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tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

Current Mood: contemplative

lockestheway

Peter prided himself in being able to adapt to any situation in a short span of time. By the end of this week, he was genuinely no longer thrown by their current location. Skeptical of half the stories that had been told him, yes, but a touch of healthy skepticism had never helped anyone.

He'd also noticed the importance everyone here seemed to put on their friendships with one another. Their little common room get-togethers. And, wel, it was obvious he was already a little behind, PR-wise, here. So what else could he do but move his ass to the common room in the morning and set out some cereal? Enough to make it look like a properly catered breakfast.

It took a little planning, sure. But if his brother had managed to make friends here - of course he had - then he'd just have to pretend to be just as loveable as Ender to get ahead.

So, cereal, a stack of plates, bread, stuff like that. And Peter with a bowl of cornflakes, watching the news.

[[ open! ]]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Looked like she'd made it.

Close enough. Though it felt like thinking it was like tempting her composure to break, or some kind of hell to jump them in the next week. One more final, and that wasn't until Friday. She was not revising, nor was she particularly planning to. It was a class about dealing with morons. Felt she pretty much had that down.

In the meantime, she was making an effort to relax, and not think about all that shit crowding in. She was in her usual place, on the edge of the roof, for once not smoking a thing. It was just warm up here in the sun, and the edge made a half-decent place to stretch out on her back and stare at the sky -- provided she remembered not to roll over.

When things started creeping in on the edges of her vision, she just closed her eyes, breathed slowly and forced calm. Everything was fine.

[[It's an open roof, with the warning for Effy's regular brand of less-than-stable.]]

Current Mood: bored

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Aside from yesterday's class, Effy hadn't bothered to leave her room since the weekend. Losing time was more than a little disorientating, and as with everything she tended to brood on the 'why's far more than was healthy. Implied either she was shit at keeping in contact with people, or that she wasn't around to be in contact with. One thought was a little more disturbing than the other.

Eventually the quiet got a little too much, and she had to get out. Even if out wasn't far out. The weekend of nothingness combined with struggling with conflicting emotions had done a bit of a number on her ability to cope with everything else and she needed to clear her head or go a little stir crazy.

Yes, it was raining, but since her mind was somewhere completely different, she didn't really seem to care. The cold, and a refreshing breeze might do her good.

[[Open deck, if there's anyone else weird enough to be outside in this weather... and depending on LJ's level of cooperation.]]

Current Mood: weird

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy was really starting to work out the reasoning behind the madness that was a massive ballpit in a high school. It was for shit like this weekend, wasn't it? It was for thoroughly exhausting a kid by repeatedly throwing her in and waiting for her to swim and scramble her way out again.

That was what she figured. It was just lucky Adele was tiny enough that it still worked. After what felt like a few fucking hundred times round, and now kind of achy arms, Effy was starting to wonder just how long it was going to take before the kid met sleeptime exhaustion.

From the non-stop chatter and bouncing of the five-year old in front of her she was guessing the answer was not yet. "Seriously?" The energy levels would not go down.

[[Yep, also completely open. I mean, c'mon, BALL PIT.]]

Current Mood: hopeful

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Making coffee wasn't exactly rocket science, but waiting for it to brew was maybe going to kill Caroline.

"Come on, come on, come on!" she ordered impatiently, leaning against the counter in hopes that her stare would make the machine work faster. "If I felt like taking half my day to get coffee, I'd have gone into town and flirted with the barista. Or like, paddled a freaking boat to Colombia to get the beans from Juan Valdez. This is just ridiculous."

She paused, realizing what she was doing. "Oh God, why am I talking to inanimate objects?"

Another pause as the coffee pot groaned in percolation completion. "Aaaand now I'm talking to myself. Great. Fantastic. Now I'll just pour myself some coffee and hope that I can manage to drink enough to shut up." Extra sugar mixed with her caffeine could only help that, right? Whatever, the coffee was good and the sofa was comfortable and it was Sunday and there was nothing better to do.

[Very much open.]

Current Mood: rejuvenated

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Being up before noon was a fucking lousy way to start the weekend but it couldn't be helped. He was up and, even more horrific, he was awake so there was no way faking sleep would turn into real sleep. Nathan barely knew what morning looked like and know he was turning into some morning person. Good fucking lord.

After showering and getting himself into some warm clothes, he'd shuffled down to the common room to try and find something to eat. Of course, the only uncooked thing he managed to find was an apple (pass) which meant he was going to have to try and cook something. Waffles seemed like the easiest thing so he'd dumped them on a plate and shoved them into the microwave.

"Now," he said to the microwave as he started to get the waffles cooking, "if you catch on fire, this is not my fault and I'm absolved of all guilt. So don't fucking catch on fire."

He wanted breakfast that wasn't burned to a crisp. Blackened waffles might be a delicacy somewhere but they were not going in his stomach.

[Common rooms are open things so open post!]

Current Mood: quixotic

therewaslife

It was still chilly but Bod was feeling a bit of cabin fever so going up to the roof to escape that seemed logical despite the chill. He'd just bundled up (and added a doofy hat to combat the now shorter hair) and left it at that. He was used to colder temperatures so this really wasn't all that bad. The sun was shining and it warmed him when he turned his face up towards it.

Bod didn't quite feel good but he didn't feel awful today either. Maybe it was the fresh air or maybe it was the quiet contemplation he'd been getting plenty of lately. He didn't know. He did know that classes would soon start and that he'd have even more things to occupy his time. There were plans to look for a job and plans to expand his horizons a bit via the school's clubs.

Right now, he was just standing against the roof's ledge, hands in his pockets and eyes closed.

[Open, sure]

Current Mood: peaceful

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

All her classes over for the week made it about the right time to start on the weekend, right? Effy figured that was about how it should go.

It was too fucking cold (and sugary) outside for her to want to be going anywhere far, though, so her food was coming to her. She'd almost, almost felt sorry for pulling the pizza guy out when she wasn't willing to leave the dorms herself. But then she remembered the only other options would actually involve her going out there, and... No thanks. Or her cooking. Also not a popular option.

A streak of selfishness prevailed there, and she felt no remorse whatsoever by the time she slouched back to pick at her pepperoni and watch (and silently mock) some dumb action movie she found flicking through the channels.

Every once in a while, she could just be a completely normal teenager.

[[Open common room. I'm cold and bored and more cold.]]

Current Mood: relaxed

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

It was that time of year again. One of Effy's favourites, in fact. Who didn't love a cultural excuse to sit in the dark, set shit alight and just sit and watch it burn? Not having fireworks wasn't too big a deal, really. Could still come out and play with flames. That was better than nothing.

So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.

... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.

[[Open, as these things are!]]

Current Mood: thoughtful

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy was still keeping a low profile. The last month had been messed up enough that getting herself to the point where she wanted to spend much time around other people had been a mission and a half. But, she'd picked herself up to at least seeming like she was alright and back to her normal self. It was better.

Then things like this happened, waking up to a disembodied hand next to her alarm clock actually wasn't her idea of fun, and they seemed to be everywhere. Creepy was what they were, and she retreated to the roof in the idle hope it'd be less... handsy, up there.

Which it kind of was. But she was still left eying this one that was edging its way towards the pack of fags she'd put down on the edge of the roof as she lit her cigarette. "Fuck off, you can't even smoke." Yeah, she could just put them away, but there was something more fun about getting to shoot the Thing dirty looks.

[[Open roof!]]

Current Mood: lethargic

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.

Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.

Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.

[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]

Current Mood: listless

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

After this weekend, was it really surprising that Effy still couldn’t sleep? It was better here, better not being so alone... But every time she closed her eyes it was still burning children, dead and deformed monsters, and maniacs wielding six foot long swords.

The roof was a sort of sanctuary for her. Quiet, open, free, and she slipped away from Alex, still wearing just the oversized t-shirt she’d been sleeping in, and came up to let the air clear her head. The thought of getting properly dressed for this barely crossed her mind.

She curled up on the edge of the roof, arms wrapped around her balled up form, shirt over her knees and toes just over the edge, and stared out across the island in an almost trance-like state.

[[Roof of angst and emo can be open ofc, but I’m on extreme work-related SP until this afternoon!]]

Current Mood: listless

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley hadn't done a whole lot of camping back at his old school. And while he'd visited a few campfires since his arrival at Fandom, it was still pretty new to him. Which was why he could find himself seated at the main campfire on Sunday, enjoying the fire quietly while his favorite book turned into a stuffy old English man lectured him on the various types of demons known to enjoy campfires.

He did have food, more in case anyone else showed up than for himself. Except for the graham crackers. Those were totally his and he wasn't going to share. But everything else, though. He'd share.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

For once Rose didn't feel like being outside - something about the humidity or the thunderstorms or whatever. She didn't feel like being in her room which still felt too empty without Morgana there either so she found herself down in the common room with the music turned up loudly.

Even better, in the refrigerator, there was a tube of chocolate chip dough. Rose eyed it warily. Should it be eaten with a spoon or should she try to make cookies? The oven was on and a cookie sheet was out, but the possibility of ruined cookies was high once they actually went in the oven. Difficult choices for a Monday afternoon.

Current Mood: apathetic

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

It felt like a day to get out of his room. Really, everyday felt like that but today more than others. He was getting that restless, walls closing in feeling that he tended to get every few months. It'd put him into a bad mood (though he hadn't gotten out of that from a few days ago) and made him snappy and irritable.

That, naturally, brought him to the roof and had him sprawled out on the edge of the roof, cigarette stuck between his lips, earbuds in his ears playing some raucously loud, and hand tucked underneath his head. It was warm and he'd probably get some sun but he wasn't one to burn. Benefit of coming from the Midwest where you either got sun or you moved.

At least he'd foregone walking along the ledge of the roof and probably causing a panic in a few people that didn't know him. He was being safe by contrast. Laying on the roof's ledge meant he'd have to roll over to fall instead of missing a step and falling. Completely safer.

[Roof's open. Summer is too long.]

Current Mood: discontent

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

While everyone else might be down at the beach, getting their party on, Effy was making the most slightly emptier than usual dorms, by taking herself to the usually even emptier roof. Parties on this island were rarely Effy's style, and she didn't know this girl anyway...

It had been a while, since they'd been out at the cabins all this time and it being so fucking hot, since she'd spent any real time up here, and she actually kinda missed it. Something about the freedom of a view like this, maybe? The feel of sitting right on that edge. Something.

So now the evening was cooling things a little, she was sitting on the edge of the roof, hugging her knees as she smoked and looked out across the island. Spent a lot of time thinking (too much, probably), and this gave her just a little more of that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

Current Mood: contemplative

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Today was bound to be a shitty day for Effy.

Carried around enough issues as it was, without them suddenly sprouting up in luggage all over the fucking place. Really didn't want to be dealing with any of this. There was a reason she liked her denial.

Island didn't seem to care, though. Suitcase labeled with 'watched sibling get hit by a bus' as a giant reminder of one of the worst moments of her life was just the first thing to pop up. Just great. It got a blanket thrown over it in no time at all. That left her with an easily hidden 'beat someone with a rock' backpack to throw into a drawer, and kicking of a 'defective parenting' overnight bag under the bed in her alcove. Well, that and the hope that vacating to the campfire outside would help.

Which no, just had her glaring at the large box helpfully marked 'trust issues' which got dumped in the soon blazing campfire with no hesitation at all. At least out here any baggage that showed up could be disposed of immediately.

[[Open campfire, like they are!]]

Current Mood: blank

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

The fact it was getting a little dark out up here wasn't the sort of things to deter Effy. She liked it, actually. It was comfortable, and besides, the roof was beginning to feel like an extension of her room, the amount of time she managed to spend up here doing absolutely fuck all. It was still warm, it felt like it was building up into some kind of storm, and damn she wanted to watch.

For once, she wasn't up here brooding, smoking, drinking or any of those other self-destructive habits she had and loved so much. Just leaning back and watching the sky to see where it would go.

[[It's a roof, and totally open!]]

Current Mood: peaceful

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck had initially been happy to have his workshops only at the end of the week, but by Wednesday, he was bored. He'd worked out. He'd touched up his mohawk. He'd even tried calling everyone he knew back in Lima (some of them more than once, but Santana said Cheerios practice was too busy for her to have phone sex with him.)

So, he was lounged in front of the television, watching a documentary. If it hadn't been about video games, he would have already fallen asleep. As it was, he was only being kept awake by the sheer power of that guy's douchiness.

[omg I just saw that movie and it is insane. open like a CR!]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

[[open common room!]]

Current Mood: contemplative

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitten_notshy

Jack had arranged his week to have a three-day weekend for ease of travel back and forth to Baltimore. Of course, now that he wasn't visiting Baltimore so much, it meant he had a long chunk of dead time at the end of every week. It bothered him.

Today, he was trying to fill that time in the common room. There was some rerun on the television -- a wacky doctor show, full of adults acting like children in ways intended to be humorous -- but Jack's attention was on a chess board he'd pried free from the back of the storage shelves. He didn't play chess regularly, but he was decent enough to find it a good mental exercise.

He was playing himself. Right now, the black side seemed to be winning, but Jack saw a way for his white pieces to regain their advantage.

[OOC: Open common room, natch.]

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.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.

He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract ~~cute girls~~ people to common rooms?"

Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Since it was safe to go out on the roof this week, that's exactly where Alex was and planned on being for awhile. He had a full pack of cigarettes and a half a bottle of something that definitely wasn't water. That was sitting at his feet though since he was currently laying on his back on the edge of the roof, cigarette stuck between his lips as he stared up at the cloudy sky.

He wasn't brooding (despite someone else's thoughts to the contrary) because brooding involved thinking and Alex's brain was blissfully devoid of any thoughts right now. Just a happy buzzing and some pleasant fuzz. He needed to feel like this more often.

Relaxation totally counted as a strenuous activity. He wasn't Rose, he didn't feel the need to train all damn day just to garner the attention of someone he liked. And he wasn't nearly as short and stout as she was. For that, he was pretty damn grateful.

[first, the roof is open! second, there were no dorms post yesterday so i had to make up for that! third, i told

guardianborn i was gonna retaliate for her post and la.]

Current Mood: relaxed

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Having her day kicked off being presented with her very own squalling droid baby was hardly a fortuitous start of anything as far as Effy was concerned, and being cooped up indoors (or anywhere she could be found to have it handed back to her) somehow wasn't an option that appealed.

The fog out here might be creepy and unnatural, but then, to a certain extent so was she. Anyway, there was something about the atmosphere of it that intrigued her even while it gave her shivers, and so she'd taken herself for a bit of a walk in the grey and quickly fading light. Wasn't intending on staying out much after dark, because even she'd seen a few good zombie flicks, but until then she might as well make the most of a little fresh air.

Fresh, heavily fogged air.

[[Expecting one, buuuut it can be open before that, I suppose!]]

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Opheliac - Emilie Autumn

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Close enough to spring and being almost warm, that enjoying being outside didn't seem as crazy as it might've done just a week or two ago. Something Effy was going to take advantage of since she didn't have classes, or anything much else to be doing today. So she was stretched out on one of those loungers, just her and her cigarette and a water bottle, lazily enjoying the peace of the afternoon. If she was back home there'd probably be endless grey as she looked up, seeing the crystal blue was... nice. She'd admit that.

Considering how much last weekend had knocked her off, and how comparatively relaxed she was feeling today you could probably bet good money that whatever was in that water bottle was not water.

[[and it is open!]]

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Broken - Daau

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Classes for the week all well over, and Effy not really being the sort to go for unnecessary work, especially with half term (spring break, whatever) coming up, was out getting her unwinding kicked off a little early.

Might be cold, but it was at least pretty and sunshiney and cold, and Effy was lost in thought and idly picking petals off her now wilting Valentine's day flowers, dropping them off the roof and watching them float down and away in the light breeze. Everyone relaxed in different ways, and Effy always had been... unconventional, to say the least.

This time in a couple days she'd be in the fucking Bahamas. That was a pretty good thing to be musing on, wasn't it? Especially since it was bloody freezing right here, right now.

[[Open roof is totally open, but work induced SP may occur.]]

Current Mood: peaceful

The thing about having wings and living on an island where, theoretically, one could walk around with them in plain view without raising a huge fuss was that, sooner or later, one had to get ideas about the whole thing.

And Warren's idea as he stood on the edge of the roof looking out over the island once again was this; That he had wings. That it would be a sin to just keep them bunched up underneath that coat of his for the rest of his life, after leaping out a window in order to keep from losing them in the first place.

And oh, yes. That he could fly. That was the important bit, right there.

That was why this evening, as he made his way up to the roof, he was shrugging out of his coat. Because he'd had these wings since he was just a little kid, and he'd used them twice. Twice. And both times had been more exhilarating than he'd ever imagined they could be, and he wanted more.

Just as soon as he was finished balking at the fact that he was standing on the edge of the roof, and all. Maybe he should have started on the ground?

[Open roof is open! Why not, right?]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona had been looking for Griff most of the day when she finally settled in the common room to hopefully catch him as he walked to his room. Of course, she knew it was entirely possible that he'd never actually walk past her, considering his talent, but it was as good an idea as any she could figure out. The little wrapped present sat next to her as she read, a glass of egg nog sitting on the table beside her mostly because that was what she'd read she was supposed to do. The TV wasn't on, but she wouldn't mind if it was. She wouldn't really mind anything right about now, because this book was even more boring than the last three times she'd read it.

[open as these things are]

icecoldfrost

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

Current Mood: chipper

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

[[Open for all!]]

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was bored and tired of hanging around his room so when he finally got out of bed on Friday he decided to get out for a bit. Not to a common room since his post-Thanksgiving hangover wasn't allowing for him to be quite that social at the moment, but he knew he could handle being out on the roof for a bit. It was cold, but nothing Chuck couldn't handle. The scarf did more than make him look fantastic, you know.

[Oooopen]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

So, apparently America had one major downfall (aside from the fluorescent cereal and shit tea), and that was showing itself tonight. Fifth of November, and she suspected that unless she did something about it, no bonfire night anything.

Not that she'd be putting in a huge amount of effort herself. A packet of sparklers, some toffee apples and a bonfire was all she needed to do her bit of celebration.

Oh, and an effigy to burn. Close enough to a guy for her, and so she was out on the deck by one of the fire pits, watching the flames as she turned it over in her hands.

[[I'm out for a chunk later on, because, zomg BONFIRE NIGHT. But the deck is ooopen, and I'll be back around after I've seen my share of fireworks!]]

Current Mood: cheerful

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

For kind of a slow week, tonight could actually be quite interesting, if she decided to make it that way.

Halloween had never really been a big thing for her. That was England for you. Anyway, Effy was pretty much guaranteed to be dressed up in black as it was. What she was wearing? Not a costume in the slightest.

For now, she was leaning back against the edge of the roof, smoking and considering where to spend the best part of her night. Had to be something decent going on out there. Something that wasn't begging for candy like a five year-old. Maybe on the mainland... Well, she'd work on that in a minute.

[[Effy is (as usual) antisocial, but the roof is totally open!]]

Current Mood: thoughtful

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After the week he'd had, Alex was pretty glad to be done with it with a week long vacation in the forecast. Of course, the night was made even better after an earlier trip to the mainland yielded a brownie and something a little bit more exciting than cigarettes to smoke. He thought he deserved a break.

Of course, he'd had to listen to the guy (who'd been dressed in full lumberjack apparel, complete with ear flaps, for some reason) drone on and on about how cute otters were for the longest time before throwing money at him and leaving with the purchase. The brownie hadn't been any easier to acquire since he'd gotten stopped by some street vendor on the way back who'd waved Miley Cyrus' CD in his face and promised a brownie if he'd give him a soundbyte for some website.

Two minutes, one 'I'm sure she's excellent when on her back', one brownie and one small bag later, he was finally back on the island and seriously wondering if the craziness from Fandom was starting to spread out.

[i told

fabulous_secret that i was going to incorporate three things she liked into a post because it's her birthday and ta da!

guardianborn made the request for lumberjacks. roof is, as always, open!]

Current Mood: mellow

So yesterday had been interesting for Jaina, between her brother being in town, and meeting another Luke from a time when Jaina wasn't really around, and hanging out with her alternate universe step-grandmother who she was going to pass in age soon and her three-month-old aunt, and kind of sort of flirting with another version of her boyfriend (was that wrong? She honestly had no idea), and then she'd listened to the radio and oh hey, more surprises there!

Jaina had a couple hours till she was supposed to meet Jacen and find out what fresh trauma had occurred, so she'd decided to start out with breakfast. Unfortunately her attempt at an omelet had turned into scrambled eggs that had still been runny and gross somehow, and adding things to it hadn't helped. She'd blame her culinary failure on stress, but the truth was that she just was a really bad cook.

As she surveyed the mess, she decided that know what, she was just going to have cereal and this would get cleaned up later.

[Open like an open thing!]

Current Mood: hungry

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had nothing to do on Wednesdays, which meant that he slept in until it was borderline criminal (and the yellow paint on the walls of his room gave him a headache), then poked around looking for something to entertain him.

Today he had settled on tossing dice in the third floor common room and hoping someone would come along who could cook for him. The burnt remains of what had been a package of bacon in the trash can--and the smoke in the room--would let people know how Mat's first attempt at fending for himself had worked out.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Go To Sea No More - The Dubliners

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Last week... last couple of weeks, actually had been made up of a few ups and downs (along with a couple of interesting interludes). Effy supposed it was all supposed to balance out so she could call it 'okay', but somehow she couldn't. Not really.

Or, not truthfully, anyway. But when was Effy ever completely honest about that sort of thing. At least she had the weekend, and Tony's visit, to look forward to. There was that.

That, and it was still nice enough, even getting into autumn, to just throw a leather jacket over her shoulders and come out to enjoy her free afternoon relaxing and reading. Nothing wrong with a bit of philosophy on your day off. Wasn't even smoking yet, even if she had the materials for it with her. She could get to that later.

[[She's completely disturbable, open roof and all.]]

Current Mood: blank

glacial_queen

Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. ~~Hold for~~ OOC is up!]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Even after a couple of hours to uh, get used to her new parts, Effy was still a little unimpressed by the situation. Look, she liked guys. A lot. That didn't mean she wanted to be one, particularly. As sure as she was that it would wear off... It was weird.

Smoking was really her best counter for that sort of thing, and it didn't take her long after sorting out something to wear that actually fitted her before she was getting restless and ventured out on the roof to sit in her traditional spot, cross-legged and pull out a pack.

Her body may have changed, but she definitely had not.

[[Roof is open like, well, a roof.]]

Current Mood: restless

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

So someone was now in student council. Therefore, someone was on the roof--a place that was always smart to go when you were her--celebrating.

With diet Coke and a book.

WHOA THERE, JEAN. LET'S NOT GO CRAZY.

But that's what she was doing. So. Nyah.

[[Open like a roof!]]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

As much as he hated being that guy who did work in public, Chuck found that his room had ~~too much porn~~ too many distractions to really get anything done. And he really had to get stuff done. That parents thingamawhatsit was in a few weeks and Chuck had to make sure his bars would be something worth showing his father. So he took his laptop with him to the common room and settled down on the couch.

Well he couldn't work without background noise so he started channel surfing. The first thing that came up was that stupid Jonas Brothers show. As if he was watching that. So he went up a channel. The Werewolf Journals. Chuck was fairly sure he needed to be high to enjoy that.

Another channel. The Valley. Uh, no, not watching that.

Another one. Dusk. Not that either, thank you.

And another one. Rumor Gal. Oh hell no.

At that point Chuck threw the remote against the couch and groaned. "Great, I get the TV that has been possessed by a thirteen year old girl."

[I don't even know. CR post is open, of course]

Current Mood: confused

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.]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy had barely been in the country two hours, and after spending the previous eight stuck on a plane and the time before that with her her mum, she wasn't really feeling like dealing with people.

So she had a choice. Stay in her room, where there was a distinct possibility she'd have to deal with her roommate's sing-songy cheer, go and be sociable with the new kids, or go smoke in her traditional spot on the edge of the roof.

Guess, just guess, which of those options she chose?

She'd probably succumb to exhaustion and jetlag at some point and go back to her room. It was gone midnight back in England, and that was kind of inevitable. In the meantime, she was pretty wired, and staying right here.

[[Open roof is still open, even if Effy isn't in the best of moods.]]

Current Mood: exanimate

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