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evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

threeweapons.livejournal.com

Alanna had spent the day in her room, doing absolutely nothing. Now, she was in the common room, doing the same thing, only with television. She had a bowl of popcorn in front of her and was very interuptable. Faithful was using the television as a personal heater.

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The lobby had been rearranged to fit in a bunch of podiums and a big board that looked a lot like this.

Hades was at his own podium with note cards. "Welcome to Fandom Peril!, not Jeopardy!, because that would be a violation of copyright and we all know that that's a bad thing, right? Yeeah. Anyway, Fandom Peril!, brought to you by Proud Republican and Tory Students.

Aim of the game is to get as many right answers as you can. The categories are Fandom-related. You pick a category and an amount, listen to the clue, then buzz in and answer in the form of a question.

To get the group spirit going, yeah that's it, group spirit, each podium can have a team of up to four. Cram in there if you have to. Any team member can buzz in and answer. In the form of a question.

And on to our first round. The categories are: Animals John Has Turned Into, Invasions, Detention, Potpourri (about anything and everything), Roadkill (that's about Fandom wildlife) and Colors That End in 'Urple'. Team one, you get to pick the first category."

[OOC: PRATS folks get in there! Everyone who's allowed on campus at the time is welcome to join in. ie: non-PRATS more than welcome! Pick a podium, jump in, if the podium is full jump in anyway. Hades will be pleased if you cheat. Fight over who buzzes in first. It's free for all madness. ~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD up!]

[ETA: Order sucks. Just pick a category and you'll get a question. Chaos reigns! Hades isn't keeping track.]

[ETA 2 - Son of ETA: I'm off to sleep, but in my absence the ever-lovely

kypriothschoice will be taking over the Trebek duties.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!

(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

Current Mood: artistic

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

Lucas went around and picked up the people he said he would, then headed down to the back of the dorms to wait for the others.

[Locked to plotty people please. OOC post for people involved.]

captainliberty

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.

[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

likethegun

Sam hadn't gotten nearly as much studying done over the weekend as he'd wanted to, so he'd settled himself in the third floor common room to go over his class notes. He had markers, pens, and highlighters of various colors, and was doing a fairly good job of going through everything, until he'd made the mistake of laying down on the couch.

His notes were on the floor now, and those light snoring noises could be taken as an indication that he was pretty deeply asleep.

[Open like an open thing. Feel free to draw on Sam, or do other crazy things to him. Just don't wake him up. *g*]

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

Josh dropped the ballot box onto a table he'd covered in bunting and dragged to the middle of a busy hallway near his classroom.

There was coffee, doughnuts, and cheesy "I Voted" stickers for all participants.

Don't cheat. He does this for a living and he'll totally catch you.

[OOC: Open for mingling, eating food and general chatting. Josh'll be in and out--he's also teaching two classes today :)]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Going Home - Mary Fahl

chasingangela

Having rummaged through every drawer in Angela's room to no avail, the gremlin-bitten girl went to what looked like some kind of living room. She climbed up on the counter and started poking through the cabinets; there had to be alcohol somewhere.

After all, this was, like, some fancy boarding school, right?

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel sat on the counch watching March of the Penguins hoping a movie about Antartica would help her not think about how hot it was. It wasn't working.

Current Mood: hot

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Despite the heat, Isabel decided to celebrate being back in Fandom with a campfire. Sitting as far back from the fire as possible, she was toasting a marshmallow.

[Open to all!]

nadiathesaint

After checking on Jamie and sparring with Pip, Nadia took a very, very long, very, very hot shower and went stiffly into the common room with plans to do nothing more than just relax.

Luckily, she found an episode of AKA to watch. It was one from the early seasons, where the rogue bad guy agent takes over teh fake CIA and Perth has to break in and save her evil boss. She propped her left leg up on a chair with an ice pack on her knee and silently and cheerfully ranted at Perth.

[ooc: oooooooopen sesame!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter made a small fire in the Stickbug campfire and started to boil water for tea. Yes, there was an easier way. This just tasted better.

He also had cookies and marsmellows. The breakfast of champions.

[OOC: Open to any Stickbugs or passers-by of course]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After finishing up and sending off his article for the Hightimes, Peter walked out by the mightiest campfire in the land and took a seat. He started to juggle rocks. No, it wasn't terribly interesting, but it was a nice night to sit out and do anything to pass the time. So it worked for now.

[OOC: Open like a thing that is out enclosed by walls or locks or other things that might make something not open.]

like-a-sponge.livejournal.com

Greg was there, and with him he had several packets and jars of various substances that looked like they might be unpleasant to eat or get in one's eye. They were labeled things like MgSO₄²⁻ and Na₂B₄O₇·10H₂O.

He was also eating some marshmallows as he scorched them.

[Open, yay!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler hadn't done much all day -- just read and given the cat back to that girl -- but he decided to sneak in a workout before bed. A gentle one, so he wouldn't strain anything before practice tomorrow.

He could not believe he worried about that, but he did.

He got some free weights and started stretching on the mats, working through some of the poses he had learned in karate.

Current Mood: giddy

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Taking a break from reviewing lists of things to do for the Fourth of July, Isabel wandered out to the common room and turned on the TV to reruns of CFD: Criminal Forensic Dectectives. Two minutes into it, she shook her head, wondering how it was that every time she watched the show, she saw the same episode. Still, it beat watching the stupid home videos show.

Current Mood: bored

x5-alec.livejournal.com

After the game, the second floor common room could be found bedecked with gold and blue streamers and a banner hanging on one wall that said "GO GREMLINS" in large letters.

There were also set up tables with food and drink ~~so handwavily~~ set up by the cheerleaders and a stereo playing the cheerleaders' practice music mix at an acceptable volume.

It was a victory party! No matter who won.

[OOC: ~~Wait for OCD, yo~~ OPEN TO EVERYONE YAAAAY]

Current Music: Buffy's Cheer Mix CD

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John had snuck away from the campfire very sneakily like and had tiptoed back to investigate a certain cabin. Now, he's just waiting for someone else to show up after making a ~~*handwave*~~ call to him earlier this afternoon.

( And the visitor walks up... )

"If this gets me in trouble, I'll turn you into a rodent," Cedric says, wand at the ready.

"Like that's never happened before," John mutters.

Cedric points his wand at the cabin, speaks the incantation for the invisibility spell and watches at the cabin disappears.

"It's still there, not gone forever but you can't see it. I'll come and take the spell off when you're ready."

"Thanks!" John smiles proudly at...nothing.

[OOC: Meerkat cabin is invisible and the doors are locked. Nothing has been damaged. If the Meerkats get into their cabin, they will not be invisible. Spell will be lifted, I promise!]
[OOC2: Cedric totally modded with permission!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There are basketballs. There's a shiny court. There are two stacks of t-shirts, one solid blue, one solid gold, and signs asking players to pick a color and pull it on.

It's time to practice.

[OOC: ~~Please to wait for~~ OCD's up, go nuts.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by Stickbug in the wee hours might notice quite a bit of pudding left around the cabin, a trail of which led back into the woods.

An even closer observer would notice Eip Gnomes creeping around and amusing themselves with the pudding.

As the pudding ran out, the gnomes grew unhappy and made their way into the cabin.

Stickbug boys would wake to find tiny gnomes cuddling them in their beds, because that's what happens when promises of pudding run out.

[omg I am a Stickbugmodder. Y'all can decide if there's a gnome in bed with you not dirty. I know Greggie has a gnome - can't speak for the rest of you. And no, they're not going to go away unless we give them something, and the Meerkats know what. :) Also, locked to the Stickbugs, at least for the time being.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter sat back in the common room, worrying. He had filled out his weekend pass request for this weekend. It was only a few days away. That would be fun.

But in the meantime, he was doing some schoolwork. The monkey was crying. It wouldn't stop crying.

Stupid monkey.

[OOC: Open to cabinmates. Go Stickbug! And it always said Monday, shut up.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

WELCOME TO CHEERLEADER TRYOUTS!

Bleachers have been pulled out for the audience to sit on, the judges are in place (at least some of them are there at all times), there's a CD player there for your music, but no food or drinks, so bring your own or be entrepreneuring.

~~wait for~~ OCD is up! Come cheer! or watch cheer! or Judge!
Judges: Buffy, Alec, Marie, Molly, Lana, Phoebe, Janet
Cheerleader spots open: 3-5

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After waking up and finding something missing from each of their alcoves, the super sons of the Stickbug decided it was even more important to go through with their completely serious plan for peace.

Very quietly, the Stickbugs set up a table for their apology breakfast treat they promised a few days ago. A large cheesecake - that they in no way boobytrapped - was the centerpiece of this grand table of apology. Next to the cheesecake was all the coffee the Meerkats could drink - which was in no way boobytrapped for real because doing things to coffee was understood to be a hanging offense - and a sign that said "Sorry," making this the ultimate in peace offerings!

During this set up, a Stickbug who shall remain nameless at the moment walked around to the back of the cabin where the plumbing came in and made a small but important change.

The stage was set and the mighty Stickbugs stood there, waiting quietly for the Meerkats to ~~fall into their trap~~ wake up and accept this peace offering with the kind of skepticism that would truly be rewarded.

As they waited, they couldn't help but wonder where exactly their underwear was.

[OOC: ~~Currently locked to the Stickbugs and any Meerkats who may be waking up.~~There's been a cake explosion. You can probably notice this. And as a note to any Meerkats who might want to shower after this, your hot water has been turned off.]

soldtoarmenians

Xander had intended to come back from town, grab his laptop, and trek up to school to check e-mail; somehow, though, once he got back to the air-conditioned cabin, the call of naptime was much stronger than the call of the intarwebs. So... at least he was mostly awake when he walked out the front door yawning, a large box under one arm, and a bag of marshmallows, firemaking implements, and...um. turnips. in the other hand.

Dropping the foodstuff on one of the logs by the firepit, Xander opened the box, eyed the front of the cabin carefully, and finally decided to set up the contents on the side of the door nearest to the woods. Satisfied with their placement and patting each one of them on the head, he turned back to the campfire. Or rather, the campfire-to-be, once he got it re-lit.

[open to all!]

Current Mood: cheerful

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

It was late. Very, very late.

The men of Stickbug had either done manly things all day that made them very tired, or were at least faking it. Tyler, the two Peters, Charlie, Jamie, Greg, Cameron and John all snored away soundly in their alcoves.

Sleep. It's where they are vikings.

[OOC: For the foul Meerkat invaders, who have full modding rights. I have comment notifications turned off on this, so ping me on AIM if you need anything.]

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: "Sleep of the Just," Elvis Costello

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After an extremely lazy day of sleeping in late and doing very little ~~other than up finishing threads from yesterday~~, Isabel wandered out and started the Meerkat campfire. She's got everything needed to make S'mores and coconut angels. Off to the side a CD case is open and the CD is glowing slightly. It's also playing music.

Life is good.

[Open to all! Even Stickbugs.]

[ooc: Coconut angels are thick slices of french bread that's dipped in condensed milk, rolled in coconut and then toasted over the fire. Sounds bizarre but it tastes great.]

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Lowen & Navarro - If I was the rain

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was definitely not going to give the impression he was staying away from his own cabin due to fear of possible reprisal from any events that might have occurred earlier in the day. So he made a fire in the Stickbugs' firepit and was poking at it perhaps just a bit more often than was necessary.

He sat close enough to the fire to be able to read his book by its light between pokes. He most definitely was not dumb enough to keep his whole attention on the book. Just because he didn't want to give the impression of hiding didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out for revenge-seekers.

[[OOC: Open to all!]]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There's Tyler, looking smug.

There are basketballs on the court. Tyler is actually attempting to shoot the basketballs through the basket.

Right now, he's averaging .... oh, two out of three. Way less when he goes past the center court line.

He's ready for any basketball teammates or random onlookers who want to play.

[OOC: Now with shiny OCD threads.]

Current Mood: bouncy

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was in the common room playing with what looked like a large metal bracelet with a flat bit that extended to his palm. He didn't get a chance last night to field test it, but he'd find some way to use it tonight. And it would be fun.

Until then, though, he was bored.

[OOC: Open. Especially to Stickbugs.]

like-a-sponge.livejournal.com

Greg, it should be noted, was neither emo nor pouty.

'Thoughtful' might be a good word to use, though, and on someone like Greg, it may have beared a passing resemblance to emo. Perhaps emo's second cousin, or the like.

In any case, he was there, poking gently at the hot embers with a stick and trying to keep the smoke from hitting him in the face.

[Open like an open thing that's open to people who want to visit the Stickbug campfire omg.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had ~~handwavily~~ gotten her hands on a cd player and had dug through her gear in order to find the perfect practice cd. She had found it.* She had brought her list (with helpful doodles), dressed up in her cheerleading uniform, grabbed everything and wandered down to the gym.

She pulled out a mat and sat down on it, waiting for her ~~victims~~ teams to arrive.

* cd: She's a Rebel - Green Day, 3 Small words - Josie & the pussycats, Hey Mickey - B*witched, Kung Fu Fighting - Carl Douglas
ooc: please to follow the OCD, omg! OCD is up! Come and be cheerful!

ETA: Sleeping! Will pick up tags tomorrow.

multiplez

Unable to sleep, Z took her SPD handbook and The Amethyst Flower and went to the common room to read. Either she'd read until she was sleepy, or somebody would come by and distract her. Either way would be fine by her.

((Open for interaction))

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is wandering the halls, waiting for the people he'd talked to earlier this afternoon. He's armed with his usual exploring gear, so anyone who'd been adventuring before would probably recognise what he's up to.

[ooc: open for those who know who they are!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Rain kills motivation, so instead of visiting the gym, Isabel's curled up on a couch in the common room with a bowl of cereal for breakfast and cartoons on the TV.

Current Mood: mellow

demonbelthazor

Looking for something to distract himself from moping, Bel sprawled on the couch of the third floor common room, flipping through the channels of the TV. He settled on an episode of the History Channel's "Mega Diasters" series: West Coast Tsunami. Violence and destruction. Perfect.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Location: 3rd floor CR

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

The nametag and pen stuffed under Jack's door were a bit surprising. Since he wasn't technically a new student, he compromised and just wore the name tag. ~~If someone wanted to write his name on [his forehead or wherever] later, he wouldn't object.~~ Combining nametags with shirtless day didn't seem like such a good idea: where were people supposed to stick their nametags once they stripped out of their shirts?

Shirtless, name tag stuck to the pocket of his black jeans, Jack was currently dancing in the kitchen. Yeah, he knew shirtless day didn't start until after dinner, he just didn't want to wait.

If you thought he was cooking, you wouldn't be wrong. No pancakes, but there's bacon, eggs, toast and coffee.

Lots and lots of coffee.

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Tyler had decided to participate in shirtless day.

He was also barefoot.

And whistling as he worked.

He had soaked a condom in butane to dissove it. Carefully, he poured the mixture into a saucepan and began to heat it over a low flame.

It was amazing what you could find at a little convenience store.

[OOC: Open to all. If you're coming in after the explosion, the room will smell funny, and there might be some chunks of glass in the carpet, but no lasting damage.]

joxertehmighty.livejournal.com

Joxer stared.

There was a box. With tiny flickering images. And sounds.

He had no clue that it was The Long Haul starring Aaron Echolls on some random movie channel, or that it was a TV, or any of that.

He just sort of stared. Entranced.

[ooc: Open for All Your Shiny Happy 4th Floor Common Room needs!]

multiplez

After tossing her stuff down on one of the beds in room 317 and investigating the duffel bag (SPD cadet uniforms and workout clothes with the SPD logo, basic toiletries, a towel or two, an alarm clock, a music player with headphones, a wad of cash she wasn't entirely sure was supposed to be there, and an SPD handbook) Z took the handbook and went down the hall to the third floor common room to try to read it and hopefully meet some of her floormates.

She took a seat on a comfy-looking couch and opened the book at random. "Cadets shall not enter other cadets' living quarters without express permission. Good rule. I like that rule."

Anyone entering the room would find Z engrossed in her book.

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