[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
After Sookie had said goodbye to her grandmother, she was at a loss for what to do.

After a long moment's thought, she made her way back to the dorms, washed her face, and retrieved the product of what she and Gran had done early that day: three freshly-baked pies -- in apple, pecan, and strawberry -- from where she'd left them in her mini-fridge in her dorm room.

She took them out to the common room, curling up with the pecan one and thinking about the pie she'd rescued from Maxine Fortenberry, just like this one. To get her mind off of the day -- as best she could -- she turned on the television to provide at least some ambient noise. Not everyone on the island was sad. (Though, of course, she could tell that many were.)

[open for all your post-departure emo needs!]
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[personal profile] therewaslife
The clouds were easing the heat a bit and, without the sun hanging high in the sky, Bod figured that spending some time outside wouldn't give way to an inevitable sunburn. He thought about walking into town but eventually decided that that could wait till later.

Instead, he veered off and clambered onto the deck, sliding into one of the empty loungers and actually choosing to be lazy for once. Usually, laziness was a side effect of having nothing to do or trying to avoid something else but today, he just wanted to relax. He found himself caught up in the movements of the clouds, dark and opaque as they were. He wondered what the sky looked like behind them, if the peeks of blue would stay long and where those clouds would go after moving off.

It wasn't heavy contemplation but he was enthralled by it anyway.

[Deck is open. I like clouds.]
[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com
There was a lot of gyrating going on in the common room. It could almost be called dancing, but with Dandelion it would be more appropriate to call it "seizure-in-a-mosh-pit-of-one". The only inkling that it wasn't a seizure would be the fact that Dandelion is wearing headphones and seemed to be having a good time in general.

Either that or the smile on her face means she's enjoying having a seizure.

[Common Room of silent dancing is open.]
[identity profile] kissytheface.livejournal.com
Anyone walking near the Godzilla cabin could probably hear the ruckus. The ruckus in particular appears to be a certain girl with pink hair holding an impromptu concert for two squirrels who can only sit and stare at her. She is a frenzy of energy as she shouts and yells into the microphone as she rocks out on an out of tune guitar with a good deal of feedback coming from the speakers.

"I'M NOT SAYIN' I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU!
I'M NOT SAYING I'M RUBBER NOR DID I IN ANY WAY SUGGEST YOU ARE GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!"


Dandelion Naizen finished the song with what could almost be called a power chord and threw her hands in the air forming the fists of rock.

"THANK YOU FANDOM!"

She waited until she realized there was no applause coming from the squirrels and scowled at them.

"You f%#$ers have no soul. CLEARLY YOU ARE INSINUATING I AM SOME SORT OF VIKING!"

The two squirrels looked at each other. Clearly there was no insinuation.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! CLEARLY YOU ARE OF NORDIC DESCENT! I'll have you know the secret government agency I work for has cleared me to use DEADLY FORCE!"

The squirrels put down their notepads and backed away. This might get ugly.

[Open, yes]
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[personal profile] life_inshadow
In theory, Tara knew everyone who came to a Reserves meeting was her friend. That theory wasn't helping her case of the jitters about leading the meeting as much as she'd like. She couldn't look at the group as a whole, or at Kennedy, or at Karla, Raven and Emmett; she was sure she'd completely lose the ability to speak if she did. She settled for glancing between her notecards and a neutral point on the ground a few feet from the altar she stood beside as she spoke, talking slowly and softly so as to minimize the chance she would stutter.

Stuttering should have been the least of her worries. )

[OOC: Up early to maximize time for invisibility! Subthread for post-spell support and recovery here. Edit: Invisible people are free to move around the island, and will return to visibility when the spell breaks no matter where they are.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla had been here a year, she knew the drill by now. Summer meant cabins, cabins meant campfires, campfires meant s'mores. It was the natural Way of the Universe, or something.

And since Karla was determined to kick her lingering bad mood, she was sitting outside Alligator cabin, campfire blazing, and plenty of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for sharing.

[Open to everyone, cabinmates and visitors alike! Now even in the right Comm!]
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]
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[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Hey, guys," said Zack once people seemed more or less assembled for today's reserves meeting. "Since we're working on getting involved in some more in-depth exercises in the future, I thought that maybe keeping it simple today would be for the best. You more or less know one another by now, I think, but do you know how the other people here in the group work?" He grinned a bit, and then shrugged. "Unarmed sparring. Grab a partner and go at it. Don't do anything to seriously hurt your partner, though. I want to see you going for grabs and holds and light contact, but not force. We want our crew in one piece, here. And if someone does get hurt, come see me. I have potions, or else I can help haul your butt to the clinic."

The look that he was wearing was one of those very serious looks that suggested that he would be very displeased if it came down to hauling anyone's butt to the clinic, okay. And considering the bouncy puppy that he was a semester ago, it probably seemed all the more severe if you happened to know Zack.

"Before we get started, I want to announce the other two leaders who will be stepping up to help me lead the group. Jak and Kennedy both have some excellent ideas about further training exercises, and they've both agreed to take leadership roles here, and so if you see them be sure to give them a pat on the back, or at least a little respect, okay?"

Whatever your idea of respect was.

[Open!]
[identity profile] abitlegless.livejournal.com
It was quiet on the roof this morning. The plants waved gently in the breeze and all was peaceful.

Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.

They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.

Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.

Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."

[OOC: Open wheeee!]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. To keep talking )

[Please wait for OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]

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