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saveonpostage.livejournal.com

The locker door opened and dropped out a bedraggled, angry hag of a woman in a lab coat and a frankly fabulous hat.

"Why do we even have that lever?" she demanded to the air as she ripped off her goggles.

She glanced around the hallway. "And where am I?"

Yzma was back, and abusing the heck out italics. Look out, everyone.

[OOC: Open to anyone else wanting to come in through the locker, or hapless folks wandering around...]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

It was Sunday morning, and after a week of ~~largely handwavy~~ moping about, Wesley woke up and felt like brunch was in order. And it seemed as though Fandom agreed with him, because by the time he was finished retrieving food he'd had delivered and preparing some himself, the end result was a quantity quite a bit larger than what he'd intended.

So -- brunch, then. There were caffeinated beverages, there was juice, there was ~~moddable~~ brunch-type food, and Wesley would just be sitting here and hoping that other people would show up because really, this was just ridiculous.

[[idk. i'm bored. open common room!]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. ~~Or to get tested.~~ So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.

notmyownage

"HELLO!" Claudia greeted her non-existent internet audience. "Today on my drunk kitchen, we're going to make . . . meatballs." She nodded seriously, pouring herself a finger of apple cider.

It was nonalcoholic cider, but she wasn't about to let that stop her.

"The firsht thing you need to know about makin' meatballs is that they're made of meat." She nodded firmly, gesturing with her glass of cider. "The second thing is . . . what was . . . they're ball-shaped. I conshidered making salad, but thass not -- it doesn't take any kitcheninginginging. Ing."

Oh, this would go well.

[ooc: Open! Starring Claudia as Hannah Hart of My Drunk Kitchen fame. Only sans icon because I didn't think of this until after I got to work. Come watch her antics! And maybe keep her from burning anything down!]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Know what was almost as cool as the world not ending? Being completely done with everything you needed to do. World? Saved. Joni? Fed. Standford application? Completed and fired off. Lilly, Jackson and Daddy? Texted, and they were fine, thanks for asking. So now Miley was going to move on to things that she didn't need to do but really wanted to do, and the first of those was baking. Specifically, Pig Pickin' Cake.

So she turned on the TV for background noise -- ooh, that awesome Tim Burton movie was on -- and got to work mixing batter, humming a little to herself as she worked. YAY.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It had been a long day, at the end of a long weekend, at the end of a long week, and so on. So Bruce was pleased enough to take it easy for a night and head to the common room. But that was just a cover for something he really wanted to test.

When Bruce made his contributions to remembering everything back into existence, he cheated in one area and changed one small detail in the dorms. Bruce turned the television on and flipped channels freely.

He won.

That - and the overall return of Fandom, his home reality, his cave, and apparently all other realities - meant that he was even willing to compromise from his habit of watching true crime documentaries by watching a stupid-looking Christmas movie about a con. Why not? Twas the season, after all.

[OOC: TAKE THAT, TV! Ahem. The common room is open, naturally.]

solo_sword

Jaina told herself she'd claim one of the empty rooms tonight when she felt like getting some sleep, but let's face it. She wouldn't get any sleep at all even if she tried. So instead she camped herself out in the lobby, partly because she could see from where she was sitting what, if anything, was going on in what was left of outside, and partly because after years of being out of school (technically) taking over one of the common rooms felt weird.

She doubted the TV worked, and it wasn't like she had anything except a comm and phone that wouldn't work to distract her, so for the love of Pete, someone get down here and give her something to do that wasn't just trying not to think of what and who wasn't there anymore.

[Open if anyone's still around!]

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Jack had spent the entire day at the library... finding nothing. And after a hard day of finding nothing, Jack decided that the best way to blow off some steam was to get some gun practice in.

Truth be told, he hadn't fired a gun in a long time. In fact in all his time in Eureka, Jack wasn't sure there was time he had actually fired a gun.

Missles. Lasers. Javelins. Arrows. Sure. But not his gun.

He loaded up his 9 millimeter, posted his target and started to shoot.

"Man, I wish Jo was here."

momslilassassin

Ben was hoping he'd get ALL the extra-credit for this, as well as the thanks of his grandfather for saving his droid babies from makeovers, experiments in being flung from a window and whatever else the now-small Ethics class would come up with to torture their homework.

Which was why he had a sign (that he would be happy to explain to the non-readers) that read:

I'LL TRADE YOU A LOLLIPOP FOR YOUR DROID BABY

It was worth a try, anyway.

wwiii

Sometimes, Fandom's fraternity leaders liked to have nice, easy, low-key frat meetings, like the ones with the video games or the zombie movie marathon.

Sometimes, they liked to do more exciting things, like that one week with the go-karts.

And then there were weeks like this one. Weeks where both leaders had found themselves punching the crap out of things, and the mood kind of had a weird way of carrying over. That was why the frat boys were meeting at the gym today. That was why there was padding set out for all and sundry. That was why there were lanes marked off around the periphery of the gym. And that was why each boy who came in for the meeting today was being sized up for rollerskates and helmets.

Tony still had a colorful, but fading bruise covering half his face, but was grinning like a loon over the rollerskates. Because someone had weird likes. “Today we’re going to give a shot at a roller derby,” he said cheerfully. “Which, for those who don’t know what it is, is a little like bumper cars without the safety of the car.”

Why yes, yes he was insane.

"Essentially," Warren chimed in, also blissfully insane, "you skate around the track and try to knock people off of it. So, if you're going to be participating, you had better be wearing the safety gear. I mean, I am." And he had a healing factor. The rest of you probably weren't so lucky. "This is supposedly mostly a girls' sport. But I'm willing to bet that we can handle it too, huh?"

Yes. Yes, he was totally appealing to manly ego. Warren was a cheater like that.

[Open frat!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

angelo_wings

Rinoa was sitting on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, surrounded by several thick books. Most of them were propped open with torn papers crammed inside, with scrawled notes about sovereignty and the illegal use of force. If it looked like she was doing research, well ... she was. Just not for school.

She was also in the process of becoming very upset at the cable channels she could find. There was a History channel, and it was showing ... something about dangerous roads. That was history? Seriously, where were the shows about military invasions?! Okay, fine, there had to be other educational channels, right?

She flipped through and found a show about a pregnant stripper, a way too tanned medium, some weird shocking incidents caught on tape, and a really detailed show about how to live off the grid, which -- while fascinating -- was not exactly relevant, and was somehow the only one that even counted as remotely educational.

She was seriously going to write a letter to ... to ... whoever was in charge of educational television, to tell them how badly they were doing with it and make them try harder to fix it, except she didn't have time right now. She'd settle for flipping channels and glaring at it and maybe hoping people would come in that she could commiserate with. Or else ask about military strategy. One or the other.

(open like a CR, bbs)

Current Mood: cranky

wasthecuteone

The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))

wwiii

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

wasthecuteone

Petra was, she would readily admit, not what one would call a great cook. She could do the basics and maybe even get a little creative from time to time, and she could catch and clean a fish and cook it over the campfire like a pro, but she wasn't about to start whipping out five-course gourmet meals. But she was pretty confident in her ability to follow directions, and she'd been poking around on the internet earlier when she found the perfect recipe for the club fair tomorrow: cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes, but rainbow cupcakes. They were so cute, so cheerful, so on-theme, so delicious!

Sure, there were a lot of fiddly steps involved in making the layers come out right, but as long as she took her time and read through carefully, and didn't freak out when some of the yellow batter somehow got in her hair, it was all good. She even made the frosting, although she was tempted to just use Funfetti. Also, her apron was super cute, if she did say so herself.

((Open common room is open! But Petra'll swat your hand with a spatula if you try to take one of her cupcakes. They're for tomorrow.

Well. Maybe if you're really nice she'll let you sample one for quality control.))

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Jack really was loving his schedule this semester. Why? Because he had a four day weekend.

So after finishing up at the radio station, he swung by J'GOB's and the Perk before settling down in the common room. Apparently fate was in Jack's corner today because instead of evil TV Programming, the TV was letting him watch a ~~whatever the meta is for~~ Three Stooges marathon.

Coffee. Doughnuts. Three Stooges.

Yep. This weekend was looking up.

[Open Common room is open!]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan knew that this place was much different than her own world- it still felt strange to think of it that way but she supposed that was the best way to put it- and she was determined to adapt as quickly as possible. The most glaring differences were the technological ones, and so she'd started there.

She'd quickly decided that anyone who took longer than five seconds to deduce what a light switch was for and how to work it was an idiot. With that accomplished, she moved on to the common room, testing out whatever it was she didn't immediately recognize and see if she couldn't figure it out. To her surprise, it hadn't been difficult to work anything. It was almost as if she already knew how to turn these things on and make them go, which she knew was ridiculous. She'd never seen these devices before, so there was no way that she would know how to operate them, and therefore they just had to be simple to operate.
The only thing that was causing any trouble at all was the television. Susan knew that pushing the button would make it turn on, and she'd figured out that pushing these other buttons would make whatever was on the screen change. Of course, anyone coming into the room would find her doing so by standing next to the television and making the channels change that way. She was already deciding everything on this thing was drivel. There would never be any reason to learn to use the remote.

[Open!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had decided to venture out into the common room tonight, because even if she was a little psychotic when it came to school she was perfectly capable of enjoying the last few days of her break by not doing much. She could do what any other teenager would do on a Thursday night: order a totally shareable pizza, turn on the TV, and hang out.

The TV thing would be going a lot more smoothly if she could find anything on worth watching. Mostly it was just cartoons, or Reading Rainbow, or some too-cheerful program aimed towards teaching kids something or other. Given how the Hallmark commercials had brought her to tears that one day, she knew what Fandom was up to now.

Too bad she didn't figure that out before she got to Barney. ~~Or whatever meta-ly passes for it.~~"Oh nooo, I'm never getting this song out of my head."

[Open like a common room! I love you, you love me...]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Instead of the roof, this time Sam and Freddie had set up shop in the first floor rec room. Freddie had even set up a green screen for extra wackiness, along with all of his technical equipment so that they could both sync with Carly in Seattle and broadcast out across the web.

"Okay," Freddie said, pressing a few keys on his laptop. "We should be good to go in just a few minutes. You ready there in Seattle?"

"Freddie, which way do I point this camera?" Spencer said through the live feed from the West Coast. Freddie looked at the feed and saw a close-up of Spencer's mouth.

"The other way," he said, flatly.

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~. Open! Mainly for the co-host, but if anyone wants to walk in on the broadcast, they're welcome!]

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Jack was in a great mood. The Dodgers had beaten the pants (not literally) of the Marlins and he was now celebrating with a very large double cheeseburger and fries while trying to find something to watch on TV.

When he found was a strange show about a man trying to eat a five pound burrito plus sides just so he could win a t-shirt.

"That's just ridiculous," Jack said aloud to himself as he stuffed his mouth with food. "Who the hell could eat all that?"

[Open common room is open]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The drawback to having both his workshops early on in the week, Toby was finding, was that without something to do, the rest of the week got kind of boring. Funny how even with no classes at all, boredom had never been a problem when he'd been on the streets. Still, he'd take boredom over being cold and hungry any day.

So he'd wandered over to the common room, snagged someone's sandwich they'd left in the fridge and a half-full bag of chips he'd found tucked in the back of one of the cupboards, and flipped through the channels until he stumbled across one playing a rather distinctive theme along with an opening text-crawl.

Something seemed wrong, though- he'd seen these movies tons of times, and none of this was familiar- he frowned and checked the channel listing. "Space Battles: Part 1?" he frowned. "What the hell?"

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Sure, it was a bit chilly out despite being May. But that wasn't going to stop Tony from going up to the roof for ~~emo brooding~~ thoughtful contemplation. Like you do when you were a teenager in Fandom.

On the plus side, the sky was positively filled with stars with no light pollution to keep them from being seen. It was kinda cool if you asked him.

[[Open like a roof is!]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby had a stack of pizza boxes with him as he flopped down on the common room couch and flipped through the channels until he found one playing a marathon of the Death in a Fence movies.

One might ask how exactly a kid with no money to his name managed to afford enough pizza to feed several people other than himself. The answer? A few rounds of pool with the old guess-your-weight trick for good measure.

In any case, once again there was pizza and a Toby and a common room, and this time he'd be far more inclined to share.

necroslacker

Exploring Iceland had been fun enough (though he was sure his skin was still red in places from that hot spring) but Sam was really feeling the whole slacker in the guise of a couch potato thing tonight. He'd done well enough with that gig in Seattle, he figured he could transfer it to this place. Yeah, he wasn't the same slacker he was but he still knew how to loaf with the best of them.

Really, all that was required was some food (easily solved by ordering Chinese takeout, thank you island food places) and something good on the television. That was a little harder since there was a lot of crap on these days but Sam eventually settled on some cooking show that made him miss Ramon's mom's cooking.

Maybe he'd call Ramon and Frank a little later on and try to grease the wheels to see if he could get a care package sent out here or something. For now, the Chinese food would do.

[Open common room, open post]

Current Mood: lazy

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