Entries tagged with jeff murdock

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

So Jeff's flight wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow (that was the earliest he could get back to London, 1989) and Jeff's room was full of things that weren't Jeff's anymore. He couldn't really sleep well there, because there was supposed to be someone in the bed and there wasn't, and he couldn't sit in there, either, because Turtle might be there, and he didn't know what to say.

So Jeff was camping out in the common room, staring listlessly out in front of him, draped all over a chair. He had a hangover, but it meant little in the face of sheer, shell-shocked depression.

He lifted up the remote and turned the station to Beachview, but even women running around in bathing suits weren't helping.

[ open, of course! ]

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Dorm Pool, Tuesday Evening - PARTY

The day had flown by, and before she knew it, Hinata and Amber, who’d cut out of rehearsal early (small sacrifices), were down in the pool area and setting up the decorations for Turtle’s (hopefully) surprise birthday party. Streamers and balloons in gold, green, and purple matched the tablecloths, disposable plates and utensils. Colour co-ordination was a go.

It took them awhile to get things all set up, but eventually it was accomplished, and a sign at the door to the pool proclaimed ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TURTLE!!!’ in, of course, green and gold glitter.

[Amber totally modded with permission, up way early for SP. Annnnnd ~~please wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup! The email that sent out invitations is here.

ETA: Links to cut down on browser death: Arrive/Mingle, Swim!, Eat!, Talk to the Birthday Girl!, Presents!, and OOC]

Current Mood: hungry

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5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

A weekend of weirdness had happened in Fandom, and the only potentially embarrassing thing Francine had done? Had no witnesses. This was an event of epic proportions, and called for a celebration of epic proportions.

Or, you know, French Toast.

Because she really could make breffast.

Lots and lots of breffast, as it turned out.

[Open! Syrupy!]

Current Mood: shocked

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Third Floor Common Room: Thursday Afternoon

Done with classes for the week, Dor had slept in late and skipped breakfast entirely and missing lunch to boot.

So he found himself down at the common room with a large bowl of cereal where he sat and chatted with the furniture.

"Boy," he said with his mouth partially full of chocolate frosted sugar bombs. "People were sure cranky about the fire alarm last night."

The objects in the room all chuckled. "Well everyone's a bit more frustrated than usual these days," the chair mentioned and all the objects burst into laughter.

"Oh?" Dor asked innocently. "Why is that?"

"Because everyone is a little... frustrated. If you know what I mean," the lamp replied.

"Um. No," Dor said. "I don't. What do you mean?"

All the objects paused in the room and then died of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Dor asked.

"Nobody is getting any action," the sofa replied. "Do you know what I mean by that?"

Dor frowned. "No. What are you talking about?"

And the sofa began to tell a story. A story about a vampire and a girl in black leather pants. And the sofa's role in this particular story. And the actions that happened on said sofa.

In graphic detail

Dor should have left the room. He should have run. But the words just kept coming from the sofa and he just stared horrified as his innocence began to disappear in a few moments of Vampire/Alien raunchiness.

It didn't help that the other objects in the room started making rauchy sounds while the refrigerator hummed a porn soundtrack.

[Open! The couch is telling the NSFW story linked above from the way early days of FH. Dor's magic allows anyone to hear the story and all the sound effects the furniture are making.]

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5th Floor CR, Sunday Afternoon

Luke still didn't really know where he was, and the Seavers hadn't picked up when he called. He should have known better than to be taken in by all the "Luke, we're your family now" stuff, right? Dumb. And this place seemed to be strange, but a little better than the streets.

Anyhow, he had a full fridge and a pile of creative sandwich fixings, so he knew he wouldn't have to steal food again. So far, he'd made ham and swiss, turkey and cheddar, salami and American, peanut butter and jelly, and tuna salad with potato chips, and he'd probably keep making them until he ran out of bread. Either he'd share them or he'd eat them himself.

The TV was tuned to some ~~moddable~~ sporting event on ESPN, and Luke was trying to decide who to root for as he cooked.

[OOC: Open CR! Have a sammie!]

Current Mood: creative

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First Floor Rec Room - Sunday

Tibby still had no idea where she was or how she got there. She had ~~handwavily~~ spent the previous day exploring the town and came to the conclusion that she could get some amazing footage for her suckumentary.

Since she couldn't find her own equipment, she had borrowed some money from the wallet of the girl who looked freakishly like her and bought some new stuff.

Then she decided to set up shop in the rec room, hoping to get some good interviews.

[ooc: "Tibby" is looking for some fun people to interview! I'm here for the next three hours and then AFK for part of the day but will happily pick up tags this evening and am totally down with SP for anyone who wants their pup's AU weekend antics caught on film. In the rec room so it can be open to adults too!]

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Sunday Afternoon: Third Floor Common Room

Dor wasn't sure what the big deal was about the big football game. After all they had football back in Xanth but they were just balls of feet that rolled around the jungle making footpaths for the populace to use.

So he decided to skip the whole gathering and settle down in the common room and see what was on TV.

It was then that he stumbled across the Puppy Bowl and somehow became hypnotized by the images of puppies frolicking around and playing with each other.

[Because... well it's what I watch instead of the Super Bowl. Because it's Puppies. Yes, I am a dork.]

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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

Jeff had felt this one last night. He didn't have a lot of superpowers, but he had one, and that was exactly concerned with the kind of thing going on here.

So he poked his head into the common room on the third floor. Stealthily. Carefully. With big eyes. Finding everything clear, his body soon followed. He siddled up to the TV, reached over, and... patted it.

"Good job," he said, with feeling. "Good job. But you should have waited. Surprise only works so often, you know. Especially if it's lesbians."

He hugged it once, then let go.

[ and common room is open! ]

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Fifth Floor Hallway and Downwards, Thursday Morning

The door to 513 creaked open, then slammed shut.

Jeff grabbed for his underwear. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. "Nudity!" he called out, to no one in particular, "I can't escape it!" His sheer terror seeped down into the carpet below him (at least, he had the idea that it was) and as soon as he stopped being rooted to the ground, he started running.

"Pants!" he cried, "All I've got are pants! I always knew this would happen! It's the Apocalypse! Open your closets!"

And so, he thundered across the hallway, and, after a while, down the stairs. "Closets!"

[ ooopen, of course, for anyone who wants to run into him! ]

Current Mood: relaxed

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The Deck - Saturday Afternoon

Chuck would be the first person to admit that he preferred winter weather infinitely more to summer weather, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the sudden bout of sun and warmth. He was heading back to New York tomorrow for break and he knew that it was going to be effing freezing there. So he was enjoying the nice weather while he could.

He was leaning back into one of the deck chairs wearing shorts and a button-down shirt. There was a book in his hand and a Screwdriver (the drink, not the tool) on the ground beside him.

[Open, yes]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon (after classes)

It had been entirely too long since Jeff last took a moment (or five, or maybe a day) to watch some of his absolute favorite movies. Old favorites such as The Globule were on the menu, of course, but he was also hoping to catch sight of some of those new vampire movies he'd heard about.

So he had his feet propped up on the table, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, and people screaming liberally on the television. Life was good.

[ open like an open common room! ]

Current Mood: creative

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

The fifth-floor common room had been transformed into a riot of color and sound by the two intrepid decorators. When you had Rikku and Dōjima doing the artistic design, and they were basing it off of Romeo's collection of loud shirts, it was bound to be, ah, creative.

There were balloons and streamers everywhere, and the party even had some piñatas full of candy for people to swing at. Simply because everyone (Rikku) liked candy, and Dōjima was a fan of party games that made other people look like idiots.

[OOC: Up way-early for SP/timezone goodness, and open to all!]

[ETA: For those of us who have cranky browsers... Arrive & Mingle | Talk to Romeo | Snacks & Drinks (Pre-Spiking) | Snacks & Drinks (Post-Spiking) | Party Games | Dancing | Gifts | OOC!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Noonish

Hurley was making himself grilled cheese sandwiches, but he had enough stuff to make them for other folks, too. He'd had a decent weekend, and was now totally over the whole thing with his mom being mad at him.

Besides, Ino had come up with a brilliant idea for when his mom actually did come to visit Fandom (if she ever did), so that problem was... no longer a problem.

He would sit down and thumb through a book on flowers after he was done cooking. But for the time, armed with his trusty spatula, Hurley engaged in his culinary urges.

[ooc: Open like a good common room!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning.

Hurley was working on baking a pie. The pie he intended to bribe Deadpool with.

Since he wanted to make sure it was extra good, he was using fresh apples instead of canned filling. This meant a lot of apple peeling and slicing. Which meant knives. Which meant Hurley was doing his very best not to accidently cut himself.

So far, it was only a couple of tiny nicks, which meant he was doing better than he thought he would.

He had the TV on, set to some reruns of some show with a dude in a purple rhino costume shilling for organic produce. You ended up with the strangest TV shows, in Fandom.

[ooc: Open!]

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5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

With Liir's help, the common room was transformed into a vivid party room. Purple streamers were hung, balloons in every color were tied around, some left loose to pop or kick like some people liked to do (not her, geeze), and HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO! was everywhere.

Music was going and Amber was adding finishing touches to the gift table; little shiny curly things in purple everywhere. Hopefully Ino liked purple. While she was doing that, Liir was busy in the kitchen, getting the food in order and her mouth was watering just smelling some of what he had cooked.

Yay, party!

[Liir lovingly modded with permission and up early for timezone goodness, woot! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

Jeff would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little bit afraid of his girlfriend right now. Which was exactly why he'd parked himself in the common room, wearing his Vote T.R. Wexler for ~~Sophomore~~ Junior Class Representative t-shirt, supporting several flags calling out for much the same in his hair, and...

...eating from a very large bowl of crisps while trying to focus on the TV.

He really was kind of scared. If she lost, he'd... he didn't even want to think about it.

[ open! ]

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Main Campfire, Saturday morning

Karal had a small fire going, and there was a large pot of tea keeping warm next to it. And plenty of cups. And a kitten. And a Firecat. And a deer.

Vashti (kitten) had been acting strange all morning, fluffing up and hissing at nothing when she wasn't hiding under the bed. Right now she was standing under the deer (actually Evey), who was sniffing delicately at a bowl of tea. Altra (Firecat) was sitting on a log, watching the fire because Karal was, but he looked tense.

Given how many people's friends and girl/boy friends had suffered animal transformation, Karal thought it might be nice if they could get together and support each other. To this end, there was a sign:

Is your girl or boyfriend (or your friend) an animal? Have some tea and share with others who will understand.

It's possible he hadn't thought the wording of that through as well as he could have.

[ooc: open, of course! I've been trying to get time to do this all week, 'cause the idea of all the people with their people-who-are-currently-animals in one post makes me giggle.]

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Grave Guinea Pig Living Room, Sunday Morning

His girlfriend was a turtle. A real turtle. He was never going to forgive the squirrels. Or whatever it was. The toothpaste! Toothpaste was going on the list of dangers for sure now.

As was just about everything that was outside. Jeff had tried to go outside that morning, but it hadn't really worked out. There were spiders, and somehow, tossing his turtling girlfriend at them seemed like it might be a problem later.

So Jeff was in the living room, clutching tenaciously to a moderately-sized turtle, his feet on the couch and his gaze positively watchful.

Being Jeff, he didn't really see much.

[ open to any and all cabinmates ]

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The Grounds, Tuesday Morning

It was reasonably early in the morning, and so a reasonably early Jeff was reasonably happily walked by a reasonably large dog on the grounds. Nana bounced cheerfully on her paws; Jeff scrambled not so cheerfully behind her, clinging tenaciously to her leash.

Thunk.

Something bounced off his head, causing him to slip and let go of the leash. "..." Jeff spun in place, searching for whatever had just--

Thunk.

He nearly went through his knees, his hands grasping for his head. "Is it oranges again?!" he demanded futilly of the sky, "I thought we just did those!"

Thunk thunk thunk.

Nana was reasonably having the best day of her life, cavorting with the drop bears and barking like an enthusiastically mad dog while her owner whined pitifully into the ground, shielding his head from the unstoppable onslaught of bears. "Worse than oranges," he whimpered. "Cuddly bears of death!"

[ open, but with some sp warning! ]

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Fifth floor bathroom, Tuesday afternoon

That sound coming from the bathroom? Would be snoring. And a shower on full blast. But the snoring was louder.

Sokka was in there, somewhere amidst the clouds of rum-steam, passed out naked on the floor. He had been in a puddle of his own vomit, but the hot rum spraying out full-blast had washed it away.

[So very open!]