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By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party ~~sadly~~. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. ~~Please hold for~~ OCD up!]

findingelena.livejournal.com

"This is our last week together," Elena said. "So we're dispensing with all those silly rules about not pointing your weapons at each other, and not having them be loaded, and so on. This week, they're fully loaded, and it's war. Shoot each other like the crazed people you are."

This would probably sound ominous, if not downright insane if Elena weren't standing in front of a large pile of (moddable) Nerf guns.

Personally, she'd gone for a Raider CS 35. Lots of ammo, pump action, decent grip.

"Good luck!"

Current Mood: amused

findingelena.livejournal.com

Today's topic was short and sweet.

"So," Elena said. "We're almost at the end of the semester. Do we want to do something special? Paintball tournament, shooting competition, field trip? Let's discuss. Then, let's shoot things."

That was, after all, the point of the club.

Current Mood: accomplished

icecoldfrost

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena looked sheepish this week. And was trying not to scuff her toes and change the subject.

"So," she said. "Last week was a really good example of why sometimes it's good to have safety measures, like making sure your weapon is disarmed. Because you never know when you might turn paranoid from the fog, or make bad decisions in a heightened emotional state."

Like, say, running after Don Corneo by yourself, and ending up tied to a Wutaian monument. Hypothetically.

"So what failsafes should we have, as gun owners and users, to make sure we're responsible with them? And to make sure we don't end up hurting someone? That's today's topic, and then we can get back to shooting."

Current Mood: thoughtful

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had put a few signs up, in the dorms and around town. Last-minute affairs, nothing fancy, just marker on scraps of paper.

SNEAKY PEOPLE
COME TO THE LOBBY
AT 8 PM
TO DISCUSS WAYS
WE CAN HELP

And so she was there at 8, waiting for people to show up and trying not to feel self-conscious.

( Stealth Team Assemble! )

(OOC: this is the planning meeting for the Stealth Team -- people who got RNG'd in as well as anyone who got RNG'd out! Because, hey, why not? Please wait for the OCD!)

Current Mood: determined

findingelena.livejournal.com

( The fog was getting to Elena )

(played with the faboo

shiroi_tiger. now reposted in the right comm! OCD incoming!)

Current Mood: nervous

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, so Elena was late. And hadn't thought up a topic for this week. So, she was just going to go with it.

"Welcome back," Elena said. "These past few weeks have been so exciting that I thought we should do Q&A. Ask other people anything you want to know about their guns, or their history with guns! And then if nobody has any questions, let's just shoot things like the awesome chicks we are."

Yeah, so maybe it was going to be obvious that Elena hadn't thought up a topic for this week? Ah well. Shooting required no topic!

Current Mood: embarrassed

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Okay," Elena said, grinning. "This week, we're showing off our pretties. I sent a ~~handwavey~~ e-mail out, so I hope everyone got it? If not, take five and go get your guns out of storage. We're doing show-and-tell here. Which gun is your favorite? What are its advantages and disadvantages? Who would you recommend it for? What situations would you not suggest someone use it in?"

She waved her hands at the group. "Enough of me talking. We have guns to drool over."

Current Mood: enthralled

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Welcome back," Elena said. "I hope no one showed up last week, because I was in the Bahamas and I kind of figured everyone else was, too."

And if not, hopefully they enjoyed themselves sticking around here.

( Safety Info )

Current Mood: calm

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living ~~and loving~~ in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]

glacial_queen

Karla figured that she really out to try watching these Olympics things, now that she had a reason to care what was happening. She should probably figure out what 'curling' was, for example. Same thing for the 'luge.'

When she turned on the teevee, her attention was immediately grabbed by the ice dancing. Between this and hockey, Karla decided she could really get behind the Olympics. They kind of reminded her of home.

[Open, though will probably be slow.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(~~wait for OCD plz!~~ ocd up!)

Current Mood: working

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders.

Well, at least Hannibal hoped so on that last one. It'd be sad if he was left by his lonesome during cheerleading practice. After all, he was a fan of pretty girls (and guys) and the squad had that in droves.

Hannibal was perched in the bleachers for the time being, drinking some water and sprawling. He'd get to work soon.

Current Mood: satisfied

findingelena.livejournal.com

Two very simple and important facts: Rose was back in Fandom, and Rose had had a rough trip. The really bad kind of rough trip, it sounded like, from what she'd said on the phone.

Elena didn't know the specifics yet. She didn't need to. Not until Rose wanted to tell her.

In the meantime, there was a roof, and there was alcohol, and there could be talking, or silence, or staring at things. Whatever worked.

"I brought rum," Elena said helpfully.

(the guardian modded with permission. open roof is open.)

Current Mood: worried

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jake had been out the whole evening, mostly sticking to the preserves. There'd been plenty of gremlins to kill, but as the night was drawing to an end, it seemed as if the gremlins were retreating back to the dormitory. Jacob followed, killing whatever gremlin was in his way. He tried to stick to the tree line, but the growls and sounds of fighting seemed to echo.

You try to fight quietly when you're an oversized werewolf getting jumped on by heaps of gremlins. And dammit, that was his tail and that hurt. He tried to snap at the gremlin to get it off, off, off. It'd be almost comical as far as a werewolf, his fur matted with blood both his own and that of the gremlins, could be considered comical.

[Open, sure!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

It was one of those nights. The kind where Elena knew she wasn't going to find sleep, not without a fight for it. Some nights, she'd get a bottle, or find a warm body for a few hours' distraction.

Neither sounded all that appealing, tonight. So instead, she was on the roof with a pack of cigarettes. Watching the city lights on the mainland, across the water. Thinking. Trying not to think.

(open roof is open! post-radio, so do not worry about dropping this, squirrels)

Current Mood: contemplative

exspeedydotcom

After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

((Open!))

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

Hinata had figured that even if Warren was more than pleasant about dealing with Yei, that it was only good manners to remove herself (and her cat) from the room at intervals just so he could spend longer than kitten could nap without Yei attempting to stalk and play with his feathers.

Yei was a bit sulky about this move it had to be admitted. She liked the feathers.

At least, until Hinata rolled a brightly coloured ball with bells in it across the floor of the common room and all thoughts of feathers disappeared from Yei’s head as things quickly reoriented themselves, in Yei's view of the world, to ‘Omigod it's moving--moving. My ball! After it! Miiine! HI BALL!’. And a fuzzy white kitten went stampeding after the ball as if it were the best thing ever.

For her part, Hinata contented herself with a book and keeping an eye on Yei.

[Ooopen as common rooms are, yes!]

furnaceface

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]

puppy_fair

Zack had been back on the island for all of a half-hour, now. Just enough time to wander his way from the Causeway back to the dorms, stop into his room, stick the gerbil into the hamster ball, and then ooze his way to the common room, where he immediately plopped himself down on the couch and proceeded to stare at the television.

There were a few missing ingredients in this equation, tonight. Such as the presence of mind to actually turn the TV on, and the notion that the gerbil would probably get more exercise if only Zack wasn't hugging the ball to his chest like a teddy bear.

Mr. Winkles attempted to scrabble up the side of his wee plastic prison, cursing humanity for the creation of the transparent torture sphere in which he was trapped. As usual, he was Not Best Pleased.

[Open, as common rooms typically are.]

likethegun

A few weeks ago, Sam had been worried about being involved in so many things. Now, he was grateful to have a variety of activities with which to distract himself, which was why he was at the gym so early setting out the mats and music for practice. Maybe if he didn't act like he was grieving, he could pretend there was nothing to grieve about.

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was restless, and so Elena was crashing on the couch in her PJs, flipping through channels and wishing something was on. Infomercial, infomercial, crappy movie that no one in their right mind would watch, black-and-white reruns, infomercial ...

Oooh, game show network. Watching people be stupid: that was entertaining. Now she just needed popcorn.

(OOC: open!)

Current Mood: bored

findingelena.livejournal.com

There were pizzas stacked on one of the convenient tables, and bottles of soda nearby. Because it seemed like as good a time as any for general hanging out. And because Zack had been squeeing about a ballpit, and had dragged her up here to show it off.

"Seriously?" Elena asked. "I don't get it. So, what, you just ... dive in there and ..."

Zack had yet to explain the actual attraction of the ball pit. Give him time.

(puppy modded with permission. open!!)

Current Mood: cheerful

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

Current Mood: amused

living_endless

For the most part, Didi liked being mortal. She loved food, she enjoyed sleep, and if there were things that were a little less enjoyable, the good parts of her life made up for it.

Then she woke up with a raging headache and a grinding cramp in her lower stomach. A few minutes later, she was in the girls' room, resting the back of her head against the cool tile as she tried to decode the instruction sheet from a box of tampons. It shouldn't have seemed nearly as complicated as it did, but, then, Didi had never exactly had to deal with this first-hand.

As soon as she'd sorted it all out, Didi vowed, she was going to eat her weight in Doritos. That might be enough to let her be her usual philosophical self about this.

[OOC: Open to girls and very brave boys who don't mind screeching. Squirrels, uh ... be discreet?]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please Wait For~~ OCD A Go!]]

Current Mood: chipper

icecoldfrost

After ~~handwavily~~ indulging in cigars last night after the broadcast, Emma wasn't craving a smoke right now. Still, she liked the roof, and had taken her AP Algebra textbook up with her to get out of her room for a bit. Hank had somehow arranged for her to take a correspondence class for credit, so that she'd have more 'traditional' classes on her transcripts. She would have preferred statistics, honestly, but algebra wasn't too painful.

And if she kept twirling a cigarette between her fingers as she worked on her assignment, well, she'd need a break soon anyway.

[open roof is open!]

Current Mood: busy

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was bored. She was still plowing through paperwork -- Turks didn't back down from challenges, thanks -- but she was going to go crazy if she didn't get some air. So she was going to set up shop in the common room while she typed up reports on her laptop, and she'd find something insane to watch on TV.

... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.

(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)

Current Mood: bored

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Despite her smart-ass comments to Dimitri the other day, Rose was having trouble getting used to Fandom's daytime schedules again.

She found herself wide-awake in the middle of the night and not wanting to bother Morgana ~~if she was there~~ in their room so Rose made her way out to the Common Room.

Grabbing a bag of cookies, Rose flopped down on the couch and flipped the tv on. It ended up on a bad ninja movie, but she wasn't so much paying attention as she went over the events of the week again.

[Omg, I am so bored at work. Plz help.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

In some ways, it felt like just yesterday that Elena had gotten here. In others, it had been ages.

One thing she was sure of: she was never going to get tired of coming up to the roof and watching the stars at night. She pulled a cigarette out, lit it, and looked for falling stars.

She didn't know any of these constellations. Maybe she should make up her own.

(Very open!)

Current Mood: pensive

icecoldfrost

Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]

Current Mood: amused

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.

puppy_fair

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

longislandiceme

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

This whole crazy American holiday meant not a damn thing to Effy. She wasn't even entirely sure what it was about, to be honest, and hadn't bothered to look it up.

Thanks to that, and the fact half the dorms seemed to be elsewhere, she'd had a pretty quiet day. Not a bad thing sometimes.

But even with her complete apathy when it came to the holiday, she knew things were going on out there, and by evening had taken to making the most of the slightly cooler evening air on the roof, where she could smoke without bothering anyone, and watch the fireworks going off on the mainland in the distance.

Sure, it wasn't the most exciting way to spend an evening, but it was good enough for her right now.

[[Open like a public roof is!]]

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