up for all the hours she had spent indoors watching that AWESOME new sentai series, and the radio this morning had left her with no illusions that this was 'one of those weekends', which promised much entertainment. So she set up the sun umbrella to keep any rain off of her, and was sitting on the deck with a ton of snacks (and even some she was willing to share), a camera with a fresh memory card, a spare memory card, and a folder full of legal citations and arguments she'd pulled from the web.

Look, she was still worried about that judge getting away with stuff, okay? Maybe it wouldn't all be usable, but it was at least some ideas, right? She was trying to be a responsible legal... person. Sure she didn't have to be at work until Monday, but Justice didn't take days off!

...

Okay, so she also had a bag full of used manga beside her, too.

So when there wasn't someone visiting or being crazy within zoom range, Momoko was alternating between legal papers and a volume of Wan Pīsu... and hoping the pirates in this series got more interesting. And cute. Bleah.


(Open deck is open!)
vanillajello: ([plot] Vamp: Lurk moar.)
[personal profile] vanillajello
So, Kate had been pretty pissed off over having let that pale guy escape earlier. For a bunch of reasons. She was telling herself his words weren't one of them.

Luckily the building offered more than enough distraction from that. She'd been here a month or so ago, just for a few days until she'd skipped to the fun side of town. It hadn't been like this, though: this place here was alive. It smelled utterly human, like a bunch of breathers going about their puny little lives, oblivious to the danger now right outside their doors. It was intoxicating.

Later, Kate wanted to see if the rest of the town was the same but for now, she was soaking up the smell of humanity by prowling the hallways. Occasionally, she knocked on a random door just to see if there was someone amusing there.

For now, she considered the dorms her own personal playground.

[ooc: OH SO OPEN. Feel free to run into her in any hallway, or mod your door being knocked on. She's not going to bite anyone (at least not without proper OOC permission omg), but she is going to be hella creepy at everyone, because it's what you do when you're a teen vampire.]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Rilla had not turned the television on when she'd come into the common room. She was far too engrossed in the magazine she'd just discovered.

Look out, world. Rilla Blythe had discovered Cosmo quizzes.

If only she understood half of the things the questions were asking about!
brat_inslayage: (At Punching Bag)
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
So. Kennedy had heard the radio last night. Part of her was bummed about not getting to go along, but another part of her-- adjacent to if not necessarily the same part that was pummeling the crap out of the heavy bag right now (or trying to; she still wasn't hitting that thing nearly as solidly as she wished she could)-- had a feeling it was a good thing she hadn't.

She'd spent a good chunk of the morning on the phone with Constance, who'd been way more than a little alarmed when Kennedy'd barely waited until hellos were exchanged to start in on a barrage of questions about people coming back from the dead, but had, to her credit, explained fairly patiently what a very bad idea that typically was. (In their world's terms, anyway, which of course were terms toward which Constance was pretty strongly biased, and Kennedy had been too agitated to pay much thought to subtleties like other worlds maybe not following those rules.)

She knew she should be glad, and maybe she was. Just... it'd brought everything back: the frustration, the trauma, the anger at being used the way they had. All of that drowned out the relief, and if it was petty of her she didn't care. She should be happier about this, but mostly, right now what she wanted was to go off on Raven for letting all of this happen-- not just to her, to all of them, but she was still selfish enough that she was furious about the part she'd had to play.

Here was where the wacky came in: she was actually aware of the fact that it'd be a bad idea to do that.

Thus the gym, and the heavy bag, and the trying to wear herself into exhaustion or just burn all the anger off. Probably not the most constructive use of her time, but she cared less about constructive and more about venting.

[[cranky potential is cranky, but open gym post is open! i'm still doing the con thing today so I may be slow, but free con wifi is happy. ironically i may be around more than i usually am on weekends.]]
[identity profile] swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com
They had actually set up a portable DVD player in the lobby today - after putting up posters to point out that reserves were still being held right there.

"We thought it would be a good idea to just do a movie today," Dolf started. Really, it was just that he'd never gotten to do this with the last group of people he was in charge of-- not that he figured they would have done well with films, but anyway. "And we were told this movie is really good, so..."

Yeah, he had no idea what it was, but the Americans had all seemed into it?

"So take some popcorn and enjoy it?" Tara finished. She wasn't that into it herself, but it was in the DVD collection and she had no better ideas. "There's soda, too. And chocolate."

"So there is also something to eat and drink together," Dolf finished. "I know this isn't our usual thing, but it is winter outside. And maybe we can talk about the movie afterwards and see if it has anything that might be useful for us to do later? Ideas are always welcome!"

Keep dreaming about the movie, Dolf.
glacial_queen: (Authority)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
The blizzard may have stopped, but there was still a lot of snow on the ground and considering today's activity, Magic Reserves was being held inside today. The usual tables were set up however, and they positively groaned under the weight of all the handwavey food. More than just snacks and drinks, there appeared to be several whole meals there, including a few all-vegetarian options.

"Hey everyone," Karla said, looking more subdued than usual. "Thanks so much for coming today. We have kind of an unusual activity planned today, but it involved eating and talking, so hopefully no one will mind much. In any situation, whether it's invading creatures or something terrible happening to the island, one of your most valuable resources for getting through it whole is your allies--your friends. Knowing who has your back and who you can trust frees you up to focus on other things--potentially life-saving things. So today, we're going to share food and talk to and about one another. Get to know folks we might not already, and reaffirm the bonds we share with others. Because this way, when we're facing trouble, we can remember that we don't do so alone."

Dolf, hands in his pockets, nodded. "There is not really much else to say," he said. "Sometimes we just need to know people will pick us up if things are bad, and that there will be food and drink when we need it, too. That we're warm and with each other, we can be safe." His words weren't as smooth as Karla's, obviously, but at least the lad continued to be earnest. Boy scout.

Tara appreciated the Boy Scout thing, today more than ever. "We're safe here," she echoed softly, sounding sad but composed. "Today is for enjoying that, and enjoying being family for each other. Even if the families we came from weren't up to the job. And if anyone wants to talk to any of us, we're here."

[Co-written with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer and [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow. Hang on for OCD up!]
icecoldfrost: (girls' night out)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.


[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
Ariel was in a sparkling dress and rooting around through the cupboards in the common room, pulling out all the Cheetos and Pringles and Pop Tarts and jelly beans she could find which meant only one thing: someone just got her legs back after her stay at home and she was hungry.

It wasn't even that all that swimming tended to make a girl hungry; she just really missed human food.

What she would constitute as human food, anyway.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]
notmyownage: (*is half-asleep w/o frog pajamas*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
It'd taken an exceptionally long time -- especially after Claudia became convinced the rickshaw driver was a stealth-goblin and decided to abandon ship -- but Claudia'd finally managed to haul the lightly snoring Scully back to her room. She had her arms hooked under Scully's, locked tight over her chest, and after half of town, the school grounds, and two flights of stairs, Claudia wasn't actually sure she'd end up being able to let go.

"Next time --" she gasped, fumbling around to try and get at Scully's pocket for a key without dropping her friend. "-- I'm just gonna --" *pant, wheeze* "ow -- take pictures and -- keeeeeeeeeeeeys -- send them your -- ha! -- lonely sniper friends."

Okay. She had keys. She had Scully. She had no idea where her knees were supposed to be.

"Oh lord. Going down." She tipped over backwards. "Okay! We'll just -- rest here a bit."

[ooc: I haaaaaaaaaaaaad to. Scully modded with permission.]
[identity profile] 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! ]]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Frohike and Langley were whining, then crying, then whining. Scully put them down on the roof, gave them pacifiers and bottles, put in her ear-plugs, and started to write a paper on her laptop that she intended to turn in with them. [Cue X-Files theme.]

"...while my feelings about parenthood are mixed, my feelings about android caretaking are not. Having two subjects made it possible to compare the behaviors between the two models, and determine that their individual programming parameters are separate and complex. Subject F responds better to being given a blanket than Subject L, and Subject L is more likely to imitate behaviors initiated by his co-android...."

"One might question the efficacy of a program designed to drive the caretaker to extreme coping measures, such as alcohol and making dates to initiate sex at some later time (see conversation of 11/12/10 with Wayne, Bruce), however, it can be stated that no amount of so-called 'bonding' takes place when there is the expectation of returning the robotic child substitutes...."


"What do you think, guys? Footnotes or endnotes?"

[ooc: open and very OCD, but that's just Scully.]
[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com
Alexander was just about at his wits' end with the strange way he'd been feeling this week, but he had done well, he felt, with staving it off with a lot of coffee ice cream and handwavy movie nights that resulted in a few close calls and scooting slightly away from the normal proximity. And so it was this afternoon that hewas feeling the need for another coffee ice cream antidote and went into the common room to fetch it.

Only to open the freezer door to a truly disturbing image.

"No!" Alexander muttered, staring for a moment before he started shifting through the contents within. "No, it couldn't possibly...how...How could we have honestly gone through all of that ice cream already?"

He was just going to stare into the freezer in shock and dismay some more.

If anything, it was at least cooling him down.

[[ open common room is open! ]]
exspeedydotcom: (requisite shirtless icon)
[personal profile] exspeedydotcom
While Roy was aware that things were...weird today (and possibly for the last few days), he was also aware that he was hungry, dammit. So he was in the common room with way too much pizza. Also, no shirt. What? He was overly warm. He thought there might be something wrong with the heating system.

((Open common room is open for socializing, traumatizing, overshare...izing.))
glacial_queen: (Sexy Over Shoulder)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
The Reserves were kind of fidgety today. Karla, at least, was filled with a kind of nervous energy that made it hard to keep still. This would be a nice break from her current state of constant near-exhaustion, if it hadn't come with all kinds of, well, emotional distractions. The kind that made it hard to concentrate.

Mostly--since we're all being honest here--because her libido was racing along faster than a NASCAR driver. And she didn't even get that reference. snipped for sexy honesty? )
notmyownage: (*is in the kitchen*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
Holy crap, Claudia was actually trying to cook. You'd think she'd have learned her lesson after trying to overclock a waffle iron, but, well, every now and then her plucky and adventurous side had to make itself known, and today, it wanted to make itself known through food.

And humming.

And every now and then, singing ever so softly to herself.

Lalala, lyrics )

[ooc: open! Results of Claudia's attempts to cook are not guaranteed to be edible.]
brat_inslayage: (Drill Sergeant (Get It Done))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

"Heya, guys!" And girls, all of whom, Zack was pleased to note, seemed to be back to their usual varying standards of normal, today. He hoped. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday and the mustard attack again. "We thought that today would be a good day to get into handling weapons again, since most of us got to take it easy over break week, and all. No blades this week, but we do have some batons and things like that to work with."

"Nothing you can puncture each other with," Kennedy had to put in. Because that way occasionally lay accidentally dusting your friends. Oops. "Which isn't to say you can't hurt each other a hell of a lot with this stuff, so do we have to remind you to be smart about it?"

"If you don't think you can manage to keep from bludgeoning someone with the batons, we have those noodle... things from last time," Maladicta added. Because there was just no cool way to say 'pool noodle'. Unfortunately.

"So," Zack said, grinning, because... really, there wasn't any way to talk about pool noodles without being seriously uncool, sorry Maladicta, "grab yourself a baton and pair off to spar, but be careful about it. If you're not familiar with the weapon, people can get hurt, and we don't want any clinic visits today."

... He totally had his hot pink pool noodle slung over one shoulder again. Just because.

And got a smack upside the head with a purple noodle. But whoever could have done that? Certainly not Maladicta!

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie had had better, and less upsetting days. That afternoon, her brother had actually finally returned a phone call -- not to really check on his baby sister, though he did ask after her, but to tell her that he couldn't come to visit that weekend.

But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.

pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.

Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.

Wonderful.

So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.
[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com
It had been Alexander's turn to pick what he and Scully would be making for lunch, so, of course, they were going to be taking on the ambitious but familiar project of a roasted whole chicken, bread, and vegetables. Of course, this would take a bit longer than pasta or other options, but, really, with the convenience of modern ovens, it was still going to be much quicker than the methods Alexander was more accustomed to.

Still, he got to the common room with their foodstuffs a little early, getting a start on the prep work until Scully arrived. In a few short hours, they'd have a wonderful, delicious meal to enjoy and share.

Hopefully.


[[ Alexander's cooking with [livejournal.com profile] showmetheproof, but of course the common room is open! Feel free to tag in after the food is finished, too! Up a little early since there'll be slow-to-no-play from me in a little bit until evening! ]]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie had Top Model on in the background as she whistled tunelessly in the kitchen. Idle hands had made her restless, and tonight found her making a dish of brownies to enjoy in front of the television. (With sprinkles!)

There was a certain irony to the evening, to baking something to eat while watching a show about the ultra-tall and thin, but Sookie didn't really care. Mostly she was giving herself something to do, and hoping that if the squeal of girls didn't draw people in, the smell of chocolate would.

[come keep me from succumbing to a head cold!]
glacial_queen: (Peeking Thru Foliage)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
"Thanks for coming," Karla said, once everyone had assembled and had a chance to grab something to eat and drink if they were so inclined. "So, those of us who were on the island a few weeks ago remember that great chunks of the island went missing before we were able to set everything aright--including most of the town and all of the restaurants. We were lucky that it didn't last long enough for there to be a food shortage--" in part because the cafeteria had remained, even if people would argue whether the cafeteria had anything that counted as edible in it "--but the point is there could have been. Considering most of us can be described as two-legged locusts, that would have been a serious problem."

"There are any number of reasons why we might get cut off from our usual supplies: an invasion, a trip that doesn't goes as planned, a bout of Fandom weird, whatever. But there are ways we can prepare without wringing our hands and bemoaning our fates: specifically, we can learn some basic skills to let us live off the land if such a thing ever happens. Hunting, gathering, knowledge of edible, medicinal and magical plants are all useful bits of knowledge to have and might serve to keep you and your friends alive should something unexpected happen."

It took Dolf a few seconds to realise the attention was now on him. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since the last time he'd had to speak before a large audience like this, and while they were vastly different people... he scraped his throat. "Hi, I'm Dolf," he started, "I'm here to lead Support Services from now on. Uh," and now that that was out of the way, he did feel a hint of nerves. Not so much because he didn't know where to go with this, but because he hadn't been here for all of these invasions, and he wasn't sure yet what to prepare for.

"...Like Karla said, it can be very important to know what you can eat," he segued, at last. "Some might already know what is good and what is not. Some might not. Meat is also important, so is hunting. If you are under attack, or have to come up with food yourself every day--" he struggled against the English language a little. "--it is important to know these things." He leaned down and picked some leaves off the ground. "This, you can eat, if you smash it enough," he said. "Other things can make tea. There is lots in the forest to be found if you're really hungry. Not just meat, but the plants. It takes work to recognize sometimes, but it's there."

He closed his mouth, exhausted with the language, but then opened it again to point at a few random plants around them. "Edible. Poison. Uh--" He blushed. "...don't try that."

Only then did he send a questioning look in someone else's direction. He'd completely forgotten about his nerves, and now he wondered if he'd said too much.

Tara didn't think he'd said too much, but it felt like time to step in. "And, um -- people who do magic can find supplies here, too." She knelt to pick a flower. "This one is in most protection spells. The bark of that tree helps find lost objects. And the red berries on that bush over there make a good base for love spells. Not that I think people should do love spells."

Karla shook her head at Tara's last comment and stepped forward again. "Yeah. Definitely avoid the love spells. But, no matter why you might find yourself out in a place like this, it's filled with things you can use to keep yourself fed, healthy, and stocked up on spells. So, today, we're going on a scavenger hunt in the Preserve. We've got some lists of common plants, herbs, and fungi that can be found in most similar areas. See what you can gather and harvest and bring it back to compare."

[Hold on for OCD up! Co-written with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully had finished up her usual run a little early today, in order to pick up a few things at the store before heading back up to the Common Room. If she and Alexander were going to cook, it was only fair to not use up all the food in the refrigerator. Where to start, though? Something like pasta, or soup? Hmmmm.

It'd been a while since she'd done any cooking for fun. She turned the TV to Food Channel, surfing for ideas, then went back to consider her purchases.

And no. She didn't notice the hand waving at her from the top of the freezer. Yet.

[Scully is expecting [livejournal.com profile] daventryprince but the Common Room is definitely open.]
endsthegame: (worried arriving)
[personal profile] 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 ]]
life_inshadow: ([neu] restless)
[personal profile] life_inshadow
"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thatsamilkshake and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Unlike last week, there were no Twister boards in evidence, much to Karla's disappointment, at least. Instead, there were several dummies lying about, including on a table directly in front of them. Don't worry, there were still snacks. They were just on another table, off to one side.

"Sometimes," Karla said, when it looked like everyone had assembled, "people get hurt. It's a regrettable fact of life, but injuries and illnesses can happen, no matter how much care we take. During an invasion or something, that likelihood only increases. And, since this something that we have to keep in mind, it only makes sense that, in case of an emergency, we all know a little bit about taking care of our friends and allies."

"But you should also make certain if the person who is injured is not just being stubborn and really does require magical healing," Raven said. She wasn't grumbling. Much.

"Whether we have powers specifically geared towards magically Healing someone or not, there are a few very useful, non-magical methods we can all learn that might save someone's life. Even people with powers ought to know at least a few of these methods--the may come a time when the answer to 'should I use magic to Heal this?' is no. If that happens, you want to make sure you have other skills to rely on."

"Sometimes the school teaches them," Tara offered. "Dr. Pierce has been teaching first aid all summer -- I took it from him last term and, even though it made me nervous sometimes? It was a really good class."

Karla nodded her agreement, she was enjoying Dr. Pierce's class, too. "Today, we've asked Dana Scully to provide us with a demonstration for a few of these skills. When she's done, feel free to practice, ask questions, or offer other tips and tricks you know, so we can all be as prepared as possible."

[Written with the usual suspects, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow. Please hold on for OCD is up]
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[personal profile] notmyownage
So, it was official. They said it on the radio and everything. Fandom sucked, and was out to get her.

Okay, so they didn't say that bit. But they did confirm that the latest weirdness meant it was, like, the one time she could have gotten any of her family to actually visit the island. She figured it would have been nice if her parents showed, but she could forgive them. She barely even remembered them -- she'd been too young when they'd died. But to have Joshua not show up?

That was just . . . mean.

So she was up on the roof, staring vaguely over the edge, watching out for people wandering around with their dead loved ones and generally being grumpy. It was probably a really good thing she and Scully hadn't put a trebuchet up here, yet.

[ooc: Roof of emo is open, yo. My poor girl is working on an epiphany, but she's absolutely botherable.]
[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com
Katniss and Rue had, on the floor before them, a truly bizarre assortment of food: several different kinds of fruit, a couple loaves of bread, a box of Twinkies (she had to prove they were real), and as much candy as Katniss had been able to carry.

"Even I haven't been able to try all of these," Katniss admitted, tentatively pulling a Twizzler.

[open open open! Katniss will share her very moddable food. :D]
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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake
When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]
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Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD coming up and this post is open!]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby had nachos.

Lots of nachos.

More nachos than could possibly be eaten by one teenage boy, even a teenage boy with a ridiculous metabolism.

Which is why Bobby (and the nachos) were out in the common room with a Z-Cases rerun playing. The one about the zombie mutant killer mosquitoes.

[ooc: opennnn.]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully had been looking for a way to move trebuchet parts (or the whole trebuchet, once they started re-building it) up onto the roof if they needed to. And found a freight elevator that she hadn't realized was there in the dorms.

And now she was stuck in it. Yelling.

"HEY! ANYONE! CALL SECURITY! CALL THE JANITOR! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

[welcome to Meet Cute. Feel free to try to get her out. And/or get stuck in there with her.]

Gym, Monday Evening

Monday, July 5th, 2010 09:00 pm
[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
After she got out of apocalypse class, Quinn called Coach Sylvester to politely ask what the hell she had been thinking by shipping her off to crazytown.

The conversation brought a few things to light. Namely: That the cheer coach had not gotten the censored version of the brochure.

Namely: That she thought it would be good for Quinn to deal with vampires, time travel, and aliens, because, as she put it, "I need a tougher captain if we're going to get anywhere your senior year."

Namely: That she didn't care at all if Finn ended up dumping Quinn while she was off fighting tomatoes with teeth. Which was just unfair, as far as Quinn was concerned.

Quinn decided the best thing for her to do would be not to think about it, so she pulled on workout clothes and went exploring until she found the gym. She cranked the stereo loud and put herself through a full cheer choreography rehearsal. It was a little hard pulling off some of the flips without a spotter, but Quinn didn't particularly care at the moment.

[OOC: Open gym post, yo.]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Time to think without the distractions of even mildly ridiculous classes was not something Scully actually needed. Not after meeting with Mulder yesterday.

Time to shoot things, on the other hand, was always welcome.

Bang!

[open!]
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It shouldn't have been a surprise that Self-Defense class today was going to be pretty rough, and just to be clear, it wasn't a surprise. After a few hours, the ouch factor had definitely set in, and that called for ice packs and a whole lot of not moving.

That was Kennedy's opinion on the matter, and it happened to be Dru's as well, which meant there were two worn out, sore, and mostly inert girls occupying the common room, ice packs and all. Kennedy'd insisted on letting Dru have the couch, and was sprawled out on the floor instead, eyes half closed.

"You know? I'm really gonna miss that class."

It might have been arguable grounds for insanity.

[[[livejournal.com profile] svetocha_blooms modded with permission, and open common room be open, yo.]]
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[personal profile] notmyownage
Claudia was feeling weirdly restless after class, today. Pacing back and forth in her cabin restless. All she had lying around were, like, chemicals and books. She was so not in the mood to read anything, and you know, when you got down to it, those chemicals just kinda took up space and smelled funky. They were probably an affront to the island gods. She gathered it all up, books, jars of minerals, even her bunsen burner, lugged them outside, and dropped them in the trash, then went to burn off some excess energy.

Which would be why she was out dismantling the trebuchet.

With a sledge hammer.

[ooc: oh but she's gonna hate me for this in the morning. Open.]
notmyownage: (*is adventurous*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
The trebuchet was nearing completion. Soon it would be time for ammunition trials.

But, well, sometimes Claudia was impatient. Which would be why, despite having not yet perfected the counterweight system, she was loading the sucker up with some water balloons -- it'd taken some doing, but she'd finally managed to double up on the balloons so they'd have a chance of surviving the force of the fling and make it to their target.

Time to give this baby a test run.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The first balloon burst halfway up the arc of the fling, sending water all over the trebuchet and its operator. The second flung off backwards into a tree -- but at least the balloon survived.

This was way better than trying to figure this stuff out on paper.

[ooc: bleah, work. Open for distractination!]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully's progress at the gun range was going well; although she was feeling restless. Maybe it was time for a visit off-island? Just to see her mom? And play a prank on the Lone Gunmen?... and maybe check up on Mulder?

In the meantime, there was shooting. Which helped. And showing Claudia how to do so.

[for [livejournal.com profile] notmyownage, but open to all]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Time to get in more practice. Scully had checked out the practice weapons available in the gun range, but was sticking to her own sidearm for practice.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[open!]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Time to both catch-up, and experiment.

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

The construction in question was getting larger as she watched.

[for [livejournal.com profile] notmyownage, but open for bogglers - all Claudia's cool idea]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully had printed out a copy of her graduate thesis (Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation) today, and re-read it, keeping in mind everything she'd learned so far in her last three weeks here.

That would be why it's burning merrily in the little firepit outside her cabin, cover page first. As well as the page that read, Although common sense may rule out the possibility of time travel, the laws of quantum physics certainly do not. Nothing like wishing you'd never been right and wrong.

[ooooopen]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully had gotten back after class, taken some time to debate starting to pack, then grabbed a soda from the Common Room fridge and gone out on the deck to type on her Netbook. It was too nice a day to stay inside.

Apparently, the flowers around the deck agreed. "Do you believe in magic?"

"...what?"

"In a young girl's heart!" sang one of the peonies.

"How the music can free her, whenever it starts!" chimed in the tulips, swaying, leaves flapping and petals moving in time.

Scully stared. Then looked at her Coke. "...damnit, doped again."

[open, as decks with a chorus of flowers are]
[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com
Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]

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