fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with gwen stacy

There was Gwen, with her black clothes and piercings, once again sitting at a table under a glittery sign reading PROM TICKETS. It was times like this Gwen wondered exactly how she's gotten here, and whether there was any way to prevent glitter from dropping down into her hair besides wearing a hat. Was there something on Pinterest for that?

Anyway, there were tickets for sale and a prom court to vote for if you wanted to keep her from actually looking that up.

stacyexperiment

Gwen hadn't felt like she was really taking advantage of the time she had left here before graduation. Or at least, that's what she told her introverted(?) self when she got hungry and lazy enough to order pizza. After all, had there ever not been a time that someone ordered something for themselves and they got a pizza part instead?

Well, this time the delivery person left, and in her "oh thank god food's here," she got all the way into unpacking the bags before she realized that it wasn't a box of pizza.

As she held a container of Chinese food in her hand, she said aloud, "How does that even happen?"

[Open!]

stacyexperiment

Gwen did not watch reality TV at all, which was what she'd say if anyone asked. However, there was a big finale tonight in which a certain bachelor had totally screwed himself over and now had to get out of it, and it just so happened to be on tonight. And she also just so happened to have ordered a pizza to share.

If anyone asked, the remote was lost.

(It was under her couch cushion.)

[Open!]

stacyexperiment

See Gwen.

See Gwen sitting at the booth selling flowers and tickets and looking incredibly bored.

Sell, Gwen, sell.

stacyexperiment

Gwen was having one of those days where she didn't feel like doing anything. Blame the squirrels for waking her up so damn early on the weekend. So even in the afternoon she was still in her pajamas and bunny slippers, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of cereal. And just when she'd been ready to mentally bitch about the lack of anything on, she found a Kitchen Nightmares marathon.

This might just be her entire day, and she was totally fine with that.

[Open CR!]

boneyard_girl

"So, the thing about cheating at cards, is it's mostly misdirection," Ada was saying, as she laid out her deck. "You can mark them, sure, little cuts you can feel but not see, rough corners that could be explained away as heavy use, but you really don't want the other person looking at your cards, or theirs. Wearing short-sleeves helps because then they can't claim you have a card up your sleeve...but that doesn't mean you didn't have it hidden in the folds of your skirt or tucked in the leg of your shorts...and if they're busy looking at the naked ladies on the cards, they sure as hell ain't paying attention to what you're doing."

Ada Miller, ladies and gentlemen. Barker for the Miller Family Carnival, and terrible influence on ~~Townies~~ her roommate.

[OOC: OPEN POST! Come play cards, place bets on the girls, or just hang out]

stacyexperiment

Last year Gwen hadn't signed up for this, hated everything, and didn't know how this was her life. This year most of that was still true, but she did sign up for this on purpose, which was what led to those other two things. She was spending her day sitting under a super glittery banner reading "HOMECOMING TICKETS" and waiting for people to show up and entertain her and/or at least buy tickets or vote for homecoming court or whatever.

Or bring her coffee. That would work too.

stacyexperiment

Gwen had come to the common room to take in some mindless TV... and found all the furniture covered in brightly colored fur? Maybe it wasn't really fur, but like, nylon disguised as fur?

She took a seat on the sofa and took a second before picking up the remote. "This is like sitting on a Muppet."

[I wanted fluff, I posted fluff. Some SP on the drive but open!]

sampippy

This was unbelievable. This whole school was a mess. Xanthippe had been keeping mostly to herself for the past two weeks, because what even was this place? She hated it here, and she was like, totally sure they were slipping her drugs somehow because there was no other way that class with the ponies made any sense.

But she'd just been on the phone with her mom – again – arguing for why she needed to get back to Connecticut, and how this whole island was a freak show, and it wasn't healthy, come on, it was like totally stunting her mental growth to be here with these people and this environment –– and her mom had said no. She'd said no. Double-you tee eff?

And now Xanthippe was having to dig through a bunch of other people's groceries in the fridge just to get to her diet soda from yesterday.

"Gross. Gross. Gross."

Ugh. She did not approve of your choices of food and beverages, people using the fourth floor fridge. Not at all. She needed a fridge for her room, stat.

[ooc: Open!]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Somewhere in the depth of a long forgotten storage closet, a great evil awoke from its slumber.

For too long it had been sitting on a shelf. Alone. Abandoned. Covered with a fine layer of dust and shoved next to a pile of cleaning supplies. But now, for one brief moment, it had risen from its endless slumber, with one all-consuming goal in mind.

It had an unquenchable need... for pie.

And so a tiny pink robot bunny shuffled through the lobby of the dorms. There were baked goods somewhere on this island, and Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants was going to find some before his battery went dead again.

[OOC: Open to anyone who feels like harassing a klepto robot bunny.]

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: "The Greatest Banthabell Hits, Volume 4", Anakin Skywalker

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Between the smell of food, the sound of party music, and the sight of a lot of bottles (some of them even non-alcoholic!), it was clear that the sixth floor was ready for a party. Far away from yurts, and more importantly, far away from people who might be interrupted by a bunch of food, music, and drinking!

Summer was half over, everyone. Come on up and celebrate.

[OOC: This is the party for Not-So-Final Destination. Please, feel free to throw in as many I Never prompts as you want so there's a good list to go off of for the next week.

All students are invited by way of the posting at the main campfire earlier this week!]

stacyexperiment

It was Gwen's seventeenth birthday, which she felt a little weird about because she'd missed her sixteenth on account of being dead. She'd talked to Aunt May this morning, and decided she didn't really want to do anything for it, so they'd started talking about having a party for Peter in a couple weeks. He deserved it more than she did anyway, in Gwen's opinion.

So today was gonna be low key. She ordered Chinese for lunch, which meant there was now waaaay too much Chinese food because restaurants in this town had something against making money, and there were some trashy talk shows on, and that was good enough for Gwen.

[Open! Work SP warning applies, but I had to do something for her.]

stacyexperiment

What Gwen was learning was that even if there hadn't been glitter yesterday, fake pink Easter grass was only slightly better. She kept finding random pieces of it, like it would magically appear just to annoy her. At least it wouldn't stick to her skin for the rest of the week? Hopefully?

So Gwen was here, selling tickets, manning the voting booth, and keeping an eye out for any squirrels who might put her name in.

stacyexperiment

So. Last night had happened. And it sucked that after all the dirty stuff, today was just as bad all over again. Rather than put up with it this early, Gwen grabbed her stuff and headed to the bathroom for a nice, chilly shower.

And horrifically it was putting "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair" in her head, and ew, no.

[How have we not had a cold shower bathroom post yet? Open!]

stacyexperiment

What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

thegreywaren.livejournal.com

This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

[ open ]

Current Mood: frustrated

stacyexperiment

Despite being on StuCo, Gwen hadn't really wanted to actually go to the dance. Normally she didn't care about being single on Valentine's Day, but for some strange reason she really didn't want to see people hooking up or being couple-y while she was over there all frustrated and hating everything.

So instead she'd stuck to the common room, ordered pizza that was free to share if anyone was around, maybe accidentally made out with the pizza guy a little, and was now watching TV/having inappropriate thoughts about the Property Brothers.

[Open! Afk after 5 PST!]

stacyexperiment

It was that time again, and so Gwen was sitting at a table in the lobby under a glittery sign reading "GET YOUR VALENTINE'S DAY DANCE TICKETS AND FLOWERS HERE". Seriously, how was she the person who sold tickets to a dance she had zero intention of going to?

Anyway, unless someone showed up for tickets or flowers, she was just going to try to avoid all the glitter. She was pretty sure she still had some from the glizzard.

stacyexperiment

Gwen was not by nature a very competitive person. Nor did she like most people. But the snowball fight was sounding like it might not suck and she probably had to be there as a StuCo rep anyway and she'd much rather pelt people with snow than get pelted herself. So, she was ignoring some random court show on the TV in order to google "how to win a snowball fight" on her phone.

The results were mostly depressing, until she scrolled down a little. "Ooh, trebuchets..."

[Probably a teensy bit slow for work but I'm bored. Open, especially if fourth floor dwellers wanna plan, la.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny didn't see what the big deal was with today. Oooh, people told the truth. So what? He liked telling the truth! He did it all the time! He was awesome. Reed was a douche. Gwen was cool. Alana was hot. He didn't have many male friends because he never truly felt deep down that he really belonged after spending his entire youth out of place. He had no idea how to commit to anything but superheroing. This pizza was delicious and there was plenty for everyone. This Kate Hudson movie was wonderful, she was such a good actress.

Kate Hudson was where he drew the line. "I really want this channel to change so I can save face if anyone comes in. I DON'T KNOW WHY THE CHANNEL WON'T CHANGE! I'd totally bang Kate Hudson."

Okay, maybe THAT was how he could save face if anyone came in.

[OOC: Open, of course. But I'm driving home now so no responses for the next hour.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Why Travis was venturing out when he was vomiting words over everyone and everything, he didn't know. Maybe talking to someone would make him feel less like some loner slacker than if he spent time in his room, talking to his phone or possibly slipping and trying to talk to Cate. That just did not need to happen.

So, the late afternoon hours found him in the common room, silently flipping through television. Well, he was silent until his phone dinged and a message from Kyle flashed at him.

going on a date. with a guy. advice?

"Yeah, don't get too attached because he's definitely going to find someone else and dump you if you turn your back for a day or die for five years."

Travis closed his mouth and looked a little sick at having let that slip. He was just going to wait on texting Kyle back.

[Open post]

Current Mood: anxious

stacyexperiment

When Gwen got here a semester ago, she quickly found out how weird the place was... and then kept finding out how much weirder the place was than she thought. So she decided to do the new kids a solid, and that was why there was a huge sheet of butcher block paper taped up on the wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms.

THINGS ALL NEW KIDS SHOULD KNOW

Somewhere under that, she'd written:

Sometimes you turn into a dude if you're a girl, or a girl if you're a dude.
Sometimes people are from space.
Or alternate universes.
The janitor's an actual troll but he'll give you paper for stuff like this if you ask for it.

Get to adding to it, students.

[This was decided on at the last anniversary, ngl. I'm gonna be gone for a chunk of the day, but you can ping Gwen if you're up for SP, or have your own conversations in this post, or just add your own stuff to the wall!]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis was hungry. There hadn't been any food to find in his room so he'd made his way down a long hallway until he found a place that looked like a living room. It wasn't his living room but it had couches and chairs and a television and, best of all, a refrigerator.

Travis darted over to it, using both hands to tug on it so it'd pop open. Then, he stuck his head in, looking for something, anything. Maybe some cake? Cake sounded good but he was only finding things like eggs and milk and healthy stuff.

"Come on!" Travis moaned to no one in particular. He kept looking and finally found a piece of pizza from one of the many times the pizza boy had delivered too much. Gratefully, Travis grabbed the slice and took it out. He was already eating it when he climbed up onto the couch and turned on the television.

Cartoons time!

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: hungry

stacyexperiment

Another night, another patrol for Spider-Woman. Sort of. Maybe it wasn't so much a patrol as watching from the rooftops in case of any trouble. So far it hadn't seemed like a real crime mecca or anything, but when she'd tried to get coffee this morning and had the barista burst into "Taylor the Latte Boy" she'd figured something was up with this place.

So here she was, perched on the ledge, and waiting for something to happen. Or someone to show up or whatever.

[All the Spider-Gwen. Open!]

not_a_moonie

A notice had been sent out to the student body informing them that, if they wanted to be in the Homecoming parade, they should meet in the gym to rehearse and assemble the floats.

Alana was the lucky StuCo representative who got to lug paper mache, crepe paper, chicken wire, and other float supplies to the gym for the meeting. (And glitter. So much glitter.) She got stuff vaguely organized around a central open space, then set to work bending the chicken wire. A paper mache gremlin seemed like the kind of thing that belonged in the parade.

stacyexperiment

So here was Gwen. Sitting at a table under a glittery banner selling homecoming tickets. When people weren't around, she spent her time taking selfies to send back home with captions like How is this my life? and picking glitter off her skin (a futile gesture if there ever was one) or sketching some more ideas for her homecoming float ~~that she had totally been working on for days~~. The more free time she had, the more she added to it, and she was going to have to get a job just to pay for this damn float.

Anyway, come buy your tickets! Vote for homecoming court! Marvel at the fact that Gwen's actually doing this!

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny had an emotional but overall good weekend. But after doing radio this morning, it was clear that Parents Weekend wasn't as pleasant for everyone.

And so, as promised, Johnny bought some cupcakes and brought them to the first floor lobby. They were available to anyone who wanted or needed them, provided they would accept a hug from Johnny. And no, that wasn't a thing for the girls. Guys were getting a bro hug too. This was a platonic hug of support.

And if you needed, he was willing to give a pep talk, too. Girls had told him that he was great at saying the right thing to make them feel good about themselves. Why not apply that to people in actual need of cheering up?

Fandom needed it's favorite flaming superhero to do something a little different today and he was completely willing to do that. That's what being a superhero was, ven if he wasn't on fire.

not_a_moonie

There were two reasons for the party being organized in the second floor common room tonight. The official one was that Sparkle and Alana were both campaigning for seats on the Student Council and needed to get their names out there.

The less official one was that Minako's fifth floor party the week before had been amazing, and the hosts wanted to prove other floors could host something just about as awesome.

Other than the VOTE FOR ALANA and VOTE FOR SPARKLE posters taped to the walls, the set-up was standard for a dorm party. They'd filled a table with pizza and snacks (including, at Sparkle's insistence, homemade sparkler-topped cupcakes), and Alana had set up her tablet to play a mix of trancey pop music. The electronica battled for ear space with an intentionally campy sci-fi movie playing on the TV.

Everyone in the student body had gotten an emailed invitation, so now it was just a matter of seeing who would show up.

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Working under the specious logic that if he couldn't remember anything before yesterday that anything dumb he did today might be forgotten soon anyway, Jonathan - no, JOHN Storm set up some chips, a few bottles of pirate rum, and a sign just outside the common room announcing the Let's Make Some Mistakes We Won't Remember Party.

He had to get creative with some of the entertainment, but John was pretty sure this whole thing would work out regardless.

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After going to class and doing some work out at the warehouse, Barry decided to take a break and settle in for a bad night of SyFy movies. Settling into the common room, he saw that someone had put out cake and an ice cream bar.

"Weird," Barry said with a shrug but turned on TV in the hopes of finding some kind of shark-themed debacle.

But unfortunately the TV was not cooperating. In fact it would only show one movie series in particular.

"What the fuck is Fandom Chicken? Holy shit. Is that Rikku?"

Barry's introduction into Fandom's sordid past had only begun.

[My way of celebrating the game IC before Barry's memory is wiped. Come have virtual cake and enjoy the glory that is FANDOM CHICKEN

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

It's not like Johnny had classes today anyway, but he was still taking advantage of Labor Day by watching an action movie marathon. He turned it on halfway through The Game is Over, and now he was deep into The Game Is Over 2. Up next, Action Doctor.

Johnny had never heard of any of these movies, but they seemed wonderful and dumb and the lead actor seemed weirdly familiar for some reason.

Whatever, he had action. He had a day off. He had a couch. He had a bowl full of unpopped popcorn. And he had a hand above the bowl, heating the air around the kernels until they popped. He was trying something new with his powers. Sue would be so proud in a super disappointed way.

[OOC: Day off, wooooooooooo! And yes, I had to go to the Lucas Lee well for Johnny. Those are amazing fake movie ideas, come on.]

stacyexperiment

Gwen figured that as a treat for surviving most of her first week here (literally and figuratively), she'd just use a little bit of the spending money she'd been given before coming here to order a pizza, because she didn't feel like trying to cook.

When the delivery guy showed up with several she'd figured they were for deliveries elsewhere, but then there was a conversation including sentences such as "I only ordered one. One small," and "I'm not paying for all these," and "How do you even make money?"

Long story short, Gwen had a bunch of pizzas and she was only one girl so someone was going to have to help her with these.

[Possibly a little slow till after work but whatever, open CR!]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Fandom High Dormitories

Entries tagged with gwen stacy

1st floor lobby- Monday all day

4th floor common room- Monday evening

4th floor common room- Monday night

1st floor lobby- all day except during class

Fourth floor common room- Sunday afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Monday.

1st floor lobby- all day

4th floor common room- Monday night

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

First Floor Lobby, Sunday Evening

Sixth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

Fourth floor common room- Tuesday afternoon

Dorm lobby- Tuesday

The girls' bathrooms- Wednesday morning

Fourth floor common room- Tuesday evening

3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

Fourth floor common room- Saturday evening

1st floor lobby- Wednesday

Fourth floor common room- Thursday afternoon

3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

2nd Floor Common Room; Thursday Afternoon

The wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms- Sunday all day

2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon

The dorms roof- Sunday night

Gym, Thursday After Classes

1st floor lobby- all day Wednesday

4th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

First Floor Lobby, Monday morning

Second Floor Common Room, Monday After Classes

Fifth Floor Common Room, ALL DAY (and Night) [Wednesday]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

Fifth Floor Common Room: Friday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Monday morning

Fourth floor common room- Thursday evening

Fandom High RPG

Tags