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stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

And so the morning had come, after a night of sleeping over stolen goods in anticipation for the claiming of true justice and vindication. Turtle was quite often a very law-abiding citizen, but, every once in a while, true good stretched beyond the arm of the law and a little bit of vigilantism was just required.

She and Dick had been successful in obtaining the gym uniforms.

Now came the fun part.

Inside a camp-place approved fire ring settled outside the front doors of the dormitory, a great flame danced up toward the air, fed by the slow-burning and slightly smelly uniforms, each piece tossed joyfully in, each lick of fire causing a shock of gleeful retribution.

And, of course, there were more than enough uniforms for other to help in the victory against awfulness. It made Turtle wonder why they even had so many; it didn't seem very economical.

[[ partner-in-justice modded with permission, and the uniforms were stolen and burned with permission as well! Come help! I can't speak for my cohort, but I'll be on super-SP for family things as well as a broken computer, but of course it's completely, entirely, utterly open! Burn, baby, burn! ]]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

There were things to think about and plans to make after some conversations last night and Hannibal felt a little cooped up and restless in his own room so he grabbed a pillow and headed down to the common room.

There wasn't any made up games tonight. Just a boy, a pillow, a movie that he wasn't really watching, a notepad of scribbled notes (that he can't believe he's actually taking) and a pizza on the floor in front of him.

He just hoped he could read his notes (silly and unnecessary as they were) since he was staining the paper with pizza from his fingers.

[Open CR is open!]

Current Mood: busy

noboynextdoor.livejournal.com

It wasn't like Jess hadn't known that Anakin hated him. But he hadn't been aware of exactly how much he was hated until he'd spent a full day with Jar Jar Binks. They were only around Buffy for a few minutes before she and Jess both agreed that Jar Jar couldn't stay in their room, so they'd mostly been in town instead, with Jess spending most of his time trying to make sure Jar Jar bumped into as few things as possible. When evening rolled around, he decided they had no other option but to camp out in the common room again, and if anyone had a problem with that, Jess figured he could just make the person talk to Jar Jar for a few minutes, and they'd understand. Or, they'd at least flee for the sake of their sanity.

Out of desperation, Jess had turned on the television, and by some miracle, discovered that Jar Jar was absolutely fascinated by the Home Shopping Network's gem collection. Sure, it wasn't keeping him totally quiet, but he was occupied enough that Jess could think about making food without wondering what he could slip sleeping pills into.

[Open!]

withoutverona

Romeo ventured into the common room late Tuesday evening, drawn by a desperate need to get Halloween candy early. He found a bag of miniature Snickers and settled in on the couch, fortified with chocolates and a showing of Absolutely, Perhaps that he was pretending was drawing him in less than it did.

He was rooting for the brunette.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

The punching bags were back, and Hoshi was already taking a few punches at one as she waited for everyone else. "Welcome back. I hope you guys had a better weekend than I did," said Hoshi with a frown.

"The best way to stay safe is to avoid situations where you might run into trouble, like areas with poor lighting or trying to walk home after dark by yourselves. And, for goodness sake, when the island gets invaded, you're better off staying in your safe location than taking a chance on the streets," said Hoshi, making eye contact with everyone in turn.

"That said, if you do run into trouble, you should aim to disable your opponent by striking certain points on the body, which are listed on the handout that I'll pass around," she continued. "Keep in mind that this should only be for self-defense. You shouldn't go around hitting people. We don't have any dummies to practice on today, so we'll be using the punching bags instead."

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had the TV on, but really wasn't paying much attention to it. She was sketching furiously, trying to put it on paper rather than leave it inside. which meant her art wasn't particularly lighthearted.

She'd probably be glad of a distraction and there was lots of fresh coffee on.

[Open as common rooms are.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick woke up. The realization that his dream wasn't a dream? The lighthouse? The horrible, horrible death by leaping out of said lighthouse? "It was all just a dream!" Dick said, happily.

He sat up, taking a moment to realize that he was in the laundry room in the dorms. This may have been the weirdest place he remembered waking up this weekend, but all of those other places were in dreams, so they didn't count anyway.

Then he heard something weird.

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d'accento — e di pensiero.

Dick looked around. He could swear that the singing was coming from the laundry detergent. He got up and started walking toward the door when he heard a continuation of the song coming from the liquid soap by the sink.

Sempre un amabile,
Leggiadro viso,
In pianto o in riso, — è menzognero.

Dick wasted no time walking out the door. He needed to get to his room. Although he'd apparently spent the entire weekend sleeping, he felt extremely worn out and wanted to sleep in his own bed tonight.

[OOC: La donna è mobile. Ba dum ching.]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Richard J. Grayson, Esq woke up in the shower. "It was all just a dream," he said, remembering his fictional silly bout with amnesia and a nap in a church that clearly never happened. What kind of schmuck was named 'DJ' anyway? Not THIS kind of schmuck. Richard was a schmuck with money who all the women wanted and all the men wanted to be (and possibly wanted as well because he really was that hot). If only he didn't have that mysterious past that he could never reveal to ANYONE unless it was during November or February or May...

But none of that mattered right now, because he was showering. Oh yeah.

[OOC: As far as Dick is concerned, nothing before waking up in the shower happened. Also, post is open.]

sith_happened

A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]

Current Mood: gremlin bit liek woah
Current Music: After All - Dar Williams

laidanegg.livejournal.com

While Dick had been keeping up with his workouts pretty well ~~if in a largely handwavey fashion~~, but the one thing had really been lacking was some fight training. That's why he was at the punching bag tonight. He was focusing on simple punches (no kicks, no throwing stuff at the bag from across the room...) since he didn't want to get too fancy in public. What he really needed to do one of these times was get out to the abandoned warehouse district late at night and workout there.

He'd have to do some recon of that area first, though. That might be a project for later in the week. So for now, punching.

[OOC: Gym's open. I'm bored. Monkeys are awesome no matter what certain people say.]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Harvey was sitting in front of the TV with a notebook in his lap. He was trying to sketch out some ideas for campaign posters for Student Council. He just needed to think of a catchy slogan and he'd be in business.

He'd be in business a lot faster if he wasn't getting so distracted by the TV. Why was there nothing good on?

[Oooooopen]

Current Mood: working

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

intraspective

Ino hadn’t accomplished a whole lot so far today.

Well. She’d gotten up at four, eaten and done so properly, left Her a call, and done some training. Now, she was taking a break.

In a way, though, this was training too. She was curled up on a blanket she’d dragged from her room, sprawled out on her stomach, and reading the very first medical scroll she was supposed to have started with.

And humming along with the small battery powered radio she’d brought up too. But that, Ino figured, was allowed so long as she concentrated more on her work.

[Open!]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee was bored. And hungry.

Generally, these two things were not a particularly good combination.

That said, she'd managed to actually follow a recipe and produce a decent (if funnily-shaped) batch of chocolate raspberry cookies.

Now, the state of the kitchen, and...her clothes, and really, her overall appearance -- that was something else. It didn't matter to her, anyway, if the flour had gotten all over so long as the right amount had ended up in the cookies. And so what if there was chocolate on her cheeks and baking powder in her hair, too.

Plus she'd eaten about half the raspberries so they might actually have been a little shy of what they should have been, but whatever, they seemed okay to her.

[~~ooooopen. save me from the boredom of cleaning my room~~ apparently rl people heard my ooc plea, and I am being dragged out to the bar! shall pick things up later! (as in tomorrow, since omg drunk.)]

Current Mood: hungry

solo_sword

Weirdly, it was good to be back in this gym, which Jaina had clearly spent too much time in if she could think that. She wasn't hitting anything today, not because she didn't have reason- she always had reason- but was instead opting for the treadmill. Apparently cardio and endurance was something that was a really good idea to keep working on, who knew.

It probably was best not to ask how long she'd been down here.

[Entertain me.]

Current Mood: restless

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was more than slightly fond of the cabins and campfires; they reminded her of home, and it saddened her a little to know they'd be moving back to the dorms soon.

Determined to enjoy the time she had, she kindled a fire despite the warmth of the night and spread out a blanket on the ground nearby, then sprawled out to stare at the flames.

She absently hoped no one would trip over her.

[OOC: Open like a campfire, yes.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Hoping that everyone getting lost meant people wouldn't be around to witness it, John gathered up the things Reno had requested he use while pretending to be bit by a gremlin and headed out to his own campfire.

While it had been tons of fun watching Reno do his part, that didn't make John less of an idiot for going along with his own assigned destiny. He mounted his newly acquired pogo stick, spinner-style beanie resting jauntily atop his head, and proceeded to bounce around the lit campfire.

The real trouble started when John popped open the can of Easy Cheese, sprayed it into his mouth...and promptly turned into a bunny.

Which meant there was an excessively fluffy, angry, Easy Cheese-covered bunny laying on top of a pile of clothes and a pogo stick.

[I don't know, okay? But it's SO OPEN. Just be aware: he's been known to bite]

Current Mood: omg wtf bunny

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Inara was on her way into the common room to see what was on television when she passed by a rat in a state of dishabillé, hiding behind the door frame, peeking in at a large group of rats in petticoats.

The one in the center was on a chair or stool of some kind, and singing,

Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely stra-ayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!

The singing rat hopped off the stool and gestured toward the door, almost as if she knew the rat in his knickers was standing there, sighing wistfully at her.

Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind
Why, take it, it is thine!
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart take mine!

Inara gave the rat a little nudge forward with her foot, then walked into the room and took a seat on the couches, wondering what else she would see.

[ooc: Open! We're in the first act of Pirates of Penzance, if anyone wants to play along!]

Current Mood: confused

not-that-gentle.livejournal.com

She'd been forewarned by Peter (and with Willow around, she was even less surprised) that the technology would be much advanced in comparison to what they knew. So when she discovered the televisions in the common rooms as she explored, Susan wasn't shocked or surprised so much as intrigued.

It took her a little while to work out how everything functioned, between the screen and the little rectangular thing with the buttons. However, once she understood that pointing the thing at the television and pressing the buttons was a way to control it, Susan made herself comfortable on the couch with some tea, and slowly began to peruse the channels.

[open as common rooms are!]

gobrookeyourself

It was summer, it was a week without classes, and they were still in Antarctica. Yes, Brooke was still pouting. Not only that, but when she plopped herself in the common room with a blanket and popcorn to veg out, she found the Travel Channel was showing a whole lot of beach programming.

"Sure," she grumbled. "Rub salt in the wound, why don'tcha."

[Open as CR's tend to be.]

Current Mood: gypped

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Sure it was cold outside due to the whole Antarctica thing. But the joy of climate controlled dorms was that Dick could put on shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and drag a patio umbrella along with some beach chairs (don't ask where he got them) into the common room to pretend it was still nice and warm.

He was also drinking soda out of a coconut-shaped mug. He was committed to the lie.

[OOC: Open. Especially open if you have a limbo stick.]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick was fairly sure that the whole "volcano spewing ash" thing wasn't good, but, really, how often did you get to see something like this? Rarely if ever, that's how often.

That's why Dick was up on the roof, sitting on a lawnchair, under a patio umbrella (to keep him relatively rain and ash-free), taking pictures of the volcano. He figured he was mostly safe until there was lava anyway. In the meantime he'd get a good record of a potentially devastating natural phenomenon.

[OOC: Open in case there's anyone else ready to risk potential firey death or years of lung problems from inhaling ash in the name of a good view. Also, I don't know what it is with me and roofs today.

ETA: I was dragged off for a couple hours by a friend. Sorry for any slowness during that time!]

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Lois? Totally not about hanging around some volcano. She was, however, all about kung-fu movies and she happened to stumble across a channel full of them. She popped some popcorn and grabbed a soda out of the fridge and settled down on the couch for an evening full of ass kicking. The movie that was on now had some weird plot about elephant theft. Animal stealing and ass kicking. It doesn't get much better than that.

[Open! Not gonna lie, I love this movie]

Current Mood: good

solo_sword

Yesterday had left Jaina with more serious thoughts than she wanted to have, so she spent her morning trying out different scenarios in the flight shed. She would have been mentally thanking Anakin for the key but she was still a little upset over that boyfriend-threatening thing, so there went that.

When she got back, she decided since it wasn't really raining rain, there was no harm in starting a campfire. Besides, the candy rain meant s'mores might be more interesting, so she brought graham crackers out from the cabin, too. Even a year later, the Turtles had made their impression.

[Yes I changed it. There was peer pressure. Open! Boooooooooooooooooooooored.]

Current Mood: calm

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Okay, so Kaylee was learning her way around the whole campfire thing, now that the rain had let up for a little bit. Tonight, she had equipped herself with marshmallows and sticks, as well as graham crackers and chocolate.

She was, perhaps, a little overly proud of herself for managing a real Earth thing without help from anyone.

Not that she'd really successfully made a s'more yet. She kept burning her marshmallows.

Current Mood: accomplished

laidanegg.livejournal.com

If there's one thing Dick had been letting slide since he got away of the nightly grind of Gotham, it was getting in his regular exercise. Granted, he wasn't going to be doing his more thorough workout here, but he could still keep himself sharp.

That's why he was working on the punching bag right now. Because if what he'd heard about Fandom was even remotely true - and it seemed to be, judging by the dancing hamsters across the room - one thing he definitely needed to keep sharp was his punching.

[OOC: Open like a gym that is open.]

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

As it turned out, Jen didn't handle hangovers very well, which had something to do with the way she'd managed to completely miss out on any and all pony-related activities yesterday.

She could have been a pony for all she knew, but she'd been asleep through all of it thanks to the wonders of Aleve; apparently 21st-century painkillers had quite the effect on a 31st-century physiology unused to them. So yay for that, she supposed.

She'd managed to get a fire going -- a small and kind of ragged one, definitely not the kind of fire-building that would win a merit badge, but it was erratically crackling away as Jen went through some martial arts forms nearby. Sure, there was a gym on the campgrounds, but being around all these trees made her kind of nostalgic for the days when the best she'd had was that rope-wrapped tree in that Silver Hills park.

Besides, this was where she'd laid out the s'more makings. Duh.

[OOC: Open campfire is open!]

solo_sword

Jaina hadn't really had the concept of summer that most people had. There hadn't ever been a break from school for her, and half the time she'd be on a different planet that wouldn't even have proper summer weather. But not having classes till later in the week certainly helped with the summer feel, so that was why Jaina was starting a campfire, and wondering if she should have gotten marshmallows or something first. Oops.

[Open! It's my day off, I am enjoying it, dammit.]

Current Mood: good

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Outside the Front Door; Late Saturday Morning [ 12/20 ].

Self-Defense Club, The Gym, Monday afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night

5th Floor CR, Tuesday Night

Self-Defense Club, The Gym, Monday afternoon

Cheerleading Exhibition; The Gym; Saturday Afternoon [ 10/25 ]

Ground Floor, Rec Room [Thursday, Evening]

3rd Floor Common Room: Monday Evening [10-20-08]

The Gym, Saturday night

Laundry Room, Sunday night

Second Floor Boy's Bathroom, Saturday afternoon

School grounds [early afternoon]

The Gym, Monday evening

2nd Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Early Evening (Alex's Birthday Party)

The Roof, Friday Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room [evening]

The gym, Tuesday afternoon

Adorable Panda Campfire, Sunday Night

Adorable Panda Campfire, Tuesday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Second Floor Common Room [evening]

Second floor common room, Thursday night

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

The Dorm Roof, Saturday evening

Fifth Floor Common Room - Friday Evening

Andromeda campfire, Saturday afternoon

Little Dipper Campfire [evening]

Camp Gym, Thursday evening

Scorpius Campfire, Sunday Evening

Andromeda campfire, Monday evening

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