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onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"

So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(~~There will be OCD for this.~~ OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)

Current Mood: chipper

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

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!))

wwiii

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame

glacial_witch and

trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

With the new semester upon him, two classes today, a new TA-ship, and plenty of new people to interrogate... err, meet, Bruce was actually in what counted as a good mood for him. Good enough for him to head out to the common room and relax for a little bit. And it looked like somebody left a lot of popcorn out to be eaten. That was more encouragement to relax for a little bit.

When he turned on the TV, it was tuned in to The Bachelor. He couldn't get the channel to change, no matter what he did. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the TV. "This again?"

Although Bruce had to admit, a show like this would be brilliant for him in the future. Nothing could cement someone as an idiot playboy who cared more about being in the spotlight than he did about people more than a show like this. Maybe it would actually be worth studying....

[OOC: Hey, there's something to do with Bruce in the future. Anyway, open CR for the new semester! Free popcorn and mocking Bruce's accidental TV choices ahoy.]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George couldn't believe she was actually going to class -- the shitty one, because the one she liked had been canceled, and naturally, if she was going to have only one class cancel today, it couldn't be the shitty one. It had to be the one she liked.

Unfortunately, going to class meant crossing a weird-looking marsh. Bad enough by itself, except --

"Oh, I think I'm gonna puke," George announced. "That is the worst -- I can't even --"

George might go to class, if she could cross the bridge of the worst scent ever fucking invented.

"I HATE THIS ISLAND," she shouted, just in case anyone was listening.

(OPEN. I am so, so calling in a Sir Didymus for this, because I MUST. Anyone else who wants to bother the knight, or pester a cranky dead girl, JOIN US!)

Current Mood: sick

willbethenight.livejournal.com

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]

trigons_child

Raven was still unsettled by her meeting with Sherlock earlier that day, so when she came home from work she headed up to her usual spot on the roof to meditate. She knew she should let mere words upset her so much, especially when they came from a ~~sociopath~~ stranger. Sitting cross-legged on the roof near the garden, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into a light trance, trying to calm herself down and forget about what the unpleasant man had said. The evening was very pleasant, at least, and the moon was lovely and full.

[Open roof is ooopen.]

Current Mood: relaxed

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.

The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.

The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon ami.

The police had called in the most excellent services of the most excellent Belgian who had, it should be noted, the finest moustache in all of England.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot was on the case. He would solve the mystery, mais oui? But of course. The great Hercule Poirot never failed to apprehend the criminal.

(Today is Agatha Christie's 120th birthday. Therefore, George is now M. Hercule Poirot. Come and be interrogated over the dastardly murder! Or mistaken for a police officer, or the good captain Hastings! M. Poirot, he will prevail!)

Current Mood: crazy

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Sunday wasn't exactly a study day, but he'd had a slow week and didn't want to fall behind. He worked better with other people around and so had his Chemistry homework out in front of him. Jack was sitting cross-legged on the floor, occasionally glancing at the door as if hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: HI!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had Top Model on in the background as she whistled tunelessly in the kitchen. Idle hands had made her restless, and tonight found her making a dish of brownies to enjoy in front of the television. (With sprinkles!)

There was a certain irony to the evening, to baking something to eat while watching a show about the ultra-tall and thin, but Sookie didn't really care. Mostly she was giving herself something to do, and hoping that if the squeal of girls didn't draw people in, the smell of chocolate would.

[come keep me from succumbing to a head cold!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was bored. And so George went to one of those common rooms, picked up the remote, and began channel-surfing.

One station was re-running the movie Hint, and nothing else seemed to be on, so she was going to go with it.

She rummaged in the kitchen to find microwaveable popcorn and settled in for the movie. People could join her, if they felt like it. It was a common room and all.

(Very open!)

Current Mood: bored

deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com

Dibs for now, subject to change. I'm trying to drag Gord up to check out the living space, but he's rather excitable right now. Sort of like a puppy. On crystal meth.

The room seems a lot... bigger than it has any business being. But after the week I've had, nothing really surprises me anymore.

501 has a huge bank of windows, its own full bath, and a kitchenette. There's a bare, dirty spot where I assume a mini fridge used to be. Maybe Gord'll wanna go half on one.

When I have money. Which involves a day job.

*sigh*

ETA: Done. Room #501 is now Casa Brody-Lass.

Current Mood: bored

lookatmyhooves.livejournal.com

HEY

deadlikegeorge!!

Which room do you want?? *runs from room to room opening all the doors and shouting*

HOW ABOUT THIS ONE??

OR THIS ONE?

THIS ONE IS PRETTY!!!

HEY LOOK! THIS ONE HAS SOME PLANTS IN IT!!

So com'on pick one. Pickpickpickpick!!

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Entries tagged with george lass

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening, The Barry Gibb Talk Show

Halloween Mixer - 6th Floor, Monday After Classes

Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday After Classes

3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

Near the Bog of HOLYSHITWHATFUCKINGDIEDHERE, Tuesday Afternoon

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

The Roof, Tuesday night

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night, With Extra Grey Cells

Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

Room #501

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