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milkedhiseel.livejournal.com

Tyrion was still adjusting his gauntlets as he took his place atop a large rock and raised his voice. He supposed the muggy day meant he'd pay in sweat for the suit of armor as the sun rose higher, but he was still a Lannister. He would wear proper red and gold insignia today for the sake of that.

He took a moment to glance over his army. It wasn't much of one, a few dozen children and every explosive that could be cobbled together out of scraps. Those with him still deserved the dignity of any troops.

"We don't have a lot of time before we're noticed," he began, "so I will make this short. Today, you are all doing something very brave in taking up arms, and I thank you for it. We may be hurt. We may not succeed. If we do succeed, you may find no glory in it. We may not get songs written about us, or gold to fill our pockets -- and if you're out here for any of that, wipe those thoughts from your mind.

"But this island -- the people on this island -- deserve better than the dictatorship of a madwoman. We deserve the freedom to think as we want. The right to kiss someone we love outside on a summer day. And as I speak, some of your compatriots are risking their lives to free our imprisoned friends from her clutches. Others will be working through the night to find a way to dethrone her once and for all. Our distraction will give them the time and space they need to reach those goals. Let's not let anyone down."

He drew a breath, took one last glance to the school. "Now, on three, pick up your weapons and go."

wannabehunter

By now Jo was acutely aware of just how little time she had left in Fandom, but rather than mope, she'd decided to be proactive about things.

Which was why the floor of the fourth floor common room was (barring enough room to step around them) completely covered in road-maps for every state from Maryland to Nebraska.

She also had her laptop open to several news sites. No reason.

Current Mood: thoughtful

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

There was something decidedly unkingly about sitting on a couch in sweatpants, a t-shirt and socks while eating cereal and watching cartoons. That didn't stop Edmund. He'd been here far too long and was developing bad habits. Relaxing, comfortable, bad habits.

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

The Second Floor Common Room was no more. The entire area was now a mish-mash of pillows, chairs, blankets and couches. King Edmund had a cardboard crown on his head. He surveyed his creation and nodded in satisfaction.

Now he just needed some subjects to rule! Or, more likely, someone to tell him where to shove his kingliness.

[OOC: BLANKET FORT.]

wannabehunter

Gas-mask in hand, Jo was prepared to go spend the night hunting monsters, but first she been back to her room to get one more vitally important item. Her camcorder, because someone had to keep alive the traditions of capturing your classmates under the effects of hallucinogens for posterity.

[For one in particular, but otherwise open.]

Current Mood: predatory

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

The deck near the dorms was, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. The only thing that might have seemed even remotely out of place was the fact that there was a palomino horse (of course, of course) on the aforementioned deck. The horse wore a jaunty hat and seemed quite interested in the business section of the morning paper.

There was a cup of hot coffee next to him, but how he'd procured it and how he intended to drink it (if, indeed, he did intend to drink it) was a mystery.

[OOC: Edmund is Mister Ed and ~~open deck is open!~~ I've gone to bed, SP tonight! Deck's all yours.]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Winter was a while off yet, but it was considerably cooler than a few months ago. Naturally, this called for hot coffee. It was a good thing then that Edmund had been into town to the bakery and coffee shop. There was a large Thermos of hot coffee with some disposable cups and a box of pastries on the table if anyone came by. For now, Edmund was content to sit back in his deck chair and enjoy his breakfast.

[OOC: Open as decks often are. I'm asleep now though. Sleeeep.]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Despite protests to the contrary, Edmund did listen to the radio on occasion. Last night he didn't like what he'd heard. He hadn't been affected by the rash of bad dreams, but it was troubling nonetheless. There was also nothing you could do about bad dreams - no way to fight and nothing to fight with short of a glass of warm milk and leaving a night light on. It might have been nothing, but in Fandom something occurring around the island usually wasn't nothing.

So here he stood and watched. If all was normal, then good, but he wasn't about to be caught unaware if something that was the cause of the bad dreams did storm the school. He was in for a long wait.

[OOC: ~~Up for a few hours!~~ Sleeeeeep.]

ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com

Currently, there were three girls, one boy, and a dog ~~on the deck~~ at The Charles Townsend Agency. Of the group, the dog was the only one in their right mind.

Sabrina, Jill and Kelly had all jogged, slowly and braless, down to the Agency, being joined shortly thereafter by Bosley. Lounging in chairs, the angels waited for Charlie to contact them, or for someone who needed their help.

[~~Open!~~ And they've all fled.]

Current Mood: high

wannabehunter

Jo wasn't in the common room, out was just outside the common room, looking in and eyeing all the furniture which last night had been on the floor and was now mysteriously on the ceiling. Totally of its own accord.

Which was the only reason Jo was standing outside, gawking. Really.

[Open! Come see the completely the fault of Fandom weirdness upside-down common room!]

Current Mood: surprised, rly

wannabehunter

The previous night Jo had gone carousing on Tortuga, but rather than a hangover she'd expected, this morning she had a much more aggravating souvenir.

"Go on," she said, waving her hands. "Scat. Go home."

The dog just looked up at Jo, wagging its tail vigorously.

[Open!]

Current Mood: annoyed

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys was sitting next to the Sirius steps, leaning against the Sirius cabin. Her hands were resting on her knees and she was staring at nothing, eyes flickering as she thought. It was surprisingly philosophical thought for a golem, flowing from her conversation with Jaina.

Her deep thoughts were interrupted by a nose with tiny legs. It jumped on her hand and did a little dance. Gladys stared.

It was joined by several more, all cavorting across her knuckles. Gladys kept staring, then plucked them up one by one and closed her massive hand around them, trapping them. "You Are Not Natural. Noses Should Not have Legs."

They nose-butted her fingers, trying to escape. "Stop That."

[ooc: open, yup.]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys had lit a campfire. She didn't get cold -- even if she did, it was probably too warm to need one -- nor did she eat or drink, so it wasn't really of any use to her.

But there was a spot for a fire to be made, and so she had made a fire. It was her first (golems being known more for putting them out than for lighting them), which meant she was learning how to make it better.

Of course, she was doing this by reaching into the flames, rearranging the burning logs, then observing the fire to see if it was made better or worse. Hands in the fire, she regarded it seriously.

[ooc: Of course it's open! Of course there's a pun!]

sith_happened

As Anakin had mentioned in the ~~handwavy~~ email he had sent to students' email accounts, sometimes unplanned children couldn't be blamed on a portal or Fandom weirdness.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of ~~beyond thorough~~ pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. Artoo had been given free rein to find as many ~~horrifying~~ educational videos on the subject. He was rocking back and forth in giddy anticipation of ~~scarring~~ educating the local population.

Anakin had slapped on a sign on the door welcoming people to the seminar:

I AM TOO HOT TO BE A GREAT-GRANDFATHER

And other reasons why children should remain hypothetical for a long, LONG time

(Skywalker presence mandatory)

This should go well. Really.

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It had been a long night and for some reason the kids were early risers. So it was a pretty groggy Mel who dragged her kids down the hallway and started setting them up with bowls of cereal and turned on TV in the hopes that it would keep them occupied until the coffee began to work.

"Ron. Seriously. It's a potted plant. Stop hugging it."

wannabehunter

By now, Jo had gotten over the whole being a guy thing, and was currently focused on something much more important.

Food. This body was starving.

Which might explain why she currently had far more Chinese than a person could reasonably eat on the table in the common room.

[open as a common room is! there's plenty of Chinese]

Current Mood: hungry

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Current Mood: excited

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

Current Mood: flirty

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

After spending most of the night in a Jedi healing trance, Luke didn't look like he'd had a wall dropped on him the night before.

But he was very, very tired of his room. And he was hungry.

So over Artoo's protests, he was in the common room attempting to make breakfast.

Since he wasn't making cereal, it wasn't going very well.

Current Mood: groggy

smartestone

After waking up this morning, Hermoine went intop the common room. She didn't like anyone because of her rebellious nature, but they all seemed to love her so she thought she should give them what they wanted until she got bored. All the girls were jealous because they wanted to be here and all the guys wanted to be with her and no one could evar tame her.

She took a seat on the sofa that wasn't worthy to be sat on, but whatever, and started flipping through channels using magic. The remote stayed on the table. She had learned new magic that meant she didn't need a wand or anything,a nd she could just do stuff. Because even if books were stupid she was just street smart.

Hermoine stopped when she got to one of the MTV channels that played music. They were playing her FAVORITE MCR song.

[Hermione Sue is back! In a different, Bitchiwitch incarnation, but she- and the typos involved- should still turn my brain into liquid. Open!]

Current Mood: bitchy

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!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Armed with a bottle of water and a towel, John had headed down to the gym for his daily workout. Just because he was on vacation didn't mean he could afford to slack off. Besides, he knew it would be a while before Rodney got himself together after their trip and maybe he'd see some old friends.

Like his room, the gym was just as he remembered it. As he ran laps, John wondered if the students here still had a flag football club.

[ooc: No official practice, yet again. Also, no new pretty, but now he looks just like his icons, omg how is JF 40?]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg had no idea who she was when she woke up this morning. She was also very hungry when she woke up this morning. She figured the second problem could be solved more easily than the first so she left her room and explored a little until she found a kitchen. A few minutes later she was cooking bacon, eggs and toast.

Turns out she's an great cook. Awesome!

[It's a common room, so open]

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!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke was in the common room surrounded by the ingredients to make sand cookies--and his cakensmoosher in case things got out of hand--frantically searching for the piece of flimsiplast that had the recipe on it.

He and Jo had a date to make cookies.

And Luke couldn't cook.

This shouldn't be a disaster. Really.

Artoo was in the corner with his video running. Artoo was an evil, evil droid.

Brightly Wound - Eisley

Current Mood: creative

thebluespirit.livejournal.com

Normally Zuko would train with his real dual blades, but this morning he had picked out two of the lighter practise swords to move through his usual drills as he waited for Jo to turn up. He pretended to ignore and of the commentary Trick had been giving even if he did agree that it might be fun. Not that he was going to admit that out loud.

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

There was a rather cranky Jack in the common room this morning, and he was cursing a certain temporary Principal under his breath. He was bruised from falling on his...posterior when the floating spell had worn off. The shirt she'd cursed him with he'd thrown in the garbage and contemplated setting fire too, and he was still fighting the urge to scratch his chest (though he was prepared to admit that might just be in his head).

What wasn't in his head, however, were the scratches and redness from yesterday's magic induced attack of the itchies, scattered all over that part of the body traditionally covered by a shirt.

And no, he wasn't wearing one. He was giving serious thought, as he sat on the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee, to never wearing one ever again. Just to make a point.

[ooc: it is a common room of openness!]

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.

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

It would probably be better, all things considered, if Jeff never ever talked to Jack ever again.

As it was, he was standing (well, hanging over the back of the couch) in the common room, watching television, wearing shorts and a naked cat (on his shoulder, not anywhere dirty), and not really much else.

He was watching nature documentaries again. He may have been explaining a few mildly obscene things to Prince Oscar Pedro in the process.

[ Open. Chad's cat modded with permission. I'll be around for the next hour, should anyone actually be up, then pick up any potential dangly pings when I get home, which will probably be right about when everybody gets up ]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River posted the safety rules for the first time.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

She'd never been on her own here before, but it felt like a good step. Perhaps the practise itself wasn't as essential as reminding herself what she could do when she had to. She enjoyed this.

On her return she'd brought the Navy Colt Jane had given her to the weapon's locker, and now she picked it up, slowly turning the weapon in one hand.

[Shooting range is open, but thread with River and Jack locked to them.]

Current Mood: happy

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]

cordy-80.livejournal.com

Cordelia creeped as quietly as she could into the cabin. She'd been out all weekend discovering DC, and staying in a hotel with a room bigger than the closet she was currently assigned to.

She hoped she didn't wake anyone up.

[Open to all the roomies]

Current Mood: worried

not_in_the_book

Ronan sat at the firepit outside of Jackalope, ignoring the world around him as he stared at the place where the fire would be. He'd stopped off at his dorm room just long enough to set up his voicemail, but hadn't bothered dropping anything off, for when your duffle bag holds everything you're carrying -- not matter how much that is -- without growing any heavier, you don't exactly worry about carting it all around. So, instead, he'd come out to the cabins (not that the map had been all that much help), dropped his bag off in Jackalope A, left the decision of which alcove to take until later, and come out to sit here. To stare at the not-fire.

Clearly, Ronan just needs ~~to get laid~~ someone to come by and say hello.

(OOC: Open like an open thing. Warning: Some varieties of Ronan may contain large amounts of minerals Sullen and Angry. Sample at own risk. ^_~)

ETA: And, uh, I totally didn't forget to put what TIME the post was occuring in the subject not at all.

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec had been hiding out most of Sunday, given that he wasn't entirely sure what the backlash was going to be like, but he didn't have a TV in his room and he'd finished unravelling the ball of yarnclothes quite a bit earlier.

So, sneaking out to the CR, he flipped on the TV and lowered the volume to the lowest he could and still hear it. To anyone else it probably sounded like a murmur, so hopefully he wouldn't wake anyone up.

[ooc: open for a while before I go to bed, but the poor boy needed walkies]

Current Mood: distressed

blessed_twice

That would be Wyatt, streaking through the hallways, trying desperately to get to his room before anyone saw him.

Yeah, fat chance of that.

But he had a sock and he wasn't afraid to use it.

Current Mood: naked

blessed_twice

Wyatt wandered out to the common room to attempt to fix some breakfast. Attempt. Someone hadn't inherited his mother's culinary skills, not one bit.

[ooc: I need distraction from the hell of my job, but pings may be slow from time to time as we get more info about frozen alstroemeria, non-red roses, and the fact that we've overloaded our receiving docks and the warehouse is paralyzed. Whee!]

Current Mood: confused

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris had a bunch of snacks and the three disc special edition DVDs of Return from the Past ~~aka Back to the Future~~ and its sequels. Yes, he totally considered this doing research.

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

The SciFi Channel had an all-night marathon of the original Strifenova Celestial. Tannim was there, with popcorn and Gatorade.

Current Mood: geeky

thebluespirit.livejournal.com

Zuko apparently was the first to get to the salle. He took off his shoes and shirt, just like it was required for an Agni Kai. Not that this fight would be like a real Fire Duel. For one, his roommate couldn't use fire. As he waited for Fray to show up, Zuko started practising some firebending moves as way to warm up.

((For the roommate, but the post is definitely open for people who want to use the salle or who want to watch the 'spar'. ~~Wait for OCD please!~~ Weeeee! Done!))

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara had woken up early and slipped out of her dorm room quietly. She considered going outside for a moment, but she decided to explore the floor she'd ended up on.

Finding herself in a big open room with several couches and tables and quite a few big boxes she had no idea about, she up a small floppy book made out of shiny paper and began to flip through it, looking at the pictures.

[OOC: Open as a Common Room is. Though I might be under periods of SP as it's my first day back at work after a week.]

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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