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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.

wantstobehuman.livejournal.com

So George didn't really have a lot of skills that were any use in a crisis. Not really -- he wasn't a fighter, and while he could do research, he wasn't sure what he knew already would be of any use. (Except for those several languages, but regardless.)

What George did feel comfortable doing was cooking. Cooking lots of things. Soup, stew, pasta, casseroles... There were three different things in the oven at the moment, and two more in pots on top of the stove.

He turned when there was a soft laugh from the entrance to the kitchen. "Looks like you had the same idea I did," said the newcomer. "Cooking for the researchers?"

"And the people in town hall, yeah," George confirmed. "Look, there's always room for one more. I'm George. George Sands."

The other boy -- who, George realised, was carrying a box with him -- came over and set it down on the counter in the one bit of free space. "Eric van der Woodsen," he offered in return, reaching over to shake George's hand. "I figured it couldn't hurt to do some baking, at least." And he pulled a waffle-iron out of the box ~~because I can't resist a running gag~~.

"Baking's good!" George agreed. "Why don't you handle that while I handle soups, then? And we should make-"

"Oi, what's this, then?" Another person interrupted at the doorway.

"We're cooking for the researchers," Eric explained to the tall ~~and devilishly handsome~~ man. "And the clinic workers in the town hall."

A grin broke out on the man's face, and he tossed a bag over to each of them. "Saves me doing it myself, then. Ronan Nolan, I'm one of those clinic workers. Fill the bags with whatever you've got, they should hold it all. Bigger on the inside."

George opened the bag he'd caught and reached in. He could just barely feel the bottom with the tips of his fingers. "Won't they spill? Or get jostled?" Ronan shook his head.

"Whatever's in there will stay upright. The space inside the bag doesn't move; the bag's kind of a doorway to a bit of pinched-off space elsewhere." Ronan turned on his heel and waved over his shoulder. "I'm off to the town hall. I can't wait 'til you bring that stuff by, it smells fantastic!"

George and Eric shared a long look before shrugging and getting to work on the food.

[George and Eric poke-able, food for sharing now, too, if you have a character who wants something!]

puppy_fair

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck had some time to kill before Emmett dragged him off to do radio so he decided to hang out in the common room to make himself easily available. He didn't want to be in his room when that happened; Emmett had the habit of knocking so hard that the door almost came off the hinges. Chuck decided to make himself comfortable while waiting and he had ordered some Chinese food and was now poking at lo mein while watching a movie.

It was really unfair that the chubby kid from this movie ended up with Rebecca Romijn.

[I'm bored omg. And Stand By Me is really on CMT right now fyi]

Current Mood: bored

notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com

Eric was frustrated.

No, contrary to what one might expect, that frustration didn't have anything to do with any particular flowers or scents around the island. In fact, the frustration had everything to do with his complete and utter inability to use a sword.

He glared at the practice sword in his hand -- one of the lightest ones available, in fact -- and almost began swearing at it before he sighed, collected himself, and began once again his unpracticed swings at the practice dummy.

Goddammit, he was going to learn how to use a sword, if only for his Rangering workshop.

[Expecting one in particular, but open salle is open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

wantstodirect

Tonight was the World War I flashback episode with a hot guest star, lots of time in the trenches and enough homoerotic subtext to keep Mason's fangirls squeeing for weeks. Plus, of course, Lee Nicholas, who would be shirtless for at least one scene, if Tony remembered right. Poor James Taylor Grant. He would keep getting those flesh wounds in the torso area.

Tony had a bowl of popcorn and a can of pop and was in his usual spot on the couch in the common room to watch Darkest Night.

Current Mood: amused

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

lovemykilt

Priestly had finally called his mom back after cheerleading practice.

Yeah, that conversation hadn't gone well. Well, okay, it had, but only because Priestly lied out his ass. According to his mom, now, the school'd made him get a haircut, he was back to playing football, and her little plan to get her good little boy back on the straight and narrow was working.

So now he was sprawled on the couch, taking up as much room as humanly possible, Ramone flopped out on his head between the twin lines of his hairstyle of the day, flipping through channels at high speed while pondering what sort of bizarre and assuredly not "straight and narrow" dish to make himself for dinner.

"What do you think, Ramone? Maybe a fondue? People love fondue."

Priestly had no idea how to make a fondue.

[ooc: open like a common room]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

Blair had spared nothing to make sure Eric's party was set up. And by "spared nothing" we mean "paid people to make that happen because Blair Waldorf doesn't do service work."

A temporary stage had been set up for the burlesque show. Shirtless cater waiters milled about, ready to supply guests with drinks and food. A cake had a lovely central location. Large heating lamps were placed to help ward off the chill.

Projectors had been set up to show classic films starring Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Cary Grant, and the like. They played silently so as not to drown out the music which was a mix of modern and 30s and 40s dance.

Blair was dressed up in her best Audrey Hepburn look and surveyed the results of her handiwork. It would do.

[ooc: OCD is up! Come get your party on! All are welcome!]

Current Mood: determined

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