[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley had been bored. So incredibly bored. While she was a little worried about not having a job or a class to TA, she wasn't concentrating on that right now.

Right now she was laying on a common room couch, watching a movie that was utterly horrifying her.

It was supposedly about Elvis. But Elvis was definitely not like she remembered him.

She couldn't even eat any of the popcorn she made. She was that horrified.

[ooc: Hayley's last open CR, woe. Open post!]
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy had made her way up to the gardens again. It didn't matter to her that it was already starting to get warm and sticky out. The land needed love no matter how you may or may not feel.

She had dressed in another borrowed pair of trousers her brother didn't know he had lent to her and a mostly short-sleeved blouse. (Someone might need to take this girl shopping at some point.) She was careful to put cream on her arms and face so that she didn't get a horrible sunburn. She learned a long time ago how much sunburns could hurt and how she was prone to them with her fair skin and red hair and freckles.

She managed to get her unruly hair tamed (in a way) into a thick braid down her back and then set off to work among the plants. There were gardening implements nearby, but for now, she preferred to work with her hands. After putting shields around both of her hands to protect from the dirt and the plants, she put a light shield around herself and started happily moving about the dirt and plants.



[[OOC: Oh so very open.]]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley had started a fire.

Thankfully, it was in the actual place for the main campfire, and she was happily roasting marshmallows and eating them right off the stick. This was the good life, she thought.

There was an impending cloud of adulthood and responsibility. She was ignoring that with all her might.

Because mmmm, marshmallows.

[ooc: Open like an open campfire]
[Warning: Hayley and Hinata's has ventured into dark subject matter. Hayley's views are in no way intended to be humorous or played for laughs.]
[identity profile] abitlegless.livejournal.com
Ender had told him about television when he'd been trying to explain the computer and holograms: light that was shaped into things. Hiccup hadn't actually made the connection between the box he'd seen in the common room and television until he'd come wandering in search of food and seen the pictures playing across the glass.

Quest for food forgotten, he dropped to his knees in front of it, eyes wide, one hand on the glass. There were people and animals and machines and some sort of magical liquid that promised to make him irresistible to girls if he sprayed it all over himself. There was even a man on a horse.

Enraptured, Hiccup just kept staring, eyes about six inches from the screen.

[OOC: Open, of course! But you may have to shove the Viking out of the way if you want to watch TV.]
trigons_child: (Hand on hip)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Tonight was the season finale of Rumor Gal, so of course Raven had commandeered the common room to watch it. It was going to be the perfect distraction from her father and Sebastian and strange boys on roofs telling her she was going to turn evil.

Unless the characters' actions got her all riled up. That could be a problem.

Touch the remote at your own peril.
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim had blown up a papaya, defended the cafeteria from redecorating Vikings and had generally had a pretty interesting day, not even considering who his P.E. teacher was. He just wanted to relax for a bit without worrying about the space-time continuum, so he microwaved a meal he'd found in the freezer and turned the TV on to a NASA special on Discovery Channel.


[Open!]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
Sleep? Who could possibly sleep at a time like this? Although Ariel was absolutely exhausted from yesterday, the seahorses in her stomach were stampeding about in excitement and so she didn't have much for sleeping. Even the thrill of sleeping in a human bed was enough to keep her up. So it was tired but still bouncing Ariel that had padded down to the common room that morning, eager to explore and rifle through the unbelievable amount of human artifacts at her disposal just down the hallway.

For a girl who didn't talk, she wasn't very quiet about the whole thing either. Cupboards banged, drawers slammed, utensils clattered as her eager hands and hungry eyes went through every single one and examined all the marvelous items. Dinglehoppers, a whole drawer of them! Gazoodzits, too, and flangongers, and here there were some plates! Plates! Ariel reveled in the new word as she took each one out, looked it over, turning it along its circumference. And then there were the boxes of things filled with other things, and gloopfezzits and, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Ariel stared in awe as she even found a thingamabob, unlike any of the twenty she had back home in her grotto, with a pretty red case filled with all sorts of other gadgets, like the little mini snepfitters and gormazers...

It was almost too much. Occasionally, Ariel had to force herself to stop, letting out little silent squees to release her excitement.

She'd probably be less excited once she'd gotten through all the cupboards and had to start putting all the stuff back.


[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]
[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com
Mat didn't have much time left to appreciate all of the modern conveniences of this time and place, so he was taking full advantage by turning on the television (some guy with horribly dyed hair was talking about how everything was "money". It still looked like food to Mat) and making himself some food.

Well, setting popcorn on fire in the microwave. Someone save him from himself, please?
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.

He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.

[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley Fitzpatrick was sitting on the edge of the roof. Yes, it was probably entirely unsafe. But she didn't care, right now. She was sipping from a bottle of grape soda, thinking about the important things.

Mainly whether or not she should go back to Gotham, only to warn Elvis not to get fat. It seemed like a good idea, really. The universe would be better if The King stayed sexy and didn't die. That just made sense.

So really, she was trying to just think about things that weren't graduation. She didn't want to think about how soon it was, or what she'd do afterwards. The grape soda wasn't much help in this department. But it was tasty.

[ooc: Open roof, open post.]
[identity profile] tasenburn.livejournal.com
It was late, but Elle wasn't tired. Therefore?

Common room!

Since it was late and there weren't likely to be an uber lot of people roaming the fifth floor common room, Elle had laid claim to the most comfortable couch in the room. Hey, she showed up first. It was her priority, dammit.

Unfortunately, this late at night, the only thing on was infomercials. Lots of them. Most of them confusing to the girl who was displaced in time by a decade.

[Open as common rooms are!]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil balloons and noisemakers scattered around the room.

Plus, of course, there was the ball pit.

Being inside eating cake and goodies was a lot better than being out in a fog with imaginary and real monsters in it.

[open, wait for the OCD teeny OCD is up!]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Not exciting, but fun: Dinah had ordered pizza, made popcorn, and had pop out for whoever wanted it, while she clicked on the Chiller marathon of Darkest Night. The usual theme music swelled, the vampires swooshed across the screen, and hello, Lee's shirt getting ripped. How she'd missed you.

[open to all, as Dinah catches up on Tony's show]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
Claire had hot cocoa and cookies and was curled up on the sofa watching the Olympics. She did not understand why anyone would possibly want to spend that much time in or around snow or ice, but she could appreciate the athleticism involved.

Plus the figure skaters were such pretty boys.




[so, it's my birthday and my sister is in the hospital which means it has mostly sucked. please play with me and entertain me? <3]
[identity profile] notqueenyet.livejournal.com
To say that Aravis was fascinated by the Olympics would be gross understatement. Once she had sat down to watch, she had been unable to tear herself away for very long. The abundance of ice and snow held her interest well enough, and the grace the athletes had demontrated had only compounded this.

Tonight, speed-skating and skiing both had her attention, and while -- being a citizen of a country not only not represented, but not in this world -- she was not hoping for anyone in particular, she was wincing everytime someone fell, and cheering when she was impressed by things. She also had a small bag of chocolates with her on the couch, which she'd possibly share. Especially in exchange for explanation of rules. She still hadn't exactly figured out the scoring system, aside from, "Don't fall down."

[deliver me from online homework!]
brat_inslayage: (In Chair Watching (The Killer In Me))
[personal profile] brat_inslayage
She'd been debating taking an evening off for a while, and when she happened to wander into the common room, turn the TV on, and discover a women's hockey game on during the Olympics coverage, that pretty much sealed the deal for Kennedy.

Because there were women skating around with sticks, in padding, and that was pretty freaking hot. Also, awesome. In light of that, what else was there to do but order in a couple of pizzas and sides of buffalo wings, camp out on the couch, and enjoy the game?

Seriously.

She could go out later. After this game was over.

[[shut up, we're not obsessed with women's hockey in this house or anything. i had to. also, it's open like a common room.]]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Liir was baking.

Not only was he baking because he wanted to provide something delicious and freshly baked for the inhabitants of the dorm, but he wanted to bring a set of a very specific kind of cookie to work with him tomorrow for his boss.

The cookie was a favorite, of course, but more specifically, it was the first cookie that he'd ever made with Miss Lulu: a rather naughtily named confection of chocolate and hazelnut which had provided more than one laugh over the, goodness, two years or so since he'd come to the Island. And now she was back, Miss Lulu, and Liir could scarcely think of anything else.

Makejoy was just chuffed that Liir seemed to be out of his funk.

[open as a common room is + chocolate and hazelnut cookies!]
glacial_queen: (Default)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla didn't know there was anything important going on today with the teevee. Considering their school didn't have sports, the idea of football was foreign to her. Instead, she was puttering in the kitchen, wishing someone who could cook would magically arrive, preferably with dinner, and pretty much bored.

Also frowning at the remote and wishing it didn't have quite so many buttons.

[Open like a common room and happy to be home from a convention meeting in another state. Come play!!!]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley was actually taking Azula's advice tonight. She stood by the stove, carefully trying to cook something without burning it or herself.

This wasn't high cuisine. She was making a grilled cheese sandwich. Trying being the keyword, as she'd burnt the first one, but this second attempt was turning out okay. She flipped it in the pan to toast the other side and she had the beginnings of an eager smile on her face.

There was no music, the TV was not on. She was focusing solely on getting this sandwich made. When it was done, then there would be victory music. Victory music by Lady Gaga and a little one-girl dance party while she ate her delicious sandwich.

But first she had to make sure not to let the sandwich sit too long in the pan...

[ooc: Very open!]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley had spent too much time cooped up in her room. She decided to come out to the common room, and started to occupy her time by putting together ingredients for an omelet. Her efforts, however, didn't turn out so well. She burned the first one, and by the time she got to trying it again, she actually ended up burning her hand.

With a scream, she flung the frying pan off the stove. Which thankfully wasn't hot enough to actually start a fire or anything when it clanked across the floor, leaving an eggy, cheese splatter in its wake. She was just so angry that she couldn't manage a simple meal, as she ran her hand under cold water from the sink. Her tears were both of pain and frustration. She just felt so useless, right then.

[ooc: Open! Feel free to distract the poor girl.]
solo_sword: (headtilt)
[personal profile] solo_sword
Jaina had gotten a bit of a clue-in as to what it was John was actually doing out there, and to say the curiosity was getting the better of her would be a severe understatement. So, naturally, she rented a random season of Wormhole X-treme and got a pizza and sat down to watch.

She still wasn't exactly sure how accurate this was or what exactly it had to do with anything, but there was a lot of "...Nuh uh" coming from the sofa as she watched anyway. And if this was what he was doing... yeah, she was still so jealous.


[Entertain me as I wait for the cable guy. Will be a brief lull in pings when I flee home, but that's why you have each other too!]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley had come up with a secret plan to fight inflation to get things warmer.

No, she wasn't setting the common room on fire. Though she'd admit to the thought crossing her mind.

She was, in fact, piling as many cushions and blankets into a giant fort. She was exercising her inner five year old.

She'd gladly welcome help. Or company.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] bloody-luck.livejournal.com
As Mat had mentioned a few times, Mat couldn't cook with modern technology. But roasting things over a fire?

That, he could do.

So there he was, bundled in a few layers, roasting a few rabbits over the fire and feeling more homesick than he was willing to admit.

[OOC: Mmm. Small game.]
exspeedydotcom: (at sink)
[personal profile] exspeedydotcom
After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

((Open!))
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley was, thankfully, not making a giant mess in the common room again. This time she just had a bowl of popcorn sitting mostly untouched on a coffee table. Hayley herself was draped over a couch, debating if she should call some of the people that'd left her messages yesterday back again.

Yeah, no one had told her those weren't intended for her.

For now, she had a 'Man vs Food' marathon on the TV, though it was mostly unwatched. She kept dozing off. The couch was just that comfy.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com
Vaguely out of sorts over the weird voicemails she'd gotten, Dru wandered out to the common room and grabbed the remote.

It was Saturday night, there had to be some bad movie on to watch.
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley Fitzpatrick was baking again. This time, she was making a cake. A cake that apparently caused a minor flour explosion and more than a few broken eggs on the ground when she'd attempted to juggle them.

Hayley was not a trained juggler, no. But she found that she was able to catch onto the basic idea pretty fast.

But now, she was shoving her chocolate concoction into the oven, and staring at the mess about her.

"...I wonder if I can get away with not cleanin' this," she said, wiping her hands on her jeans. She... looked quite the mess, with chocolate, flour and the like spattered on her white t-shirt, jeans, and exposed skin.

So instead of cleaning up, she went to go sit down and watch some TV. She found an episode of Bitter Woman on and decided to watch.

[ooc: Open!]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]
trigons_child: (Considering)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven had spent a great deal of the day watching the snow fall outside her window before making her way up to the roof for a better view. The pristine blanket of white that covered the island took her breath away -- as did the drop in temperature. But for now, the view and the still heavily-falling snow dazzled her more than the cold bothered her, and she was so enchanted by her first sight of snow that soon she was spinning in circles, arms outstretched, catching snowflakes on her fingers and tongue.

It would get old. Eventually.


[ooc: Open, of course, though this rooftop has been claimed in the name of the DC Universe!]
heromaniac: (Christmas)
[personal profile] heromaniac
Since the island was apparently heading into massive Christmas mood and totally insistent that she wear the elf costume no matter how many times she'd changed during the day, Momoko decided to do some practice Christmas baking in the common room. Finding a recipe online for Christmas cookies wasn't hard to do, and the ingredients were all there, yay! But unfortunately it was still Momoko doing the baking.

"Ah! I burned another batch!" That was it. She stormed down the hall (as much as one can in such a cute outfit) with a still-smoking cookie tray in hand and knocked on a door. "Jaime? Are you hoooooome?"

She couldn't help laughing when he opened his door, so her request to help with the cookies took a bit longer to get out.

She was still giggling as she followed him back into the common room. "But you do look good in blue! Really!" And his elf costume was way more normal-looking than hers! "And it could be worse, you know!" She moved past him to dump the burnt cookies into the trash and set the cookie tray aside.


[Common room is open. Come mock the elves and their baking?]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal knew that, technically, he should be spending his free time practicing so he wouldn't make a huge fool of himself when he finally fulfilled his requirements for losing his bet with Kate. Instead, he was sprawling in the common room, lights off, with a loud, action packed movie on the television. He'd ordered himself a pizza and decided that pretending that he didn't have humiliation in his future was a much better plan.

[cr's an open place, if'n you want!]
living_endless: ([neg] not sure about you)
[personal profile] living_endless
It wasn't even Thanksgiving yet, but Didi was firmly of the opinion that it was never too early for Christmas cookies. She flopped down with a bin of frosted sugar cookies shaped like bells and wreaths and an old Katharine Hepburn movie.

She'd probably share the cookies.

[Lame open post is lame and open!]
trigons_child: (Watching 2)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven had a secret, one she hadn't shared with anyone. It was even more closely guarded than the whole being a demon thing. Raven, you see, had developed an addiction...to Rumor Gal.

So come Monday night, she slipped out to the common room, pleased to find it empty. She wasn't sure how to explain her obsession with the show. Some of the characters did terrible things to one another, but it was so rich with so many powerful emotions, and she enjoyed experiencing them vicariously. She was particularly drawn to the bad boy of the show for some reason, and, though she'd never admit it, she was anxious to find out if he and his girlfriend were involved in the threesome that was supposed to happen tonight.

She sat down on the couch, curling her legs under her, and flipped on the TV, munching on a plate of vegetables as she waited for the show to begin.


[*sigh* It's canon. Raven watches Gossip Girl religiously. :D Up a bit early so I don't forget, like I have for the past three Mondays.]
icecoldfrost: (Emma is smoking)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
It was a bit chilly out, but that didn't really deter Emma. She actually sort of liked fall, with the wind and the leaves, especially now that she didn't have to worry about finding a place to sleep once it got cold.

She let her lungs fill with smoke before exhaling, glancing down at the latest assignment for her AP Algebra course. It was nights like this that made her wonder why she'd agreed to the extra work of distance-classes in the first place. She could be out at the bar, but no, she had more homework to do.

Maybe if she was lucky, someone would show up and give her an excuse to ignore her numbers for a bit.

[Open roof is open! Distract me from the impending Monday!]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley seemed to be spending a lot of time in her common room, lately.

Today, she was baking sugar cookies and icing them.

There was an utter mess of sugar and flour, and the icing was splattered almost everywhere... including all over Hayley. The cookies themselves were explosions of color, like Pollock paintings in junk food form.

"This is great," Hayley remarked to herself.

There was a music channel on the TV, and Hayley was grooving to a series of music videos by Daft Punk as she did her baking thing.

[ooc: Very open! The work week is over, hooray!]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley was back on the couch, this time she had a couple plates of cookies set out for anyone to grab one.

She was watching a documentary she'd found on the TV.

It had her enraptured. "...you can do that in a movie?"

She was amazed by all the naked people, blood, and car crashes.

[ooc: Open! Method RPing, apparently, as I'm currently watching the same movie.]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley lay on a couch, stretched out and content. She was watching a bizarre show on the television. There seemed to be two British people arguing about whether a parrot was dead.

All Hayley knew was she found it hilarious.

She kept laughing and laughing. Her voice probably carried a bit, too.

[ooc: Open! I am bored and up for a bit. Come in!]
heromaniac: (book)
[personal profile] heromaniac
Bored, bored, bored!

Momoko was sick and tired of being sick and tired. She was in no mood to sit in her room a minute longer than necessary, either, so after dropping off her books, she headed straight for the common room.

A big bowl of sharable fresh popped kettle popcorn later, she was relaxed on a couch, flipping through a magazine while the TV was on scan, looking for something that could draw her attention way from tomorrow's horoscopes, today's hairstyles, and yesterday's shoes.






[OPEN! come visit! have some popcorn. complain when the scan hits the snowy channels.]
longislandiceme: (airquotes)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby was bored, there was no question about it. He was also feeling sociable, though, which meant he was out in the common room in an effort to cure that boredom. Sprawling on the couch with a Rebel Justice Unleashed comic, he had a ridiculous amount of treat-size chocolate bars in various bowls spread on the table.

As for why he had so much chocolate in the first place? Well. He couldn't actually explain it. This island just seemed determined to make sure he always had more than enough food to go around. Weird.
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
It was a vaguely sedate Hayley that was crashed out on a couch. She was watching a movie on the TV about evil clowns from space.

She pouted at it.

"...no wonder people don't like clowns," she said.

She did have a plate of store-bought chocolate chip cookies out, in case anyone wandered in. It was only fair to offer food, right?

[ooc: Open, come play with me?]
wantstodirect: (Interested in B&W)
[personal profile] wantstodirect
Tony had a couple of pizzas and some bottles of pop out to celebrate the return of Darkest Night. He settled down on the couch to watch the vampire detective Raymond Dark and his eyes and ears in the daylight, James Taylor Grant, battle a cursed pie shop.

[Open!]
bitten_notshy: ([neu] b+w casual)
[personal profile] bitten_notshy
The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer [livejournal.com profile] fratboybitch and [livejournal.com profile] guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. Minimal OCD on its way is up; I say we party!]
trigons_child: (Soul-Self flying)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven found autumn fascinating. Azarath didn't have seasons; therefore the changing colors of the leaves was truly a new experience. So after class she headed up to her favorite spot on the roof and sat cross-legged in the sunlight, eyes closed as she sent her Soul-Self soaring over the Preserve. While her Soul-Self soaked in the reds and golds and oranges of the trees, she thought about Lady Ghanima's class and how she had said to spend the rest of the day contemplating being a better person. Her checklist was slightly different than the rituals they'd discussed that morning. Pay attention in class and please her teachers. Use her gifts to help any who needed healing. Stop occasionally wanting to kill Max, and heal the damage that was done in the other Fandom. Not become her father's servant and help him open gateways to other worlds so they could be conquered or laid waste.

Yeah, that last one was a big one.


[I am desperately trying NOT to fall asleep at work, so Raven is highly interruptable. :) ]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley was enjoying herself a little too much, this evening. Which really wasn't a dent in how much she'd enjoyed last night.

But for now, she was having fun making a big ice cream sundae, with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, nuts, and lots and lots of sprinkles.

She liked sprinkles.

Then, she sat down to see what was on TV. She still was utterly fascinated by how many channels there were.

[ooc: The common room is open, and there is plenty of sundae fixings for all]
glacial_queen: (Naughty Thoughts)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. Hold for OOC is up!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
Hoshi had a craving for something sweet, and there was a recipe she wanted to test out. While tackling a easy recipe was no big problem for her, she figured she should put it to the test before writing her column for this week.

But when she got to the part where she had to slice the bananas, Hoshi had a weird flashback to her class earlier in the day. "Yeah," said Hoshi, giving a weird look to the banana in her hand. "Maybe I should have just stuck with plain old vanilla pudding."

[Open like an open kitchen!]
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[personal profile] living_endless
For the most part, Didi liked being mortal. She loved food, she enjoyed sleep, and if there were things that were a little less enjoyable, the good parts of her life made up for it.

Then she woke up with a raging headache and a grinding cramp in her lower stomach. A few minutes later, she was in the girls' room, resting the back of her head against the cool tile as she tried to decode the instruction sheet from a box of tampons. It shouldn't have seemed nearly as complicated as it did, but, then, Didi had never exactly had to deal with this first-hand.

As soon as she'd sorted it all out, Didi vowed, she was going to eat her weight in Doritos. That might be enough to let her be her usual philosophical self about this.

[OOC: Open to girls and very brave boys who don't mind screeching. Squirrels, uh ... be discreet?]
[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com
Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]
[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com
Pretty much the best part of this week was that it was it was over.  Also that there had been teddy bear samurai/ninha fighting in History today  That was awesome.

Beyond that?  Total loss of a week, and Rose was watching it go out to the backdrop of a Project Runway marathon.  

...not that she was interested in the show of course.  Just that there wasn't anything else on.  Really.

[*mods the teevee omg as my sad lack of cable means I'm watching yesterday's ep today*]

[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley was lying down on a couch, poking at the TV remote. She wasn't finding anything that was interesting at all. She switched the TV off and sighed.

"Bored bored bored," she said.

She grabbed a gossip magazine from the table and started to flip through it.

"I don't even know who any of these people are!" she said, before throwing the magazine across the room.

She was getting restless. Restless and angry.

[ooc: Open to anyone and everyone.]

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