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cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic.

Bel had bequeathed the garden with its spiky plants to him a year ago, but he was going to have to find someone to take care of it for him, soon; he only had a few weeks left here, after all.

. . . wow. That was a sobering thought, but it made him grin a little bit, too -- not at the prospect of leaving, just at the thought that it had been three really damn good years, in the long run.

His horticultural efforts done with, Anders sat down on the edge of the roof, lit up a cigarette, and just enjoyed the view.

[OOC: Open as roofs are -- I'm home sick today, so I'm around but unexpected SP may ensue if I randomly fall asleep.]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Sora was making popsicles. Why? ~~Because he had a mouth fetish to give into~~ Because he just had a craving for them. Filling up the various popsicle holders with juice and stuff that he'd gotten at the store, Sora had covered almost the entire counter.

Now to freeze them.

He glanced at the freezer and then at the popsicles. It seemed just too long to wait.

Sora grinned and pointed at the kitchenette. "DEEP FREEZE!" Instant popsicles, just ignore the icicles hanging from the cabinets.

He grabbed a popsicle and left the other's there for whoever would want one as he plopped himself down in front of the TV.

gobrookeyourself

Brooke got to the gym early to set up for practice, putting out healthy snacks and mats and maybe bouncing a little. The creepy statues were all done with their... creepiness, the missing cheerleaders should be back, and there had so far been an entire day without weird. What was there not to be bouncy about?

[And OCD is up!]

Current Mood: bouncy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Savannah's letter from the past, and his conversation with her earlier today, had convinced Anders that there was something he had to do tonight that he hadn't done in a long, long time. And he was really past due for doing it.

So yes, that's right, he was in the common room with mixing bowls, baking tins, and a whole lot of boxes of cake batter, tubs of icing, and jars of sprinkles. The first batch was out of the oven, one trayful cooling down enough to be frosted and the other already set out for more impatient people (like himself) to enjoy.

Yup. It was cupcake time.

[OOC: You know how common rooms are open? That's what this is.]

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

There was a Crisis going on around the school. Involving angels and statues and people disappearing.

But this was Demyx not hiding. Sortof. Instead of hiding in his room, he was hiding in the common room. Where he wasn't really hiding because there could totally be other people around there, right? Mostly, he didn't want to be completely alone right now. That gave too much of a creepy feeling of "last person alive".

Which was really much too creepy for the Nobody to be comfortable with.

So there was a pot of tea on the stove, and Demyx was curled up in a chair with the tv on, flipping channels like a professional channel surfer.

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette rolled out the mats, pulled out the bleachers, and hung up a poster she worked on last night that welcomed the newest Gremlin Cheerleaders: Brooke, Naomi, Doom, and the new Gremlin Mascot Robin the frog.

After turning on some music that was always fun to practice to, she set out all kinds of ~~moddable snacks~~. Healthy snacks from fruit to granola bars and lots of water, flavored too.

The sign-up sheet was out and Annette grabbed her mat and began doing some stretches while she waited for the other cheerleaders to show up.

[ooc: OCD is up!]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

Loud, sad squeals could be heard from the 5th floor common room. The human had left him all by himself in the room, and he finished all the food just hours after she left. Berthold had then suffered severe stomach pains for a few days, but now he was starving. There were tentacles wiggling desperately under a blanket that definitely needed washing.

[Open!]

mrodneymckay.livejournal.com

Rodney figured the one good thing about the big Valentine's Dance was that he'd at least have the Common Room to himself all evening. He made a pot of coffee before settling himself length-wise across the couch. Once he was comfortable, and he was sure his coffee mug was within easy reach, he opened his book and started reading.

Periodically, Rodney could be heard muttering things along the lines of 'physics for dummies' as he read.

[CR is open like Rodney's social calendar.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah headed down to the gym to set everything up for today's practice. She was bouncing around to the music she had turned on as she rolled out the mats and pulled out the bleachers for the watchers that usually showed up to practices.

She put out the sign-in sheet and grabbed some water and then started doing some stretches while she waited for everyone else to show up.

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

It was cloudy, and it was cold, but Demyx was in a good mood. He let his sitar vanish into nothing, and ran-skipped over to the edge of the roof instead. "Man, this place is seriously the best," he said to nobody, looking down over the railing at the school grounds.

At this moment, he didn't know how anything could be better than it was. He wasn't even thinking about Fandom wacky.

(for a couple someones in particular, but the roof is open, as it is a rooooooof~)

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky had slept badly. Sometime around midnight he'd woken up with the most horrible, uncomfortable, bloaty and crampy feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what he could have eaten that made him so uncomfortable, and swallowing a few antacids didn't seem to help matters. He'd finally fallen into a very uneasy sleep a few hours later, only to rise at his usual early time feeling... not like himself. He was downright depressed, almost wanting to cry, for no real reason. Sky NEVER wanted to cry. His worries about Dru, which had begun to ease yesterday, had returned and smacked him even worse, though he couldn't have said why.

Sky finally went out to the lobby and made a pitcher of hot tea, pouring himself a mug and leaving the rest out on the table with a card reading "Free tea to anyone who wants, from Sky in 407" in neat handwriting attached. He then curled up miserably on the couch, armed with a stack of borrowed comic books, his tea, and a bowl of popcorn. He flicked through the TV channels, settling on a news channel for background noise, and began to read. He wondered vaguely if this was anxiety, or... something else.

[Open, as a common area is. Poor PMSy Sky.]

Current Mood: bitchy

halfshell-hero.livejournal.com

The problem with being a turtle who owned a giant mascot head and also made a living with it was that every now and again, one had to practice. Rehearsal, really.

The problem with having a giant mascot head to rehearse in was that there was hardly enough room in a dorm room to do so.

So, this evening, Mikey had taken it upon himself infiltrate the common room in true ninja manner in order to lay out several different kinds of pizza, including a few of his personal favorites (the ravioli and caramel came highly recommended), in case anyone wanted to have some sort of munchies while observing him prancing about. The show promised to be good. Where else could one witness a large turtle, dressed as a turtle, making up impromptu party songs and waving about a set of large, foamy nunchucks?

('Tis a common room! 'Tis commonly open!)

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had nobody coming to see him this weekend. Therefore, he was not out and about, celebrating the finer points of family and proudly showing off the campus and explaining classes and avoiding awkward explanations about how the world worked.

But that didn't mean he wanted to be cooped up in his room, being bitter about this point.

So, instead, he had invaded the second floor common room and had put a sign in the doorway.

Parents-less Party!
You don't have family on the island? That's no reason to be without! Grab the person nearest you and come on in, they're your parent for the day!

You know you want to. There's juggling. And popcorn. And Valentine has the TV turned to a Stuffed Domicile marathon for lack of anything better to put on.

He hadn't grabbed a parent for himself or anything. But Very Important Men had to be at least a little choosy.

(Open, as common rooms tend to be-- parents or not. Come on in and celebrate freedom from the 'rents, or rebel because you are bitter about parents, or even show up if your parents do happen to be about!)

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

bookyeve.livejournal.com

After visiting the big picnic, and picking out most of the new people by sight, Evie retired back to the dorms and settled into the lobby couch to people-watch. With a book. Or possibly, five.

[open!]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

It wasn't long before practice was to start when Molly got to the gym. She, therefore, wasted no time in getting everything set up for the day.

[[OOC: Threads are ready to go!]]

orewahikari.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Someone's distracted.

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

Current Mood: distracted

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

Rather than buying candles or another form of lighting, Demyx had just lit the campfire. You wouldn't think that a water-type would be any good with lighting fires, but he'd learned a few things from Axel. And Axel had really been the one to know such things.

He had his sitar with him, absently playing nonsensical notes while staring into the flames. There was something fascinating about fire. Such a destructive force, but it could be contained by things that were hard to burn.

There was a deep thought in there, somewhere.

((open, as campfires tend to be! cthulhu-ites and otherwise ^^))

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn had spent part of the afternoon lugging her stuff down to the cabin (stupid books and journals and laptops were heavy, darn it) and had set herself up in A3 ~~as long as no one else objected~~, not wanting to be by the bathroom but also realizing that Sam would probably want to set himself up between her and the door.

Silly boy.

So, she was now outside, armed with a can of Deep Woods Off that she sprayed at anything that looked like a mosquito and a journal, where she was trying to catch up on what had been going on lately. If she got the energy together, she might even build a fire, but for now she was eating raw s'mores--which was basically chocolate, graham crackers, and untoasted marshmallows.

[ooc: Open for all, but especially cabinmates!]

Current Mood: cheerful

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

Demyx had been up all night songwriting again. When he finally came out of the pseudo-trance of his music and glanced at the window, he was startled to see the sun up. Flailing a little, he had packed up his music paper and some clothes and ran off to the cabins.

He'd found the Cthulhu cabin without too much trouble, and claimed the B3 alcove for himself. And then promptly fell asleep for a while.

(open for cabinmates! feel free to wake him up! hopefully nobody minds I snagged this alcove? :x)

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had been running around all day fixing things for the totally not-prom, and she was getting a little tired, but she was still ready for cheer time, especially since she had had an idea for her Media final.

She arranged everything as usual, and then she went to get a pen and a paper. On the paper she wrote: Sign here if you think that the cheerleaders should throw a cheer assembly on the 27th!

Then she waited for people to arrive so she could boss them around.

ooc: ~~wait for ocd!~~ OCD is up!
ETA: go gremlins post in case you missed it.

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

There was pizza.

Lots and lots of different kinds of pizza.

Demyx had gone a little crazy on the ordering, thus he had the different types of pizzas all laid out around the common room for other to partake of. Mostly, he'd just wanted to try a little bit of everything, but the kid on the phone had said they couldn't do a large pizza with 17 toppings. But they could do 17 pizzas with up to three toppings each.

After a little math, Demyx had decided he was getting the better end of the deal. And there was pizza for everyone!

((open, as common rooms are! feel free to mod pizza flavors - NOTHING is too weird))

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

It had been said that Samantha Carter was a genius. One of the best minds of her generation.

Which may have been completely negated by the fact that she was outside in a pair of running leggings and a sweatshirt, her arms extended and head tipped back as she let the rain pour over and around her. She'd been taught to come in out of the rain, of course, but she just didn't care. The cold rain felt cleansing, and after digging up memories earlier while talking to Anakin, she needed that.

[ooc: Post is open to anyone who wants to play rain tag, jump in puddles, take a shower, start a mud fight, try to drag Sam inside, or catch pneumonia.]

Current Mood: soggy

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had been a chicken the other day in class. Really, that didn't bother him terribly.
He had lost his pants to his roomie's door. That was mildly disturbing, but he had done well enough wearing a bedsheet the past few days, so he would get over it.
He had a bruise forming on his shin from a well-delivered kick from what he had figured to be a panty-raid victim seeking vengeance. Again, disturbing, but he'd cope.
Sadly, what bothered Valentine the most about the past couple of days was that he had glued his hands together in Science! class in a fit of sheer brilliance. This had hindered his ability to do a great deal of things; to juggle, to prepare food, to flip mindlessly through the channels on the common room television.
The issue of the moment was that he was unable to open his dorm room door, and had been unable to do so since Thursday.
So, tonight, rather than going door to door and asking for assistance, Valentine had swallowed his pride, flicked on the television with his toe, and had fallen asleep on the couch with reruns of Criminal Forensic Detectives blaring in the background and with his hands still firmly clasped together.
Not his wisest decision, but it beat trying to plead for his roomie to let him in.

[ooc: ~~Wake him up, draw on his face, laugh at the bedsheet- go nuts. He's practically asking for it anyhow.~~ I appear to have run to bed! You're going to have to wait for me to wake up again if you want interaction now, mwaha.]

Current Mood: sleepy

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly went down to the gym early again and got everything set up for cheer practice.

She spent some time practicing her punches while she waited for the others to show up.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready to go!]]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was ready and waiting for the cheerleaders today. She was smiling and bouncing a weetiny bit. "Hi all! I thought we'd practice lifts today, so everyone team up and try this."

She waved for Alec to join her. He obediently did so. He lifted her up until she could spread her legs around his waist, then lifted her over his right hip, then his left. He finished by throwing her across his shoulders, letting her slide down in front of him again. She beamed at him.

"Thank you Alec. Everyone get that? Great!"

ooc: wait for it. The move Buffy and Alec showed looks more like a Swing dance move than anything else. Or something figure skating couples would do.

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Oh, look, there was a common room, with a shirtless, leather skirt wearing Seely in it.

Who was there for no reason whatsoever.

Really.

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Sometime early Saturday morning, a hastily-assembled quilt was hung in the lobby.

A quilt made of sewn-together (and stapled, and duct-taped) women's underthings.

No sign of any slippers, stuffed dogs or other objects.

Current Mood: artistic

notthehulk.livejournal.com

The common room was decked out in Christmas lights and white streamers, all up very high thanks to Chad's help. In honor of the theme, there were torn out pages from mens' magazines decorating the walls of the room. And more than a few of shirtless men as a nod to those of the female or gay alien persuasion.

A sign hung over the entrance because the theme was important.

Not allowed in unless you're showing at least 50% of your skin

And yes, there were pies of almost every flavour imaginable, especially considering how quickly random objects in the room turned into pie.

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up, have at it!]]

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

Shinn had fled his room that morning, after waking up naked in bed with a stranger. But it took him a while to actually find the gym; it seemed like maybe they'd moved it since the last time he'd been there.

When he got there, the Gundam pilot went straight to the weight machines. Working out always helped him to settle down and think. Later, maybe, he'd go find a quiet, dark corner. Like maybe the roof.

For now, working out was good.

((open, as gyms are! feel free to use the gym or talk to the emo boy!))

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Not having any classes today, Molly arrived early for cheer practice and got the mats and everything else ready so that they could start as soon as everyone got there.

She knew that they were probably going to spend some time finalizing their choices from the try-outs on Sunday, but she didn't think that would take up the whole practice time.

[[OOC: OCD ~~inbound~~ is ready to go! Audience thread available for ~~gawkers~~ fans.]]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

The gym was set up as it had been for other try-outs. The current cheerleaders were sitting behind desks, pen and paper ready to make judging marks. In front of them were an open space, with a pile of mats to one side in case someone was feeling uncertain of their abilities. There was ample space on the bleachers for an audience to support and/or mock the people trying out.

They would need at least three cheerleaders to replace those graduating this spring.

(ooc: Posted early so people working Sundays (!!!) can get a chance to play too! ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Come try out! Show your school spirit!)

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy bounced into the gym, looking extremely cheerful and ready to start the practices for the new year. "Hello everyone! I have great news!" She waved an envelope at them. "We're going to our first competition on the 24th of February! Isn't that fantastic? Of course, this means we must train very hard and diligently until then."

Judging from Buffy's expression, this was a good thing.

"Also, on Sunday we have a new try-out session - which I hope you know - so I hope as many of us as possible can be there, and remember to ~~bully badger threaten coerce convince~~ tell all your friends!"

Buffy smiled brightly again and turned on the CD player. Oh Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind, Hey Mickey!

She raised her voice. "Today we're going to try something really exciting! Pyramids! Small, light people at the top, strong types at the bottom. It really important that everyone's paying attention and, um, try not to fall down." She chewed her lip a little worriedly, before smiling again and clapping her hands. "Let's get to it!"

ooc:
Posting Schedule
~~Wait for~~ OCD of doom is up and there is also an audience thread!
YouTube: Hey Mickey in case you've forgotten how it goes!

strahl-pirate.livejournal.com

Perhaps he was feeling generous, perhaps he was feeling suicidal, but Balthier had ~~handwavy~~ purchased groceries to make omelettes for himself and anyone else who wanted some. There wasn't anything odd in them, at least not by this world's standards, so Balthier was fairly sure that no one would be grossed out.

He flipped on the television the standard evening news, just to have background noise, but he wasn't really watching it.

[Open for anyone of course, and there's free food if you ask nicely.]

swerval_zero

After realizing she hadn't taken her turn at feeding the voracious hordes recently, Zero made a trip down to Ching Tai and returned with prodigious amounts of Chinese takeout, which she set up in the common room. Then she helped herself to some ginger chicken and lounged around watching "Mighty Capin' Justice Magicians" on the TV. Her good deed for the day was done.

((Open to all, as common rooms usually are. :D))

strahl-pirate.livejournal.com

Stars didn't change no matter where you were, everywhere they still brought a sense of peace, and that was what Balthier needed at the moment. Even the briefest mention of his father earlier had set the pirate on edge.

He had grabbed his grocery bag of apples, as well as a water bottle and headed up to the roof for some peace and possible relaxtion stargazing.

Current Mood: cranky

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had wasted enough time getting himself acquainted to the lay of the land-- he hadn't had a decent meal since he arrived on the island and he still hadn't figured out how to get the food out of the mysterious food boxes that were placed here and there throughout the dorm building.

So he figured he'd fall back on the one thing that he could always count on to get him a meal, and he figured he'd do it in the second floor common room-- those places seemed busy enough, after all.

Armed with pocketfuls of glowy spheres, Valentine stood in the middle of the common room and he juggled like a juggling thing.

Any passers-by would be greeted by a hungry man in a mask and a floppy coat, throwing and catching shiny orange balls with real street-performer pizazz.

(OOC: Open to all who have common room needs- but I've had my fill and am now heading off to bed. And yes. I did just say pizazz.)

Current Mood: hungry

socksofcool.livejournal.com

After waking up with a massive hangover and listening to the podcast of his radio broadcast from last night, Seely realised there was only one thing to do to prevent a swift and painful demise.

Convince everyone he was completely insane.

Which was why he was sitting in the common room watching cartoons while wearing only his black leather skirt.

Besides, it made him feel both pretty and manly.

[ooc: open to one and all]

Current Mood: quixotic

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

A little under a year ago the witch doctors had told her she had until what most western cultures considered the end of the year to decide to return to them or not.

Well. Here she was, so, that was pretty much that.

Pippi was unconcerned about the ramifications, she had made her decision before they'd even decided to contact her.

She had more important things to think about just now. Very soon, a new group of students would be arriving, just as she and a number of her friends arrived last January.

And you know what that means...

Pancakes.

[[ooc: open]]

Current Mood: cheerful

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

In the evening, after classes was over, Hamlet wandered down to the second floor common room to watch Supers, that new drama series about people with superpowers. It seemed as though every episode ended with a cliff hanger, he wanted to find out the answer to this week's. The chips and snacks were just a bonus.

[OOC: Open.]

Current Mood: geeky

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

After cheerleading practice, Marie made a trip to the Quik Stop to buy bleach for her hair dying adventures that evening.

She changed into an old cheerleading tee-shirt, grabbed a couple bath towels and her brush and headed to the common room to wait for Mac.

She'd also grabbed a variety of snacks and sodas on her trip to the store for anyone who wanted to stop by and socialize.

[ooc: open to all! Mac will be dying Marie's hair though. ETA: THIS JUST IN! Bel will be singing Kumbaya in this post tonight!]

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec rolled out the mats and put a mix of something bright and quick on the CD player, but it wasn't where he wanted to be today really.

There was a game on Friday though, and it'd be a good idea to have some coordination before that, yeah?

[OOC: ~~Wait for OCD!~~ Is up, will be pinging in as much as I can!]

Current Music: Kazzer - Pedal to the Metal

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

Demyx was bored. It was a boring day. And he didn't have classes until Thursday, so he was anticipating being bored until Thursday.

To break things up a bit, he was wandering the halls of the dorms. Hall-crawling, if you will.

Maybe he'd run into someone and break up the monotony. Maybe even someone he could appreciate his flexibility.

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie's got some cheesecake from her baking class and is ready to be sociable after not feeling well for the better part of last week.

[open!]

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

Demyx was in a very good mood today; obvious by the way he was sortof dancing his way into the common room. He did a little spin and dropped onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping channels. Oh look! Game Show Network! Happily, he settled in with reruns of The Millionaire Show.

((ooc: Open, for all your common room needs!))

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec headed into the gym, deciding that Buffy wouldn't be able to kill him for not holding any practices; they'd just be few and far between.

He rolled out the mats, put on something fast-paced with a good beat and did some stretches and jumps until everyone else arrived.

[ooc: ~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up! Handwavily assume there was notice of some sort, okay?]

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: N.E.R.D. - Rock Star (Jason Nevins Remix)

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

All dried off after Scoobying that afternoon, Bridge is now curled up on a couch in the common room, watching reruns of The Amazing Sci-Fi Submarine Show¹. Because it amuses him to watch a show from over ten years ago that supposedly takes place in his time.

[ooc: 1: seaQuest DSV. also, open for great yay.]

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