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Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was celebrating his birthday by having mint-chocolate-chip ice cream and a shamrock-decorated cake. Mmmmm. Best birthday ever. He would share, if asked.

[Open like a common room!]

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

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

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

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

The deck near the dorms was, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. The only thing that might have seemed even remotely out of place was the fact that there was a palomino horse (of course, of course) on the aforementioned deck. The horse wore a jaunty hat and seemed quite interested in the business section of the morning paper.

There was a cup of hot coffee next to him, but how he'd procured it and how he intended to drink it (if, indeed, he did intend to drink it) was a mystery.

[OOC: Edmund is Mister Ed and ~~open deck is open!~~ I've gone to bed, SP tonight! Deck's all yours.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer wasn't totally aware of the wacky events of the day, thanks to having spent most of the day in her room re-reading one of her favorite books.

But now, she was out in the common room making pancakes. Pancakes with chocolate chips. The TV was tuned to another Mythbusters marathon, which managed to entertain Jen without distracting her from the pancake making so they didn't end up burnt.

She'd happily make extra pancakes if anyone stopped in to hang out with her.

[ooc: Open CR!]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

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

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

Thanks, Captain Algren!

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

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

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

Current Mood: working

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

"Wait, no!"
"MRrow?"
"Get offa there!"
"Mrrow!"
"You're not gonna--okay, you made it."
"Mrrrrow."
"Fine. Stay up there."

This was the conversation between a Fandom student named Jack and his Little Sibling Leda who was currently a cat. But he was having a hard time staying mad at her even though she was bent on getting into everything.

Who could stay angry at a face like this?

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

It was Picnic Day. That meant the grounds would draw a crowd.

That meant Jak wasn't going to be on the grounds. He'd been aching for action for a while now anyway, and the Fandom range might not be as sophisticated as Krew's back in Haven, but it would give him a shot at getting the Vulcan barrel out for some more training.

So while everyone bustled outside, Jak was inside, his Morph Gun trained on the target, unleashing a stream of blue pulsing bullets as he worked on his accuracy. Almost came close. Almost.

[[ open, sure, if to some sp ]]

vanillajello

And after this moment, Kate wasn’t going to do anything useful for a long while, at least not until she’d have to start packing for her trip home.

After a ~~handwavy~~ ballet workout in the gym, she had headed to her floor’s common room and made some orange chocolate muffins. And now that they were done – and she'd put them in a basket on a near-by table – she was hogging a couch in front of the TV, and watching a random cooking show about extravagant wedding cakes.

Life was good, at this very moment. And so were the muffins.

[ooc: Open, as common rooms usually are. Mod your wedding cakes if you wish.]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

With a day off from classes and work, Layla was lounging on the sofa with her Chuck Taylor's and striped socks resting up on the coffee table watching watching old episodes of Seraph.

Next to her was a giant bowl of pink and green potato chips that she found on a back shelf at the local Kwik Stop that she was totally willing to share...

Though if you were smart you probably wouldn't want to partake of them.

[Open of course...]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Having ~~handwavilyomg~~ put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

He was trying. He really was.

Was it so much to ask for the man to visit once? One? Parents Weekend, zilch. Nothing. Finally, a letter, saying he'd come, and... another letter saying he was laid up waiting for parts!?

It was more than Jack could handle. He needed... it was too early in the morning for booze, so he turned to comfort foods (of which he had none in his room, since he binged on his stash last week)...and nothing was cooked.

Is a cookie asking for too much?!

Angry!Jack was bustling around the Common Room, making various batches of cookies and intending on eating much of them himself. Or maybe for other people. Spending a few minutes mixing the eggs, the peanut butter, and the sugar together (a bit violently) calmed him down a bit. And while the first batch was almost ready, he was working on some made with crunchy peanut butter.

[Open for everyone! Mod cookies! And if anyone wants to bake muffins...*innocent look*]

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!]

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!]

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!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Well, it was Thursday, and Jack was in the kitchen, trying to whip something up. There's bacon frying on a griddle, and he was mixing up a batch of pancakes (from mix, of course) and he was staring at the timer because when that went off? Brownies (from a mix) were done.

Nothing like a gourmet meal of the "just add water" school of cookering.

[open for hungry students! mod your own food! extra points for using the panini maker.]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Stars and beer and Burton on the deck tonight, with Jack idly poking at the firepit to give him something to do. He'd brought a cooler of hot dogs and s'mores stuff, but was feeling too lazy to do more than sit, drink, and stare at the sky.

[Open for anyone who wants s'mores!]

vanillajello

Kate had come out of hiding.

After several days of staying firmly in her own room, she was now in the common room, lounging on one of the couches. She was reading an old magazine and eating popcorn from a big bowl.

The magazine was fascinating enough, but she kept looking up towards the door and wondering whether she should go down the hall to knock on a random person’s door and drag them back to keep her company.

[Open! Come entertain her, so she doesn't go bother random people.]

vanillajello

Kate had slept late, and then spent most of the day reading and talking to her mother on the phone. It had been that sort of a day. But now she had finally wandered in to the common room in search of company, and was microwaving a pizza and drinking cranberry juice.

Listening to the radio the past few days had left her feeling slightly on edge, which meant that when her cellphone suddenly buzzed in her pocket to inform of a text message, it was no surprise that it actually made her jump. Unfortunately, it also made her spill the juice over the floor and down the front of her hoodie.

”Great. Just awesome,” she muttered, looking down at her clothes. There was no way she could pass the big red stain as a part of the print. And the hoodie had just been washed! Awesome, only not.

She sighed and put the glass down, before getting some paper and starting to clean up the juice from the floor.

[Ooopen, as common rooms are! Come freak out randomly over stains that vaguely resemble blood! Had to do a little coincidence echo of something from yesterday in the BDE.]

puppy_fair

"Good afternoon," Arthur called, once everyone had assembled. He hadn't been at his best all day - time seemed to be on the blink - but he wasn't about to let that put him off. "Today, our focus will be on the art of 'guerilla tactics'." If he pronounced the word a bit funny, it might have been because it was fairly, er, he'd read it in a book. "If we are overwhelmed by greater numbers, this could be an option. The goal is to whittle away the enemy through ambushes and traps. Mobility is the key word. Considering the woods and the closeness of the homes on this island, it shouldn't be too hard to launch a number of small guerilla--" Again with the weird pronounciation, "Attacks. We'll be planning for several of such strategies over the next few weeks. This week, traps and ambushes." He glanced at Zack.

Zack, who was grinning faintly at Arthur's treatment of the word, nodded in agreement regardless.

"What he said," he intoned. "We've got numbers who can stick to the treetops, and those of us who are just as comfortable in the streets of town. We know the island better than any invading forces might, and so it's up to use to take that knowledge and use it to our advantage. A trap can be as simple as a pitfall, covered so that nobody but us knows what it is, or it could be a matter of waiting with a weapon, out of sight, for the enemy to pass by. It's important to know which camp you're sitting in, here. Do you know your way around booby traps? Are you more inclined to spring into action on a moment's notice?"

"Using set traps will slow down our enemy," Arthur continued, fluidly, "While fluid attacks from our end will destroy morale and pick the enemy clean with time. Of course, tactics will vary depending on the environment, so we'll be mostly looking at the town today. Are there any spaces where we can dig trenches and cover them, set a tripwire, that sort of thing? Which alleys and hiding spaces does the town offer in case we need to employ such tactics? We've been spending a great deal of time getting to know our terrain. This is one way of putting this to work. How many of you know how to set a booby--" another one of those words, "Trap? Share what you know. Explosives might also be useful, if any of you remember Rikku's presentation from several months back."

"This sort of thing is where our archers and gunmen might find a chance to shine," Zack noted. "Firing from rooftops, or treetops, or hidden in bushes. I admit to not being a gunman myself, and so some of you might be able to set the record straight on the matter, but your job probably works more smoothly when you don't have a target rushing at you in the first place." He gave his arms a casual sort of stretch, and then set his hands on his hips, grinning. "So, guys! Today, you're going to figure out which camp you're in. Are you the ones setting the traps, or the ones sitting in wait and then springing them? Talk to one another, sort that much out, and then figure out what in town you can use to your advantage, guys."

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up, and meeting open to all! Co-written with

bitch_prince.]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

When food fell from the sky, the logical next step really just had to be eating it, no matter if you weren't entirely sure where they came from. Just saved her a trip into town on a Saturday to pick something up from JGoB or the Perk.

So Angela was out (with an umbrella, just in case of another surprise shower) nibbling pieces from each of the various different flavours to see which really was the best.

The fact there was ~~presumably~~ still an underwear covered antenna right there, might just have made her choice of campfire that bit easier. So much entertainment to be had from that.

[[It is campfire, and therefore waaaay open!]]

Current Mood: cheerful

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was awake and thinking about breakfast, about food, and about... other things. He stretched his arms, plopped his feet on the floor, stood up, and just started singing on the way to the kitchen to cook breakfast, as you do.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong..."

Eggs, pancakes, and music, coming right up.

[Open for cabinmates or anyone who wants to live together with Jack]

Current Music: Boys of the Beach

bitchprince

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to ~~handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain~~ elaborate on his own time's strategies for ~~standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them~~ defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

glacial_queen

Karla was feeling Crafty today--though, admittedly, this was not exactly news. Karla was often in that kind of mood, regardless of whether the 'C' was capitalized or not. After the Magical Reserves meeting today, she'd decided it was a good day to stock up on some items for the Support Reserves. Magical potions unfortunately lost efficacy after a few hours, but a few simple Healing webs could be activated without her being around with only a few drops of blood, and could heal most minor to middling injuries. Calming potions would be useful in an emergency, as would sleeping draughts. Which reminded her that a few energy powders might be wise, too. Cooling or warming unguents, too, depending on when they'd be fighting. Plus the everyday, non-magical potions for things like bee-stings, sunburn (Karla, being very fair-skinned, made a lot of that), chafes, various aches and pains...

There were also some potions brewing that were for her own use, or to be shared with others, like her moon-time tea and the contraceptive brew, since it seemed like something to have handy for people.

And since she'd promised magical help to several people over the past few days, the common room seemed an easy enough place to find her. Plus, it had more counterspace, a sink, and a stove she was going to avoid until someone came in and taught her to use it properly. A few tongues of witchfire were enough to heat anything, anyway.

Anyone coming in would see Karla singing softly to herself, as she consulted a few large, leather bound books, fiddling around with various pots filled with herbal-scented liquids, or weaving webs in small, wooden looms.

[Common room is open! SP warning for me this evening.]

a-demosthenes.livejournal.com

Valentine figured she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she'd been pretty disquieted over the last few days. She had multiple theories that easily explained it well enough that she could shove it aside and not directly approach the topic. She was good at that, avoiding something until she was sure it could be useful to her. But the fact that she couldn't quite piece together how what she was feeling could be useful to her lead her to wanting to step back from it all for a moment.

She decided to go down to the pool, figuring it would be quiet in the morning, and she could just sit a while, thinking, comforted by the water and what water meant to her now. She considered ducking into town to pick up a swimsuit that was a little...more interesting than hers, basic and functional, but then settled on the fact that basic and functional was all that was needed. Anything something more interesting would accomplish would be to draw attention to certain aspects of herself...

...and she wasn't quite knowledgeable enough about those aspects to go flashing them around for other people to see, really. That's why she was here now, in the morning after her class, sitting at the edge of the pool and watching her feet trail through the water, enjoying the isolation of the big empty room and thinking about isolation in a lake basin on a raft.

It was a good way to kill the morning hours.

[[ open pool is open! ]]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Oh, this place was just messing with him at the moment. "Come on now, I know there was cheese in here yesterday!" he said, face buried in the fridge, sandwich-in-process on the counter.

He should have been hiding in his room after what had been happening recently, but...he was hungry.

[ETA: ~~slowplay as of 8:15 EST for a bit, going out for a bit of Sunday fun!~~Back!]
~~[Also: GO WINGS!]~~

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was bouncing a ball off the furniture and the steps outside on the deck. It was too early to be ~~emo~~ contemplative on the roof, so the deck was the next best place as he sat and thought about things. About Fandom. About the people here. About.... where he would be this time next year.

And if he'd ticked off Karla that other day. Hey, he got pizza out of it, couldn't be too bad.

glacial_queen

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

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

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

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

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

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

As there was a lovely grassy area between the main campfire and the gym and the weather was reasonably comfortable, Fiona brought out the blanket Robert had gotten for her during their trip and spread it on the ground for a bit of very mild sunbathing. It was more just to enjoy the grass and the light breeze and her book than to actually tan her skin, but all and all, it was a comfortable set up and it seemed, to her, a lovely way to spend the partially sunny afternoon.

[quite open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd managed to not find his little sibling for, like, over a week or two, and this was too far. No telling what would be happening by this point in a place like this.

So he made a sign, LEDA in big bold letters, and planted it by the main campfire. Have to see it sometime, right? Couldn't miss it.

To pass the time, he was cooking some hotdogs over a little fire.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack had packed up his stuff to move over to the cabins; he was resting his feet on his duffel, still mentally kicking himself that he never met his Little Sibling.

Just ignore the sandwich he'd poached from the common room. It spoiled the introspective mood.

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Having ~~handwavily~~ rescheduled with Hinata, Triela arrived at the range early Thursday morning. The timing was actually pretty good, she thought, as it gave her a little bit of time to collect her thoughts. Things were getting pretty chaotic what with the graduating people and all the guests.

She shook her head as she checked over her gear. It was interesting to consider that last year she hadn't been bothered at all by the thought of people leaving. She wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but apparently she'd actually managed to forge some emotional connections.

Imagine that.

[Open if you like.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Last night, Robin had gotten his Gremlin mask, and then ventured into the ventilation system in search of the Gremlins, armed with a note-pad.

This morning, the small fuzzy creature that emerged from the vents was not a talking frog. Well it was, but he didn't know that.

Dear Nephew, Traveling Matt wrote in his journal, I have just emerged from the strange shiny caves into a region of Outer Space that the Silly Creatures use as their nesting ground.

[Open post is open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

After a certain wakeup call, Jack had arranged the furniture in the Common Room to approximate the inside of a semi: two small chairs and a couch facing the TV as the driver's seat and the sleeper cab, the rest of the chairs and couches in an arrangement as the trailer, as Jack was determined to drive his load all through the day and night, if need be, steering around obstacles with his dinner-plate steering wheel.

[open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Well, this was certainly interesting, what with the Prom, the kids, and now this.

"Okay, listen up. Plates are here, sandwiches are here, and one handful of chips. You guys don't get to touch the soda, let me do it," Jack said, laying out all the sandwiches and fixin's for a home-style sandwich breakfast before the hellions decided to tear the place up again. At least they had 'helped' bring the stuff outside without dropping anything.

"Now I know why Dad's never home," he muttered.

"Hey! I heard that! Mooom!" Someone who looked suspiciously like a wee!Burton with four small forehead horns was giving her father A Look.

"Help!" Jack protested, knowing he was not going to win.

[Open! Moddable sandwiches for all!]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela had done an inventory the night before so today it had been a simple matter to grab her gear and head up to the roof.

She spread her gear out and looked over it again. Rappelling harnesses, carabiners, a few hundred-foot lengths of rope... She had everything she needed. She began looking around the roof looking for decent places to secure the ropes while she waited for her partner in crime to show up.

[It's an open, if non-emo-y roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by. Or see dangling people (so not dirty!). OCD ~~on the way~~ now complete.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

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

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

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

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela's plans for today consisted of a whole lot of nothing.

She actually had absolutely no problem with that, and was kicking back, making the most of her free time stretched out on a couch with a large mug of coffee, a sort-of breakfast of microwave popcorn (which she had not burnt, and smelt amazing, thank you) and a book. At least it wasn't trash about hot men in spandex this time. Call it personal growth.

Weekends were really just made for this sort of thing.

[[open common room is open!]]

raspberryturk

There was a very large black bird outside of the dorms today, looking a little bit proud and a little bit cranky as he stomped his way back and forth across the lawn, looking for all the world as though he wanted to go inside the building.

Doorknobs, however, were an evil invention, and this particular bird was not going to lower himself to using his beak in order to try to tackle it. It was a very heavyset beak, after all. Hardly made for things like fine motor skills. And anyhow, he ate with that beak.

And so, instead of attempting the door, he was going to just stomp around some more.

And occasionally peck at the cereal on the ground. Yes, it made him look like a chicken, but Reno the black Chocobo wasn't exactly sure what he'd do if he managed to make his way inside to a kitchen anyhow.

[Open lawn is open!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela looked almost happy enough to be whistling merrily when she arrived to set up for club today. She wasn't the whistling sort, so of course she didn't actually whistle, but she still looked like she might bust out at any moment.

Usually her first order of business was normally to go through her gun cases, but today things were a bit different. Before anything else she hung up a poster. It was an extremely precisely drawn (if thoroughly boring) two-column affair. "Paint ball" and "Laser tag" were written neatly at the top with a line drawn between them and plenty of space under them.

"Write your name under whichever activity sounds more fun to you," she told people as they began to arrive.

Yep. Someone looked a bit smug.

lovemykilt

Priestly had had every intention of hiding in his room after his class today, but he didn't have any food in the room, and, well, Malcolm hadn't exactly eaten much while lost in the closet yesterday.

Holy crap, how was he ever going to live that down? He'd figured out quick enough that other students had had the same sort of experience over the weekend, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who'd ended up stupid enough not to be able to find their way out of a tiny room with only one door.

So, anyway, here he was in the common room, cooking up massive amounts of steak and cheese sandwiches for anyone who might happen to stop by. Nothing said "please don't remember me as the preppie idiot I've spent the last six months trying very hard to avoid being seen as" better than a whole lot of greasy, steaming meat and cheese.

[ooc: open! Come join the punk in "omgwtf"ery!]

blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com

Viki was sprawled out on her stomach, on the ground with a pillow serving to add comfort, the illusion box was turned on and prattling about music, while she idly flipped through a bunch of magazines, absently doodling extra mustaches on some of the celebrities. It wasn’t that she was bored, oh no, she was just deviating from her routine. Normally she’d be at the beach, just wandering, and well, she’d wanted a change.

This was a nice and easy one. Nevermind that it wasn't her common room, that was part of the change.

And eating cookies straight from the box. As you do. She certainly did after all.

[Open, of course!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had seen the notice on the wall, and snickered. "The revolution will be rinse-cycled." Someone was pretty funny.

She changed her opinion about half an hour later, when she came back from playing video games in the rec room to put her clothes in the dryer.

"HEY!" Socks and underwear gone. She stared at the notice on the wall again, and decided that the revolutionary sock-and-underwear thieves were going to pay.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

He wasn't pouting.

He was cooking, throwing whatever he could find into some sort of colossal stir fry, but he wasn't pouting.

He did, however, have two burger patties reserved if a certain girl with a horned forehead came by.

"Can't believe I forgot about Wednesday," he kept muttering.

wantstodirect

The best thing about the end of the holidays? TV shows off hiatus. Tony had chips and soda and was back to his usual Wednesday spot on the couch to watch Darkest Night.

It occurred to him once he got settled that he probably should have picked up some alcohol. Because tonight was Episode Nine. The one that would make the "Beer Bad" episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker look like a work of genius.

Tonight, Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant had to face... the Mold Man. With bonus Charlemagne flashbacks.

[Open! Episode Nine: possibly the worst TV episode ever. About Darkest Night.]

Current Mood: amused

lovemykilt

Priestly, being generally an upbeat guy, had shaken off most of the funk he was in yesterday. So when he finally ~~finished his beauty routine, omg~~ got out of bed, he headed for the common room, dug up some steak-ums, cheese, and bread, and set about cooking up some steak and cheese sandwiches.

He had to practice for working the diner tomorrow, right?

His hair was spiked up high in double rows of alternating red and blue -- which nicely matched the torn-up-and-pinned-back-together sleeveless blue and red plaid flannel he was wearing, which in turn totally complimented the acid-washed, holey jeans.

The dishtowel he had tied around his waist in lieu of an apron clashed with the rest of the outfit, though.

[ooc: open! We've got an 800 page Taxpayer Advocate report to Congress to work on, so I'll need distracting.]

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