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Jaime hadn't actually talked to Momoko since last weekend. He'd wanted to... he wasn't sure. Give her space? Something like that.

But even if he wasn't going to go see her today, he couldn't let her birthday go un-commemorated. So... eggs, flour, butter, sugar, and cocoa. He didn't need a recipe. He already knew what her favorite was, after all.

And... while he was at it, Jaime figured he'd bake some extra stuff. It had been a while, but he remembered how distracting it could be to bake a whole bunch of cookies. And he really, really needed a distraction right now.

Really.

heromaniac

Momoko was determined to make up for all the hours she had spent indoors watching that AWESOME new sentai series, and the radio this morning had left her with no illusions that this was 'one of those weekends', which promised much entertainment. So she set up the sun umbrella to keep any rain off of her, and was sitting on the deck with a ton of snacks (and even some she was willing to share), a camera with a fresh memory card, a spare memory card, and a folder full of legal citations and arguments she'd pulled from the web.

Look, she was still worried about that judge getting away with stuff, okay? Maybe it wouldn't all be usable, but it was at least some ideas, right? She was trying to be a responsible legal... person. Sure she didn't have to be at work until Monday, but Justice didn't take days off!

...

Okay, so she also had a bag full of used manga beside her, too.

So when there wasn't someone visiting or being crazy within zoom range, Momoko was alternating between legal papers and a volume of Wan Pīsu... and hoping the pirates in this series got more interesting. And cute. Bleah.

(Open deck is open!)

weldedtomyspine

There were little kids everywhere. And Jaime wasn't responsible for them.

Which meant he could make ice cream sundaes for everyone and not have to deal with the ensuing sugar rush. Which would make him everyone's favorite! It was a cunning plan, indeed!

And he was making waffle cones.

[Open for any over-sugaring needs, be you wee or not.]

weldedtomyspine

After Wednesday, Jaime had pretty much hidden in his room. The fight with Momoko had been awful. He'd been sure he was going to throw up after he'd fled the room. He still wasn't sure how he had managed not to.

But after nearly three days in the same clothes staring at his computer and not really paying any attention to what was on the screen, Jaime realized that he really should get out of the room. Which was a poor second option for talking to someone about this, but Momoko was clearly out of the question, Didi was gone, and he'd promised Dinah that he wouldn't call her until she called him...

So... he found himself on the roof of the dorms. He didn't really know why, but it seemed... appropriate.

And now he was sitting at the edge, staring off into space ~~being emo~~ thinking.

[Emo roof is for everyone!]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had agreed to give a little dance lesson today, so there he was, at the Salle, portable music all ready to go. This would be a good time to run through things in his head, figure out exactly how he wanted to do this. That would be helpful considering that the last time he'd done this it had been with his girlfriend and the dance lesson might have kind of devolved into a making-out session.

Which didn't strike him as appropriate for today.

At all.

So, yes, he should have been going over plans, but he wasn't. Instead he was kind of flailing about the fact that Homecoming was coming up. And he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Asking someone to go with him was traditional, of course, but... well...

It was complicated.

[Expecting one, but totally open.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had popcorn, chips and salsa, and candy corn (hey, it was that time of year!) spread out and was flopped back on the couch sorting through a small stack of DVDs. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to... Aha!

Giant robots with over-the-top (if somewhat awkward) CGI effects were just what the doctor ordered. Not that the movie was really good, but Jaime wasn't looking for good.

And at least it wasn't the sequel.

[Open as such things are.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had her practice sword, and her new outfit, and her hair back with a barrette. Now she just needed her new swordsmanship student.

She was drilling with the sword while she waited for Jaime to show up, and wondering if she should've saved the outfit for their dance lessons.

Naaaah.

[for

weldedtomyspine, but open, as salles are]

glacial_queen

By mutual agreement, Karla and her parents decided not to talk about about what was going on in Glacia and why she was here at Fandom. They still wished to know and were biding their time; Karla had pretty much decided that telling them would be a waste of time. All they could do was feel bad about it.

Instead, they had spent the afternoon ~~handwavily~~ wandering around the island, with Karla pointing out fun places to hang out and explore. Her father was intrigued by all the modern technology and would have been happy to spend several hours in Karla's dorm, fiddling with the lightswitch, her ipod, and her laptop. Karla's mother, however, wanted to meet more of Karla's friends. Having been on the island for over a year now, Karla knew the best way to lure people into one place.

Several orders of takeout later, the sixth floor common room was filled with dishes from Il Pollo, the Lobster Hut, Ching Tai, and, of course, Pizza Planet. She couldn't let her parents come to Fandom and not try pizza!

[Open for any night-owls!]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had mostly nursed his headache from Monday into something reasonable, so now he was ready to do something. Anything, really. As long as it didn't involve lying around in his room.

Fortunately, there was a common room. And Jaime knew how to bake. At the moment he was whipping up three different cookie recipes at once. Not that he was planning to eat three entire batches of cookies on his own, of course. But this was Fandom, and he was in a common room.

He figured he'd have help.

weldedtomyspine

With all the kids on the island for the weekend, most of them way too adorable, Jaime figured that he should do something special. You know, for the kids.

So he was in the common room baking cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. After all, the people who were usually in the dorms could go through a whole bunch of cookies all by themselves. Tossing their kinda-of-children into the mix meant he probably needed at least five times as many just to keep anyone from going hungry.

And while Jaime was aware that stuffing kids full of sugary cookies and chocolate milk (or regular old boring milk if they preferred) was a recipe for hyper-active disaster... Well, they weren't his kids.

[Fully moddable cookie varieties! And plenty of unbaked dough, for people of discerning taste.]

wantstodirect

Tony'd ordered a batch of pizzas and soda and brought out his Jackie Chan movies. He popped Drunken Master into the DVD player and sat down on the couch. Then got up again and found a couple of bottles of juice in the kitchen. Non-caffeinated stuff might be good for tonight. Dinah could get a little nuts with that in her system.

[Open!]

Current Mood: amused

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.]

momslilassassin

Ben had been given a rare morning off from his normal weekly asskicking via lightsaber sparring session, and he'd used that time in the salle instead. There were less bruises (both to the body and to the ego) involved in that kind of training, and now he was flopped comfortably on a sofa in the common room, idly flipping channels between bites of cereal.

Ben was not exactly a gourmet chef.

He'd currently stopped on some cooking show, hoping to get tips from a clearly deranged person who matched her shirt to the window treatments.

Current Mood: bored

exspeedydotcom

After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

((Open!))

trigons_child

Raven had spent a great deal of the day watching the snow fall outside her window before making her way up to the roof for a better view. The pristine blanket of white that covered the island took her breath away -- as did the drop in temperature. But for now, the view and the still heavily-falling snow dazzled her more than the cold bothered her, and she was so enchanted by her first sight of snow that soon she was spinning in circles, arms outstretched, catching snowflakes on her fingers and tongue.

It would get old. Eventually.

[ooc: Open, of course, though this rooftop has been claimed in the name of the DC Universe!]

Current Mood: excited

vanillajello

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

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

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

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

intraspective

She'd managed to forget that there was a party going on until late enough that she'd have felt sort of weird showing up—not to mention 'bout the fact that Ino was a bit weirded out by the idea of showing up at some strange grown-up's place for a party—and so, with her Santa hat perched jauntily on her head, she'd wandered into her common room to make hot chocolate.

It was totally seasonal. And so was the candy cane she was nibbling on. The candy was obviously the best part of this holiday, especially for someone who only had the vaguely concept of what the holiday entailed beyond 'shiny presents'.

But presents? Were pretty awesome too. She leaned against the counter and sipped her hot chocolate idly.

[Because I had to use this icon today, yes! Toootally open common room!]

weldedtomyspine

For once Jaime wasn't spending his time in the common room cooking. Nope. Tonight he was sprawled out on the couch with a ziplock bag full of ice resting on his cheek. He'd spent most of Monday watching the bruise blossom from slight discoloration into a genuine shiner. So now he was just lying around watching improv comedy shows and trying to look pitiful.

It wasn't like he was above trying to get free food or care out of an injury that wasn't really that big a deal. After all, the Scarab would have completely healed the thing by now if he hadn't pointed out that that would have drawn a lot of attention. And that it didn't really hurt anyway.

So there Jaime lay: it was a nice night for sketch comedy and sympathy.

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had a huge bowl of fresh popcorn dripping with butter and drenched in s salt. He was sitting near the edge of the roof, just looking out. "Man," he shook his head, looking over at his companion, "this may be the weirdest thing that's happened since I got here. And that's saying something."

He snorted. "Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"And do you think we have enough popcorn for any other unaffected people who might show up?"

heromaniac

Since the island was apparently heading into massive Christmas mood and totally insistent that she wear the elf costume no matter how many times she'd changed during the day, Momoko decided to do some practice Christmas baking in the common room. Finding a recipe online for Christmas cookies wasn't hard to do, and the ingredients were all there, yay! But unfortunately it was still Momoko doing the baking.

"Ah! I burned another batch!" That was it. She stormed down the hall (as much as one can in such a cute outfit) with a still-smoking cookie tray in hand and knocked on a door. "Jaime? Are you hoooooome?"

She couldn't help laughing when he opened his door, so her request to help with the cookies took a bit longer to get out.

She was still giggling as she followed him back into the common room. "But you do look good in blue! Really!" And his elf costume was way more normal-looking than hers! "And it could be worse, you know!" She moved past him to dump the burnt cookies into the trash and set the cookie tray aside.

[Common room is open. Come mock the elves and their baking?]

living_endless

It was cold, but not as cold as it would be in a few weeks. Didi took the comforter from her bed and a bowl of popcorn and mounted the stairs to the roof.

It was good, sometimes, to just look at the stars and think. She'd been on the island three months; as far as she could tell, she wasn't going home anytime soon.

It occurred to her that this should worry her more ... but for now there was popcorn and constellations. She could stay.

[OOC: Open to anybody who wants to stargaze!]

heromaniac

Bored, bored, bored!

Momoko was sick and tired of being sick and tired. She was in no mood to sit in her room a minute longer than necessary, either, so after dropping off her books, she headed straight for the common room.

A big bowl of sharable fresh popped kettle popcorn later, she was relaxed on a couch, flipping through a magazine while the TV was on scan, looking for something that could draw her attention way from tomorrow's horoscopes, today's hairstyles, and yesterday's shoes.

[OPEN! come visit! have some popcorn. complain when the scan hits the snowy channels.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had enjoyed the carnival, but he'd been feeling slightly aloof and hadn't really talked to anyone. Then he'd crashed in his room for an hour or so, at which point he'd started feeling bad for being so antisocial.

So now he was in the common room. Nothing fancy tonight, just a really big bowl of fresh queso dip. He loaded up a chip with the stuff and took an experimental bite.

"Hmm..." He eyed the jar of pickled jalapenos on the counter. To pepper, or not to pepper. This was a tough one.

weldedtomyspine

After a week of vacation, Jaime felt like he needed to do something. And since he also wanted to be at least a little bit social, that meant the common room. And that meant cooking.

So there he was, slaving over a hot stove. Well, standing nearby and watching a big pot of chili cook. That was sort of like slaving. Except for the part where he kept stealing bites and frowning. "This is so not spicy enough," he complained to no one in particular.

He started rummaging around in the cupboards looking for something to remedy that. But so far all he'd found were corn chips. Which... well, those were good too.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]

weldedtomyspine

Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up.

Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.

And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.

Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.

vanillajello

So, in the spirit of Zakat al-fitr, Kate was in the common room, making something for others to eat.

She’d been feeling sort of triumphant for no apparent reason at all since the night before, but what she was making wasn’t M.O.T.s. No, they were just regular chocolate muffins, and the first batch was just about ready to be taken out of the oven.

Waiting, Kate leaned on the kitchen counter, reading some celebrity gossip magazine.

[ooc: Open! Emmy muffins whee!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah opened the door to the pool and held it for Jaime, smiling. "And here we are. Pretty easy to find." She hit the lights, and grinned as the pool lit up, dropping her towel and cover-up onto a nearby chair, then kicked off her flip-flops. "High dive, low dive, lanes. Pretty much a standard pool. All rumors of sharks have yet to be anything more than stories.

[open!]

glacial_queen

Karla was perched in front of the teevee, a bowl of (mostly burned) popcorn in front of her. She was rifling through to find the few decent kernals while flipping through the channels when she happened upon a male delivering a speech. Since it seemed to be aimed at students, Karla decided to watch.

"...Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.

Karla wasn't sure what half of the things he listed were, but the sentiments were good. And the speech was well-written and well-delivered. Karla approved. That was something she'd need to learn to do well once she became Glacia's Territory Queen.

...That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book. Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn.

Huh. She was even a little excited to go to class tomorrow. She wondered what he would think about the Magic Reserves. Now all she had to do was figure out who this male was.

[Open like an address to the public!]

noteviltwin.livejournal.com

Andy felt in need of an evening of tv and munchies, surprisingly without an afternoon of smoking preceeding it. So he was sitting on the couch with a large array of candy and chips spread out around him, flipping through channels and looking for something that would hold his interest for more than few minutes.

vanillajello

Kate had partaken in free common room breakfast on her first morning at Fandom High, so today she thought she’d return the favor.

Unfortunately pancakes were beyond her abilities and she didn’t want to call her brother for help, so she made a safe fruit salad instead. There was a big bowl of it on the kitchen counter, and it was meant for anyone who happened to make their way into the common room, new and old students alike.

She also had all her leftover chocolate coins in a smaller bowl on the table.

[Open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Fight Club being canceled for the evening, Dinah decided to step up her workout that afternoon. After a session with the weights, she was now pummeling the punching bag. Kick-punch-strike, punch-punch-punch-kick!

Hm. And maybe some TK weight lifting when she was done with this.

[open like an open thing]

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