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[personal profile] trigons_child
Moving to the cabins had been entirely unexpected and somewhat distressing for Raven. She had been prepared to share her room with another, but so many people so close together was disconcerting, and it was hard to shut things out. Last night she'd felt an almost overwhelming surge of desire coming from one of the other cabins, but fortunately it abruptly stopped.

She didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and after her morning meditations, she ventured into the common room to see who else might be dwelling there.


[ooc: open to cabinmates or visitors!]
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[personal profile] bitchprince
After completing his go at Gun Club, Arthur returned to the dorms only to realise he didn't much feel like dealing with Leto yet. He'd come up with a proper revenge later. Right now, he craved a chance to sit somewhere, to fight off the sense that was dawning in the wake of yesterday's upset. He sat, and idly considered the Teevee.

Cut for tl;dr. )

So he sat. Subdued. Thinking.

[[ open common room! ]]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Done with classes for the week, Dor had slept in late and skipped breakfast entirely and missing lunch to boot.

So he found himself down at the common room with a large bowl of cereal where he sat and chatted with the furniture.

"Boy," he said with his mouth partially full of chocolate frosted sugar bombs. "People were sure cranky about the fire alarm last night."

The objects in the room all chuckled. "Well everyone's a bit more frustrated than usual these days," the chair mentioned and all the objects burst into laughter.

"Oh?" Dor asked innocently. "Why is that?"

"Because everyone is a little... frustrated. If you know what I mean," the lamp replied.

"Um. No," Dor said. "I don't. What do you mean?"

All the objects paused in the room and then died of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Dor asked.

"Nobody is getting any action," the sofa replied. "Do you know what I mean by that?"

Dor frowned. "No. What are you talking about?"

And the sofa began to tell a story. A story about a vampire and a girl in black leather pants. And the sofa's role in this particular story. And the actions that happened on said sofa.

In graphic detail

Dor should have left the room. He should have run. But the words just kept coming from the sofa and he just stared horrified as his innocence began to disappear in a few moments of Vampire/Alien raunchiness.

It didn't help that the other objects in the room started making rauchy sounds while the refrigerator hummed a porn soundtrack.

[Open! The couch is telling the NSFW story linked above from the way early days of FH. Dor's magic allows anyone to hear the story and all the sound effects the furniture are making.]
[identity profile] swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com
Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.

The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.

[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor wasn't sure what the big deal was about the big football game. After all they had football back in Xanth but they were just balls of feet that rolled around the jungle making footpaths for the populace to use.

So he decided to skip the whole gathering and settle down in the common room and see what was on TV.

It was then that he stumbled across the Puppy Bowl and somehow became hypnotized by the images of puppies frolicking around and playing with each other.

[Because... well it's what I watch instead of the Super Bowl. Because it's Puppies. Yes, I am a dork.]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had felt this one last night. He didn't have a lot of superpowers, but he had one, and that was exactly concerned with the kind of thing going on here.

So he poked his head into the common room on the third floor. Stealthily. Carefully. With big eyes. Finding everything clear, his body soon followed. He siddled up to the TV, reached over, and... patted it.

"Good job," he said, with feeling. "Good job. But you should have waited. Surprise only works so often, you know. Especially if it's lesbians."

He hugged it once, then let go.

[ and common room is open! ]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor was a bit bored and had wandered into the common room in the hopes of free food and something good on that television thing.

Unfortunately free food was lacking however the television was able to direct him to a show called "Mythbusters" which was doing experiments with something called "Diet Coke" and "Mentos"

Dor sat on the couch captivated by the bottles which spewed up like geysers and the attempts of the people on the show to build a rocket.

Great magic indeed.

[Open!]
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[personal profile] lovemykilt
Priestly was perched on the counter again, this time next to the coffee pot. His mohawk was still green from yesterday, but it matched his "I sell crack for the CIA" t-shirt and he didn't want to risk getting dye on his clothes. He had his legs crossed -- never fear, he was wearing pants, no danger of accidental flashing here. And he was talking seemingly to mid-air.

"I'm just saying, man. I totally respect what you're fighting for, but you've got to be careful. Too many of you guys go on strike at the same time and it'll be really hard drumming up the right kind of sympathy for your cause. Plus you're totally risking potential union-limiting legislation. And look what happened to Hoffa. Okay, not what actually happened to Hoffa, but what people think happened to Hoffa. Not that I'm saying you guys have ties to the mob. And, anyway, you got to watch out for the scabs and stuff, undermining what you're trying to say. Are the French presses in the union? These are important questions."

The second floor common room had coffee. Caffeinated, even.

But only if you proved you supported the coffee makers' cause.

[ooc: open!]
[identity profile] swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com
The first weird thing was that Claire woke up early during her week off.

The second weird thing was that she didn't just want to hang out in her room all day. So she took her sketchbook and a set of pastels and went to the common room to curl up on a couch and draw ... she wasn't sure yet. It might just be her coffee mug. Maybe her coffee mug in spaaaaaaace.

The TV was on and tuned to some soap opera, but Claire wasn't paying enough attention to say what it was about.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
After catching up with Grundy and Irene at the park, Dor brought Irene over to the garden so she could see the Xanth trees she had sent to Fandom last month.

"The clothes tree seems to be adapting to Fandom pretty well," Dor pointed out. "And is growing more mundane fashions here which is kind of neat. Plus it's kind of nice to come here if I ever miss home, y'know? Do you like it?"

[For [livejournal.com profile] green_irene but open to all]
[identity profile] firebringerborn.livejournal.com
Jan had just wanted to stretch his legs, so he'd gone for a gallop. He'd been innocently minding his own business when he'd been struck by a whirling flurry of rocks.

It had seemed to chase after him as he'd bolted across the grounds, and no matter how he'd dodged and ducked, he hadn't been able to avoid them. As it turned out, he would have been better off simply holding still until it had passed.

Why?

Because his wild gyrations had ensured that, instead of being a single solid colour, he was liberally splashed with colours of all kinds.

Rainbow unicorn.

He bolted into the lobby to get away from it, and was now standing at the doors, staring out at the suddenly clear skies, and making disgusted faces at his reflection.

[Open, yup.]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor sat in front of the TV with a befuddled look on his face.

When someone suggested that he watch "Dancing with the Stars" he kind of took the "Stars" part very literally.

And now he was just watching the people on the screen just... dance. In outfits that showed...

Well they showed a lot.

"This is how people dance here?" he asked himself.

[open]
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Since she'd had a first period class today, Angela figured she was allowed a lazy afternoon lounging on a couch with microwave popcorn. She flicked past channels as she tried to pick and choose her viewing, still really impressed by the sheer range of things on these days.

Angela kept up her channel surfing, until she came across a music channel, and saw her father taking center stage at some classic rock revival.

... Apparently, there are things that really hadn't changed much.


[[ooc: Open! I'm around until I get bored of hanging out on Campus, then there may be some SP... It always said Tuesday. *shifty eyes*]]
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[personal profile] endsthegame
He'd slept, if not a lot; come early morning, some tossing and turning had culminated in Ender sneaking out of his room to pad quietly towards the common room. He had learned from last week's mistake, and brought a book on engineering with him.

Picking a spot on the couch, Ender sat down, and opened up his book, burying himself in the lessons of a new trade.

[ open common room! ]
[identity profile] firebringerborn.livejournal.com
Jan hadn't been in a common room since the incident with the amorous skunk, but found he wanted the company of humans. Given his recent encounter with the only other one of his kind he'd seen since he arrived, right now, he preferred humans.

There was no one in the common room, but the box with the pictures and the sound was turned on, so he lay down on the floor next to the couch to watch it. He perked up a little when he realised it was showing a story about horses.

[ooc: open, of course - it's a common room.

...one of these days we need to have an uncommon room. /random]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor had spent the night in the garden enjoying the trees that had been sent from his friends in Xanth.

So it wasn't until this morning that he was finally able to open the second vial that had been sent along with the package.

Much to his surprise, long rolls of poster board sprung out and flew around the dorm adhering themselves to the walls at random locations.

All of which read:

VOTE FOR DOR!
Junior Class Representative


Which is why you'll see Dor frantically trying to pull the poster off to no avail.

"Why won't you come off!" Dor whined as he tugged and tugged on the poster.

"We've got a stick'em spell," the poster replied. "We're not coming off until after the election."

"Why?" Dor replied. "I haven't even signed up!"

"You have now," the poster replied. "When you opened up the vial you also released a glitch which signed you up for student council elections. The King and your parents thought it would be a good experience for you."

Dor groaned. If it was just his parents he might be able to protest but if King Trent was also behind this... he really had no choice.

He was running for student council.

[open]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Dor ran after the flying objects, trying to keep up as best he could until he saw the tiny things dive into the ground next to what appeared to be a garden.

Then there was a popping noise followed by what Dor thought was Irene's voice shouting "GROW!"

Dor's thought was confirmed when trees and plants sprung from the ground and rapidly began to grow into full bloom. Irene must have bribed Good Magician Humfrey with something for him to bottle up her talent like that. Then again if Humfrey could put lightning in a bottle, a magical talent shouldn't be too hard to manage.

Dor immediately recongized the shoe tree and the clothes tree as the began to sprout various forms of footwear, shirts, skirts and pants. They weren't exactly what he was used to seeing but maybe since the plants took root so close to Mundania they took on some of their more recent fashions. Then there was a flannel tree also growing clothes, coats and blankets for colder weather followed by a nice fluffy pillow bush.

The next tree Dor couldn't figure out at all. Every time he looked at the trunk it seemed different and the shape would lead him to think something else and...

"Oh!" Dor said aloud and shook his head in amusement. It was a mys-tree. No one could ever figure out those things.

Dor walked around to the other side of the row of trees to find a milkweed plant with some of its pod all ready to picked for fresh milk. Next to that was a cocoa-nut tree (whose cocoa-nuts were filled with chocolate milk) a pie tree with almost every kind of pie variety you could think of and finally a...

"Cherry tree?" Dor said looking amazed. "That could be dangerous! Why would Irene send such a tree?"

Upon closer inspection Dor sighed in relief. It was only a chocolate cherry tree whose fruit had a delicious chocolate center. That was a good thing as the other variety, the cherry bomb, could have hurt someone!

Dor then picked a nice fluffy pillow, a ripe milk pod and some chocolate cherries before leaning up against the mys-tree to watch as the plants reach full maturity.

Suddenly Xanth didn't seem so far away.

[Open! Yes these are permanent additions to the garden from behind the stable and are free for people to use.]
[identity profile] talks2objects.livejournal.com
Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

[Open!]
[identity profile] kestrelswolf.livejournal.com
It had definitely been an... interesting couple of days for Firekeeper since her rather unexpected arrival. Much of Sunday and Monday had been spent exploring and hunting (they'd avoided the strangely-colored deer, however), and of course sleeping, because as the old wolf proverb went: "hunt when hungry, sleep when not, for hunger always returns."

Now, though, Firekeeper and Blind Seer were lounging on the couch in the large room that seemed to belong to no one in particular, staring at the big black box that was apparently the centerpiece of the room and wondering at its purpose.

[ooc: is open!]

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