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annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

wasthecuteone

Today the snacks table sported the usual beverage options and snack fund jar, plus a plate of red velvet cupcakes Petra had made (starting with a devil's food cake mix, she wasn't afraid to admit) and a smaller plate of vegan red velvet cupcakes from J,GoB with a little sign propped up next to it reading, "Vegan!" with a little smiley face.

"Hey, guys!" Petra said. "I hope everyone's having a good week, and wasn't too traumatized by last Thursday." She shuddered a little dramatically and said, "So, okay, business first, I talked to Tony from the frat and they're doing a sort of Secret Valentine thing, where you can sign up to be paired up with someone on Valentine's Day. It totally doesn't have to be a romantic thing, it can just be to have someone to hang out with and eat chocolate or whatever. I thought it sounded really cool and I promised I'd tell you guys about it, so, I have. They're doing signups in the lobby with the Student Council flower sales and dance tickets, so hit all that up on your way out the door if you haven't already. If you want to, I mean.

"Anyway, that got me thinking, we can't let the frat beat us, right? We should do something cool for the student body. Valentine's Day is pretty much covered, but there'll be other holidays, or we could do something just because it's Friday some week or whatever. So I just want to toss that out there. Does anybody have any ideas? For a St. Patrick's Day activity or something? And even if you don't, is there anything anyone wants to talk about with the club this week?"

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Okay, so, it was Saturday night and Britta felt a little lame about the fact that she was up on the roof with nothing better to do than smoke some...cigarettes, but it hardly felt like Friday when you'd basically taken an extended weekend and didn't get back until Wednesday. So she was actually enjoying the chance to just know that there was a good spot in this place for just reflecting and smoking...cigarettes.

From the stash of...tobacco she'd gotten on her little trip. Man. A lot of the guys she smoked with in Riverside claimed there was nothing better than homegrown, but...

"I beg to differ, gentlemen," Britta said to no one in particular after a satisfied inhale and a pleased sigh. "I beg to differ."

[[ open roof is open! ]]

withasword.livejournal.com

Today was a quiet day. Kate hadn't even done her usual training routine. She took issue with running outside as soon as the weather reached the sort of level that risked her ploughing into another person, wall, or poorly placed tree thanks to pelting rain, mud and cold.

... Yeah, and if she was quite honest, she just wasn't feeling it this week. But the wet and cold was a good excuse.

All of which led to Kate being here, in the common room, half-reading a book on cryptids. Which in her experience, did exist, and usually had teeth. Metaphorically or literally. Too many times to count had she found this out at the wrong moment. Her mind however, was also half on the upcoming holiday, and how best to break it to Greg that she really didn't want to come back for it.

The large plate of cookies on the coffee table had been found behind the door. It was likely she was waiting for a suitable guinea pig before she risked trying them herself.

[[ common room is open, as these things are! ]]

Current Mood: busy

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

~~Moddable~~ ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Still feeling more than a bit vexed (and not at all relieved to find out others were experiencing similar circumstances thanks to the posters she'd seen about), Elphaba busied herself in the common room kitchen that evening with baking a vegan apple pie.

She found that if she kept busy, she didn't get too upset. Which was important as she didn't want to accidentally break anything with her magic. Which seemed a likely possibility if she let herself go unchecked.

She had the TV in the common room tuned in to some strange television show about people who came into a shop to sell all sorts of odd things, and then would haggle with the shopkeeps. It was at least somewhat realistic, Elphaba thought to herself.

[ooc: Open common room!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba had no guests, so she had some time on her hands this weekend. So, when it came to Sunday Evening, she decided to do a spread of fresh fruits and vegetables and some vegan dips in the common room. It took quite a bit of work, but she thought it rather satisfying.

She even turned on the TV, finding a channel showing something called Celebrities Underwater. She had no idea what it was, but she was rather surprised how long the Kardashian person could hold their breath.

[ooc: Open like a Common Room!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba was unhappy. She'd just been figuring out what sort of things she wanted to explore after getting done with school in Fandom, and now she'd gotten a letter from her father informing her that she'd be attending Shiz University, not for her own edification but instead to act as her sister's caretaker.

The note about how it was so gracious of the school to let Elphaba also actually attend classes while seeing to her sister's needs was the part that really had gotten under her skin. So instead now she was sitting in the common room, the TV showing some insane talk show with a redheaded gentleman host, and she was eating some vegan cookies. Because even when she was eating out of anger, she stuck to her metaphorical moral guns.

[ooc: Open common room!]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan knew that this place was much different than her own world- it still felt strange to think of it that way but she supposed that was the best way to put it- and she was determined to adapt as quickly as possible. The most glaring differences were the technological ones, and so she'd started there.

She'd quickly decided that anyone who took longer than five seconds to deduce what a light switch was for and how to work it was an idiot. With that accomplished, she moved on to the common room, testing out whatever it was she didn't immediately recognize and see if she couldn't figure it out. To her surprise, it hadn't been difficult to work anything. It was almost as if she already knew how to turn these things on and make them go, which she knew was ridiculous. She'd never seen these devices before, so there was no way that she would know how to operate them, and therefore they just had to be simple to operate.
The only thing that was causing any trouble at all was the television. Susan knew that pushing the button would make it turn on, and she'd figured out that pushing these other buttons would make whatever was on the screen change. Of course, anyone coming into the room would find her doing so by standing next to the television and making the channels change that way. She was already deciding everything on this thing was drivel. There would never be any reason to learn to use the remote.

[Open!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce made his way over to the common room, curious to see if there would be any change in the television's treatment of him as part of his final year on the island. He turned it on only to find...

Football. Plain, simple, American football.

"Preseason football?" Bruce asked himself. "That's even more pointless than what I usually get." Bruce was apparently not a fan of exhibition games. He was so focused on his standard television challenge that he barely realized there was cake on the coffee table with a sign next to it saying, "Free cake."

As such, he didn't know where it came from. But he wasn't going to try it, just in case it was a trap.

[OOC: My only excuse is that I'm kind of tired. I don't even know. Anyway, open CR.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had...kind of had a Day. Yes, with a capital D. And she was feeling helpless on top of exhausted -- she hadn't been sleeping well, on top of that Day-with-a-capital-D.

When she felt helpless, she did what she knew how to do: she cooked. She'd already decided she had to feed Karla, and that was of course going to get done if she had to throw the macaroni and cheese she was making (from scratch, thank you) at her friend. But it seemed wasteful, especially when it seemed like the vast majority of people were as much on edge as she was, and probably weren't eating well.

She dug out some fruit from the fridge, too, trying to keep things somewhat nutritional as she set the second batch of pasta to boil.

[common room is oooopen!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Tony found himself run afoul of the 'televisions hate rich kids' curse that always hit Bruce when he watch television in a public place. Not that he knew that was probably the case, but still...

It was bad enough to distract him from trying to take the TV apart to just make it stop.

Megacroc vs Hypergator.

Only on the SyFy channel would such a monstrosity come about. "Oh, c'mon! I could make a better robot than that CGI!"

[[Open, of course]]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was nice to be back in the dorms where there were walls and doors and bed that he didn't nearly roll off of every single goddamn morning. It was nice to be able to go down the hall and flop down on a comfortable sofa instead of sitting his ass down on a log and risking splinters in that unpadded area. Yes, he had a flat ass, what of it? It came with the skinniness.

In Nathan's opinion, dorms were much better than cabins and, to him, his opinion was gospel. The telly was on but Nathan wasn't really paying attention to the dill, boring drone of the news. He'd gotten an interesting text from Kelly telling him about their new probation worker (called Shaun, apparently) and how he hadn't tried to kill anyone yet. Sally was still missing in action, apparently. Nathan texted Kelly to ask Simon about that because he had the sneaking suspicion that the little pervert was keeping her in his closet but Kelly just told him to shut the fuck up and be nice.

Nathan scoffed at that text and was now trying to get Kelly to admit she missed him. It wasn't going well. And eventually, he got bored and start channel surfing while he waited for Kelly to stop being such a fucking stick in the mud.

"God, I should just read a book if this shit is all the choice I have to watch," he muttered and made a face as he kept flipping channels.

[Open common room, open post]

Current Mood: bored

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

As Rilla was practically fifteen right now, she felt quite grown-up enough to attempt to light the campfire by herself and managed without setting anything other than the kindling ablaze. In a long-ish skirt and multiple layers, this was a trickier business than you might imagine.

She settled herself onto a comfortable log, stared starry-eyed into the campfire (it reminded her of good times with her family on the shore when they burned all of the debris that washed up over the winter) and began singing a Scottish air from home.

Her voice was surprisingly good for someone who wasn't prone to singing in public, but around a campfire, such a thing was expected along with ghost stories and toasted bread.

She'd provide the bread if someone else had ghost stories.

[OOC: So very open!]

Current Mood: happy

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

This task had gone undone for far too long, and Butters, who felt he'd gone too long without being grounded and didn't want to take any chances, felt he was just the person to do it.

These pantries were a mess. If his father knew, he probably wouldn't see the sun for days. And so he pulled up his laces, buckled up, and took to the task of setting everything all nice and neat and, most importantly, alphabetized. A well-organized pantry, after all, was what kept a family together. And, if you thought about it, why, all his fellow students here at Fandom High were his family now, and he wanted them all to stay together.

Of course, he had a song on his lips as he worked.

"Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please?
If I open my door
In cars!"

[[ open common room is totally open, yes! ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby had a stack of pizza boxes with him as he flopped down on the common room couch and flipped through the channels until he found one playing a marathon of the Death in a Fence movies.

One might ask how exactly a kid with no money to his name managed to afford enough pizza to feed several people other than himself. The answer? A few rounds of pool with the old guess-your-weight trick for good measure.

In any case, once again there was pizza and a Toby and a common room, and this time he'd be far more inclined to share.

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

It was finally spring, and that meant two things. One, that the weather was nice enough for Ramona to stretch out on the deck, on this lazy, lazy Saturday afternoon. Not nice enough to like, grab her bikini or anything, but nice enough that she could sit out here while her hair dried. The days were longer, she had a hoodie for when it got cold, and it was just relaxing after finishing her semester.

Which was the second thing. Spring was a time of change, and Ramona had been feeling restless in blue for a little while. So while she flipped through her book, wincing occasionally at scary parts, her newly-magenta hair did the last of its drying.

Kinda couldn't beat it, as far as Ramona was concerned. At least for now. Tomorrow she might hate lazy spring days, depending on her fancy.

[totally open deck, yes, i am bored.]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba had settled into the common room with enough vegan peanut butter cookies to share, if someone liked. Determined to give the television another try (after all, that Mister Wizard program had been quite inspiring, if she was honest), she flipped through the channels until she reached some sort of program with spectacular color.

Then there was mention of munchkins.

Then there was a green woman who descended from the skies on a broom that was seemingly the wickedest thing in the world.

Elphaba was on her feet in incredulity. "What? What?!"

Lurline help her. Elphaba had discovered the fictionalized version of Wizard of Oz.

[ooc: Open like a common room. I finally had to do it.]

vanillajello

This was one of those mornings were Kate just woke up way too early and couldn't go back to sleep with the way thoughts were just whirring around in her head. After trying anyway, she'd given up and headed down to the salle for a half-mandatory pre-class practice session, intended to center her again, and maybe reduce her stress levels about whichever way certain people she wasn't even supposed to pay attention to were probably going to be interacting in class.

Even a good while spent attacking dummies hadn't killed all the time she had left before her class that was still hours away, though, and she found herself having a need to just take it easy now. With some video games. And the rec room was the perfect place for that since she'd never gotten around to hauling her XBox to Fandom even though it was just gathering dust back home. Not like Marshall ever played anything without her.

She parked her ass on a couch, controller in hand, and made herself comfortable. ~~Meta for~~ Little Big Planet was totally good practice for her reflexes too, right?

[ooc: Open like a rec room! ETA: There is a good chance of SP until my evening. Today is weeeird for me.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

With his one class over and done, Nathan found himself almost energetic. He didn't want to go laze around his room like he usually did and he didn't want to smoke near his window in his most sincere imitation of a hipster emo poet douchebag. He didn't (and wouldn't ever) have the beard or scarf for that.

He ended up in the common room because that was the next best thing to going into town. This little dinky island had absolutely no nightlife to speak of which was unbearably sad and needed to be changed. Of course, Nathan had no money and no drive to really change that but he'd perfectly happy to encourage someone with a round of applause should they take the initiative.

Nathan clicked on the television and then actually practiced jumping onto the couch. He wanted to see what positions he could contort his body into before landing. There was the flat on your back, flat on your stomach, stretched on your side, tuck 'n roll, ass down, and swan dive. Eventually, he stayed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms while he watched whatever the fuck was on the television.

So much for his energy. He was fickle like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: silly

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

They had actually set up a portable DVD player in the lobby today - after putting up posters to point out that reserves were still being held right there.

"We thought it would be a good idea to just do a movie today," Dolf started. Really, it was just that he'd never gotten to do this with the last group of people he was in charge of-- not that he figured they would have done well with films, but anyway. "And we were told this movie is really good, so..."

Yeah, he had no idea what it was, but the Americans had all seemed into it?

"So take some popcorn and enjoy it?" Tara finished. She wasn't that into it herself, but it was in the DVD collection and she had no better ideas. "There's soda, too. And chocolate."

"So there is also something to eat and drink together," Dolf finished. "I know this isn't our usual thing, but it is winter outside. And maybe we can talk about the movie afterwards and see if it has anything that might be useful for us to do later? Ideas are always welcome!"

Keep dreaming about the movie, Dolf.

icecoldfrost

As the girls arrived, they'd find that the first floor rec room had a buffet. A waffle buffet, complete with every topping you could imagine.

The boys were going to fight dirty with ice cream? Fine. The girls could do better.

"We are Kappa Delta Gremlin," Emma began crisply, once everyone had food. "Theoretically, a service-oriented sorority aimed at promoting self-esteem and life skills for female - or female-identifying - Fandom students, KDG is here to provide Girl Power and moral support. Which means yes, we'll be doing a spa trip next week and planning fundraisers and finding causes to support. It's perfectly acceptable to be smart and enjoy the finer things in life, despite what social media may tell us."

Quinn was impressed by how together Emma sounded. She'd have to ask her later if she'd done this kind of thing before. "Today we're mingling," she continued. "Get some waffles, find a seat, tell us your name, age, where you're from, and one embarrassing secret."

Her smile held only the slightest hint of a sting. "We won't judge. We're all sisters here."

[OOC: OCD IS UP AND WAFFLES ARE HOT AND TASTY.]

Current Mood: devious

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce wandered into the common room with an EMF meter, a book, and some Chinese food (enough to share). Yes, he was testing the hell out of the TV for potential ghost strangeness before he did anything else. After investigating for a couple minutes, he made his way over to the couch, confident that if his reading and dinner were interrupted by the television, it probably wasn't because of a ghost with a crush on him.

...Look, he didn't come up with that suggestion, but Rinoa had made it sound more plausible than Bruce would have expected. Okay? The thing to actually focus on was no ghost and free food.

[OOC: It's been a weird day. I don't know. Open, of course!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba Thropp was doing something she hoped no one would notice.

She was seated on a couch, purposefully watching the TV, having found a program about a Wizard of Science that was absolutely fascinating. Educational and entertaining! This would totally ruin her anti-TV street cred.

She even had popcorn. No butter, of course.

[ooc: Open common room!]

glacial_queen

The blizzard may have stopped, but there was still a lot of snow on the ground and considering today's activity, Magic Reserves was being held inside today. The usual tables were set up however, and they positively groaned under the weight of all the ~~handwavey~~ food. More than just snacks and drinks, there appeared to be several whole meals there, including a few all-vegetarian options.

"Hey everyone," Karla said, looking more subdued than usual. "Thanks so much for coming today. We have kind of an unusual activity planned today, but it involved eating and talking, so hopefully no one will mind much. In any situation, whether it's invading creatures or something terrible happening to the island, one of your most valuable resources for getting through it whole is your allies--your friends. Knowing who has your back and who you can trust frees you up to focus on other things--potentially life-saving things. So today, we're going to share food and talk to and about one another. Get to know folks we might not already, and reaffirm the bonds we share with others. Because this way, when we're facing trouble, we can remember that we don't do so alone."

Dolf, hands in his pockets, nodded. "There is not really much else to say," he said. "Sometimes we just need to know people will pick us up if things are bad, and that there will be food and drink when we need it, too. That we're warm and with each other, we can be safe." His words weren't as smooth as Karla's, obviously, but at least the lad continued to be earnest. Boy scout.

Tara appreciated the Boy Scout thing, today more than ever. "We're safe here," she echoed softly, sounding sad but composed. "Today is for enjoying that, and enjoying being family for each other. Even if the families we came from weren't up to the job. And if anyone wants to talk to any of us, we're here."

[Co-written with the wonderful

swordsandsoccer and

life_inshadow. ~~Hang on for~~ OCD up!]

icecoldfrost

It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.

[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]

faithandscience.livejournal.com

William had no idea there was some sort of awards gala on the television tonight. And truth be told, even if he did know, it was unlikely that he'd be interested in such an event.

Instead, he flipped through the channels until he settled on a forensics documentary show. DNA analysis was fascinating stuff.

Well, it was. If you were a nerd.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce made his way to the common room to get some more room to stretch out while reading. He was doing just that, too, when the TV suddenly turned on, tuned into the football game. Bruce tried to mute it with the remote, which of course didn't work. "I'm trying to read here," he said. The volume didn't change.

Bruce was going to get a freaking EMF meter before the next time he came to this common room. But since he didn't have one of those right now, he went back to his dorm room, came out with his spare sheets, and covered the TV with them to dampen the sound.

He won this round, thank you very much.

[OOC: Open CR, of course.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

So Ariel's plans didn't turn out quite as she would have liked. Raven was appearing to have a bad day, but she still really wanted to have pizza, inspired by earlier with her idea, and, though it didn't have the privacy of her room like she was sort of thinking would be nice, she still could (try to, anyway) invite Chuck to come have some with her.

It just meant others might have some with them, too. But she could turn it into a party and go with it, and so she picked up a few more pizzas, with a lot of different toppings (no sardines or anchovies, yuck!), but the most prominent one, of course, was the inspiration for all of it.

Because at Pizza Planet, they said they would make a Cheetos pizza for her.

It was almost enough to make up for the loss of some...ahem...more private time to see how she and Chuck might handle some...ahem...private time...

[[ open common room is open! pizzas are moddable! I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MY FAILURE TO TAG ANYONE YESTERDAY EITHER ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

With the new semester upon him, two classes today, a new TA-ship, and plenty of new people to interrogate... err, meet, Bruce was actually in what counted as a good mood for him. Good enough for him to head out to the common room and relax for a little bit. And it looked like somebody left a lot of popcorn out to be eaten. That was more encouragement to relax for a little bit.

When he turned on the TV, it was tuned in to The Bachelor. He couldn't get the channel to change, no matter what he did. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the TV. "This again?"

Although Bruce had to admit, a show like this would be brilliant for him in the future. Nothing could cement someone as an idiot playboy who cared more about being in the spotlight than he did about people more than a show like this. Maybe it would actually be worth studying....

[OOC: Hey, there's something to do with Bruce in the future. Anyway, open CR for the new semester! Free popcorn and mocking Bruce's accidental TV choices ahoy.]

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Jack was perfectly okay with forgetting about last week. Unfortunately, his body had other plans. When you were run down from being stuck outside in winter for a few days, there was a good chance you were going to let a cold get to you. That was the case with Jack. He'd slept. He'd eaten. He'd slept some more and now that he was sick of his room again, he moved to the couch in the common room. He had tissues and a blanket and the TV was playing a Christmas show. He wasn't that interested in it, but the remote control was all the way over there and moving wasn't really something he planned on doing for a while.

[OOC: Open of course!]

angelo_wings

Sadly, the book about Mr. Fitzwilliam's sister had taken a turn for the melodramatic, and not in a good way. Miss Austen's excellent novel had been about a social faux pas here, or a miscommunication there, and not dramatic kidnappings set in the middle of London.

And so the book had been tossed aside -- perhaps not permanently, but certainly for now -- and Rinoa was instead in the common room, flipping through television stations and trying to find something to watch.

Everything seemed geared towards the upcoming winter holiday, whether it was a friendly snow monster coming to life, or a reindeer with a glowing nose. Rinoa didn't mind. The winter holiday specials were cheery.

She made some hot cocoa and settled down to watch.

Current Mood: cheerful

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba had found a book on Christmas traditions, and had decided to try out one of them. This meant, with the TV tuned to a channel that was playing some interesting music (it was, of all things, one of those cable channels that just broadcast jazz music), Elphaba was indulging in a bit of culinary creativity.

She was making a vegan gingerbread house. And nibbling on the vegan gingerbread people she'd made for it.

She'd even share with people if they helped make the house. Or even if they didn't. There were extra gingerbread people to spare.

[ooc: Open! ~~I think I'm funny~~]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce wasn't sure why there was already a Christmas movie on some channel. He really wasn't sure why it was being shown twice in a row. He wasn't sure why people would want to see a movie where Will Ferrell wore tights for the entire running time. But most of all, he wasn't sure why he couldn't stop watching.

He couldn't even blame the TV for this one. Yet another reason why Bruce hated the holidays.

[OOC: It looks like USA had/has Elf on twice today... consecutively... and it's not even Thanksgiving. Look, I love the movie, but come on. Wait a week. Ahem.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is ~~on the way~~ up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

daventryprince.livejournal.com

Alexander was just about at his wits' end with the strange way he'd been feeling this week, but he had done well, he felt, with staving it off with a lot of coffee ice cream and ~~handwavy~~ movie nights that resulted in a few close calls and scooting slightly away from the normal proximity. And so it was this afternoon that hewas feeling the need for another coffee ice cream antidote and went into the common room to fetch it.

Only to open the freezer door to a truly disturbing image.

"No!" Alexander muttered, staring for a moment before he started shifting through the contents within. "No, it couldn't possibly...how...How could we have honestly gone through all of that ice cream already?"

He was just going to stare into the freezer in shock and dismay some more.

If anything, it was at least cooling him down.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

trigons_child

Raven knew she couldn't and shouldn't hide in her room all the time, so she ventured out to the common room for Rumor Gal. Her shields were still strong from the boost Anakin had given them, for which she was very happy because she could feel an increased amount of arousal from those in the dorms.

Hopefully doors would be safe tonight. Then again, given that Rumor Gal was going to be about Charlie and Claire having sex everywhere and anywhere, maybe not.

[oooopen]

Current Mood: okay

daventryprince.livejournal.com

Yesterday had been so strange that Alexander felt the need to just sort of relax a little and find himself some nice distractions. He didn't typically watch a lot of television, but decided it was the sort of entertainment that might be called for after a day like the one before.

Of course, that was before he turned it on and started changing the channels to a horrible discovery. He didn't know if it was the television or what, but it seemed that every channel was playing nothing but musicals.

"That is not amusing, television," Alexander informed it with a frown, clicking the machine off.

He was just going to read a book instead.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce had gotten over his cold just in time to be transformed into a poor excuse for a ninja last night. He woke up on a park bench this morning in a damp ninja costume with a little bit of a headache.

It had not been a pleasant few days.

And that's why Bruce was in the common room tonight with a DVD (to avoid the horrors of the TV's hatred of him) of a ~~meta for~~ Zorro movie. Were there some negative associations there? Yes, of course. But he still loved those old movies. There was just something about a rich playboy dressing up in a mask and cape to help people in need that appealed to him.

He even made popcorn in case anyone else stopped in and wanted to snack during the adventures of one of the greatest fictional characters ever created.

[OOC: I'm bored. OPEN CR!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Well, this week had certainly been different for Elphaba. Today she sat on the common room couch, remote to the TV firmly in hand.

She kept changing the channel after a few moments, unable to stay on anything for more than a minute. she couldn't find anything she thought was worth actually watching. Then again, she also wasn't giving anything a true chance to impress her.

She was getting ready to give up and just go back to her room to read. But persistence would pay off, she hoped. Or perhaps someone would come in and take the television responsibility from her.

[ooc: Open common room, very open post.]

trigons_child

Raven was worried about Karla after the text message she'd gotten late last night. As far as she knew, Karla had run off alone to Kaeleer, which didn't bode well. And fretting about Karla definitely wasn't helping with the issues she'd talked to Dinah about yesterday, so she decided to distract herself as only Monday nights could. Ice cream and Rumor Gal. Baby J was supposed to return tonight. There could be imminent rage...which wasn't very healthy either, but at least it wasn't worrying or moping.

Current Mood: anxious

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce had been planning on going to the common room and watching History International (since the regular History Channel was far too focused on reality programming, which just seemed silly since historical programming was about as real as you could get, thank you very much). Instead, the TV decided to work against him again. It was stuck on Dancing With the Stars. When Bruce tried to change the channel, the audio switched to the Spanish track.

It was going to be one of those nights, wasn't it?

[OOC: I'm not watching DWTS, nor do I know if it has a Spanish dub. But let's ignore both of those facts and just go with the idea that 'celebrities' are dancing on TV in Spanish and say, hey, open CR!]

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby thought there might be a football game on today. Not that he had any idea how football worked or who was playing, but at his old school, people usually talked about 'watching the game,' and Bobby thought if he had it on, people might show up and then he could hang out with them! This plan had no possibility of failing!

It was just too bad that his act of 'watching the game' was quickly blown as Bobby got engrossed in his world history textbook and forgot to pay any attention at all to the men in spandex on TV. He did have popcorn though. With chocolate chips mixed in it which made it the best kind.

trigons_child

Raven's turn to lead the meeting meant that the snacks were dominated by fresh fruits and a veggie tray -- with hummus, of course. Much healthier than any sort of sour cream based dip! There was also cheese and crackers and some muffins and cookies as well, though made with organic whole wheat flour. And some that were gluten-free and marked as such, as were anything with nuts or dairy. Shut up, Kennedy.

"Most of you should be aware of what happened on Friday," Raven began after people had arrived. "Fandom was beset by vicious flying fish that attacked without any provocation. And once they were slain, they returned as undead creatures, like the zombies in Caritas." Only without nearly as much musical talent.

"Dolf quickly set up a support station in the dorm lobby." Raven glanced over to where Dolf stood and gave him a smile. "Many of us who could heal or tend injuries stayed there, and weapons were provided to those who required them to defend themselves." Her voice didn't falter at all, but her smile faded just a tiny bit at the implication of violence. She was becoming more accustomed to it, but that didn't mean she liked it.

"Today we'd like to share what you did during this day, be it fighting, supporting, or just staying out of the way," Raven went on. "Is there anything you would have liked to have done differently, or known how to do better? Is there anything you think the reserves as the group could do differently or better? Please, do not be afraid to speak up. If there ways we can improve, we would very much like to hear them."

"I, um, didn't get outside," Tara admitted, self-conscious. "I had a really bad cold. So anything you can tell me about what you did would help me. A lot."

Raven looked at Tara as she spoke, her expression making it clear she thought Tara should have come to her if she'd been sick. Your cold, give it to her.

"Also, for those of you who went joined up with the Martial Reserve, how did that work out for you?" Karla added, with a comforting smile at Tara. "It's important that we learn how to most effectively combine our skills across all three Reserve divisions."

Dolf had been nodding along up until that point. "And, uh," he started, "It went good this time. No one died. But I want to know which one of you will want to be there to help at the support station next time something happens. Let me know so I can call, okay? More help is a good thing."

"So who wishes to go first?" Raven said, addressing everyone again. "And if you do not feel comfortable speaking in front of everyone, please, feel free to approach one of us privately to share your thoughts."

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Co-written with the fantastic

life_inshadow,

glacial_witch, and

swordsandsoccer, who has no hyphen in his username and should be shunned. Shuuuuuuuuuuun.]

Current Mood: okay

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba, in an effort to stop being so gloomy around people, was making a concerted effort to try and be a bit more pleasant today. That meant putting on a smile and not worrying about Oz, or Nessarose, or even flying fish.

It also meant making a large fruit salad, with a liberal sprinkling of sugar. It wasn't as if she had a particular sweet tooth, it just seemed like a good idea for attracting other students if it was sweeter.

She settled in to a seat on a couch, and hesitantly switched on the TV. A re-run of a Mythbusters episode appeared, and Elphaba was promptly baffled.

[ooc: Open common room, open post!]

glacial_queen

After a long day out fighting creepy zombie piranha fish, Karla had fought her way ~~to the castle, beyond the goblin city~~ to Pizza Planet, in the vague hopes that perhaps someone had decided to go in early and gotten stuck. Or something.

Much to Karla's surprise, Pizza Planet was actually open and mostly staffed. The denizens of Fandom were even more jaded by the invasions than the students, and apparently decided a paycheck was more important than the piranhas.

They hadn't been particularly happy to see her. Probably because it had been a very light day for them, work-wise.

But she'd shown up and hadn't moved until they completed her order and now Karla had a giant stack of pizzas to feed people along with a few two litres of soda and a giant salad. After a long day of fighting (or even not), she figured that fresh, hot food that didn't come from a microwave would be appreciated.

She was still debating turning on cheesy horror movies like she'd talked about with Ben, though. That might be a bit much after today.

[Open!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.

The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.

The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon ami.

The police had called in the most excellent services of the most excellent Belgian who had, it should be noted, the finest moustache in all of England.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot was on the case. He would solve the mystery, mais oui? But of course. The great Hercule Poirot never failed to apprehend the criminal.

(Today is Agatha Christie's 120th birthday. Therefore, George is now M. Hercule Poirot. Come and be interrogated over the dastardly murder! Or mistaken for a police officer, or the good captain Hastings! M. Poirot, he will prevail!)

Current Mood: crazy

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