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izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

As soon as they'd been given the all clear to leave Special Collections, Isabel had taken off for the dorm roof. It had been the last place she'd seen Wyatt and she hoped that meant that was where he'd reappear.

The trip across the campus was a blur as Isabel focused on remembering everything she could. Hot chocolate in the woods, laughing at a bad movie, burgers at the Crashdown, Max, Michael, her mom, her dad, that last moment on the roof before she turned and ran.

Oh please oh please oh please.....

Half afraid of what she would or wouldn't find, Isabel pushed open the door to the roof.

Current Mood: hopeful

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal had never seen anything like this sky before in his life; he'd be damned if he didn't appreciate it. From the height of the dormitory's rooftop, the view was even better, and it also added a bit of consolation in the theory that, perhaps, if anything did erupt, he was at a bit of a high ground, even if he was pretty sure lava could manage to do quite a bit of damage to the base of a building. Maybe they were far away enough that it wouldn't matter, anyway.

But, God, it was gorgeous. It certainly did wonders to pull Cal out of the reverie that had been holding him back all day about his father. About how the last time he'd seen Milton was when they broke the news about Cal's...condition, how he'd never said a word to him after that, because he'd run away and, by the time he got back, his father had died. He'd called Tessie, but the ensuing conversation was short, awkward, and left him overly thoughtful. Sitting on the roof now with a cigarette between his lips as he took in the electricity in the air, though, he started to feel a little better.

[[ it's a roof; of course it's open =D ]]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The nice thing about alien-fu? It meant that during one of the intermittent breaks in the rain, it was a simple matter to dry out the area around the campfire and get a nice little fire blazing.

As always, there were marshmallows and smore fixings for sharing.

Current Mood: relaxed

gobrookeyourself

Brooke didn't have classes early in the week, so you'd think she would be sleeping in. Unfortunately for her, she'd woken up randomly and couldn't get back to sleep, so she just got up and went out to the campfire. It was early enough for actual fire, right?

She probably could have just gone off to meet some French boys- because come on- but she'd just wait till nighttime for that.

[Open, as campfires are!]

Current Mood: awake

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella found a letter from Char in her mail, so she was happily rereading it after she stoked a small campfire and set some bread borrowed from her class near it to toast.

It sounded like Ayortha was dreadfully dull. She'd have to write a good letter, then, to cheer him up. She drafted a reply in her head as she waited for her meal to be ready.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Blair's thread is after any others chronologically.]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

After a long sparring session with Jaina in the salle and and even longer shower (he was going to miss the unlimited water around here), Luke assembled some food made for sticks--marshmallows, hot dogs, weird Rebel rations that Yoda had always made fun of--and stretched out in front of the campfire.

The fire reminded him a bit of being back on Endor. Without the "being served over it" aspect, of course.

[OOC: So open.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

C1. That was easy enough to remember.

It had taken her two trips to move her things down to the cabins, largely because she couldn't narrow down what books she wanted to bring any further, and of course she was sure she'd soon discover things she'd forgotten. But for now she was enjoying her favorite part of living in the cabins.

The campfire.

She just wished she'd remembered to get some marshmallows.

[Open!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was bored of his room, so was out in the common room, feet propped up on the couch, soda and a big bowl of popcorn within easy reach as he divided his attention between American Idol and another one of the books Karal had left him.

Vkandis had some damned cool stories told about Him.

[ooc: open like common rooms usually are. Come keep me from being bored.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After Wyatt had dumped her in the boiler room last night, Isabel had managed to find the door in the dark. She'd thought it would be simple enough to use her powers to get it open. Except she couldn't. Either she was too stressed to focus properly, or the school had a door made of depleted uranium.

The panic attack that followed was not fun.

Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.

Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.

[ooc: For one please.]

Current Mood: distressed

morpherboy.livejournal.com

It's best not to ask where Marco had spent most of his weekend. Most of his clothes and half his room was covered in mud. But Marco didn't want to take a bath, so he figured a different way to get clean quickly. Which is why there was a baby polar bear in the common room, jumping up on all the furniture.

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The common room was decorated with streamers, balloons and a sign that said "Happy Birthday Ronan". There was food from Ching Tai and a selection of baked goods from JGoB. Including a rather decadent looking chocolate cake.

Isabel rearranged a few balloons then sat down to wait for people to turn up.

[Open as common rooms are! ~~Please wait for minor~~ OCD is up.]

Current Mood: cheerful

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

One look outside at the weather was enough to convince Isabel that staying indoors and watching TV was the best way to spend the day. She made herself a cup of hot chocolate then curled up on the couch to watch a mini-marathon of the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency.

Current Mood: relaxed

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was fixing some fine food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. An American classic. There was a fairly large pot of the soup, and he had enough bread and cheese to share if anyone else was hungry.

There was also some groovy Latin jazz playing, and he was dancing about the kitchen, head bobbing and hips swaying -- sometimes in time with the music. Life was good.

[common room open as they are]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg had been watching too much Food Network lately and decided to actually cook food instead of watching people do it on TV. So she got out the ingredients for peanut butter brownies and started making them from scratch. Anything else was cheating. She wasn't semi-homemade. Sorry, Sandra Lee.

[OMG I don't have a facepalm icon. But the post is open nevertheless!]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Wednesday night was Project Runway night. Peter wouldn't miss it for the world.

Currently there was a mini-marathon of previous episodes. Since Peter had seen them already, he kept himself occupied making notes in the journal Sam had gotten for him.

Well, that was the idea. Occasionally his writing would turn into random doodles without Peter noticing it.

[open like a common room... 'cause it's a common room. :D]

Current Mood: creative

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael was up early, for some reason, and had headed for the common room to check out the kitchen.

He wasn't cooking, yet, but the trappings of omelettes were all laid out, waiting for someone to show up.

[ooc: forgot to say - common room is open! please tag, Michael likes to cook!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was just headed out of the shower when he thought to get a glass of orange juice. Heading into the common room he did just that but noticed that hey! cartoons were on!

Sitting down, he was just only going to stay for a minutes while he watched the coyote blow up stuff. He loved this cartoon!

[the CR is public! and open! yo!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel flipped on the TV and sat back on the couch waiting for the opening credits of The Amazing Race to begin. She really hoped Team Goth would be able to get through whatever the Speed Bump turned out to be.

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

After the two boys were ~~handwavily~~ gremlin bit earlier in Chris' room, ~~Jack~~ Johnny and ~~Ennis~~ Chris headed outdoors to get to work and do what need's doin' to gather the herd and keep 'em secure on Crackback Mountain.

It was just that Johnny was a bit confused and glancin' over at Chris told him that the ranch hand was pretty much in the same boat.

"Ah, hell, Chris, I don't be seein' them heffer's 'round, do you? And the good Lord strike me dead if this here be Crackback Mountain. I'll be a yankee sumbitch if these here hills be called mountains."

Hands on hips, he glared at the ground.

"You thinkin' real hard over there or are you just as confused as I am?"

[ooc: Chris and Johnny have been, with permission, gremlin bit that was handwavily done. Welcome to Brokeback Mountain, Fandom style. Woot! Feel free to notice, gander, or just plain wtf at the boys.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was bored. Johnny overturned two empty trash cans and laid a piece of board across the top. Then, because yes, he was bored, he made a bunch of paper people, lining them up across the wooden plank. For their sake, he didn't try to name them.

Sitting on the couch, one by one he sent a fireball towards them, torching them, watching them lift in the air and burn until there was nothing left. Yes, he was playing with fire but he was very safe, really. Nothing was catching on fire except for his mini-paper people. How cool was that?

"Yes! Take that you with the cur--" No, he wasn't going to say it cause he didn't mean it. Seriously. He did not name his paper dolls, come on!

[common room is totally open.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny Storm was back. He was back, smokin' hot (in more ways that one ha ha), and single. He took a moment to look around, trying to find anything at all that had changed about Fandom since he left.

Nope. Nothing. It all looks the same.

He chuckled, "Weeeeeird."

[totally open.]

not_in_the_book

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.

[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel always thought better when she cooked. That was why Friday morning she could be found in the common room making muffins. Lots of them.

Hopefully the smell would draw people in to eat them.

Current Mood: calm

not_in_the_book

"Can you hand me the ginger?" Ronan asked, as he ground some spices with a mortar and pestle. "The fresh, I mean." The fragrant smells of cooking curry were already pervading the common room, and probably making their way through the rest of the dorms. When Isabel handed over the asked-for ginger, he added some to the mixture in the mortar, and went back to grinding. "Thanks. I hope this isn't too spicy for whoever else comes along," he added.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are! Come have some curry. :D]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Eight o'clock on a Wednesday night. There was only once place to be. Isabel was curled up on the couch with popcorn, ready to watch America's Next Top Model. There was extra popcorn for throwing at the screen.

[ooc: open for all your ANTM mocking needs]

Current Mood: cheerful

blessed_twice

Wyatt had returned to his room only to find it missing. Well, not the whole room, but all his possessions. Of course, there was flailing -- until he found his belongings in his new room, 226. He suspected Anders had something to do with it. There would be revenge, oh yes. Then again, it made moving easier.

For now, he was comfortably lounging on the common room couch, flipping through the channels until he landed on the CW and "America's Next Top Model." And there he stayed. Because nothing could be more entertaining that bitchy women who weren't allowed to smoke.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: ANTM

saltandammo.livejournal.com

In an effort to keep himself from dwelling on things he didn't want to dwell on, Dean had abandoned his room and was sitting on the couch in the common room, listlessly flipping through the channels on tv. He paused on one of those court shows and shook his head after watching for a few minutes. "Okay, now those people are freaks."

[open as common rooms are wont to be]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was ensconced on the couch with a soda, popcorn and a package of M&M's. He also had the tv remote and was flipping through the channels inbetween mouthfuls of junkfood.

It was Saturday night, there had to be some bad movies on somewhere.

Current Mood: bored

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was up early and in the mood to actually cook for a change. So she was out in the kitchen mixing up a batch of banana nut muffins. So what if it came from a box? They'd still taste good. There was a fresh pot of coffee on the counter and Isabel was humming along with the music on her iPod as she cooked.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Carbon Leaf - What About Everything

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was far too used to having class five days a week. She had on her pj's (a green tank top and Neptune High cheerleader shorts) and was lounging on the couch. One leg was laid out in front of her and the other was hanging off the side of the couch. Not the most lady-like of poses, but she was feeling lazy. She was flipping through the channels, hoping there was something decent on.

"Oooh! Blue Planet!"

[Tis open...yo]

Current Mood: bored

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Sure they were stupid. Sure they were fake. Sure the concept of 'best' was utterly laughable.

But by god you couldn't get better stupid TV than the MTV Video awards.

So Peter ordered some pizzas, made himself comfy, and got ready to snark.

[ooc: Open!]

Current Mood: amused

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean hadn't done a Sunday morning brunch in a while and he figured with the new students, this was a good weekend to pick the habit back up. So he was in the kitchen area cooking up bacon and eggs, while keeping on eye on his cat Hunter who was currently stalking a dustbunny over by the couch.

He figured the 'if you cook it, they will come eat' theory will still hold true.

[ooc: open as common rooms are wont to be. Free food for whoever wants it]

Current Mood: busy

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had a craving for funnel cake so he decided to make some. There was a pot of hot oil on the stove, a bowl of batter, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and a can of cherry pie filling all laid out.

Two extra-crispy clumps and a burnt thumb later, he finally managed to produce something that actually resembled the tasty treat he desired.

[ooc: Post is totally open! Andrew has plenty of extra batter if anyone is craving fried goodness!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was pissed. And he was freaking hungry. His tongue was still firmly attached to the roof of his mouth and every now and then he would have to wipe the drool that pooled in the corners.

He was sitting on the lawn, bemoaning his sad state with little mumblings that made no sense whatsoever. He should have set the old hag on fire. Dammit all.

(it be open!)

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Up early, Isabel wandered out to the common room for coffee and quality morning TV. At the moment that meant watching whatever was on for Shark Week.

[open like a common room]

Current Mood: calm

not_in_the_book

Ronan was once again in the kitchen area of the common room. This time, he was cooking up pasta puttanesca. He also had a dish of bruschetta topping already on the counter, with a plate of slices of garlic-toasted Italian bread beside it, and a caesar salad was just about ready.

The Nomadic Celtic Chef is at it again!

[Open! Come and get it!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had reached returned from the clinic with the idea of geting a few hours of decent sleep. Unfortunately she'd reaced the point of being so over-tired that she couldn't sleep. So she wandered out to the common room to stare at the TV.

Extreme Home Makeover probably wasn't the greatest choice, but she was too tired to go look for the remote.

Current Mood: tired

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

"Okay," Dawn said, looking at the counter. On it were several mixing bowls, eggs, flour, baking powder and soda, sugar, brown sugar, and many, many different kinds of things to get mixed into the cookies. She set the cookie sheets aside and tried to decide if she should cook the bacon while she waited for River.

"I think that's everything. Oh, wait! I forgot the blueberries. And the pepper!"

She went to get them out of the fridge and cupboard, respectively.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to help or taste test!]

Current Mood: cheerful

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had gone for a run. A very long run, down to the beach and back, though about half way through he'd decided he was insane, because it was too damn hot, which was bad timing, because he still had to run back.

Luckily there was a hose he could soak his head with and a nice bit of lawn to stretch out on. Which was what he was doing right now, wearing nothing but a pair of very short shorts, lying on his back while he worked on his tan.

[ooc: and lo, the post was open!]

girlzippo.livejournal.com

Charlie had a huge pot of water for spaghetti boiling, tomatoes and onions chopped up, garlic diced into tiny pieces, and hamburger browning.

She was sure she was forgetting something. Anyone who wanted to help her make dinner was more than welcome.

savedfornow.livejournal.com

Claire did nothing all week, and this was OK by her. She wandered town, she hung out in her room. And quite amazingly, not once did she break a leg or another bone almost die or actually die or have to be rescued or anything.

She could get used to this.

She wasn't so sure she could get used to the smell of smoke that was beginning to permeate her room. So while her roommate was in class, she opened the windows as far as they would go, switched on a fan to get the air circulating, and decamped to the common room, where she was now curled up on the couch, channel surfing for sitcoms and painting her fingernails.

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

It was still way too hot to consider doing anything outside for the evening, so Isabel wandered down the hall to the common room and the TV. It wasn't till she'd flipped through three different documentaries on the Roswell Crash that she realized what day it was. The sixtieth anniversary of their ship's crash.

Strangely intrigued, she settled on one of the more recent documentaries, snickering as she recognized some of the people they interviewed as Crashdown patrons and Crash Festival regulars.

can_be_more

Aeryn's all packed, and not really in the mood to see the room looking so much different. She hates the look of boxes and bags all packed up, so it's easier to head to the gym, though she's not being very into her workout. She's not really looking forward to leaving, and she hates goodbyes. So she figures John can say goodbye to who he needs to in the room, and anyone who knows her will know where else hey can find her.

[It's say bye to Aeryn time. *sniff* She's leaving Fandom tonight. And SP is love.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was in the mood to cook. After a trip to town to get supplies, she made a huge pot of taco meat, and then spent some time slicing and dicing an assortment ~~of totally moddable~~ toppings. There was even chocolate cake for dessert.

There was a CD glowing on the counter as it played some Jimmy Buffet and Isabel was quietly singing along. "Fins to the left, fins to the right and you're the only game in town..."

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Jimmy Buffet - Fins

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

It was Thursday morning. It was Karal's last day of classes. He'd woken up early, as per usual, and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to attempt breakfast.

Karal had never cooked before. Ever. But there were eggs in the fridge, and milk, and cheese. A further rummage turned up bacon, onions and some mushrooms, and, well, a lot of other things he didn't recognise. He left those where they were.

"I think I can make an omelette from these," he told Altra, who was perched on a chair, watching him. "I am fairly certain I know what one is."

:This will end well,: the 'cat drawled, shaking his head.

"No, I am sure I know what it is. Eggs and other things, all cooked up together." He surveyed the ingredients and nodded firmly, pulling out a frying pan. "It cannot be that difficult."

Altra facepawed. Luckily there was coffee already brewed, which Karal did know how to make.

[ooc: open, of course!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

"Dude, I did something really stupid today," he said, talking into his cell phone.

"I kissed her. Just like that. Maaan!" Pause. "What?" Pause. "Well, yeah, she's hot." Johnny grinned. "Petite, blonde, perfect sized..." Johnny conversed with Reed for ten more minutes before he clicked his cell closed and shoved it in his pocket.

Walking over to the edge he looked down over the lawn and shoved his hands in his back pockets. Dick was going to kill him.

Or he could try.

"Maaan!"

(open like a roof!)

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

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