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You know, Atton had been happy to say goodbye to communal living when he came here (the single room was an extra plus). Being back in the middle of it had not been treating him all that kindly.

Not that he couldn't cope. It was just annoying. Sleeping in one tent with a Force sensitive wasn't making it any easier, either.

So, yeah, he was going to get out of his tent whenever possible. Crash down by the side of the fire. Maybe get some food going the way he'd learned a long time ago, back during the wars. Anything was good if you put it on a skewer and held it over a fire.

He was quickly developing a shine towards these hot dog sausages. Got a whole pack of them and everything.

[[ open! ]]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

It had been a quiet sort of day, and now Firekeeper and Blind Seer were rounding it off with Chinese food and channel surfing.

Well, okay, Firekeeper was eating the Chinese food (Blind Seer's tastes didn't really run that way) and doing most of the channel-flipping. Blind Seer was mostly taking up one of the couches by sprawling across it.

Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately), Firekeeper had misjudged portion sizes when she'd tried to order just a little bit of everything, and ended up with rather a lot of everything. So she was quite willing to share with anyone who came by.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.

It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.

With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.

Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.

[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

It was Wednesday evening, and Firekeeper found herself feeling... oddly nostalgic (not that she knew that was the word for it) for some of her early days in Fandom, which led to a trip to the common room to see what was playing on the television. Padding over to the couch, she curled up with Blind Seer and flicked the device on.

She flipped through channels until finding a show that the television announced was entitled Rod and the Tome of Unadulterated Badness. Huh. Well, it seemed more interesting than any of the other offerings, so why not?

[ooc: ...haven't done a CR post with this girl forever. SO I DO ONE NOW. So open.]

wasthecuteone

The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))

puppy_fair

Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD ~~coming~~ up and this post is open!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not fond of the television. The ones here were, at least, far more primitive than the ones at home, but she still associated them strongly with bad news, and mandatory viewing for all districts.

However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.

What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.

[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]

puppy_fair

When the reserves group gathered for today’s meeting, they’d be met with... Well, they’d be met with Zack, stepping forward and grinning brightly at the lot of them, maybe bouncing on his toes for good measure. Hey, just because there was the possibility of new people didn’t mean he was going to try to be all serious about it. Zack didn’t do serious all that well.

“Hey, guys! Welcome to the first reserves meeting of the new term!” He nodded toward the table that was set up nearby. “Help yourself to the cookies if you haven’t already? We’re going to take it easy today before we get into the serious stuff again next week. Introductions and things like that, in case there are any newbies around, you know? Starting with us, of course. I’m Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. I specialize in working with swords,” like the absolutely massive one on his back, “and take on some of the most heavy missions that my job back home can hand a guy. Usually on my own.”

“Kennedy,” the girl who was about half his size and cradling a crossbow in the crook of one arm spoke up. “Potential Slayer, trained to fight demons and your standard supernatural baddies. Long story, ask me later if you want to know. I know swords, not as much as Zack does, and knives and a few other things, but my real favorite is this baby here. I’ve been working with crossbows for nine years.”

“Jak,” said the blond who looked like he both desperately needed a haircut, and didn’t care much about haircuts to begin with. He also had ears that stuck out... at least several inches and tapered off to a pointy end, and a chunk of metal strapped to his thigh. “Freedom fighter. I’m good with hand-to-hand, but my thing is shooting things. Or blowing them up.” He took said chunk of metal from his thigh, pulled another chunk of metal off his back and pressed the two of them together. The whole affair stretched out suddenly, assuming the shape of a gun with a large blue cartridge shoved in the back. “Any questions?”

[Open reserves are open to all! Co-written with the usual suspects.]

puppy_fair

The Reserves members had been ~~handwavily~~ notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

( Hey, Guys! )

[Open!]

momslilassassin

Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.

Current Mood: hungry

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had helped her siblings and the manse children gather firewood for bonfires in Rainbow Valley more times than she could count, and so she knew she had the proper mix of kindling to larger logs.

There was only one little problem--as the youngest, she'd never been permitted to light the fire, and the sausages she'd brought out with her weren't going to cook themselves.

How irritating.

She said down on a nearby log with a little flounce of her skirts, hoping for one of the older students to come along and help a wee freshman out.

Current Mood: annoyed

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo being shorter than Francine wasn't new; Katchoo being this much shorter than Francine was.

Also not new: Francine feeding people, where for the time being the term 'people' encompassed her tiny four-year-old roommate-slash-girlfriend, currently plunked down three feet in front of the TV and flipping through the channels because nobody wanted her anywhere near the food preparation. That remote control might get thrown sometime soon.

Why?

"STUPID GOLF! I WANNA WATCH SOMETHING ELSE!"

Because of that.

This could get messy, and that was even before the food.

[OOC: Francine modded with permission, common room is open. Beware of Chewie-flung projectiles.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.

He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.

[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

wantstodirect

Tony had several pizzas and a few bomb bottles of soda out in the common room and was settled on the couch to watch the long-awaited new episode of Darkest Night. Tonight, they'd find out who survived last fall's cliffhanger episode! (Spoiler alert: Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant totally survived.) Plus, they'd see Amanda Tapping guest star as a mysterious Victorian woman from Raymond's past.

[Open like a CR!]

Current Mood: relaxed

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Jonas was finished with classes for the week. Despite having been on the island for awhile now, having copious amounts of free time was still a foreign concept. He wasn't expected to volunteer everyday in preparation for his Assignment or to spend set amounts of time anywhere. He could just do what he wanted.

That thought had led him into the common room to be able to spread a few books on a few different subjects out. Some of the books were hidden (because they were...embarrassing to say the least) and some were more outwardly visible (and less embarrassing).

Of course, despite the multitude of things to keep him busy, Jonas kept letting his mind wander off into next week's class and what might his greatest fear might be. The answer was hidden deep inside his mind and Jonas was steadfastly ignoring it.

Turning on the television helped that. It also meant his reading kept distracting from the television and the television from the reading. It was a vicious circle.

[open, sure]

Current Mood: pensive

lovemykilt

After spending the morning reading celebrity gossip mags online, Priestly was all set to be a little more social. He put his kilt on over a pair of ripped jeans, used every dye color in his collection to achieve a banded technicolor mohawk (and a little bit of stripe on his goatee), put in a call to Dinah, and hit the common room to whip up a couple hot subs.

After all, if he was going to go about setting fashion trends, he needed to have something that might draw people in, right?

Yeah, and okay, he was pretty hungry to boot. What? He was a growing teenage boy.

[ooc: open, chachacha.]

therewaslife

There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.

Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.

Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.

Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.

[common rooms are open places!]

Current Mood: calm

wantstodirect

Tony had a can of pop, a bag of beef jerky and a can of spray cheese. He settled in the second floor common room to watch this week's episode of Darkest Night. Tonight Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant investigated crop circles. Aliens? Fakes? Or... something else?

[Open!]

wantstodirect

November meant sweeps month, which meant guest appearances. Tonight had Lady Victoria, a mysterious femme fatale from Mason's past, believed to be long dead... until she showed up in his office!

Tony had popcorn, pop and half-price Halloween candy to munch on.

[Open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Having ~~handwavilyomg~~ put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]

wantstodirect

Tony had a couple of pizzas and some bottles of pop out to celebrate the return of Darkest Night. He settled down on the couch to watch the vampire detective Raymond Dark and his eyes and ears in the daylight, James Taylor Grant, battle a cursed pie shop.

[Open!]

Current Mood: excited

puppy_fair

"Today we will offer you the opportunity of sparring against each other," Leto said when everyone had gathered. "Zack and I will be here to assist you, or spar if you like. The combination of improving your skills and learning the strengths and weaknesses of your friends makes this extremely useful." He smiled. "And fun."

"So," Zack said, practically chirping yet again as he stepped forward to speak, "what we need you guys to do is to pair off, find a spot here on the lawn where you won't get in anyone else's way, and spar. Please, be careful to take it slowly at first. Understand that there are people who have far, far more experience than others in this field. It can't hurt to compare notes first, to try to judge if you're going to be wildly unbalanced or not."

"Exactly," Leto replied. "This is practise and we shouldn't have to take anyone to the clinic. If you have questions or concerns, talk to us."

"Same as if anyone does end up hurt." Zack nodded. "I have potions and healing Materia on hand just in case. Okay guys, have at it!"

[~~After~~ the OCD is up!]

puppy_fair

"Dodging," Arthur started, as soon as all had assembled, "Is a fine art in and of itself. When you lose your weapon, you may not be able to replace it. And even if you do have it, it might be useful to avoid being struck in the face." He paused briefly, grinning once. "But ask Zack about that. Today, we will be practicing that skill: it's a basic fighting technique, but there's no reason we shouldn't be brushing up on it."

Zack did his best to look indignant, but mostly he just came off as 'playfully pouty.' It was entirely possible that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to look indignant years ago.

"We're not going to do full-out sparring today, because there are so many different skill levels here, and we don't have a means of pairing you off the same way that Fight Club has. But we are going to pair you off anyhow. One of you will be our designated hitter, and please, don't use any powers, or super strength, or anything like that until your partner confirms that it's alright. The other one will dodge. Don't get hit, guys. It's not really all that fun. Throw a few hits, dodge a few hits, and swap off every five minutes." He swayed on his heels for a moment, and then added. "If anyone ends up hurt, then stop. If the injury is serious, let us know right away so that I can give you a healing potion or so we can get your butt to the clinic post-haste."

"Above all, share what you know," Arthur finished. "If someone conducts a particularly ambitious swerve, ask how, and attempt to repeat it. Remember to keep your distance, to watch your opponent's movements, and not to lose control of your own. I believe that's everything; grab a partner, and get to work."

glacial_queen

Karla looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was a big glittery banner that said "CONGRATULATIONS TAHIRI!" hung over one wall. She wasn't going to admit it, but playing the glue and glitter and paint had been a lot of fun. Though, with the residual glitter in her hair (and the occasional glittery hand print on the banner), someone might be able to tell.

There was one table completely devoted to ice cream (and wrapped in cold spells). The centerpiece was, of course, a giant ice cream cake with a frosted lightsaber on it. Karla couldn't make any guesses about how accurate it was, but there was a greyish hilt and a ~~I was tempted to say red~~ blue beam coming from the front. It was enough to get the point across, dammit. She'd had to explain to the Chilly Boulder guy what she meant by lightsaber anyway. Though he immediately knew who Ben and Tahiri were. The table wasn't entirely covered by ice cream, as Dinah had mentioned bringing some, too.

It's possible that there may be an ice cream shortage at Chilly Boulder tonight. Sorry.

In the kitchen, there was even more food; this time covered in warming spells. Mostly there were pizzas with a variety of toppings, but she'd also gotten some sides from most of the other restaurants in town. Someone wanted to have pizza with a side of lobster bisque and quesadillas? Totally not a problem. There were also a variety of drinks and, stashed away in the fridge, a few steaks and a chicken--raw, of course--for Blind Seer.

As far as she could tell, everything was done. And if not...well, they could cope. Now the only thing to do was wait for the guests to arrive.

...and try not to cut into the cake before they arrived. It did look good.

[For those invited, please! Up early for great SP justice! Hopefully I will be able to respond to pings, but making no promises. I am very susceptible to Quil, of both the Day and Night varieties. But I had to get this up. OCD~~on its way~~ up!]

puppy_fair

"Alright!" When the Reserves crew assembled today, they'd be greeted by Zack, holding up... Half a sword! The last two feet of the length of his blade were nowhere to be seen, and what survived was the hilt, and a length of metal that had definitely seen better days. "Broken weapons! They happen! I know some of you think your blades are all but invincible, but considering the sorts of things we see around here every day, I think it'd be safe to assume that someday, something will invade that stands a chance at disarming even you."

Like, say, Klingons.

Zack tossed what was left of his sword onto the ground at his feet, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"A broken weapon means that you're going to have two problems. First, the very immediate issue of an enemy that quite possibly has now gained a serious upper hand against you. And second, the eventual repair or replacement of your weapon." He perked a little, giving his hands a clap together. "So! What we're going to do today is discuss both. Can you hold your own in a fight with something big and mean if you've been disarmed? Is your weapon still capable of doing some damage with what might be left? My sword isn't any good for attacking anymore, but at least I can use it to block incoming attacks with what's still there. And then talk about the repair or replacement. Is there someone on the island who can fix your weapon in particular? Can you find another one if it's beyond repair, or is it one of a kind?"

"Some of you may remember the meeting we held on searching your environment for an appropriate weapon," Arthur cut in, "In a pinch, remember to look around you, and to make use of what you've got. In fact, you're best off making sure you've got the measure of the area before you even start - lest you lose a flail and don't know to find the blunt instrument you might need to take out your enemy." NOT THAT HE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. "Look around the grounds -- do you see anything you could use to your advantage if disarmed? And, on a related note - how great are your skills of avoidance -- although we'll go into that next week."

[OCD is up and the Reserves are open to all!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose's ass was thoroughly kicked by her second training session in the afternoon. So much so that she was pretty sure if she sat down on her bed, she'd end up asleep right up until tomorrow morning. Which would be pathetic.

The rain seemed to have stopped though so she wandered up to the roof and sat on the wall. It was totally dorky, but she even had a book with her to study. Something about that new determination plus actually having talked Dimitri into fight training had made her realise there were other parts of being a guardian she hadn't been paying attention to. So she was fixing it...even if this book was a little too focused on the threat of guns to the protectees.

The longer she was up there, the less the book was actually getting read.

[Home from work early wheeee]

puppy_fair

"Today," Arthur announced, looking fit and rested after his first night in a room that did not have an annoying desert noble in it. "We will be talking about the kind of inconveniences that Fandom likes to drop on us from the skies. Sure, poptarts or syrup may seem like a novelty, but when we're dealing with it in a combat situation it suddenly takes on an entirely new angle. Because of that, we are going to spend this week coming up with potential items of rain, and how to deal with them."

He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.

( Zack was not going to giggle. )

[OCD ~~on the way!~~ up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]

provostsdog.livejournal.com

After a week at Fandom, Beka missed the Lower City still. She missed the sounds and the movements, she missed her jobs and she missed having breakfast every morning with her friends. Twas a good way to start the day and she imagined by now they'd all be gathered in the Dancing Dove, sharing tales of their day. So when she went to buy breakfast that morning, she'd bought more than she'd ever eat on her own. Fandom might be different, but people still had to eat and mayhap it could be one habit she'd not have to give up here.

She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.

What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.

"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."

To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.

"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.

I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.

Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.

[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]

puppy_fair

Huh. No Arthur to be seen, which meant that Zack was going to step up to the Reserves-Leader-Plate again, grinning a little. He kinda loved taking charge! So what?

"So, since we're hopefully starting to get into the swing of things again, this week we're going to talk about our weapons. Again!"

Why not?

"Every weapon has strengths and weaknesses. My sword, for example, has excellent reach because of its size, but it sacrifices manoeuvrability as a result. An arrow is better for ranged attacks, but weather conditions like rain or wind might affect your aim. Some weapons might rust in certain weather. And being on an island, well, we're prone to that kind of weather, yes. So what we're going to do today is try to come up with one example of a shortcoming of our weapon of choice, and how we're going to account for it!"

Zack then motioned to a cardboard box over by the wall.

"And please, please take a bag of Oreo cookies with you when you go. For you, for a friend, whatever. I might have bought a few too many."

A few cases too many.

[The Reserves are, as always, open to one and all!]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Anyone coming across the campfire today would find Layla sprawled out on a blanket as she traced a convuluted route on a map of the Northeastern part of the United States. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she munched on a snack of raisins and goldfish crackers

And while a fire wasn't lit in the firepit, there was a cooler of drinks and some goodies from J'GOB sitting on top of them for visitors to enjoy.

[Open campfire is open]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper would simply not be doing her name justice if she ignored the presence of the firepits by the cabins.

So here she was, sitting by a crackling fire with Blind Seer sprawled by her side. Of course, a good campfire should have food to offer, which is why there was a rabbit and a couple of fish (the furred kind, although they'd been skinned first, of course) roasting on a spit over the fire.

There would be no marshmallows here unless someone else thought to bring some.

[ooc: open like campfires are!]

bitchprince

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to ~~handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain~~ elaborate on his own time's strategies for ~~standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them~~ defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

puppy_fair

Zack was in a darn good mood, in spite of a pair of slightly blackened eyes and a tender nose that was a little on the crunchy side, but was totally hard-earned.

Why was he so chipper?

Because it was Rookie Day at the reserves, that was why! New people on the island meant that there were probably going to be new people here today, and Zack was totally happy to take the reigns and lead the troops!

"Okay! So, we've got a new term, and ~~possibly~~ a few new faces, so we're going to do our introductions over again! Names, fighting experience, and weapons proficiency, as well as any other skills you think might come in handy in the case of an invasion, if you please!"

Arthur shot him a slightly sideways look. "Before we get to that," he said, scraping his throat, "I am Prince Arthur Pendragon, leader of the reserves, and these are my," sidekicks, "fellow commanders, Lord Leto Atreides the Second, and Zack Fair, SOLDIER Second Class. We're willing to help you if you are in need of any further combat training, as are your fellow reserve members, I'm sure." Look, he was being good.

Zack blinked. Ooooh, right. Introductions for them was probably important too, huh?

"That's right! Come and see any of us if you're looking for help with..." Headtilt. Ponder. "Anything, really. Oh! And we have maps of the island, too! We're going to hand those out, and if the seasoned members would be so kind as to show the rookies what to look out for around here, like areas where the terrain might grant a tactical advantage, or training areas, or things to watch out for, that'd be great!"

"As for the rest of you, if you find anyone who might be interested in joining us, spread the word," Arthur called, "I know you lot think you're good, but you can always use another kick in the arse." This was what passed for humour, clearly. "Work well today. We'll see come next week."

[Open! Newbies, feel free to stumble in and get involved, too! This is behind the dorms, so it should be easy to find even if you haven't been informed IC about what's going on. Of course, everyone is welcome, not just students. Co-written with

bitch_prince, who is awesome like pie.]

bitchprince

"The fire drill last week had a good premise," Arthur began, as soon as everyone had gathered. Even if he'd disagreed with the execution of it. "We'll continue mapping out the island today, although our current task is far more simple. In the event of a sudden attack, we must be aware of the easiest and quickest trails leading to a gathering point or a way of getting off the island. When the alligators invaded, many of us met up at the park - that's one location. There are only two ways off the island: either by boat from the docks, or by causeway. I'd like you all to go to one of these three locations by use of the route that seems fastest to you. Then return to us, and we'll compare exit strategies."

Leto had managed to acquire copies of a map of the island. "These might be helpful when you decide on a route, and will enable you to communicate your choice with precision to everyone else." He held the maps up, and offered everyone to take one.

He nodded at Leto once, then turned back to those gathered. "In case of another invasion, we should meet in the park if the threat is dispersed, or at the gates when it seems to be more cohesive. That way, we'll be able to coordinate our strategy accordingly." He nodded at ~~shamelessly modded~~ Zack as well, and let the exercise commence.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

puppy_fair

"Okay!" Zack grinned as he bounced to the forefront of today's reserves meeting, more than happy to be able to take the reins today.

It meant that he got to be all responsible, or something. He was game for the challenge!

"Today we're going to focus on familiarizing ourselves with weapons that we might have never considered using! Because, let's face it, sometimes the unspeakable happens and we get caught in a jam without anything readily at our disposal but what we can grab from nearby. Either someone else is down for the count and you make do with their weapon, or you end up swinging around whatever you can reach. Being able to improvise is just as important as being a master of your weapon of choice."

"A broomstick can be a staff," said Arthur, who had no experience with that kind of thing. At all. Really. "Any sharp object can be thrown. Anything with an edge can be used as a dagger or a sword, provided you know how to use one, and where to look. I assume you all have eyes."

"And that's why our pile-o-stuff today is more than just the practise weapons we've been using," Zack agreed, putting his hands on his hips and grinning at the people gathered. "If you look close enough, you'll be able to find pretty much anything from bags of marbles to the kitchen sink. Grab something you'd never think of using otherwise, pair up, and put those weapons to use!"

Zack, of course, was making a grab for that random beach umbrella, there.

Arthur, meanwhile, was going for the broom. For no reason. Really.

[~~Please wait for the OCD!~~ OCD is up! This reserves meeting is officially in-session!]

bitten_notshy

After the disaster that was his encounter with Emma, Jack did what he had wanted to do to start with. He went home to Sebastien at first light on Sunday.

Thirty-six hours later, he was back in Fandom, well-scrubbed, missing a bit of blood, and considerably more philosophic about the whole thing. He hummed to himself absently as he flipped through channels on the television. It almost all seemed idiotic, but he supposed that was a part of this time.

Current Mood: calm

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had a plan. A plan to prepare for the inevitable bruises and stiffness that was going to result from her spar with Worf earlier.

And so she was laying on one of the couches in the Common Room, flipping through the channels and looking for something good on.

Luckily she'd never claimed that it was a good plan.

She paused at baseball for a moment then moved on. There had to be something better than watching old men throw balls around.

[OOC: Open for I am so bored.]

wantstodirect

For the Darkest Night finale episode, Tony ~~handwavily~~ picked up a couple of pizzas and several pints of ice cream. He filled up a plate for himself with a little of each. Mmm, pepperoni and chocolate. Wasn't too bad, actually.

Tonight's season finale episode featured a number of flashbacks from Raymond Dark's life. From the previews, it looked like most of them involved waterfalls, children in white clothing and butterflies. Very existential. Tony hoped they could fit some shirtless Lee in there somewhere. Maybe under the waterfall.

[Open! Last non-rerun DN post until fall.]

Current Mood: hungry

likethegun

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

[Open!]

Current Mood: hungry

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Five days since Rose had seen Lissa, and that was longer than she remembered since they'd met sitting next to each other in kindergarten. When she was by herself, she couldn't stop mentally poking at that oddly blank spot in her head where Lissa was supposed to be. Every once and a while, Rose could almost feel a whisper of emotion from the spot, but it was never constant. It was never the way their bond had always been.

She'd tried to tire herself out today, but she couldn't fall asleep so Rose got up and headed out to the unlit campfire. She scavenged some bread and peanut butter and sat at the campfire to occupy herself by ripping up the slices and throwing pieces into the firepit.

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

Current Mood: relaxed

future_sandworm

Arthur'd left a message to all about the change in location for today's drill, last week. He was in something of a better mood, although yesterday's spar with Lady Elspeth had knocked him back down to a normal grouch. At least he no longer looked like he was contemplating murdering his co-conspirator.

He didn't start speaking until he was fairly sure they'd gotten their haul of people for the day. "Today, we begin to work with our terrain," he announced, "And each other. You all have vastly different skills and powers at your disposal; now's the time to share them. You'll be venturing out to different defensible locations, spread over the seaside to your right," he nodded, "the Rocky Bits at your left," another nod, "And the ground you're standing on. Pick one, and set up a plan to make it defensible."

After a quick glance at Arthur, to make sure he had finished, Leto continued: "And after having made your own strategy for defense, some research will help you develop it. Find examples from various points in history of successfull defense of a geographic location similar to the one you chose and write a short report on your own conclusions."

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

solo_sword

Knowing she was going to be taking another trip home, Jaina had spent most of her day ~~handwavily~~ prepping: flight sim, lightsaber drills (she remembered last time, thanks), and then was trying to catch up on reports in her room till her comlink finally began driving her crazy.

Knowing she was more or less going to be able to answer all those calls personally anyway, she took her datapad out to the common room to work, and after a couple minutes of silence turned on the TV for background noise.

So it was her own fault that she kept looking up surreptitiously from her work to see what was going on in the Space Battles movies. What? It was interesting.

[It's Star Wars Day, I had to. I also felt the need to mod cable. Open CR is open!]

Current Mood: mellow

raspberryturk

This was going to be Reno's last meeting with the impromptu Fandom reserve corps, and he was looking about as restless as one might expect, pacing back and forth in front of the students assembled like a caged tiger waiting for mealtime.

"Okay, Rookies, I'm gonna get to do this just this once, so you better listen up! Sometimes, you find yourself on the field, on your own, with nothin' but your wits to keep you in one piece. Most of us ain't in the habit of walkin' around Fandom with a weapon in our hands, and when somethin' invades, they like to do so without givin' any warning, yo."

He stretched his arms casually, and then grinned and bent over to pick up a fist-sized stone.

"So what I want you guys to do is to bring up places around the island, like the preserve or the streets in town or the beach, and talk about what kinda strategy you'd have in case of a land invasion, or an air invasion, or an invasion by sea, yo. Hidin' places? Impromptu weapons? Who is there to run to if you're alone somewhere? How you guys plannin' on stayin' alive? Show us how you improvise, guys. It'll help us figure out what to do with you down the road."

He grinned, and then chucked the rock good and hard at a nearby tree, connecting solidly enough to chip away and scatter flying bits of bark.

"And then, Rikku's gonna talk to you all about explosives, yoto. Never underestimate the power of things that go boom when you're drownin' in harpies. Or zombies. Or dinosaurs. I missed the dinosaurs, dammit."

[[Open! ~~Some OCD on the way!~~]]

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.]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper and Blind Seer wandered in to the common room at the usual time for Darkest Night, only to find... reruns. Bah.

Oh well. Just because she'd seen this episode before wasn't going to stop her from watching it again.

[ooc: open, of course!]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

A book and a common room weren't exactly the best of bedfellows, but Edmund was tired of Reno's ferret looking at him expectantly and examining the same walls over and over again was getting old. So with a mug of tea and and his book, Edmund found a comfortable chair and dropped into it. He might have looked content to be left alone, but secretly he wouldn't have minded some company.

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Wednesday night found Firekeeper and Blind Seer, as usual, in the common room for their weekly dose of Darkest Night.

At first, tonight's episode had looked especially promising, as the plot claimed to center around a girl who'd been raised by wolves.

Within minutes, though, there was a somewhat annoyed-looking girl who actually had been raised by wolves throwing the occasional piece of popcorn at the screen.

Those weren't even real wolves they were using!

[ooc: ohhhh so very open.]

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