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elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen needed to get out of her room. Two finals down and two to go left her feeling studied out. She'd ordered pizza, planning to get an extra couple in case people showed up, but there'd been some sort of mix-up and she'd ended up with an amazing amount of pizza, along with breadsticks and wings and some sort of dessert-type stuff.

She loaded up a plate and curled up on the couch. One of the channels was doing a mini-marathon of a crime procedural - the one with the gorgeous black man - so she settled in to eat and watch.

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was feeling particularly lazy today so she was stretched out on one of the couches with a book and the TV on in the background. She'd stopped and picked up a variety of junk food after her food appreciation class today - twinkies and other hostess cakes featured prominently. There was more than enough for anyone who might happen to stop by.

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley hadn't done a whole lot of camping back at his old school. And while he'd visited a few campfires since his arrival at Fandom, it was still pretty new to him. Which was why he could find himself seated at the main campfire on Sunday, enjoying the fire quietly while his favorite book turned into a stuffy old English man lectured him on the various types of demons known to enjoy campfires.

He did have food, more in case anyone else showed up than for himself. Except for the graham crackers. Those were totally his and he wasn't going to share. But everything else, though. He'd share.

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had woken up this morning with the dice rattling in his head (never a good sign), so he wandered down to the common room with his new yearbook, flipping through the pages as he sipped on a mug of tea.

"Danced with her, kissed her, kissed her, kissed her..."

Mat had discovered a new purpose for the yearbook, yes.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: headachey

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen took Kianah to the common room where the wee one would have a bit more room to run around like the 3 inch tall crazy fennec fox she was. It was amusing to watch her dash around, investigating everything and then periodically throw herself to the ground and rest before jumping up and dashing around again.

The TV was on, but Helen honestly wasn't paying much attention to it and wouldn't care if someone wanted to change it to something else.

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(~~wait for OCD plz!~~ ocd up!)

Current Mood: working

intraspective

Really, she ought to be asleep despite the ridiculously early hour. A weekend spent with little sleep and using loads of energy meant by all rights that she should be dead to the world at the moment. Ino had spent about an hour after her last class staring up at the ceiling before giving that idea up for a lost cause and wandered out to the common room to see what she could find that was entertaining enough to keep her from getting bored.

Normally Ino wasn't much of one for movies, but poking around turned up The Continuous Tale and it looked interesting enough for her to stare at while she tried to convince herself to unwind enough to actually sleep. Score!

That decided on, she made popcorn (because if she was going to do this movie thing, she was going to do it right) and curled up on the couch, hitting play. And, okay, maybe snuggle into a blanket as well. That counted as part of the whole movie thing, right? Right?

It totally did. She could even be convinced to share, if asked nicely.

[Ooopen as a common room is, yes!]

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!]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

Yesterday a promise was made to bake cookies.

Which was why Claire had gone shopping and was currently in the common room, mixing up the dough to bake some double chocolate chip cookies. She left a voicemail for Jool and figured that other people would probably wander by when they smelled something baking.

[open common room!]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

[[Open for all!]]

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. ]]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was tired of being in her room so she made her way down to the common room. She flipped on the TV and watched with some dismay and confusion part of a show where people were yelling and threatening and weeping about the paternity of their children. While it was a bit fascinating in the way that some sort of natural diaster was, she couldn't stand to watch it for long. She did finally find a marathon of a cooking competition show and decided that would be a better choice for her.

And, while she was watching about cooking, why not do some of her own and make an early lunch. Maybe something warm and comforting like that lasagna thing she'd tried once. Yes, that sounded good, so she started pulling out ingredients and got to work.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had nothing to do on Wednesdays, which meant that he slept in until it was borderline criminal (and the yellow paint on the walls of his room gave him a headache), then poked around looking for something to entertain him.

Today he had settled on tossing dice in the third floor common room and hoping someone would come along who could cook for him. The burnt remains of what had been a package of bacon in the trash can--and the smoke in the room--would let people know how Mat's first attempt at fending for himself had worked out.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Go To Sea No More - The Dubliners

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer Walters was not an expert baker.

That would be why she had given up on actually attempting to bake cookies, and was just eating the cookie dough raw and watching her favorite movie, Beautiful in Blush.

She'd share the dough, though. She'd feel such a pig if she ate it all herself. Not that she wouldn't just burn all the calories next time she changed into the She-Hulk.

[ooc: Open!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

The sun had set, and darkness was falling, but Rose didn't want to go up to her room. She also couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was going to come out of the trees, and that it wasn't safe to stay outside without a weapon or a patrol.

Which was the reason that Rose sat down in one of the chairs, trying not to think about anything other than fun way she'd spent the afternoon and playing with her phone until it was late enough to text Lissa. She wasn't going to let some stupid ~~fear~~ worry about a world that wasn't hers drive her inside before she was good and ready to go, dammit.

[Not having a roof on the deck, it seems to be open!]

intraspective

Ino was cooking.

Which she didn't do often, admittedly, but she wasn't bad at. It just wasn't all that fun for her. And, alright, it was a pretty basic meal of fried chicken and rice, but that was a lot more effort than she usually put into it and Ino knew it was mostly because she was rather bored and hoping vaguely that food would draw people out.

It was really weird, how everyone ever was, like, so sleepy. Because, seriously, she was just the same as usual. Weird. Ino flicked the TV on, setting it to a music channel, and sang along snatches of lyrics as she chopped up vegetables.

[Open, naturally!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was quite pleased with her day, all things considered. Teasing Edward and being told by Loki that she could refuse to answer a teacher's question had provided her with amusement and given her a good deal to think about.

She'd started a fire and was toasting marshmallows for s'mores as she considered what the next day might bring.

[ooc: Open as campfires tend to be!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was tired of sitting in her room studying, so she'd made her way to the common room and had stuck in a random movie from a selection she'd found there. She'd been a little surprised to find it was in black and white as she'd only seen such things in color, but shortly the silliness of the movie had caught her attention.

Someone walking by might even catch her laughing.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

When you spend several long (but very, very good) days in your (or someone else's) dorm room, you almost got the urge to go outside and make sure the sun was still there. So, that's what Alex was doing. It was warm but not mind numbingly hot and the sun was coming and going between clouds.

He was pleasantly tired and content with nursing a bottle of water (yes, water) and smoking every so often. And hey, at least he could remember the past several days. He'd had weeks where he couldn't remember much at all before. This was an improvement.

Alex was actually having a good few days. That was a surprise to him most of all.

[couldn't let the nice weather pass without a deck post! open as they are!]

Current Mood: relaxed

glacial_queen

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

"Listen up, people!" Triela called loudly as soon as she felt enough people had arrived. "I've got a quick announcement and then you can get on with your shooting."

She looked around, smiling slightly to herself. "Considering how well the laser tag field trip went, Captain Algren and I have decided to put together another one. Next Monday we'll be going back to the mall, but this time with paint ball guns. Just like last time, everyone is welcome, so feel free to invite anyone you know to join us. And just like last time the club will provide you with the equipment you need."

"And now you can get back to what you were doing."

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

He didn't need another night at Caritas, he didn't want to spend it sulking in his room and he was feeling way too tired to actually go off island to find some fun. So, there he was, sprawled in a chair with some mindless movie on, steadfastly trying not to think about marriages, his own stunted emotions, people hitting him and everything in between.

He needed to stop feeling sorry for himself because only stupid idiotic soap opera characters did that. Of course, stupid idiotic soap opera characters seemed to always get the happy ending (even if they had to die fifty times first) so maybe he needed to keep feeling sorry for himself.

"I'm such a fucking girl," he muttered and shook his head.

[Open CR, open post, open!]

Current Mood: apathetic

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

The unexpected trip back to Rome last week had, surprisingly, put Triela in quite a good mood for club. Being around Hilshire was stressful, as always, but it'd been good to see the other girls and there was a nice sense of purpose that the conditioning brought with being at the Agency.

And she'd gotten to go on a mission. It had been easy, of course, but it was nice to shoot outside the context of club.

Which was why she had her pistol broken down and was cleaning it carefully as people started to arrive.

lovemykilt

Priestly had been all set to go out and walk around and generally be fairly broody over the whole Amber-turning-out-to-have-an-exclusive-boyfriend-who-turned-into-brownies thing. He had the whole look -- jacket, hands shoved in pockets, downturned look, hunched shoulders -- and he strode out through the lobby and out the front door with great purpose.

And immediately turned around and came back in because jacket or no, it was freaking cold out there!

Which would be why he was now sitting on the stairs between the lobby and the second floor, brooding. It wasn't quite as atmospheric, but it would do.

[ooc: Dude, it's a stairwell. Totally open.]

momslilassassin

Ben had ~~hidden~~ spent yesterday in his room, which was why he had his head in the fridge now on the search for something to eat.

He'd come up with a cranberry sauce and pickle sandwich.

Someone save him from himself.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: If I Didn't Have You - Amanda Marshall

therhimineecat.livejournal.com

The last week or so had been considerably less than fun for Seregil. At first he thought someone might have cursed him, but he finally came to the conclusion he just had come down with a incredibly terrible case of the flu. He was finally on the mend though and felt strong enough to venture out of his bed.

So here he was relaxing on the sofa watching that show of Tyra's, just glad to be somewhere other than his room.

[ooc: open!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir could not stay in his room this morning.

Liir... had to do something normal, something mundane, something hot and greasy and familiar, and that was why he was in the common room kitchen doing a massive fry up for anyone who thought it worth the effort to creep out of their room.

Anyone who started conversations with anything other than 'this weekend' also got a brownie.

[open and free food for all!][...and considering this weekend, his icon (and where it comes from) is FAR TOO AMUSING FOR WORDS right now]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

How boring.

He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.

Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...

Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.

Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.

"...idiots."

[open like an open thing]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was bored. Again. This whole 'relaxing' thing apparently was far harder than certain people made it sound. So she'd decided to amuse herself by cooking dinner and being a bit overenthusiastic about having something to do had probably made enough lasagna to feed half the school.

The smell of the garlic bread was making it hard to wait for the lasagna to finish baking, so she was contemplating the merits of making some sort of dessert to go with it.

The TV was on in the background, but she wasn't paying much attention to it.

[Open as common rooms are. Food's fair game for anyone!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

There wasn't much to do in his room. Weekends were nice but they could be kind of boring if he left himself think about it. So, he'd gamely foregone another nap to come down to the common room and prop himself up on one of the chairs.

If he was gonna be bored, he could do it where there was some form of entertainment. There was television, potato chips and that was all he really needed to cure some of his boredom.

[Open CR, of course!]

Current Mood: bored

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen thought this was too interesting a situation to just let pass. When else would she have the opportunity to see what it was like being male?

So she ~~handwavily~~ put up a few signs for an impromptu get-together in the 5th Floor Common Room, picked up a ton of drinks and munchies and hoped that some people would show up who might be interested in doing some... experimenting... later.

[Open, of course.]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was sprawled out on one of the couches preparing to watch that show about the women getting their pictures taken in bizarre outfits and stranger locations. She couldn't quite understand their driving need to do this, but had to admit that the show was rather intriguing. Even if much of the time it was in that odd way one is drawn to watch a terrible calamity.

She had popcorn and various other things to nibble on - more than enough were there others who wished to watch as well.

[Open, of course!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was bored. Bored, bored, bored. As annoying as the priests and the constant studying had been, at least it had taken up almost every minute of her time. Here? Well, she found she had far too much time on her hands and somehow had become far too shy, surprisingly, to go looking for any one who might alleviate some of that boredom.

So instead she was sprawled on a couch in the common room, grumpily watching some show where people tracked down killers. Though, she had to admit the older man was rather attractive.

[Open as common rooms are!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen decided to take advantage of the sun and relax out on the deck. She had another of the romance books she'd gotten at the bookstore - a more 'modern' one this time - and was stretched out on her stomach reading while she tanned.

[OOC: Open as decks are!]

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!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal wouldn't miss the cabins much. Sure, they were fine for that rustic, I'm a Boy Scout kinda vibe but he liked the privacy of the dorms and he loved this deck. That's why, as soon as he was moved, he was back out on the deck, sprawled in a chair and enjoying the warm but not hot weather.

He kind of missed all the foreign locales they'd been to but this place wasn't bad. It was different, if anything. Good way not to get restless and it wasn't landlocked, either.

Hannibal quietly wished for a few things that would make this day even better and then hoped his wishes would come true.

[Ooooopen!]

Current Mood: good

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was feeling a bit disgruntled and rather homesick after her trip with the Doctor today. She'd also decided to try this s'mores thing and had marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers. Getting a fire going was no problem, but now she wasn't quite certain how to manage the heating up of the ingredients.

It was rather frustrating.

[Open as campfires are!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was getting real tired of this whole cabin thing and was counting down the days until they moved back to the dorms. He wasn't the outdoorsy type but even sitting out here with the dirt and the bugs and the nature was better than sitting in that cabin with all those people in close quarters.

He was sitting on a blanket-covered log, roasting marshmallows in one hand and catching up on Gossip Girl with his phone in the other.

[I have my internet back early. You will now entertain me]

Current Mood: bored

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was out by the campfire staring into the flames. She was glad she wasn't getting lost any time she stepped more than three feet from the cabin, but she'd actually rather enjoyed the fog.

[Open!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was in her glories! She was seated out at the campfire, gathering as many of the spiders and the creepy-crawlies that were in range to her so that she could check them all out. This meant that her lower half was mostly covered with the things trying to get close to her, while she held several of the others lovingly to examine them.

[Open!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After hearing the radio broadcast the night before, Dean had headed over to the seniors cabin and had found Meg the barbie doll just as the radio had said. And unlike his own stint as a doll, she didn't seem capable of independent movement so he felt it behooved him to keep her safe when she couldn't do it herself.

And since it seemed somehow rude to leave her alone in his alcove which explained why he was out here sitting by the fire with various campfire junkfood on one side and Meg the barbie doll sitting on the log beside him on the other.

"So," he said as it fell on him to carry the conversation since she couldn't talk. "Fandom sure is weird isn't it?"

[ooc: open as campfires are.]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen wasn't happy about the move into the cabins.

What a surprise.

At least Seregil and Lee were assigned to her cabin. That was something anyway.

To amuse herself she began to collect spiders in her area. What? It cheered her up. That had to be a good thing, right?

[Open!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was in a particularly good mood after her Escape Artistry class. She'd made up far more chicken and rice than she could ever eat and now was busily making notes of all the different creatures she'd shown an ability to control.

This was probably the happiest anyone was likely to see her.

[Open with plenty of food for all!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen had a whole selection of fashion magazines spread out in front of her and was currently boggling at them. Surely people didn't really wear things like this. And this. Or well... this insane thing.

[Open as common rooms are.]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Sterilizing lab equipment? Helen rolled her eyes as she waited for Rodney to arrive. She couldn't believe she'd spent last night sterilizing his lab equipment. While he looked on and offered 'helpful' advice.

But this was it, this was the last day and since she'd cooked for him during the Day of Citrusy Death she just had today's run and whatever his last boon was. And Ronon had made her his TA. That alone was enough to have her smiling as she waited.

[Open as gyms are!]

likethegun

Ever since the whole wardrobe-turning-to-pirate-clothes thing, Sam had been a little nervous and careful every time he opened his closet. So, when he'd gone to get dressed in the morning and found his closet full of oranges, he was able to back away quickly enough to keep from getting pummeled too badly.

Not wanting to put good fruit to waste, and certainly not wanting it all to stay in the room, Sam headed out to the deck after his first period class with Scout, a book, and a basket of the oranges. He set the basket beside himself as he sat down and started reading, and kept an eye on Scout as he took advantage of the new location and stretched out in a warm, sunny spot.

[Open!]

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