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see-beyond.livejournal.com

Jonas had not disappeared. The only reason he knew something was possibly amiss was the fact that he kept seeing shadows lurking just out of sight, their images passing by the corners of his eyes and disappearing.

It was strange. He thought it was a hallucination at first but he kept seeing them. Jonas frowned, coming to stand near the main campfire, a little tense. It didn't feel like a good day to relax.

In the distance, he thought he saw...something that looked like a bug but it was way too big to be a bug. Right? It had to be. Jonas frowned and crossed his arms. A shadow seemed to appear near a cabin and he turned, hoping to see something.

Nothing. Despite the heat, Jonas shivered.

[Open for those that haven't been eaten by voiiiiiiiiiiids!]

Current Mood: worried

daventryprince.livejournal.com

Alexander was covered in mud and he was probably enjoying it far more than he should have.

After his class, he had headed back to camp with the intention of showering and cleaning himself up, but, in the transit of squishing, muddy steps, he started to think that perhaps the dirt and drying mud didn't need to disappear quite yet. If it weren't for the squishy boots, he'd probably forget the mud was there at all.

That certainly seemed the case, anyway, since, when he sat down with the intention of taking off his boots and his muddy jerkin before going inside, he felt the sun drying it on his skin, and it felt good, it felt comfortable. It felt like what he was used to, working hard on Manannan's estate and lucky to have a bath every month. He wound up closing his eyes, and stealing a few private moments for Gwydion, Alexander and all his princely trappings forgotten for just as long as it took for the mud to dry.

[[ open campfire is open! ]]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Having woken up early, Jonas decided to wander the few feet out of the cabin to take a seat near the campfire. He didn't light a fire, thinking it too warm even this early in the day, and took a seat against a log.

Legs stretched out in front of him, he closed his eyes and let the warmth on his face slowly wash away the last remnants of sleep that had been clinging to him. Maybe later he'd go into town and have something to eat.

Right now, he was really enjoying the quiet of the morning. It'd been like this in the Community sometimes, quiet save for those with tasks that took them out in the morning. Jonas didn't have that. Relaxation was all he had to do.

[Open campfire if anyone's up this early!]

Current Mood: mellow

azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula was feeling strangely out of sorts, she rose early and found the walls of her room too... closed in. She left the room and entered the common room, brewed tea and opened the television shifting from one channel to another getting more and more annoyed.

"Isn't there anything good in this thing?"

(Open!)

ostianbelle.livejournal.com

Asuna was feeling pretty energetic today but she still felt she needed a little more kick, Asuna entered the common room, looked around the cupboards, found what she needed and proceeded to brew a pot of coffee. After a few minutes brewing, Asuna poured herself a cup.

Mmmm... coffee!

(Open!)

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Glancing up occasionally to make sure the clouds didn't turn to rain and ruin her letter, Rilla leaned her back against a log and finished up her weekly correspondence to her brother Walter.

She hadn't tried to light a fire, but she had brought out some strawberries to share if anyone passed by.

Current Mood: busy

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

It should probably be noted that Hinata was not a particularly huge fan of carbonated beverages. She drank them now and again, however, and was well aware of the basics: they were better cold, you were not supposed to shake them, and if you did shake them, for the love of anything, do not open them immediately after.

... Unless you were doing it to prank someone. Hinata was not that sort.

She had never heard of ‘straws might cause the drink to explode’, however. Which was why she was entirely caught off guard when her innocent looking straw was dropped in to the bottled drink, Hinata had sitting on the coffee table, and turned her attention back to her book for all of a few seconds before... well, the drink was, for some unfathomable reason, bubbling up and spilling all over the table.

Her book went flying as she hurriedly picked up the bottle and carted it over to the sink, trying not to spill anything further as it continued to overflow and wondering why had no one ever told her that straws could do that?

She set the bottle down, her hands dripping, and made a face as she went to get paper towel to clean the mess up. The whole room smelled strongly of raspberries.

And the straw looked entirely too innocent just sitting in the still fizzing drink. Hinata gave it a dirty look and went to see about cleaning the table before it got sticky.

[*shifty eyes* ... I fully admit that this is method RP. My cubicle smells like raspberry white tea ginger ale right now, ugh. Open post is open with the caveat of potential SP due to work, la.]

nothornlessrose.livejournal.com

Cassidy had really enjoyed her classes so far here at the school. However, there was still some tension in her and so she had to go to the one place that always drew her to it.

No matter where she was, a garden always made her feel so much better. That would be why, after changing her clothes and leaving a small container of cupcakes in their room for Hiccup, Cassidy was now on her knees in the dirt of the garden.

As she weeded and moved soil around, she could feel a lot of her worry and tension leaving her.

And yes, she had shielded her hands before starting her work.

[[OOC: Open post is open!]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had woken up this morning with the dice rattling in his head (never a good sign), so he wandered down to the common room with his new yearbook, flipping through the pages as he sipped on a mug of tea.

"Danced with her, kissed her, kissed her, kissed her..."

Mat had discovered a new purpose for the yearbook, yes.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: headachey

see-beyond.livejournal.com

With no classes to occupy his time, Jonas figured there was absolutely no excuse to get himself out of his room and into a more social frame of mind. No excuses. So, after waking himself up, he'd take himself down to the common room and was going to try something potentially dangerous. Jonas was going to attempt to follow a recipe in an attempt to make blueberry pancakes.

For the longest time, he'd been afraid to attempt new things for fear of making a mess but now, after so long on a strange island, he knew that if he didn't try, he'd never succeed. So, he was trying. And making a mess. A rather large one but there was nothing burning yet. There was just flour on his shirt and face and pants. But, there was no fire! That was a success. So far.

[open, of course!]

Current Mood: productive

bitten_notshy

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

glacial_queen

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

lovemykilt

Priestly was baking. Since he was generally an entrés kind of guy, this was something of a challenging prospect. Without Alfred's instructions, he might be lost. In which case, Dinah would get a meat cake for her birthday and Momoko would just have to be sad.

It was probably a good thing for everyone that Priestly was staying well away from meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

[ooc: open! My boy . . . kind of lacks in stealth.]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Another day, another... session of staring at the TV while it played motorcross repeats from Precursors know when. Jak was getting bored again, which meant he was five minutes from heading back to Haven to yell at Torn and maybe get a mission out of it.

But that could come later.

Right now, it was motors. And a bag of chips. Jak was a simple man.

[[ open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitchprince

There was a window of time between waking up, early morning training, school, more training, frat, and radio in the evenings. Sure, it was a relatively small window of time, but Arthur didn't see why he shouldn't make use of it by doing something useful.

Like reading more ancient French science fiction - something by Louis Boussenard, to be exact. Something about ice this time. It was fairly thrilling.

Uncharacteristically, though, he had grown tired enough of the silence in his room to take it outside into the common room. God forbid what disturbances that might drag up, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with the... ceiling.

Yes.

Whatever, he could do as he liked.

[[ open! ]]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

It'd been a quiet week. After the excitement and newness of last week's vacation, Jonas had mostly kept to himself, resting up and recovering his energy. He'd talked to Gabe a few times, getting some enjoyment out of hearing his latest adventures. He'd acquired two scraped knees from trying to ride a bicycle and he'd never sounded happier. Jonas liked hearing that.

Today, though, he was trying to be social. Trying meaning he was out of his now too quiet room and down in the common room, eating a late breakfast of cereal while he watched...a rather strange movie on television.

Jonas couldn't help but wondering if Fandom had divisions of students like the school in this movie seemed to have. And, with those thoughts, Jonas wondered where he fell in those divisions.

[the common room is open!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

brat_inslayage

She'd been debating taking an evening off for a while, and when she happened to wander into the common room, turn the TV on, and discover a women's hockey game on during the Olympics coverage, that pretty much sealed the deal for Kennedy.

Because there were women skating around with sticks, in padding, and that was pretty freaking hot. Also, awesome. In light of that, what else was there to do but order in a couple of pizzas and sides of buffalo wings, camp out on the couch, and enjoy the game?

Seriously.

She could go out later. After this game was over.

[[shut up, we're not obsessed with women's hockey in this house or anything. i had to. also, it's open like a common room.]]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

It was snowing again ~~though not SNOWPOCALYPSE~~ but luckily not as much as last time and the power was still on. It was still enough to keep a Texas girl from wanting to go outside though.

So Claire headed down to the common room and decided to bake some cookies. She had found hot cocoa in the cupboards too. Perfect way to spend a cold, snowy day as far as she was concerned.

[open common room is open]

provostsdog.livejournal.com

Pounce had been rather insistent that Beka'd go retrieve her baton from the weapons locker that morning and Beka knew not to argue when it came to these things. Not that he'd tell her what was happening, but then she'd not have to wait for much longer. When she'd reached the third floor, there were loud noises coming from the common room. It seemed someone was throwing the plates in the kitchen around and she'd taken one step towards it when Pounce warned her not to.

The next instant, sommat small and grin and evil looking darted out of the common room. Its intentions seemed obvious, it bared its teeth and made a launch for Beka. She'd been able to draw a knife just in time as the creature jumped up at her. It had fangs and claws and she blocked its attack with her arm, taking the scratches while she brought the knife up and slid its throat.

"Mithros, what was that?" she stared at the thing lying on the ground and the noises in the common room sounded worse now. She was no fool and Beka backed up. Jonas was on this floor. His door only a few steps behind her and she moved towards it, keeping her eyes on the common room while she knocked on his door.

[She's bugging Jonas, but definitely open for anyone who wants to team up.]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Jonas was finished with classes for the week. Despite having been on the island for awhile now, having copious amounts of free time was still a foreign concept. He wasn't expected to volunteer everyday in preparation for his Assignment or to spend set amounts of time anywhere. He could just do what he wanted.

That thought had led him into the common room to be able to spread a few books on a few different subjects out. Some of the books were hidden (because they were...embarrassing to say the least) and some were more outwardly visible (and less embarrassing).

Of course, despite the multitude of things to keep him busy, Jonas kept letting his mind wander off into next week's class and what might his greatest fear might be. The answer was hidden deep inside his mind and Jonas was steadfastly ignoring it.

Turning on the television helped that. It also meant his reading kept distracting from the television and the television from the reading. It was a vicious circle.

[open, sure]

Current Mood: pensive

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

As Mat had mentioned a few times, Mat couldn't cook with modern technology. But roasting things over a fire?

That, he could do.

So there he was, bundled in a few layers, roasting a few rabbits over the fire and feeling more homesick than he was willing to admit.

[OOC: Mmm. Small game.]

Current Mood: hungry

lovemykilt

After spending the morning reading celebrity gossip mags online, Priestly was all set to be a little more social. He put his kilt on over a pair of ripped jeans, used every dye color in his collection to achieve a banded technicolor mohawk (and a little bit of stripe on his goatee), put in a call to Dinah, and hit the common room to whip up a couple hot subs.

After all, if he was going to go about setting fashion trends, he needed to have something that might draw people in, right?

Yeah, and okay, he was pretty hungry to boot. What? He was a growing teenage boy.

[ooc: open, chachacha.]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Despite the pool being just a few floors down from his room, Jonas hadn't yet made his way down here. For one, he knew the very basics of swimming and for two, well, he was shy. Still, coming to find the pool empty for the moment meant it was a little easier to get out of his shirt and step into the pool.

The water was warm enough and Jonas waded in till it hit the top of his chest. Swimming wasn't needed when he was tall enough to touch the bottom. For now, that was as far as he'd go. He had time to do more if he felt confident enough. He splashed some water on his face and then ducked down enough to get his hair wet.

It was a relatively new experience for him. There hadn't been much time for swimming back in the Community. Time was spent learning or volunteering. Recreational time was limited and tended to be spent playing games that made Jonas' stomach turn when he thought about them now.

New year, new experiences. Jonas hoped to have a lot of them.

[pool's an open place, of course]

Current Mood: hopeful

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

Jonas hadn't seen snow since leaving the Community. Even then, he'd been more concerned about the damaging effects the extreme weather was having on himself and Gabe rather than just enjoying it. Today, though, he had no such concerns. He'd managed to get through a semester of school on his own, without completely breaking down, and it was almost like the snow was his reward.

He was standing there, a few steps away from the dorms, hands stuck in his pockets and face upturned, letting the light flakes hit his face and stick to his jacket. With the vague memories he still had, he remembered snow making everything sound so quiet and still. He remembered it being wet and making your cheeks pink.

Despite nearly losing his life and nearly watching Gabe die to due extremely cold conditions, Jonas found that he still liked snow. And, with no consideration to the cold, thought just walking around outside the dorms and enjoying it was a nice way to pass the morning.

[the weather channel says there's snow so there's snow! open post, of course!]

Current Mood: cold

provostsdog.livejournal.com

There was the slightest of chances Beka's been spoiling the pigeons this week. They'd had to get through without the extra feed for two weeks and Beka swore Shimmer looked more hungry than usual. She crumbled some of the bread from her bag and scattered it in front of her, watching the gathered pigeons launch for it in a flurry of wings and feathers.

"You almost ate the entire bag, you loobies," she chided them. She wiped off the crumbs on her jeans afore she reached out to scratch the sleeping Pounce behind his ear. She had her diary laid open in her lap. She'd at least caught up with everything now, but her reports weren't. Writing about turning into a Terrier was easy, she was certain her Lord would see the humor of it. Twas the part about George Cooper that she couldn't find the words for.

[Open as roofs are.]

provostsdog.livejournal.com

Mayhap she should have asked Jonothon for help. It'd have been faster, of that she was certain. She'd seen one of the instructors of the gym insert the shiny disc in a black box and then there'd been images on the television. So far, she'd managed to turn on the television. And then she was stuck.

"You could help," she accused Pounce.

You need to learn to find your own way, Pounce told her, staying on his spot on the coffee table to observe her.

Sarden cat. "I'd not have taught this is of great importance," she told Pounce and randomly started pushing buttons on the black boxes underneath the television.

It's th-

She'd hit a button and the stereo installation lit up, music suddenly blaring through the common room. Pounce yowled and Beka hit the button again. Silence returned instantly, but Beka thought she'd might be deaf for the rest of the day.

[Open, of course. Pounce's responses not for radio, please. Since no one but Beka can understand him.]

see-beyond.livejournal.com

In the Community, going out after certain hours hadn't been permitted save for the those with Assignments that required it. Even being three years removed from that place, it still took Jonas a few weeks to realize that he could go out and stay out without the fear of punishment.

There were so many things he knew he could be doing or could be learning but, tonight, he found himself just staring up at the darkening sky. It was overcast but the clouds still captivated him in ways that might seem mundane to almost everyone else. It was amazing to him how they moved, changed shape and combined with each other so effortlessly.

Jonas hoped he might see stars later, when the sky grew dark, but watching the clouds was all right with him for the moment. The book he'd brought lay unopened next to him, ready if the clouds grew boring. Jonas didn't see that happening though.

[the deck's open!]

Current Mood: enthralled

provostsdog.livejournal.com

After a week at Fandom, Beka missed the Lower City still. She missed the sounds and the movements, she missed her jobs and she missed having breakfast every morning with her friends. Twas a good way to start the day and she imagined by now they'd all be gathered in the Dancing Dove, sharing tales of their day. So when she went to buy breakfast that morning, she'd bought more than she'd ever eat on her own. Fandom might be different, but people still had to eat and mayhap it could be one habit she'd not have to give up here.

She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.

What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.

"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."

To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.

"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.

I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.

Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.

[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]

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Jujube Campfire; Monday Afternoon [ 07/26 ].

Snow Cap Campfire | Morning | Sunday | July 25

3rd Floor Common Room / July 17 / Morning

2nd Floor Common Room / July 5 / Morning

Main campfire [afternoon]

2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Noonish

Wednesday After Period 3

Third floor common room [late morning]

third floor common room | mid morning | tuesday | 27 april

3rd Floor CR, Sunday Afternoon

The Garden, Saturday Afternoon

Second floor common room, Friday afternoon

4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

Lawn of the Dorms | Late Late Late Sunday Night | April 18

3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

3rd floor common room | early afternoon | friday | 5 march

Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Afternoon]

Hallway 3rd floor - Morning

3rd floor common room | late afternoon | wednesday | 20 january

Third floor common room [dinnertime]

Second floor common room, Saturday afternoon

the pool | afternoon | tuesday | 5 january

Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

outside the dorms | late morning | saturday | 19 december

Dorm roof - Early afternoon

4th floor common room - Late morning

deck | early evening | saturday | september 12

Late morning - 4th floor common room

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