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whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

After doing absolutely nothing at all for most of the day, John's made him way down to the lobby for the, hopeful, meeting of the John's. He took a seat on one of the benches and kept an eye out for John's that he knew and people who looked like they were named John or Johnny or even Jonathan.

There were no concessions or things like that. John didn't believe in that. Well, actually, he'd just forgotten to go out and get them.

Oh well. Hopefully the other John's wouldn't mind.

[And the meeting of the John's/Johnny's is on! Stop by if you're a John or you're not.]

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.]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet. That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business! Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class. The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The lobby had been rearranged to fit in a bunch of podiums and a big board that looked a lot like this.

Hades was at his own podium with note cards. "Welcome to Fandom Peril!, not Jeopardy!, because that would be a violation of copyright and we all know that that's a bad thing, right? Yeeah. Anyway, Fandom Peril!, brought to you by Proud Republican and Tory Students.

Aim of the game is to get as many right answers as you can. The categories are Fandom-related. You pick a category and an amount, listen to the clue, then buzz in and answer in the form of a question.

To get the group spirit going, yeah that's it, group spirit, each podium can have a team of up to four. Cram in there if you have to. Any team member can buzz in and answer. In the form of a question.

And on to our first round. The categories are: Animals John Has Turned Into, Invasions, Detention, Potpourri (about anything and everything), Roadkill (that's about Fandom wildlife) and Colors That End in 'Urple'. Team one, you get to pick the first category."

[OOC: PRATS folks get in there! Everyone who's allowed on campus at the time is welcome to join in. ie: non-PRATS more than welcome! Pick a podium, jump in, if the podium is full jump in anyway. Hades will be pleased if you cheat. Fight over who buzzes in first. It's free for all madness. ~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD up!]

[ETA: Order sucks. Just pick a category and you'll get a question. Chaos reigns! Hades isn't keeping track.]

[ETA 2 - Son of ETA: I'm off to sleep, but in my absence the ever-lovely

kypriothschoice will be taking over the Trebek duties.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

Current Mood: busy

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The giant pillow/blanket/chair fort of awesome was still up from last night. Thankfully, someone had turned the TV off so Rescued by the Alarm wasn't on anymore. Kawalsky had fallen asleep during that really bad murder mystery weekend episode where Zeke was in on it the whole time.

Worst episode ever.

He emerged from the fort and eyed the common room kitchenette. This situation called for pancakes. He got to it, being a pancake ninja and all.

"Pancakes! Get your pancakes."

[OOC: Free pancakes! Feel free to come in or say that you stayed there the whole night in the fort. I'll be here until I fall asleep.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel decided that rather then go crazy and attempt to make multiple types of cookies, it was easier to just make a single kind in bulk. She's currently mixing what appears to be a metric ton of sugar cookie dough. There's an assortment of cookie cutters and a mulitude of icings and sprinkles to decorate the baked cookies with. Carols are playing and Isabel is making a very hard effort to be cheerful.

[Come have cookies!]

Current Music: Windham Hill - The Carols of Christmas

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was wearing one of those doofy expressions that probably told just about everyone what she'd been up to the night before.

Her laptop was open on the table, along with her adventure story, but she was busy cooking.

Chicken empanadas, egg and bacon burritos, hot sauce entirely optional. And if no one showed up to eat it all?

Well, she'd have lots of leftovers for the week.

[ooc: open and such]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

can_be_more

[Continued from here.]

( As soon as the door slams shut, Aeryn's trying to open it again. )

[Preplayed with

whitedeathpod and

emo_padawan. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are more than welcome. Also, I bet the doorknob was totally cherry-flavored.]

can_be_more

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. ~~Printhethes~~ Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.

[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

like-a-sponge.livejournal.com

Greg was there, and with him he had several packets and jars of various substances that looked like they might be unpleasant to eat or get in one's eye. They were labeled things like MgSO₄²⁻ and Na₂B₄O₇·10H₂O.

He was also eating some marshmallows as he scorched them.

[Open, yay!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

The common room furniture has been rearranged around a tiny stage like you would see at a nursery school.

Like one used for a puppet show.

The sign on the entrance to the CR says:

Mutiple Madrox Productions Presents

SOCK PUPPET THEATER!

Prepare to be ~~socked~~ mocked!

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

[ETA ooc2:Going to bed. Will finish puppet show tomorrow]

[ETA2 ooc3:Show is now complete. Yay!]

Current Mood: mischievous

can_be_more

As soon as the cheerleading practice is over, Aeryn's in the gym, cursing pretty much all of them silently just for being there. She goes straight to the bag, not worrying too much about gloves and figuring yesterday will have kept most people away from the gym. She's okay with that.

[Open, la.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was trying to watch TV. She really was.

But now there were not only gnats flying around her, and something she could feel in her hair that was making her itch, but there were huge...gross, really painful zit-like things all over her skin. Because of this, Rory had flipped up the hood of her sweatshirt and drawn her knees up to her chest, trying not to disturb the spots.

Not to mention the frogs hopping around, and the dead fish in the aquarium that she'd passed on her way up from the lobby. And the fact that every few minutes, Rory heard a loud rumbling somewhere outside, and shuddered.

[Everything except the frogs? completely in Rory's head. You can't see the gnats, boils, or lice, and you can't hear the thunder, and the lights should be perfectly fine for you. Frogs are fair game. Open to all. :) Come talk to the crazy girl yay!]

Current Mood: plaguey :(

can_be_more

After talking to Cameron, Aeryn needs to hit things. A lot. Therefore, gym.

[Open.]

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John and Cedric are back near the Meerkat cabin. John very sneakily smuggles something that might look like several boxes of tea into a bag Cedric's carrying. In turn, Cedric takes out his wand, points at the still invisible cabin and says the incantation to make it reappear.

And, just like that, the Meerkat cabin has reappared.

And, even more just like that, John and Cedric scurry away.

[OOC: Meerkat cabin is visible again!]
[OOC2: Cedric modded with permission omg!]

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John had snuck away from the campfire very sneakily like and had tiptoed back to investigate a certain cabin. Now, he's just waiting for someone else to show up after making a ~~*handwave*~~ call to him earlier this afternoon.

( And the visitor walks up... )

"If this gets me in trouble, I'll turn you into a rodent," Cedric says, wand at the ready.

"Like that's never happened before," John mutters.

Cedric points his wand at the cabin, speaks the incantation for the invisibility spell and watches at the cabin disappears.

"It's still there, not gone forever but you can't see it. I'll come and take the spell off when you're ready."

"Thanks!" John smiles proudly at...nothing.

[OOC: Meerkat cabin is invisible and the doors are locked. Nothing has been damaged. If the Meerkats get into their cabin, they will not be invisible. Spell will be lifted, I promise!]
[OOC2: Cedric totally modded with permission!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There are basketballs. There's a shiny court. There are two stacks of t-shirts, one solid blue, one solid gold, and signs asking players to pick a color and pull it on.

It's time to practice.

[OOC: ~~Please to wait for~~ OCD's up, go nuts.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by Stickbug in the wee hours might notice quite a bit of pudding left around the cabin, a trail of which led back into the woods.

An even closer observer would notice Eip Gnomes creeping around and amusing themselves with the pudding.

As the pudding ran out, the gnomes grew unhappy and made their way into the cabin.

Stickbug boys would wake to find tiny gnomes cuddling them in their beds, because that's what happens when promises of pudding run out.

[omg I am a Stickbugmodder. Y'all can decide if there's a gnome in bed with you not dirty. I know Greggie has a gnome - can't speak for the rest of you. And no, they're not going to go away unless we give them something, and the Meerkats know what. :) Also, locked to the Stickbugs, at least for the time being.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

WELCOME TO CHEERLEADER TRYOUTS!

Bleachers have been pulled out for the audience to sit on, the judges are in place (at least some of them are there at all times), there's a CD player there for your music, but no food or drinks, so bring your own or be entrepreneuring.

~~wait for~~ OCD is up! Come cheer! or watch cheer! or Judge!
Judges: Buffy, Alec, Marie, Molly, Lana, Phoebe, Janet
Cheerleader spots open: 3-5

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After waking up and finding something missing from each of their alcoves, the super sons of the Stickbug decided it was even more important to go through with their completely serious plan for peace.

Very quietly, the Stickbugs set up a table for their apology breakfast treat they promised a few days ago. A large cheesecake - that they in no way boobytrapped - was the centerpiece of this grand table of apology. Next to the cheesecake was all the coffee the Meerkats could drink - which was in no way boobytrapped for real because doing things to coffee was understood to be a hanging offense - and a sign that said "Sorry," making this the ultimate in peace offerings!

During this set up, a Stickbug who shall remain nameless at the moment walked around to the back of the cabin where the plumbing came in and made a small but important change.

The stage was set and the mighty Stickbugs stood there, waiting quietly for the Meerkats to ~~fall into their trap~~ wake up and accept this peace offering with the kind of skepticism that would truly be rewarded.

As they waited, they couldn't help but wonder where exactly their underwear was.

[OOC: ~~Currently locked to the Stickbugs and any Meerkats who may be waking up.~~There's been a cake explosion. You can probably notice this. And as a note to any Meerkats who might want to shower after this, your hot water has been turned off.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Having dragged their beds to their cabin which apparently hadn't been stolen or painted pink, first thing Cameron did was grab a shower (no, the colours hadn't come out of his hair) and get into warm clothes before he started stripping down his bed from the damp sheets.

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

It was late. Very, very late.

The men of Stickbug had either done manly things all day that made them very tired, or were at least faking it. Tyler, the two Peters, Charlie, Jamie, Greg, Cameron and John all snored away soundly in their alcoves.

Sleep. It's where they are vikings.

[OOC: For the foul Meerkat invaders, who have full modding rights. I have comment notifications turned off on this, so ping me on AIM if you need anything.]

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: "Sleep of the Just," Elvis Costello

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was definitely not going to give the impression he was staying away from his own cabin due to fear of possible reprisal from any events that might have occurred earlier in the day. So he made a fire in the Stickbugs' firepit and was poking at it perhaps just a bit more often than was necessary.

He sat close enough to the fire to be able to read his book by its light between pokes. He most definitely was not dumb enough to keep his whole attention on the book. Just because he didn't want to give the impression of hiding didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out for revenge-seekers.

[[OOC: Open to all!]]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There's Tyler, looking smug.

There are basketballs on the court. Tyler is actually attempting to shoot the basketballs through the basket.

Right now, he's averaging .... oh, two out of three. Way less when he goes past the center court line.

He's ready for any basketball teammates or random onlookers who want to play.

[OOC: Now with shiny OCD threads.]

Current Mood: bouncy

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was in the common room playing with what looked like a large metal bracelet with a flat bit that extended to his palm. He didn't get a chance last night to field test it, but he'd find some way to use it tonight. And it would be fun.

Until then, though, he was bored.

[OOC: Open. Especially to Stickbugs.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Since Jamie had no workshops today? He decided the best thing he could do was hang out in the CR and see what it had to offer. Granted it was a smaller common room than the dorms but it had a comformtable couch and a coffee machine.

What else do you really need?

[ooc: Yes it's open to all... it *is* a common room.]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had ~~handwavily~~ gotten her hands on a cd player and had dug through her gear in order to find the perfect practice cd. She had found it.* She had brought her list (with helpful doodles), dressed up in her cheerleading uniform, grabbed everything and wandered down to the gym.

She pulled out a mat and sat down on it, waiting for her ~~victims~~ teams to arrive.

* cd: She's a Rebel - Green Day, 3 Small words - Josie & the pussycats, Hey Mickey - B*witched, Kung Fu Fighting - Carl Douglas
ooc: please to follow the OCD, omg! OCD is up! Come and be cheerful!

ETA: Sleeping! Will pick up tags tomorrow.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was curled up on the couch with a small ball of fuzz in her lap and a turtle tank on couch beside her.

Vladdie would occasionally nod and give a small noise in his sleep as he slowly woke. And Rory, meanwhile, just flipped through the channels in boredom.

[open to all!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Rain kills motivation, so instead of visiting the gym, Isabel's curled up on a couch in the common room with a bowl of cereal for breakfast and cartoons on the TV.

Current Mood: mellow

imanaturalblond.livejournal.com

Rita had ~~handwavily~~ turned in her various forms, and wearing dark mauve robes and a pair of sunglasses - because not only was it bright, but after last night, they were a neccessity - started to make her way through the lobby and back to the house to retrieve her things.

It'd be a pity if someone stopped her.

[This is going to be the LAST Rita interacty post, woe. Get your goodbyes in here!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was in the lobby with as many pillowcases as she could find, and was wearing her bestest party dress. It was BLUE. She had pink tights on, too, and pretty yellow ribbons in her hair.

She was attempting to fasten a pillowcase to her head with bobbypins. Because all brides need a veil.

A sign that she had carefully made and stuck up as high as she could reach - so yes, about three feet up - on the wall read, GET MAREED HEEERE.

Vladdie was bouncing around, so VERY excited. Weetiny people! Eeee!

She had also raided her own stash of goodies, and there was a cake made of Hostess products piled up. It would have to do.

[ooc: Because seriously, how many little kids would love to play pretend wedding? ~~And yes, I'm OCD threading this. Hang on~~ okay, we're good, omg!]

can_be_more

Aeryn doesn't like doing things that might embarrass herself. However, it's also Sunday morning and she knows what time it is. Some things are just more Important.

So she wakes up early, makes her way into the second floor common room, careful of anyone who may be camped out there, and turns on the TV.

She might sing along with the "Smile Time" theme song. She's definitely swaying back and forth with the music. For she is five.

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

While it wasn't exactly abnormal for Cameron to be in the gym, this time he was there with a purpose. He was already pulling on a pair of gloves as he waited for the 2nd floor defier to show up.

((ZOMG, I'm even giving this OCD threads. ~~So wait for it!~~ Yay!))

notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com

Elizabeth made herself comfortable, a pile of prom tickets besides her, and settled down for a long day.

[[ocd threads ~~coming up~~ all done. I'll be at the computer for probably most of the afternoon, but alas - essay writing]]

Current Location: First floor lobby

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

The common room was decorated much more elaborately than normal for birthday parties, since it was supposed to be six times the party, after all.

Thre were drinks, and snacks, and cake for all, and a table for presents.

Happy birthday, Aeryn, Anakin, Isabel, Angela Peter and Archie.

[ooc: ~~Please to be waiting for the OCD~~ It's up, have at it!]

threeweapons.livejournal.com

The furniture in the common room had been moved around during the day. Two round tables stood in the middle of the room, sorrounded by chairs. The usual couches and other random furniture have been shoved back to form a large circle around the two tables. A slightly sloppy poster proclaims "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER!" and has cat paw prints in random places on it. There's chips, soda, and other random snack foods for munching and bowls of candy for gambling with. People who wish to gamble with money are requested to bring their own.

[ooc: Game has started! Feel free to join in.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Still wearing the superhero costume, he was sitting at the table in the common room. The books he retrieved from the library were spread out before him. His attention was fully on the Bible he was currently reading. Once in a while, he'd shake his head and would make a note in the margin of the book before reading on.

sensethevisions

Veronica and Phoebe are bustling around, making sure everything is ready for the big event.

They just hope there is some kissing.

Phoebe looked up from where she was decorating and frowned.

"V? Do you think all of them will actually kiss?"

"Well, I know I'm willing to do it just to prove a point. Logan's sick, so he won't be here. What about Bel?"

"As of last night he was going to," she said.

Veronica hid a smirk. "And I'm guessing since Cally and Kara were campaigning, they will. So at least that's something."

Phoebe laughed. "That's because Cally and Kara are just that damn awesome."

"Well, I think we're ready," Veronica said, setting up the napkins and stepping back to survey the lobby. "Let's just hope people show up!"

[ooc: slow play liek woah due to time zones.]

Current Music: Elton John - I Just Can't Wait to Be King

can_be_more

Yesterday in general did a lot of good, and Aeryn's done avoiding things. And people. So she heads down to the gym, bringing her gloves and dropping them onto the mat in case she needs them, and ignores the punching bag for now. She doesn't actually need to hit anything right now. She'll go for the machines instead.

[Open for interaction or for all your gymmish needs.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had broken into Bridge's room through the window and opened the door from the inside. He was glad that Bridge warned him about the lock. He was disappointed that this meant the window would probably get a special lock to keep pranksters out as well, though.

Oh well. It was time for revenge. This would show people not to make his room pink.

He just had to wait for John.

[OOC: Mostly for

whitedeathpod, but if people happen to be in the hallway, spectators are welcome to watch the good-humored pranking. Rooms modded with permission.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory had spent a large portion of her afternoon decorating the common room. There were light yellow and orange streamers strung across the ceiling, and there was a large, pretty banner spelling out, "HAPPY 17TH, JAYE."

And there were snackies and drinkies. But not the kind that Jaye had on the radio last night. Because no one wants to be in another pageant, do they?

[~~WAIT FOR MY OCD OR I WILL SIC THE WALLABY ON YOU.~~ Yay, threads are up and the threat of the wallaby is no more.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

After cleaning up his room and a short jog into town to the post office and back again, Cameron heads to the gym. Running is still fun, but working the bag rules all.

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