[identity profile] annieadderall.livejournal.com
It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. Or to get tested. So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.
[identity profile] annieadderall.livejournal.com
"Welcome back, everybody," Annie greeted them when they were ready to start, doing a little tiny headcount. "I don't think we scared anybody off with all the baking last week, so that's a good start to the semester!" She'd say that even if they lost half their members after one week, though.

Rilla glanced up from the gray sock she was knitting as she rocked Jims’ cradle with her foot.and smiled as well. “Today, we decided to talk a little bit about giving back,” she said. “In my time, my country is fighting in a great war. The boys at the front need warm blankets and new socks, so I’ve learned to knit!”

She’d gotten much better at it, fortunately. There weren’t many soldiers out there with two heels on one foot.

Annie... was not going to be doing nearly as well. "I haven't done this ever, by the way. So if you haven't done it, don't worry, we'll get through this together. Besides, if people need socks, then it's worth learning something new to give them to them." If only one could make socks with optimism, because this was going to be interesting.

And she hadn’t even learned about double pointed needles yet! Rilla had a stack of them ready for the girls, and passed out a pattern that was written in knitting code. “We’ll start with casting on 40 stitches and dividing it out onto three needles,” she said. “And then making sure they all are facing the correct direction.”

That could take most of the meeting.

Rilla had obviously taken to speaking a different language with that, because Annie understood not a word of it. "...Ask Rilla if you have any questions!"
[identity profile] knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com
Chuck had tried so, so hard to hide away this entire weekend. That was how long these usually lasted, and he'd managed to avoid island crazy in that way a few times before. It worked for him.

And it had worked this time! Mostly. But without preparation there was only so long he could hole up in his dorm room reading and living off chips and candy before hunting down something a little more like... well, real food became necessary, and as such, leaving his safe-haven. From experience of these things, everyone went down at once, but as he recalled not everyone looked like girls they knew, and somehow that was worse. He'd blocked out this particular memory when meeting Annie for a reason. It made his head hurt in so many ways, and him uncomfortable in so many more.

So he planned to make this little outing as short (and himself as blendy) as possible. Keeping a hoodie up while making cereal might not necessarily the most subtle choice, but was what he went with.

[[ Open common room, with potential for bouts of SP as I have guests. ]]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Rilla was poking around at the stove in the sixth floor kitchen when the other members of the sorority began to filter in. “Hello,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad to see you. I’m Rilla Blythe, and I’m a sophomore, and Annie--” she waved a hand at Annie, “--and I are your leaders this semester.”

"Hi, everyone," Annie said brightly. "First of all I want to say thanks for being here, and welcome to the new people, and hi again to the ones we already know. We're going to have a lot of fun this semester, we'll make sure of it." Meaning they'd have fun if it killed her. Or them. Either one.

“Today we’re going to just get to know our new members,” Rilla said, then pointed to the cakes that were cooling on the counters amid cans of frosting, “while making cake pops, which seem to be cake-flavoured lollipops of some kind.” She was from 1914. They didn’t do this sort of thing there.

"They are! It's cake on a stick," Annie explained. "It's easy to make and you can decorate them however you want. So, you know, go ahead and express yourself! ...Through cake."

“And talking to each other, too,” Rilla added. “We have some fun ideas for the semester, but we’d love to hear from all of you as well!”
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[personal profile] life_inshadow
It was a lazy kind of Saturday night, but Tara had learned to cherish those on the island. She was still thinking about Loki's offer of trying a blood magic spell to teleport. It probably wasn't smart, but at the same time, it wasn't like you tried dark magic once and instantly went evil, right? She was in control.

In an attempt to be social and to quit worrying about magic, she had ordered a pizza -- veggie deluxe, no green peppers -- and had it delivered to her common room. She was going to munch a piece and watch a rerun of Chuck Chip until somebody told her to stop.

[OOC: Open common room, sort-of-method RP.]
[identity profile] cant-be-helped.livejournal.com
Dorothy arrived in the common room on her way back from the library. Still reading her big thick history book, she settled in on a sofa. After a moment, she looked up from her book at the television. It was off, as she'd not turned it on. For a moment she looked down at her book, then back at the television. After a moment of mental debate, she set her book to one side and rummaged about for the remote control.

Upon finding it she went through some trial and error in finding the correct buttons to turn it on, then to change the channel. She pressed a random assortment of numbers to arrive at a channel, deciding chance would be the best place to start with seeing exactly what programming was to be found. To her pleasure, the program seemed to be educational, a group of men and a ginger-haired woman experimenting with science to test strange stories. She made herself more comfortable and watched, enraptured by the flickering images.

[ooc: Open common room! She's watching Mythbusters, of course.]
[identity profile] zetabetabrat.livejournal.com
So over the past two weeks on the island, Rebecca hadn't really done very much. Did some work for her classes, rearranged the furniture in her room and taken over part of Matt's closet... normal fun stuff. But she'd come to the conclusion that it was time to start networking with people. Forming alliances, as it were.

Or making friends, as normal, non-Rebecca Logan people might put it. Really, she was in it for the allies and networks.

So after placing a few quick calls, she managed to get some fairly fancy Italian food delivered to the third floor common room. There was more than enough to share with... probably half the student body. That should be a step in the right direction, she decided.

Plus, her top showed a lot of cleavage. So.
[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com
The newbies had been on the island for an entire week! Rapunzel was pretty sure that at least some of them had to be feeling overwhelmed.

Besides, she hadn't had a chance to meet most of them!

But that was okay. Rapunzel had a solution to both of those problems! Baking. Lots and lots and lots of baking! Cookies, brownies, muffins, and cupcakes were already strewn over most of the flat surfaces in the common room.

And now? It was time for pie!

Rapunzel's tongue was caught lightly between her teeth as she caaaarefully worked to separate egg whites from their yolks.

Hopefully people would show up soon to either help bake, or help consume the results of all the baking. But either way, Rapunzel intended to take the opportunity to smile broadly and talk to them!
[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com
The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"


So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(There will be OCD for this. OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)
[identity profile] ihavediabetes.livejournal.com
Stacey had learned something over the last couple days: most kids ate really unhealthy things. She'd known that before (she had babysat for a living, after all) but it was a lot more obvious to her now that she was in a boarding school setting.

So today she'd gone out shopping and bought some really healthy stuff to stock up the fridge and cabinets, since otherwise it was hard for her to eat. Besides, it couldn't hurt anyone to maybe try something that was good for them, and then maybe it wouldn't look strange if she was the only one in a setting eating a salad. With the TV on for background noise, she unpacked the grocery bags and put the food away.

See, Fandom, Stacey was being helpful.


[I so want to play. Open like an open CR!]

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