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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]
[identity profile] 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!]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Okay, so Bobby had spent most of the day after class hiding out in his room and generally sulking (and partaking of the candy his roommate had mentioned, thank you Kate) and by evening was actually feeling something resembling sociable.

Which is why he dragged his still kinda achey self out to the common room with a pint of double-chocolate-fudge ripple ice cream. Bruised ribs meant there was less flopping on the couch and more sitting down carefully as he grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until settling on To Kill a Murderer.

Garrison Steele might be a hack writer, but the movies made from his books were the gear sauce at least kind of entertaining.

[ooc: open open open.]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby still didn't really know what was going on. But he and Rogue hadn't had any luck finding the Professor or Mr. Summers or Ms. Munroe or anyone yesterday. Maybe that Kate girl had been onto something after all.

Still, transported to an alternate dimension or not, boy had to eat. Which is why he found the nearest kitchen-like area and was currently preparing himself a gourmet dinner of macaroni and cheese.
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders.

Well, at least Hannibal hoped so on that last one. It'd be sad if he was left by his lonesome during cheerleading practice. After all, he was a fan of pretty girls (and guys) and the squad had that in droves.

Hannibal was perched in the bleachers for the time being, drinking some water and sprawling. He'd get to work soon.
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[personal profile] 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!))
[personal profile] 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. ]]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
The StuCo cart of pastries and coffee wasn't going anywhere, it seemed. Not while finals were still going on. There was the addition of diet Coke to things because Jean might possibly live on the stuff.

But that was okay. It was diet. So it was good for you.

Yes.

She was just going to stay inside with her fake sugar soda and avoid looking like she fell in a rainbow, thanks.
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
Dr. Alex Karev was stressed. People just kept coming and getting sick and dying on him. He couldn't seem to save anyone. Medical school, internships and residencies hadn't prepared him for being a real doctor. It was just so hard. But he was determined. And he was ready to give medical aid and advice to those who needed it. He'd handwritten signs and stuck them around the dorms that said SICK PEOPLE THIS WAY and pointed them in his direction.

After that, it meant moving things out of the way and getting himself some cots and chairs and curtains. He hadn't ever been away from Seattle Grace before but a small clinic would give him more of an opportunity to expand and help more people.

Plus, it meant he was in charge too. Alex, you see, liked power. This was his clinic and he'd run it how he damn well pleased. He might not be all that prepared to be a full fledged doctor but the best way to learn was jump into the fire and get some practical experience.

He was a doctor, dammit.

[this is exactly what it looks like! makeshift clinic post for those that are in comas, preggo, have tropical diseases, or just wanna hang out in hospitals and talk to doctors who are always on breaks like people do on soaps! alex totes thinks he's a doctor and a damn good one. he has awful bedside manner so be prepared! first floor is open to everyone!]
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[personal profile] 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.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Going straight from Ino's party to setting up her own was easy, what with them both being on the sixth floor and all. Though Karla did plan on expanding her party a wee bit after Ino's was over--the ballpit thingy was fun!

But anyway, now was the time for the girliest girl party to ever be very girly. Okay, possibly not the girliest (she'd heard about the incredible pinkness of the first sorority meeting and shuddered), but still pretty damn girly. It would be like an antidote for the excessive maleness of yesterday. Just a slumber party for the girls (and Layla, but it wasn't her fault she was stuck like that) with food, makeup, drinks, even some arts and crafts! Mostly because she had to get rid of the supplies she'd bought for making Tahiri's banner for last week. She was going to set up a table in the back of the room where people could paint or color or do whatever.

She called in her art supplies, sending them to the designated table: glue, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, paintbrushes, charcoal, sketchpads, and a giant jar of glitter. Unfortunately, she'd either overestimated the size of the table or underestimated the amount of supplies she'd managed to pick up. Most of her supplies appeared neatly on the table, except for the glitter. That landed on the table's edge, a good half of the jar sticking out over side. It teetered in place for a moment, then decided to take the plunge, flinging itself off the table and onto the heating vents.

Which would have been less of a problem if Karla had properly screwed the lid on the jar after she'd used it last. Upon impact, the lid popped off, and glitter went streaming into the vents. And, of course, caught between the wall and the table, the jar landed on an angle, ensuring that it completely emptied itself. Cue the facepalming. Which nearly turned into headdesking when the most horrible noises started coming from the vents beneath the table. There was a lot Karla didn't know about how ventilation systems worked, but she was fairly certain of one thing: glitter and screeching sounds were probably a bad sign.

By the time she stopped cursing and realized she could probably just vanish the glitter, it had managed to work itself through the ducts and up into the walls. This resulted in a veritable shower of glitter, as it worked its way out of any available duct and vent in the room. It was even raining down from the ceiling. The glitter-shower wasn't heavy enough to be annoying; just a a few flakes here and there at any given moment. It looked...rather cool, actually. They'd have to keep the food covered, but the overall effect was really pretty. Definitely girly.

"I think I'll keep it," she said aloud. "Let the festivities begin!"

[Yay Sapphic Lovefest 2009! Sorry it's up so late. My lazy day turned out to be anything but. Hold for OOC is up!]
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[personal profile] living_endless
For the most part, Didi liked being mortal. She loved food, she enjoyed sleep, and if there were things that were a little less enjoyable, the good parts of her life made up for it.

Then she woke up with a raging headache and a grinding cramp in her lower stomach. A few minutes later, she was in the girls' room, resting the back of her head against the cool tile as she tried to decode the instruction sheet from a box of tampons. It shouldn't have seemed nearly as complicated as it did, but, then, Didi had never exactly had to deal with this first-hand.

As soon as she'd sorted it all out, Didi vowed, she was going to eat her weight in Doritos. That might be enough to let her be her usual philosophical self about this.

[OOC: Open to girls and very brave boys who don't mind screeching. Squirrels, uh ... be discreet?]
[identity profile] 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!]]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Because there weren't enough posters for candidates for senior representatives out there, Jean decided today was the day for her to put up hers.

Yeeeaaah.

Mmm, poorly made posters )

And yes, it was put up right next to the other ones. Because people needed to decide which ones were the best to die halfway into their term and devour planets for funsies to lead their class in school related matters!

[[Mostly establishy, but open if you want!

ETA: Now with 100% more glitter thanks to [livejournal.com profile] puppy_fair]]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Jean was up on the roof again because that was totally where you met fun people and not creeps at all.

Really.

Sighing as she sat on the ledge, feet over the side, Jean tried to pick up what looked like a candy wrapper on the ground. It could easily be explained as the wind!

[[Open roof is open!]]
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
After getting his one class completed, Alex found his way onto the roof to smoke. It was a warm night but it was clear and that meant he could stay up here for awhile and not worry about dying of heat or getting rained on. With a free day tomorrow, getting the relaxation started early just seemed like the thing to do.

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, letting it hang from his lips for a few moments before blowing out a cloud of smoke. He wasn't stressed by any means of the imagination but after being a girl and spending most of his weekend being lazy, it was nice to be himself and outside.

And see, he was even being nice, getting out of the room in case Griff wanted it. He was all heart.

[the roof is open!]
[identity profile] weetinyreese.livejournal.com
Okay, so Kyle Reese hadn't figured out that you have to wash clothes yet. Alice was kind enough to tell him outright to damned well do it, and so after putting it off for a while, he made his way down to the laundry room to see what this machine was that washed clothes.

It had started off simply enough. Clothes into the machine. Powder into the machine. Press a few buttons. Easy, right?

Easy, until the machine started bucking and spitting and jumping around. Reese dived for cover. "Damned machines," he hissed from his hiding place. The washer was overpacked, unbalanced and spitting suds and was, unfortunately for the unarmed boy with machine issues, bucking and frothing between Kyle and the door.


[OOC - So open.]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
It was date number three and that was just so very oh em gee and Jean might need to call Kitty or maybe talk to Emma about how well this was going. Because Jean was a moron.

Though, maybe radio counted as number three...

No, no. This was the date.

So there Jean was, in a bikini, waiting for the most innocent date ever.

[[Jean is there for Fancy Feast. But post is open.]]
longislandiceme: (aw shucks)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Still a little (okay, a lot) weirded out over the encounter with Rose (or Snow White or... whatever) in the fourth floor common room, Bobby popped in his DVDs and settled in for yet another night of Go-Between Guy. Sadly, there was no Chinese food this time, just a bunch of your regular scrounged-up-from-the-cupboards snack food type items.

[ooc: ...yeah, I had to. SORRY SAM.]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
For the second night in a row, Bobby had set up a common room with his Go-Between Guy DVDs. This time, however, he'd also ordered a bunch of Chinese food- enough to share if anyone came by. He might not be able to cook, but at least he could feed people this way. It was only fair considering the number of times he'd had others' cooking.

[ooc: ...what can I say? I've been in a chatty mood lately.]
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[personal profile] 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!]
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[personal profile] icecoldfrost
Emma was not wanting to go far from her cabin tonight, in case something hideously humiliating tried bubbling forth in song. She wanted to keep the option of a strategic retreat open in case it became needed.

Not that the tune she kept singing under her breath as she poked at the fire was high culture, but at least it wasn't some Spice Girls or something equally awful.

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see.
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest.
I got more in me, and you can set it free.
I can catch the moon in my hand,
Don't you know who I am?

Remember my name!
I'm gonna live forever.
I'm gonna learn how to fly!
I feel it coming together,
People will see me and die.
I'm gonna make it to heaven,
Light up the sky like a flame !
I'm gonna live forever,
Baby, remember my name...


This day couldn't be over soon enough.

[OOC: Open campfire, open post. You know you love it...]

[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
It had certainly been an interesting day so far. Joan decided it was very likely to be an interesting evening as well, so she headed out to the firepit in front of her cabin once the sun went down. She got a fire going and leaned back on a log, waiting for more people to join her.



[hold for ocd plz OCD up! Please read the ooc note!]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Now that she had a unknowing and creepy crush on her son teacher to help with her powers, Jean was having a bit of a thoughtful evening. She should call Scott the Institute and see how everyone was doing. And... not mention Bobby. At all.

Or the fact that his roommate was a cat. Even though Chuck assured her it was completely normal here.

Yeah, the phone call was on hold as she poked at the fire and tried to think of what to say to them without sounding crazy.

[[Open like a campfire!]]
[identity profile] 1moredaytodance.livejournal.com
In the much more suitable attire of short shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, Eva was making her way to her cabin with a cigarette dangling from her lips and a duffel bag on each shoulder.

One might think that she would have a rough time carrying two heavy duffel bags with her skinny arms, but if there was one hidden ability she had, it was strength; she attributed it to a lazy brother and her father having the car at work when she had to go grocery shopping.

After all, grocery bags were heavy, especially with lots of canned food.

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