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lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn so didn't feel like herself. She'd had a bowl of cereal--rice krispies, for those who were being nosy--with milk and bananas for breakfast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry) with chips on the side, sigh with milk and an apple for lunch, and chicken fried rice from Ching Tai for dinner.

God, she was bored. Still, a deal was a deal. To that end, she had a jar of chocolate syrup and was prepared to upend it over her head.

John was a dead man if she got mosquito-bitten.

And down the chocolate went on her hair. God, it felt smooshy.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After hearing the radio broadcast the night before, Dean had headed over to the seniors cabin and had found Meg the barbie doll just as the radio had said. And unlike his own stint as a doll, she didn't seem capable of independent movement so he felt it behooved him to keep her safe when she couldn't do it herself.

And since it seemed somehow rude to leave her alone in his alcove which explained why he was out here sitting by the fire with various campfire junkfood on one side and Meg the barbie doll sitting on the log beside him on the other.

"So," he said as it fell on him to carry the conversation since she couldn't talk. "Fandom sure is weird isn't it?"

[ooc: open as campfires are.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was trying very hard not to resent the cabins for taking away two weeks of her last few weeks living with Sam, but it wasn't working as well as she wanted it to. To distract herself (and because she had to do it if she expected to sleep anyway), Dawn was outside the cabin, drawing protective sigils on the outside of the window sills near her bunk.

Salting the inside would be next.

[ooc: Open to cabinmates, anyone who's wondering what she's up to, wants to help, or wants her to stop.]

likethegun

Ever since the whole wardrobe-turning-to-pirate-clothes thing, Sam had been a little nervous and careful every time he opened his closet. So, when he'd gone to get dressed in the morning and found his closet full of oranges, he was able to back away quickly enough to keep from getting pummeled too badly.

Not wanting to put good fruit to waste, and certainly not wanting it all to stay in the room, Sam headed out to the deck after his first period class with Scout, a book, and a basket of the oranges. He set the basket beside himself as he sat down and started reading, and kept an eye on Scout as he took advantage of the new location and stretched out in a warm, sunny spot.

[Open!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very ~~sticky~~ tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

So, she'd made dinner three nights in a row, cleaned Rodney's room yesterday, and today she was doing laundry. Which she had to admit she'd never really done before. And certainly never with these machines.

It probably would have been far easier to figure out if Rodney hadn't decided to come along and eat the chicken and stuffing casserole she'd made while 'supervising' the laundry process.

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg had to admit that she had been a little anti-social since the new kids showed up. She decided to make up for it by baking something. She ended up making three batches of peanut butter brownies, two more than she intended on making. Somehow she always got carried away.

She sat back on the couch with her own personal plate of brownies and turned on the TV. There had to be something good on.

[Oooopen]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John met Dawn in the bathroom as discussed where he'd already set up the bleach and green kool-aid along with his step-stool right by the sinks.

Uncapping the bleach, John winced at the aroma.

"Okay, so we probably should've gotten drunk for this to make it really fair, but we can work around that."

[Open for that girl and whoever else belongs there.]

Current Mood: rushed

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was attempting to relax on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a gangster movie. She was having a little trouble thanks to Sparkles. One second the little robot was sitting on the couch next to Meg, the next he was flailing around with weetiny albino monkeys on his back. Meg thought the monkeys just wanted to play. Sparkles thought they were trying to kill him.

"Quit your whining. They're not going to hurt you," Meg said to the wee!Transformer. "Now, shush, I'm trying to enjoy young Al Pacino."

[Open, yes]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had lit the fire and was sitting near it, attention on the genet.

The spotted critter was crouched low, intent on ending in some brutal, vicious, and messy way the life of the gummy worm that was its prey.

It stalked forward a step, stopped, stalked forward, stopped, paused, butt in the air and tail wiggling, then pounced, wrestling the chewy worm into submission.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is seriously open]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

C1. That was easy enough to remember.

It had taken her two trips to move her things down to the cabins, largely because she couldn't narrow down what books she wanted to bring any further, and of course she was sure she'd soon discover things she'd forgotten. But for now she was enjoying her favorite part of living in the cabins.

The campfire.

She just wished she'd remembered to get some marshmallows.

[Open!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent the day in his room going through the books and other religious objects that Karal had left with him for safe keeping while he was off saving his world.

Evening had found him hungry and little stircrazy, so he grabbed the book of tales of Vkandis that he'd been reading and headed down to the common room to make himself a sandwich or two and to just be in a different space for a while.

[ooc: open as cr's are]

sith_happened

As Anakin had mentioned in the ~~handwavy~~ email he had sent to students' email accounts, sometimes unplanned children couldn't be blamed on a portal or Fandom weirdness.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of ~~beyond thorough~~ pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. Artoo had been given free rein to find as many ~~horrifying~~ educational videos on the subject. He was rocking back and forth in giddy anticipation of ~~scarring~~ educating the local population.

Anakin had slapped on a sign on the door welcoming people to the seminar:

I AM TOO HOT TO BE A GREAT-GRANDFATHER

And other reasons why children should remain hypothetical for a long, LONG time

(Skywalker presence mandatory)

This should go well. Really.

sith_happened

After a few minutes of tinkering--fixing things took a little longer when you had a three-year-old helper--Anakin stepped back from the flight simulator with a small smile. Two identical podracer simulators were now set up.

"There," he said to the little girl. "Now you can podrace."

He'd left the door to the flight shed open. Last night's radio--and more than a few unfamiliar new Force signatures running around--let Anakin know there were more than a few little people on the island who might enjoy logging in some fake flying time.

[OOC: Open! Please wait for some wee ocd]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn cuddled deeper into the couch she was on, dreaming and content in the knowledge that she'd been a good watcher and helped Mel with her sacred duty. On the floor was a pile of papers with drawings and scribbles and some basic words, showing how impressive the fighting had been. So impressive, in fact, that she'd fallen asleep right where she'd been when she finished helping Mel.

Mel had fallen asleep there, too, and was curled around her plastic squeaky scythe and sucking her thumb, hopefully happy in the knowledge that all vampire dust bunnies were no more, and that she had made Fandom safe for the night.

Between them, there was an empty pickle jar, full of nothing but slighty green-tinged pickle brine.

[ooc: Open as lobbies are. Weetiny slayer modded with permission. No pickles were harmed in the making of this post.]

Current Mood: sleepy

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal and Trenor had been all over the island, and now they were back where they'd started. Karal was laughing as they cantered across the grass and jumped a tipped over garbage bin.

He'd got to spend all day riding, and there were exciting places to explore and there was no one to get him in trouble for anything. This was just the best day ever.

The tilt of Trenor's ears indicated he wasn't so sure about that, but he was bearing it, and Karal, with good humour.

[ooc: open, and pony rides are totally available.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.

So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.

"DIE!"

*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*

[open]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

At some point, a table was set up in the front lobby, complete with many pussy willows and small dixie cups full of water. There were plenty for everyone, and the cups were obviously refillable.

A neatly lettered sign was taped to the table. It said "Happy Dyngus Day!" and told people to go swat and splash people with impunity.

[ooc: Go forth and flirt! Remember, light taps and small splashes, and not without the other player's consent, but this can happen anywhere, not just in this post.]

Current Mood: mischievous

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn hadn't found Sam yet. She'd ~~handwavily~~ looked all through the dorms and called his phone, but hadn't gotten an answer. After hearing Zoe's announcement, she'd been afraid to go outside, so she was here, in the gym, trying to tire Scout out with a very long game of fetch in lieu of his nightly walk. She'd left a note on her door for anyone who might come looking for her.

Unfortunately, it wasn't helping her take her mind off of Sam, or the other disappearances that she was desperately hoping weren't related to his absence from Driver's Ed.

[ooc: Open for one in particular, but it's the gym.]

Current Mood: anxious

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

"One, two, and three, four, and five, six," Dawn was practicing the sword form she'd learned on Monday extremely hard, wanting to get things perfect before her next lesson with Professor Skywalker--both to show him she could do it and to actually get it right.

However, she was too much her sister's sister to not practice to music. It made the counting easier, plus it got her used to working with background noise.

At least that was the theory.

[ooc: Open!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

After spending most of the night in a Jedi healing trance, Luke didn't look like he'd had a wall dropped on him the night before.

But he was very, very tired of his room. And he was hungry.

So over Artoo's protests, he was in the common room attempting to make breakfast.

Since he wasn't making cereal, it wasn't going very well.

Current Mood: groggy

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Strange sleep and stranger dreams drove him from Andrew's bed earlier than he would have liked.

Any other morning, he would have settled in, awake as it was after dawn but still warm in the tangle of cloth and limbs and pillows of their cozy night-time nest. The whole of the experience had been brilliantly, beautifully novel and in some ways, he'd never slept more soundly. But visions of burning edifices atop shifting dunes, strange murky depths filled with noxious slimes...

His head was obviously in need of clearing and while he unfortunately had no chores that could do the job, he did have practice he should be doing; after all, his session with Ino would be tomorrow and he'd want to show her he'd made the effort to cement Wednesday's lessons by then.

As such, he was in the gym, stretching for the moment as he attempted to rid himself of a strange piece of music that refused to leave his mind. Because, really, why would someone sing about an 'annoying tongue' anyway?

[really most sincerely... open]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had had a busy day. He'd blown off football to go to the garage, the salle, and to call Jaina's comm a half dozen times. He'd seen and heard no sign of her.

Sitting in his room was no longer an option as he had gotten quite a headache from banging his head on the wall. Or was it a result of the tequila?

There he was, sitting next to a pile of clean clothes, staring at the spinning contents of the dryer - the sheets that he'd suddenly found so offensive as to prompt him to wash them three times.

[I have no idea, really. Open for others who need clean clothes?]

Current Mood: stressed

saltandammo.livejournal.com

There was no way Dean wasn't going to take advantage of the snow and it didn't take much harassing to get Sammy to join him outside.

"So what should we do?" he asked. "Snow fort? Anatomically correct snow people?"

[ooc: for

psychic_wonder but open as well. just be warned that two Winchester brothers and snow tends to end in cuthroat snowball fighting ;)]

takingthedayoff.livejournal.com

It was Saturday. What was the point of sleeping on a Saturday night when that's what you could use Sunday for? It wasn't like they had classes until Monday. That was Ferris' reasoning for being up unreasonably late, dressed in his bathrobe, and in the 3rd floor common room. The TV wasn't on in case the people next door wanted to sleep. Besides, he was busy turning the room into one giant blanket and pillow fort. This activity was much quieter and still managed to fulfil his need for controlled chaos.

Plus, sometimes Ferris was a big kid.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent most of the last couple of days tracking down and getting things together for one of Sammy's presents and by now was a little sick of the inside of his room.

So he made a quick early morning trip into town for supplies and then set himself up in the Common Room. Currently he was cooking up breakfast, but he also had all the makings for some fudge and other candy recipes he'd found that he wanted to try. It was more ambitious than his usual cooking efforts, but, dude! Fudge!

He'd brought Hunter down with him as well, thinking that the cat had to be getting as sick of The Place as he was and Hunter was now happily stalking a small paper ball near the couch.

Current Mood: Fudge!

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was staring at the television in bemusement. He'd thought it was baseball, at first, but it hadn't taken long to work out it wasn't.

He still didn't know what it was, beyond a fat man and a thin man who he was sure were seconds away from coming to blows.

"If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?"

"No. Who's playing first."

"What's on first?"

"What's on second."

"I don't know."

"He's on third."

Altra was snickering from his spot on the back of the couch. Karal just kept staring.

[ooc: open of course!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen making up some grilled cheese sandwiches and mac and cheese. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the no death threatening events or weirdness and camp out in front of the tv and see if there was a bad movie he could watch and heckle. With food of course.

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

No, Dawn wasn't going home for Thanksgiving, and no, she didn't really want to discuss it. What she was doing instead involved a number of recipes she'd pulled off the internet, a bunch of ingredients that might or might not match the recipes by the time she was done with them, and a mess she was going to have to clean off the counters and floor once she was finished.

Pumpkin chocolate chip oreo cheesecake, anyone?

[ooc: Open! Dawn's got the stuff for side dishes and desserts for Thanksgiving. Go as traditional or weird as you want.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Armed with a bottle of water and a towel, John had headed down to the gym for his daily workout. Just because he was on vacation didn't mean he could afford to slack off. Besides, he knew it would be a while before Rodney got himself together after their trip and maybe he'd see some old friends.

Like his room, the gym was just as he remembered it. As he ran laps, John wondered if the students here still had a flag football club.

[ooc: No official practice, yet again. Also, no new pretty, but now he looks just like his icons, omg how is JF 40?]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was trying to remember the workout routines Kennedy had drilled into the slayers and was eventually working at three-quarters speed, complete with practice stake as she got her muscles back into the habit.

Next would come some time on the treadmill. Running away should always be an available option.

[ooc: Open, as gyms are.]

Current Mood: busy

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Amnesia or no amnesia, a guy has to eat, so ~~Dean~~Alec ventured out of his room in search of breakfast.

The common room at the end of the hall had a kitchen in it and the kitchen had a fridge and many cupboards, which he correctly guessed held food. Could he cook? He didn't know, but he was hungry enough to give it a try.

He made note of where the fire extinguisher was in case he turned out to be dangerously bad at this cooking thing and dropped some bacon into a frying pan.

[open!]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

There was a very large Mexican who didn't know who he was trying his best to disappear behind the side of the couch opposite the door, despite the fact that it didn't seem to be working very well.

It might have been best not to ask, but it had a lot to do with the fact that, when he woke up not too long ago, he had woken up to a thing with no hair and great big bulging eyes trying to eat his face.

In the cat's defense, Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun (pause) the Third was merely trying to give Chad the usual morning-afternoon greeting, but he didn't seem too bothered when Chad didn't react the usual way, curling up on the bed and going back to sleep as Chad shouted stuff and left for his new, current hiding spot.

And he was determined that no weird naked creature thing was eating his face.

He kept peeking out from behind the couch that wasn't really hiding him at all to begin with, just to make sure it hadn't been following.

[[ oh, geez. SO open.... ]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd ~~handwavily~~ put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. ~~Please wait for~~ Minimal OCD is up!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was ensconced on the couch with a soda, popcorn and a package of M&M's. He also had the tv remote and was flipping through the channels inbetween mouthfuls of junkfood.

It was Saturday night, there had to be some bad movies on somewhere.

Current Mood: bored

cantjossme.livejournal.com

For once Mel actually skipped patrolling and just went straight for the junkfood binge and decided to have it right in the common room where she could watch cheezy science fiction movies.

[open]

isourking.livejournal.com

After putting off homework as long as possible, Ron figured he could push it even further by investigating the common room and trying to figure out this Tee-Vee thing he'd heard about.

After finding the remote and smashing several buttons, Ron managed to turn on the TV to find two sportscasters on.

"Hi. I'm Casey McCall and this is Dan Rydell. Welcome to Sports Night."

Ron blinked at the Tee-Vee. "Well, it's nice to meet you Dan and Casey. I'm Ron."

"Tonight on Sports Night we're going to take a look back at the US Open."

"Would you mind giving an update on England's Quidditch teams?" Ron asked politely. "I don't get the Daily Prophet here and-"

"And then later we'll go over the scores from today's college football games," the Tee-Vee continued.

"Could you at least give me the standing for the Chudley Cannons?" Ron begged.

"But first a word from our sponsor."

"Bloody hell, can't you hear me?"

[open]

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

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

It was slowly ticking towards curfew but it wasn't bothering Luke overly much. He'd discovered a marathon of old Galaxy Quest episodes and was entirely too caught up in laughing until he cried at the terrible dialogue and sound effects.

He'd made popcorn--without burning it!--and even though he'd then dumped a bag of M&Ms into it, he was up for sharing.

Man On The Moon - R.E.M.

Current Mood: blank

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Still in the wolf form that Umbridge had turned him into, Dean was stretched out on the couch, chin resting on the armrest, tv remote in his mouth. With careful experimenting, he'd figured out how to turn on the tv and change the channel by biting down gently on the buttons.

He was currently watching an old werewolf movie; it had seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

[ooc: Yep, Dean's a wolf. Open like an open thing.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After two crazy weekends, John was itching to get back to flag football practice. Encouraging new students to stop by and join in, he'd ~~handwavily~~ placed colorful signs in the dorms announcing practice times and open sign-up.

Considering the events of the game three weeks ago, John decided he would emphasize the flag part of flag football this practice. Meaning players would practice chasing each other down and stealing their flags - without tackling.

He readied the gym with the necessary equipment and set out the sign in sheet.

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

It would probably be better, all things considered, if Jeff never ever talked to Jack ever again.

As it was, he was standing (well, hanging over the back of the couch) in the common room, watching television, wearing shorts and a naked cat (on his shoulder, not anywhere dirty), and not really much else.

He was watching nature documentaries again. He may have been explaining a few mildly obscene things to Prince Oscar Pedro in the process.

[ Open. Chad's cat modded with permission. I'll be around for the next hour, should anyone actually be up, then pick up any potential dangly pings when I get home, which will probably be right about when everybody gets up ]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has a bag packed and a strange looking apple looking thing in her hand. She had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an e-mail and told a few friends that she was going to be heading home.

She also said this would be where she would be before she left just in case they wanted to see her off.

[ooc: Mostly for those who know who they are. Otherwise open. ~~Minor OCD coming up~~ OCD up! SP declared due to timezones, HP and Comic Con.]

the_merriest

Rikku was chilling out in the third floor common room, in her PJs and with some of her birthday gifts in tow.

Hey, Hamlet had gotten her a candy basket, that meant he wanted her to have it, right? And some Lucas guy had brought her a whole case of some neat-tasting stuff to wash it down with.

She couldn't think of a better way to zap out her emo than to get hopped up on candy and whatever this Jolt stuff was and watch some movies.

(VERY OPEN. Come have candy and jolt and embrace the insanity.)

Current Mood: bouncy

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had left his room, wondering if a change of venue would silence the music, which not so much.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

He flopped down on the sofa and grabbed the tv remote, wondering if he could find something to drown it out. It was a good song and all, but there was only so many times through he could listen to it.

[ooc: open]

Current Mood: irritated

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

"Okay," Dawn said, looking at the counter. On it were several mixing bowls, eggs, flour, baking powder and soda, sugar, brown sugar, and many, many different kinds of things to get mixed into the cookies. She set the cookie sheets aside and tried to decide if she should cook the bacon while she waited for River.

"I think that's everything. Oh, wait! I forgot the blueberries. And the pepper!"

She went to get them out of the fridge and cupboard, respectively.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to help or taste test!]

Current Mood: cheerful

peter--parker.livejournal.com

He had been back in town for a couple days and watched his girlfriend leave. This meant one thing: Saturday night vegging in front of the TV with enough popcorn for anyone who might stop by.

Tonight he was watching the Discovery Channel, the big nerd.

[OOC: Open, of course.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was extra bouncy today since it was the last practice she'd be to for a while. She made everything ready, and then when everyone had arrived, she clapped her hands. "Hey guys! I thought I'd let you know that I've given a suggestion for a cheer camp list... thing... paper to the office, and I'm hoping for a positive reply! I'm going home - well, to my mom - next week, so this'll be my last practice until fall semester." She glanced over at Alec and then Aly and grinned. "I'm sure Alec and Coach Aly will take good care of you all."

She clapped her hands again. "Okay, have a great practice everyone!"

ooc: I blame the Doctor and the Master for this being up so late. Sorry!
~~Wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up!

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was making herself dinner. Or, really, she was gathering dinner, since at this exact moment, it seemed to consist of potato chips, jelly beans, peanut butter, and some carrot sticks.

For the nutrition, of course.

Anyone who wanted to make something real would probably be very welcome.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

Current Mood: hungry

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Everyone seemed to have gone on the camping trip, so John thought he'd have his own camp out in the common room. There was no tent, but there was food and a television showing the series finale of Wormhole X-Treme. He told himself this was far better than actual camping, especially after the crazy Fun Run.

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