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[personal profile] living_endless
It was a boring spring Saturday as Didi padded into the common room and flicked on the TV. Sports, news, bad old movie, worse old movie, sitcom rerun ... and then she found a marathon of a teen soap opera.

Those things were like crack, and she'd come in right at the middle of a dramatic babydaddy reveal scene, so Didi let it play for a while. Then a while longer. By the third commercial break, she'd made some popcorn and was shouting advice at the screen.

It was getting irritating that the characters wouldn't listen.

[OOC: Open CR. It's been forever since I posted one of these.]
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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.]
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
Tonight, Puck was slouched on the couch in front of the television, mindlessly flipping through channels. If he were back in Lima, he would have a cup in front of him that he told his mom was juice, but really would be the beer he got someone to buy him. Here though, all he had was a Coke, and half a pizza (he had ordered it for himself, because he was selfish, but he'd probably share if someone else wanted some.) Having alcohol so easy to get here made it less fun to try. Plus he'd probably get in trouble or something for drinking in a common area.

He paused his button-pressing for a moment to answer a text from Finn, assuring him that he was having a ton of fun and that Finn was missing out. Maybe if he made him jealous, he'd come here too.

[open as CRs tend to be.]
puppy_fair: (Look Down)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
When the Reserves group assembled behind the dorms today, it was Zack who stepped up to address them first.

There... weren't any cookies today. )

[OCD on the way up, and open Reserves post is open!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer wasn't totally aware of the wacky events of the day, thanks to having spent most of the day in her room re-reading one of her favorite books.

But now, she was out in the common room making pancakes. Pancakes with chocolate chips. The TV was tuned to another Mythbusters marathon, which managed to entertain Jen without distracting her from the pancake making so they didn't end up burnt.

She'd happily make extra pancakes if anyone stopped in to hang out with her.

[ooc: Open CR!]
[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!]]
puppy_fair: (Determined)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Yep," Zack said, as the members of the reserves gathered, "I'm still getting you guys to think about what happened a few weeks ago with the gremlins, this week."

Wasn't Zack mean? He'd brought extra cookies to make up for it, this week.

"There were some troubles with communication when the gremlins hit, and we're working with the other reserve groups in order to iron those out so that hopefully getting the word out about invasions won't be so much trouble in the future. So, while we work on that, there's something else that we ought to take into consideration in the meantime."

He shot the group a grin, and then reached for his back, where his sword usually rested. He wasn't wearing it, today, and his hand groped around his shoulders for a moment before, with a shrug, he returned it to his sides.

"What do you do when you're caught off-guard by an enemy attack? I got lucky when the gremlins hit, because I was on my morning run, and had brought my sword with me for the extra weight while training. But if I didn't have my sword, what would that have left me with? Usually, I at least have some potions on me, but nothing that I can really call a weapon. I keep most of my attack materia- yes, I do cast spells when I fight, too- in my sword, so without that, all I have to rely on is my wits, my body, and my surroundings."

Don't mind him reaching for a cookie. It was something to toy with in his hands while he talked.

"Today, our activity is easy, but that doesn't make it unimportant at all. I want you all to talk about what it is that you usually carry with you that you can put to use in an unexpected fight, if you happen to get caught in one before we can get the word out to you. Weapons aren't allowed in the dorms, and so it might come to be habit to just wander around the island without all of the time. How many of you stop on your way outside to arm yourselves? How many of you can just grab something from your surroundings to use as a weapon? If you have some kind of physical ability that puts you at an advantage, that's awesome. If the best you have is some means of getting out of harm's way until you're ready for a fight, that's good too. But I don't want anybody to leave here today without at least trying to come up with something."

Zack, for example, had enough potions to keep himself from dying a horrible death if he was forced to retreat. Or, if worse came to worse, he could always just grab a beach umbrella and use that instead of a sword.

[OCD on the way up! Open Reserves is open!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer was the one at the lobby table today, stockpiled with various V-Day miscellanea.

She was fiddling with a sudoku puzzle when people weren't around to buy flowers for the Student Council sale or dance tickets for the Valentine's Day dance.

She also had a tiny card of her own on the table, which read 'Now accepting date offers'. It looked a little desperate, she admitted, but it was worth a shot.

She'd be around most of the day, except when she was at Justice and Law. Eventually she'd move on from the Sudoku to the crossword.

[OOC: Mod your sales or play them out! I'll be unavailable until 7 pm Central. Stupid work. But I'll respond to all tags when I get home!]
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[personal profile] wantstodirect
Tony had several pizzas and a few bomb bottles of soda out in the common room and was settled on the couch to watch the long-awaited new episode of Darkest Night. Tonight, they'd find out who survived last fall's cliffhanger episode! (Spoiler alert: Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant totally survived.) Plus, they'd see Amanda Tapping guest star as a mysterious Victorian woman from Raymond's past.

[Open like a CR!]
puppy_fair: (Crossed Arms)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"We did well this past weekend in warding off the gremlins." Even if Arthur'd been asleep for... well, less time than he was starting to blow it up into being, but he was frustrated. Anyway. "But we can do better. We have shared out our phone numbers - and if you haven't, yet, please leave it in the middle - but when an invasion catches us this early in the morning, we're still left scrambling. I want some of you to serve as points of contact for other students, I want all of you to see about getting a warning out or something like it if you are caught outside the dorms."

"Today's activity is going to be simple," Zack added, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Figure out these points of contact that we have to work on, talk about what it is we can do to make sure that people aren't getting caught out in this stuff without warning. And," he smiled a little, his expression wry, "suggest ways that we could have handled this last invasion better. They won't always party themselves to death."

[Open!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
After Jennifer had the unfortunate incident with the gremlin and the glass of water that morning, she'd been wary about any big water source.

And then that night, she remembered there was a freaking pool under the dorms.

She had shouted a bit on her way down, hoping someone might come along for the defense.

The last thing they needed was their beloved dorm basement to turn into a spawning field. Dressed in her gym clothes and heavy boots, she was ready to stomp some little bitey-green guys.

After all, she had a perimeter to defend.

Standing by the pool, she kept her eyes open, trying to spot any of the things before they'd try to take a little dip. She wondered if she could get away with finding a couple car batteries and just electrifying the water...

[ooc: Open!]
puppy_fair: (Crossed Arms)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Today, they were back to sandwiches. Call it a punishment for last week's teddy bears.

Arthur spoke first. "A little less than a year ago, the island was invaded by zombies," he started. "They took our people and turned them into their own. It was a close call. In order to protect the students, we built a barricade around the school by the gates and watched it day and night. Today, we are going to look into how defensible the school really is."

"I wasn't here for the zombies," Zack noted, and the expression on his face probably spoke volumes about how thankful he was to have missed that, "but in a situation like that, my guess is that you'd have to prepare for a heavy ground attack, where the enemy's strength lies more in sheer numbers than in speed or tactics. Not all enemies are going to be like that, and not all enemies are necessarily going to attack from the ground, either. An opponent that can fly, or even one that burrows or teleports from place to place is completely likely, around here."

Zack looked back at Arthur. Letting him choose today's activity meant that maybe next week, he'd be allowed to bring the cookies back. Look, the cookies were important.

"I want you all to pick a partner, or two if you'd prefer. Go down to the gates. One of you will move further back into town, then attempt to enter. The other must fend them off. Use whatever materials are at your disposal, then tell us what you've learned."

[OCD on the way up! And I swear this always said so...]
[identity profile] cutsthestrings.livejournal.com
There was no electricity, but there were plenty of practice dummies and that was all she needed.

A particularly nasty blend of anger, pain, and frustration boiled inside of her at the moment; it was uncomfortable both because of its intensity and because it seemed to stoke the more Infernal elements within her. When she was angry, there were temptations. Urges. They felt good, and that strange edge of strength and pleasure within all the pain, the feeling that one was feeding the other, bothered her even beyond what was really Bothering her. The last thing she needed right now was to feel like a monster, in any sense.

She left her yo-yo and her tessen away for the moment. Instead, she was just wailing on the dummies with hands and feet. Slicing would have had her needing a new set of dummies far too quickly; knocking the limbs and head off piece by piece, on the other hand, was both cathartic and took much longer.

[open]
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[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Hey, guys!" Zack was all smiles as he stepped in front of the Reserve gathering, today. "Since we got some more of that talking stuff out of the way last week, this week I'm going to get you all doing something a little more hands-on, taking an idea that the Magic Reserves had a while back, and tweaking it a little to better suit our purposes here!"

Because Zack was totally a rotten stealerface. And it had been a good idea.

"The thing you have to keep in mind when you're on the field is that a good bit of your strength often rests in whoever you're out there with. And, taking that a step further, nobody gets left behind. Not just because they're an asset, but because they're our people." Zack managed, barely, to refrain from getting all shmoopy and saying 'friends,' there. "But it's entirely possible that at some point, you're going to find someone trapped behind enemy lines, and it'll be on your shoulders to get them back."

He gestured to a pile of ribbons sitting on the ground, half of them red, and the other half blue. "Take one of these, and put it on your clothing somewhere, so that it'll be easy to snatch off of you. And then I want to break off into two groups according to the color of your ribbon. Each of your teams gets one of these..." He motioned to a pair of stuffed bears sitting on the ground. "They're prisoners. It's your job to infiltrate the enemy's territory, retrieve your lost ally, and then make it home safely. But if anyone from the other team snags your ribbon while you're on their turf? Sorry, guys, you're dead."

... Yeah. They were totally playing 'capture the flag.'

With teddy bears.

IT IS A MANLY SPORT.

[Open!]
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[personal profile] 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!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
There were smells and sounds coming from the fifth floor common room that would probably tempt most passers-by.
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.

Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.

And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.

[ooc: So open!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
After work, Jennifer changed into some comfy sweats and wandered down to the common room with a pint of Cherry Garcia.

Flipping through the channels, she found some sort of spy show marathon. That seemed like a good choice.

And the people on it were funny, too. Definitely a good choice, she decided. She'd be keeping the remote away from anyone who came in. But she might share her ice cream.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
Yesterday a promise was made to bake cookies.

Which was why Claire had gone shopping and was currently in the common room, mixing up the dough to bake some double chocolate chip cookies. She left a voicemail for Jool and figured that other people would probably wander by when they smelled something baking.



[open common room!]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
Christmas in California had been okay and New Years in New York had been completely awesome. But now Claire had a very important task at hand. Tomorrow she was getting another little sibling. And she knew how crowded the picnic would be.

Which was why she was sprawled out on the common room floor watching the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker marathon and covering a giant piece of posterboard with glue and glitter.



[Open! Claire has extras if anyone else wants to make a sign with their little sib's name!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer was back to being big and green. She'd stretched out on a couch, utterly relaxed for the first time in days. It just felt so good to be this strong. She'd just have to learn control of that strength. And no time like the present, right?

She had a 'Dirty Jobs' marathon on the TV, with a bowl of popcorn and a diet coke sitting nearby that she was idly poking at.

Life was good.

[ooc: Open like a common room!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
After having broken a carafe and having to redo most of the cart (donuts with glass shard sprinkles were not something she thought was safe to feed the student body), Jennifer took drastic measures to makes sure cart number two went better.

She reverted back to being her 'normal' self. So there's be normal, petite Jennifer Walters in the lobby, ready to serve you pastries and various forms of caffeine for most of the day, barring her History final.

And she wasn't sulking about being her normal self. Really. She was just bummed that classes were over, honest.

[ooc: Open! I will be around to grab pings for a short bit this morning, and then after work!]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Arthur scraped his throat after everyone had arrived. "I hope you all enjoyed Reno's presence last week. Today, we'll be concerned with two things, reservists," he said, "First of all, I hope all of you have taken the time to visit the Magical Reserves at work some time during the past few months. If you haven't, please do. They are hard workers, and worthy of our trust." After a pause, he continued. "We will all at some point encounter a foe using forces we don't understand." Thank God for that 'we', or Arthur never might have managed to get the phrase out of his throat.

"In such case, it's important not to panic, and to keep some kind of plan ready. A way to shield or shroud yourself. Keep hidden and strategize, or think on your feet, use your surroundings. I am not necessarily speaking of magic here; running into technology you don't know might have the same devastating effects." ...Boy, was Arthur happy he'd learned about guns before running into anyone using them.

"I'd like to open the floor for debate about the best ways to deal with an attacker who uses powers or materials you don't have a direct grasp on. How would you improvise? Likewise, if you have such a man-- or, er, a woman. If you have such a person on your side instead, learn from them. Find out what your fellows are capable of. That way, you won't wind up underestimating their abilities in a fight, and cheating yourself out of a good partnership." Cough. "On either end, understanding is our greatest tool. It might even bring you friends where you used to see enemies."

Arthur crossed his arms. "Secondly, we'll be repeating an old exercise," he said, "Pick a partner. One of you hides in the preserve, setting a trap, the other tracks them and tries to take them out." Beat. "Without lethal weapons, if you please. That will be all. Get to it."

[[ open! ]]
intraspective: (Santa Hat)
[personal profile] 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!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer was far too amused by all the antics this weekend. She was popping popcorn in the common room. A lot of popcorn. She just hoped the entertainment would come to her... or she'd have to mount an expedition. With some fellow people not saddled by the insanity.

She figured it was something to do with her gamma irradiation. Thank goodness for it, she thought.

For now? Om nom nom, popcorn.

[ooc: So v. v. open]
living_endless: ([neg] oh please)
[personal profile] 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!]
puppy_fair: (Look Down)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Zack had been back on the island for all of a half-hour, now. Just enough time to wander his way from the Causeway back to the dorms, stop into his room, stick the gerbil into the hamster ball, and then ooze his way to the common room, where he immediately plopped himself down on the couch and proceeded to stare at the television.

There were a few missing ingredients in this equation, tonight. Such as the presence of mind to actually turn the TV on, and the notion that the gerbil would probably get more exercise if only Zack wasn't hugging the ball to his chest like a teddy bear.

Mr. Winkles attempted to scrabble up the side of his wee plastic prison, cursing humanity for the creation of the transparent torture sphere in which he was trapped. As usual, he was Not Best Pleased.

[Open, as common rooms typically are.]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Okay, true believers, the last time we'd seen our mean green heroine-in-training, she'd been dancing about in her underwear and singing about homicide1.

This evening, however, she was more clothed and less full of song. Instead, she sat on the couch, stretched out with a pint of Cherry Garcia in hand. The TV was tuned to a rerun of Mythbusters. They were playing diet cola and Mentos. It was putting a smile on her face just as much as the ice cream.

This was how the She-Hulk liked to spend a quiet Saturday night in.

-----
1 - Last night, gremlin bite -- Natch!

[ooc: Open post! I'm testing out a more... comics-y narrative.]
[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com
Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George  - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room.   It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws.  George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong.  Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.


[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Having handwavilyomg put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]
puppy_fair: (Hmmmm)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Arthur not being about meant that Zack pretty much had free reign over the reserves today, and so the first thing that people might notice would be the table that he'd set out with cookies, donuts, muffins, and juice. He might never be able to get away with it again, he was going to take it where he could get it!

Of course, no Arthur also meant that Zack was kind of winging it, with today's actual content. Fear.

"So, since most of what we've been doing lately is kind of limited to discussion, today we're going to try something completely different!" Because that would totally work well. "Physical tests of patience, endurance, and teamwork! I want each of you to grab a partner, someone you don't know all that well, if possible. And then come here, get a piece of rope, stand side-by-side, and tie your two closest legs together."

Yes. This was Zack's idea of a test of endurance. Be happy he hadn't pulled out the potato sacks.

"And then I want you to run from here to the wall of the dorm building and back, as fast as you can go, without falling on your faces! It's harder than it looks!"

This was why Zack was not often left in charge.

[OCD on the way, cooperation from LJ pending up!]
puppy_fair: (Hmmmm)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Well, Zack's trip back to Midgar certainly could have been better, but ShinRa had kept him busy enough after Angeal's disappearance to more or less get his mind off of the worst of it. There had been remnants of the Wutai forces to hunt down, after all, and then one of the ShinRa scientists had rigged up a simulation of Ifrit for Zack to beat up on once he was back in Midgar. He'd smacked that down a few times, until he was satisfied that he could take on the real thing again without needing Sephiroth to show up to save his butt, and then this morning, he'd gone summon-hunting.

Now, he was back on the island, with all of his swag from his assorted missions spread out on the floor for inspection. Mr. Winkles the gerbil, who had put on a little weight while Zack was out due to a precautionary over-feeding, was rolling about in his hamster ball, burning off all of that extra fall-break flab.

The bulletproof vest, he was totally keeping handy for his next mission. He was already wearing the earrings and fire armlet that he'd picked up in Wutai, and the Ifrit materia he'd gotten from his re-match was tucked away safely in his pocket. There were a few other assorted Materia for him to consider, and some potions and such that he was poking at now. Those three X-Potions were totally being put aside for a rainy day, with the two Elixirs...

He could be at this a while.

[Open, naturally, if there's anyone left alive out there on the island. I promise I won't Final Fantasy geek you to death if you drop in. Unless you want me to.]
[identity profile] 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.]

[personal profile] bitchprince
"Today," Arthur said, scraping his throat with all the repressed joy any British royal with a stick up their ass could manage upon being reunited with their army, "We will be returning to a very basic element of our strategy. Which is being able to anticipate on what your fellow soldier will do. To that effect, we are going to guide you through a few very simple hand-to-hand drills, to be executed by you all as a group. Please take a good look to your left and right to see who is closest, so you can keep an eye on their step."

Zack nodded, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the group.

"Basically, we're telling you where to go and how to get there, and it's up to you guys to keep in time with the rest and make this work." A pause. "And if you don't, I guess we'll have to poke at you until your form improves."

"Or smack you 'round the ears with a beach umbrella," Arthur added, letting a bit more glee shine through. "Anyway, you should all know how it goes-- so please follow Zack and I as we demonstrate both a basic attack and a basic defensive drill. Mind your footwork."

[[ wait for the ocd up! and open! ]]
puppy_fair: (Fighting Stance)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Today we will offer you the opportunity of sparring against each other," Leto said when everyone had gathered. "Zack and I will be here to assist you, or spar if you like. The combination of improving your skills and learning the strengths and weaknesses of your friends makes this extremely useful." He smiled. "And fun."

"So," Zack said, practically chirping yet again as he stepped forward to speak, "what we need you guys to do is to pair off, find a spot here on the lawn where you won't get in anyone else's way, and spar. Please, be careful to take it slowly at first. Understand that there are people who have far, far more experience than others in this field. It can't hurt to compare notes first, to try to judge if you're going to be wildly unbalanced or not."

"Exactly," Leto replied. "This is practise and we shouldn't have to take anyone to the clinic. If you have questions or concerns, talk to us."

"Same as if anyone does end up hurt." Zack nodded. "I have potions and healing Materia on hand just in case. Okay guys, have at it!"

[After the OCD is up!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer was crashed out on a couch, watching music videos on some channel that, of course, wasn't MTV (like they ever show music videos.

She couldn't help but hum along with the one currently playing.

Though the lyrics boggled her.

"Wait, what do maps have to do with loving someone like she loves him?" she said at the TV.

At least she had one part of the common room experience down: she had a few big bags of Cheetos to share with anyone who came in.

[ooc: Open to any and all]
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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!]
[identity profile] knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com
Usually Chuck wasn't much for doing big things with his Friday nights. Hardly a big weekend party-goer.

However, it wasn't just any Friday night that a guy turned fifteen. So, tonight was for celebrating. Okay, so, making dinner with his sister might not be every guy's dream idea of a birthday party, but it was pretty traditional for them.

So far, food was in the oven, and now it was really just a case of waiting and trusting in Ellie's cooking skills (which were considerably better than his). He was pretty confident it would be great, and already flopped out on one of the couches eying the cake. That was the part he really wanted right now.

"You sure we have to be traditional with the first course eating first?"

[[[livejournal.com profile] awesomebigsis modded with permission. Patented Bartowski dinners involve a lotta food and all sorts of people dropping in, so.... Can definitely be open!]]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
With no class today, Jennifer took the time to finally get up her campaign posters

Cut for image )

[The text reads: Jennifer Walters for Student Council Junior Representative. A Hulking Good Choice]

She'd happily chat with anyone that wanted to, as she put up the posters. She might get more votes that way.

[ooc: Open, sure!]
puppy_fair: (Sheepish)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Alright!" When the Reserves crew assembled today, they'd be greeted by Zack, holding up... Half a sword! The last two feet of the length of his blade were nowhere to be seen, and what survived was the hilt, and a length of metal that had definitely seen better days. "Broken weapons! They happen! I know some of you think your blades are all but invincible, but considering the sorts of things we see around here every day, I think it'd be safe to assume that someday, something will invade that stands a chance at disarming even you."

Like, say, Klingons.

Zack tossed what was left of his sword onto the ground at his feet, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"A broken weapon means that you're going to have two problems. First, the very immediate issue of an enemy that quite possibly has now gained a serious upper hand against you. And second, the eventual repair or replacement of your weapon." He perked a little, giving his hands a clap together. "So! What we're going to do today is discuss both. Can you hold your own in a fight with something big and mean if you've been disarmed? Is your weapon still capable of doing some damage with what might be left? My sword isn't any good for attacking anymore, but at least I can use it to block incoming attacks with what's still there. And then talk about the repair or replacement. Is there someone on the island who can fix your weapon in particular? Can you find another one if it's beyond repair, or is it one of a kind?"

"Some of you may remember the meeting we held on searching your environment for an appropriate weapon," Arthur cut in, "In a pinch, remember to look around you, and to make use of what you've got. In fact, you're best off making sure you've got the measure of the area before you even start - lest you lose a flail and don't know to find the blunt instrument you might need to take out your enemy." NOT THAT HE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. "Look around the grounds -- do you see anything you could use to your advantage if disarmed? And, on a related note - how great are your skills of avoidance -- although we'll go into that next week."

[OCD is up and the Reserves are open to all!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer, or rather The She-Hulk, stood on the edge of the roof, aiming her squirt gun over at the various evil BLUs (Feegles, not that she knew that) down below. Occasionally she fired off a shot, a blob of water hitting... nowhere near the tiny tiny targets below.

That did not stop her from going "Boom, headshot!" every so often as well.

[ooc: I... yeah, I'm crazy. Very Open.]
longislandiceme: (goofing off)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby was, to put it quite plainly, bored.

Even the television had proved unsatisfactory in terms of entertainment factor, which is why he was now sitting on the floor surrounded by reams of paper with the television just on for the sake of background noise.

He was determined, you see, to build the perfect paper airplane.

[ooc: open!]
longislandiceme: (in profile)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Sooo... Bobby had gone down to Pizza Planet, with the intent of getting himself a six-topping pizza.

Unfortunately they'd misheard his order and he ended up with six one topping pizzas. So... now he had way too much pizza than was humanly possible for one teenage boy to consume. Which is why it was stacked on a table in the common room, so that anyone could have some.

Please. Have some.

Bobby really doesn't want to be stuck eating leftover pizza for the next two weeks.
[identity profile] italksmack.livejournal.com
It should have come as no surprise that as soon as Kelly figured out the year (and it took her long enough), she bounded out to the common room to plunk in front of a TV and try to take in as much pop culture as possible.

"Those pants are cute! Omigod, so cute! And that tall blonde chick who, like, poses everywhere? Is awesome. I like her dog! BRAD AND ANGELINA HAVE LIKE, SEVENTY BABIES. What happened? They both used to be like, super-hot and like, now they have a million babies, and babies are cool but like, none of those kids really look like them! That's so weird."

And so forth. No, she wasn't talking to anyone in particular.

[so, so open.]
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[personal profile] vanillajello
It was Kate’s last day as one of the new kids. She was celebrating this by sitting in the third floor common room with some candy and a volume of manga.

Okay, so maybe ’celebrating’ wasn’t quite the right word, but at least she was happy.


[Ooopen!]
puppy_fair: (Unsheathing his Sword)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
To say that Zack was on the antsy side was, if only a little, something of an understatement. With no classes to keep him busy, he was left to his own resources to fill his time. Work. Rehearsal. Practise.

Today was the day he'd set aside for that practise thing. And that was why he'd staked out a corner of the Salle for himself and the girl who... well... who had, in another reality, staked him.

Not that she knew that.

He was running over some practise forms with his sword while he waited for her to arrive. Keeping still for too long, after all, was hard.

[Zack is here for that girl, but the Salle is an open Salle!]
trigons_child: (Lying on the couch)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven really didn't expect to get mail, but ever so often she'd check because it was the normal thing to do. This morning she was surprised to find that somehow "Rachel Roth" had ended up on some sort of mailing list, because she had credit card offers and other junk mail. Most of it was discarded, of course, but one item drew her attention and she decided to look through it. Said item, which she now was curled on the common room couch reading, was a catalog for something called "The Pyramid Collection."

Raven was soon enthralled by the offerings, including the hooded velvet coat, and the halcyon ribbon dress, and the purple rose dress, and the bordeaux dress, and the velvet and taffeta dress, and the velvet moonbeam dress, and, ooooh, the Raven necklace.... Maybe she should reconsider those credit card offers after all.

The vampires welcome mat was right out, of course. But maybe she should get the vampire book. Purely for research purposes.


[ooc: open, of course, and inspired by the mun who got the same catalog the other day and would blow her paycheck in it if she could.]
[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com
The sky was threatening rain, but it had been hot enough that a little rain actually might not be all that bad. Besides, there was a nice breeze that felt just heavenly.

Peyton stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and debated whether she should order a pizza to be delivered. Then again, maybe she should wait. She probably wasn't the only one who'd want to take advantage of the breeze.


[Open as decks are!]
[identity profile] futuresmuggler.livejournal.com
Bored and hungry, Mirax had wandered out to the common room, where a short search of the kitchen led to finding a recipe, which in turn led to a trip into town to get supplies because once you saw something like that, you had to make it. You just had to.

It was almost done by now, so Mirax kept going to the fridge to check on it, like that would make it be done faster. There was TV on in the background for noise, but she had her priorities here and the TV wasn't it.


[So open! And now I want to make this.]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
Joan and Kate had worked all afternoon to transform the common room into a tropical paradise.

Inside the door, a small table held flower leis for all of the party-goers. There were garlands hanging around the room, tabletop torches on most of the flat surfaces, and paper lanterns adding festive mood lighting.

Hawaiian music played in the background if anyone felt the urge to hula.


[please wait for OCD up! Have fun!]
[identity profile] not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com
Jennifer Walters was not an expert baker.

That would be why she had given up on actually attempting to bake cookies, and was just eating the cookie dough raw and watching her favorite movie, Beautiful in Blush.

She'd share the dough, though. She'd feel such a pig if she ate it all herself. Not that she wouldn't just burn all the calories next time she changed into the She-Hulk.

[ooc: Open!]

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