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icecoldfrost

Sorority met later than usual today, and Emma and Quinn had taken over the entire sixth floor. There were big fluffy pillows everywhere, with every kind of snack and non-alcoholic beverage you could ~~mod~~ dream up, and a stack of dictionaries, encyclopedias, and various reference books.

"So, finals," Emma said cheerfully. "Where some of you study frantically because you haven't paid attention this semester."

"And where some of you have to study frantically, because you want to go to college and no school is going to accept having been the wrong age every other reason as an excuse for a low GPA," Quinn added. "Anyhow, they're here. Hopefully they aren't killing you too much. If you're lucky enough to be done, please don't taunt the rest of us too much."

"So we've set up a study-night," Emma explained. "We can camp out here tonight, and help each other with our work. Studying alone causes ulcers. Studying with your supposed peers....at least it will be memorable?"

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The Sorority met on the deck today, and there was a fire crackling away in the firepit. S'mores fixings -- plus some fruit for people who wanted something healthier -- were spread out on the picnic table, and Quinn was perched on a wall as she started to talk.

"This is a planning meeting," she said. "We have a lot we wanted to do before graduation, and it's time to start moving or decide everything won't happen. We can't rest on our laurels from the fun run forever."

She tapped her clipboard with the end of the pen. "We'd planned on a job shadowing day and a date auction."

"For the job shadowing," Emma continued, "we'd considered the trooper station. While police work is not a job that most people associate as something women would be interested in, it is important to know all your options."

Emma would make a horrible cop, and wasn't interested in the slightest. But some of them might be.

"For the date auction, people would bid on us, with all profit going to our designated charity. This is just a date. Dinner, a movie, whatever. You are not expected to put out, and if anyone pushes it, kick 'em where it counts. Not that the boys here would push it, because they value their hides."

Quinn snorted back a laugh behind her hand. "We were also thinking about doing a volunteer day here in town. It's not glamorous, but there are always parts of the park that need weeding, and there's a day care in the community center where we could help out. If you have another suggestion, we'd be happy to hear it."

"We want to know what you want to do," Emma agreed. "Some of these could also be done jointly with the fraternity, if we wanted to show Gremlin spirit, or a little friendly competition, such as seeing who weeds the most or which organization raises more money. So speak up, because we have a lot of options."

Current Mood: cheerful

icecoldfrost

"The fun run is next week," Quinn said, once the sisters were gathered in the gym. "This week, we're going to do some warming up and relaxation. We're doing yoga." She personally thought yoga was for hippies, but her suggestion of cheer boot camp had not gone over well. Something about liability.

"Neither one of us is a yoga instructor," she added, "so we're working with a video."

Emma shared Quinn's private thought on hippies and yoga, but she'd add second-and-third trophy wives to the list of people who did yoga. They seemed to think it was some sort of magic that kept them from being the next ex-mrs.

"If anything hurts too much, don't push it," she advised, starting up the dvd and grabbing a yoga mat for herself. "I'm not walking anyone to the clinic."

Quinn started going through the warm-up sequence in the video. If she briefly got smaller, furrier, and floppier of ear as the cheerful German woman lead them through downward-facing dog ... that was probably a trick of the light. Right?

[OOC: OCD UP! Yes, you can change your character (temporarily) into any of the creatures on this list during yoga! Changing is optional, however, and feel free to have the Fandom Strange pass you by.]

Current Mood: energetic

icecoldfrost

"Yesterday's class on sexual education and contraception was incomplete and ridiculous," Emma stated once everyone had arrived. "So. We are going to discuss this properly, and have some 'girl talk' while we are at it."

( There's a lot more to talk about than making water balloons. )

"And if you have a question," she added, with deliberate brightness, "You can write it down and drop it in this bowl and we'll do our best to get an answer for you before the end of the meeting."

[OOC: OCD up! Finally! Dear LJ, comments are for replying, not for nomming.]

Current Mood: mischievous

icecoldfrost

When the sorority members arrived in the rec room today, they'd find only Emma, perched comfortably with a smirk in the comfiest chair. "We were going to discuss sexual education today," she said briskly. "But since Quinn is busy sleeping off the consequences of her choices - it was a charming child, I'm sure - I'm going to usurp the meeting today to call attention to our mission as a sorority."

"Kappa Delta Gremlin was founded as a service-oriented sorority aimed at promoting self-esteem and life skills for female, or female-identifying, Fandom students. Now, what 'service-oriented' means is that the money we earned in the bake sale is going to go towards paying expenses for a larger fundraiser, not more spa trips."

She leaned over and picked up some official-looking pamphlets off the floor and started passing them around. "Now, Kappa Delta, our parent sorority, supports four national philanthropies: Girl Scouts of the USA, Prevent Child Abuse America, the Children's Hospital of Richmond, Virginia, and American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons Research Awards. Quinn and I are looking at holding both a Fun Run and a date auction to try to raise money for one of these organizations, and you can participate in either or both events."

"Another activity options is that every Kappa Delta collegiate chapter holds an annual "Shamrock Event" to raise money for Prevent Child Abuse America, as well as a local children's philanthropy of their chapter's choice. We, however, have not selected a charity to support as a group."

"I'd like us to discuss as a group which of the four nationals we'd like to focus on, or if there's a charity closer to home that we think is a better fit for us. Thoughts?"

[OOC: OCD up, missing Quinn modded with permissions.]

icecoldfrost

SOMEHOW Emma seemed to have found a large pile of snow beside the deck. Perhaps it had been pushed there by a plow, or created by a snow-fairy (or mutant). Either way, it was perfect for making snowmen, a fort, and/or a snowball fight.

"Right," Emma said, looking over her assorted charges. She'd make a quick ~~handwavey~~ trip to T&C to ensure everyone had appropriate cold-weather gear. "Remember, hats and coats stay on - I know it's warm, but it's not THAT warm - and no putting snow down another child's coat. I will place you in telepathic time-out if I catch you."

She brushed more snow off a chair on the deck, and threw a towel down before taking a seat. "Now go to it."

[OOC: OPEN SNOWPILE IS OPEN! ALL CHILDREN (AND PARENTS) WELCOME!]

Current Mood: cold

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

icecoldfrost

The student council weren't the only ones set up in the lobby today. Kappa Delta Gremlin had a table of their own, selling various baked goods made by the members of the sorority.

There were various and sundry cookies, muffins, brownies, anything ~~moddable~~ that a hungry student could want. Or a hungry love monkey, which Emma had to keep chasing away from the food. Fandom.

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

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.]

icecoldfrost

It was her birthday.

Emma turned the crayon-colored card Hank had manged to mail her over in her hands, trying to wrap her mind around it while the television droned on in the background with Tim Gunn telling someone why they sucked in an awesome manner.

It was her birthday, and she was eighteen. She no longer had to worry about Winston trying to have her committed so that she'd disappear, or social services, or anything like that. She could open a bank account in her own name. She could go to college, get a job, be seen in public. She could have her life back.

It was almost too big to process, but every time she started getting overwhelmed, she touched the flower in her hair and had to grin a little bit.

It was her eighteenth birthday. And so far, it was off to a pretty good start.

[Open post is open!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

It was a sleepy Quinn who got to the lobby and eyed the pastries on the coffee cart across the lobby from the Christmas tree with suspicion. Eventually, she selected an apple danish and prepared to pick at it while she texted back and forth with Brittany. Studying felt lame.

Still, she had to admit the cart looked awesome. There was tons of coffee (and other hot beverages), pastries, and extra pens and paper for anyone who might need one before class. A sign the definitely needed more glitter was hung on the cart, reading: GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS, FROM YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVES.

[OOC: Grab snaaaacks! Or talk to Quinn. Or ... whatever.]

Current Mood: bored

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Considering how he was still feeling, Alex decided to try some fresh, crisp air. He hadn't been up to the roof in awhile and he hoped that the chilliness would help clear his head and make him a little less likely to jump the first hot girl he saw.

He wandered over to the roof's ledge and pulled his jacket around him tighter before he lit his first (of what would be many) cigarettes. It was a little harder to deal with all this with a new, tiny roommate. He couldn't hit walls or throw things or drink or anything too bad with a kid who looked like he wasn't even eleven in there.

So, he'd stay here and smoke what would probably become an entire pack of cigarettes. Maybe he'd take a cold shower. Or maybe he'd just go find someone that could help. Man, this fucking island.

[The roof's open, sure]

Current Mood: restless

icecoldfrost

If you listened to radio, there were apparently certain... rumors going around that one Emma Grace Frost was 'Difficult.'

Which in no way, shape, or form, had influenced herself to throw on a white bikini and go lay out on the deck today. While diamond. Far be it from Emma to be that spiteful.

She was simply trying to relax enough to change back. Really. Seeing how many rainbows she could cause or freaking out her fellow classmates was simply a side-bonus.

[OOC: Open deck, open post! I'm at woooooooork and should be amused.]

Current Mood: amused

endsthegame

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

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

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

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

icecoldfrost

People had been dreaming.

This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.

This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.

Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.

Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.

[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]

Current Mood: annoyed

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

The cabins were starting to get to Alex. Sure, he and Griff often got into fistfights or bitch fights or any other type of fights but he'd only had to deal with one person when he was in a pissy mood. And Griff wasn't one to nag or be nosy so it'd been a copacetic situation.

Now, just to stop feeling like the walls were closing in on him, Alex had bolted out of his cabin and towards the campfire with the intention of smoking enough cigarettes to calm himself down. His mood was just fine, for once, but he was not built for cabin living.

At least the sun was going down and taking the temperature with it. Alex found a spot near the campfire, relaxed back against a log and stretched out, already lighting up a smoke and taking advantage of being outside to indulge in his favorite vice.

See, he already felt better.

[Campfire's hasn't lost that lovin' feelin' but it definitely has that open feelin'!]

Current Mood: restless

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter Bishop was not a fan of having his worldview rocked. He typically considered himself a very smart and rational human being.

Seemingly being dumped fifteen some years in the future was not a concept that gelled well with rational and scientific thought. It honestly made him feel like he was going crazy, no matter how much his conversation with Jacob had reassured him.

So Peter slunk into the couch, unable to concentrate enough to read. Instead, he flipped on the TV and proceeded to be horrified by the program that was on. Who thought it would be a good idea to film crazy new Jerseyians and put them on TV?

[ooc: Open common room is open!]

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

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

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

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

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

icecoldfrost

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

So there was officially a hockey team at Fandom now. Which meant that George figured he probably ought to watch more hockey. Or more than jus' the games wit' the Red Wings playin'.

Which would be why George had cookies and hockey on the television. The Sabres and the Hurricanes. He kinda like that goalie who was on the Sabres. Ryan Miller? Sounded like a good type a lad.

He was also taking notes. For - the hockey team. Or possibly doodles about random things involving blonde girls with pretty ~~teeth~~ eyes.

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

So, Griff was apparently back and in one piece. It was a Christmas miracle or something. Whatever it was, Alex hadn't hung around the room too long to ask because he'd still been pissed that he'd been worried in the first place. This is the shit that happened when he left himself open and he didn't know how much he liked the feeling.

That and a shitload of other things had been wandering up to the roof, cigarette already lit when he stepped out into the mild evening air. It felt like it'd been awhile since he'd actually smoked on the roof what with the colder temperatures and random weird weather events. It was nice to have something familiar.

He slid down against the roof's wall, leaning back against it, feet crossed at the ankle. His Christmas had consisted of a phone call from his mother, which hadn't been fun. After Christmas, he was a little more determined to make count.

And he'd start by smoking. On the roof. For awhile. Yep.

[post is open, of course. ~~i'm at work so i might be a little slow or AFK but yes~~ and i'm home yay]

Current Mood: irritated

icecoldfrost

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

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: chipper

bitchprince

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

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

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

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

icecoldfrost

Between this weekend, the Rescue Rangers events of the previous week, and the whatever-the-heck was going around at the play last night, Emma needed a smoke.

Honestly, she could kill off an entire carton repressing the events of last weekend, but she was going to sit on the roof ledge and be good and stick to one or two cigarettes. Maybe three, if she felt like indulging.

Four, if anyone gave her any crap, but Emma wasn't anticipating needing to deal with anything that couldn't be solved with a glare and judicious unethical use of her powers. Or mocking. Mocking solved everything.

[Open roof. SP disclaimer applies, as I haven't been getting notifs for anyone since Friday. Poke me over email if I don't answer.]

icecoldfrost

Normally Emma would head to the roof when she wanted to escape the ennui of her classmates, but she was still feeling a bit vexed from yesterday's ethics class, and wanted to work it off.

So it was the salle instead, and Emma had her own sword with her instead of one of the practice foils as she worked her footwork and positions. Prime, seconde, tierce...

[Open salle is open! Distract me from my Friday to-do list!]

Current Mood: busy

icecoldfrost

It was a bit chilly out, but that didn't really deter Emma. She actually sort of liked fall, with the wind and the leaves, especially now that she didn't have to worry about finding a place to sleep once it got cold.

She let her lungs fill with smoke before exhaling, glancing down at the latest assignment for her AP Algebra course. It was nights like this that made her wonder why she'd agreed to the extra work of distance-classes in the first place. She could be out at the bar, but no, she had more homework to do.

Maybe if she was lucky, someone would show up and give her an excuse to ignore her numbers for a bit.

[Open roof is open! Distract me from the impending Monday!]

Current Mood: bored

glacial_queen

Karla fled towards the dorms, running as if there were Hell-hounds flat on her heels. Just a little bit further, she thought. Just a little bit faster… She was flagging, and quickly, but she reached down deep in her reserves and dredged up enough energy for one last little burst of speed.

( Too bad it was impossible to outrun one’s own fragmenting mind. )

[ So starts the plot of Crazy! Open for reactions from anyone inside. Psychics, empaths, telepaths, people prone to odd dreams, random people up at stupid o’clock in the morning—anyone can react to the waves of emotion. Karla herself is not available for interaction. Further posts can be found here and then here. These posts are NFI, save for ~~Plot-slaves~~ Team Rescue! WARNING: MORE DARK THEMES AND CREEPINESS AHEAD. POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING. AFTERMATH OF VIOLENCE, PARTICULARLY SEXUAL AND AGAINST CHILDREN. I WARN BECAUSE I CARE.

Yes, my canon is MADE OF WRONG.]

icecoldfrost

Emma had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an email to her 'dates' on Thursday, detailing her nefarious plans. She'd taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while they got ready. If other people wandered in wanting help, or just to hang out before the dance, that was fine with her too, but Emma was anticipating needing to fuss over Karla and Beka, and probably Triela and Tara.

This was totally her good deed for the month, possibly for the year. After all, someone had to set a good example.

And she was pretty sure she could get Morton and Rosto to pay for pictures of this. Details. They still had a dance to get ready for.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms, although the dates already know who they are. Up early for timezone/SP awesome. ETA: No, no boys allowed. If you try to peek in the door, Emma will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night.]

Current Mood: bouncy

bitten_notshy

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

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

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

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

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had gotten phone calls from both her grandmother and Tara earlier about the coming weekend. Gran had said she definitely wouldn't be able to come due to a recent storm taking out some pretty heavy damage on the house, so finances were limited. Tara had said she'd do what she could, but to expect a visitor no matter what. That was...cryptic and weird, but Sookie had kind of dismissed it as Tara being Tara.

In any case, to cheer herself up a little, she'd moved out to the common room and was whipping up a batch of chocolate-chip cookies. Partly because they made her feel better, and partly because she owed them to someone, so it'd be a good idea to have them on hand. She turned the TV onto Squee, because even if she couldn't sing, other kids could, and they'd make her happier. Plus, fake baby storylines were always amazing.

[open!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex hadn't been down to the deck in awhile, having been spending the majority of his time on the roof. Today, though, he found himself out on the deck, lounging in one of the chairs, feet up and sunglasses on. He thought he'd be able to fall asleep, get some sun but it wasn't happening. Still, that didn't mean he was going to give up his comfortable sprawl on the chair.

Well, he could move his arms to light a cigarette and stick it between his lips so he could blow smoke out lazily. He figured since it was his last free day before he had to go back to class, he deserved a day to just sit and laze. If he got bored enough, he'd brought a book down with him but that wasn't getting used anytime soon.

[deck's an open place!]

Current Mood: lazy

glacial_queen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had ~~handwavily~~ found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink ~~Moddable of course~~ was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

icecoldfrost

After ~~handwavily~~ indulging in cigars last night after the broadcast, Emma wasn't craving a smoke right now. Still, she liked the roof, and had taken her AP Algebra textbook up with her to get out of her room for a bit. Hank had somehow arranged for her to take a correspondence class for credit, so that she'd have more 'traditional' classes on her transcripts. She would have preferred statistics, honestly, but algebra wasn't too painful.

And if she kept twirling a cigarette between her fingers as she worked on her assignment, well, she'd need a break soon anyway.

[open roof is open!]

Current Mood: busy

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

With summer classes over, Alex found himself gravitating to the roof again for a celebration. Okay, he was on the roof to smoke. He knew he could have gone out, gone to the mainland or something but he didn't feel particularly like doing that so he'd stayed local and gone to the roof.

He hopped up onto the edge, feet dangling over the side and pulled out the cigarettes. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do next week especially with half of the people he talk with off island for one reason or the other. Maybe he'd just go on a bender somewhere. Who knows, if he got really lucky, he'd run into his father in one of those bars. Fun times.

[roof is open!]

Current Mood: calm

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.

icecoldfrost

After a week spent ~~hiding~~ recuperating in her room, Emma was starting to go insane. There was only so much sleeping or reading she could do while staring at the same four walls, and the powers-hangover she'd had from her 'adventure' was finally starting to fade enough to make going outside seem appealing.

Pack of Gitanes in-hand, she fled to the roof. The fresh air and sunshine were exactly what she needed after so much time indoors, and a girl had to feed the nicotine addiction sometime.

[Open roof, open post, yes!]

Current Mood: bored

icecoldfrost

Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]

Current Mood: amused

glacial_queen

The cabins were mostly quiet. It was incredibly late Friday night--technically very early Saturday morning--and by this time, both the most of the righteous and unrighteous had finally found their beds--well, theirs or someone else's.

There was one major exception to this: a group of girls sneaking out of the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker cabin, preparing to go forth and steal boxers. For great justice, and even greater hilarity.

[Open for anyone at the party willing and interested in joining. ~~Again, please wait for the~~ OCD is up. Names and underwear descriptions will be added as I get them.]

glacial_queen

Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few females ~~kept deliberately vague to keept the option open, but to avoid modding~~ had shown up and helped.

The only way she was ever drinking the suppression brew again was if it were a life-or-death situation. And depending on whose life-or-death it was, Karla might have to give some serious thought to the matter.

Still, it was done. The counters and scattered tables practically groaned with food and drink (the majority from T&C of course!): fruits, veggies, popcorn, chips, candy, various chocolates, soda, water, juice, Gatorade, wine, vodka, rum, various mixers...The furniture in the living room had been pushed aside for maximum space (it would still be a bit cramped, regardless) and the TV had been set up to play whatever movies folks brought along. Extra pillows and blankets were heaped everywhere, both to use as furniture and in case anyone forgot theirs. There were a few sets of hastily-acquired speakers for people to plug their pod-mabobs and empty3 players into for music, and a small section of the kitchen had been set aside off for experimenting with hair dye and make-up.

And in her room was a small pile of sacks and bags of various kind. All the better for stealing boxers with.

The cabin--and Karla--were about as ready as they'd ever be. Now just to wait for folks to show up.

(Posted early for great SP! Girls only, but all girls invited. ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD up!)

icecoldfrost

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

[open!]

Current Mood: busy

icecoldfrost

Emma was not wanting to go far from her cabin tonight, in case something hideously humiliating tried bubbling forth in song. She wanted to keep the option of a strategic retreat open in case it became needed.

Not that the tune she kept singing under her breath as she poked at the fire was high culture, but at least it wasn't some Spice Girls or something equally awful.

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free.
I can catch the moon in my hand,
Don't you know who I am?

Remember my name!
I'm gonna live forever.
I'm gonna learn how to fly!
I feel it coming together,
People will see me and die.
I'm gonna make it to heaven,
Light up the sky like a flame !
I'm gonna live forever,
Baby, remember my name...

This day couldn't be over soon enough.

[OOC: Open campfire, open post. You know you love it...]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had decided to take advantage of the warm weather while they still had it, and had procured some marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, as well as some hot dogs and other assorted things that could be roasted over a fire.

She didn't have a whole lot of campfire-y experience, in general, but these were staples of her childhood and seemed like a good idea. Who didn't like chocolate, anyway?

...probably people who were allergic. And vampires, since they didn't eat people food. But still! Most people liked chocolate, anyways!

So Sookie perched herself beside the campfire with plenty of food for others should anyone choose to join her in roasting things over said fire. Her marshmallow was starting to look all nice and lightly tanned.

[open like a campfire is!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

wantstodirect

Tony put the DVD for the Roman Polanski version of The Scottish Play into the player and went to make popcorn while the FBI warning came up on the screen. He plopped down on the couch with his popcorn and pop and waited for a few people to arrive before starting the movie itself.

[Open to all!]

Current Mood: relaxed

icecoldfrost

Chips and salsa probably didn't count as dinner for most people, but considering that it was about the extent of Emma's cooking ability, it would have to make due. As agitated as she was right now, she's burn down the dorms if she so much as tried to make popcorn.

Which, if people would shut up, she wouldn't be having this problem.

Food achieved, she settled in on the couch and started channel surfing. It had been over a year of no television: time to see if cable had anything worth watching.

[Open as CRs are!]

Current Mood: annoyed

glacial_queen

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

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