[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
Blair had decided that he needed to learn more about assassins and possible assassin rehabilitation programs. So he was parked in front of the television with a stack of movies next to him and meta for The Bourne Identity playing on the screen.

[ooc: Open and feel free to mod any movies in the stack]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Teddy was on the couch, watching seizure inducing cartoons. After radio broadcast from last night said that Cassie was talking to people about him, he needed something insanely violent to take his mind off traitorous ex-teammates.

He had no idea what was going on in the show, something about a fighting tournament and some ultimate prize. And man was the main character's hair weird.

[[ooc: open as common rooms are wont to be]]
[personal profile] blessed_twice
After checking in at the school, Wyatt got his room assignment (208) and headed for the dorms. The room was empty when he found it, so either he didn't have a roommate or he hadn't shown up yet. Hopefully his roommate would be cool. Wyatt hadn't shared a room with anyone for years.

He claimed the left side of the room and wandered out to the common room area to get a feel for the place. (And also to see if there were girls on the floor.)
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
Enough of the hiding out from everyone. Walter realized he'd been invisible lately, and that clearly hadn't worked on a number of levels.

So, out into the common room where he'd fried up a batch of potatoes and turned on the television, deliberately opting out of the Hitler History Channel and picking up a random improvisational comedy programme.

There he sat with a pile of salty fried potatoes, a panting hellpuppy, and a metric tonne of homework he hadn't been paying sufficient attention to.
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
After getting back from the Wilson family Thanksgiving, Blair had spent most of Sunday sleeping off his Turkey overdose. Now he was bored and flipping through the channels in the common room, trying to find something interesting.

"Oooh! Mythbusters!"

[ooc: open, of course!]

[ETA: This post now with 100% more boykissy!]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Yesterday he hadn't been feeling sociable, and weekends meant sleeping in, which is why it's only just now that Bridge has finally made it out of his room, and is curled up on the couch with a bowl of cereal while idly flipping through channels on the TV.

[ooc: open like a common room!]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
Having nothing better to do, Blair made popcorn and popped in a tape of this week's Spooky Things episode.

It was totally his favorite.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean was up not early but at least it was still morning by the clock. Barely. For whole minutes yet. So he felt totally justified in making breakfasty type foods like bacon and eggs and hotcakes and calling it brunch.

He may have been humming under his breath as he cooked because all in all, things were going pretty well. He didn't want to use the phrase 'disgustingly happy' but it probably wouldn't be inappropriate.


[ooc: open with food]
[identity profile] joxertehmighty.livejournal.com
Joxer was in the kitchen area, scrounging up foodstuffs to prepare an apology breakfast for Agnes. Thankfully for Agnes and the world in general, he was unable to find any turnips.

So here he was, making toast in the toasty-machine, and pouring a big bowl of chocolate cereal.

There'd probably be enough cereal and toast to share with more than just his roommate, too.

[ooc: Oooopen!]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
Blair was out in the common room practicing yoga. He was a little on the broke side and couldn't afford to make breakfast for everyone so he decided to improve their physical and spiritual selves instead.

Besides with all the free food around here, people probably needed a little exercise.

[ooc:open]
[identity profile] imac-kenzie.livejournal.com
Since Syd's departure her dorm room has been surprisingly lonely. So Mac has taken a couple of fat beanbags from her newly all-her-own room, a large mug of coffee, and her laptop and has taken up residence in the fourth floor hallway.

She has sustainance, her laptop jingling music at her... and the company of anyone passing by. It's way better than being sat in her dorm room all on her own.

[[ooc: Come, drink her coffee, eat her food, mock her music. The corridor is the new common room.]
[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: Wait for my OCD, please. OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]
[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com
Blair pushed the furniture out of the way and sat in the middle of the common room to try and meditate. His room seemed too cluttered and he really felt like he needed the space to think.

Lighting a candle, Blair closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

[ooc:open!]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean sat on the couch and flicked through the channels on the tv, finally settling on Rockstar. Yeah, kinda stupid reality show, but the music wasn't bad. And hey, hot rocker chicks. Where's the bad in that?
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Marty has all the things you need for a campfire. Hot Dogs, S'more ingredients, The clash blaring from his portable stereo and most importantly: Cool beverages.

[ooc: Open like a thing that's open. Possibly like a door but with more openess]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Bored out of her skull after a workout in the gym, Parker decided not to risk going off-campus until she had some kind of back-up, and to try and find out how people were doing.

To Jack, Sam, & Cedric )

To Jarod )

To Isabel )

Then she text-messaged to Isabel:

EVERYONE OKAY. WEATHER'S BEHAVING. HOPE MAX IS TOO. - PARKER

~~~

Parker went back to trying to find info on the Gentlemen, without much success. She might also have been looking for automated voice program, just to make things simpler.

[ooc: open for interaction; okay to say Parker and Broots communicated, but the substance is NFB]

TTS, Saturday morning

Saturday, July 15th, 2006 09:09 am
[identity profile] willbedone.livejournal.com
Willow woke up and sleepily made her way into the living room. She put on a pot of coffee, fired up her laptop to check her email, and waited for proper wakefulness to occur.

[ooc: Open to all TTS residents as well as anyone who'd like to visit]
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge has tacked a large white bedsheet to the wall of Koala cabin that faces the Pangolin campfire. RIC is nearby, in DVD-player mode, with the second season of Twilight Seraphim loaded and ready to play. There's snack foods, and, of course, s'more fixings, for sharing if anyone else cared to join him.

[ooc: open! come watch dvds outside!]
[identity profile] imac-kenzie.livejournal.com
Mac is bored, bored and six years-old do not mix well. She's picked out the brightest coloured pens she can find, shiny things and lots of paper and has taken up residence in the fourth floor hallway.

Colouring on the paper doesn't seem to have kept her attention for very long, so she's now busy making highlighter streaks in her hair. It just seems very, very right.

[ooc: amateur dye job anyone?]
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[personal profile] mycanonhatesme
After having some glittery fun at the playground, Chloe decided to wander upstairs and see who was around.

She grinned when she spotted Jake, and ran over to him. "Jakey, hi!" she said. "What are you doing?"

[feel free to wander by if you want]
[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com
In the wee small hours of the morning, Molly couldn't sleep. Not wanting to wake Pippi, she left their room to see if anyone else was awake this late. Or early. All the common rooms were empty, so once she made it down to the second floor, she decided to watch TV for a while.

Which is why anyone who came into the common room would find (a normal sized) Molly asleep on the couch with the TV still on.
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Now that she's gotten two good nights of sleep and has gotten off of the emotional rollercoaster she was on last week, things are starting to sink in. If she stops, she's going to have to think and she's just not ready to do that right now. So after Western Civilizations, she got supplies and set up shop in the fourth floor common room.

Anyone on the fourth floor (and given how much garlic she's using, anyone throughout most of the dorm) should smell the puttanesca sauce cooking. Come and eat.


[ooc: Wait for the OCD threads are up.]
[identity profile] sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com
Alas, an oasis!

Macbeth made a break for the vending machines in the fourth floor common room after an exhaustive search for something edible left him empty-handed.

He was hungry. He was very hungry, actually.
Disturbingly hungry.
But then, that's bound to happen when one lives on two-month-old pizza and stale twinkies. The pizza had turned all kinds of wonderful shades of green long ago, and the twinkies had gotten to the point where he couldn't actually bite into them anymore for fear of breaking a tooth.
New foodstuffs needed to be attained.
And thus, the quest began.

And he was out of pocket change.

So, there the Scottish Thane stood, shaking the vending machine with famished rage.
[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com
Okay, so it's a little dusty in here. Anders grabs one of the couch cushions and gives the tables and chairs a quick wipedown. Then, coughing, he straightens up the rest of the couch cushions and lays out the several trays' worth of loot from Jeff, the God of Biscuits on the countertop. He's a little bit out of breath by the time he runs down to his room and back up for the sodas, cups, and chips, but everything is pretty much good to go for tonight's big guys-only brainstorming session.

He flops down onto one of the couches and waits for John and whoever else might show up.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint
Nadia was engaged in a staring contest.

With a muppet chicken.

Not that she knew it was a muppet chicken, since she didn't really know what a muppet was. She was pretty sure it would have to blink eventually, though.

She was sitting on the floor, with a pen dangling from her lips. In front of her was her notebook, where she had intended to write down ideas for ways to get back at Marty for the chicken debacle. Unfortunately, the chicken was sitting directly on her notebook, and was not willing to move.

She'd tried picking it up and moving it, but it had reacted rather badly to that tactic, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at Nadia's hands until she'd been forced to let go. Nadia now had even more white feathers in her hair, and small, foam textured bruises on both her hands.

"Look," she said to the chicken. "I really need to use my notebook. I don't mind if you stay in the lounge, but you can't stay on my notebook."

"Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk," said the chicken.

"This isn't funny any more," said Nadia. "What if I was trying to do homework?"

"Bawk bawk bawk bawkA!" said the chicken, studiously returning to her knitting.

Nadia sighed. "You don't want to be here any more than I want you to be here."

"Bawk bawk."

"That was really a dirty trick Marty pulled, wasn't it. Forcing you poor chickens into the ducts and the hallways, where you might get kicked or trampled or eaten by hungry cats."

"Bawk bawk."

Nadia nodded, a smile starting to form. "No, you're right, you have made the best of a bad situation. But I think Marty needs to learn from his mistake, don't you?"

The chicken peered up at Nadia with what she was willing to interpret as consideration. "Bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk,"

"That's what I'm trying to do. That's why I need my notebook. Okay?"

The chicken picked itself up, knitting and all, and shifted over a foot to give Nadia access to her notebook. "Bawk."

"Thank you."

"Bawk bawk-bawk."

"So." Nadia picked her notebook up. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

If chickens could smile . . . .
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Marty walks into the lounge and sets up all the chairs and sofas so that they are in a circle.

He sits down and hopes that other people who have been bitten by gremlins will show up.

[Currently locked to those who have been bitten by Gremlins.]
[identity profile] likeguidelines.livejournal.com
Barbossa feels that it's time to enlighten the new students (and faculty, should they feel like attending).

So he's gone through his archival footage of the last semester and tried to pull up video, audio, and photos of what makes Fandom High such a...unique...place to be.

He has put his copy of the holiday pageant into the common room's VCR first, but he also has tape of Annie the Vampire Slayer, the Strip Triad tournament, footage from Zombie Weekend, and Talky Toaster hitting on absolutely everything that walked past him.

In addition there's a copy of Jake's radio apology to Logan (and the song requests), the broadcast of the night Angel got souled, and photographs of Logan as a bunny, Cam as a puppy, John Crichton as Johnina, Marty as Connor, Anders wearing makeup after his first encounter with a gremlin, and the JA leather show.

If you ask him nicely, he'll even sell you a copy of Anakin's version of Little Bunny Foo Foo. He'll definitely let you watch the entire night's work of one Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants.

Come in, newbies, and be enlightened! Come in, old timers, and be humiliated! Come in, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants! Barbossa has pie.
[identity profile] ninja-brat.livejournal.com
Yuffie was bored. She had signed up for classes, decorated her room and probably pushed her roomies closer to the dark side while doing so and guessed nothing in town would be open yet. Suckage.

Well, at least she had gotten stuff from her secret sibling. While she normally wasn't a big reader, the "Zombie Survival Guide" was pretty cool. For a book. And probably required reading around here anyway.

So now she was in the 4th floor commons, sitting on the floor with her back wall and reading. The TV was turned to some loud cartoon, and she had a ball she was throwing against the wall so it bounce on the floor back to her hand.

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

Anyone coming though? Would probably be jumped on and talked at.

((Open to anyone. Come play with me!!))
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint
Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Deliveries!!

Tuesday, December 20th, 2005 09:37 pm
[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com
Xander Harris, Angel, Cameron Mitchell, Lorne, Anders, Jessica Atreides, Broots, Callisto, Mystique, Jack Harkness, Draco Malfoy, Paige Matthews, Cameron Mitchell, Jack O'Neill, James Sawyer, Piper Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, and Alanna Trebond.

All of you please go here! You get presents, all of them marked as from Jenny Calendar.
[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com
Following Jessica's lead, Broots tapes up a few more flyers, hoping that they'll get more than four people.

ATTENTION RESIDENTS OF FANDOM
JESSICA ATREIDES AND J.C. BROOTS ARE HOLDING AN EXPERIMENT TO TEST HUMAN PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS UNDER BOTH TIMED AND UNTIMED CONDITIONS. 10 TO 20 VOLUNTEERS ARE REQUESTED FOR THE TRIAL MONDAY. SIGN UP BELOW. TEST SUBJECTS WILL BE PLAYING SUDOKU in Jessica's room.
Note: This experiment is being conducted for Jessica and Broots' Abnormal Psychology class. Also, all volunteers must be fully human and without an excessive number of mind powers.
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Checking around them, looking so innocuous they should have been whistling, Parker, Broots, Rory, Janet, and Zero walked down the hall to Room 405.




[Safe For Broadcast, but restricted to those mentioned above]
[identity profile] lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com
Jessica places several small notices in the dorms.

ATTENTION FANDOM HIGH STUDENTS
JESSICA ATREIDES AND J.C. BROOTS ARE HOLDING AN EXPERIMENT TO TEST HUMAN PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS UNDER BOTH TIMED AND UNTIMED CONDITIONS. 10 TO 20 VOLUNTEERS ARE REQUESTED FOR THE TRIAL MONDAY. SIGN UP BELOW. TEST SUBJECTS WILL BE PLAYING SUDOKU in [livejournal.com profile] lady_jessica_bg's journal.
Note: This experiment is being conducted for Jessica and Broots' Abnormal Psychology class. Also, all volunteers must be fully human and without an excessive number of mind powers.
[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Outside room 305, Rory had finished boxing her things, and was attempting to heave them down to room 236.

Outside 236, all the boxes Rory could haul down by herself have been stacked. She figured that she could at least get her things down there so that the move in would go faster once they shifted Esme's bunny hutch and the couch.

[ooc: Hop in, OMG! Rory is but a wee girl who cannot move all her stuff by herself!]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker pushed Rory's wheelchair with a little too much verve, but finally found them a good spot under the trees, with enough light and shade to be comfortable in November, and a picnic table for her to sit on. Setting the parking brake on the chair, she climbed onto the table, dusted off the surface with her scarf, and sat down.

"Now. Tell me what you're planning for Thanksgiving. Is Logan going home, is your reputedly scary grandma going to be there, what?"


[[Open to [livejournal.com profile] dorky_broots and [livejournal.com profile] jarodpretends]]

[Continued from here in the park and here in the clinic]
[identity profile] emo-padawan.livejournal.com
Anakin came traipsing (yes, traipsing) from his room wearing a mini skirt and a leather bustier.

He walked into the fourth floor common room and announced to all and sundry, "In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." He tossed back his imaginary hair. "I am that Chosen One!"

He then sat down in front of the television and devoted himself to his other sacred quest: mocking the people on Jeopardy.

If someone is looking closely, they might notice a gremlin bite near his ankle.

[OOC: Anyone want to help the poor boy out?]

4th Floor

Friday, November 11th, 2005 02:38 pm
[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com
Broots got back to his room after a decidedly uneventful day. He set his laptop on his desk and was almost humming as he waited for it to load.

You've Got Mail.

Broots clicked on the e-mail while not really paying attention. About a minute later he screamed, loudly. People in the next county may have heard him.
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
[OOC: Yeah... Of course I come online as soon as Ash makes off with the big boomstick thingie.]

Beverages and Food line the common room. Kick back and enjoy kids.

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