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joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan showed up to the gym early and pulled out the mats.

Once she completed that, she put on a girl power mix and started to stretch.

noboynextdoor.livejournal.com

It wasn't like Jess hadn't known that Anakin hated him. But he hadn't been aware of exactly how much he was hated until he'd spent a full day with Jar Jar Binks. They were only around Buffy for a few minutes before she and Jess both agreed that Jar Jar couldn't stay in their room, so they'd mostly been in town instead, with Jess spending most of his time trying to make sure Jar Jar bumped into as few things as possible. When evening rolled around, he decided they had no other option but to camp out in the common room again, and if anyone had a problem with that, Jess figured he could just make the person talk to Jar Jar for a few minutes, and they'd understand. Or, they'd at least flee for the sake of their sanity.

Out of desperation, Jess had turned on the television, and by some miracle, discovered that Jar Jar was absolutely fascinated by the Home Shopping Network's gem collection. Sure, it wasn't keeping him totally quiet, but he was occupied enough that Jess could think about making food without wondering what he could slip sleeping pills into.

[Open!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Surprisingly enough, Savannah got to the gym early and pulled out everything that they needed for practice. She carefully laid out the mats and set up the refrshments on the table. She wrote up the sign up sheet and then started the portable radio with some upbeat music.

After everything was in the correct place, she flopped down on one of the mats.

No really, she was stretching. See, her foot is flexing.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was nervous as she arrived at the gym and started rolling out the mats and setting things out for practice. It was her first time setting up, and she wanted everything to be just so, especially with plans for an exhibition that weekend.

She added a plate of orange slices to the snack table, then started stretching out as she waited for the rest of the squad.

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Richard J. Grayson, Esq woke up in the shower. "It was all just a dream," he said, remembering his fictional silly bout with amnesia and a nap in a church that clearly never happened. What kind of schmuck was named 'DJ' anyway? Not THIS kind of schmuck. Richard was a schmuck with money who all the women wanted and all the men wanted to be (and possibly wanted as well because he really was that hot). If only he didn't have that mysterious past that he could never reveal to ANYONE unless it was during November or February or May...

But none of that mattered right now, because he was showering. Oh yeah.

[OOC: As far as Dick is concerned, nothing before waking up in the shower happened. Also, post is open.]

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 is up! Have at it.]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Especially after encountering Dor, Turtle realized that she had slacked off on this so inexcusably that part of her was feeling she should lose the election just because she had been so slow to the punch. She'd worry about finding that Toby fellow to revoke his remarks later, because, at the moment, a button proudly announcing her campaign, she went around the dorms, putting up her posters. They were clean, colorful posters, a medley of red, white, and blue, with great sparkling stars of glitter:

Vote T.R. Wexler
for Junior Representative
A vote Wexler is a vote for experience and determination.
The T.R. doesn't stand for 'tenacious' and 'revolutionary,' but they may as well!
Please take a pamphlet for more information about the Wexler for Representative campaign

There was an arrow on the posters pointing down to a small little paper basket built into each one, and each basket contained brochures listing all of Turtle's credentials and experience, among patriotic pictures of eagles and some gremlins to represent her love for the school. It also discussed some of her platforms, like funding for clubs, better cafeteria food (always an important one), and more events to create a deeper connection between the student and the townie populations. There was also a coupon on the back for 50% off any purchase at Turtle & Canary, some buttons for the taking, and some lollipops.

With each poster she put up, she drew in a breath and looked them over, with a faint smile of satisfaction for her work, faint under the heaviness of doubt and worry. She smoothed out the poster, made sure the basket would stay under the weight of the goodies inside of it, and told herself that she just had to keep positive and do her best, and everything would be fine.

She hoped.

[[ absolutely open! ]]

[[ETA: The posters now, thanks to Dor, will vocally encourage people to vote for Turtle when they pass by =D ]]

Current Mood: determined

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Technically speaking, Firekeeper knew how to cook. Of course, her idea of 'cooking' involved grilling meat over a fire for as little time as possible, something that wasn't exactly possible indoors.

She'd seen others get food from the cupboards in the small kitchen area in the common room before, though. The only problem was that almost none of it was any sort of food she was familiar with. Well, there had been the fermented-grains drink she'd used to try and entice the skunk away from Jan, but she wasn't touching that.

She was investigating just about everything else, though, which is why there was a table in the common room spread with an array of snack foods, and a very curious wolf-girl thoughtfully nibbling away.

Blind Seer wasn't so much interested in the food as he was Firekeeper's various reactions to it, and was sprawled on a couch where he could watch.

[ooc: open like a room that is common!]

Current Mood: hungry

weetuskenraider

Tahiri'd never been the most diligent student at the Jedi Praxeum; at least, she hadn't been a slacker, but she'd never been the type to spend all her spare time in drills, either. (Why would she? With so many ancient Massassi temples to explore and so many adventures to go on with Anakin* . . .) But it hadn't escaped her that she'd need to keep her skills up, and with the rule about keeping weapons locked up around campus she had a pretty good guess that she wouldn't exactly get much of a chance for on-the-job training, as it were.

Besides that, she was restless; not that this was much of a surprise.

So she found her way down to the gym, and checked out the practice staffs until she found one with about the right heft and balance as the gaderffii she used to have. It wasn't a weapon she had much occasion to use any more, but Sliven had taught her to fight with them once, back on Tatooine before Master Tionne had found her and taken her to Yavin 4. Besides, it was a part of her past -- not Riina Kwaad, born on a Yuuzhan Vong worldship as a member of the shaper caste, but the orphaned daughter of Cassa and Tryst Veila, raised by a Tusken tribe.

She'd told Anakin once that she wasn't sure who she was any more, and he'd told her that she wasn't the same person she'd been before the Yuuzhan Vong captured her, but she was still Tahiri; as she went through a few basic drills at half speed she tried to lose herself in the familiarity of the movements. This was still part of who she was, and it was good to remember.

[OOC: Open? Why, yes.

* - Anakin Solo. Just to be clear. ;)]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee was bored. And hungry.

Generally, these two things were not a particularly good combination.

That said, she'd managed to actually follow a recipe and produce a decent (if funnily-shaped) batch of chocolate raspberry cookies.

Now, the state of the kitchen, and...her clothes, and really, her overall appearance -- that was something else. It didn't matter to her, anyway, if the flour had gotten all over so long as the right amount had ended up in the cookies. And so what if there was chocolate on her cheeks and baking powder in her hair, too.

Plus she'd eaten about half the raspberries so they might actually have been a little shy of what they should have been, but whatever, they seemed okay to her.

[~~ooooopen. save me from the boredom of cleaning my room~~ apparently rl people heard my ooc plea, and I am being dragged out to the bar! shall pick things up later! (as in tomorrow, since omg drunk.)]

Current Mood: hungry

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was more than slightly fond of the cabins and campfires; they reminded her of home, and it saddened her a little to know they'd be moving back to the dorms soon.

Determined to enjoy the time she had, she kindled a fire despite the warmth of the night and spread out a blanket on the ground nearby, then sprawled out to stare at the flames.

She absently hoped no one would trip over her.

[OOC: Open like a campfire, yes.]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

The campfire was exactly where Ella thought it would be when she stepped out of the cabin.

These days, that counted as a miracle, and Ella was grateful for it as she settled on a stump near the firepit, planning to boil some water for tea and perhaps make some toast.

Then she realized each individual piece of firewood had been individually wrapped in layers of bubblewrap, as had each teabag, the matches, and each slide of bread.

"This might take longer than I expected," she noted aloud.

[OOC: Open campfire.]

makescherries.livejournal.com

Cimorene had not yet noticed the invasion of the small children. However, she had noticed the date and realized that it was her eighteenth birthday. And she was still not married. This was a good enough reason to celebrate.

Of course, her idea of celebrating involved baking - a lot of baking. Which is why anyone who entered the second floor common room would find a neatly dressed young woman, up to her elbows in flour, cherries, and chocolate. But not all at the same time.

[ooc: Open like an open thing!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Since it was warm but not hot outside, Ned wandered out to the deck and took a seat next to one of the firepits. He lit one and stretched out beside it, enjoying the warmth from the flames.

There was a bag of marshmallows and some chocolate nearby for s'mores but he hadn't gotten that far yet. For now, he was just going to enjoy it being Friday and the week being over.

He wasn't even moping. Accomplishment!

[Oooooopen, yes.]

Current Mood: relaxed

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Project Runway was on. Of course Peter was in front of a TV.

~~He was also riding the merry-go-round that I just modded into the common room to make the OCD inventory threads explode, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem.~~

So... yeah. Peter, on a couch, watching the awesomeness that was Tim Gunn.

[open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

raspberryturk

Ron was sitting in the living room of the third floor common room, abusing the remote control and trying to find something... anything to watch. However nothing seemed to really fit the bill.

Reno was bored. Bored bored bored. And there was a common room to be bored in, which was an awesome change of pace from being bored in his dorm room. Except for how Ron was there. Abusing the remote control. That could be problematic for the curing of his boredom.

( Cranky Redheads are Cranky )

[Preplayed with

isourking, OCD is up, feel free to come on in!]

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Inara was on her way into the common room to see what was on television when she passed by a rat in a state of dishabillé, hiding behind the door frame, peeking in at a large group of rats in petticoats.

The one in the center was on a chair or stool of some kind, and singing,

Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely stra-ayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!

The singing rat hopped off the stool and gestured toward the door, almost as if she knew the rat in his knickers was standing there, sighing wistfully at her.

Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind
Why, take it, it is thine!
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart take mine!

Inara gave the rat a little nudge forward with her foot, then walked into the room and took a seat on the couches, wondering what else she would see.

[ooc: Open! We're in the first act of Pirates of Penzance, if anyone wants to play along!]

Current Mood: confused

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Someone had left a stuffed animal in the common room, and it was giving Ella fits.

It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.

The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.

"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.

[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

"So," Dean began, grinning at his double, settling on the couch with the remote, popcorn and a mlkshake, "how many zombie flicks do you think we can get through tonight?"

raspberryturk

Okay. So maybe Reno had slept through Newbie day yesterday. He wasn't going to hold himself at fault, here. He had a new pet. It just so happened to be nocturnal. Playing had to happen, and maybe it happened on into the night. That was just the way of things, dammit.

Today? Today, he was going to make an effort to be social. Or something. He had intended to make it all the way down the stairs and outside, but after the trek from the fourth floor to the third, laziness managed to set in.

So he was going to make himself comfortable in a common room that was not his own, turn on the TV, and he was going to order out for pizza. Because that counted as social. Really.

[Common room open, as common rooms are! Come on in and help yourself to the moddable pizza.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had been happy to get out of bed early so he could go and feed his horse. Well, happy apart from the fact that he had to get out of a warm bed, where Evey was curled up, and into air that was far colder than it had been the night before.

Altra had helped him find his warm clothes, and then they'd come down to the stables. While Trenor ate, Karal buckled him into his blanket, fumbling a little, but he eventually got it fastened.

His breakfast finished, Trenor snorted as he pranced around the yard, breath steaming slightly in the early morning chill. Karal leaned on the fence and watched, smile a touch sad as he came to a realisation.

Altra was perched on the fence next to him. :Are you sure?:

"Yes," Karal replied quietly. "I think it's the right thing to do."

[ooc: can be open, but will be SP as I go to bed shortly.]

the_merriest

So Rikku had found a grumpy kitty in her Flight class, and lo and behold, it was the Worf!kitty! She'd totally have to take him back to Wellspring Arms tomorrow morning when she went in to work.

For now, she was going to keep him with her, and hope he didn't kill Petey.

Hmmm. This called for a few hours in the Common Room.

"Who's such a grumpy kitty?" she cooed, at the clearly miserable angry unhappy cat who was most likely plotting her death. "Who is that?"

(OOC: so, so, so open! IMPORTANT NOTE: the Worf!kitty hates (A) being a kitty (B) everything and especially (C) you. Some light modding is okay so long as you remember those three important points. Bring your own bandages!)

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella’s motions were deliberate as she entered the salle and selected a practice sword .

She’d talked her way away from the snake-creature, but she knew she’d been lucky at that. How bright would a creature have to be to notice the curse and turn her into a puppet? Her experience with her stepsister Hattie suggested it took little intelligence at all. And then, so captured ...

She could be made to spy, or to betray anyone or anything. Any secret she knew, she’d tell at a sentence.

With equally little effort, she could be made to kill, to wound, to fight on the wrong side. She knew she’d try to resist; she also knew how futile her resistance might be.

She could be made to do darker things yet, ones that lurked half-formed in the corners of her imagination.

Given all of that, she’d sat out the weekend’s fighting, terrified she would only hurt as she tried to help. But now it was Monday, and Hades was gone.

She still couldn’t stop someone from taking her with a word; that was at Lucinda’s mercy, and Lucinda was nowhere to be found. But she could make herself harder to take by force. It was a protection not just for herself, but for all around her.

And so she took up the sword.

[OOC: Open!]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella needed to mend the blouse she had torn the week before, but she was too bored and restless to stay in her room. She took it and her little sewing kit out to the common room and perched on the couch, frowning at her needle and thread. The fact she knew how to sew from her time at finishing school didn't make it any fun at all.

[OOC: Ooooopen.]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick was fairly sure that the whole "volcano spewing ash" thing wasn't good, but, really, how often did you get to see something like this? Rarely if ever, that's how often.

That's why Dick was up on the roof, sitting on a lawnchair, under a patio umbrella (to keep him relatively rain and ash-free), taking pictures of the volcano. He figured he was mostly safe until there was lava anyway. In the meantime he'd get a good record of a potentially devastating natural phenomenon.

[OOC: Open in case there's anyone else ready to risk potential firey death or years of lung problems from inhaling ash in the name of a good view. Also, I don't know what it is with me and roofs today.

ETA: I was dragged off for a couple hours by a friend. Sorry for any slowness during that time!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg wanted to reward herself after working hard today. A cupcake sort of reward. So after showering (she had been playing in the dirt all day) she headed to the kitchen to see if there were any cupcakes in the fridge. But there wasn't any. Not even regular cake. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and make her own damn reward. Meg's cupcakes were better than store-bought ones anyhow.

[Open. I am so bored.]

Current Mood: busy

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was not nervous; in fact, she was rather excited that Aravis had ~~handwavily~~ agreed to show her some swordplay. She found some modern clothes that seemed like they'd make sense for such training, then got to the salle early and started to stretch out, eyeing the weapons as she worked.

She wondered if picturing Hattie would help improve her accuracy.

[OOC: Mostly for Aravis but open.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Today warranted soup.

It wasn't really the weather that had him making the soup. It wasn't even a desperate desire for something that was in the soup. He just wanted soup today, something warm and tasty and in a big enough quantity that perhaps someone else might be tempted to come by and take some. He wanted to feed someone as much as he'd wanted to cook and there was a sizable portion left.

Liir, for his part, was still working on his broom research for Ino and so was enjoying his portion on the couch in the common room with a couple of the books open around him as he scribbled things into his notebook. The books might look a little odd to anyone who'd walk in, the text blurred and hazy, but he didn't seem to be having any trouble with them.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

The rain was threatening, again, and the day was cool enough that Ella was wearing a cloak over her blouse and skirt. But she'd spent too much time reading in her alcove lately, and wanted to spend more time outdoors before they left the cabins entirely. She neatly built a small campfire, half-wishing she'd bought some marshmallows to roast over it. But that was a small matter.

She settled on a log by the fire, propped her chin on one hand, and let her mind wander as she watched the flames dance.

[OOC: Open.]

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby liked camping Fandom-style. He could sunbathe by the campfire when it wasn't raining, and lounge about in the air conditioning when it was. Either way, there was little to no reason to wear a shirt.

Of course, no matter what the weather brought, life wasn't perfect and he and Kevin were through. Toby sat in front of the fire pit not bothering to hide his red-rimmed eyes with dark glasses.

Mostly because he thought glasses made him look less hot.

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Lois didn't have any problem with starting campfires. Cooking on said campfires? Little more of a problem. Since there was a surprising lack of marshmallows around, she managed to steal of box of somebody's graham crackers from the cabin. Lois was currently laying against a log with the box of graham crackers in her lap. She was trying not to eat the whole box but dammit, they were good.

[Open!]

Current Mood: happy

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella found a letter from Char in her mail, so she was happily rereading it after she stoked a small campfire and set some bread borrowed from her class near it to toast.

It sounded like Ayortha was dreadfully dull. She'd have to write a good letter, then, to cheer him up. She drafted a reply in her head as she waited for her meal to be ready.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Blair's thread is after any others chronologically.]

stucklikadope.livejournal.com

After a day spent frolicking in the Preserve with all her new friends, Giselle was almost sad to have woken back up as a girl. But the sun was shining, and she'd made a lovely fire and even found some yummy breakfast food in the living room of the cabin.

Her friends - the squirrels and chipmunks and even a few teal deer - were still sitting around the campfire, and Giselle was talking animatedly to them, slightly saddened they didn't talk back like they did in Andalasia.

[OOC: Campfire! Open! Breakfast!]

raspberryturk

The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had no idea what any of the cabin names meant, so he'd (handwavily) done some reasearch. And was left wondering why everyone else got cabins named after constellations, and he was stuck in the cabin named after a degenerative disease. So he'd done some MORE research and discovered he was in the BEST CABIN EVAR.

Which is why he had "Hungry Like the Wolf" looping in the background while he got the fire going.

[Open like an open thing!]

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