fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with jack priest

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter didn't particularly want to gather a crowd, but making a campfire and tossing black snakes and firecrackers at it seemed particularly amusing today.

So yeah, there was definitely a bit of noise. Peter wasn't a blossoming pyro or anything, he was just a bored teenager. Anyone was definitely welcome to join him. He might even have some ~~moddable~~ extra bits of fireworks.

[ooc: Open like an open space!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't have classes until Thursday. Sure, that left him with all his shit to do during the last two days of the weekend but it was pretty freaking sweet right now. It meant he could do absolutely nothing or as much as he wanted without having to worry about a class.

Currently, he was filling all his free time with some good ole smoking. He'd even foregone sprawling out on the ledge so he could just sit up on it, feet dangling over the edge while he smoked. The sun was still out, it was still fairly nice and he was still in a fairly good mood. That didn't happen often. He knew why and, at those thoughts, couldn't help but pull out his phone and look through a few certain things.

Yep. Still in a good mood.

[open roof!]

Current Mood: good

wantstodirect

Tonight ~~by some wacky coincidence~~ was the airing of the season (and series) finale of Darkest Night and the last Monday Tony was going to spend in Fandom. He'd thought of getting some special foods for the occasion, but really, what could be better than pizza, pop, ice cream and popcorn? Plus, getting to see your best friend play Dead Girl #1 on TV!

[Open!]

Current Mood: nostalgic

bitten_notshy

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

glacial_queen

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!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitten_notshy

Jack had arranged his week to have a three-day weekend for ease of travel back and forth to Baltimore. Of course, now that he wasn't visiting Baltimore so much, it meant he had a long chunk of dead time at the end of every week. It bothered him.

Today, he was trying to fill that time in the common room. There was some rerun on the television -- a wacky doctor show, full of adults acting like children in ways intended to be humorous -- but Jack's attention was on a chess board he'd pried free from the back of the storage shelves. He didn't play chess regularly, but he was decent enough to find it a good mental exercise.

He was playing himself. Right now, the black side seemed to be winning, but Jack saw a way for his white pieces to regain their advantage.

[OOC: Open common room, natch.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The afternoon's venture out into the fog had left Dinah jumping at shadows and mildly unnerved. So heading to the roof to squint out at far-off, smudgy streetlights to convince herself there was nothing out there seemed like a good plan.

...did you hear that?

[open, and getting more jumpy by the minute]

bitten_notshy

Jack Dawson had found Rose, which was the kind of good that went beyond words like good and well into what might be termed the supercalifragelisticexpialidocious territory. He still wasn't sure about this place -- the time travel stuff was just freaking strange -- but the people seemed like they'd be good people to be around, mostly. Nobody except Cal had been snotty to him. And of course, Rose was there. Nothing could go too bad when Rose was around. Maybe he could get a job and stick around until he saved up enough money to get up to New York.

But all of that was for later.

For now, he sat at one of the tables outside the dormitory building, half-smoked cigarette clenched between his teeth as he enjoyed the sunshine and sketched anything that caught his eye. It wasn't serious artwork, but it helped to pass the time.

[OOc: Open patio, natch.]

Current Mood: cheerful

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.]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Classes for the week all well over, and Effy not really being the sort to go for unnecessary work, especially with half term (spring break, whatever) coming up, was out getting her unwinding kicked off a little early.

Might be cold, but it was at least pretty and sunshiney and cold, and Effy was lost in thought and idly picking petals off her now wilting Valentine's day flowers, dropping them off the roof and watching them float down and away in the light breeze. Everyone relaxed in different ways, and Effy always had been... unconventional, to say the least.

This time in a couple days she'd be in the fucking Bahamas. That was a pretty good thing to be musing on, wasn't it? Especially since it was bloody freezing right here, right now.

[[Open roof is totally open, but work induced SP may occur.]]

Current Mood: peaceful

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After getting into it with Griff last night, Alex had gone straight to the mainland. A few hours, a lot of alcohol and one warm bed later, he was back on the island, eating cereal and watching something mindless on television.

All things considered, his face didn't look too bad. A few bruises, a split lip, and some minor pain could be considered a minor success considering Griff and his stupid powers had sent him head first into his desk. Still, didn't mean he wasn't still pissed off. He was just trying not to show it.

Nope, he was fine. His classes were done, he had cereal, his hangover wasn't that bad, and he knew he'd gotten in a good few punches in on Griff. Just fine.

[of course it's open!]

Current Mood: lazy

vanillajello

It had been a weird, emotional few weeks. It had been a weird month. But nothing before compared to just how surreal Tuesday had turned out to be.

First of all, Kate had finally gotten a call from her old ballet instructor. Thursday next week, she was going to go to Baltimore to demonstrate her skill level to her potential new teacher, and if the woman liked her, she'd start taking private classes once a week.

Kate was supposed to be deliriously excited and cheerful right now. But she wasn't, and the reason was simple.

Tuesday was also the day Jason left.

...

Visitors to the gym shouldn't mind the girl standing by the barre in the dance studio, staring off into space while completely dance-inappropriate music blared. She was just trying to come to terms with just what the hell she lost.

This boded well for class later in the day. Only, y'know, not at all.

[ooc: Open for gym/dance studio/Kate needs, although obviously with a warning of a girl on the verge of a nervous breakdown.]

therewaslife

Having all of his classes tomorrow didn't mean Bod was going to stay in his room and make it an early night. He'd thought about taking another walk down to the graveyard but decided to save that for later in the week. There was time and Bod knew neither he nor the graveyard was going anywhere for awhile.

So, he'd wandered down the hall, book in hand, to the common room. Yeah, he knew he could have just closed himself in his room to read but the common room was bigger and had food. Food that Bod immediately started scrounging for. It was a little difficult to do considering he was holding his book open with one hand and reaching blindly into the refrigerator with the other. He'd pulled out the box of baking soda three times.

Putting the book down would have been easier, Bod knew, but not as fun. So, he kept trying. That box of baking soda got pulled out two more times.

[open common room is open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

icecoldfrost

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

Current Mood: chipper

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

bitchprince

Thank God it's Monday.

That was the general idea of Arthur's mood in the salle that morning, yes. In fact, no amount of skittering elves or whatever they were could distract him from his rather pointed, joyful mauling of a practice dummy.

Yes. Thank God it's Monday.

[[ ooopen. ]]

bitten_notshy

It was a warm morning, at least for November, and Jack had a little spring in his step as he returned to the dorms from a weekend visit home. After going upstairs to drop off his bag, he clattered back down to the deck with a large thermos of coffee, an apple, and a new-to-him novel of Hungarian history. It wasn't half-bad, for what it was.

He was eying the fire pit idly as he turned the pages, wondering if the warmth and appeal of a fire was worth the effort of collecting the wood.

[OOC: Open like a deck, yep!]

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...]

wantstodirect

Tony had a can of pop, a bag of beef jerky and a can of spray cheese. He settled in the second floor common room to watch this week's episode of Darkest Night. Tonight Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant investigated crop circles. Aliens? Fakes? Or... something else?

[Open!]

icecoldfrost

It was a bit chilly out, but that didn't really deter Emma. She actually sort of liked fall, with the wind and the leaves, especially now that she didn't have to worry about finding a place to sleep once it got cold.

She let her lungs fill with smoke before exhaling, glancing down at the latest assignment for her AP Algebra course. It was nights like this that made her wonder why she'd agreed to the extra work of distance-classes in the first place. She could be out at the bar, but no, she had more homework to do.

Maybe if she was lucky, someone would show up and give her an excuse to ignore her numbers for a bit.

[Open roof is open! Distract me from the impending Monday!]

Current Mood: bored

bitten_notshy

Even with the excursions home and to London, the week on the near-empty island had felt too long. Jack was more than ready to see his friends again as he settled into the common room. He was paging through one of his history books, but he kept getting distracted by the ~~meta~~ Scrubs marathon on TV. The characters were bizarre, annoying ... and incredibly funny.

[OCO; Open CR!]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

George didn't usually pay a lot of attention to the flickering box in all the Common Rooms, but when he wandered in to find some food this evening, the box caught his attention.

It seemed to be some kind of sports match? With the little men on ice hitting each other and whacking at a little black puck.

Huh. He sat down on the couch, curious at the little men. Oh yeah, totally cheering for the guys in red. They just looked so much cooler.

[Shut up, I have been waiting for new hockey for SO LONG.]

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex hadn't been down to the deck in awhile, having been spending the majority of his time on the roof. Today, though, he found himself out on the deck, lounging in one of the chairs, feet up and sunglasses on. He thought he'd be able to fall asleep, get some sun but it wasn't happening. Still, that didn't mean he was going to give up his comfortable sprawl on the chair.

Well, he could move his arms to light a cigarette and stick it between his lips so he could blow smoke out lazily. He figured since it was his last free day before he had to go back to class, he deserved a day to just sit and laze. If he got bored enough, he'd brought a book down with him but that wasn't getting used anytime soon.

[deck's an open place!]

Current Mood: lazy

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

So someone was now in student council. Therefore, someone was on the roof--a place that was always smart to go when you were her--celebrating.

With diet Coke and a book.

WHOA THERE, JEAN. LET'S NOT GO CRAZY.

But that's what she was doing. So. Nyah.

[[Open like a roof!]]

icecoldfrost

After ~~handwavily~~ indulging in cigars last night after the broadcast, Emma wasn't craving a smoke right now. Still, she liked the roof, and had taken her AP Algebra textbook up with her to get out of her room for a bit. Hank had somehow arranged for her to take a correspondence class for credit, so that she'd have more 'traditional' classes on her transcripts. She would have preferred statistics, honestly, but algebra wasn't too painful.

And if she kept twirling a cigarette between her fingers as she worked on her assignment, well, she'd need a break soon anyway.

[open roof is open!]

Current Mood: busy

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Well, they'd picked a good day for it, even if it was still sticky as anything out. For a party, it was worth putting up with a bit of humidity.

By late in the afternoon the cheerleaders had barbecues lit, all the traditional food was well on the way to being served and there were plenty of snacks and drinks around for anyone who didn't want to go for burgers and sausages.

As usual, there are lots of loungers around for anyone who wants to stretch out, blankets and cushions on the grass and picnic tables for anyone who would prefer a real table.

To add a little extra fun, there are several different lawn games for people to play if they wanted to.

Last chance to relax and party before the new students arrive. Might as well make the most of it.

[[~~And there will be OCD~~... Wiiiide open.]

Current Mood: cheerful

puppy_fair

Now that Zack was officially done with classes for the summer, it was time for a little getting out and about and being social. It was also, Zack decided, the perfect time to get the gerbil that Deadpool had given him out for some exercise.

And that was why, armed with a hamster ball and a bunch of notebooks, Zack was hard at work constructing the most epic gerbil floor-maze the second floor common room had ever seen!

Poor, poor Mr. Winkles.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]

icecoldfrost

Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]

Current Mood: amused

icecoldfrost

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

[open!]

Current Mood: busy

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had decided to take advantage of the warm weather while they still had it, and had procured some marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, as well as some hot dogs and other assorted things that could be roasted over a fire.

She didn't have a whole lot of campfire-y experience, in general, but these were staples of her childhood and seemed like a good idea. Who didn't like chocolate, anyway?

...probably people who were allergic. And vampires, since they didn't eat people food. But still! Most people liked chocolate, anyways!

So Sookie perched herself beside the campfire with plenty of food for others should anyone choose to join her in roasting things over said fire. Her marshmallow was starting to look all nice and lightly tanned.

[open like a campfire is!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose wasn't sore yet from ~~still being played-out~~ Fight Club, but she was well-aware that was going to change as soon as she stopped moving. So stopping somewhere close to her cabin seemed like a good idea.

She sat down by the empty firepit of Galaxy Quest. It was too hot for a fire, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the firepit expectantly. To actually try to ~~and fail~~ make a fire or not. That seemed to be the question.

The cat who was Worf seemed intent on pouncing on bugs around the pit. Rose was just hoping he didn't decide to kill a mouse and leave it on her bed again.

[ooc: campfire be open! I be bored!]

momslilassassin

Ben, not surprisingly to anyone who knew him, was hungry.

He'd managed to get the fire started without incident and was now cheerfully ~~burning~~ cooking some hot dogs and staring into the flames.

Meeting new people would be fun--that's why he'd put out extra food and had given the bugs some silent encouragement to bite people at a different fire--but Ben was hoping they'd come to him.

He glanced over at the nearby cabins hopefully, then made a face, dropped his completely charred hot dog into the fire, and tried again.

Ben was a terrible cook.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hungry

asgardcreated.livejournal.com

Jon had bought stuff for s'mores on the way back from Fight Club, because s'mores were tradition and all. He was sort of happy to be back in the cabins, even if it was a walk back to the school and town. And in his good mood, he'd decided to share the s'mores goodness out by the campfire.

His mood was also helped by the fact that he couldn't stop snickering every time he went past the 'Wormhole Xtreme' cabin.

[Open to all, enjoy the marshmallowey goodness. And marshmallowey is totes a word.]

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

bitten_notshy

After the disaster that was his encounter with Emma, Jack did what he had wanted to do to start with. He went home to Sebastien at first light on Sunday.

Thirty-six hours later, he was back in Fandom, well-scrubbed, missing a bit of blood, and considerably more philosophic about the whole thing. He hummed to himself absently as he flipped through channels on the television. It almost all seemed idiotic, but he supposed that was a part of this time.

Current Mood: calm

wantstodirect

Tony put the DVD for the Roman Polanski version of The Scottish Play into the player and went to make popcorn while the FBI warning came up on the screen. He plopped down on the couch with his popcorn and pop and waited for a few people to arrive before starting the movie itself.

[Open to all!]

Current Mood: relaxed

wantstodirect

For the Darkest Night finale episode, Tony ~~handwavily~~ picked up a couple of pizzas and several pints of ice cream. He filled up a plate for himself with a little of each. Mmm, pepperoni and chocolate. Wasn't too bad, actually.

Tonight's season finale episode featured a number of flashbacks from Raymond Dark's life. From the previews, it looked like most of them involved waterfalls, children in white clothing and butterflies. Very existential. Tony hoped they could fit some shirtless Lee in there somewhere. Maybe under the waterfall.

[Open! Last non-rerun DN post until fall.]

Current Mood: hungry

blondecanary.livejournal.com

So, having been called on being a 'sunshiney' overly-helpful knowitall twice in 48 hours, Dinah felt like she had to actually think about what Ino and Arthur had accused her of. Before a third person told her off for trying to help. ( Cut for introspection. ) Anybody else she'd helped or tried to help lately, it was going okay for them, and it wasn't like she was the only one helping them out. Or like they were going to depend on her. The new kids would find their feet in a week or so, and then everyone could progress to jumping off buildings with her. If they wanted to.

Or, try to airwalk like Karla had taught her, like she was right now. Shoes over by the door, eyes shut, humming to try and concentrate.

wantstodirect

Due to Skrull invasions and cabin living, Tony was now three weeks behind on the best vampire detective show on syndicated TV, Darkest Night. And this Wednesday was the season finale.

So Tony picked up a box of goodies from J, GOB and settled in the second floor common room with pastries, popcorn and a bomb bottle of cola to catch up on the episodes he'd missed. Pastries for eating, popcorn for throwing at the screen. Given that the first episode he was watching featured a zombie invasion, he was going to need a lot of popcorn.

"Come on, are you serious? No zombie's that tough!"

[Open! About Darkest Night.]

Current Mood: relaxed

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

Current Mood: relaxed

asgardcreated.livejournal.com

One thing Jon loved about camping, was cooking outdoors. And he really wasn't in the mood for sandwiches and stuff for lunch, so after his morning class, Jon had stopped by the Kwik Stop and bought several packages of hot dogs and buns and a cooler to dump everything in. When he got back to the cabin, Jon started up the campfire and got to work on roasting the hot dogs. Not all at once, mind you, but he did remember to put a rather small sign on the front of the cabin (made out of notebook paper and marker) that said 'Free Lunch'.

[ooc: open to everyone]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.

[[Open like a campfire!]]

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---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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