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Not everybody had just come home after the strip club last night. Atton figured he could stick around for another round and then see if maybe he could, ahem, talk to somebody.

It had all gotten out of hand from that point on; it would take a fifteen-episode TV series to fully document the series of events that Atton Rand lived through that Wednesday night. The details weren't important anyway - what was important was that Atton now had a lot of jugs of drinks (alcoholic and otherwise) that he couldn't sneak into a fridge (they'd be discovered), he couldn't drink (he'd get alcohol and/or sugar poisoning) and he couldn't sell on or off the island because then the people he'd stolen the drinks from would find him and--

Yeah, you didn't want to know.

So he'd come up with a plan. He'd keep the drinks cool on the booze until he came up with a plan.

After about an hour he figured out why that wouldn't work.

Now he'd dragged about half of it downstairs (before giving up on that), having labeled all the non-alcoholic drinks accordingly (with labels reading 'JUICE' or 'SPARKLY WATER STUFF'. Not non-alcoholic. What, unlike some people, he didn't want detention) and stamped a few post-its reading 'DRINK' on the good stuff.

Then he sent out a couple of texts at random.

It was Fandom. Someone would show up.

[[ partaaay! ocd up! ]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

The sixth floor common room was all done up for a party. Really all that meant was that there was pizza, chips, and drinks (including some that seemed to be mysteriously unlabeled for anyone who might want to drink something that IS TOTALLY FINE AND YOU CAN'T PROVE OTHERWISE in the dorms). There was also a small American flag over by the TV to indicate that what this weekend was really about wasn't completely forgotten, especially considering Jessica's recent military experiences.

But those experiences were even more reason for her to relax, play some music on the radio, and hope that nobody stabbed anybody this time.

[OOC: This is the party with the I Never game that leads to Not-So-Final Destination Week. If you'd like to participate in that, please at least establish yourself in the game and maybe throw out some prompts!

Everyone in the dorms is invited via fliers from earlier this week.]

reven8e.livejournal.com

After having a particularly boring day, Emily had decided to have a late night marathon of crappy horror movies she had seen announced a couple of days ago. Because why not, right? She had even got about a metric ton of popcorn, as well as enough soda to give anyone a sugar rush, since she figured the movies weren't going to give her any kind of rush. Why was she even doing this was beyond her understanding, but Emily was willing to pin it on that dreaded sense of boredom she had been feeling for a while now.

As the first movie came up, Emily grimaced. "Who the Hell thought I'm Aware of What I did This Winder had any chance to be taken seriously and why would they even make a sequel?" said out loud in -somewhat hypocritical- indignation. She was going to need more popcorn, maybe.

[ Open as usual! ]

suitably_heroic

Unlike some other people in town, Atton would lie his face off if he'd been asked whether he was running away - but then he had been running away for a whole lot longer than the past two weeks, so whatever. He was back now, that was the point, even if he was tired - tired enough that he didn't even bother making it to his room.

Instead he collapsed on the first common room sofa he spotted and passed out almost immediately.

Half an hour later, that was still where he was, snoring softly with only his coat, shirt and leather pants to keep him somewhere in the vicinity of 'cosy and warm'.

Murr.

[ open! ]

lockestheway

It was Sunday. A week after that whole... thing.

It was Sunday, and Peter was finally caught up on work, and if he read another essay on Pakistani-Indian ambitions his brain was going to melt out of his head, so, well. He left his room. It was a truly astounding occasion.

By afternoon he'd picked up some pastries and dumped them in the common room - it wouldn't hurt to go looking for new bodyguards, especially not after last weekend - and now he was lounging on the couch with his computer in his lap oh shut up this was an entirely fresh perspective on the 'Unfolding Clusterfuck in the Orient'.

Okay, 'clusterfuck' was not the word they'd been using, but it was kind of old-timey. 'Orient'? Who even used that word?

[[ open! ]]

reven8e.livejournal.com

Still unable to shake the events from last night out of her head, Emily was decided to avoid people at all costs. She had endured the sex pollen madness for all this time relatively well and now she was sort of torn about ruining her record. The fact she was also sort of wishing she could ruin her record was also as good as any other excuse to take the darkness of the roof and hope nobody decided to use the numerous dark corners up there.

This being Fandom though, Emily just hoped she had the time to run before the noise became unbearable. It did seem to be empty at the moment, so she made her way to the edge and sat carefully, trying to leave her mind blank.

It wasn't really working.

[ Open roof! Of course. ]

nips-your-nose.livejournal.com

So, between Karla's suggestion yesterday and radio this morning, Jack had worked out a business plan. It was a pretty simple one, so far as business plans went. After all, he hadn't ever really had much in the way of marketable skills in his lifetime. The plan went as such- First, there was the sign, written on a piece of scavenged cardboard with a dying Sharpie marker. And then there was the wastepaper basket, borrowed from a common room (sorry, fourth floor!) and half-buried in a mound of snow so that it wouldn't blow away.

The sign read, simply:

Feeling Hot? Localized Snowstorms - $5
Hugs From Jack Frost - $5 and Actually Believing in Jack

... With an arrow pointing to the basket, in case people didn't know where to put their money. He wasn't taking any chances here.

His little business all set up, Jack perched himself on a tree bough and waited.

[OOC: Open, but SP for work. I kind of had to.]

arsenicmauls

So, this week was evil. And it seemed to be plaguing not just Gert, which was good, because it meant that probably no one would blame her for hiding out in the common room where she could blast the air-conditioner and not worry about a too-cold dinosaur.

She was also wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt for the first time in ages, and while under normal circumstances that would definitely have made her feel uncomfortable, today she was certain that it was justified.

And now she was just going to drag a floor fan over to her and blast it in front of her face, turn on the TV, and --

What.

Yeah, so this show was about a guy who thought he was a merman.

And under the circumstances, Gert actually thought he was hot. What.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla and Jims, dressed in their Easter best, had returned from church on the mainland and were now in the common room. They (well, Rilla. Jims was only so helpful) unloaded an enormous hamper of food that Susan had sent from Ingleside. Despite Rilla being at school for three years, nothing could convince Susan that Yankees knew the first thing about cooking.

So there were hot cross buns and pies and cakes and cookies while Rilla was starting on some eggs and tea and Jims was trying to fit himself into the now-empty hamper.

Have some Easter brunch, everyone! Rilla promises not to check to see if you attended a service.

pulseof_life

There was not much of a reason for Yeul to be up on the roof. It was still rather cool and it was getting dark, both of which could be used as reasons to go inside rather than hang around outside.

But she was enjoying the view of the sky and didn't have anywhere else to be so why shouldn't she remain on the roof?

The only thing that would have made it better would have been a hot drink, but Yeul was content enough without one for now. If she remembered, perhaps later she'd get one…

[Open roof!]

whenshewasnice

Natalie had a hangover. It was not the very first time, but it was still a pretty novel feeling. Which is why she'd revelled in it all morning. That, or she'd been waiting for the painkillers to kick in while batting Mox away when he decided to check if she was dead or something, since she hadn't gotten up at the usual time. And also, he'd wanted to get fed.

By the afternoon, though, Natalie's nausea and headache had both mostly gone away. (Unlike the phone number written in black marker on the back of her hand. She hadn't managed to scrub it off entirely yet. Yes, she remembered whose it was, and no, she wasn't intending to call it.) She made it to the common room and got the coffee going while looking in the cupboards for anything appetizing.

Other were welcome to the coffee, too, but it would probably still be best if they didn't talk too loud.

[ooc: Open common room!]

arsenicmauls

Gert had seen a lot of dumb crap on television in her time -- especially reality television -- but she had to admit that this was the first time she'd seen reality television quite as stupid as I Didn't Know I Was A Zombie.

Today's episode was about Ryan, a waiter from Oregon in his twenties who apparently had only finally become aware of his zombie condition after trying to chow down on a coworker's brain -- which, according to a specialist the show had called on to consult, was probably 'six to seven months after Ryan began initial decay.'

Was Ryan shocked to discover that he was undead? Apparently so, given the fact that he'd been handling food for half a year after becoming a zombie. And his girlfriend, a musician who Gert personally thought could stand to cover some skin, was 'just as shocked as he was.'

This was really terrible, but somehow Gert couldn't look away.

[[we haven't had a common room in a weirdly long time. open!]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It had taken some time, but Jessica was starting to realize that she was a magnet for bizarre gremlin behavior. Or bizarre gremlin behavior was a magnet for her. The basic point was that she saw gremlins being weird far more often than one might expect.

Like tonight, for example. She walked into the common room and saw a handful (not literally) of gremlins with numbers taped to their backs dancing in front of the TV. She eased into the room and slunk around the back of the room at a safe distance from biting and watched as one of the gremlins dropped to the floor out of exhaustion.

A gremlin in a striped shirt ran over and dragged the fallen gremlin away. And that's when Jessica realized that she was witnessing a gremlin dance marathon.

And then she ordered a pizza because she might seriously be here all night watching this.

[OOC: CR is open! Come for the pizza, stay for the gremlin dance party.]

suitably_heroic

Atton had been taking it easy since last Thursday-- okay, maybe what he was doing could be better described as 'keeping his head down', but whatever, it came down to the same thing. Taking it easy meant card games on his iPad, card games with his physical pazaak cards, and, well, eventually he'd been drawn downstairs in hopes of finding a card game on the school's game computers. Consoles. Whatever you wanted to call them.

And here he was, just about ready to tackle his favorite pass time in a whole new setting, when suddenly his eye was caught by something else. Something shiny. Something potentially entertaining that didn't involve beating himself ad nauseum.

Apache: Air Assault.

Apaches were really rudimentary flying machines, he knew that. It couldn't hurt figuring out how to fly one. And, well, if he kept playing it well into the afternoon, that was just how you did training, dammit.

[[ open! ]]

nomoresportscars

Jackson had been in a better mood than he was this morning.

Don't laugh, it was true.

See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely had people who could have come, who should have come, who you had every right to get to meet? It was not a good feeling at all, and it was weighing on him more than he would have cared to admit, getting twisted up with what he'd learned back in Beacon Hills until it felt like a suffocating stone inside his chest.

And also, the wrong team had won the Super Bowl last night.

"You goddamn piece of –– !"

Yelling at the toaster for getting his Pop Tart stuck was a perfectly valid response to stress.

[ooc: Fair warning, this common room is pissy and bitchy, but totally ooopen!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had woken up bright and early this morning, just as always, and put on a clean dress, just as always, and then had taken Jims down to the common room to make pancakes.

She was mixing ingredients, he was turning himself into a flour ghost while he took handfuls of the stuff and tossed it into his hair.

Same as any other weekend, right?

Come show Rilla that's not true.

Current Mood: blissfully unaware

whenshewasnice

So, guess you couldn't leave Peter alone for too long. Or maybe he was feeling particularly frustrated with his foxness today. Natalie didn't know. What she did know was that she'd come back from her visit to Clint's office and found her desk in disarray, and Mr. Moxy hissing at Peter like he'd really crossed some kind of line by messing up Natalie's workspace.

She'd left the cat in the room and ushered the fox out into the hallway with her. She'd been meaning to go for a snack, anyway. "It was because I took the laptop with me, wasn't it?" she asked, as they were entering the common room. "Already told you you can't use it, anyway."

Peter the fox seemed to give her an indignant look.

"What?" she asked. "You'd just scratch it. We've been over this. You don't even have your own independent narrative." Too bad foxes couldn't roll their eyes all that well, though she got the message. "And don't give me that look, I know you don't. So, there's nothing you can or should be doing on a computer right now."

Was that a whine?

"You're a fox. Deal with it."

She was going to get them some cereal right now. And yes, newbies, arguing with animals was a thing that occasionally happened in this town. In case you hadn't figured that out yet.

[ooc: Open!]

dollpocalypse

For some reason, the TV in the third floor common room wouldn't budge from ABC Family tonight, which was how Topher found himself watching a marathon of Swapped Upon Delivery. Besides the fact that it was about two angsty girls and their drama, it seemed like a pretty good show.

Of course, he wound up missing huge chunks of it while he was playing with his laptop and the characters were signing at each other instead of speaking aloud. By the fourth consecutive episode, he looked up from his laptop, watched the rest of a scene whose beginning he'd missed, and gasped, "They broke up? Noooo!"

So he was kind of liking the show. Shut up.

[[method RP, la la. open!]]

robinonadderall

Stiles didn't have any plans for the evening which was on par for a Stilinski Friday night. He was still trying to avoid going into town so his entertainment options were relegated to watching porn in his room or watching something that wasn't porn in the common room. Well actually he could do both, since watching porn didn't take all night. But he did eventually end up in the common room, watching a horror movie about frat boys who piss off an irradiated grizzly bear.

It was about as horrible as it sounded. Which would explain why Stiles was more focused on the (surprisingly unburnt!) popcorn he had made and answering the barrage of texts he kept getting.

[Post is open]

suitably_heroic

A new week, a new term, new classes... and an old card game.

So far, Atton didn't have much to complain about regarding his classes (except for all the things he did complain about) but he was pretty glad they were over for the week. After all, the school had flooded with a bunch of new students who, presumably, didn't know how to play pazaak so good (or at all). So now he was stretching out in the common room, watching something called The Real Hustle (or whatever) while playing a friendly game of cards against himself.

Good. Friendly. Accessible! He might even switch to poker if you asked real nice. He was a nice guy like that.

[[ open! ]]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Was it bad that this place didn't take as much getting used to as expected? Sure, day one was filled with a lot of information and surprise and everything. Maddie was rooming with a girl with time traveling parents and a dinosaur, she'd gotten the rundown on the possibility of turning into a boy from a talking pink pony who held mirrors, there was a girl from an alternate universe of where she came from and also at least two Avengers hanging around, one of which was supposed to be dead in Maddie's time. When she went to bed last night, she wasn't sure she was going to be sticking around.

And then this morning she woke up, remembered that she'd been a superhero-in-training two days ago who was going to be a walking ghost in like ten years, and she realized she wasn't really in a different situation than she was before. Well, here they weren't going to ask her to save the world at all, which was exactly the thing she'd been trying to get away from anyway.

Since her side of the room still looked too depressingly empty to want to hide out in there, Maddie ventured out into the common room to check it out. Where "check it out" meant "find a seat on the sofa and make sure they had cable."

[Open CR!]

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