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elated-or-gassy.livejournal.com

ANNA HAD A PHONE! Anna was not entirely clear on what you were supposed to do with a phone, but she was having some great success with "pushing lots of button and seeing what happens to the screen." She hadn't yet managed to break anything, either, which probably said more for Stark tech than it did for Anna's approach to familiarizing herself with new technology.

She had discovered the messaging app, and all of the adorable little emoji inside -- SO CUTE!!!! -- but was still a little lost on how you actually sent messages to other people, what with not knowing her own actual phone number or that phones even had numbers, exactly.

But she was sitting in the Common Room, excitedly pushing buttons, and she'd gladly send messages to anyone who stopped in (that is, anyone who could explain the actual process to her, because she had not really been listening in class, was the thing).

Messages with lots of emoji.

Lots.

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

So, everyone was back from Skyrim safe and sound, and no one (at least, no one Joker knew of) had come down with dysentery, or Legionnaire's, or botulism, or tetanus, or anything. Success!

Beyond that, however, there was something much, much more important to celebrate: Eleanor's birthday!

As soon as they got back to the dorms, Joker picked up the flyers he'd put together weeks ago and started posting them in the halls, and then he got started on decorating the common room. This party was going to be EPIC! Or... well, they'd just had a week that was epic, and it wasn't as fun as it ought to have been. So, this party was going to be AWESOME!

Eleanor had been wanting to watch good movies for a change, so he'd lined up some of the best for the evening's entertainment. Snacks, pizza, cake, and ice cream rounded out the party's backbone, and all that was missing was the people.

Oh, and of course, because of the day's special surprise, Joker had scribbled "BYOB (Bring Your Own Baggage)" on the bottom of every flyer before he posted them.

(open post is open!)

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny had an emotional but overall good weekend. But after doing radio this morning, it was clear that Parents Weekend wasn't as pleasant for everyone.

And so, as promised, Johnny bought some cupcakes and brought them to the first floor lobby. They were available to anyone who wanted or needed them, provided they would accept a hug from Johnny. And no, that wasn't a thing for the girls. Guys were getting a bro hug too. This was a platonic hug of support.

And if you needed, he was willing to give a pep talk, too. Girls had told him that he was great at saying the right thing to make them feel good about themselves. Why not apply that to people in actual need of cheering up?

Fandom needed it's favorite flaming superhero to do something a little different today and he was completely willing to do that. That's what being a superhero was, ven if he wasn't on fire.

notaweenie.livejournal.com

Barry had popcorn. Barry had chips and salsa. Barry had the TV on SyFy.

Why?

Because ~~meta for~~ Sharknado 2: The Second One was premiering tonight.

And seriously, you got to love bad shark movies from SyFy.

"Fuck yeah! There's going to be chainsaws!"

Barry might be a little to excited to see this.

[Open! Up Early for some SP spots here and there]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia had grown tired of the strange coldness of the room she shared with Eleanor -- it came and went, in patches and bursts, and something about the room made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. As much as she loved the architecture and design of the house, and as much as it was almost a relic of home...perhaps it had been left too long on its own.

Still, there wasn't much she could do about it, so Saturday night found Celia wandering out to the parlor and tucking herself onto a couch to watch the television. She flipped through channels, since that was really all she knew to do, yet, until she stumbled across some sort of bizarre medical show, in which people conducted interviews about something called a botched plastic surgery.

Celia paused as a woman described how her nose had turned out completely wrong, and how new doctors would be correcting the prior doctor's mistake. Celia only had long enough to realize that they were going to show the surgery before the channel abruptly changed to some sort of advertisement.

Without her doing so.

The advertisement was not nearly as interesting as the surgery -- there was a man telling her, in a very extended sort of way, why she ought to own something called a Ninja Blender. But she'd leave it, for just now. She wasn't messing with the remote again, for the moment. Either the television was acting on its own (bad) or there was something else at work (also bad.)

[open, omg! hat tip to

nobloodymessiah for Botched, which sounds like a horrifying/awesome show.]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

Rapunzel had spent a fair amount of this morning beating herself up over her choice to stay here. Her mother would be -- if she wasn't already -- absolutely worried sick, and she was a despicable person for making her go through that, and if she'd known how to get home, she would have probably left at the first sight of dawn.

But...she was pretty much stuck here, wasn't she? And it wasn't so bad -- actually, it wasn't bad at all, guilt aside. Sure, it was confusing as all heck, but that was to be expected when she hadn't been outside her whole life anyway, right?

So for example, she didn't know how or why the box in her common room's kitchen hummed, but she soon figured out that when you opened it, it let out cold air, and there were things like milk and orange juice and eggs inside. And from there, it only took her a little bit of experimentation and guesswork to find everything she needed to make pancakes.

Lots, and lots of pancakes.

Whenever she was down, she liked to bake, or draw. The best cure for when she was really blue? Combine them. So Rapunzel was soon absorbed in making little pancakes shaped like hearts and clouds and stars, pulling them off the pan as soon as they were done and carefully decorating them with some sprinkles and frosting she'd found.

There were normal pancakes, too, if you weren't quite up to the sugar rush. She'd never cooked for a crowd before, but she felt pretty up to the task, at the moment.

[omg come have some totally moddable pancakes, yay!]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Elsa was in a surprisingly good mood today, all things considered. She had woken up this morning wearing a kilt, and while the tartan was lovely, it presented her with a few technical difficulties. For one, it meant that she was wearing men's clothing from ~~Disney Meta for~~ Scotland. Not that this was a problem in and of itself, but it was an odd change of pace for an Arendelle princess. And for another, Elsa had no shirts. None. She owned dresses. Dresses. And a modern swimming suit that she had purchased before the school trip to Bali, none of which were exactly appropriate for wearing with a kilt.

She was beginning to see some measure of appeal in possibly giving in and buying some slightly more modern clothing. By the time she made her way out to the common room today, she was wearing her swimsuit under her kilt (which had involved some acrobatics to manage, since the kilt wouldn't stay off while she pulled the swimsuit on), and then was attempting to preserve some amount of modesty by pulling on one of her long, velvety cloaks over all of it. The result was... unusual, but at least she was clothed.

The things a girl needed to do in order to get some tea around here.

[Open!]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Pie.

Everything in the fridge was pie. Elsa had come into the common room looking for tea, but she'd been in for a bit of a shock when she'd opened the refrigerator for some milk, and had been forced into skipping backward a few steps while three apple pies and a banana cream tumbled out from where they'd been crammed in there. She'd left the fridge handle covered in jagged icicles in her surprise, and would have retreated from the common room entirely in a panic if she hadn't felt guilty about the mess.

A bit of cleanup (and a rolling pin taken to break up the ice on the fridge handle before anyone else could see) and Elsa was carefully investigating the pie situation a little more thoroughly.

Pie.

Everything in the fridge was pie. There was no milk. There were no vegetables. Literally everything in the fridge had been replaced with pies of various types.

... Of course, there was nothing to do about it but help herself to a slice of lemon meringue and maybe give the television another chance. What was on it? A cooking show. What were they cooking?

Guess.

[Idek. Open, though!]

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

Joker sat on the couch with his foot propped up. Stress fractures like the ones he'd given himself yesterday weren't so big of a deal -- he had pills for that -- but it still hurt, dammit.

He was playing a match 3 game -- in other words, swiping with one hand at glowing objects floating in the air above his other wrist -- and he had the TV on in the background, for company. It was tuned to The Weather Channel, and he was starting to get a little sick of the Winter Storm Orion coverage. "You know what I hate?" he remarked, to no one in particular. "Weather. We don't really get that, where I'm from."

[Open like a common room!]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia had an armful of books from the library and a strange desire to be around other people, still. (Usually the two didn't coincide much for her.) She took her stack out to the common room, flopping lazily on the couch in a flurry of skirts.

She was just about to turn on the television when she heard a soft, deadpan voice say, ""Have you been telling people the butterfly thing? I keep getting calls about threesomes."

Celia started, actually dropping the book she was about to dive into. "...hello?" she said said hesitantly, looking around the room for the voice's owner.

Once she'd actually gotten up and looked behind the television and all the furniture, Celia felt a bit better. She fluttered her hands at the discarded books, bringing them back into a neat pile, and settled back down.

Now, she did turn on the television for company -- she wouldn't actually admit it was because she was a bit uneasy (not to mention confused -- what was a threesome?), but...yes, she wanted another voice in the room that she could actually see the source of.

[open common room is open!]

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Elsa had woken up today knowing straightaway that her powers appeared to have gone into some sort of... remission or something. There was no frost in her bedsheets, there was no need for her usual 'conceal, don't feel,' mantra. And, in a fit of daring, she'd left her gloves on her nightstand before making her way out into the common room. If it was safe to be social today, she was going to make the most of it.

By some miracle, she'd figured out how to work the kettle (the fact that the plug looked about the right size to fit into the outlet had been a good hint), and she'd made herself some tea. She hadn't quite worked her way up to the point of turning on the television yet, but she had found a ball of yarn and a crochet hook, and while she'd never really tried crochet before, she seemed to be a good way along in making the first of a pair of long lace gloves. It was remarkable what a person could do with their hands when they weren't wearing thick gloves over them all of the time, apparently.

As she crocheted, she hummed a little to herself. Today was shaping up to be a pleasant day, and she'd worry about what was going on with her powers later.

[OOC: That moment when two people post the same common room at the same time. Changed to afternoon, and open!]

dollpocalypse

Topher wanted grilled cheese, but there weren't any spatulas in the kitchen.

He had options. He knew he had options. He could go out and get grilled cheese from Luke's or Mooby Land. He could order grilled cheese to be delivered, although that would take longer. He could go to another common room and look for spatulas there, which would require either ascending or descending stairs or spending an extended period of time waiting for the elevator.

Or he could just try not using a spatula, and seeing how that went.

Topher chose the last option.

What resulted was fairly painful for Topher's hands and not tremendously rewarding for his taste buds, because the sandwich wound up being fairly charred and the cheese didn't even melt properly. But the important part was the scientific takeaway from the whole experience: Spatulas were important.

And so were band-aids.

[[open, i guess?]]

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