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repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Peter had gotten up late, which was strange since usually his nanny had him out of bed before noon. But sleeping in was fun, so Peter didn't mind.

Peter also didn't mind how he was able to get to the kitchen in the common room and help himself to sugar cereal. He poured himself a big bowl, barely waved the milk near it, and settled in to try to find cartoons on TV.

Throw in nobody lecturing him about having to act in a proper manner and this was shaping up to be the best Saturday ever.

[ooooooopen]

Current Mood: cheerful

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim still had some time before catching his train back to Pennsylvania for Christmas, so he decided to come down to an area that he had never seen used in his year in Fandom: the rec room on the first floor of the dorms.

They had ping pong tables down here. Ping pong! So he put one end of the table up so he could practice by hitting the ball against a 'wall' and started playing. He was... decent. At best.

[OOC: Open if anyone knows that this place exists outside of rumors and hearsay and can find it.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After hearing the news about Chuck Norris congratulating Heisman Trophy winner Tim Tebow by not faxing a letter, but by staring at the letter until it faxed itself.

Clearly, he needed to have a Runner, Texas Ranger marathon in the common room. The first episode up was the one where Runner played Russian Roulette with a loaded gun... and won.

[OOC: Seriously, ESPN went nuts with Chuck Norris Facts today. It was entertaining.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was in a great mood when people started arriving for practice. "Okay guys, good news for you. Next week we're having a game! Gold Team versus Blue Team. No holds barred, just keep in mind this is flag football not tackle football," his gaze may have drifted to Willow when he said that. "So, let's make this practice really worth it and get some serious work done!"

He'd set up all the equipment necessary for very thorough skills drills in his excitement for the upcoming game.

It may have helped that he'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep the night before without infant droids to care for.

[Yes! Game next Sunday!]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim decided to check something out.

If he had hot chocolate ready and was blasting Journey - and not even the good Journey music, but the worst of Journey - would people be repelled by the music and stay for the hot chocolate, by drawn by the music and stay away from the hot chocolate, or completely ignore one or the other entirely?

Jim had no clue.

[OOC: Journey songs and hot chocolate fully moddable.]

keds-champion.livejournal.com

Pam had turned off her cell phone to avoid calls from Roy about their sons beating up someone else, or from Angela about how Michael had started another fire out of missing Ryan. She had more important things to do today.

So she waited in the basement near the pool, holding a few tiny bottles in her right hand.

[for Jim omg.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

There was a large Firecat taking up pretty much the entire common room couch. Altra wasn't exactly giving off happy kitty vibes while he stared out the window, so it was probably best not to disturb him.

Karal didn't even try, just sat at the table with a pot of tea, attention divided between Altra, his notebook, and the box of savoury pastries he'd bought from J, GoB after class. There were far more than he could eat alone, so he'd be happy to share.

"Are you sure you don't want one?"

Altra looked at him long enough to say, :No,: then turned back to the window.

Karal shook his head and sighed, then nibbled on a pastry while he made more notes.

[ooc: open, of course.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim had an experiment to conduct. He settled into the common room and turned on the History Channel. It seemed to be Titanic Day or something because everything they were showing was about the Titanic. That was weird.

It also had nothing to do with his experiment. He sat back, watched Modern Marvels, and wondered how he was going to work vole skeletons into conversation.

[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg had actually been ~~handwavily~~ productive today and spent a couple hours in the gym. So she decided to reward herself by making popcorn and settling down to watch Ratman Restarts on TV.

She opened up a bag of M&M's and mixed it in with her popcorn (best way to eat popcorn, after all) before concentrating on the hotness that was Christian Bale.

[Oh so open]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

There was a Jeff watching movies in the common room.

This Jeff was watching very bad old horror movies.

This was a Jeff with a purpose. A Jeff with a plan.

This was a Jeff who was going to win a Film Off, yes.

[ open, of course ]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was an exciting Monday afternoon in the common room. There was a Space Battles marathon on the movie channel and absolutely no classes to worry about.

Andrew and John were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the program. And probably geeking out a little. "Dude, Hanno totally shot first, I hate when they show the special edition," John complained. Okay, a lot.

[ooc: Open like a...CR!]

Current Mood: dorky

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After being bit by gremlins and making an emergency stop at a janitor's closet that for some reason had matching costumes in their sizes, Jim, John, Gavin, and Karal made their way to the common room.

And then...

"Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop *weird finger-to-cheek popping noise*"

[OOC: They think they're a barbershop quartet. Come and get a free concert!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Jim and John were having a man-date. No need to provide details as to what that consisted of. Needless to say it was manly and full of UST. They found themselves walking the fourth floor hallway, near 413, surprisingly. Neither boy was aware of the dangers that lurked in the dorms at night.

[ooc: for

fat_halpert and others who know who they are...]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Flag football practice can't happen when the people involved don't remember who they are or that they should be at flag football practice. Happily that was last weekend. This weekend there was practice. Wonderful and amazing practice.

There were flags, there were balls, and there were mats. Why mats? Just in case people wanted to practice falling on their behinds like they will during the game ~~that will happen at some point in the near future if at all possible~~.

John informed the newbies their team affiliations upon arrival (Peter=blue, Harry=gold), but it didn't matter as inter-team mingling was encouraged. Especially where taunting was involved.

[ooc: COME PRACTICE ~~after the ocd~~]

Current Mood: devious

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was in the mood to just hang out, after working at Wonders of the World. So he made some popcorn and took a seat on the couch, trying to find something worth watching.

Oh, look. An episode of Abaranger was on. Adam boggled a lot less this time around, but there was still a little bit of staring as the opening credits began.

[OOC: Bored! So very, very open!]

Current Mood: amused

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was very deliberately spending the evening doing something just for him, something that involved no work or stress whatsoever.

He was curled in a chair in the common room, reading The ~~Hobbit~~ Halfling, and really getting into it. There were occasional exclamations of surprise or excitement, but they were in Karsite, so they probably sounded a little strange.

The television was on, providing some background noise, but he wasn't watching it. Didn't mean other people couldn't, however.

[ooc: open, of course! Shhh, it always said Monday]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd ~~handwavily~~ put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. ~~Please wait for~~ Minimal OCD is up!]

smartestone

As was becoming almost habit, Hermione headed down to the gym early to help set up for the bi-annual club fair. Tables were set up for each club, with chairs for the club heads to sit behind, so they could explain their clubs and get people to use the clipboards on the table to sign up.

There was a refreshments table, and Hermione was around if anyone had any questions.

[~~Wait for the blissfully small OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After two crazy weekends, John was itching to get back to flag football practice. Encouraging new students to stop by and join in, he'd ~~handwavily~~ placed colorful signs in the dorms announcing practice times and open sign-up.

Considering the events of the game three weeks ago, John decided he would emphasize the flag part of flag football this practice. Meaning players would practice chasing each other down and stealing their flags - without tackling.

He readied the gym with the necessary equipment and set out the sign in sheet.

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim was wearing a suit and was watching We tonight. Yes, the women's network. They were showing a movie starring the guy who played Keely Ruth on Skeletons and his hair was really really weird in a really entertaining way.

Watching We had absolutely nothing to do with any Awesome class and trying to lure girls in to use pickup lines on or anything.

[OOC: Pretty much what Johnny Storm said earlier. Jim has his spy camera strategically placed (pointing down between the couch cushions, so you can't actually SEE anything, and he meant to do that, really) to pick up any attempted picking up. That's the main reason why he's here right now. If you'd be okay with Jim trying a pickup line on you, please let me know OOCly and the cheap lines will fly!

ETA: No more flirting due to sleep.]

smartestone

Hermione's reached a point where she's just bored. She's out of things to read that she hasn't read a dozen times already, she's out of yarn for knitting, her workshops are almost over and they're not really the studying kind, and Crookshanks hasn't been around all day to play with. Not that he plays voluntarily, but shut up.

So this is why she's in the common room, resorting to the television. It may rot the brain, but at least it's noise. She turns it on, flipping channels, and... ooh.

Hermione's found the Discovery Channel. Someone should probably stop her before the addiction sinks in.

Current Mood: bored

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After work, John set himself up with food and in the common room. He flipped through the channels before settling on the thriller The Bleating of the Bunnies. "What kind of person would wear someone's skin?" he asked the screen, shaking his head.

Obviously John hadn't read the book.

[ooc: open!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John and Willow had ~~handwavily~~ left messages for the all the players abut the change in practice time.
The gym was set up for flag football. There were gold and blue flags in two boxes. Above the boxes players could see the huge poster Willow'd made. It was covered in stickers and glitter and written in many colorful markers. The poster listed the two teams and the names of the players on each team as follows:

Gold Team	Blue Team
John Sheppard, captain	Willow Rosenberg, captain
Abigail Whistler	Adam Park
Billy Kessler	Andros
Bridge Carson	Annette Hargrove
Chad Sado	Jim Halpert
Dawn Summers	Jo Harvelle
Dean Winchester	Marco Conrad
Dick Casablancas	Sam Winchester
Evie Carnahan	Shawn Farrell
Johnny Storm	Sokka

The poster also encouraged players to pick the proper color flags and join their captain for practice. There were also bottles of water by the sign in sheet ~~just cuz I love that icon~~.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! All oglers welcome in the watching/cheering thread, but remember: Those who watch too much football will wear out their end zone.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had the gym all set up for the first real Flag Football practice. He hoped people had gotten their voicemails or heard the radio broadcast (but not the Bo Peep bit).

John had set up a table with more copies of his handout. Two crates were on the gym floor: one containing dozens of footballs, and another with flag belts and red and yellow flags.

Willow was off to the side, being a good co-captainy type and John was pacing, eager for practice to begin.

[ooc: Open to all! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready! Willow modded with permission]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

This was the first ever Flag Football information session and practice. John and Molly set up all the necessary equipment in the camp gym. There was a handout by the door explaining what flag football was and the overall rules.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up, come on in!]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim was practicing shooting free throws. The fire was his basket. Marshmallows were his basketballs. He was well aware that he was basically just chucking sugar into the fire to melt, surely making a horrible mess of some sort inside all of that wood. He was curious what it would look like when all was said and done, though, so he kept shooting.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Which it is.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After the movie that wasn't actually watched due to all of the talking going on (although Jim did notice that one actress looked kind of like someone he knew), Jim and Pam walked back to Platypus.

"So, what did you think of the movie?" he asked, feeling surprisingly not nervous.

[OOC: Locked to Jim and Pam, please.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Somebody put a whole bunch of candy on a table in the common room.

That same somebody put up signs saying "FREE CANDY! FOURTH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!"

And then he went back to his room on the second floor, far away from any kids that would be unable to get to sleep thanks to him and his sugar.

[OOC: Jim's not here anymore. He's just mean.]

keds-champion.livejournal.com

Pam had spent the afternoon in her room drawing, and, being bored, had drawn a little glue over her sketch and sprinkled it with the glitter Jim had given her.

A short while later, Pam the cocker spaniel went bounding into the common room in search of someone who would feed her! Or play catch! Or scritch behind her ears!

For now, she was curled up on the couch (she was pretty sure that was Not Allowed but no humans were around to stop her) and poking her paw at the little thing that the humans used to make the box light up.

[So, Pam's been glittered. She thinks she's a cocker spaniel. She will act like a dog until the glitter wears off, yes, but she still...is Pam. And very human. Mwahahaha. Open, as common rooms are.]

notawitch.livejournal.com

Will had settled down in the fourth floor common room, and was humming along to the radio as she poked around in the cupboards in the mini kitchen. There were five different canisters of hot chocolate left out on the table (chocolate, double chocolate, mint chocolate, white chocolate, and something nasty looking marked as "candy cane"), with a little sign propped up in front of them.

Today Only: Free hot chocolate mix!
Help yourself to a cup!

Will was not so secretly hoping that she'd be able to get through these things faster by ~~pawning some off on~~ sharing them with other people.

Current Mood: cheerful

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana was curled up on a couch in the common room, ostensibly watching TV, but really wondering about things like where Phoebe was. Jim was still sick so she was out here where she wouldn't disturb his sleep. And she thought that being out where others might stop by and distract her could be a good thing.

[OOC: Open!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Cereal! Dinner of champions! Turtle got herself a bowl of chocolate cereal and poured chocolate milk over it and then plopped in front of the television to kill a few braincells. She'd been working on her stocks portfolio all day and was so ready to veg.

[[ open as common rooms are; if I disappear or don't respond, I apologize and blame the call of school work weighing be down before work-work ]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim wandered out to the common room with a bowl of candy - which included a few Canary Creams from the joke shop mixed in there - and turned on the second night of the season premiere of 60. There might be dead terrorists on the screen and there might be people turning into giant birds in the common room. No matter what, Jim figured he was going to be entertained tonight.

He couldn't help but wonder who was playing the one guy. "I know I've seen him in something. Oh! Wait! The stoner movie! The guy from the White Castle movie!" Jim was way too excited about figuring that out.

[OOC: Open as a common room tends to be. There are a handful of Canary Creams in the candy bowl. If you want to eat one, feel free. You'll be a giant canary for the span of a comment or so. And 60 is, of course, 24. Unless somebody directs me to a different meta for it.

Also, I'm American. I didn't know about any Australian politicians named John Howard. But ~~meta-Bauer has a slight Australian accent~~ Australia has a meta-Bauer accent because of it, okay?]

likethegun

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco had claimed the remote as his own and was now channel surfing from about a foot away from the television. There was a big, forgotten bowl of popcorn behind him.

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 was peering over the edge of the roof with a pair of field glasses, taking notes on the students passing by and jotting down suspicious behavior. He would find out which were the prisoners and which were the wardens...

[OOC: Ping to the OCD "Being Watched" thread if you want 6 to see you on the school lawn and what your character is doing as they are idly passing by. No action is too mundane for suspicion. Obviously, the roof is also open for your interactiony needs.]

ETA: [And 6 has fled the roof! OMG can't keep that up, peoples. You're all completely awesome. No new pings to 6 in the threads (I will continue his existing interactions). Roof remains open for all non-6 conversation.]

Current Mood: suspicious

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John leaned against a nearby locker, rehearsing his speech as Big Brother.

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her ~~handwavily~~ grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!

Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.

[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]

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