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Don't ask how Rikku had come up with a volcano. It had involved a little research, a little shopping, and a little Al Bhed explosives know-how. And now, there it was, a volcano on the school lawn. Hooray!

Rikku was waiting very patiently for an old friend to stop in. You couldn't blow up a volcano without the guest of honor, after all.

(Open, but with the same OOC restrictions as yesterday: Hamlet is currently a ghost, so your character would likely need either spiritual powers or a previous attachment to him to be able to actually see and talk to him. Otherwise, all you'll get are a drop in the temperature and lingering bits of ectoplasm.)

Current Mood: accomplished

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

It had taken a complicated mess of Greyhound buses, shuttle buses, walking, and a cab with one overly enthusiastic man who had rambled on at length about how he could feel the Devil beside him (and was there really any need for name calling?), but Hamlet had finally made his way from Newark to Fandom, Virginia.

He stood on the edge of the school ground for the first time since he'd died, and just stared at the school from a distance. When had they rebuilt it after the alien attack? Was there anything left in there that he'd recognize?

He didn't move any closer than the edge of the school lawn, however. He wasn't sure if he should. He wasn't sure if he would be able to in his current form.

[OOC Note: Well, look who decided to drop by for Homecoming weekend. Hamlet is currently a ghost, so your character would likely need either spiritual powers or a previous attachment to him to be able to actually see and talk to him. Otherwise, all you'll get are a drop in the temperature and lingering bits of ectoplasm. And it's also Thanksgiving weekend here in Soviet Canuckistan, so I might have to drop offline now and then to deal with arriving relatives. My this is a long note, isn't it?]

Current Mood: pensive

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for Hamlet to pack up everything in his dorm room. Really, he'd been doing little bits of it all over the last week, throwing his things and the bits that Duo had left behind into a suitcase.

So he'd called a taxi, and had dragged his bags down several flights of stairs after being unable to find the legendary dormitory elevator. It was still nice outside, so he didn't mind waiting all that much.

It still felt sad leaving the place he'd called home for almost two years now.

[OOC: Open. This'll be Hamlet's last post in Fandom before going back home to Denmark for good.]

Current Mood: nostalgic

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was extra bouncy today since it was the last practice she'd be to for a while. She made everything ready, and then when everyone had arrived, she clapped her hands. "Hey guys! I thought I'd let you know that I've given a suggestion for a cheer camp list... thing... paper to the office, and I'm hoping for a positive reply! I'm going home - well, to my mom - next week, so this'll be my last practice until fall semester." She glanced over at Alec and then Aly and grinned. "I'm sure Alec and Coach Aly will take good care of you all."

She clapped her hands again. "Okay, have a great practice everyone!"

ooc: I blame the Doctor and the Master for this being up so late. Sorry!
~~Wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up!

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

the_merriest

Rikku had no idea why she was up. She should be tired, but she wasn't. Go figure!

Luckily, her Monday class wasn't until after lunch, so it was okay if she stayed up late. She'd even remembered to bring snacks this time. Lots of sugary goodness and crunchy stuff.

The TV said it was a Movie Monster Marathon and Rikku was learning all kinds of stuff. She felt like taking notes. She'd have to ask someone later if any of these creatures were real or not. Most of them weren't anywhere in Spira, that was for sure.

(so very open!)

Current Mood: bouncy

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

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had been running around all day fixing things for the totally not-prom, and she was getting a little tired, but she was still ready for cheer time, especially since she had had an idea for her Media final.

She arranged everything as usual, and then she went to get a pen and a paper. On the paper she wrote: Sign here if you think that the cheerleaders should throw a cheer assembly on the 27th!

Then she waited for people to arrive so she could boss them around.

ooc: ~~wait for ocd!~~ OCD is up!
ETA: go gremlins post in case you missed it.

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.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

For the first time in a while, Buffy was the first one to show up in the gym for cheerleading practice. She paused, a little confused by the lack of people, then began to haul out mats and other things needed to practice safely. She also arranged for water bottles, and the cd player to be ready.

ooc: ~~wait for it!~~ the ocd is up!

dbiers.livejournal.com

After Alpha Beta Gremlin, D wasn't really in the mood to go back to her room. She'd spent enough time in there over the weekend.

Also? She had an inexplicably large amount of cupcakes that she'd just picked up from J.GOB and there was no way she could eat them all herself.

So she set them out on the counter in the common room, took one for herself and went to see what was playing on the TV.

She found the remote and began flipping channels before taking a bite of a rather tasty cupcake, "Happy birthday to me."

[OOC: Free cupcakes! Open! Not a party, just a girl hanging out in the common room with cupcakes.]

Current Mood: hungry

swerval_zero

It was the weetiny hours of the morning when a group of shadowy figures made their way across campus, pitchforks and torches and cans of spray paint in their hands.. Their hearts were pure, their intentions noble. The tyranny must finally end, and they were the ones to do it. Too long had they toiled without proper recognition (and really, you can only take that for so long before you snap). The lackeys. The also-rans. The sidekicks.

For some bizarre reason, one of them wore a bandanna and spoke in bad pirate, mostly because nobody had the heart to tell Seely that you didn't need to be a pirate to mutiny.

They'd finally snapped under the pressure. At last, today would be the day, the day .... for a mutiny. And possibly some cheery singing!

((I can claim only about five percent of this post. The rest of the credit goes to

ihatedenmark,

time_agent,

the_merriest, and

socksofcool. Rise up against your oppressors, my friends, my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Today is the day of our freedom! Mutiny! MUTINY! MUTINY!))

the_merriest

Rikku bounced down to the gym a little early, because it was one of those days where you really needed to dance around and yell a lot. Cheerleading: good for what ails you.

She seemed really early ... like, the first person here, even. Well, in that case, she'd start setting up some of the mats and warming up by herself. Everybody would show up sooner or later, right? Right!

Hooray, cheer time!

[~~please wait for ocd!~~ ocd up!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:

Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!

Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: weird

tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had left her office in just enough time to set up the gym for cheerleading ~~because she totally didn't forget she was supposed to really~~. She turned on some music just a BIT loudly and waited for the cheerleaders to show up.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ the happy OCD is up!]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom.

*Santa never ran. It was undignified.

[ooc: Tannim thinks he's Santa. He's not wearing a costume, just walking around with a bag of "toys" and trying to get into all the rooms. If you want him to get into your room, please tag into the post with your room number and whether it's occupied when Santa arrives. You're also welcome to run into him in the hallways.

[ETA: It's afternoon when he's running around the dorms, but his delusional mind thinks it's later at night.]

Current Mood: jolly

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

Krycek had gone to the common room to veg out a bit, but found himself wrestling with a goat for charge of the remote. "You can't even use it!"

"Maaa!"

"I'm not watching MTV," Krycek growled. "Just give it--"

*SNAP*

The goat jumped to the back of the couch with the ruined remains of the remote in his mouth, looking smug.

"You are really annoying," Krycek muttered as he got up to change the channel manually.

[ooc: ...goat modded with permission, yes.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly went down to the gym early again and got everything set up for cheer practice.

She spent some time practicing her punches while she waited for the others to show up.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready to go!]]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was ready and waiting for the cheerleaders today. She was smiling and bouncing a weetiny bit. "Hi all! I thought we'd practice lifts today, so everyone team up and try this."

She waved for Alec to join her. He obediently did so. He lifted her up until she could spread her legs around his waist, then lifted her over his right hip, then his left. He finished by throwing her across his shoulders, letting her slide down in front of him again. She beamed at him.

"Thank you Alec. Everyone get that? Great!"

ooc: wait for it. The move Buffy and Alec showed looks more like a Swing dance move than anything else. Or something figure skating couples would do.

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of ~~Disney~~ narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

Current Mood: Broody

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

After seeing all that he could see in the school, Simba scampered on down to the school grounds. He felt more comfortable out in the grass and bushes than trapped inside the tight school buildings. so far, this had seemed like a good day.

If you listened carefully, you also might have been able to hear the faint sounds of musical theatre in the air.

[OOC: Main thread is ~~locked to people have been asked~~ now open. The rest of the post is open to all.]

Current Mood: artistic

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

The gym was set up as it had been for other try-outs. The current cheerleaders were sitting behind desks, pen and paper ready to make judging marks. In front of them were an open space, with a pile of mats to one side in case someone was feeling uncertain of their abilities. There was ample space on the bleachers for an audience to support and/or mock the people trying out.

They would need at least three cheerleaders to replace those graduating this spring.

(ooc: Posted early so people working Sundays (!!!) can get a chance to play too! ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Come try out! Show your school spirit!)

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Following his and Isabel's plans made yesterday, Peter had stopped by J,GOB after Interstellar Relations to pick up a metric ton of coffee, doughnuts, bagels, and assorted other pastries.

Getting them back to the Common Room was easy, but trying to corral all the books in the Common Room into a cabinet so they wouldn't knock over the coffee was much more difficult.

However he managed to do so and thus there was a table set up with coffee, tea, doughnuts, and pastries. A sign said "Happy Studying and Good Luck on your Finals from Student Council." There was an addendum added in pen "Watch out for books!"

Peter was drinking tea and studying his Hunting notes nearby.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy waited until people had gathered, then stepped in to the middle of the room and clapped her hands. "Okay!" she said cheerfully. "Happy Pippi-brings-us-cookies Day! Today is the last practice before Christmas, and we're going to start putting things together! I know we don't really have a team to cheer -- you'd think that with this many geeks, there'd at least be a chess team, but no -- so learning cheers might be a little futile, but I think we should anyway."

She paused to hand out sheets of papers with cheers on.

"I want us to try this cheer to a slightly modified macarena routine first." Buffy took a deep breath and demonstrated: "Hey hey, let's do it again, Everybody yell, Go! Fight! Win!" When she got to 'win' she jumped around, hands on her hips. "And then you can practice yelling cheers or krump. Oh! There will be new students coming in after new years, I think, so we should have another try-out session then. I'm thinking the second weekend of January?"

Buffy gave them all a narrow eyed, kind of scary look. "That's also the deadline if any of you want to drop Cheerleading, because after that we'll start attending competitions and if you drop out in the middle of a competition I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"What else?" Buffy pondered. "Oh! I've lost track. Who are our current bases and flyers?"

ooc: ocd ~~coming~~ up. Ping me on ooc if there's anything else I've forgotten.

kawalsky.livejournal.com

It was cold out, but not the kind of cold that meant to stay indoors. It was more of the cold that was refreshing and conducive to a bored teenager on a Sunday night.

Kawalsky checked his supplies. Baseball bats? Check. Bucket of jello-filled water balloons? Check.

He picked up a bat and a balloon. He tossed the balloon into the air and hit it with the baseball bat.

Sure, it was going to make a mess, but nothing that couldn't be cleaned up easy enough.

[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky's head was pounding. He opened his eyes and found himself face-down on the floor of the Sixth Floor Common Room.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his side and clambered to his feet. "Hamlet?" Kawalsky called. What had happened last night? The details were a little fuzzy, but as he steadied himself, he tried to recall what went down.

They were in Room 666 with the book and the crazy window and the things flying at them. Then there was the big soul-sucking thing and some incantation and then...

He turned and stumbled as quickly as he could towards the door without falling over his own feet. Grabbing onto the door frame, Kawalsky hung out into the corridor and looked down at where the ridiculously long Sixth Floor corridor had been.

It was gone. All that remained was a normal dead end wall.

There were only a few rooms left. The endless stream of rooms was gone. Then he remembered. The hypercube section of the floor had collapsed in on itself. Kawalsky and Hamlet had run as fast as they could to keep ahead of the collapsing after the big 'thing' had heard the incantation.

They'd both landed pretty hard in the common room to avoid the thick layer of plaster and dust that now coated the remains of the corridor.

Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to push away the pounding headache he had, Kawalsky wondered what time it was and how long they'd been up here. He turned back around and saw Hamlet sprawled behind the couch.

He rushed to his side and shook him gently. "Hamlet? Hamlet?"

[OOC: For the Danish Emo Prince to wrap up the plot.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet lead the way down the stairs from the roof to the sixth floor. Somehow it seemed even emptier than usual tonight.

"Earl should be in one of these many empty rooms down here. There's currently no one else on this floor but Earl, and Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants, and I, but try to still not make too much of a mess."

[OOC: Locked to the group from the roof.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet headed up to the roof after his classes were over for the day. The roof was nice and cool this time of day, and it provided a great place to think about things.

It had been a fairly normal school day. Still he couldn't help feeling like he'd been forgotten to do something...

[OOC: ~~Locked to specific people, please.~~ Open for other roof-type needs after the group's moved on. The other half is over here.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

In the evening, after classes was over, Hamlet wandered down to the second floor common room to watch Supers, that new drama series about people with superpowers. It seemed as though every episode ended with a cliff hanger, he wanted to find out the answer to this week's. The chips and snacks were just a bonus.

[OOC: Open.]

Current Mood: geeky

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

The mats are out, the cd player is ready to play should music be needed, and cheerleaders are sitting behind a table ready to judge. Although as this is, of course, a cheerocracy, not a democracy, Buffy has final word.

There's bleachers for the audience and representatives of the press (the nuts are for the squirrels, not the newspaper journalists. They get coffee). This will be an afternoon of short skirts, cartwheels and above all CHEER!

(ooc: because I am late posting this, tryouts will continue in slowplay on Monday as well. Come try-out! Mock! Cheer!)

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was bored, so after a quick run into town to pick up some Ching Tai to share, she made herself comfortable in the common room with all three King of the Bracelets movies and started with the first.

She was fully prepared to helpfully point out the symbolism and archetypes to anyone who seemed to be missing them.

[Open and with Chinese food yay!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being ~~a dumbass~~ curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]

Current Mood: confused

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec rolled out the mats and put a mix of something bright and quick on the CD player, but it wasn't where he wanted to be today really.

There was a game on Friday though, and it'd be a good idea to have some coordination before that, yeah?

[OOC: ~~Wait for OCD!~~ Is up, will be pinging in as much as I can!]

Current Music: Kazzer - Pedal to the Metal

chasingangela

As was becoming a tradition, Angela skipped the new student orientation because she hated crowds.

But she was a little curious about the shiny new people, so she went out to the common room late Sunday. Even if no one wandered in, she could have cookie dough ice cream and watch The Z-Cases.

Life was good.

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.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet settled himself down on a couch in the second floor common room with a large bowl of popcorn and a couple bottled od pop. The TV guide had promised a Bitterwoman marathon including one of the infamous "missing episodes". It seemed like a good way to spend an evening when you didn't really want to go out.

[OOc: Open like a thing what is open.]

Current Mood: geeky

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin had spent most of the day ~~brooding~~ meditating and replaying the trip to Coruscant in his mind.

The thoughts it had led to had been entirely too depressing.

That's why he had migrated up to the second floor common room and commandeered the television set.

Not that the last Space Battles prequel was any less depressing, but he could keep himself entertained by mocking the terrible technology and equally terrible dialogue.

[OOC: Open, open, open...]

Current Music: Far Away - Nickelback

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

The package he'd been waiting for from home had finally arrived. He sent a ~~handwavy~~ email to his flight workshop students, and then dragged his television down to the lobby and set it so a brilliantly lit planet floated in the center of the room. It then began cycling through a series of photographs of the planet.

He returned to his room and came back with the contents of the package: food from home. Sand cookies, pies, teas made from leaves and not random alien colons (unless you really wanted alien colon tea), candy from Alderaan and Naboo, the works.

He turned on what Obi-Wan had assured him was the latest in Coruscanti music and kicked back on the couch.

If everyone in the school couldn't come to Coruscant, he'd bring Coruscant to them.

[OOC: Open to absolutely everyone!]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

willbedone.livejournal.com

When Willow woke up she knew at once what she had to do and where she had to be. Also she knew that she was Nadia. Which was not so much true but at least it accurately represented her state of mind.

Which is why, after running some errands, she was now on the roof of the dorms with her backpack and a pastry box beside her.

This was also why she felt an urge to sing.

Now the thing with Willow is that 1) she couldn't sing and 2) she had no idea what songs Nadia sang while she was up on the roof doing her roof-singing thing.

Willow was nothing if not a girl who innately tried to do her best anyway.

( So she sang... )

"Nadia" nodded in satisfaction at what she felt was a roof-singing job well done, and sat and waited to see if anyone felt like joining her.

[open!]

Current Mood: confused

nadiathesaint

Nadia hit the roof in the evening as it started to get relatively cool. She propped her laptop up on her knees and stared vaguely at her adventure story.

Elena, Mario, and Calliope had escaped the Nazi zeppelin with the aid of the intrepid mercenary, Pippin. They were now sailing across the sea on Penelope's ship, searching for an elusive siren maiden, Phillipa. Elena had just dived off the edge of the boat after Phillipa, while Penelope and Pippin were "occupied" below decks, and Mario and Calliope were shouting encouragement.*

Trouble was, Phillipa just didn't want to be caught, and Nadia wasn't sure how to get her to the point where she would be.

*At Elena. Not at Penelope and Pippin. Not to say they weren't encouraging of Penelope and Pippin, but just not in person.

[ooc: open. I'm borrrrrrrred, come play with me and encourage the further adventures of Elena and her gang! Also, I'm optimistic that I will SOMEHOW be online this evening.]

can_be_more

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. ~~Printhethes~~ Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.

[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

The rain had made things quite messy outside of the Stickbug cabin. So muddy Jamie was slipping and sliding all over the place.

At first it was by accident. However judging by the fact that Jamie is now taking a running start and sliding face first over the slick muddy ground wooting in delight.

[ooc: Woot! Fun in the mud! Join in!]

dbiers.livejournal.com

In a perfect scenario, D'anna would still be in bed.

However, she'd ~~handwavily~~ agreed to open practice while Cheer-boy was in computer class.

So here she was in the campground gym, random rock music blaring and warming up while she waited for the others to show.

[OOC: I'm thinking this is an all afternoon thing so that cheerleaders with workshops today can still stop by after their classes let out. Someone give me a heads up if that's somehow wrong.]

Current Mood: tired

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

It is cheertime again.

Buffy is has "Hey Mickey" blasting at a really, really loud volume, and the movements and singing she's doing doesn't really resemble the Go big blue routine.

It's possible it has something to do with her ~~evil~~ plan.

ocd is up!

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker's in the common room, channel-surfing mindlessly. She wants a cigarette. She wants a drink. She wants more shoes. She's in a weird, weird mood. What she doesn't want, is to go to Blue Cove.

Since she has no choice about that, she's looking for Z-Cases re-runs.

[ooc: open to any and all]

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