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weetinyreese.livejournal.com

As far as Kyle knew, he was leaving in less than a week. There was no real need to do laundry. It wasn't like he'd be taking all of his clothes home with him. He had a list though - a list of things he wanted to do in Fandom before he went home. Conquering the laundry room was the next on the list.

For some reason, the washers and dryers in here didn't like him. That was okay though, because he wasn't fond of them either. Damned machines.

There were loud thumping and grinding noises coming from the room and echoing out into the public areas. Kyle was trying to force the washer to take his clothes, but the washer had a mind of its own and was putting up a good fight.

"You're not going to win this fight!"

Yeah. It probably was.

[OOC: Open!]

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

A bored Jack McCallister was not a happy Jack McCallister. Thankfully, he was good at keeping himself busy. He hadn't had any Saturday night plans (as usual lately) so when the crawl on his skin that came with restlessness appeared, he made a snap decision to do something. Jack bounced the basketball against the court floor a few times before shooting the ball at the hoop. It hit the backboard and the ring before falling through the net.

Yep, shooting hoops on a Saturday night. How exciting. As Jack retrieved the ball, he silently acknowledged that he really needed to make more local friends.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The times you could find Kyle Reese sitting and staring at a television without any other distraction could be counted on one hand. This was one of those nights though, and he felt like zoning out. There was some show on about an FBI agent going into a beauty pageant. Kyle wasn't paying a lot of attention to it.

glacial_queen

Sunglasses?

Check.

Sunscreen?

Check.

Blanket to lounge on? Trashy novels to read? An assortment of beverages?

Check, check, and double-check.

Karla was having a lazy day. The roof provided an excellent combination of sun, garden, and an excellent view of the dorms, all without the bother of having to trek very far to get there. What better way to start her vacation week?

[Roof is open!]

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

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle and George were sitting in a tree. No, there was nothing like the song going on, but they'd climbed a tree and were proceeding to hang out. You know, as boys do. They could see most of the campground from here and anyone walking by could see them if they looked up.

[OOC: Open! I fell out of a tree onto concrete once. True story. True broken wrist.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Staying inside was for lazy grown ups who only wanted to watch boring television. If it wasn't cartoons or something going boom, Hannibal didn't want to be there. He, instead, wanted to be outside. The deck proved the best sort of place for an energetic youngster because there were things to climb on and hide under and jump off of! So, of course, that's what he was doing. Who thinks about the possibility of getting hurt when they're having fun?

Currently, Hannibal was standing on one of the tables, arms thrust into the air and voice loud enough to carry while he proclaimed himself the most awesome person in the world. His world view was quite small and quite egocentric so he thought he was pretty right.

When he jumped off the table, he couldn't quite stick the landing and ended up rolling onto his back. He meant to do that though. Totally.

[open deck, yep!]

Current Mood: hyper

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

noearsyet.livejournal.com

It was that time again. Time for dance tickets to be sold. And therefore there was a George Cooper hanging out in the lobby with a table full of tickets, a box for Prom King and Queen voting, and lots and lots of masks. Also beads. George wasn't sure why beads, but then he hadn't been sure why lemurs either so...

There's also a big decorated posterboard taped to the wall over the table reading:

Prom 2010: Paper Faces on Parade
Masquerade!
Juniors and Seniors, Come One, Come All, Come Dressed Up!

[OOC: Wow, Fail me on the timing. Juniors and Seniors or dates of upperclassmen are invited to Prom. It's a Masquerade ball so masks are totally the fashion accessory of the night.]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle didn't like the fog. He didn't like not being able to see what was going on around him. The result of that had been Kyle spending the week not straying from the dorms. The dorms were defensible, had clean enough air and supplies. Not that he was too worried yet, since it was just fog and the occasional weird story, but he always sized up where he was staying in terms of defensibility and supplies.

The TV was on in the background, just white noise at this stage, but Kyle wasn't paying attention to that. He was sitting and looking out the window, watching the dark. Anything could be out there in this visibility and that bothered him.

[OOC: Open all night, rather like Denny's, only without the grease and vague smell of pot.]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

George was surrounded by flowers. Flowers and candy. It was weird, yes, and he was trying really hard not to eat all the candy before other people got a chance to. It helped that most of it was that nasty Valentine's Day stuff.

He also was actually doing something in the lobby and not hanging out surrounded by flowers and candy. He was selling flowers for the Student Council sale AND dance tickets for the Desperation Day dance. (Please, please tell him that's not really the name.)

He was there to help or to chat, and he was there most of the day. (Except for when he got a particular phone msg and ran upstairs for a quick visit)

[OOC: You can mod your sales or play them out of course! And help yourself to the flowers and candy. Cause George doesn't need a stomach ache tonight.]

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.

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

[[Open for all!]]

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. ]]

longislandiceme

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

There was a cart set up in the lobby. Not just any cart, no, but a magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness. Oh yes, it was Student Council's Finals Week coffee cart, and the Perk and J. GOB had outdid themselves in their offerings to the magical cart of caffeine.

Also George was around when he wasn't taking his Sex Ed final. And if you thought he wasn't overdosing on caffeine and sugary goods, well, clearly you have never met the magical cart of caffeine and sweet sugary goodness.

[OOC: IDEK. Open to all, mod your drinks and snacks and YAY FINALS]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

George sat on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island that would eventually be his doman.

Once his tintillium concern came through, of course.

For now he was simply brooding over his lost love. She who was his ...sister.

bitchprince

"Afternoon, reservists," Arthur started, most of his idle attention set more on his quarterstaff than the group. "Two matters today. First of all, we're going to discuss the different uses of our weapons on the two sections of the island. Second of all..." He cast a look across the crowd, "Mat is either going to show us how to wield a quarterstaff properly, or get his backside thoroughly trounced. Let's wait and see how that goes, eh?"

He gave the staff a solid twirl. "As you know, the newer section of the island is a lot more open than the narrow streets of the old," he said, "Which means our tactics must vary based on which end. The old part of town is more defensible than the new; the new allows for too much space for others to come at us, while we could feasibly barricade ourselves in the old for a nearly unlimited amount of time."

Another flip of the quarterstaff. "On the new, we have the advantage of greater visibility, and those of us who use weapons of greater range might find it easier to cope. There are many possibilities; I'd like you all to discuss and offer your views on the use of our space. Taking into account that the causeway is directly connected to the old end."

He let one end of the staff hit the ground, perching against it. "Also, if any of you still feel like demonstrating, you know where to find us. Mat? You're up."

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

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

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room. It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws. George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong. Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.

[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]

bitchprince

The afternoon found the first floor rec room covered in notes pointing out the patch of grass just behind the dorms. The patch of grass in question contained... "Today," Arthur intoned, with perhaps more glee than was strictly necessary, "We will dedicate ourselves to a real sport. Archery.( Cut for two teenage boys being royal bitches at one another. )

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

noearsyet.livejournal.com

George didn't usually pay a lot of attention to the flickering box in all the Common Rooms, but when he wandered in to find some food this evening, the box caught his attention.

It seemed to be some kind of sports match? With the little men on ice hitting each other and whacking at a little black puck.

Huh. He sat down on the couch, curious at the little men. Oh yeah, totally cheering for the guys in red. They just looked so much cooler.

[Shut up, I have been waiting for new hockey for SO LONG.]

bitchprince

"Good afternoon, Kappa Kappa Gremlin," Arthur called, standing firmly at ease in front of the crowd. "Today, Hannibal has devised a test for your mettle..." You could kind of tell he was struggling not to laugh.

And Hannibal was shooting him glares, just daring him to laugh. But, he had better things to do so he turned back to the frat.

"And no, it's not our version of what apparently went on last night on the sixth floor," he added. Dammit, why hadn't he wandered up there? "Today, we're going to see how tough you are in the realm of...food consumption."

"Food consumption," Arthur repeated. He had nothing but a very effective oh-dear-lord-did-you-catch-this-guy-talking face. It was an admirable sign of restraint, really. "Is vital."

"It is," Hannibal insisted like he could make Arthur believe it with just the power of his words. Fat chance but he'd still try. "So, today, we're going to see how many...hot dogs you can eat without making a mess."

If anyone threw up, Hannibal was giving them a mop and a some paper towels.

"Well, you all have your marching orders," Arthur said, by now utterly beaming. He didn't even have to say anything. Hannibal kind of mocked himself. "Get eating."

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.

"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."

Well, they don't JUST gossip.

"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."

( and there is flist saving under here! )

[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince,

bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]

Current Mood: energetic

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

It was a rather bored looking Layla who was flopped upside down on the couch and doing some channel surfing.

Currently it was on the Travel Channel and Layla was watching the host of Man vs. Food trying to scarf down the hottest curry known to man called "Phaal".

"Clearly I'm starved for entertainment," Layla said to herself with a loud sigh.

[Open!]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After getting his one class completed, Alex found his way onto the roof to smoke. It was a warm night but it was clear and that meant he could stay up here for awhile and not worry about dying of heat or getting rained on. With a free day tomorrow, getting the relaxation started early just seemed like the thing to do.

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, letting it hang from his lips for a few moments before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He wasn't stressed by any means of the imagination but after being a girl and spending most of his weekend being lazy, it was nice to be himself and outside.

And see, he was even being nice, getting out of the room in case Griff wanted it. He was all heart.

[the roof is open!]

Current Mood: quixotic

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

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had been struck by the slightest bout of homesickness earlier, which, as it had her first night in Fandom, drove her to go to the store and return to her common room kitchen with armfuls of supplies to make banana pudding.

She was fairly satisfied with her first batch, which was set aside in a two-quart dish and from which she was sampling while she carefully whisked over a double boiler. She had no idea who was going to eat all this, but it was like a rule -- you couldn't make just a little of this stuff.

She was pretty sure she could find someone to eat it. It wasn't like people around here hated sweets or anything (though she imagined that'd be an awful life.) In the meantime, she stirred, pausing to turn the television onto some old sitcom, just for background noise.

[omg I don't even like bananas and I want to make that, now. totes open. come eat pudding.]

future_sandworm

Leto released the blades in the air. He had been neglecting his training, and being a tree hadn't left much opportunity for it either. That meant he also had neglected his students, as he had been unable to show up last week. If they arrived he would at least have some time before that to practise.

Watching the knives spin, his body relaxed but every muscle prepared, Leto felt a lot more alive than he had done in a while.

[Open salle!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

momslilassassin

Ben, not surprisingly to anyone who knew him, was hungry.

He'd managed to get the fire started without incident and was now cheerfully ~~burning~~ cooking some hot dogs and staring into the flames.

Meeting new people would be fun--that's why he'd put out extra food and had given the bugs some silent encouragement to bite people at a different fire--but Ben was hoping they'd come to him.

He glanced over at the nearby cabins hopefully, then made a face, dropped his completely charred hot dog into the fire, and tried again.

Ben was a terrible cook.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hungry

1moredaytodance.livejournal.com

In the much more suitable attire of short shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, Eva was making her way to her cabin with a cigarette dangling from her lips and a duffel bag on each shoulder.

One might think that she would have a rough time carrying two heavy duffel bags with her skinny arms, but if there was one hidden ability she had, it was strength; she attributed it to a lazy brother and her father having the car at work when she had to go grocery shopping.

After all, grocery bags were heavy, especially with lots of canned food.

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

Claire was still in an excellent mood after her conversation with Jon last night. She decided to pass on the trip into the city and instead headed for the common room to make breakfast in an effort to meet some new people.

Anyone making their way past the room would be welcome to enjoy some pancakes with blueberry topping, strawberry topping and/or whipped cream. Because, yes, Claire was kind of a dork and went the red, white and blue route.

There was an appropriate holiday movie on the television.

[oooooopen common room!]

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Entries tagged with george cooper

Laundry Room - Wednesday Night

Dorms Gym - Saturday Night

First Floor Rec Room - Friday Night

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Dinosaur Campfire [suppertime]

A Tree Near the Campground - Tuesday Afternoon

the deck | late morning | sunday | april 25

Lawn of the Dorms | Late Late Late Sunday Night | April 18

First Floor Lobby - Throughout the Day

1st Floor Rec Room - Wednesday Night

First Floor Lobby - Throughout the Day

2nd Floor Common Room - Friday Evening

Yuletide Party! - By the Dorms, Monday Dusk Till Dawn

Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

First Floor Lobby - Throughout the Day

Roof - Late Sunday Evening

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Dorm Roof, Sunday Evening

2nd Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Behind the Dorms, Friday After Classes

2nd Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes, Friday

kappa kappa gremlin meeting | gym | after classes | friday | september 18

Second Floor Common Room: Sunday Evening

2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

roof | evening | august 17 | monday

First Floor Lobby: Friday Morning

The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

The Salle, Friday afternoon

Wormhole X-Treme Campfire [Thursday Morning]

Wormhole X-Treme Campfire, Monday evening

Lightning Bug Cabin (Kind of) - 7/5 - Early Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

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