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It was true that no one so far had gotten mad at her for anything and her classes were being held outside and no one mentioned it was weird when she left her room and so, even though Alluka was still (maybe a little scared) concerned about getting caught, she'd decided to, at the very least, wander outside enough to go and sit on the grass.

Grass was fun. It was all tickly and funny-shaped and hard to tie into knots. (She tried.) When she got tired of that, she flopped down on her back and looked up at the blue, blue sky. It was prettier than the mural in her room back home, she decided, even though the real sun didn't smile, and just burned her eyes if she stared at it too long.

And (still) there was no one to rage at her for leaving her room. Not that her family had ever raged at her--she'd never even managed to get the door open and Alluka, honestly, couldn't remember the last time she'd tried--but… well… few people were as scary as her parents were. She wasn't brave like Killua.

(But then, she didn't have to be.)

Alluka sat up, her giraffe in her lap, and looked around the lawn. She didn't feel quite like trying to go to town, but maybe she'd just explore the grounds around the dorms and school.

So that was what she did, right up until she saw something so amazing that it sent her flying back to the dorms, racing up stairs, and right to Mabel's room. She knocked eagerly on the door, not even considering that Mabel might not be there.

"Mabel, Mabel, Mabel!"

[Mabel's thread comes first, but open to all!]

solo_sword

Jaina told herself she'd claim one of the empty rooms tonight when she felt like getting some sleep, but let's face it. She wouldn't get any sleep at all even if she tried. So instead she camped herself out in the lobby, partly because she could see from where she was sitting what, if anything, was going on in what was left of outside, and partly because after years of being out of school (technically) taking over one of the common rooms felt weird.

She doubted the TV worked, and it wasn't like she had anything except a comm and phone that wouldn't work to distract her, so for the love of Pete, someone get down here and give her something to do that wasn't just trying not to think of what and who wasn't there anymore.

[Open if anyone's still around!]

trigons_child

After all the candy and sugary treats devoured when most of the island's inhabitants were transformed into children, Raven was very careful to provide a lot of healthy snacks for this meeting of the Reserves. There were fruits and veggies and whole grain goodness, but in the end she'd caved enough to provide some sweets as well.

"We are celebrating the end of the semester," Raven said to begin the meeting. "We have survived not only our classes, but everything that Fandom -- and our own worlds -- have had to throw at us. We thought we would take this time to take a break from the stress of finals and relax among friends, though perhaps we can also speak of what we have faced over the past several months and what we learned from it, about ourselves and our companions and our abilities."

"I think the most important thing I learned," Tara began, "and this might sound cheesy, is -- trust yourself and trust your friends. I've seen people do amazing things. Things they, they would have sworn they couldn't do if you'd asked. But stress people out enough, and bam. Magic happens. Not just literal magic, either."

"But there are always consequences to your actions," Karla added, sounding a little subdued. "And those consequences can have much further-reaching effects than what you might expect. Be careful of those around you, especially your friends. Just because they are likely to forgive you doesn't mean you have the right to treat them poorly, even for the sake of the 'greater good.'"

"Sometimes you owe your friends more than that," Dolf piped up. "Sometimes the 'greater good' is your friends, and sometimes you need to just look out for them to get the right things done." Not that he had any idea what Karla might have been referring to, but it had been his experience. "So we want to talk about it, and help make this part of the preserve a nicer place for today. Just to talk about the things we have done this year, and what they mean. Because everything means something, and everything we fight for is something important."

The boy was really ridiculously earnest.

"For my part, I have learned much the same as Tara has said," Raven said. "No matter how frightening something is, no matter how ashamed you are of something that is happening to you, you should not keep it to yourself and deal with it alone. The friendships forged in Fandom are strong, and our unique abilities and upbringings may bring valued insight into one another's problems. None of us are alone here."

She smiled and looked around at each of the students attending the meeting. "And if you have any words of advice for new students that will be arriving in Fandom, we would like to hear those as well."

[Co-written with the fabulous

glacial_witch,

life_inshadow, and

swordsandsoccer.]

Current Mood: good

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

vanillajello

Really, it probably should have been a shock to wake up in a room you hadn't even seen for nearly twenty years. And yes, it had been a little disorienting at first, but please. Not only was Kate Desrosiers a Fandom High alumna, she had also taught at the school herself, and had visited pretty frequently over the years since. There were few strange occurrences that could shock her anymore.

So really, all this randomly-getting-transported-overnight stuff really meant at this point was that she was saving money on gas for her car.

Having rolled out of bed and boggled at her old room for a moment, Kate did what came naturally. And that was wandering on down to the common room, getting the coffee machine going, and getting started on a batch of muffins. If memory served her right, the smell would be enough to lure people in. She was kind of curious as to who all she'd see.

And if there was anyone in particular she was hoping to run into... Well, you would not be the first to know.

[ooc: You can't possibly think this could be anything other than open.]

wwiii

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame

glacial_witch and

trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

icecoldfrost

It was her birthday.

Emma turned the crayon-colored card Hank had manged to mail her over in her hands, trying to wrap her mind around it while the television droned on in the background with Tim Gunn telling someone why they sucked in an awesome manner.

It was her birthday, and she was eighteen. She no longer had to worry about Winston trying to have her committed so that she'd disappear, or social services, or anything like that. She could open a bank account in her own name. She could go to college, get a job, be seen in public. She could have her life back.

It was almost too big to process, but every time she started getting overwhelmed, she touched the flower in her hair and had to grin a little bit.

It was her eighteenth birthday. And so far, it was off to a pretty good start.

[Open post is open!]

glacial_queen

The sixth floor had been transformed into a proper Winter Wonderland, complete with twinkling lights adorning the walls, and... snow?

Yes, snow. Inside. Don’t ask how it got here. Or why it wasn’t melting despite the fact that the room itself was a comfortable temperature. If someone did ask, the only answer they’d get was a mysterious smile from Karla and a slight waggle of her fingers. Whatever conclusion they wanted to draw from that was fine.

But it wouldn’t be a party without the food, of course, which is why there were several tables with all sorts of (vegetarian-friendly) snacks and drinks, and, yes, a cake. Made by Sookie and not either of the two people organizing this party. ~~Which meant it was safe for human consumption~~. Speakers hidden behind fake trees were playing soft New Agey music, with a few instrumental holiday carols thrown in. Even some of the tinsel from yesterday had been saved and used to decorate.

Come in, relax, and help the birthday girl celebrate her first party in style.

[Bit of OCD ~~coming~~ UP! WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS? UGH.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is ~~on the way~~ up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

glacial_queen

The Reserves were kind of fidgety today. Karla, at least, was filled with a kind of nervous energy that made it hard to keep still. This would be a nice break from her current state of constant near-exhaustion, if it hadn't come with all kinds of, well, emotional distractions. The kind that made it hard to concentrate.

Mostly--since we're all being honest here--because her libido was racing along faster than a NASCAR driver. And she didn't even get that reference. ( snipped for sexy honesty? )

furnaceface

Really, there were probably a hundred-odd other things that Jono could be doing right now to make better use of his time. He was going on that break trip, and so there was packing to be done, after all. But why pack, when procrastination was so much more appealing?

He could have brought his guitar up to the roof, but that had seemed a bit too much like effort for him this evening, too. Instead of effort, he'd made his way up to the roof with a book (Vonnegut) and a portable CD player (playing Pearl Jam), and he was taking advantage of the last few daylight hours to lose himself in a bit of both.

[Open roof, open post! I haven't been out nearly enough this week, poo.]

trigons_child

Raven had claimed the fifth floor common room ~~with a flag~~ in the name of Rumor Gal tonight. She'd been waiting months for tonight's episode after the terrible cliffhanger earlier that year that had left her favorite character in grave peril.

She thought she'd figured out her laptop so that she could video chat with Hoshi if she called, and Jono had said he'd join her to watch, but anyone was welcomed, of course.

Just don't even think of turning the channel.

Current Mood: excited

furnaceface

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

[Open! And you better believe that there will be YouTube abuse today.]

azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula chose a quiet corner in the gym and began setting-up. She rolled out a mat meant for sitting and placed a tall candle holder and candle at the very center of the mat.

After she was done Azula sat down on the mat, crossed her arms and began to wait.

(For

furnaceface but open gym is open!)

Current Mood: contemplative

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

furnaceface

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

furnaceface

Jonothon was sitting in the rain.

Why was Jonothon sitting in the rain? Mostly because it seemed like a very Jono thing to do. He'd had half a mind to head into town today, possibly to open up the Groovy Tunes just to pass a Saturday by in the company of some of his favourite recording artists. But then it had started to rain, while he was not more than halfway across the school grounds, and for whatever reason, he felt inclined to just sit down at take it in.

... Mostly by ducking under the nearest tree in the vain hope that it would keep at least some of the rain from soaking into his bandages, which had been rearranged to cover the clawed-up shoulder he'd gotten earlier in the week. His jacket wouldn't do much good in that regard. The shoulder of it was shredded, too.

If nothing else, he could certainly appreciate that it was cooler out thanks to the rainfall than it had been in entirely too long.

All in all, he supposed it wasn't terrible. Just bloody annoying.

[Yeah, it totally seemed like a sitting in the rain kind of day. The grounds are open for all your rainy day needs!]

furnaceface

Well, this was it, then, wasn't it? Once again, they'd reached the last relative day of peace and quiet before the new students shuffled in and workshops got back into full swing. Jono's week had been an eventful one already, between his impromptu jam session with the slightly insane girl who had tried to smash her guitar on the floor on Tuesday, and getting a message from Alice telling him that he'd pretty much inherited the management position at the Groovy Tunes.

And so, it seemed to Jono as though the best way to spend his last mellow day before the inevitable insanity would be by taking a seat in the common room, pulling out his amp and his guitar, and playing something in an honest to goodness, actually social setting. The only problem?

//You could probably make a lot of people happy by playing something soft and pleasant, like Yesterday, Jonothon.//

//Sod that. Pearl Jam! Jeremy! Play it loudly!//

The trouble with having similarly telepathic personifications of the positive and negative aspects of his conscience sitting on his shoulder was that Jono had no clue which of them was asking for which song. If you asked him, they both had bloody good taste.

He'd just ignore the both of them and play some Led Zeppelin, instead.

[Open common room! Hi!]

mississippiqueen

Today, there was something missing. Something whose absence made everything about this meeting of the Magic Slash Support Reserves desperately, desperately wrong.

No, not everybody with magic powers; nobody was invisible today. This was so much worse: the table next to the leaders held NO FOOD! It held nothing but a pile of scarves, in fact.

"Now, now, nobody panic," Emmett called out, raising his hands in a slightly defensive movement just in case they were really as hungry as they looked. "The goodies are here. They're just behind us." He stepped aside to point to a spot a good hundred feet back, where another table could be spotted. "You guys did really well with helping each other out when things went kabloonkie last week, so this week, we're gonna build on that with a teamwork and communication exercise. Which I'd be the first to call lametastic under other circumstances, but guys, guys. There's cupcakes at the end of it!"

"So." He pointed to the open area of grass between the food and the group leaders. "Today? That grass is lava. There's a path through it marked out in duct tape, but you can't step off or bye-bye designer footwear which by the way I hope you didn't wear. Go to the end of the path, grab yourself a cupcake for you and one for your partner, and then make your way back! Easy like peas!"

"Well, maybe not quite that easy," Karla said, grinning a bit. "See, the reason you need a partner is because you're going to be blindfolded." One of the scarves on the table floated over to her and she held it up for them to see. "Trust and communication, remember? You're going to have to trust your partner to get you to the cupcakes, without having you step in lava, or in any of the other ingenious traps we've set about the course." The expression Karla was wearing suggested that she was looking forward to seeing them maneuver said traps.

"The easiest way to do this is via verbal communication, of course, but be creative if you can. Pair up with a telepath and have them look through your eyes or attempt to broadcast your thoughts, especially if you're unused to telepathic communication. Use magic to somehow guide your partner through--and then don't use any for yourself. Levitate someone over the lava if they're about to fall in. Be creative and go beyond your comfort zone. Nothing is against the rules, as long as you have fun."

[OOC: Open! Co-writ with the lovely and evil

glacial_witch,

trigons_child and

life_inshadow.]

life_inshadow

In theory, Tara knew everyone who came to a Reserves meeting was her friend. That theory wasn't helping her case of the jitters about leading the meeting as much as she'd like. She couldn't look at the group as a whole, or at Kennedy, or at Karla, Raven and Emmett; she was sure she'd completely lose the ability to speak if she did. She settled for glancing between her notecards and a neutral point on the ground a few feet from the altar she stood beside as she spoke, talking slowly and softly so as to minimize the chance she would stutter.

( Stuttering should have been the least of her worries. )

[OOC: Up early to maximize time for invisibility! Subthread for post-spell support and recovery here. Edit: Invisible people are free to move around the island, and will return to visibility when the spell breaks no matter where they are.]

glacial_queen

Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. ( To keep talking )

[~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]

glacial_queen

The plastic-covered snacks were once again under umbrellas today as the Magic Reserves met outside. Next to the table was a very large tub, covered with a bright blue plastic tarp from T&C's.

"Kiss kiss!" Karla greeted everyone as they assembled around the table. "Today, we're going back to different ways magic can be used to dodge or shield against attacks. Hopefully most of us will never need to know ways to avoid missiles flying at our heads and other various body parts, but as long as the island keeps getting attacked, we need to devote time and energy to keeping our skills sharp." She grinned. "Though no one said we can't have fun doing it."

"And what better time to break out a bit of fun than now?" Merlin asked, ~~blinding people with his Irish-ness~~ smiling far too much for someone only wearing a pair of swim-trunks. "Tony? Would you do the honors of starting us off?"

"Absolutely," Tony said. He flipped the tarp off the tub and called a balloon to his hand. Which he promptly threw at Merlin.

"Hey!" Merlin, so very kindly, responded the same way. Though his balloon was aimed at Karla.

Karla squealed. "I thought we'd agreed to gang up on Tony!" she protested, snagging the balloon with Craft and tossing it back at Merlin. Another flew out of the tub and raced towards Tony. "Have at!" she called to the rest of them. "Try to keep as many balloons as possible from hitting you!"

[OOC ~~on its way!~~ up!]

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

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living ~~and loving~~ in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]

glacial_queen

Third time was hopefully a charm as the Magic Reserves met at the Danger Shop again. And, to be clear, they were meeting here because it was a convenience and a help, and not out of any desire to show the stupid room who was boss.

So there.

"Uh, hi everyone," Karla said, trying to sound utterly confident in their Danger Shop prowess. "We're going to try something different this week. Like the Fighting Reserves mentioned yesterday, sometimes we're taken by surprise by an attack. And even though we have powers, that doesn't always mean that we're in any position to use them--or, at least, use them effectively. Knowing how to use the environment to our advantage in a fight is just as important for us as it is for anyone else."

"We especially need to learn this in case there are other people around so we don't accidentally hit any allies." Because that was a problem when flinging things about, okay?

Not that Merlin had any experience with it. Really.

"You simply need to take in your surroundings and figure out what will work best to defend yourself."

Like a chandelier!

"We're sorta going for subtle here, today," Tony said. "Like maybe you don't want to advertise you've got magic. Maybe you don't want the enemy to know what they're up against yet."

Merlin nodded enthusiastically at that, fiddling with a button or two in order to make a run-of-the-mill-evil medieval henchman appear.

"There are small things you can do in order to throw them off in a fight. Alter their weapon, pull the rug from beneath their feet, trip them with whatever happens to be near... just to name a few. The limits really only come in the form of your imagination!"

Karla glanced at her co-leaders, took a deep breath, and pressed the buttons to make the simulations start. She preemptively winced as the images appeared--and then relaxed when there was no signs of dinosaurs, porn stars or carnivorous bunnies. "Have at!" she said, cheering.

[~~Wait for the OCD or the Canadians will lose! You don't want to be responsible for that, do you?~~ OCD up! The Canadians are safe.]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Jono and Alice had decided to tempt fate, which was not generally seen as a good idea by those who are completely sane and rational.

This might explain why ~~Jono and Alice~~ Olaf and Brunhilda were standing in the second floor common room, in full Viking regalia, singing what might (if one were tone deaf and generous) pass for a rendition of some form of opera. Possibly something Wagnerian.

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha!"

Someday, they would reach the roof! And from there, sail to Valhalla! But for now, they needed to stand here and sing for a few more acts!

(Jono modded with permission! Open as CRs are! Opera done badly while you wait!)

Current Mood: confused

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jake had been out the whole evening, mostly sticking to the preserves. There'd been plenty of gremlins to kill, but as the night was drawing to an end, it seemed as if the gremlins were retreating back to the dormitory. Jacob followed, killing whatever gremlin was in his way. He tried to stick to the tree line, but the growls and sounds of fighting seemed to echo.

You try to fight quietly when you're an oversized werewolf getting jumped on by heaps of gremlins. And dammit, that was his tail and that hurt. He tried to snap at the gremlin to get it off, off, off. It'd be almost comical as far as a werewolf, his fur matted with blood both his own and that of the gremlins, could be considered comical.

[Open, sure!]

furnaceface

Why look, out there in the common room, pretending to be social while watching terrible, somewhat dated slasher films! Was it Jonothon? Why yes, yes it was!

The lights were dimmed, the sound was turned up as loudly as it could go without disrupting everyone else on the floor, and Jono was slumped back against the couch, as comfortable as he ever was, silently mocking anyone who thought that they'd be successful in their attempts to escape that guy with the chainsaw who walked incredibly slowly after them.

All that was missing was the popcorn.

For obvious reasons.

[Open common room is open!]

living_endless

Swimming might not have been the most obvious activity for Jono, but it had come up in a conversation Didi thought was about billiards, and somehow she'd become quite taken with the idea. If nothing else, it would fill another day of break before the trip to New York. She was looking forward to that -- she hadn't been in New York since the day with Sexton.

Dressed in her simple black tankini, she dropped her towel at the edge of the pool and sat, toes in the water. She beamed up. "It's warm!"

[OOC: For the modded with permission boy, but open pool!]

icecoldfrost

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

Current Mood: chipper

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

[[Open for all!]]

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. ]]

wantstodirect

Now that everyone was in their right minds--hopefully--Merlin was ready to once again try and face the public. He might end up hiding in his room if this went badly again.

At least he could take biscuits from here before he fled to a life as a hermit.

"Hello, everyone. Today we'll just be having a bit of a free week. Since it's finals for most of us and holidays for many soon after. And there is no need for any--er--excitement after last week, yes?"

"Yeah, the last few weeks have been pretty stressful for people, so we thought something a bit more low-key might be in order," Karla added, standing a precisely-considered distance away from Merlin. 'Close enough to show that we're still friends' was balanced by 'far away enough to show the lack of shenanigans.' She might have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about that, it's true.

"Last week, however, illustrated something very important. As with all kinds of power, magic can be misused and abused. Sometimes it's accidental, like in cases where people don't know what they're doing. Other times it might unintentional, like when people don't understand what they're doing is wrong--or even have no idea they're doing anything at all. Either way, it's important to know what is considered ethical--and, more importantly, what's considered unethical."

Tony nodded. "I think the big one is free will. If you're affecting someone's abilities to make choices, that's a big red flag. I can't think of any time it's okay to mess with someone's head, unless you're trying to undo something worse. Any others? What do you guys think?"

[OCD up!]

icecoldfrost

Between this weekend, the Rescue Rangers events of the previous week, and the whatever-the-heck was going around at the play last night, Emma needed a smoke.

Honestly, she could kill off an entire carton repressing the events of last weekend, but she was going to sit on the roof ledge and be good and stick to one or two cigarettes. Maybe three, if she felt like indulging.

Four, if anyone gave her any crap, but Emma wasn't anticipating needing to deal with anything that couldn't be solved with a glare and judicious unethical use of her powers. Or mocking. Mocking solved everything.

[Open roof. SP disclaimer applies, as I haven't been getting notifs for anyone since Friday. Poke me over email if I don't answer.]

furnaceface

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal knew that, technically, he should be spending his free time practicing so he wouldn't make a huge fool of himself when he finally fulfilled his requirements for losing his bet with Kate. Instead, he was sprawling in the common room, lights off, with a loud, action packed movie on the television. He'd ordered himself a pizza and decided that pretending that he didn't have humiliation in his future was a much better plan.

[cr's an open place, if'n you want!]

Current Mood: relaxed

glacial_queen

When people began arriving at the meeting today, they would see that things were a bit different than usual today. For one thing, the snack table has it's usual assortment of warm beverages, but was missing the normal variety of snacks and there were a ~~handwavey~~ number of wooden chests piled off to the side, each one sporting a heavy iron padlock on the front.

"Greetings," Karla said, looking a bit more composed than she had at the last meeting. "We've got a fair bit to do today, so we should probably get started quickly. First, we have a talk from Tara, who was kind enough to volunteer this week," she paused to give Tara a grateful smile, "and then, we have an activity."

Merlin nodded and stepped forward. "Inside these chests is... pie." Oh, it was so spooky and magical sounding. "But, as you see, they're rather firmly locked up. So, the exercise today will be to get the contents of the box--unharmed--using whatever skills you have at your
disposal."

Mmm, pie. "Fresh-baked," Tony added. "And if you get one out, it's all yours."

Karla was really regretting that the three of them hadn't had enough time to bake the pies themselves, but hopefully J,GoB pies would be an acceptable substitute. "So, let's give Tara our attention--and a pie of her own for volunteering--and then we'll see how well your pie-retrieving skills are."

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

There was even more food piled on the tables than usual today. Karla had taken the term 'comfort food' to new and interesting heights--specifically the tower of cupcakes from J,Gob. There was also a new beverage joining the ranks of coffee, tea, and juice: mulled cider, kept warm by little tongues of witchfire. There wasn't the traditional alcohol in there yet, but after the meeting broke up, if there was any left, odds were pretty good she'd be adding some.

"Hey everyone," she said, trying to sound friendly and enthusiastic and falling rather flat. "Good to see you. Uhhh..."

Having quickly run out of words, she looked to Tony or Merlin to take up the conversation.

Merlin stepped forward, smiling in hopes of distracting people with his ~~ears~~ bit of the speech.

...alright, and his ears.

"We'll be learning from you today, those who volunteered last week will be sharing a little bit about their abilities. Won't that be
fun?" He asked, sounding a bit like an overly excited pre-school teacher.

"Or at least useful, we hope," Tony said. "... okay, I feel like we should have an animated logo and jingle here. 'The More You Know!' But think about ways these guys' abilities could work with yours, or see if you can come up with an unusual way for them to use their powers."

Karla was confused by the reference, but wasn't particularly concerned. "In that case, I'd like to welcome Raven and Leda to come up and share. Also, you guys totally get first dibs on the cupcakes for being brave."

glacial_queen

Karla fled towards the dorms, running as if there were Hell-hounds flat on her heels. Just a little bit further, she thought. Just a little bit faster… She was flagging, and quickly, but she reached down deep in her reserves and dredged up enough energy for one last little burst of speed.

( Too bad it was impossible to outrun one’s own fragmenting mind. )

[ So starts the plot of Crazy! Open for reactions from anyone inside. Psychics, empaths, telepaths, people prone to odd dreams, random people up at stupid o’clock in the morning—anyone can react to the waves of emotion. Karla herself is not available for interaction. Further posts can be found here and then here. These posts are NFI, save for ~~Plot-slaves~~ Team Rescue! WARNING: MORE DARK THEMES AND CREEPINESS AHEAD. POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING. AFTERMATH OF VIOLENCE, PARTICULARLY SEXUAL AND AGAINST CHILDREN. I WARN BECAUSE I CARE.

Yes, my canon is MADE OF WRONG.]

weldedtomyspine

Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up.

Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.

And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.

Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.

provostsdog.livejournal.com

Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

So someone was now in student council. Therefore, someone was on the roof--a place that was always smart to go when you were her--celebrating.

With diet Coke and a book.

WHOA THERE, JEAN. LET'S NOT GO CRAZY.

But that's what she was doing. So. Nyah.

[[Open like a roof!]]

furnaceface

Jono had gone out today and he'd spent money.

A stupid, ridiculous amount of money the likes of which he'd never spend again, but he had needed those extra clothes, and the rest was all about sanity.

Yes, the shiny brand-new candy-apple red Fender Strat that he was practically hugging off to the side of the roof where he'd actually managed to find an outlet for his amp. That was all about sanity.

So was taking it outside. Because he figured that people in the dorms would probably like to sleep as he tried to muddle out the chords for a few songs he'd been working on months and months back, before he... you know. Blew up.

They were very mid-90's grunge.

[Oh, the roof is so very open.]

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

So it'd almost been a week, and Jak was settling in just fine. Yep. It was a miracle that up until now he hadn't had time to explore the television yet. They had... something like it, back in Sandover, but it so wasn't the same thing. And it was good practice on his alphabet thing.

Right. Practice.

In practice, Jak was slung over a chair, dangling his feet over the edge, and sipping at a can of Red Bull. He was pretty sure the name was misleading - if there was any eco in that drink at all, it so felt like blue.

[[ open! ]]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was bored. She was still plowing through paperwork -- Turks didn't back down from challenges, thanks -- but she was going to go crazy if she didn't get some air. So she was going to set up shop in the common room while she typed up reports on her laptop, and she'd find something insane to watch on TV.

... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.

(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)

Current Mood: bored

wantstodirect

A nice selection of baked goods (from J, GoB, fear not) and coffee were set out.

Tony had a cup of coffee in his left hand and a few muffin crumbs remained on his t-shirt when he stepped up to address the group. "Hey," he said. "Welcome to Magic Reserves. We're here to learn to work together using our abilities to defend the island. Even if you don't call what you do 'magic', you're welcome to practice with us." He glanced over at his fellow magic reserve leaders. "I think we're going to start with introductions, which I know we're doing like a million times this week, but you gotta start somewhere. My name's Tony. I'm from Vancouver in modern day Canada and I'm a wizard."

Karla, armed with a coffee in one hand and a pastry in the other, stepped forward and waved. "Kiss kiss," she said with a grin. "I'm Karla. I'm from the Territory of Glacia in the Realm of Kaeleer--it's okay that none of you have heard of it--and I'm a witch. That means I can use Craft for a lot of things, but I'm also a Healer and a Black Widow. I can explain what that means later, but rest assured, I will not murder you." ( Probably )

Current Mood: hopeful

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