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halfbad.livejournal.com

Nathan had no idea something strange had happened to the island overnight. He'd been blissfully tucked away in the preserve on the other island, counting the stars before they passed behind clouds and falling asleep quicker than usual. Nothing seemed amiss when he'd walked back.

When he wandered into the parlor, he was first hit with the smell of a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in awhile so he knew it wasn't him. When he looked around to try and find the source, he spotted a shadowed...person in one of the corners. Nathan tilted his head and took a few steps closer to try and get a better look but the person in the shadows disappeared.

A groan from behind him had Nathan whirling around just in time to see a mess of books come tumbling down off the shelf. Had the person that he'd just seen done that? And had they been smoking too? Nathan rubbed his head, pretty sure that maybe this house was going to drive him crazy.

Still, he took a seat to eat some of the breakfast he'd brought back from town and to try and give reading another go. There were books all over the floor now so he had a nice selection to choose from even.

[Open post. Nathan's not affected by the Noir this weekend]

Current Mood: contemplative

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

With the week break, Jessica was doing her best to see if she could actually convince Director Chang to let her come back to work.

After a couple quick e-mails, it was clear that the answer was "no." So it was with a tiny bit of annoyance that she decided to rage-watch some bad movie and eat some pizza. Unfortunately, she could only do half of that, because the movie she stumbled across was Dinoswords, about dinosaurs who turned into swords which were then used by robot cowboys on the Plains of Imagination in the far future.

None of that made sense, but since she was thinking about what the hell any of that actually meant, she wasn't thinking about her continued lack of a job. Instead, she was able to think about either really focusing in at Stark or maybe - just maybe - picking up another TA position to keep her a little busy during the week.

[OOC: Open CR, of course!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica needed a few hours of down time not spent reading reports. And so she trekked out to the common room for the joys of television! That was probably a bad idea. The only things on were America's Got Talent, I Wanna Marry Harry, something that seemed like a Latverian knockoff called I've Got Liftoff For Kristoff, and a really dumb-looking movie called Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Die.

She didn't know what was going on in the movie, but it didn't involve any Royal Joe Millionaire situations or talent competitions, so she was in. With popcorn. Because the movie was dumb and that was required.

[OOC: Open CR! And yes, I did look at a list of Troy McClure movies and picked my favorite title.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was in a learning-while-being-entertained mood, so she settled into the common room and turned on the big miniseries about the great war. Not the Great War, capital letters. No, no, the Pig War, which was probably the greatest war possible. There weren't even any human casualties! Too bad about the pig, though.

So she took a seat, grabbed her Chinese delivery, and started watching, while completely ignoring a recent flurry of texts from certain people who really wanted to blow up some crime. Just ignore the buzzing, Jessica. Ignore it and it would go away eventually.

[OOC: Open because why not take advantage of the one day this week I'll actually be home at this time?]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was just so, SO happy today, you guys. She went webswinging earlier, and it was SO MUCH FUN. She played some games on her computer, and it was SO MUCH FUN. She ate oatmeal for breakfast, and it was SO MUCH FUN because she put raisins in it, you see, and that's a healthy treat!

So when it came to be evening and she was running out of things to do, there was only one option.

BALL PIT. She put on some music... on repeat... and had a little ball pit party. She may have been the only person to get a personal invitation (and you better believe she hand delivered an invite to herself), but it was really open to all. Ball pit parties did not discriminate.

[OOC: I got home from work early, napped, and that threw me off my game completely. So have an impromptu open ball pit party now just because!]

myownface

Sparkle was actually feeling pretty mellow, today. Even in Kenzi's class, when he'd gotten a couple of holes punched in his ears (and a hoop in his bottom lip, because just what Sparkle needed was a labret piercing, truly), he'd just kind of rolled with everything. The only thing that had kept him from being enabled into a new tattoo was the fact that he really couldn't afford one. He was still working on earning back the money he'd spent taking care of a kid for a month back when the island was going insane, and all.

So, he had a swollen bottom lip, because that sort of thing kind of happened when you punched a hole through part of your face. He also had a karate gi in his lap, and was going over the whole thing with a needle and thread, stitching rainbow fabric around the cuffs and trim and adding extra fasteners to the inside so that the thing wouldn't fly open if some crazy girl theoretically went out to fight crime or something while wearing it and got herself in a fistfight with some street thug somewhere.

You know, theoretically.

He also had the Cartoon Network on, because cartoons! Best day ever!

Heh... Sparrow smashed up the Ratmobile.

[OOC: Open common room is open! Sparkle's all kinds of chill, today. And watching whatever the Teen Titans Go meta is, because I decided he needed to be watching cartoons, and that was actually what was playing on Cartoon Network when I checked the schedule. New timeslot.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Friday night. A night when people were social and went out and did things. Or, if you were Jessica, you might take a break from all of your research to watch something mindless on TV. Well, if this wasn't mindless, it certainly was insane.

It was some old movie called Edison and Chimp, featuring Jack Klugman as Thomas Edison and Tony Randall voicing the chimp as they solved crimes.

Seriously, no idea. Jessica wasn't going to ask, she was just going to enjoy the antics of the chimp. Because that guy was hilarious regardless of how much Tony Randall ooked. So she was going to settle down, she was going to eat some popcorn, and she was going to not look at her tablet during the movie. Nice and easy.

.... Okay, she was going to look at her tablet. But besides that!

[OOC: Open CR!]

dollpocalypse

It was the night after graduation, and Topher had spent a chunk of this week experiencing what college life was going to be like. So, yes, there was a party happening.

New grads, their guests, and anyone who didn't make a big deal about being an underclassman (because let's face it, Topher didn't know who was in what grade) were all welcome to come upstairs and enjoy snacks, soda, and booze. Lots of booze.

Because who didn't want to celebrate this milestone on the way to adult life by jumping into a ball pit with their graduation cap still on? Topher sure did.

[[open party!]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was taking a break from her personal research and texting with certain members of her recent team up who were maybe a little too excitable for crying out loud to do a special little something for herself.

Of course that special little something was trying to write an essay for being valedictorian because, well, at this point she had no excuse not to try for it. So even that special break was more work. If she got it done tonight, she promised herself she would take a real break and relax for real... Probably by hitting the town in costume for exercise. Don't judge her.

Anyway, she turned the TV on for background noise, dug into some Chinese take out, and started writing. And then crossing stuff out and flipping to the next page in her notebook before writing some more.

[OOC: Open CR! Plenty of food.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had her tablet as she settled into the common room tonight. She was continuing to go over as many files on Roxxon as she could and she figured some background noise would be nice.

It turned out, there was a run of some of those terrible basic cable movies tonight, starting with something called Hercules vs Sinbad in: The Age of the Pharaohs. Apparently next was Slightly Larger Than Normal Monkey vs Manhole, and that somehow made less sense. Watching two minutes of this effectively killed enough brain cells that research was meaningless, so she ended up ordering some pizza so she could settle in for the whole marathon.

Don't judge what she was doing with her night. You'd do it, too. Admit it. You wanted to know how a slightly large monkey would fight a manhole.

[OOC: Open. Movie titles from The Flop House Podcast.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was in a super chipper mood today and there was nothing you could do to stop it. She was going to be like this for a fw more days, probably. Not sorry about it.

Fortunately, that was a good attitude to have while manning the Prom Tickets Table! And maybe it might even influence some decisions for the prom voting. Either way, this was the perfect stop for all of your last minute prom needs.

Um. Except for dresses and suits and stuff. But if you needed a date, Jessica could probably suggest someone. That fell into the responsibilities of a Student Council President, right?

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. PARTY!

Guess what time it was on the sixth floor, people. You can have a hint. The hint is "party." It said so in a banner in the common room.

It's Not Just St Patrick's Day!
It's Saturday!
Let's Party!

There were chips and a veggie plate and some sandwiches. There was water, punch, and lemonade. There was music at a level that should keep things lively here without disturbing people on lower floors.

And oh my god, there were even some games, you guys. This was going to be SUCH a fun time. Assuming people came. And Jessica, standing by the punch in yet another very pretty pink dress (where did she get all of these on such short notice?), was assuming just that. She was a very positive person.

[OOC: Party. Party. Party. Jessica put up posters yesterday, so all students are invited.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Right now, Jessica had pretty much tied up all of the loose ends she had hanging out there. It was weird. Since she was born in a crazy science way, she'd had something really pushing her forward. Staying out of custody, revenge on Roxxon, a grudge match with the Punisher, and now that was all neatly wrapped up, leaving her as a normal high school student with a crazy spy job in another universe.

Okay, maybe not that normal.

And that lack of normalcy was probably why she wasn't taking advantage of not being crazy driven toward something and was instead hitting a punching bag. After all, her world was nuts. It wouldn't be long before she had something else to work toward. She needed to be in condition for that. And this punching bag was giving its life so that she could do that.

Good old punching bag. So brave. So giving.

[OOC: Open for any late night gym people!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

There were some really weird truths of her life that Jessice had to deal with. Like apparently it was possible for her to scheme to cause the drug related deaths of at least two peo-- sentient beings. And when she wasn't in her own mind, she could be pretty slutty. And she was going to regularly lose weekend training time so maybe in the future schedule classes n the ends of the school week.

She had to deal with these things. But instead of doing that, she was going to watch the Olympics and eat some pizza because sometimes after a weird weekend, you needed to drown in sauce and cheese. Especially when you had a crazy metabolism that meant you wouldn't actually gain any weight or lose anything from her training.

[OOC: Post is open, naturally. And I'm freezing, also pretty much naturally. Stupid winter.]

spin_kick_snap

After a terrible day in class, Kathy just wanted to do nothing more than forget that today had ever happened. That, combined with the fiercest hunger pangs she'd ever had, had her limping down the hall to the common room on her floor, ordering more pizzas than she ever had in her life. And then some Chinese food. And a bit of Mexican to go along with, even though she had feelings about what they considered Mexican around here.

She also paid extra to have it all delivered upstairs because there was no way she could make it all the way downstairs and back up on her ankle.

The food arrived around the same time she found something watchable on TV; some anime that pitted giant robots with laser against tiny animals with magic that lived in bubbles. Or something. Look, it was very badly dubbed, which pretty much made it perfect.

By the time she'd watched the first three episodes, she'd inhaled three pizzas, two containers of lo mein, and four quesadillas. Not that she'd noticed that. With all the remaining food, it was hard to keep track!

[Open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

When she walked into the common room to turn on the State of the Union (it was that or watch her own world's SOTU and, well, this one's probably wasn't going to have to talk about civil war or the near termination of a human species...), Jessica saw herself and Peter in the corner.

"Time is going to pass by so quickly and you have no way of being ready for it," the second Jessica said. "So enjoy this time."

The first Jessica sighed, facepalmed, and looked back up to deal with whatever this was, only to find both herself and Peter gone. When she flopped onto the couch, she was confused, annoyed, and flipping off the ceiling as a way of cursing whatever the island was up to this time.

[OOC: I really had to do this at some point. Open!]

tigerundercover

It had actually taken Raven a little while to realize that something had gone terribly wrong this morning. A few minutes in which she had hidden in a stall in the bathroom, staring into a compact mirror and cursing as she tried to make herself look like anything other than her natural blue scaley self.

She'd then spent another half and hour in said bathroom stall attempting the calming and meditation techniques Charles had taught her in order to try to regain control over her ability.

It wasn't working. She'd completely lost her ability to shift.

This had led to rushing back to her room in a flurry, grabbing the only pair of jeans she owned, her formal gloves, and -- at a loss for a top that provided the proper coverage -- one of Chuck's hooded sweatshirts and pulled them all on before anyone could see her in her blue glory.

Now? Now, hood pulled up to shadow her face as much as possible, she was raiding the common room kitchen for food before looking for somewhere to hide. Maybe she'd try to find Dracula. He had some limited shapeshifting abilities, maybe he could advise her? He'd at least make sure no one tried to kill her, right?

She muttered a flurry of very unladylike words as she grabbed an entire loaf of bread and attempted to cram it into her purse.

She was going to need a bigger bag.

[ooc: Chuck's sweatshirt modded with permission. Post is quite open, yes indeed.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had spent the entire day training in an abandoned warehouse where certain people who actually called themselves "Girl" instead of something even slightly less childish might not find her. Once that was done, she figured she could actually take a night off, so she settled into the common room and ordered food.

Before long she was set up with way more Thai food than she could eat herself and figure skating on the TV. She didn't really care about figure skating, but hey, it was pre-Olympics stuff. Somebody might care. She was mostly using that as background noise while she worked out the math of how the hell delivery places on the island made any amount of money if they always over-delivered.

Just ignore all of the numbers scribbled on the napkins, and it might look like a sane person was in the common room tonight.

[OOC: Open CR!]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia had thought to simply sit on one of the sofas and read the book she'd gotten from the library. That sounded like a wonderful way to spend her first Friday evening here -- utterly relaxing.

That was until she sat down on upon one of the small black rectangles that seemed to control the television (she'd pieced together what it was and what it did from walking through common rooms the past week). The thing came to life with a blare of static and noise, and Celia watched as a thin man examined garments before what appeared to be a ragtag group of clowns.

"This concerns me," he informed one of them. And that was how Celia discovered Project Runway.

Before she knew it, she had been sitting in the common room for a solid quarter-hour, staring at the television. It wasn't until she began being inexplicably bombarded by ads that she realized she had been so mesmerized, despite the total lack of an actual story.

Television was amazing.

[open open open YES YAY IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY!

bearmaidenfair

Cold weather didn't really bother Vider that much even before she became a berserker, being of pure Scandan stock and all, but there was cold and then there was cold. In light of the current situation, she'd decided to order in rather than venturing out in search of food--yes, the delivery person had to half-freeze, but at least they were being paid for it. She didn't know her way around the various different cuisines here that well yet, so she'd picked a few items off the Chinese place's menu and hoped for the best.

Her hopes had been rewarded when the guy handed her way more food than she'd ordered. What was she supposed to do with all of this?

((Open common room is open!))

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Well, Jessica had her New Year's resolutions set - 1) Bring down Roxxon, the sooner the better, 2) Get Miles back into the game to help #1 get done sooner - and so she was getting to work on #2.

She didn't want to work at Stark's at this time, so she figured she could start work on a little present for Miles out here in the common room. If anyone asked, she would just tell them that she had an interest in making bracelets. Really big, funky bracelets. It would be believable enough for now. She wasn't going to put the triggers or spinnerettes on yet.

Just consider it a New Year's Day Night Craft Party on the fifth floor. She'd be willing to teach what she knew... up to a point.

[OOC: Okay, I have no plans, I'm not traveling anywhere, I have no emergencies, and I'm not too sick to do anything. So I CR!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was kind of cold, sure, but it seemed like a good night to brood on a roof. Jessica couldn't help but think back to the horrifically terrible year she'd had overall. Between the near-collapse of the United States, becoming a fugitive, fighting in two wars, finding herself making weapons here in Fandom, and the millions of lives that had been lost because brilliant people were determined to use science to do terrible things. Well, she compared that with her inability to live up to the challenge Nick Fury had set for her last year, her failure to take the role of your Richards, Banners, and yes, Parkers, but succeed in making the world an actual better place....

And so yes, she needed to hit the Roof of Emo. She needed to get all of this out because after this, she was going to rededicate herself. This year may have been one failure after another in the scheme of things, but there was still one thing she was working towards that might make a difference. In a world where powerful men abused science for their own gains, Roxxon was one of the worst offenders. And they were still in her sights.

It may have been a few days too early, but she had already made her New Year's resolution: bring an entire evil corporation crashing down.

[OOC: Open emo roof!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had finally gotten bored of hanging out in her room. So she went back out into public, stationed herself on the couch, and used all of her skills and training to watch out for any sneaky mistletoe. And with that skill and training, there was now mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and a couple walls, held in place by some sort of thin cable-like thing. She kept this up for a little bit until she was reasonably confident that no more plants were going to bother, and then she went ahead and she ordered a victory pizza.

It was a veggie pizza because you know what? Screw you, plants. You were dinner.

Anyway, it was a festive time on the fifth floor. Just be out of there in an hour when the thin cable-like things disintegrated.

arsenicmauls

If Gert had known that her 'quick trip' to the common room to grab a granola bar was going to lead to a coil of mistletoe snaking around her ankle and trapping her rather firmly in place, she would have brought Old Lace with her to bite through the surprisingly strong foliage. Or better yet, she might not have left her room at all. No granola bar was worth this.

Still, the fact remained that she hadn't forseen this and so she was stuck, and she was left muttering under her breath about stupid presumptuous holiday plants and holidays she didn't even celebrate and how this really wasn't a situation in which it was ideal to be caught by someone else, and especially in one's pajamas.

[[open like a common room!]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was manning the coffee and snacks today. And she had to say, it was nice to have something in the lobby dispensing food, drink, and possibly last minute cramming help rather than weapons. Of course, that 'something in the lobby' was her, so she was hard at work, sitting there and waiting for people to come by while she get some studying it.

[OOC: Open, with standard work SP!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

After a shower and change back into her civvies, Jessica made her way back to a nice, comfortable, public spot in the dorms. It had been a very weird few days, including a couple straight days of aggressive violence toward apparently no purpose, unless this weather machine thing was a big deal in a place that rained food regularly.

Still, at least she got to do some pretty interesting engineering and had SHIELD paperwork to fill out about the latest interdimensional weirdness around here in her future. That was something. Specifically, it was something to put off until a little later. For now, she was more than happy to settle for some kind of fluffy holiday junk about a postal worker who falls in love with a person who answers mail for Santa, who you could tell is quiet and lonely because she sometimes wore glasses.

Stupid but non-violent? Sounded good to Jessica tonight. And it was a great excuse for popcorn.

[OOC: Saw a commercial for that while watching Psych reruns last night. I'd watch it if I didn't have several sports-related things I'd rather watch instead.

Anyway, open CR post-BDE!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

While the gun vending machine was still, um, let's say 'festive,' it was once again working. It just happened to be at the weapons locker now instead of the dorm lobby. It also had a long workbench next to it, where Jessica was pulling pieces of Hyperion guns apart in order to put them back together. After she got it figured out last night, it turned out to be pretty simple. For a science nerd with weapons training, anyway. She wasn't sure how easy it might be for Joe Boughtvendingmachine-Guns, and don't ask her why the hyphen was there, it's that guy's name not hers.

If you wanted a gun enhanced in such a way or wanted to find out how to do it, she was more than happy to help. You just needed to bring two guns to the bench so she could do it. Or demonstrate it.

[OOC: Open to students, teachers, and people of town alike! This place is just a bit safer than going all the way out to Stark's or the Perk for gun enhancement.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

After an enlightening conversation with Doctor Tannis, some money dropped in a, um, functional gun vending machine, and some SCIENCE, Jessica figured out how to combine guns together.

Thankfully, her SHIELD training did include weapons training, even if she did her best to reject it because yeah, she wasn't going to rely on guns. But she still learned enough there to know which way to point the thing before pulling the thing and making the thing go rat tat tat. Or, in this case, bzzzt splish szzzzzzzz. And that, apparently, was what it looked like when you made a corrosive shock weapon. Um. She'd probably have to apologize to someone about the back wall... But still, it worked!

Now she just had to get the gun mod info out and get people to work so they had an advantage over Handsome Jack's guys.

[OOC: Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Even though she was something like a delinquent who'd almost gotten kicked out of school more than once, Maddie had zero experience vandalizing anything. On purpose, anyway. Accidentally dinging someone's car door or scratching a desk with your pen didn't count.

So she'd come down to the lobby with a bag of gum, duct tape, and spray paint, which, okay, that should definitely be used outdoors, but those sounded like things that could at least deface the machine, right? And who knew, maybe she'd meet a handy telekinetic who could move the thing elsewhere! Did they have handy telekinetics here?

It didn't occur to her that she might get into trouble for this, but like anyone was going to give her detention for doing something to a machine that wasn't supposed to be here anyway? Really.

[Open if you'd like to watch, help, or hinder!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica walked into the common room to find a gremlin laying on the coffee table with a sign reading, 'Draw a Tasteful Nude: $10.'

"You're always nude," Jessica pointed out. The gremlin wriggled its eyebrows at her. So she took an afghan from the couch, threw it over the gremlin, and "found" a strong adhesive to keep the blanket secured over the gremlin for about an hour no matter how hard it tried to get out. "I'm still mad at you guys about the Homecoming Picnic, so you're staying there for a while."

She then made some hot cocoa. She would have some for the gremlin, too, when his time under the cover was up. This was petty revenge, not cruelty, after all.

[OOC: I have no idea. But it's open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

This week was turning out to be weird. Jessica had a date for the dance, against all of her expectations. And she had more glitter for the sign, against all common sense. And she had yet more redacted files to read through during any slow periods at the table, against all... um... Huh. Apparently that theme wasn't enough to carry all the way through. Oh well.

HOMECOMING 2013
GET YOUR TICKETS HERE!

It had an extra-glittery border now.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had seen something about the underwear from ~~meta for~~ Breaking Bad going for almost ten grand, which was a ridiculous price for a piece of underwear.

On a seemingly unrelated note, Jessica heard some weird sounds coming from the common room. They weren't sexy sounds, thank god, but they were still strange enough to check out. That's when she saw a gremlin wearing what seemed to be signed underwear and a fake goatee putting rock candy into small bags. "Please tell me this is a Halloween thing," she pleaded.

The gremlin looked up, grabbed his rock candy, and ran off to the corner of the room. Apparently he was going to give people their distance, just give him room to work, dammit! In his underwear.

Seriously, why was this Jessica's life? She took a seat to keep an eye on the gremlin and make sure he wasn't up to anything sketchier than cosplay.

[OOC: Yes, this is week two of Underwear Gremlin Thursday Night. I pretty much expect this to end in a gremlin bite underwear party in a couple weeks. Anyway, open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had been walking down the hall when she heard weird, giggling noises coming from a utility closet. "Okay, keep it down," she called out as she knocked on the closet door. "We get it, you're having a good time. You don't have to be so noisy about it."

Then the giggling started getting louder. And there was metal banging. And horse noises. "Okay, I don't know what your deal is, but the horsey sounds is too much. Go find someplace actually private," Jessica said before opening the door.

Two gremlins immediately ran out, clutching underwear to their bodies as they darted into a vent. "I think that was my bra," Jessica noted in horror as she realized that gremlins didn't wear clothes. She decided to stop into e common room for something mindless to watch as she tried to deal with the fact that gremlins stole her underwear when the worst thing possible happened.

That's right. The sounds of gremlins getting it on in the duct started coming into the common room. She could not bury her head in enough pillows to dampen the sound enough, so she also tried turning the tv Volume up. It was horrifying.

[Im actually still at the office waiting for the ok to go home. So I post. Sigh. Delay expected for travel soon!]

notconflicted

Sia's plan of staying in her room only lasted as long as it took for her to get hungry, and then she had to venture into the common room to find some kind of food. All she had to do was raid the fridge and leave. How hard could that be?

That was possibly terrible mental phrasing, because when she got to the common room, she found the TV on. And stuck on some kind of movie.... Oh, hey, that was porn. That was definitely porn. And since that was something Sia just did not want to see, she tried to turn it off.

Naturally, the TV was not going to budge from this channel, or turn off, so anyone wandering into the common room was going to see things they probably didn't want to see. Or possibly did want to see. No judgments.

[Open! And uncomfortable!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica walked into the common room tonight with a gremlin in a pillowcase. It had been a surprisingly close call, but she managed not to get bit or anything. And, really, a pillow was a reasonable sacrifice to make to not get gremlin bit. But now she had a dilemma. A dilemma that could only be solved with kindergarten methods.

So that was why there was a gremlin in the corner of the common room with a makeshift hat that said "TIME OUT" facing the wall while Jessica ate a salad and watched Why Your Father Can't Tell a Brief Narrative. She wasn't expecting anything to be resolved even though the show was in its last season, but it was a good diversion to keep her from just staring at the gremlin during his hour of timeout.

[OOC: Open if anyone's still around to play at this time.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

With the Student Council election coming up on Wednesday, Jessica figured it was a good idea to do a little bit of campaigning outside of just mentioning it on the radio.

That's why she had a table set up in the lobby with cookies freshly bought from J,GoB on a plate. And next to the plate was a sign.

Jessica Drew
Senior Class Representative

She cares enough not to give you cookies she baked.

She could take Student Council seriously. She just wasn't really showing it yet.

[OOC: Open, naturally! Remember to vote Drew!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica settled in the common room looking to take her mind off of her recent troubles. On TV tonight there was football and tennis and supposedly real housewives and Storage Wars and so on. None of it actually good, as far as she was concerned. And if she was going to watch something that wasn't good anyway, she was going to to watch something horrible.

That was why she sought out The Proceeding. And she was going to... well, not enjoy it, because her sense of irony wasn't nearly refined enough for that. But she was going to turn her brain off so she didn't sprain something and she was going to eat popcorn, and she was going to enjoy that.

And there wasn't anything you could do about it. If you were looking to do something about it. Why would you do something about that? Did you hate people who enjoyed themselves? Shame.

arsenicmauls

Sitting by a fire-less campfire with one's hair in a shower cap and a half-eaten bag of unroasted marshmallows resting on one's sleeping dinosaur's stomach as she snoozed between two logs probably wasn't a very typical "camping" thing to do, but Gert was a city kid, so cut her a little slack.

Or, in other words: Gert didn't really want the aggravation, excessive heat and mosquitos that actually lighting the campfire would provide, but no way was she sitting in that bouncy castle all evening, so here she was. She had a book to read, something about Greek mythology, and all in all, she was enjoying the quiet evening about as much as Gert ever enjoyed anything. She'd give this an A-, Fandom.

[[Open! Give me something to do besides whimper at the movies I refuse to download, please.]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

With everything going the way it was, Jessica felt okay with the thought of heading over to the main campfire and getting away from her see-through bouncy castle for a little bit. Okay, granted, she was just as visible here as she would have been in there, but at least here she wasn't technically indoors.

Well, in-flaps.

With that in mind, she had marshmallows for burning just because it was kind of therapeutic to watch. Maybe there were some marshmallows for eating, too, if she got hungry enough. But for now, she was mostly just letting them melt off the stick and into the fire.

(And then she wondered who was responsible for cleaning the campfires when they weren't lit. Probably Fosse. He could theoretically do it while they were lit, too, though. And yes, she was going to keep thinking about things like this while those marshmallows burned. It was fun.)

[OOC: Open campfire, naturally.]

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Jessica had worked through most of her issues from the weekend. The problem, of course, was that getting past "most" still left "plenty." There was what Ben said about genetic decomposition, for one thing. It seemed unlikely, but there weren't exactly many experts for her to look into. She already knew of at least one Peter clone who aged up rapidly to his death after a period of stable aging. Who could really say it couldn't happen to her.

But then there was the identity stuff, which was just a whole other thing.

Screw it. She couldn't think about it right now and going out in costume was just not a fun idea for her at the moment, so she was going to set up a punching bag, she was going to make sure it wouldn't go flying if she really unloaded on it, and then she started really unloading on it.

It was better than thinking about things.

[OOC: Open gym!]

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For the first time in a long time, Jessica was full of happiness and cheer. Finally, at long last, good things were happening. Captain America returning to hit people until they started behaving? Great. News from New York was suggesting that mutants were starting to stand up for themselves publicly, led by peaceful acts of heroism by a certain Kitty Pryde.

But the reason Jessica was eating cake in the common room tonight? A phone call from Cap himself telling her that the President had pardoned her and that her presence was requested by this weekend.

Technically, she should be training or something, but screw that. She wasn't a fugitive anymore. She was an Ultimate again. It was her right as an American citizen (technically) to have this cake. And if anyone put up a fight, she would just call Captain America to punch some sense into them. (This wouldn't actually happen. But she was prepared to try to make it happen.)

There was also cake to share or whatever. If Jessica didn't get to all of it first in her celebration.

[OOC: YOU GUYS. I got home at a reasonable time! I post because I can!]

whenshewasnice

It was not every day that Envy Adams found herself waking up in a bouncy castle. In fact, it had been around two decades since she'd last done it. And yet here she was. And admittedly, she'd felt far more dignified in her life than she did when she was clambering out of the plastic monstrosity, but her grace stats were pretty high by now. She looked fine.

And then she stood outside the castle, by the firepit, looking around while her not particularly cheap designer heels were digging into the ground a little bit. Fandom. Couldn't just let people come back for a high school reunion without messing with them, could it? Of course not.

Even after all this time, it felt kind of like coming home. If in a way that was somehow a little bittersweet.

[ooc: Intermittent mild SP warning from me but omg, open open open.]

arsenicmauls

A girl, a dinosaur, a campfire and a pack of frozen hot dogs. Enough said, really.

Well, no, one more thing needed to be said, and that thing was 'mosqiutoes.' While toasting a hot dog with one hand, Gert used the other to immerse herself in a thick cloud of bug spray that she'd picked up this morning from Turtle & Canary. Afterwards, she'd probably spray Old Lace. Maybe. Was it even necessary?

Not for the first time, Gert lamented that it was really a pain that dinosaur care couldn't really be Googled. Sigh.

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Jessica checked the news back home earlier. Apparently the remaining Ultimates were being hunted, with three arrested in California while Tony Stark and Thor continued making life difficult for SHIELD. The Secretary of Energy was the new President. And everyone was scared of what Reed Richards might do next.

And Jessica was here. If she was still a little bit emo, well, at least that was an improvement. Class helped. A little run as Spider-Woman last night helped. Getting a cheap cell phone and spamming any number she could think of that Nick Fury might use with texts helped. Texting Tony Stark and being told that she should stay where she was because he was planning something completely idiotic... well, that didn't help at all because she felt she should be there.

But marshmallows helped a bit. So screw it, she was going to roast marshmallows - eating some, letting others turn into horrifying black goo at the bottom of the fire - until she either felt much, much better or eventually ate so many that she felt much, much worse. Either way, she had more then enough marshmallows to accomplish it and she was going for the gold.

[OOC: My favorite part of cooking marshmallows is letting them burn in the middle of the fire. I'm a pyromaniac against sugar. Open.]

notconflicted

It was moving day, and... really?

Sia had expected the tents from last year, and she'd much prefer the tents from last year. It wasn't often that she had those "I'm a princess, I don't have to do this" moments, but she thought it'd be justified in this case. She supposed it could be worse, though. She could be in that clown tent that was obviously designed by a criminal.

She claimed an area for her things, and then set outside with her two companions, one being a puppy, and one being a wolfified Atton. The way she figured, there was a 100% chance of the castle deflating at some point, and a 50% chance that it would be on purpose. So she brought the two outside to the campfire... and decided she didn't really care if the castle did deflate.

Oh, well, she'd stay out here anyway.

[Open!]

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Well, the news reports were getting worse and all of her requests to SHIELD brass were coming back with instructions to stay where she was. All in all, Jessica was not having a good day. The kicker was seeing that four southwestern states had been ceded to the genocidal robots and she still couldn't get permission to come back.

So whatever. Her world was falling apart even more and she couldn't do anything about it. Jessica was going to rage-watch TV instead. First she had to find something terrible on (Hi, Real Housewives of New Jersey! Your state is terrible, but you're even worse!), watch it, and scowl at it.

Five minutes in, the rage inspired her to get on her tablet and start looking at Portalocity's website for information on getting down to New Mexico to help out anyway. She was like a positive Hulk! With ice cream. Because she had to get some of that out of the freezer to keep the hate from boiling over too much.

[OOC: Open for people willing to rage-watch TV. Or just regular watch hateful TV.]

suitably_heroic

Not everybody had just come home after the strip club last night. Atton figured he could stick around for another round and then see if maybe he could, ahem, talk to somebody.

It had all gotten out of hand from that point on; it would take a fifteen-episode TV series to fully document the series of events that Atton Rand lived through that Wednesday night. The details weren't important anyway - what was important was that Atton now had a lot of jugs of drinks (alcoholic and otherwise) that he couldn't sneak into a fridge (they'd be discovered), he couldn't drink (he'd get alcohol and/or sugar poisoning) and he couldn't sell on or off the island because then the people he'd stolen the drinks from would find him and--

Yeah, you didn't want to know.

So he'd come up with a plan. He'd keep the drinks cool on the booze until he came up with a plan.

After about an hour he figured out why that wouldn't work.

Now he'd dragged about half of it downstairs (before giving up on that), having labeled all the non-alcoholic drinks accordingly (with labels reading 'JUICE' or 'SPARKLY WATER STUFF'. Not non-alcoholic. What, unlike some people, he didn't want detention) and stamped a few post-its reading 'DRINK' on the good stuff.

Then he sent out a couple of texts at random.

It was Fandom. Someone would show up.

[[ partaaay! ocd up! ]]

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With the way things were going recently, Jessica just needed a change. Maybe something small. Well, not small. She had a lot of hair. But changing her hair was less permanent than a tattoo (which, actually, also sounded like an idea), so she was just going for it. She called her local hair color specialist and decided to dive headlong into blondeness, because that was something that no spider-person had dared to try before. As far as she knew.

Anyway, she bought the hair dye, went to her floor's girls bathroom, and set up shop while she waited for Gert.

[OOC: Specifically here for Gert, but open to anyone in need of this floor's ladies room.]

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The sixth floor common room was all done up for a party. Really all that meant was that there was pizza, chips, and drinks (including some that seemed to be mysteriously unlabeled for anyone who might want to drink something that IS TOTALLY FINE AND YOU CAN'T PROVE OTHERWISE in the dorms). There was also a small American flag over by the TV to indicate that what this weekend was really about wasn't completely forgotten, especially considering Jessica's recent military experiences.

But those experiences were even more reason for her to relax, play some music on the radio, and hope that nobody stabbed anybody this time.

[OOC: This is the party with the I Never game that leads to Not-So-Final Destination Week. If you'd like to participate in that, please at least establish yourself in the game and maybe throw out some prompts!

Everyone in the dorms is invited via fliers from earlier this week.]

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Call it a distraction technique. Call it a way of celebrating a holiday weekend. Call it just plain forgetting what happened the last time she hosted even a small party.

Call it whatever you wanted, but Jessica was putting up flyers for a get-together on Saturday. One which would not lead to any knd of wackiness at all.

THIS SATURDAY
6th Floor CR at 6:00 PM
Celebrate Memorial Day Weekend
With Friends

She finished up at home base in the fifth floor common room, where she turned the TV on and, well, there really wasn't anything on. Apparently summer was starting before Memorial Day this year. Eventually she came across a superhero movie. Oh, Jade Torch. Why was your movie so terrible? You were ruining it for everyone else.

[OOC: Partially to remind people about the party leading into Not-So-Final Destination, partially because I AM HOME AND CAN PLAY AGAIN. CR is open!]

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