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justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

When Sookie had first discovered the wonder of I Love the New Millenium back in January, she had found it to be an extraordinarily valuable resource. However, she'd only managed to catch the first few years.

So imagine her delight when, while flipping through the channels on the television in boredom Thursday night, she discovered she was just in time for years 2005-2007.

"Martha Stewart," she said to no one in particular, glaring at the television. "Gran would be so disappointed in you if she knew the kind of trouble you got yourself into! I should write her right now and tell her to stop making your pine cone bird feeders!"

Sookie needed to get out more.

[this post is brought to you by the fact that I found a download for both I Love the 80's AND I Love the 90's, the complete series. Shhh, I love these things.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was cheerful as she started a campfire in front of her cabin. It had been a good day. She had enjoyed her SAT prep class -- best idea for a class, in her opinion. After class, she had drawn up her courage and auditioned for the new play. She thought she had done pretty well and now was kicking back in front of the cabin and people watching.

She had pulled out some sodas and anyone was welcome to grab one.

[[OOC: Open campfire is open]]

blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com

It was so frakkin' weird being a graduate, Eve had decided. Especially since she was sticking around for the summer. She was glad that she was, but it still gave her a whole bunch of weird feelings.

Therefore she was ignoring them by sitting in the common room and watching random crap on TV.

You wouldn't even have to fight her for the remote!

[Open as common rooms are]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah had mats pulled out and tables set up with refreshments. When everyone was there she leaned against one of the tables.

"Okay, so this is the last official weekly practice for a few weeks. I figure we could use the break since there are a lot of activities and changes that are coming up with graduation and new students and all of that. I do think we should have a couple of events happen this summer for the students and to make sure that we keep a good profile in the minds of the residents. But those meetings can be called at a later time. For now, let's chill out and have fun on our last official practice today."

She may have sounded a lot more cheerful than she actually felt.

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Last night, Joan had the scary dream about koala bears in hats. She decided that tonight, she was gonna stay up ALL night and watch TV in the big room with the big fridge that had lots of ice cream.

She dragged her blanket, pillow and stuffed kitten to the common room and turned on the TV. She would love to have some company.

[Open! I thought a weetiny sleepover leading to big people waking up could be fun. Plus I haven't gotten to play much :D]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com

Rachel was so definitely taking Isabel's advice. She'd rummaged up some ice cream from the freezer -- because this whole thing was traumatizing, and trauma meant ice cream, dammit! -- and had taken up a spot in one of the chairs near the TV.

She flipped through the channels idly. God, the programming in this town sucked.

[Open as common rooms are!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was cheerfully bouncing around as she set everything up for practice.

The mats were pulled out and there was a table of healthy snacks and caffeine -- along with bottled water.

Once everything was set up to her liking, she started stretching out.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Ah. The couch. Very comfortable, very nice, especially after a long, hard day at the library and working oh-so-hard in Self-Defense Club. Cal reveled in the softness of the cushions and how easily his lanky body seemed to have no problem taking it over, and munching on delicious cookies that seemed to have been just waiting for him to consume.

The fact that Rumor Gal was on the TV was pure coincidence. Really. It was just on. Background noise. Somehow, 'someone' had lost the remote under the couch again. The fact that he appeared riveted to it was just more of his clear acting skills.

[[ yup. Open. ]]

ashockingbitch

Jenny had eventually dragged herself up from her most recent hangover and staggered to the restroom, intent on brushing her teeth to rid her mouth of the taste of old cigarettes and gin, aka 'death.'

Then she had discovered the tap was running with caramel hot cocoa.

Anyone entering the girls' room would find Jenny Sparks attempting to fit her entire head in the sink.

((Open! To, you know, girls. And guys who don't mind getting screamed at, I suppose...))

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]

Current Mood: busy

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan showed up at the gym early so she could set up for practice.

She was grateful that Marco had agreed to keep the baby so she didn't have to worry about that while she was dragging out the mats and finding music.

There was also a cooler full of chilled water bottles so the cheerleaders could stay well hydrated during practice.

withoutverona

Romeo ventured into the common room late Tuesday evening, drawn by a desperate need to get Halloween candy early. He found a bag of miniature Snickers and settled in on the couch, fortified with chocolates and a showing of Absolutely, Perhaps that he was pretending was drawing him in less than it did.

He was rooting for the brunette.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Early morning found Amber in the kitchen of the common room making breakfast. Waking up totally starved will do that to a person. Also will a craving for french toast, and so far she had filled a better portion of a large platter just in case anyone went sniffing down the hallway. There was bacon and sausage as well, and she was working on scrambled eggs.

Too skinny. Hah!

The yellow sponge guy was on the tv 'cause Amber was a little dorky like that and watched cartoons when she felt like it.

[Yah, you betcha it's open.]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Ned hadn't spent much of his time outside since his arrival. It was partly due to nervousness, partly due to unfamiliarity and the other part due to the season. He liked winter but summer wasn't his favorite time of year.

He always seemed to sunburn.

But, he'd been out to the deck area a few times and, since he didn't want to cook, took Digby down there. He'd bought a cheap pair of sunglasses and some sunscreen with him. You know, just in case.

He had his shirt on. Pity. But he thought the pale might scare people.

[So open. I have been watching bad movies all day. This is better.]

Current Mood: mellow

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

After class -- and boy was she relieved that Mr. Rogers was there and all right -- Savannah hadn't wanted to go back to her room yet. She also hadn't been in the mood to go to the beach, either. So, after trying to figure out where to go, she had decided on the roof. Finding somewhere she could sit out of the way and watch the sky, she tried to get comfortable.

She was sore, achey and upset. Not a fun combination.

She had also been kind of dumb. What had she been thinking -- trying to fight Hades like that?! Had she been oh so slightly suicidal? She was lucky that he hadn't done more damage than he had.

"Note to self, when Hell Gods attack... go around them."

Which brought her to the other part of her mood.

Johnny.

Yesterday's fight... and then the one that was even worse when she came home last night...

Things were not good and she didn't know how to fix them -- or even if they could be fixed.

[[OOC: Open like an open thing.]]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Meg had been nice and made everyone breakfast.

Today, Savannah decided that she was going to make breakfast for everyone.

However, she was much smaller than Meg and couldn't reach the stove -- which some people would probably be thankful for.

Instead, she had pulled out every kind of cookie, candy or sweet that she had found. The tables were covered with all kinds of sugary goodness -- including tubes of the colored sugar that one used to decorate cookies and cupcakes. Savannah liked the blue sugar. It was obvious because she was wearing some of it on her face and dress.

After she had pulled everything out, she sat in front of the TV and started looking for cartoons as she happily munched away.

[[Open! And yes, Savannah intends to share the massive amounts of sugar and sweets with all of the kids]]

Current Mood: hyper

redintraining.livejournal.com

Now that Sky, alias Uberman, had been filled with a nice breakfast of pancakes, there were important matters to take care of.

Like fighting off invisible villains.

"Ha! Gotcha with my 'splodey baseball!" he crowed, tossing a tiny plastic ball at what he imagined was the wicked Space Turkey. "And I getcha 'gain if you come back! Uberman never gives up, an' he always beats the bad guys!" He spread his arms and ran in circles, pretending to fly, his red towel "cape" fluttering behind him.

"Here comes Uberman, to save the day..."

[Open for both the wee and the normal-sized to play! ... And no, I have no idea where I pulled Space Turkey from. My nether regions, I expect.]

Current Mood: bouncy

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sometime around midmorning a large truck pulled up to the dorms. Sokka, grinning from ear to ear, signed the invoice and helped the deliverypeople unload a lot of large wooden crates onto the lawn just outside the dorm entrance. A bit of work with a crowbar, and voilà! Sokka dug through the straw inside the crates and began pulling out angel statues as the truck drove off again.

There were big angel statues and little angel statues. Some were porcelain, and some were terra cotta, and some were soft stone. Some were weeping, and some were pointing, and some were smiling. Some were on the ground, and some were set up on top of the crates. It was a whole SMORGASBORD of angel statues.

And, of course, there was a nice selection of sledgehammers. Other weapons or explosives were also encouraged.

The big sign leaning against a nearby tree read

ANGEL SMASHY
PRICE: $FREE

[OOC: Welcome one and all to Sokka's angel-smash-o-rama! Open to everyone who wants to vent their bottled rage. I'm running out the door right now, but I'll be back in 20 to answer pings.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had never planned a surprise party before. That's okay because this one hadn't been exactly planned either. There was a posterboard sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNETTE on it on the wall, and another near a table that said PLACE PRESENTS HERE.

He set about putting out the food he'd gotten and drinks.

[Open to all! OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Rath rolled over in bed, waking up - wait. Bed? There was a bed.

And, apparently, a dorm room. Not in the sewers.

The room got a cursory glance, and then a rather closer one at the pictures on the wall. Since when had Lonnie gone for the preppie look? Not to mention Zan... and anyway, what the hell were those pictures doing here when he'd never seen the place before?

Something very weird was going on here, and Rath didn't like it. He barely bothered to fix his hair before stalking out into the main building to find someone to give him some answers.

[ooc: Michael is now Rath, his duplicate clone self. Rath is... um. An amoral, murderous - though only for a good reason, or what he considers one - horndog punk. :D? This post is open!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke wanted to go out. But so far that hadn't given her much success in pretty much anything but frustration, so tonight she was staying in. Camping out in the common room and keeping an eye out for anyone who might not have been wearing the right head, she started flipping through channels and was more than happy to see that the season premiere of Two Shrub Valley was on. Putting the remote down, she started pondering popcorn.

[Open as CR's tend to be!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny Storm was back. He was back, smokin' hot (in more ways that one ha ha), and single. He took a moment to look around, trying to find anything at all that had changed about Fandom since he left.

Nope. Nothing. It all looks the same.

He chuckled, "Weeeeeird."

[totally open.]

not_in_the_book

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.

[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Luckily, the Gym had been set up last night before the unfortunate changing into an animal incident.

There was a sign-in sheet and a table full of refreshments. There were also a lot of blankets spread out on the practice mats on the floor for more comfortable seating arrangements. There were signs all over the gym that said:

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM HIGH KISS-IN!!!!

There was another sign by the table that listed the rules:

1) Kiss anyone you like for as long as you like.
2) Not comfortable with kissing? Huggings are just fine.
3) Shirts are optional.
4) If you find yourself getting carried away, please take it somewhere private. We're protesting, but not everyone is not public orgies.
5) Have fun breaking the no PDA and 8 inches apart rules!

As of yet, Savannah was not there, but everything else looked to be in order.

There was no reason to wait for her to be there to start your protesting.

[[OOC: Welcome to the Kiss-In, the PDA protest that was indeed approved by

umbitch. ~~Please wait for the slight~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

Current Mood: bouncy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

After getting home after Caritas closed, and promising Bel and Phoebe that no, really, he was only going across the hall tonight and he wasn't going to be drinking and he wasn't going to get into trouble really and he'd be home soon, Anders ducked into the suite's kitchenette long enough to grab his cupcake-baking equipment and the ingredients he'd ~~oh so handwavily~~ picked up.

Said paraphernalia was then promptly hustled down the hall to the common room and set up in the kitchen there. Just add water, and one co-conspirator, and he expected the results to be spectacular.

Or at least, very, very satisfying.

. . . he might have been less than entirely truthful about not getting into trouble.

Maybe.

[OOC: Anders is here for Ronan, but hey, common room, come on in.]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Eight inches? Jude didn't know imperial very well, but that just sounded insane.

So there was only one thing to do, one logical course of action to follow. The resurrection of a proud Fandom High tradition (hey, he'd done it once before, hadn't he?).

So now, Jude was standing in front of the dorms in his Awesome suit, jacket and skateboard nearby, holding aloft a sign that said simply, 'FREE HUGS'. A stack of similar signs was at his feet.

[[I have to go have blood tests done soon, but post is open for hugs and for people to grab a sign and join in.]]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny had homework to do for his How To be Awesome workshop. Hopefully it was going to go well.

He was shirtless, thinking this would aid him in his picking up chicks abilities. Not that he really needed it. Come on. And he had his spy cam all ready to go. He was actually looking forward to using some of these pick up lines. Cheesy they may be, he still thought them cool.

Sitting down on the lawn, he brought along a supercross magazine to pass the time.

Come on chicks!

(ooc: Johnny is trying to pick up chicks using specific pick-up lines from his workshop class. He will use his spy cam to record all of this. If you allow him to try and pick up your character, you have the right to smack him, kick him, throw a beverage at him, whatever...or? you can totally give him your number. Just let me know oocly that it is all right for him to try. Otherwise, just chat away!)

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny started with a five to ten minute aerobic program, then he followed with stretching exercises to all muscle groups. Moving on from there he performed a light work out with adequate resistance, causing his body to warm considerably.

After that, he began a series of dumbell exercises, from flat dumbell presses to incline flies. He was working his upper body strength today as well as his abs and legs. Now he was working on front raises with his knees slightly bent, the dumbell against his thighs, palms towards his body.

It was a great work out and one he needed. He had been neglecting his body for too long. Imagine that? And wanted a good work out this morning that would last a good couple hours. More than likely it would be followed by a swim at the pool.

(gym is open for all your gym needs.)

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River had acquired some fresh fruit, something she'd missed a lot on Serenity. She'd filled a large bowl with apples, oranges, grapes and pineapple, and started with an apple, cutting it into neat wedges before eating it.

[Open. Fruit for all.]

Current Mood: hungry

sensethevisions

Phoebe was free for the afternoon, so she managed to get to the gym early to set up for cheerleading practice.

She dragged out the mats for everyone and then started playing some music. There was also a table off to the side with drinks and snacks.

While she was waiting for people to show up, she did some back bends to stretch out her shoulder and back muscles.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Original Soundtrack - Spin the Bottle

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Still upset from her disastrous day, Annette did what she could to set up the gym for practice. She got out all the regular equipment and made everything seem happier by ~~handwavily~~ stopping by J,GOB's for donuts...all different kinds because they all just looked so good she couldn't choose. She also had a ~~moddable~~ assortment of drinks as well.

(ooc: sorry this is later in getting up. I forgot cause I'm a dork. ~~please wait for~~ ocd is up!)

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam had found the gym with ease.

Deciding to get in a workout, Adam was now doing a number on the punching bag to start. He'd move onto his katas in a little bit.

[OOC: Open, so very open!]

Current Mood: energetic

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris was up early and decided to take his cup of hot chocolate, his notes, and the Book of Shadows to the main campfire.

He still hadn't managed to figure out what was attacking people in the woods, and after last night's radio, he was more determined than ever to figure it out before more people got hurt. He wondered if anyone else had had any luck. He hoped that sitting in such a visible place, he'd run into them and be able to ask.

[ooc: open to all; but primarily for the researchers/finale folks. If you need to be recruited for the finale, this is one place you can be (Conner's post which will be going up later is the other). I'll be AFK from 11:30 EST to 5 EST for work, but Wyatt has complete modding rights over Chris and will be here to help organize things ICly. Any questions, feel free to drop either of us an email!]

[ETA: *KICKS LJ* I'm not getting comment notifications, sorry.]

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

Kabuto had ~~handwavily~~ moved in the day previously, but had had the curtain shut. He'd claimed B-something-or-other-that-doesn't-conflict, bringing mostly books with him from his dorm room. That, and his laptop.

He had the laptop with him in the living room area, typing away furiously with the tv on in the background. Occasionally he'd glance up and wonder why it was on Food Network, but it wasn't worth trying to find the remote and flip stations. Besides, it was vaguely entertaining in a way.

Living with seven other people in one cabin was going to be Interesting, to say the least. Might as well get on with meeting them all, so he knew what he was dealing with.

((sp is love T_T post is mainly so Salamandarians can meet up, 'cause yeah :D))

im-afrog.livejournal.com

It had been one long, exciting and nerve wracking first day in Fandom. Even after experiencing quite a range of reactions to this place and stories he'd been told, Adam was really glad he had decided to come here.

He had finished unpacking and setting up, Adam was now relaxing and enjoying the outdoors. He was slightly nervous about the upcoming workshops, but hopefully by then, he'd know people that were taking the same ones he'd chosen.

[OOC: Campfire is OPEN! Besides, this seemed like the popular thing to do. ;)]

Current Mood: accomplished

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