fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with john sheppard

wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com

It was hot. Far too hot to do anything productive, outside of making a blender's worth of strawberry margaritas. It was also far too hot for pants. It was cool enough, however, to hang out by the campfire pantless (but wearing boxers, much to his dismay) and with a blender's worth of margaritas. The fire wasn't lit, but it was a nice place to sit and attempt to get a tan on his pale Canadian legs.

[Oooooooopen]

solo_sword

The thing about Jaina's current situation was that she always felt like she had to be around people. It was beginning to get annoying. She took that as a good sign. And since she figured there'd be something wrong with her going to Caritas again, she headed out to the campfire, started a fire... and kind of regretted it because it was a little warm for that.

Whatever, there were marshmallows to be roasted and you couldn't do that over thin air.

[I cannot help it, she is all social lately. Open!]

solo_sword

This was really weird.

Jaina didn't have the anxious, jittery feeling in the cabins that she used to. Some closure and time had done some good there. No, the weird part was that she was still in the cabins again. But it was this or singing insects and she'd already screamed at them twice before the announcement, so she figured she was fighting a losing battle there. It was just very strange going back to something she'd thought was fun at sixteen and then circumstances had sort of ruined the fun part.

Still, she could deal with it, and it wasn't going to stop her from getting a fire going and bringing out the makings for s'mores when she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be raining. When you'd been deprived of chocolate as long as she had, you found reasons to have it.

[I've been wanting to play all daaaay. You should play with me. *nods*]

Current Mood: hungry

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

The drawings were ~~handwavily~~ there and the wood delivery was on time. Since Monday, the NPC construction team had set up the chalk lines and prepared the area where the walls were going up to help the novices get things done.

When it seemed everyone who was coming had managed to show up, Ronon started talking, looking way too good in his leather pants and tight vest. He'd rejected the hard hat for now and had his dreads tied back with a large band. "Okay, today we're framing out and setting up some interior walls."

He went into extreme detail explaining and showing how this was done, and by the end was sure the heat was on somewhere because that slight sheen of sweat was not from exertion. "Some of the pieces are more awkward to hold and nail into place, so help each other out or call me over if you need."

Current Mood: hooooooot

solo_sword

After detention there had been some time to check messages and figure out if there was anything she needed to catch up on after spending her morning cleaning up alligator parts, and then she'd gone for the second shower. Her priorities were a bit skewed, but 'ew' was 'ew'.

Since she had some time on her hands, she settled into the common room of her apparently adopted floor with popcorn and her comlink on the table in front of her, flipping through channels and being really glad that Scifi's monster movies tonight had nothing to do with lizards.

[Omg people I have not actually played in TWO WHOLE DAYS. Seriously, no SP pings or ANYTHING. I need to post a CR to fix that. Open!
Oh, and it's Ogre and Grendel on Scifi tonight, if anyone is curious.Yes, I checked.]

Current Mood: relaxed

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Bright and early, Fraser was back up on the sixth floor, already decked out in his snazzy hard hat. It fit his head much better than it fit his fellow supervisors.

"Good morning," he greeted those that had arrived. "As you can see, the wall is almost completely down and, luckily, there doesn't appear to be anything behind it but what the remnants of what once was the rest of the sixth floor. Before we push through, we're going to clean up the debris we've left behind when we took down the wall. There are wheelbarrows here to haul parts of the wall away. Please be careful as you do this. You're also welcome to take down the remaining parts of the wall to make our passage easier."

Fraser walked over to a long table and patted the hard hats and tool belts. "Please be safe. Wearing your equipment is mandatory. Once you're equipped, please get to work and find myself or Professor Dex if you need anything."

Current Mood: awake

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

solo_sword

Jaina still didn't want to be in the cabins. She'd gotten too used to privacy, too used to being able to spend time alone with her boyfriend, too used to having the time to get work done on her own schedule.

But she wandered out to the campfire when she had some free time anyway, figuring that at least radio would say she tried. ~~Because she had no idea yet that she was doing it.~~ When she saw no one out there, she considered for a moment going back inside, but she wasn't really capable of half-assing it that much, and tried to get the fire started anyway.

See? Totally trying.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: okay

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Day two of the summer project found Ronon in charge of explaining some thing. Never a good sign. "Okay guys, today you need a hard hat and a mask. See this wall?" He pointed. It was a large, thick wall. "We're going through it. Get yourself a sledgehammer and get to work."

Okay, so maybe there wasn't much explanation given.

Current Mood: busy

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. And if they had come back twice? Woe be it upon you, John Sheppard.

So he was in the front of his classroom with a series of ~~beyond thorough~~ pamphlets on contraception, abstinence, and pictures of STDs. He also had a truly horrifying collection of educational videos to show.

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

I AM STILL TOO HOT TO BE A GREAT-GRANDFATHER
And other reasons why children should remain hypothetical for a long, LONG time
(Skywalker presence mandatory)

Trainwrecks, anyone?

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Stoned - Dido

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

When Jonathyn had started to make faces that seemed like complaints a bit in the afternoon, John had gallantly volunteered to take him for a quiet walk outside to see if the little guy would fall asleep for a nap.

So far all he'd done was insist on sitting on John's shoulders and tugged on John's hair.

"Well, if you're not gonna nap, at least it's peaceful out here," John remarked, walking around a group of large trees and letting Jonathyn reach up to tug at wet branches with his small hands.

[Meant for a pair, but open like the lawn!]

Current Mood: weird

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had scrubbed for what seemed like hours this morning and yet he still felt unclean after last night's...thing with Gavin.

Also, his back was freaking killing him. That bastard was heavy as hell!

So the KKG had been given notice that they were meeting in the pool today where there could be relaxing and stretching. No snacks, but there were plenty of rafts, floaties, and noodles to play with. Not dirty. Ew.

Current Mood: literally crushed

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There was some insanity going on in Fandom this week, and after John and Gavin had been assaulted by their visitor, they'd parted. And gotten a change of wardrobe.

After leaving her in...Gavin's dorm room, Johnny realized had to find Baby, he'd made a mistake leaving Kellerman's like that. He stormed into the...common room to find her sitting in the corner, watching the show.

In reality, there was no show. It was just Gavin in a really frilly dress staring at the television and looking disheartened.

Clad in tight black pants and popped-collar shirt, Johnny stormed over to where Baby sat, announcing to the world that, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" Then he offered her his hand.

Tomorrow would be painful.

[This is all

sith_happened's fault. Minimal OCD ~~coming for the dance~~ ready!]

Current Mood: having the time of my life

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Deciding that the evening was nice enough for an outdoor picnic, John had a blanket laid out on the roof decorated with turkey sandwiches, bags of Cheetos, and cans of ~~terrible~~ beer he'd smuggled up from his room. There was even a chunk of chocolate cake waiting next to the basket. This was his idea of a picnic, and he thought he'd done an okay job of gathering things and setting up.

Despite knowing in advance that Jaina intended to bid on and win his basket, John was still a little surprised by how she'd accomplished her goal.

And part of him still wondered what would have happened if she'd lost.

[John's there for the girl who won him, but the roof is open.]

Current Mood: owned

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

With a towel over one shoulder, Hannibal had disappeared into the bathroom about an hour ago. The hot shower had taken up most of that time but now he was out, clad in only his jeans, and standing in front of one of the mirrors, doing what guys do when their in the bathroom.

Checking themselves out, of course. It was a time honored secret tradition amongst men. They might not act it but they all wanted to look good. Had to look good out of clothes to really think you look good in them. Or something.

For Hannibal, that mostly meant deciding if he needed a shave or not. He'd decided no and then moved on to wondering if he needed a haircut. The wet hair didn't really help that decision since it wasn't doing its normal 'stick up where it pleases' schtick that he'd gotten so used to.

"Maybe I could just do it myself," he said to no one, ruffling his hair and not realizing how bad an idea that truly would be.

[Open to boys (and boys from other floors are so welcome)...and girls! Like any of the boys care if the girls wanna sneak in! This was partly due to me wanting

rocksthescarf to make a post where Chuck shaved his chest hair (I used her favorite icon in honor of that) and wanting to see how many shirtless icons I could get in one place. Mondays do things to my brain.]

Current Mood: artistic

not_in_the_book

There were lots of delicious smells coming from the fifth floor common room, for Ronan, faced with hosting a potluck, had decided that he couldn't but go overboard with his own dishes: a chicken curry, thick, with lots of vegetables, and pot of vegetarian chili for those who preferred their food... not made of meat.

Ronan didn't quite understand the concept, but he liked vegetables anyway, so it all worked out.

There was a small sign posted on the door, announcing: "Ronan's Birthday Potluck! All Welcome."

[~~Please to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

There are few things more exciting than a BIRTHDAY.

Unless, of course, it was TWO BIRTHDAYS.

Kaylee and Yurika had discovered that it was BOTH their birthdays today, and that was why the common room was decorated, and there was cake!

And by "decorated," one might assume "with glitter and bits of torn up colored paper flung on things, and some misspelled banners stuck to the wall about two feet off the ground."

Children are excellent decorators, you know.

[~~wait for the ocd~~ and it's up, and everyone is welcome to cooooome]

Current Mood: bouncy

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Girls and their tea parties were stupid. Stupid! In Lois' opinion there was much more fun things to do than drink tea and wear dresses and crap. Like kicking ass and taking names, for example.

Which was just what she was doing.

"Die, commies, die!" Lois shrieked, kicking a tree. "I'm gon' sendya to Guan-guan-tababo Bay!"

Then she purposely fell into a pile of mud for funsies.

[Oh so open]

Current Mood: excited

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

All good weekends had to, unfortunately, come to an end, and Cal was observing the unfortunate passing of a weekend with Penelope gone leaving Claire with a room to herself (and plants to feed, of course) with his usual Sunday trip to the gym, a little later than usual. It was also a little more distracted than usual, his sets and reps with the weights a little slower and lighter and less religious than they had been at other times, at least until he really started to get a sweat going and a rhythm and zone.

[[ super-duper slow for a few hours, but open gym is open! ]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There were Cheetos in the rec room again. Life was good for the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin.

"Okay, so, I was thinking we were due for a gathering," John told the assembled group in between chewing his snack. "I was thinking something low key. An outing to Caritas or a visit to Fast Eddie's. Maybe this weekend? What do you guys say?"

Current Mood: headtilty

solo_sword

Though Jaina often felt like a slacker, she couldn't be further from it. A good portion of every day was spent working remotely from Fandom, going over reports, being conferenced into meetings and training sessions with her squadron, making sure she was as patched in as she possibly could be, and trying to convince some people that genocide was bad. Much like she'd spent most of her evening doing. Usually she had the benefit of regular relief from the stress that came with that, and it wasn't even that she couldn't go without it. It was just that without it, the cranky side of her came out more, and add in the fact that John had been kind of an idiot and she wasn't happy with him, and all that put together meant she'd turned into a tense little ball of bitchy.

Anyway! So Jaina was in the gym at an hour that most people should be asleep, beating the hell out of a punching bag.

[Expecting one, but open for anyone who might be awake and needing to work off some stress way late. This week, I wouldn't bet against it.]

Current Mood: bitchy

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was in the rec room on time, thanks, and with Doritos this week. Not the Cool Ranch kind (those smelled funny), the Nacho Cheese kind.

He set up chairs and things for the club meeting and waited for people to arrive.

Current Mood: hungry

solo_sword

Jaina finally decided she had to get out of her room and away from her comlink for a while. These moments of self-preservation were rare, and it was good for her to take advantage of them when it actually occurred to her to do so.

Which was why she'd made her way into the common room, rifled through the kitchen till she'd found ice cream (hope no one was gonna miss that, but there seemed to be enough to share so she didn't feel bad) and sat herself down in front of the TV.

And stopped on CNN. Obviously someone had to be saved from herself.

[Clearly I am bored. Fix that.]

Current Mood: on a break

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The KKG meeting was much warmer this week and John was practically bouncing over what he wanted to talk to the guys about.

"So, this Sunday is the SuperBowl - that's a big American football game if you hadn't heard - and I was thinking the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin could throw a little game-watching party. What do you guys think?"

Current Mood: dorky

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

The power outage and all hadn't done anything to dampen Kaylee's spirits. Sure, she was cold, but hey, that just meant she was in cozy sweats (and a couple layers of them) rather than the wee shorts she'd been sporting last week. And sure, it was a little dim, but they were cheerleaders, dammit! They could practice even if they had to do it by flashlight and lantern! (Which, yeah, Kaylee had set up a few of those, just in case it got too dark.)

There were also mats, and bottled water and snacks. Just because the power was out didn't mean practice was canceled.

Current Mood: cold

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Lazy was taking a new form of extreme when John decided to just chill in the common room after making a fresh pot of strong coffee.

Sure he was completely capable of walking all the way back down the hall and collapsing on his own sofa but that would take effort he wasn't willing to put out right then when he was already collapsed and close to making out with his coffee mug.

Besides, he might need more coffee and then where would he be? Far from the coffee, exactly.

[I am bored. BORED.]

Current Mood: in need of coffees

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The gym was a good place for a moody teen to spend time hitting things without get in trouble for it. He exhausted himself beating the heavy bag for as long as he could. Rather than call it a day when the sweat had soaked through his shirt, John decided to see just how far he could run on a machine that could take him nowhere.

It was the only way he could think of getting himself to a place where he was too tired to think about how the whole stupid argument was his own fault.

[open gym! cranky, sweaty teen!]

Current Mood: cranky

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Rounding up some pretzels, potato chips, and onion dip from a common room, John set them out on a convenient table in the Rec Room. He also had a large poster tacked up in front of the TV with the twelve months listed in thick, bright marker.

"So guys, I figure we can each pick a month and whoever wants can partner up since we've got a couple more people than months in the year. And don't worry about the high calorie snack. You can do crunches later to work off the dip and keep in shape for picture day."

Current Mood: hawt

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was cold. John could admit that, but he would not admit the cold was the reason he was spending his workout time indoors today. He did not want to be seen as getting soft by certain people.

After working with the weights, he grabbed his water and towel and started a nice run up and around fake mountains. Technology was a great thing.

[open before and after el jay downtime because there is great boredom and cold air]

Current Mood: cold

solo_sword

Staying in her room was just making Jaina feel ickier, and she didn't do well with that sort of thing. She wasn't nearly as bad as she was yesterday, just blah-feeling. Which meant that after she'd gotten everything done she needed to for now, she camped out on a sofa and started flipping channels.

And remembered why it was that she'd never really watched TV to begin with. Sunday was boring.

[Ooooopen. Omg I should not be so excited that this is her first CR in ages.]

Current Mood: blah

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Having ~~handwavily~~ informed all members of the meeting location, John set out some Cheetos and drinks. This week, he remembered napkins, too.

There was plenty of furniture for the meeting part of the club and a ping pong table and other games for after the meeting part. Or for ignoring the meeting part, however it went.

Current Mood: determined

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Father Ned had decided to go out to be with the people today. Yesterday had been fulfilling and exhausting between all the guidance he'd tried to provide, the last rites he'd given those poor coma patients, and the marriage of those two young children that would be together forever. He just knew it.

He tried not to think about the girl with the enormous chest who'd confessed...something to him. He wasn't sure and she'd run and he was...confused.

It was almost enough to make him forget about his own sordid past. Almost. He'd had nightmares about that again last night. So vivid, so real.

No, he was reformed now. He wouldn't go back to that time, to that place. Now, he was a giver of counsel, a provider of aide.

"Friends," he said to no one in particular, "I welcome you on this glorious day. I'm so glad you all could come out here and reach out to those less fortunate. And, just because you're less fortunate, does not make you any less of a person. You are all beautiful human beings, ready to spread your wings and fly. You must, though, resist temptation. You must resist the evils of the dark paths. Do not go gently into that good night. Follow the light and you will shine like the sun. Follow your heart and it will lead you to the meadow of utopia. Follow the dark path and purgatory will welcome you with open arms. You will be unable to leave. You will be forgotten. Because, dear friends, if you go down this path, you will only certainly end up in a clinic, in a coma, with half your face done and friends, I do not want to watch you all die of comas. It is a sad thing. Comas are SAD. Say no to comas. Thank you."

With that Father Ned took a seat with his book and hoped his message had gotten through.

[Ned's still around after his "sermon" so feel free to talk to him!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

sith_happened

A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]

Current Mood: gremlin bit liek woah
Current Music: After All - Dar Williams

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was going in search of tea, the kettle in his room having decided today was not a day it was going to work.

As Altra was out hunting, and Karal didn't want to bother him, it was a slightly slower trip than it would have been had he the benefit of Firecat sight. No doubt the 'cat would grizzle about it later, but the common room was only just down the hall and, really, what could possibly go wrong?

[ooc: While it is an open hallway, just for one, please?]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Seeing Worf at the gym beating the crap out of the punching bag is not a surprising sight.

However a hyena that appears to be using a small dumbbell in its mouth to exercise?

Well, okay it may not be surprising in Fandom but it is certainly odd.

[Cal the Hyena modded with permission. Open with bouts of SP]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had a small fire going, and there was a large pot of tea keeping warm next to it. And plenty of cups. And a kitten. And a Firecat. And a deer.

Vashti (kitten) had been acting strange all morning, fluffing up and hissing at nothing when she wasn't hiding under the bed. Right now she was standing under the deer (actually Evey), who was sniffing delicately at a bowl of tea. Altra (Firecat) was sitting on a log, watching the fire because Karal was, but he looked tense.

Given how many people's friends and girl/boy friends had suffered animal transformation, Karal thought it might be nice if they could get together and support each other. To this end, there was a sign:

Is your girl or boyfriend (or your friend) an animal? Have some tea and share with others who will understand.

It's possible he hadn't thought the wording of that through as well as he could have.

[ooc: open, of course! I've been trying to get time to do this all week, 'cause the idea of all the people with their people-who-are-currently-animals in one post makes me giggle.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn so didn't feel like herself. She'd had a bowl of cereal--rice krispies, for those who were being nosy--with milk and bananas for breakfast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (strawberry) with chips on the side, sigh with milk and an apple for lunch, and chicken fried rice from Ching Tai for dinner.

God, she was bored. Still, a deal was a deal. To that end, she had a jar of chocolate syrup and was prepared to upend it over her head.

John was a dead man if she got mosquito-bitten.

And down the chocolate went on her hair. God, it felt smooshy.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Hoping that everyone getting lost meant people wouldn't be around to witness it, John gathered up the things Reno had requested he use while pretending to be bit by a gremlin and headed out to his own campfire.

While it had been tons of fun watching Reno do his part, that didn't make John less of an idiot for going along with his own assigned destiny. He mounted his newly acquired pogo stick, spinner-style beanie resting jauntily atop his head, and proceeded to bounce around the lit campfire.

The real trouble started when John popped open the can of Easy Cheese, sprayed it into his mouth...and promptly turned into a bunny.

Which meant there was an excessively fluffy, angry, Easy Cheese-covered bunny laying on top of a pile of clothes and a pogo stick.

[I don't know, okay? But it's SO OPEN. Just be aware: he's been known to bite]

Current Mood: omg wtf bunny

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

The campfire was exactly where Ella thought it would be when she stepped out of the cabin.

These days, that counted as a miracle, and Ella was grateful for it as she settled on a stump near the firepit, planning to boil some water for tea and perhaps make some toast.

Then she realized each individual piece of firewood had been individually wrapped in layers of bubblewrap, as had each teabag, the matches, and each slide of bread.

"This might take longer than I expected," she noted aloud.

[OOC: Open campfire.]

raspberryturk

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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