fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with hurley reyes

Fear, Fandom, fear. For Bobby had had not one, but two caffeinated beverages this afternoon. Which would explain why he was not so much sitting in the common room as bouncing around it, flipping through channels, then checking the fridge, then back to the couch, then back to the fridge, as if its contents would have magically changed in the five minutes since he last checked.

[ooc: mmm, procrastination! open.]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley wasn't really throwing a 'party', per se. If it was a party, it'd be a 'let's stay inside and away from the creepy monsters' party. But really, it was just Hurley making waffles in the fifth floor common room, with the TV showing some roller derby movie.

He'd happily give waffles to anyone. Waffles were best shared, after all. And on a week like this... everybody deserved something nice. Waffles were what Hurley had to give, that night.

[ooc: Open!]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley had the TV on to some random ~~moddable~~ channel, but he was more occupied in the kitchen. He was baking.

And in fact, he was done baking, as he pulled the cake out of the oven and set it on the stove so that he could get ready to ice it.

"Mmmm, cake," he said, to no one in particular.

[ooc: Very open, yes this entire post was inspired by that video.]

longislandiceme

True to what he'd said last night, Bobby was spending tonight doing much the same thing: that is, hanging out in a common room with a bag full of chocolate, aimlessly flipping through channels and hoping people would stop by and be entertaining.

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.

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Rumor Gal

heromaniac

As soon as it was dark, Blossom was on the roof.

Yes, she knew now that it wasn't her Fandom, and there weren't any vampires out there to save people from, but habits were hard to break. Plus she wanted to be... just... somewhere she was supposed to be. So, here she was, on roof patrol, staring out at a Fandom she never knew.

She didn't really feel a need to help the town or the island. It was always the people she'd worried about. And they were all back somewhere she could get to, even if they maybe did somehow need her for something. A part of her hoped that the Momoko from here was at that other Fandom, but she felt bad wishing that on someone else.

She stared out at the twinkling lights of the buildings that she knew only as places to find supplies, bodies, or vampires, but that here were apparently full of happy, unafraid people even though the sun had already set.

She didn't miss her Fandom one bit, but she did wish she'd been asked where she wanted to go if the island was going to kick her off.

[Open :) ]

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!]

longislandiceme

Okay, not actually had Bobby had class today, he'd also done the homework he'd busily been avoiding on Monday.

To celebrate this, there was pie from J,GoB.

Lots of pie from J,GoB. It seems they'd baked a few two many turtle pies and wanted Bobby to take the extras off their hands. Bobby had misundertood at first, of course, and had thought they were offering him a turtle for every pie he bought.

But really, who would do that? That's just silly.

[ooc: open and now i want pie.]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

If there was any question if Hurley was dealing healthily with recent events, well... he was sitting in the common room on the couch, watching Monday Night RAW, and eating his way through a box of ho-hos. It was already mostly gone.

But he'd happily repress and act like a normal teenage boy if anyone stopped in and asked him why he had chocolate sort of smeared at the corner of his mouth.

The violence on the TV was kind of cathartic, though.

[ooc: Open!]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco really, really hated the cold. But unlike everyone else, he didn't actually need to deal with the cold and lack of electricity as a human. Which is why there was a polar bear sprawled in the third floor common room, seemingly almost happy with life.

The polar bear was also playing with a Coca-Cola bottle. And old school, glass Coca-Cola bottle. Just because he was cold, didn't mean he had lost all of his sense of humor.

[ooc: Open like a common room with a polar bear is open]

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!]

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!]

momslilassassin

Ben was tired of staring at the four walls of his room, and had already spent a fairly unhealthy amount of time in the salle and in the gym working out some aggravation, so...common room.

He was flipping channels, looking for something that was exploding. He was currently cruising through the public access channels, so it could be a while.

Current Mood: bored

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was always a little worn out by events like the picnic, so when she was able, she'd stolen back to her room for a nap. Thanks to that, her internal clock was a little messed up, and she ended up hungry by evening when she awoke.

So, in the name of comfort food, since she knew that there'd be a lot of people missing home today, she went into the kitchen and started to work on some late-night chocolate-chip cookies. Not the most nutritional, but she had 'em out and was plunked in front of some brainless sitcom within an hour, and that was what mattered. Hopefully the smell might attract some of the people she'd missed at the picnic itself.

[ooooopen. MY internal clock is messed up and I'll be up late omg come play.]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

After her chat with Hurley, and coming to the conclusion there probably wasn't anything much going on for the holidays, what with hardly anyone being around... Angela took it upon herself to buy up large amounts of festive food (and drink) to supply whoever might be left around and found their way to the right common room.

It wasn't all home cooked and perfect, Angela was still an order-in sort of girl, but if it tasted alright was anyone really going to be picky?

Yes, the elf hat was completely voluntary and nothing the island had forced on her. She liked being festive, damn it!

[[wide open like an impromptu holiday party should be! SP is the name of the game, given the day and all!]]

Current Mood: festive

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley Reyes was baking a cake. It was delicious, moist, and definitely not a lie.

It was chocolate cake with chocolate chips in it. He was baking it mainly in attempts to give something to Penelope to be all 'sorry I was a jackass playboy that weekend'.

He felt it needed cake to make the apology better.

[ooc: Severely open, like a common room.]

longislandiceme

Bobby was in a much better mood than he had been in... a while, actually. Which is why he was actually out in the common room, randomly flipping through channels and munching on a bowl of popcorn.

There were a few strategically-placed blankets draped on the other couches to help combat the fact that the room was mysteriously cold, if anyone felt like stopping by.

[ooc: i'm bored. it's open!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Frankly speaking, a Mat Cauthon with too much time on his hands was a kind of terrifying thing.

Witness example number one: Mat, in a common room, juggling an apple, two spoons, and a carving knife.

At least he wasn't blindfolded?

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley was making himself lunch in the common room. While he debated amongst his options, he eventually decided on making a really big sandwich with lots of meat, lettuce, and cheese. While he built this behemoth of a sandwich, he had on the TV, which was playing an episode of Mythbusters.

Where they were exploding a pair of pants.

He didn't know why, but explosions were cool.

[ooc: Open!]

trigons_child

Raven was still fairly floating from all the compliments and attention she had gotten last night, especially from Jono. She had discovered what the proverbial Cloud Nine was. Perhaps even Cloud Ten.

Right now she was curled up on a couch, more daydreaming than paying attention to what was on the TV, which seemed to involve something about lizards pretending to be people and stealing water and eating humans ~~and no remake was going to top Jane Balder as Diana, thank you very much~~.

[ooc: Open for all your fifth floor and/or loooove needs (she's also at the Samhain Celebration). I may disappear for an hour because my cats demand I go to the grocery store and get them treats, but other than that I should be around solidly for the afternoon/evening.]

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: V

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!]

weldedtomyspine

After a week of vacation, Jaime felt like he needed to do something. And since he also wanted to be at least a little bit social, that meant the common room. And that meant cooking.

So there he was, slaving over a hot stove. Well, standing nearby and watching a big pot of chili cook. That was sort of like slaving. Except for the part where he kept stealing bites and frowning. "This is so not spicy enough," he complained to no one in particular.

He started rummaging around in the cupboards looking for something to remedy that. But so far all he'd found were corn chips. Which... well, those were good too.

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

This was so totally unfair.

Hurley was sitting on the couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap and remote in his hand. He had found an episode of Expose on.

And yet, even though he was technically single, he felt kinda guilty watching it.

So after a minute or two, he switched over to an episode of Lightning Bug, following that up with shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

[ooc: Open like the great gates of Kiev... those are open, right?]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

Current Mood: amused

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley was relaxing in the common room, watching an episode of Lightning Bug while he baked chocolate chip cookies.

Hey, he figured people needed 'yay, no more parents' cookies.

He'd gladly share with anyone who showed up.

[ooc: Open!]

formermayqueen.livejournal.com

Cordelia had taken over the center of one of the common room couches, her manicure set spread out before her on the coffee table. On the television was a cycle four marathon of one of the Top Model shows, and Tyra had just finished her meltdown during judging.

She wasn't giving up the remote to anyone.

vanillajello

So, in the spirit of Zakat al-fitr, Kate was in the common room, making something for others to eat.

She’d been feeling sort of triumphant for no apparent reason at all since the night before, but what she was making wasn’t M.O.T.s. No, they were just regular chocolate muffins, and the first batch was just about ready to be taken out of the oven.

Waiting, Kate leaned on the kitchen counter, reading some celebrity gossip magazine.

[ooc: Open! Emmy muffins whee!]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley had a DVD of Space Battles IV (You know, the first one), and a big bowl of popcorn.

He was awaiting Rachel so he could teach her the ways of the best movies of all time. As you do.

[ooc: Expecting one, but very very open to any and all.]

glacial_queen

Karla looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was a big glittery banner that said "CONGRATULATIONS TAHIRI!" hung over one wall. She wasn't going to admit it, but playing the glue and glitter and paint had been a lot of fun. Though, with the residual glitter in her hair (and the occasional glittery hand print on the banner), someone might be able to tell.

There was one table completely devoted to ice cream (and wrapped in cold spells). The centerpiece was, of course, a giant ice cream cake with a frosted lightsaber on it. Karla couldn't make any guesses about how accurate it was, but there was a greyish hilt and a ~~I was tempted to say red~~ blue beam coming from the front. It was enough to get the point across, dammit. She'd had to explain to the Chilly Boulder guy what she meant by lightsaber anyway. Though he immediately knew who Ben and Tahiri were. The table wasn't entirely covered by ice cream, as Dinah had mentioned bringing some, too.

It's possible that there may be an ice cream shortage at Chilly Boulder tonight. Sorry.

In the kitchen, there was even more food; this time covered in warming spells. Mostly there were pizzas with a variety of toppings, but she'd also gotten some sides from most of the other restaurants in town. Someone wanted to have pizza with a side of lobster bisque and quesadillas? Totally not a problem. There were also a variety of drinks and, stashed away in the fridge, a few steaks and a chicken--raw, of course--for Blind Seer.

As far as she could tell, everything was done. And if not...well, they could cope. Now the only thing to do was wait for the guests to arrive.

...and try not to cut into the cake before they arrived. It did look good.

[For those invited, please! Up early for great SP justice! Hopefully I will be able to respond to pings, but making no promises. I am very susceptible to Quil, of both the Day and Night varieties. But I had to get this up. OCD~~on its way~~ up!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had spent part of the evening on the phone with her Gran and with Tara, trying to get either of them to come visit for Parents' Weekend. The result -- aside from promises that both of them would try to make it -- was a craving for something from home.

Which was brought her out to the common room to bake a pie. This served dual purposes:

a) It smelled great and would likely provide her with company as a result, and

b) Now she had something to eat while watching Yell, which was apparently from her time but she'd still never seen. So pie seemed like a good accompaniment to being curled up on the couch and staring wide-eyed at the screen. (It was scary, okay.)

[omg I am bad at posting CRs without food in them. what is wrong with me? but I was given more iconses by SOMEONE, so clearly I had to post! open!]

solo_sword

After a lot of work (some involving a showerhead, don't ask, and no not dirty) throughout the day, Jaina had decided she had to get out of her room for a while. So she'd just gone to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and started reading a report on her datapad with the TV on for noise.

Somehow she hadn't figured out that doing this was bound to distract her, and this was why she was staring at an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", looking seriously confused, datapad forgotten, and occasionally saying things aloud like "There is something wrong with you," and "What do you mean this is a series??"

[Open like an open thing. ...I may have been dying to make this a CR post for a few weeks now. Because omgwtf SHOW.]

Current Mood: wtff

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was bored. She was still plowing through paperwork -- Turks didn't back down from challenges, thanks -- but she was going to go crazy if she didn't get some air. So she was going to set up shop in the common room while she typed up reports on her laptop, and she'd find something insane to watch on TV.

... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.

(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)

Current Mood: bored

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley, despite actually being in a relationship, was still a sucker for Expose marathons. He couldn't help it. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

Or in this instance, like a teenage boy armed with popcorn and soda to a couch in front of a TV.

...Okay, the simile was a stretch.

[ooc: Open!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Well, they'd picked a good day for it, even if it was still sticky as anything out. For a party, it was worth putting up with a bit of humidity.

By late in the afternoon the cheerleaders had barbecues lit, all the traditional food was well on the way to being served and there were plenty of snacks and drinks around for anyone who didn't want to go for burgers and sausages.

As usual, there are lots of loungers around for anyone who wants to stretch out, blankets and cushions on the grass and picnic tables for anyone who would prefer a real table.

To add a little extra fun, there are several different lawn games for people to play if they wanted to.

Last chance to relax and party before the new students arrive. Might as well make the most of it.

[[~~And there will be OCD~~... Wiiiide open.]

Current Mood: cheerful

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley sat on a couch in the common room, though metaphorically he was still on cloud nine.

He was a man now. It was totally awesome.

The TV was showing some TV show where this giant basketball player was playing other people at their own sports. He wasn't paying too much attention, admittedly. He was paying more attention to his nachos.

He had enough chips and cheese and stuff for other folks to have nachos, too.

[ooc: Open!]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

Current Mood: good

vanillajello

Kate was - and had been for some time - in the sixth floor kitchen again, just as she had ~~handwavily, while the mun slept like a sleepy thing~~ been the day before.

Thursday’s shopping trip had been all about getting most of the ingredients for the actual foods served at the party, so Friday had seen Kate buying mostly drinks and fruit, which she was now dealing with in the kitchen.

She also looked at some recipes. To her credit, they only made her look slightly lost.

[OOC: Open! Jen is awesome. That is all.]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

It wasn't that she was particularly eager to socialize, no.

It was more of the fact that Yei had been wanting to go out (and for longer than just an hour, honestly) and so Hinata had looked around the room she and Hoshi shared, and gave in to the whims of her cat.

(Yes, that was a bit sad. Hinata was aware of that.)

Luckily for her, Yei was perfectly content to explore the common room while Hinata curled up on one of the couches to read.

[Hinata may not want to socialize, but I dooooo. Open post!]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

The events of last week had triggered Claire's domestic instincts so after a trip to town for supplies, she set up shop in the new kitchen, cooking up pounds of pasta and three different kinds of sauce - a regular tomato, a four cheese and a pesto.

She also had salad and hot, crusty Italian bread.

[open to all!]

longislandiceme

Thanks to his kind of unexpected change of address a month ago, the DVDs that Bobby had pre-ordered had taken a few extra days to actually make their way to him. But they were here now, and that was the important part.

He rummaged through the common room kitchen until he came up with some chips and soda, and then popped his brand-shiny-new Go-Between Guy DVDs in to the DVD player.

Marathon time!

[ooc: open like a common room!]

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley was baking, as best he could. He wasn't wussing out and using store-bought dough. He was going to make Hinata cinnamon rolls bigger than her head.

It was the least he could do for her. He had that weird model show with Chad on the TV, though he wasn't paying much attention. He was concentrating on the baking.

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!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Now that she had a ~~unknowing and creepy crush on her son~~ teacher to help with her powers, Jean was having a bit of a thoughtful evening. She should call ~~Scott~~ the Institute and see how everyone was doing. And... not mention Bobby. At all.

Or the fact that his roommate was a cat. Even though Chuck assured her it was completely normal here.

Yeah, the phone call was on hold as she poked at the fire and tried to think of what to say to them without sounding crazy.

[[Open like a campfire!]]

momslilassassin

Ben, not surprisingly to anyone who knew him, was hungry.

He'd managed to get the fire started without incident and was now cheerfully ~~burning~~ cooking some hot dogs and staring into the flames.

Meeting new people would be fun--that's why he'd put out extra food and had given the bugs some silent encouragement to bite people at a different fire--but Ben was hoping they'd come to him.

He glanced over at the nearby cabins hopefully, then made a face, dropped his completely charred hot dog into the fire, and tried again.

Ben was a terrible cook.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hungry

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

It had taken Alex all of ten minutes to pack and then unpack. Unpacking, in this instance, meant kicking his bag under his bed and leaving it there. Once that was done, he wandered down to the main campfire, a place he'd frequented during the previous trip to the cabins. Claiming a spot on the first night seemed like the right thing to do so he settled down, legs stretched out in front of him.

The clouds looked a little threatening but rain would only bother him if he lit a cigarette and had it go out. He'd just have to light another or something. Not like it hadn't happened before. For now, he'd take the warm, cloudy night and his last bit of relaxation before classes started again.

[open like the vegas strip!]

Current Mood: mellow

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

Claire was still in an excellent mood after her conversation with Jon last night. She decided to pass on the trip into the city and instead headed for the common room to make breakfast in an effort to meet some new people.

Anyone making their way past the room would be welcome to enjoy some pancakes with blueberry topping, strawberry topping and/or whipped cream. Because, yes, Claire was kind of a dork and went the red, white and blue route.

There was an appropriate holiday movie on the television.

[oooooopen common room!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had a box of donut holes and some coffee on the table in front of her. Some of the donuts smelled like maple syrup, but they tasted good which was all that really mattered.

The TV was already on when she came into the Common Room, and Rose didn't change the channel from The Mountie Show quite yet. The Mountie was cute, after all, and if he would just wise up and kiss his partner, maybe he'd relax a little. But if he didn't, at least he looked really good in that red uniform.

She lounged comfortably on the couch, typing an email with half her attention and watching the Mounties with the other half. Weeks without classes were seriously nice.

[HAPPY CANADA DAY! I want Timmy Ho's.]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Entries tagged with hurley reyes

Fandom High RPG