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Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.

[[ flying OCD-free, free for all style! Everyone got an invite! Up stupid early for max playability and my weird ass schedule. ]]

endsthegame

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

boneyard_girl

It was raining. Glitter. It was raining glitter, and really, anyone who knew Ada at all should not be shocked that she'd dug through the dorm janitorial closets to come up with buckets and place them all out on the deck, letting them fill to the point of bursting with the stuff.

Ada herself was perched on the railing, catching glitter in her hands and laughing as she enjoyed this particular form of precipitation. At least Fandom was giving her fun weird-shit for once.

[OPEN!]

rebelseekspizza

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The words had been following Dante around. Sometimes he swore he could catch sight of his own face but with different angles, in the corner of his eyes, in the mirror. It was weird. Too weird even for booze.

So eventually he'd gotten out of bed and stumbled into the common room to get some food. Maybe a change of scenery would stop it from following him around. Except there it was again, conveniently spelled out in fridge magnets in front of him.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

"What is your problem," he muttered.

[[ open! ]]

giveherahand

Mara'd had a Very Trying Morning. She'd gone out for coffee and had been attacked by raining candies shaped like fruit and, weirdly, birds, and then been treated to a lesson on counting by a giant talking Number Four.

There hadn't been enough caffeine in the world for that, and it had not gotten better when she'd gone to Eggsy's room to bitch about it only to discover her boyfriend had turned into an actual egg.

So now she was down in the common room eating cereal out of the box and keeping a careful--if annoyed--eye on her boyfriend. The egg. Don't try to eat him for breakfast.

cracksmostly

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and certainly wouldn't be able to tell you. It was fine, though, since tending the spiky little plants was a job that appealed to her. It'd worked out well as far as she was concerned.

Having finished with that, she settled down near the edge of the roof, not too far away from the garden. It wasn't the same as being out in the preserve, but still quieter up here than in the dorms.

Somehow, at some point in the last week or so and equally by accident, she had also managed to find the library -- that accounted for the small stack of books beside her. They were all supposed to pertain to elven history, but whether she'd find anything useful in them was entirely up in the air -- so far none of them seemed to be the elven history of her world. She was determined to go through all of them thoroughly, though, and then when she was done she'd turn them in and check out a few more, and so on.

Safe to say that, ever since she'd met that Witch of the Wilds at the party a few weekends back, she was just a little tiny bit obsessed with the idea of finding and restoring an eluvian. It was her duty to preserve and recover what she could of the elves' lost culture, and this? This would definitely count.

[OOC: Open? Definitely open.]

sampippy

This was unbelievable. This whole school was a mess. Xanthippe had been keeping mostly to herself for the past two weeks, because what even was this place? She hated it here, and she was like, totally sure they were slipping her drugs somehow because there was no other way that class with the ponies made any sense.

But she'd just been on the phone with her mom – again – arguing for why she needed to get back to Connecticut, and how this whole island was a freak show, and it wasn't healthy, come on, it was like totally stunting her mental growth to be here with these people and this environment –– and her mom had said no. She'd said no. Double-you tee eff?

And now Xanthippe was having to dig through a bunch of other people's groceries in the fridge just to get to her diet soda from yesterday.

"Gross. Gross. Gross."

Ugh. She did not approve of your choices of food and beverages, people using the fourth floor fridge. Not at all. She needed a fridge for her room, stat.

[ooc: Open!]

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Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [05/13].

FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

The Deck, Monday Afternoon.

3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

Third floor common room, Saturday morning

The Roof, Monday Morning

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