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vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was trotting up the stairs again, the same as yesterday, the major difference being that he was in his own body. His journey had some urgency, as he remembered exactly where he'd gone to sleep - with Molly - which meant, presumably, that Jack had woken up with her.

This was not sitting well at all.

[ooc: post is for one person, and I bet you can't guess who. Last one, I promise.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Jack, in his rather pleasant new body, had been for a

handwavy

run around the island, and now he was was sprawled on the couch in the common room, shirtless. Seeing as he'd promised Karal he'd behave, he was avoiding temptation by staying away from Cedric, at least for the moment.

Flipping through the channels on the TV, he couldn't settle on anything, but he had the remote, so, "Channel surfing it is."

[ooc: *cough* Ignore that brief timeslip that temporarily hurled the common room forward one day. It's been fixed now.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Karal really had no idea where he was going, other than far away from where he'd been - he was still bright red. Oh, Sunlord. There'd been naked, and cuddling, and NAKED, and this body had its own ideas about how it should move and it felt all wrong and he wasn't happy.

He'd be scared if he wasn't so embarrassed.

He walked up the stairs, moving carefully, because his mind thought he was shorter than he was, and he kept tripping.

[ooc: locked to one person (I wonder who?!) and I stop spamming now]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

First thing Jack did was post the rules --

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

--with the extra care he always showed when a particular person was with him. Satisfied with its placement, he started getting out the safety gear.

[ooc: the gun range, she is open, but Jack's thread with Cedric locked to them, thank you.]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

After returning to the dorms from her job at the hotel, River decided that she needed something else than a quiet Friday night. Guns weren't quiet. She could also use some practise. When arriving at the shooting range, she posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

She picked up her Navy Colt, handling the weapon delicately.

[Open!]

Current Mood: calm

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

There was a rather cranky Jack in the common room this morning, and he was cursing a certain temporary Principal under his breath. He was bruised from falling on his...posterior when the floating spell had worn off. The shirt she'd cursed him with he'd thrown in the garbage and contemplated setting fire too, and he was still fighting the urge to scratch his chest (though he was prepared to admit that might just be in his head).

What wasn't in his head, however, were the scratches and redness from yesterday's magic induced attack of the itchies, scattered all over that part of the body traditionally covered by a shirt.

And no, he wasn't wearing one. He was giving serious thought, as he sat on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, to never wearing one ever again. Just to make a point.

[ooc: it is a common room of openness!]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

It would probably be better, all things considered, if Jeff never ever talked to Jack ever again.

As it was, he was standing (well, hanging over the back of the couch) in the common room, watching television, wearing shorts and a naked cat (on his shoulder, not anywhere dirty), and not really much else.

He was watching nature documentaries again. He may have been explaining a few mildly obscene things to Prince Oscar Pedro in the process.

[ Open. Chad's cat modded with permission. I'll be around for the next hour, should anyone actually be up, then pick up any potential dangly pings when I get home, which will probably be right about when everybody gets up ]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

The first thing Jack did upon entering the Range was post the Safety Rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

He might have posted them with a little more care than he usually did. And, for once, he didn't immediately grab his guns. Instead, he spread his arms wide and said, "Welcome to the Shooting Range. What do you think?"

[ooc: Gun Range is open, thread with Cedric and Jack locked to them, please.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had started the morning by taking himself for a run. A long run, out through the preserve, then down along the beach, through town and back to the dorms.

Clutching a bottle of water, he flopped onto the couch, feeling as close as he ever got to virtuous, happy to simply sprawl here, lazy and shirtless, contemplating the possibility of doing exactly nothing for the rest of the day.

[ooc: open of course! Thread with River locked to them, thanks.]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

Today was a day for gym practise, River decided, but not for fighting - unless anyone should ask her for sparring, of course. She made her way to the middle of the floor, and stood still for a moment before starting to move, mixing cheer moves with a few punches and some dance steps. She found a rhythm to it, as if there was some kind of music playing in the room.

[open, of course!]

Current Mood: energetic

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had stopped only long enough for a cup of coffee and a phone call before heading out to the range. Some habits die hard, so he posted the rules as soon as he arrived:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

Retrieving his 9mm from the weapons locker, he appropriated an alley and glared at his hand - the one Cedric had healed - when he realised it was still weak.

He had to get the painblocker out, so he could figure out how much damage was left, but it could wait. Donning safety gear, he slid a clip into the 9mm and started firing, grinning as he emptied the clip, reloaded, swapped hands, and did it again.

[ooc: open! I will be going to bed soon, but SP is love. Or at least a one night stand.]

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!]

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.]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River posted the safety rules for the first time.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

She'd never been on her own here before, but it felt like a good step. Perhaps the practise itself wasn't as essential as reminding herself what she could do when she had to. She enjoyed this.

On her return she'd brought the Navy Colt Jane had given her to the weapon's locker, and now she picked it up, slowly turning the weapon in one hand.

[Shooting range is open, but thread with River and Jack locked to them.]

Current Mood: happy

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

From the dorm roof you got a good view of the result of the alien attack.. Perhaps not the most uplifting thing to look at, or a pretty sight, but River found the location fitting. She'd called Jack like she had told him she would, asking him to join her here, and now she was just standing there, waiting, leaning against the edge of the roof.

She'd brought food, in this case more than enough pizza for the two of them, and drink, which had been a more difficult choice. She'd ended up with sparkling wine of the non-alcoholic kind, the lack of alcohol due to the fact that she had no intention of falling asleep early tonight. In addition to this she'd brought a few blankets as well as proper plates and glasses from the common room kitchen.

But food wasn't the most important thing she'd planned for this night. Having borrowed a CD-player and an assortment of CD's, she'd hoped there would be something suitable for dancing to. Not that music was really essential - she could always listen to it in Jack's mind - but it was a lot more fun. For once, she'd also made an effort with her appearance and actually enjoyed it. She wore one of her newer dresses, a red one that Buffy had suggested to her. Her hair was arranged using the hairpin that Parker had given her - the beads on it moved nicely when dancing - and she wore the opal pendant Jack had given her for Christmas. Bare feet had perhaps been an unwise choice considering there were some debris from the blown-up buildings lying around, but she chose not to worry about that.

River smiled to herself and traced a pattern in the dust on the roof edge with the tip of her finger.

[Roof is open as a roof. Thread to Jack and River locked to them.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had made a ~~handwavy~~ trip into town for supplies this morning, which he'd laid out on the kitchen counter. Everything one might need to make Devil's Food Cake. And everything one might need to make another, in case the first one went horribly wrong.

Sam was going to successfully cook something today if it killed him.

Why cake? It seemed appropriate given it was Sam's birthday, and there were two small packages sitting on the counter next to one of the bowls, wrapped in shiny silver paper.

Now all he needed was a Sam.

[ooc: open of course, just with very minor OCD. First thread locked to Sam, thanks. Now with cake!! Come and celebrate Sam's birthday and the survival of the common room!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was sprinkling something on the floor of the common room.

The stuff had finally arrived in today's mail, along with a letter he refused to think about, and he was testing it before he did the entire room, which was why a corner of the kitchen floor was looking rather whiter than usual. Satisfied it was covered, he grabbed a jug of water and poured it over the powder.

It instantly became ice. "All right!"

Jack shoved all the furniture against the walls, stacking it as necessary, ran downstairs to grab a hose from the front lawn, dragged it upstairs, hooked it to the kitchen sink, coated the floor in powder and then leapt up onto the counter to to spray it with water.

It didn't take long before he was standing in what was effectively an indoor ice rink. Grinning gleefully, he hopped off the counter, scrabbled briefly for balance, then pushed off the wall to slide gracefully across the room. "Don't even need skates."

[ooc: Open like a common room, and here's the thing: the ice will melt directly to a harmless gas, as in the movie Real Genius (but there will be no Madam Curie look alike contest), causing absolutely no damage to the room. The room will be moddably foggy as time progresses and the ice will be completely gone in, say, an hour!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It didn't take long to get from Jack's room to the common room if you were running really, really fast, and he and Sam pelted through the door at exactly the same time.

Jack dropped her hand and danced a little dance of triumph. "Told you you weren't faster than me!"

( Cut for length and a wee bit of a mess! )

[ooc: preplayed with the still fabulous

carter_i_am 'cause of possible availability issues. Post is totally open! Common room is totally open! And messy! And there's still some 'waffle batter' in the bowl and the waffle maker is on, so there can totally be more waffles!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It was morning. Dawn was just breaking. Jack was awake.

His last class ever - not that he was thinking about that, nope, not at all - wasn't until later, so where he should be was curled up in his bed. But he'd slept badly and woken early, so where he was was standing on the lawn outside the dorms, staring warily at the sky. It looked like a storm might be rolling in.

Jack stretched, shook himself all over, and started to run. Long, slow strides as he warmed up, making his way down the mostly empty streets until he hit the beach where he sped up, running easily, veering down to dodge the waves. Reaching the end, he pushed himself up and over the rocks, nimble footed as he made the top and stopped to stare out over the ocean. It looked dark and cold, reflecting the grey clouds.

You can only do that for so long before you start to feel stupid, though, so - feeling stiff and sore, because it had been a long time since he'd run - Jack jogged slowly back to where he'd started. Panting, he threw himself down on the ground under a tree, flopped onto his back, and watched the sky, wondering if the storm would arrive.

[ooc: open if you like but will be SP, 'cause I go sleeps very soon.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

the_merriest

After Hamlet's party, Rikku wandered into the third floor Common Room, fiddling idly with the TV thing and wondering if Hades had been making up those Jeopardy clouds after all.

She quickly got frustrated with the remote, which wasn't working at all, for no discernible reason. "What is wrong with you, anyway?!" she asked it angrily. "And why is nothing ever on? How can you have that many channels and all of them be boring? And where are those stupid Jeopardy clouds?! Was he just teasing?! Why don't I get to play with that fun question thing? Heyyyy ... did it just start??"

[OOC: Open. Question game is in full effect, please come play! And the remote? The batteries are dead, she just doesn't know to check that.]

Current Mood: frustrated

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Finals started tomorrow, so Jack was - surprisingly enough - studying.

He was doing it in a very Jack way, though. He'd claimed the biggest couch in the first floor lobby as his own and was currently sprawled across it, shirtless, sucking on a lollipop while he flipped through a textbook.

Propped up at each end of the couch was ( a sign which read-- )

"Worried about Finals?

Lick a Seahorse for Luck!

The table next to him held several empty coffee cups, with books and notes piled haphazardly next to them, and sitting underneath it - where it wouldn't be immediately apparent to anyone walking past - was a large box, filled with lollipops that he would happily share.

[ooc: Open to all! Grab the chance to lick a Seahorse!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had stepped outside for a bit -- he needed some fresh air and a chance to clear his head. Two kids, and the existence of an apparent alternate universe where he was playing happy families - and apparently enjoying it - had weirded him out to the point he needed a minute or two to himself.

He walked away from the door to the dorms, circling around benches and trees, watching the ground while he tried to process.

[Jack's here for - wait for it - a kidlet! But open, though he'll be leaving once she arrives.]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.

[ooc: Open to everyone.]

Current Mood: content

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam was drafting plans for a cloaking device and trying to figure out how to graft it onto the swoop bike. The swoop bike itself was taunting her--it was sitting there, practically begging to be flown, and flown fast, but she couldn't take it with her (no matter where she ended up after graduation) if it was going to be visible. The technology was simply too advanced and too alien.

She also occasionally glanced at the rough sketches Luke had made of his speeder, and was wondering if she should start over and install the cloak on the speeder.

"Hmmmm."

[ooc: Post is open!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Finishing dinner preparations had allowed Isabel a little time to process everything she'd learned during the day. Hopefully with the information she and Parker had given Professor Phale ~~to be played out in a bit~~, he'd be able to stop Lana, Phoebe and Marie before they messed with anyone else's head.

But for now Isabel focused on dinner with friends and that meant cooking rice and setting out toppings to go with the huge pot of chili on the stove.

Current Mood: thoughtful

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Isobel had called in sick to work again as she wasn't about to take the chance that Millie would realize what was going on. Not when they were so close to achieving their objective. But she wasn't going to stay in the room with Mr. Snuggly either. So she was out in front of the dorms, going over her list of ingredients she'd need for the opening spell and making notes. Yes, it might be a bit cold, but it was simple enough to keep herself warm with a spell. Her spell book remained safely tucked away in her backpack as she was unwilling to let it far from her sight.

[OOC: Thread with Jack is locked to them and NFB except that they ran into each other, please. Post is open before and after that if someone wants to run into Witch!Lana. Just mark thread, please. :) ]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Isobel had to admit that she was getting a bit bored with Jack. Yes, his skill was impeccable, but honestly, to need to direct him in every action? Still, he was here and she was bored. The spell materials were all collected, the telephone calls to Phoebe and Marie had been made.

So she was curled up with him on the couch, letting him put his talented mouth and hands to work. She'd thought about taking him somewhere more private, but she was savoring the anticipation of having him and Connor together. Yes, the waiting would definitely make the sex sweeter. And in the meantime... the boy could definitely kiss.

[OOC: ETA: Open for anyone who wants to come interact with Witch!Lana, just make it after Jack and Sam have left.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had slept in gloriously late. After a cup of coffee, he'd stumbled down to the computer labs clutching another, with the intention of emailing Parker. It seemed safer than phoning, somehow. Not that Parker'd have her phone on anywhere its ring would cause a problem, but hey, in his sleep hungover brain, emailing just seemed to make more sense.

( sendin' emails )

After hitting send he tipped his chair back, smirking as he put his feet on the desk and sipped his coffee. If she was around, that last line would definitely get a response.

[ooc: open, of course!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Robert Goulet was stealthing through the hallways.

Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.

Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!

He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.

[Okayyy! I lack photoshop-fu like woah, so Jack's just Jack with a really bad fake moustache. Seriously, it's bad, held on with tape or something. But he thinks he's Robert Goulet. Ping in here with a link if he can come into your post-lunch post and mess with your stuff! Or just throw a comment here to run into him in the hallways - and specify please if they're carrying stuff with which to mess - or for your character's room if you wish your stuff to be messed with there, and he shall arrive!

No matter what they do, he will react as if your character was near comatose from low blood sugar. He can only be banished by eating something (it doesn't have to be nuts)! Then he will flee, flee from his bane! Or, you know, wander off if he gets bored.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:

Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!

Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: weird

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

It had been said that Samantha Carter was a genius. One of the best minds of her generation.

Which may have been completely negated by the fact that she was outside in a pair of running leggings and a sweatshirt, her arms extended and head tipped back as she let the rain pour over and around her. She'd been taught to come in out of the rain, of course, but she just didn't care. The cold rain felt cleansing, and after digging up memories earlier while talking to Anakin, she needed that.

[ooc: Post is open to anyone who wants to play rain tag, jump in puddles, take a shower, start a mud fight, try to drag Sam inside, or catch pneumonia.]

Current Mood: soggy

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Tuesday. Jack had no classes. Even if he had, he wouldn't have gone.

The rules were posted --

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

-- and he had a line of clips laid out in front of him. Aim, empty the clip, eject it, slip in a new one, repeat ad infinitum.

His hands were starting to hurt, so was his shoulder, but he was still smooth and quick, completely lost in the action. Not thinking.

It was even better than drinking for blocking thought, and it came without the attendant stupidity.

[open, of course.]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam was on the floor of the garage next to her swoop bike, surrounded by parts--half clean, half filthy--a rag, and assorted tools. She was currently busy filing down a part she'd designed and cast for the propulsion system, trying to smooth all the rough edges before she replaced it.

So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.

[ooc: Open to all.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Mice, as it turned out, weren't big on sleeping for long stretches at a time. This explained why Jack had squeezed under Cedric's door, exploring his way down the hallway, sniffing at each door until he ended up in the common room.

It took awhile, but he eventually managed to climb up onto the couch and scamper over to the remote control. //Okay, I can do this.//

Bouncing up and down on the power button eventually turned the TV on, and he used both paws to change the channel. He paused, twitching his whiskers, as the screen was suddenly filled with mice. Cute mice. //The Saviours, huh?//

Jack curled up on top of the remote to watch the story of two heroic mice, who obviously had a severe case of UST, nibbling on a bit of popcorn he'd found under one of the pillows.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Having woken early, Jack decided to put his newly healed state to the test and take himself for a run. About halfway in, he realised that Katara had been absolutely right: he wasn't completely healed.

He was enjoying being able to move freely too much to care - and he was healed enough that all he felt was a dull ache - so he kept running, doing a rough circuit down to the beach and back, ending up in the first floor lobby.

Panting heavily, because it had been a very long time since he'd run, he grabbed a bottle of water and sprawled out on one of the couches, grinning up at the ceiling.

[open, of course!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had woken early, sore but happy, and for some reason restless. Not wanting to disturb Sam, he got dressed and took himself outside for a walk.

It was cold, but the morning was bright and crisp, and Jack was lost in thought as he wandered through the grounds. He was mostly oblivious to his surroundings, paying only enough attention to keep himself from tripping over or running into anything.

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

The second floor common room looked more like nap time at a pre-school than the coolest common room in the dorms. That would be because there were blankets, pillows, the cushions from the couches and some foam pads set out around the room, forming comfy nests for wee tiny people to curl up in and sleep.

Jack - who was still wearing his kitty ears and had whiskers drawn on his cheeks - was there to tuck Emma in, but he'd be happy to do the same for any wee tiny people who wanted to spend the night.

[ooc: open of course, for wee tinies and others!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It was Valentine's day. Jack had it on good authority that it was a day dedicated to love and romance, the inevitable outcome of which was pretty much always sex. That made it his kind of day, and - seeing as he hadn't done anything for his birthday yesterday - he'd decided to do something for Valentine's Day.

Which was why he'd picked up some ~~handwavy~~ supplies after Spy Tech, and commandeered the second floor common room kitchen for the making of pancakes. Heart shaped pancakes, in fact.

This is not easy to do when you've only got the use of one arm, the left one being tucked away in a sling to keep it from moving around. But he was managing, sort of, accompanied by occasional swearing as he missed a flipped pancake.

There was strawberry syrup, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and lots of whip cream (though it was the kind that came in a can) along with a slowly growing stack of pancakes.

[ooc: open of course - heart shaped pancakes for all!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was looking very amused as he opened the range and posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

He was shooting while he waited for Irulan, concentrating on speed and accuracy, figuring more practice before the weekend's little jaunt could only be a good thing.

[ooc: Jack's here for Irulan, but open for all your weapony or inspectiony needs. Work promises to be GAH so I may be slow.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

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Jack had slept in, which surprised him, because he hadn't expected to fall asleep at all. Having Sam and Cedric inside him ~~NOT DIRTY!~~ had kept him warm, must have been enough to lull him to sleep.

They'd been reluctant to let him go to class, and if it had been anyone's but the Doctor's he wouldn't have bothered. But it was, and he didn't want to miss it.

So now he was walking to Survival Tactics. Slowly, because sleep or not, he was cold, exhausted and trying not to walk through things. And occasionally getting distracted by the fact that he could see the floor through his feet.

[ooc: Jack's here for a couple of people, and a shadow, but open!]

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Jack was cold, he was shaky, and all he wanted was to get to his room. So much so he didn't notice the door to the dorms felt squishy, like his hands weren't quite touching it.

Halfway to the second floor, he paused, slowly turning to look behind him. Maybe the stairs hadn't been such a good idea. He was all alone, and there was a lot of darkness in here. Darkness that was getting closer.

The shadows slammed through him, no finesse, no subtlety, and he hit the stairs on his hands and knees, gasping with shock. A little voice in his head was yelling at him to get up and run. He gritted his teeth and obeyed, using hands as much as feet to scramble up the stairs.

They hit him again and he shuddered violently, half lunging, half collapsing, through the second floor exit, jerking his feet out of the way as shadows trailed around his legs and disappeared back into the stairwell.

Breathing hard, he stood, freezing and light-headed. Hell, he felt almost light-bodied as he reached his room and went to open the door. Pity his hand went right through the knob. He stared and tried again, with both hands. It steadfastly refused to be grabbed, and he could see it through his hand. He could see the floor through his legs, the walls through his arms.

This could not be good.

Refusing to give in to panic, Jack walked slowly down the hall to Sam's room.

[ooc: mainly establishy, but if your character's around, feel free to have them react to mostly transparent Jack. He's going to ignore them, though, as he's very focused.]

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Jack hadn't seen Parker's email; even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared. He didn't want to stay in his room and, despite the cold, the roof seemed the place to go.

In an effort to make the cold less noticeable, he'd ~~handwavily~~ made a trip into town for supplies and was now the proud owner of a large flask of green drink. Sweet, potent, warming green drink.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the side, bundled into his long black coat, he was sipping from the flask and looking out over the island. As the level in the flask dropped, the faint sounds of ting-a-ling-a-ling could be heard, drifting out into the night.

[ooc: Open, as roofs are. I'll be slow, though, because of work.]

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Jack had given Irulan a call yesterday, and arranged to meet her at the range for practice after he got out of Spy Tech.

He conscientiously posted the rules (mostly because if he didn't, he had a feeling Parker would know, and visit unspecified harm upon him) -

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

- then geared up, grabbed a gun, and amused himself by trying to hit the target with one eye closed while he waited for Irulan.

It wasn't going well.

[ooc: Jack's waiting for Irulan, but completely open!]

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The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of ~~Disney~~ narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

Current Mood: Broody

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Jack had crashed out early Thursday night, with the predictable result that he woke up in the wee hours of Friday morning.

Since staying in the dorms held absolutely no appeal, he got up, got dressed, (deciding a shirt was unfortunately necessary given the weather), threw on his swoopy coat, and headed out into the night.

A sudden break in the clouds left him staring up into the sky, and he lay down on top of a picnic table, hands folded behind his head, and tried to figure out which star was Parker's.

[ooc: open! But thread with Jack and Parker locked to them, please.]

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Jack had left a ~~handwavy~~ message for Irulan to meet him at the gun range in the morning, then left a second ~~equally handwavy~~ message telling her how to find it. And not to wear any headdresses, hats, or other ornamental headgear.

He arrived early and made sure the rules were posted in plain view -

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

- then started going through the weapons locker, selecting the best gun for Irulan to start with.

[ooc: Jack's here for

irulan_corrino, but open for all your gun range requirements!]

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