[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
You would think by now Harvey and Temari would have learned to stay the hell away from each other. Bad, embarrassing things tended to happen whenever they were in the same vicinity. Like today, for instance, when both just so happened to pass each other in the hallway and ended up getting bitten by a gremlin.

Now they thought they were unicorns. Two very, very annoying unicorns who were on their way to--

"Caaaaaaandy Mountaaaaaaaaaain! Candy Mountain! Candy Mountain!"

Yes. Candy Mountain.

[Open! Yes, Harvey and Temari think they are going to Candy Mountain. If you choose to go with them on their adventuuuuuuuuure you might end up getting thrown into the pool. Just saying]

KKG Meeting:The Pool

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 10:08 am
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
John had scrubbed for what seemed like hours this morning and yet he still felt unclean after last night's...thing with Gavin.

Also, his back was freaking killing him. That bastard was heavy as hell!

So the KKG had been given notice that they were meeting in the pool today where there could be relaxing and stretching. No snacks, but there were plenty of rafts, floaties, and noodles to play with. Not dirty. Ew.
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
There were Cheetos in the rec room again. Life was good for the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin.

"Okay, so, I was thinking we were due for a gathering," John told the assembled group in between chewing his snack. "I was thinking something low key. An outing to Caritas or a visit to Fast Eddie's. Maybe this weekend? What do you guys say?"
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.
withoutverona: (super bowl)
[personal profile] withoutverona
Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, please wait for OCD is done.]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Sure, there was inauguration highlights you could be watching. Sure, there was snow that could be played in. Sure, there was homework that could be done.

But why would you do any of those things when two of your gremlin-bitten classmates were destroying the common room in order to prove that their awesome new cleaning products worked?

"HELLO, FANDOM! BILLY MAYS HERE TO SHOW YOU THE CLEANING POWER OF OXYCLEAN!" Harvey pointed at a headset-clad Temari. "AND WITH ME IS MY FRIEND VINCE WHO IS HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE SUCKING POWER OF THE SHAMWOW CLOTH!"

Harvey then opened up a bottle of soda and proceeded to spill it on the carpet. "SHOW 'EM, VINCE!"

[Um, yes, Harvey and Temari think they are Billy Mays and Vince the Shamwow guy. As a warning, you might get stuff spilled on your clothes just to prove the awesome cleaning power of Oxyclean]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.
[identity profile] notqueenyet.livejournal.com
It had been entirely too long since Aravis had truly appreciated her insomnia.

Which was why Tuesday evening found her curled up on the couch with a truly spectacular and moddable array of candy before her, and her dog lounging at her feet. Aravis hadn't settled on anything to watch, so she just plaintively flipped through channels, appreciating a few seconds of each program.

[open like a CR.]
[identity profile] armybrat-lois.livejournal.com
This wasn't Lois' floor but she had found that the third floor always had her favorite ice cream in the freezer so she tried to stop in there as often as she could. After stuffing herself full of ice cream she had to sit down and digest with some TV. She had ESPN on and was trying to catch up on SportsCenter when the remote got knocked out of her hand and into Chuck Bass'.

"ESPN, Lane, really?" Chuck asked, using the remote to flip through the channels. "People are going to think you're a lesbian."

Lois grabbed Chuck by the wrist and tried to get the remote back. "Come on, give it back, jackass. The Dodgers are playing tonight."

"Whoop-di-crap, nobody cares," Chuck said. He struggled to get his wrist out of Lois' grip for a second. Eventually he just pushed her back into the couch and sat on her lap in order to get her to hold still. It must've been uncomfortable for her but Chuck didn't really care. He was quite comfy.

"Get off, Bass!" Lois said, trying to push Chuck away.

"I think we'd have to go somewhere a little more private for that," Chuck replied with a smirk.

Harvey poked his head into the common room. "What's going on here?"

"Doesn't concern you, Dent," Chuck said, leaning back against Lois.

Lois pushed Chuck so he was laying across her lap rather than sitting in it directly. At least she could breathe now. "He won't let me watch ESPN. I have to see what they think about the Dodgers-Phillies game tonight. Use your StuCo president powers to make him give the remote back."

"I suppose I could do that," he said, taking his coin out of his pocket. He could easily win it from Chuck. He didn't know it was two-headed. "But first--who do you want to win the game?"

"Dodgers," Lois replied.

Harvey shook his head and settled into an armchair. "That's too bad. I'm a Phillies fan. You can keep the remote, Chuck."

Lois groaned. Boys were stupid.

[...*points at [livejournal.com profile] stupid_toasters* Open. Pick one you want to talk to and have at it]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
It had taken Harvey a little time but after some thought, some input from others and listening to Toby's broadcast last night, he knew just what to put on his campaign posters. After making a couple for each floor he started from the first floor and worked his way up, taping them to the walls.

He was also wearing a t-shirt just in case someone wanted proof that he did indeed look good shirtless.

Somehow he didn't think this tactic would be helpful in Gotham politics.

[Feel free to find him around the dorms. We'll just assume he and Turtle keep missing each other. I have to do it today because omg it's my birthday weekend coming up.

And, yes, you can ask him to take his shirt off]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Harvey was sitting in front of the TV with a notebook in his lap. He was trying to sketch out some ideas for campaign posters for Student Council. He just needed to think of a catchy slogan and he'd be in business.

He'd be in business a lot faster if he wasn't getting so distracted by the TV. Why was there nothing good on?

[Oooooopen]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Harvey had a problem. He was hungry. You think that problem would be easy enough to solve by making food but he couldn't decide what he wanted. It was still early enough for breakfast and yet it could be considered lunch time too. He wanted eggs but he could also go for a sandwich. You would think he could just pick something and get on with it but for some reason he couldn't. He always sucked at making stupid little decisions like that.

So now he had a grilled cheese and scrambled eggs going on the stove at the same time. He figured he was hungry enough to eat both and if he wasn't, well, he figured someone else would want some. He sat himself up on the kitchen counter next to the stove, rolling his father's coin across his knuckles and waited for his food to finish cooking.

[Oooooopen]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean had popcorn, candy, soda and the remote control to the tv. He wasn't exactly sure what was on -- but he figured he could flip channels until he found something interesting.

He also had a toy mouse and a grey cat that would chase said mouse every time he threw it. He looked down at Hunter as the cat brought it back for the umpteenth time. "Shouldn't you be getting tired right about now? What, did you manage to find the kitty equivalent of Red Bull or something?"

Hunter didn't answer beyond staring intently at the toy mouse in his human's hand.

[ooc: open!]

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