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plzdontcatchme.livejournal.com

Well. If you asked Frank, this whole pretending-to-be-a-loyalist plan was a pretty good one. He'd been on Team Good for about two weeks now, opposing the evil regime and all that, but instead of living in the back of a warehouse and fishing food out from bins, he got to hang out in the common room, sleep in a bed, and wash his clothes regularly. Really, it was the best way to do things.

So, taking full advantage of that, he had his clothes in a laundry machine downstairs, a movie on about some guy going on a road trip on a moped, and an insane amount of Chinese food on the table in front of him.

He'd totally bring some of it back for his fellow rebels to enjoy, but right now he was bonding with some mu shu pork. Just cut him some slack, okay?

[[finally got up the courage to post something and it winds up being... this. open, with SP while

lockestheway and i grab some sushi!]]

thatwasafreebie.livejournal.com

Maeby was bored. She didn't have any homework, and she was lying to Mort about her script revisions -- ugh, she wasn't bored enough to start on those -- and she was out of games for her DS. She was going to buy more but apparently her DS was obsolete or something? Such bullshit, that thing had been new when she got it. Jumping like half a decade into the future was some kind of sci-fi rip-off.

So Maeby was in one of those common rooms, flipping channels on the TV.

"Jerseylicious?" she announced, to the empty room. "There is nothing -licious about Jersey."

Not that she'd ever actually been to Jersey. It was the principle of the thing.

She wasn't sure why she was leaving it on Parking Wars. Schadenfreude, probably.

(OPEN)

twintuitionist.livejournal.com

For the first week, Juliet had firmly believed the tents were a joke and that at any moment, the school would come back to its senses and let everyone back into the dorms. Which were still a little basic for Juliet's tastes, but at least they had electricity.

It was now well into the second week, and she had to admit they were likely stuck for the duration. Juliet was just stubborn enough about being "real" that she hadn't yet followed through on her threats to get a hotel room -- which didn't, of course, stop her from whining every chance she got.

The bright side was that staying outside gave her an excellent excuse to work on a tan. She sprawled on her stomach on a towel set at one side of the unlit fire pit, notebook open in front of her as she worked on the monologue she'd promised Jono she'd write for the summer showcase. It was hard, communicating how dreadful camping was without sounding like you'd lost your sense of perspective.

[OOC: Open, of course!]

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Today? Today Frank was having his first experience really trying to make the wilderness work for him. That's right: he was attempting to make food over a campfire.

Now, some people might use a campfire to toast marshmallows, but some people weren't very creative. Frank here had an array of sandwich ingredients -- fancy ones, like apple slices and bacon and some brie -- and he was attempting to toast a panini. Surely that couldn't be too hard, right?

"Ow!"

Okay, it was a little hard, but he would manage.

[[campfire is open and delicious panini smell is wafting!]]

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

A full month into his stay here at Fandom (yes, he was counting), Frank was officially certain of one thing: he had now explored the entire island, from Serendipity Place to Galactica Point, and could officially navigate his way around the place without the use of a map. He could even, if someone were to ask, provide directions from one place to another, and have them be not only correct but expedient.

Having learned that last part firsthand this morning, it was safe to say that he was really quite proud of himself.

To celebrate, he picked up some Chinese food (more than he could ever hope to consume in a single sitting), flopped down in front of the TV, and turned on some reality show where people complained in a courtroom.

This was a good day, Frank decided.

[[open like a common room!]]

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Frank had been decidedly troubled to find himself rather more equine than usual.

Today, though, he wasn't in the least bit troubled, because he'd thought a bit about spin. Sure, he had four legs and a (somewhat effeminate) tail. But he also possessed the capability to do things that he couldn't normally.

Like what, you ask? Well. Just look at the makeshift obstacle course he'd assembled for himself behind the dorms. There were things to leap over, brush to duck under, and a single sugar cube at the finish line. And Frank was going to run through this thing until he could do it perfectly, because.

Yes, he was a dork. Shut up.

whenshewasnice

It was a nice day to be up on the roof. Warm but still not too hot for Natalie's taste. There was nothing weird going on in town, either, from what she could see. It looked almost normal, from up here.

Still, she couldn't quite say she was happy. There had been a feeling she hadn't been able to shake for a couple of days now. Ennui or homesickness or something else. She knew it would pass, because these moods always did. She just wished it would have gone away faster. She didn't have time to be feeling like this.

So, she was up on the roof, looking out over the town and smoking a cigarette that she intended to be her only one for now. Like she was willing her mood to be over in the span of a single smoke.

It was probably not going to work, but it was worth a shot.

[ooc: Open, naturally.]

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Frank was trying to watch TV.

Trying being the operative word here. For one thing, he kept getting distracted by how bright everything was, bright and colorful, closer to real life than he could imagine television being. The picture even seemed clearer, sharper somehow than even a movie theater back home, but Frank thought that might be the awe talking.

But the main issue here, the reason why TV was giving him such a hard time, was because he couldn't for the life of him find any of his favorite shows.

Which was probably silly, since of course they weren't on anymore, it was 2012 and any shows from the 1959 lineup had long since run their course, but he couldn't even find any shows like the ones he knew from back home. There were no comedies starring charismatic male leads running flimflams and hijinks, no westerns about cowboy family life on Nevada ranches, no adventure shows about infiltrating opposing war bases, and...

"Oh, come on!" Frank complained. "Not even ~~meta for~~ Lassie?"

He took a breath. Sighed.

Then he called up the local pizza place he'd been fortunate enough to come across a delivery menu for, placed an order for a couple pizzas, and got to work familiarizing himself with what 2012 television did have to offer.

He was going to be here a while.

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Since the attempts of getting a good photograph at work was pretty much a failure, Britta was actually feeling a little bit glad that she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ promised to show Frank the ball pit she mentioned at the picnic. She did wonder why someone would need to be shown a ball pit; it was pretty easy to find. But, on the other hand, she also wouldn't be surprised if Frank had somehow managed to hurt himself on a plastic colorful ball, so if anything, she was there to supervise.

"So, there you have it," she said, gesturing toward the large pit filled with balls, just as the name and her earlier description would suggest, "the ball pit."

[[ Frank modded with permission and open ball pit is so totally open ]]

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