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Edward was restless.

When Edward was restless, he sometimes did things that some may think of as stupid.

Frankly, he didn't believe that attempting to climb up to the roof from his room was particularly so; rather, it was a decent stretch of a man's natural capabilities, good for the muscles, and likely to burn off whatever affliction had settled in his bones. He had not necessarily made it as far as he'd hoped, having gotten stranded in a room on the sixth floor after nearly slipping and falling into a stack of hay-- in fact, he had had to cover the rest of the ground the usual way, by taking the stairs up.

But now he was on the rooftop, sitting idly near the edge.

It was a beautiful view.

In fact, a wonderous view, because of the fashion it was now drawing his attention. Much, much preferable to anything else at the moment. Yes.

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doesnotkneel

Waking up to a blaze of candles upon his head had been... worrisome was the correct term, Edward supposed. But neither his pillow nor his linens had gotten scorched, and when he pulled his shirt on, it had simply seemed to pass right through the flames. This, then, was simply another fit of the island to cope with or to tolerate.

Actually, in the early morning darkness, it was downright helpful.

When Edward had ascertained the candles would do no harm at all, he wandered out for his usual morning routine: collapsing on the couch in the common room with a full bowl of cereal, turning the television to the channel that occasionally talked about boats, and lowering the brightness to such a degree the images didn't do much harm to his head. Not too bad, all in all, though he had to test several times if he wasn't about to set fire to the couch.

[[ today posts half #2. open! ]]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Between the smell of food, the sound of party music, and the sight of a lot of bottles (some of them even non-alcoholic!), it was clear that the sixth floor was ready for a party. Far away from yurts, and more importantly, far away from people who might be interrupted by a bunch of food, music, and drinking!

Summer was half over, everyone. Come on up and celebrate.

[OOC: This is the party for Not-So-Final Destination. Please, feel free to throw in as many I Never prompts as you want so there's a good list to go off of for the next week.

All students are invited by way of the posting at the main campfire earlier this week!]

doesnotkneel

"I thought there would be tents," Edward said.

Well. There were tents. Just not assembled tents. And while Edward was proud of the letters he now had, the manual he had been given was... a little arcane. He could grasp the pictures on the other tome he'd been given just fine, and now he was putting considerable thought to the idea of building his futon and then simply draping a piece of tent fabric over it.

"Right," he added. "I suppose this is a thing I'll be doing. Then."

Beat.

"Jaysus."

[[ open! ]]

not_every_mage

The truth was, it wasn't the best day to be outside; the sky was gray and looked like rain. But even after most of a year outside the Circle, Anders still sometimes got an itch to be in the fresh air just to prove that he could, that no one was going to stop him from doing whatever hit his fancy.

He took his tea and a nice fat novel with lots of fighting bits in it to the dorm deck and settled in. It wasn't the most exciting start to the day, but he wasn't really looking for excitement.

[OOC: Open like a deck!]

doesnotkneel

There had never been a better time for Edward's schedule-mandated long weekend than this. He had scampered out of his room obscenely late and made it as far as the common room, where he'd collapsed on the sofa for a brief nap.

Then he'd managed the cereal. Then there'd been another nap.

Eventually it just seemed more sensible to collect his pillow and his blanket and his spare pillows and his spare blanket and dump them on the floor of the common room entirely. There was food nearby, and it was terribly comfortable. He curled back up on the blankets and blew through another brief nap before scrambling up to go collect that bag of chips he'd found.

It could go on that coffee table. Within grasping range from his miniature blanket fortress.

[[ open! join in fortress-building. ]]

stacyexperiment

What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

doesnotkneel

'Twas the end of the school week, and Edward had plans to celebrate it. Plans he was currently putting into motion: he had a bottle of something fizzy he'd nicked from one of the other common rooms, he had a bowl of nachos he'd stolen from yet another common room, and he had a sofa he was just borrowing to put his arse on.

It'd been months, but he was at least starting to adjust to the television. It no longer seared his eyes to look at it, and even the noise it made had started to sound almost natural.

So he turned it on, hit some numbers at random, and got... mice. Mice, dressed up as pirates, commanding a ship and raiding other ships for... cheese? Right. Well. Edward couldn't say he understood, but he could say he was too lazy to change the channel again. He'd asked Lady Luck for her recommendation, and this was what he'd gotten. So be it.

"Arrrr," he echoed one of the mice, idly.

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doesnotkneel

After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all.

He'd somehow managed to procure a small blanket (or maybe it was a towel; towel was more likely) which he had yanked over his head. His coat, he'd dropped on his feet during the night when those had gotten cold.

And there he still laid now, snoring. Oh, sure, he'd woken up once or twice already, but the sheer cracking agony of his skull had made being awake seem very uninviting, and he was intent on avoiding it for as long as possible.

[[ open! ]]

not_every_mage

Even after sleeping on it, Anders didn't feel much better about what had happened in Edge. They'd put so much work into the water filtration system -- only to see it wrecked in what was most likely a matter of hours. And even though they'd fixed the immediate issues, he knew nothing would stop the same people from coming back and keeping water away from the thirsty. Again.

It made a man angry, was all.

Kittens, on the other hand, made a man happy. And if Anders couldn't stop brooding, he could at least get out of his room. Carrying Lachlan in one oversized pocket, he took his breakfast onto the porch and set the cat down. The tuxedo kitten snapped at shadows and tried to catch every insect that happened by -- mostly unsuccessfully -- while Anders sipped at his tea.

[OOC: Open deck, open post!]

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

not_a_moonie

There were two reasons for the party being organized in the second floor common room tonight. The official one was that Sparkle and Alana were both campaigning for seats on the Student Council and needed to get their names out there.

The less official one was that Minako's fifth floor party the week before had been amazing, and the hosts wanted to prove other floors could host something just about as awesome.

Other than the VOTE FOR ALANA and VOTE FOR SPARKLE posters taped to the walls, the set-up was standard for a dorm party. They'd filled a table with pizza and snacks (including, at Sparkle's insistence, homemade sparkler-topped cupcakes), and Alana had set up her tablet to play a mix of trancey pop music. The electronica battled for ear space with an intentionally campy sci-fi movie playing on the TV.

Everyone in the student body had gotten an emailed invitation, so now it was just a matter of seeing who would show up.

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

Rapunzel had spent so much time in her tower doing certain activities that she almost didn't want to do some of them anymore, instead just picking and choosing her favorites -- the things she'd do even if she wasn't incredibly bored and lonely.

Like cooking. Or working on her mural, which was now nearly finished (though she'd probably start on the ceiling as soon as her wall space was up, if Anders didn't actually tell her she couldn't or something.) She'd spent almost no time whatsoever working on candle-making or pottery, partially due to lack of supplies, but mostly due to lack of interest.

Today, though, when she'd ventured out in search of something to do, she'd managed to get her hands on a puzzle. And as dorky as she knew it was (because Mother was more than happy to tell her, and often), Rapunzel loved puzzles.

So Tuesday afternoon found her on the common room floor, the pieces spread out in front of her and her hair wound in a neat circle around the room.

"That's a middle piece, Pascal, we're looking for the edges still, silly." Pascal, who was helpfully offering pieces up to Rapunzel periodically, was on the verge of a fit of pique, seriously. Rapunzel was going to end up with a chameleon hiding amongst puzzle pieces if she wasn't careful.

[open due to unexpected boredom (that supposed madness this afternoon was actually canceled!) but with usual SP-at-work caveats! mostly i just wanted to use this icon, idk.]

halfbad.livejournal.com

One reason that Nathan was glad to be back in the dorms was that the walk back from the preserve was a lot shorter. He didn't have to take a ferry and it meant he had more time to do things like flopping down in the common room to eat a late breakfast and work with his newly received tablet. The reading wasn't going very well but he'd gotten pretty good with using the apps that played movies and television shows. He couldn't really pick a favorite but the cooking shows he found were pretty fascinating.

The common room television was off but Nathan's tablet was on while he watched an older woman bustle around her kitchen while she talked about what she was making today. Every so often he took a bite of the omelette he'd made himself but most of his attention was on the show and trying to remember the various ingredients and instructions so he could maybe give the meal a try later.

He had a brief thought of what Celia or Arran or Jessica or his grandmother would think of right now, using technology and not worrying about if people saw his tattoos or his scars. Jessica would try to kill him considering she was a Hunter. Celia would probably be impressed but she'd keep that to herself. Arran would want to play with the tablet and his grandmother would...well, he wasn't sure.

Nathan sighed and put them out of his mind. He couldn't think of them now. They were gone and he was here.

[Open common room]

Current Mood: indescribable

dauntless-four.livejournal.com

Four had spent the last week exploring the island, learning the ways out, the places that were easiest to defend, the places that served food (he'd have to talk to the faction leaders about getting his monthly points for food and clothing converted into something he could use here), the places that sold clothing, and most importantly the shooting range and gym.

He was pretty impressed with the facilities, despite Chuck's warnings about them.

And now he was up on the second to last place he had to scout out--the roof--staying by the door and breathing through his fear of heights. After he was done here, he'd check out Selkie Point.

His eyes closed briefly as he worked to calm the pounding of his heart. He'd check out Selkie Point tomorrow, probably. Maybe even the next day.

[OOC: Open!]

halfbad.livejournal.com

The kitchen in the common room wasn't that different from the kitchen in Celia's cottage. Everything was a little more modern and clean but other than that, Nathan recognized almost everything. The common room kitchen reminded him of Gabriel's kitchen more than anything else. His friend had spent a lot of time in there, cooking food and letting Nathan help out where he could.

Being inside during the day was tolerable and Nathan found that the buzzing wasn't too intense right now so he'd wandered into the common room and over to the kitchen with the thought of cooking in mind. He didn't know too many recipes since it wasn't like Celia or Gabriel had cookbooks lying around (not that he could read them anyway) but he remembered how to make a few things.

His stomach grumbled and Nathan decided that he might as well give cooking in this strange place a try. He slid off his gloves, making sure to pull his sleeves down over the tattoo on one wrist and over the scars on the other but leaving the small tattoo on his finger visible for the most part. He hadn't taken off the scarf but he'd left the sunglasses in his room today.

A soup of some kind would be the easiest thing and he remembered sitting in his cage at Celia's with a steaming bowl of soup and a huge chunk of bread. It'd been a rare time when he'd been able to forget about what he was going through. So, he went to work on a soup that'd be filled with available vegetables and meats. He hadn't bothered with the television since it'd only make his head hurt and he didn't need that while he was trying to concentrate.

[Open. Nathan's actually a fairly good cook so if you want some soup, it won't be bad, I promise.]

Current Mood: productive

doesnotkneel

It wasn't unknown to Edward, this strange feeling he'd woken up with: as if he was aware of the entirety of the room and the world beyond it. The last vestiges of a dream, no doubt, which left things looking and smelling more roselike than they really were. But with his groggy head on he'd stumbled out of the room, driven in some sense by purpose embedded in that dream.

There was a large white cupboard sitting in the middle of the common area that drew him to it. It seemed as if it were the most important object in the room, and in his dream-drunk state he saw no reason not to pursue the feeling.

It lasted until he'd opened the cupboard and seen its contents. A blast of air as cold as winter smashed him right in the face, leaving him blinking and squinting. "What--"

Then he realized three things: one, that he was hungry; two, that this cupboard seemed to contain at least some food; and three, that he wasn't able to identify a single bit of it.

So's if anyone on the fifth floor woke up to find a bedraggled Welshman taking various objects out of the fridge and putting them back in again, well, that was why.

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