glacial_queen: (Made Up)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party sadly. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. Please hold for OCD up!]
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] svetocha-blooms.livejournal.com
Dru had been off island most of Saturday thanks to an unexpected phone call. She knew she'd missed the picnic and if the paperwork she'd gotten was correct, she'd also missed meeting the little sibling she'd somehow been assigned. For the moment though, Dru didn't care. She was tired, cranky, and hungry.

Tired would be dealt with later when she finally crashed.

Cranky...that was going to take a few days, if not longer.

Hungry, that was what the pot of spaghetti was for.

There was even enough to share if anyone happened to wander through.
[identity profile] 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!]
[identity profile] shyest-eyes.livejournal.com
The roof, and the open air, was peaceful as Hinata slipped over to sit on the edge of the roof and just… enjoy the day.

There were things to be done, of course, but there were always things to be done and a little while to indulge in nothing more than fresh air and her thoughts would harm absolutely no one. Not even herself though she had to banish the thoughts of what her father would say of the sloth Fandom had induced in her.

She had a book with her, Hinata nearly always did, but for the moment... well, just watching over the roof and the area below was enough for her.

[Open roof, yes yes!]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
Joan hadn't been terribly surprised to be woken up by a child this morning. She was kind of glad it was a child she recognized, even though she was mildly disappointed that she didn't seem to have a future child with her boyfriend.

Then again, she was grateful it wasn't the kid with the wings to give her tiny heart attacks all weekend.

Jared was starving so she led him down to the common room and started making pancakes, figuring there might be other folks in a similar situation.



[open to all!]
trigons_child: (Interested)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Tonight was a very important night. All thoughts of the weekend and issues with her father and anything else had been forgotten. Raven was in the common room with the TV on, and woe be to anyone who tried to change the channel.

Yes, that's right, Rumor Gal was back.
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
After coming up with the idea last night, Hoshi had been busy all day trying to pull everything together. To emphasize that this was not a Valentine's celebration, there were no hearts. Instead, as a nod to Chinese New Year, Hoshi had decorated with paper lanterns. In the kitchen, there was plenty moddable food from Ching Tai, desserts from J,GOB, and even ice cream from Chilly Boulder in the freezer if anyone wanted it.

The dance floor was ready for use. Hoshi had carefully picked a selection of music that was not sappy or mushy at all. However, she suspected she would be spending more time in the ball pit than the dance floor.

Welcome the the Anti-Valentine's Day Party. No date? No problem!

[Open to all, whether or not you have a date! Please wait for the OCD is good to go!]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
In a shocking change of pace, Sookie made her way out to the common room in the evening due to some rumblings in her own tummy, and poked through the fridge to see what she could put together.

In the end, in an actually shocking change of pace, she took the lazy girl's way out, and ordered Chinese. And since she was hungry, she ordered way, way too much food -- that was always the problem with ordering out. Everything always sounded amazing.

So, Sookie was curled up in front of the TV within moments, channel-surfing and picking at a plate of food from Ching Tai. She didn't even feel guilty about not cooking for once. Everyone was allowed a day off.

[oooopen!]
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.]
[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com
Since there were people watching scary movies in his common room, Hurley ventured down a floor and started baking cookies.

He'd cheated and was using dough out of a tube, but still. He didn't even have the TV on, leaving it to whoever came in to choose to do so.

Instead, Hurley was baking, humming to himself and... sneaking bites of the leftover dough.

Om nom nom, cookie dough.

[ooc: Opeeeeeen!]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[Wait for the OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]
[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!]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Clearly, someone getting his old job back at the diner had been cause for inspiration, as Cal was in the kitchen of the fourth floor common room, flipping burgers. Not just any burgers. Awesome feta cheese burgers.

The fact that the new Rumor Girl was on the TV and he was paying more attention to the TV than the burgers was merely coincidence.

Really.


[[ holy crap, I almost forgot and got home just in time, huzzah. Open common room is open. And common, as I almost typed instead of open. But SP warning. As I am lamesauce. ]]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
It had certainly been an interesting day so far. Joan decided it was very likely to be an interesting evening as well, so she headed out to the firepit in front of her cabin once the sun went down. She got a fire going and leaned back on a log, waiting for more people to join her.



[hold for ocd plz OCD up! Please read the ooc note!]
not_in_the_book: (Emo: OMGYAY)
[personal profile] not_in_the_book
There were lots of delicious smells coming from the fifth floor common room, for Ronan, faced with hosting a potluck, had decided that he couldn't but go overboard with his own dishes: a chicken curry, thick, with lots of vegetables, and pot of vegetarian chili for those who preferred their food... not made of meat.

Ronan didn't quite understand the concept, but he liked vegetables anyway, so it all worked out.

There was a small sign posted on the door, announcing: "Ronan's Birthday Potluck! All Welcome."

[Please to be waiting for OCD is up!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
Hoshi was exceptionally cranky today after Jack had decided to poke at some of her issues yesterday. By afternoon, she decided that sitting around her room and working on translations wasn't helping her mood as usual. So her next move was the gym to do some yoga postures with the hopes that they would clear her mind. If that didn't work, she was going to try the punching bag.

[Open for all your gym needs!]
[identity profile] 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?]
[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
It had been a really intense day of brooding, moping, ruminating in languages she didn't know, and mentally narrating on things she wished she couldn't see through people's windows across the island.

And Razormouth had had enough for today. If only she could remember; it was like chunks of her memory were missing or something. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe she was really home sleeping in a warm bed. There was really only one way to find out.

She stood slowly, blonde hair whipping out behind her in a conveniently directed breeze, cutting a very emotastic and imposing figure for the equivalent of a full-page panel's worth of time.

Then dove off the roof, gracefully, like a swan.

"Crap! That's what I was afraid of! I CAN'T FLY!"

She fell. And fell. Well, at least it looked dramatic.

"LOOK OUT BELOW! HEADACHE!!!!!"

At least the crash looked pretty spectacular. She'd be fine -- superheroes like her were built to survive falls like this -- but she hadn't been kidding about the headache. Nice little crater she was stuck in now, too.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to react from any point where you might have seen the dive. Dialogue again stolen from "When Worlds Collide." Also I'd just like to note that I almost turned Chewie into a Wookiee for the weekend.]
lovemykilt: (open mouthed grin)
[personal profile] lovemykilt
You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Given that it was far too cold for her to venture outside tonight, Sookie had curled up on the couch and turned on the television.

Unfortunately for anyone who might have wanted to watch anything else, she discovered a VH1 marathon of I Love the New Millenium.

Sure, she was still off a year, but she'd be spending the evening catching up on what she'd missed since 1999. At some point she grabbed herself some ice cream. Just because it was cold outside didn't mean anything. So there.

[we have like 6-8 inches of snow so I got sent home eeeeeearly! entertain meeeee]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
"Sometimes protecting yourself means more than just knowing how to knock out an attacker," said Hoshi. "We've already talked about having a plan in case you're attacked. But what do you do if you're in a burning building? Do you know the fastest way to get out? Do you get out, or do you go find your friends first?"

Hoshi passed out some information packets before continuing. It was worth noting that there was lots of reading material. She may have gone a little overboard. "So I've been reading stuff about how people behave during a disaster, and unfortunately, a lot of people tend to freeze up during in an emergency because that's their first instinct. Their next response to is communicate with others around them or go looking for others. There's even cases when people go back to the bar for another drink before getting out of a burning restaurant. Unfortunately, that means most people lose valuable time when they could be getting to safety. Today, we're going to share our experiences on surviving disasters and work on creating escape plans for when the unthinkable happens. Oh, and the punching bags are still set up, if any of you guys still want to work out."
ashockingbitch: (Jenny possibly stoned)
[personal profile] ashockingbitch
Jenny had eventually dragged herself up from her most recent hangover and staggered to the restroom, intent on brushing her teeth to rid her mouth of the taste of old cigarettes and gin, aka 'death.'

Then she had discovered the tap was running with caramel hot cocoa.

Anyone entering the girls' room would find Jenny Sparks attempting to fit her entire head in the sink.

((Open! To, you know, girls. And guys who don't mind getting screamed at, I suppose...))
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
"I figured we could use some activity after eating all that turkey over the weekend," said Hoshi, passing out a handout on taekwondo stances. "Today, we'll be working more with taekwondo, a form of martial arts that is derived from Korea, as opposed to the Japanese karate. We'll start with the stances on the handout, and if you're feeling more adventurous, try a couple of the kicks."
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
"Today we're going to work on an exercise that improves your balance and footwork," said Hoshi with a sly smile. "We're going to be playing hopscotch. This is a game that started out in the Roman empire as a training exercise for soldiers. They would run the course in full body armor. I'm not sure how well it works as training, but I figured we could all use some fun today."

[Please wait for the OCD.]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
"Sometimes staying safe means that you have be aware of your surroundings," said Hoshi. "It's easy to get distracted by talking on the phone or text messaging when you're walking around on your own. In a sense, it feels safer because you're connected to someone else. The problem is that you miss the all the other signs that may otherwise tell you to beware. Today we're going to practice being silent and aware. Pair up with someone else, watch them silently, and try to figure out what's going through their mind."

She paused for a moment before adding, "Of course, if the silence is too much for you, there's still the punching bags."
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
Today, Hoshi made sure that there were plenty of soft, cushy mats all over the gym for the activity she had planned. "Welcome back, everyone," said Hoshi. "Instead of working on offensive moves, today we're going to do more defensive moves. Back home, I used to study aikido, which is a form of martial arts that doesn't use a lot of kicks and hand strikes. The idea is use your opponents force to throw him or her to the ground. Your objective is to get control of the situation, not to hurt your opponent."

After warm-ups, Hoshi demonstrated a couple of forward and backward rolls. "I want you guys to pair up with someone else before practicing these moves," she said. "You should both take turns at attacking and defending. Oh, and if you're doing any of the moves that require falling, make sure you're working on a mat."
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
The punching bags were back, and Hoshi was already taking a few punches at one as she waited for everyone else. "Welcome back. I hope you guys had a better weekend than I did," said Hoshi with a frown.

"The best way to stay safe is to avoid situations where you might run into trouble, like areas with poor lighting or trying to walk home after dark by yourselves. And, for goodness sake, when the island gets invaded, you're better off staying in your safe location than taking a chance on the streets," said Hoshi, making eye contact with everyone in turn.

"That said, if you do run into trouble, you should aim to disable your opponent by striking certain points on the body, which are listed on the handout that I'll pass around," she continued. "Keep in mind that this should only be for self-defense. You shouldn't go around hitting people. We don't have any dummies to practice on today, so we'll be using the punching bags instead."
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of completely moddable party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now... Party on!]]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
Hoshi waited until everyone got to the gym before she began speaking. "Before we get to actual fighting, I wanted to cover some basics first. There's not a lot of time to think when something attacks you, so it helps to have a plan worked out in advance," she said. "Today, we're going to identify some common areas where people might run into trouble, like the abandoned warehouse district, and how you can be prepared if something attacks you there."
gobrookeyourself: (clothes over bro's)
[personal profile] gobrookeyourself
Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of moddable snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.


[Open to everyone, though wait for the OCD or I will find you. and OCD is up! Go play!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
After a handwaved discussion with Tony, it had been decided to move the bake sale to the dorm lobby instead of the theater since someone had used all of Hoshi's poster-making supplies to decorate her dorm room with magazine pictures over the weekend.

She managed to get the tables set up without problems and started putting out the cookies she'd baked last night as well as other baked goods that had been donated.

Above the tables was a sign.

Bake Sale Today!
Support the arts and your local theater.


[Open!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
After rehearsals, Hoshi had commandeered the kitchen area of the fourth floor common room to bake cookies. There were numerous baking sheets lined lemony sugar cookie monsters, some already baked, others waiting to go into the oven.

Granted, some of them were bound to get eaten before even making it to the bake sale tomorrow, which is why Hoshi made plenty extra. It didn't hurt to a few samples if it meant people came to buy more tomorrow.

[Open, with cookies!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

Hoshi waited until everyone was there before she got up to make an introduction. "Hi guys. Welcome to the first meeting of the Self-Defense Club. My name is Hoshi Sato. I started this club because in the past year, I've been attacked by a vampire and had to fight off a vicious monkey that tried to abduct my friend. We'll do some introductions first, because I want to get an idea of what kind of self-defense skills you want to learn. Then, if you've had a weird weekend like I did, you can take your frustrations out on a punching bag."

[Please wait for the OCD is up!]

[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
With Liir's help, the common room was transformed into a vivid party room. Purple streamers were hung, balloons in every color were tied around, some left loose to pop or kick like some people liked to do (not her, geeze), and HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO! was everywhere.

Music was going and Amber was adding finishing touches to the gift table; little shiny curly things in purple everywhere. Hopefully Ino liked purple. While she was doing that, Liir was busy in the kitchen, getting the food in order and her mouth was watering just smelling some of what he had cooked.

Yay, party!

[Liir lovingly modded with permission and up early for timezone goodness, woot! Please wait for OCD is up!]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
The temptation to skip his workout today had been strong in Cal, especially since he'd been up fairly early for a Sunday in an effort to put together something for that gallery exhibit. But he knew that skipping it wouldn't do him any good and, by the time afternoon rolled around, he was actually kind of missing it. So he came in, stretched out, and started hitting the weights.

Not literally. Because that would hurt.

[[ open gym is open! ]]
[identity profile] time-flyer-5.livejournal.com
Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
After an enjoyable morning filled with apples and s'mores, Hannibal was sprawled on one of the couches in the common room. He wasn't licking himself (he knew what he tasted like and it looked weird to do it too much).

No, he was watching something on television and wondering if anyone else was weirdly affected by this whole thing.

Or maybe enjoyably affected. He hoped so, at least.

[Oh so open! Yes, yes.]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Just because Chuck hated making food for himself, it didn't mean that he couldn't do it when times were desperate. S'mores were a meal, right? They better be because Chuck didn't really have the equipment or the will power to try to make anything else. He jacked the ingredients to make them from his cabin's kitchen and headed down to the main campfire since, from what he had seen, it always seemed to be lit. Chuck couldn't start a fire on his own unless you were talking about flipping switch on the fireplace.

Chuck laid down a blanket on a log (as if he was going to get his pants dirty) and sat down. He took a couple moments to light a joint he rolled before shoving a marshmallow on a stick and sticking it in the fire. He could so totally survive in the woods on his own. He just hoped he'd never have to.

[Open campfire is open]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Deciding he'd have enough of being cooped up in his alcove, Hannibal found his way out to the main campfire. Once he'd gotten a good fire going, he took a seat against one of the logs and kept a hand loosely on the bug spray he'd brought with him.

The fire seemed to do a pretty good job of keeping the creeping insects away but he was armed and dangerous if they decided to be brave little bugs and sacrifice themselves for the cause.

He had a very plain looking bottle in his other hand but wasn't drinking it just yet.

[Oooooooopen, yes. It's boring here tonight. Also, [livejournal.com profile] senor_chado pointed this out so now I must say, lookit the Cookie Monster stalking Ryan Reynolds in the icon!]
[identity profile] shyest-eyes.livejournal.com
Hinata was in a rather quiet, but somewhat bad mood thanks to class that morning. She’d handwavily spent a good while in the Preserve practicing her katas and letting that soothe her mind enough to relax a bit.

It had helped.

She wasn’t so sure now, though, that attempting to work on a report to her father was a good idea. Nonetheless, it would get done. Hinata would never be late with a report. She'd never dare.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she glanced back down at the partially unfurled scroll in her lap and tucked a bit of hair behind one ear. Sulking about never did anything for anyone, Hinata knew. She’d just have to work though it.

[Open as a roof is, yes.]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah arrived at the gym after classes and started pulling out mats for practice. Once everything on the floor was set up just so, she turned her attention to putting up the tables. One table had the radio and sign in sheet, the other had the usual mixtures of fruits and drinks for refreshments

She had a clipboard of things she wanted to bring up to the squad. The fashion show in the Spring had been so successful that she thought they should start brainstorming for another Cheerleader sponsored event.


[[OOC: Now in the right place. *facepalm*]]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all once as the OCD is up!
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
One day, perhaps, Viki would discover that the common rooms were really better left alone than have them suffer through her curiosity.

Today, however, was not that day and she bumbled in, ignoring the Box of Illusions, and much more interested tonight in the kitchen bit. It was late, she was hungry, and… Viki came very quickly to the conclusion that she didn’t recognize most of the appliances beyond the simple ones like ‘stove’ and ‘fridge’.

It was the blender that caught her eye the most though. Not that she knew that it was called that, but Viki (with some fumbling) managed to plug it into the wires-that-came-from-trees, and after that it was a simple matter of pushing at buttons before it whirred to life.

Green eyes bright with excitement—what was it, what did it do, was this another Illusion Box of a different sort?—she peered in at the empty blender and began attempting to figure out the settings. How did it work? Why? What purpose did it serve other than to make rather unfortunate noises?

Eventually she might even figure out that food went in it. Eventually. Unless there was a dreadful accident first. She took the lid off the blender and peeked down at the blades whirring. How fascinating!

And the whirring continued. She'd be here a while.

[Open!]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
Hoshi had a spread of Japanese dishes in the common room, including beef teriyaki, various types of sushi and lots of little pink rice cakes. There was also a delicious-looking cake. What Hoshi didn't bother with were any sort of decorations. It would be hard to tell that this was all for her birthday.

[Open to all! Minor OCD coming is up.]
[identity profile] laidanegg.livejournal.com
Sure it was cold outside due to the whole Antarctica thing. But the joy of climate controlled dorms was that Dick could put on shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and drag a patio umbrella along with some beach chairs (don't ask where he got them) into the common room to pretend it was still nice and warm.

He was also drinking soda out of a coconut-shaped mug. He was committed to the lie.

[OOC: Open. Especially open if you have a limbo stick.]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Last week was an awful week, for many things, but, most importantly, for Cal's workout. He barely managed to get anything in that respect done so, that morning, despite the urge to just crawl right back into the bed because he could have sworn he saw glaciers in the distance when he looked out his window, he headed down to the gym to break the small sway of laziness that had overtaken him. A good deal of stretching and a small run on the treadmill before he went to his precious weight routines, intending to stay at them for a good long while, especially since, this week, he wouldn't have to stop to get to his workshop.


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[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
When Cal returned to the cabin after having spent all day inside at work, he realized that he wasn't really feeling up to just killing more time in his alcove. He considered hitting up the gym, but his body made a surprisingly loud argument for something so silent, and that settled it, then. He stepped outside, set up a fire, and had himself a seat, lighting up a cigarette and taking slow drags from it. He stared into the fire, contemplating the standstill he was reaching in this endeavor. Step out for fresh air, and then pollute it straight away.

Ah, well.

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[identity profile] lovelylana.livejournal.com
Lana decided to venture out to the main campfire tonight. She'd brought the fixings for s'mores and was happy to spend the night toasting marshmallows and watching the stars. Though she'd certainly prefer not doing it alone.

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