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Karla had let her pick the place for where the healing was supposed to take place and, while her hotel room had the advantage of privacy, Zack wasn't the only one of them who wanted to be out amongst nature for as long as possible before heading back to Midgar.

So Ino had picked her old garden, the one that she'd planted ages ago, behind the stables.

She arrived early, making sure to get there before Karla did, and took her time wandering through the trees, eating a few chocolate cherries off the chocolate cherry tree and inspecting the pillow tree and the blanket tree (and thinking about that period of a few months, back then, that she and Zack had camped out here, since he couldn't bear to leave Angeal's sword in the locker) and all of the plants that she still considered hers in some way, despite the fact that it had been five years and counting since she'd seen them all.

They were still alive. Thriving, even.

Ino found that comforting.

[Expecting one, but totally open!]

glacial_queen

Karla was not as committed to Sparkle Motion as her fellow StuCo members were, so the giant and super-glittery sign was resting against the table, rather than resting on it where she could see. She felt confident that people would be able to notice it and remember to buy flowers and dance tickets as they walked through the lobby. Just in case though, she had snacks from JGOB set out on the table next to her.

suitably_heroic

A new week, a new term, new classes... and an old card game.

So far, Atton didn't have much to complain about regarding his classes (except for all the things he did complain about) but he was pretty glad they were over for the week. After all, the school had flooded with a bunch of new students who, presumably, didn't know how to play pazaak so good (or at all). So now he was stretching out in the common room, watching something called The Real Hustle (or whatever) while playing a friendly game of cards against himself.

Good. Friendly. Accessible! He might even switch to poker if you asked real nice. He was a nice guy like that.

[[ open! ]]

notmyownage

It was Claudia's last night in Fandom.

She wasn't going on to do anything really Earth shattering. Tomorrow she'd be catching her regular portal to South Dakota and going to the Warehouse, like she did most Fridays, anyway.

She just wasn't coming back.

But that was tomorrow. And tomorrow was an eternity away. So she sat up on the roof, her feet dangling off over the edge, and stared out over Fandom. Even if she came back some day, she was never going to get this view again. Because tonight was her last night.

She was just going to South Dakota. She'd done way weirder things, and gone to way more dangerous places.

So why the hell was she so terrified?

[ooc: probably Claudia's last post as a student before swapping to alum status. Fridays are busy for me at work, so I may not have time to put her anywhere.

So, you know, open.]

endsthegame

It had been a while since Ender had put in any effort to spend time out in the open. He wasn't really avoiding anyone - he never really was - but he had been busy: with colonists, with research, with the mess going on in Ben's universe.

It had been a while, and he was planning to change that, at least right now.

So when his classes had finished, he ambled into the common room and put on a documentary about insect hives. Took out a notepad, just in case there was anything to take notes on that he didn't already know - he'd spent a lot of time comparing Earth insects to Formic behavior in his time - and sat back.

Maybe not the most fascinating material. But if worst came to worst, this was just going to be a quiet moment by himself. He was fine with that, too.

[[ open! ]]

endsthegame

Ever since the broadcast on Monday showcasing Daala's brutal violent response to slave uprisings, Ender had been busy: busy writing emails, busy coordinating with his people in Ben's universe, busy privately worrying about where all of this would lead - with or without him.

But eventually he'd run out of things to do, as impossible as it had seemed at the start of the week. Somehow, that message hadn't quite reached his brain, for he still felt jittery and concerned; keeping a lid on it around Ben had just made it worse.

So in an effort to calm down, he decided to hit up the common room for breakfast today. Got two packages of microwavable pancakes out of the fridge and opened them up, using his deft microwaving skills to produce a stack - mostly in hopes of luring in someone to talk to.

Unlike certain people of his acquaintance, he didn't actually care much about the taste of his breakfast.

[[ open! ]]

hurtingzeebo

Sam had laid down tarps on the rec room floor and hung more from the walls, today, which couldn't possibly bode well. She was currently setting up two tables on either side of the room and laying out an assortment of warm -- not hot, she'd learned that lesson after the last big Puckett family dinner -- dishes. There was fried chicken, grilled chicken, chicken liver pate. Chicken meatballs, chicken salad, chicken alfredo, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken soup, chicken gravy, pulled chicken, chicken fingers, and even a couple whole roast chickens.

It was really, really, really, really hard for her not to just dig in right away. Everyone should admire the hell out of her restraint.

But, dammit, she was determined to actually get to have a chicken fight on the show, tonight.

[ooc: The post is open and the food smells delightful!]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

The newbies had been on the island for an entire week! Rapunzel was pretty sure that at least some of them had to be feeling overwhelmed.

Besides, she hadn't had a chance to meet most of them!

But that was okay. Rapunzel had a solution to both of those problems! Baking. Lots and lots and lots of baking! Cookies, brownies, muffins, and cupcakes were already strewn over most of the flat surfaces in the common room.

And now? It was time for pie!

Rapunzel's tongue was caught lightly between her teeth as she caaaarefully worked to separate egg whites from their yolks.

Hopefully people would show up soon to either help bake, or help consume the results of all the baking. But either way, Rapunzel intended to take the opportunity to smile broadly and talk to them!

nothornlessrose.livejournal.com

Cassidy suddenly found herself opening her eyes back in the gardens and falling on the ground. Confused, she looked around, but the things that had attacked her. As she was getting to her feet, she heard a thought in the wind, or maybe she was imagining things.

*REMEMBER*

Her first thought was of the friends that had been lost here and she thought of them first.

Then she thought of her home. Of Dharo and the people that were her friends and her family. She remembered Devra and Burle. She remembered her brother, Clayton. She thought of Morton and how his smile made her blush and how he wished he liked her like she like him. She remembered the land and how it came to life beneath her hands and feet. She remembered how much she needed to be linked with the land and how the woods or the lakes looked in summer and autumn. She went back to remembering the roads and the fields in Weaver's Field -- in her mind she thought of the pretty houses and the clean storefronts. She remembered and kept coming back to Morton and to Clayton.

She sat down and pressed her hands against the ground to make sure it was being brought back as well and then sighed, leaning back.

Then, she did the thing she had been afraid of doing, afraid that even if she was back, others may have been hurt in the fighting she was sure that happened after how many people were taken away.

She swallowed and sent out a worried call on an open thread.

*Shira? Karla?*

Mother Night, please let them be here, still.

[[OOC: Hping for two or three, but it's open.]]

glacial_queen

Some days, you just had to crawl out of bed, take off your moping pants, and do something. Anything. Whatever. Today, Karla decided that the thing she was going to do was swim until she was exhausted. The beach being too full of memories, she headed to the pool at the dorms instead.

The pool was nice. Quiet. Just her and the water and lap after endless lap. Maybe if she tired herself out enough, she'd be able to sleep tonight. And then tomorrow, she'd help...research or whatever everyone was doing. Make herself useful. Something.

[One is expected, but post is open!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Okay, so this wasn't the happiest event Student Council or the Reserves had ever put together.

It wasn't even in the top fifty.

Still, there were some of the trappings of a standard student event: Free food, for one, represented by a table of pizzas. Odd decorations -- CPR dummies, in this case.

And, of course, people standing in the front of the room waiting to talk.

"Hey," Quinn said. Her hair was pulled back simply , and she looked tired. "We know this is not the best week, so thanks for coming out. A lot of us are feeling sort of run down by what's going on, and we wanted to get people together outside the library. There's pizza, and if you want to brush up on CPR, Dave and Wesley are both pretty handy."

She glanced over to Wes now to see if he wanted to add anything.

"We'll be doing some demonstrations in a brief while," Wesley said. "In the meantime, help yourself to anything you'd like to eat, enjoy yourselves, er, as best you can, and feel free to come to us with any questions you might have."

Way to put people in the party mood, Wes. Really. Two thumbs-up on that one.

Quinn didn't have much else to add, so she tried to smile and wandered off toward the first aid area and hoped people would follow.

[[OCD up! Have at!]]

glacial_queen

Today, the Reserves met outside. The leaders figured that people might need a little fresh air and the chance to move around a bit. There was the traditional table of ~~moddable~~ snacks and beverages for anyone to partake of. Assuming they had the appetite.

"Today, we're going to be talking about how to deal with an invisible enemy," Karla said, because they enjoyed being topical. "Of all the senses we have, most of us rely far too heavily on out sense of sight. That hinders us greatly when it comes to enemies that are invisible, or when it comes to fighting in the dark or when we're fighting enemies from ambush."

"Or when you battle disease, that some might have given you purposefully," Dolf said quietly. He hadn't quite managed to disassociate any of this from the Crimson Death since Cally's message yesterday. "There are many kinds of enemies that can't be seen, and not all of them are things you can hit. Or they might be things you can see, but that creep in when you least expect it, take someone and then go." Experience with that? Never. "But there are ways to deal with this. Keeping watch, and even just knowing."

"From a martial perspective, it's important to utilize your other senses as much as you can, to avoid letting a lack of a visible opponent become a handicap," Wesley added. "In an ordinary fight, one might not even realize all the clues provided to you by simply listening and being present in your physical space -- but when you're no longer able to see what you're fighting, it becomes that much more imperative to take advantage of these things."

Off to the side, there were basketballs and strips of cloth set out. "For martial and support," Wesley continued, "we'd like you to pair up and take turns approaching one another. One of you should wear the blindfold and try to -- gently -- toss the basketball at the other, using the rest of your senses to the best of your ability to try to locate them, while the other tries to be as quiet as possible. You can trade roles when you're finished."

"For magic," Karla added, "we're going to do the same thing, only use power to try to deflect or shield against the ball while blindfolded. If your powers don't work that way, we can talk about other ways to practice using your gifts while unable to see."

[Co-written with the usual suspects!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

~~Moddable~~ ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

glacial_queen

Okay...after the trip home and what she and Raven had discovered about the disappearance of the island of Zuul--pardon, Zuulaman--Karla had some very complex emotions to work through. On the one hand, she was pretty certain that whatever was going on with other people's worlds was not at all related to what happened to Zuulaman. So, that was a plus. She didn't know what she would have done if Uncle Sae--if the High Lord had somehow been responsible for Priestly and Valentine and Jak and Dujae and whoever else had gone missing. On the other hand, now she had no ideas or clues or anything else to go on. Her tangled web hadn't been particularly helpful, her dreams remained vague and unsettling, no one seemed to know what to do and her one lead had fizzled out completely.

So, yeah. Stick practice. A lot of it. Even if it didn't actually help her sort out her problems, she could practice until she was ready to drop. That should make for a few hours at least when she wasn't fretting over something she couldn't change. She threw herself into the forms Lucivar had drilled into her, moving from one to the other, faster and faster until she could get them flawless.

She was going to be here for awhile.

[Expecting one, but open!]

momslilassassin

Half to give Ender some time to process Val's disappearance and half because it was a good idea, Ben was putting up hand-written posters on various bulletin boards:

Relatives and/or friends back home gone missing? Leave your information here, or contact Ben (555-LGCY or Ender (555-ENDR)

They didn't have the first idea of what was happening, but knowing how big the problem had become might help. Maybe.

[OOC: Open for finding him if you'd like!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

dollpocalypse

This morning, signs had ~~handwavily~~ gone up in the common rooms advertising the presence of a free laundry service in the laundry room today who would wash people's clothes upon request. That free laundry service (read: pair of students in detention) was less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"I don't see why I have to be here," Topher whined, kicking the machine he was sitting on. "I didn't do anything!"

"You shrank my clothes, asshat," Ramona replied, rolling her eyes as she investigated the room for a window she could crack so she could smoke. "Shut up and get ready to use some fabric softener. Maybe no one'll show."

"I have asthma," Topher informed her. "You can't smoke in here."

A beat.

"And what's fabric softener?"

Request their services at your own peril, Fandom.

[[Open to all, muahaha. Prewritten with the lovely

dabblinginbitch, obviously. This detention is brought to you by the brilliant

nookiepowered. OCD ~~on the way~~ up!]]

dollpocalypse

Topher was sitting on top of a laundry machine, flicking buttons and knobs while someone else's laundry was getting washed. It was a fairly simple mechanism, as far as he could tell. Not too complicated or anything. Of course, he'd never tried to use one. He wasn't particularly bothered with the idea of interrupting the cycle of whoever's clothes were being washed, because this was all in the name of science and it therefore trumped personal clothes-having. Naturally.

Hmm. What would happen if he changed it from whites to colors? Well, only one way to find out, he guessed.

On the machine next to him, he'd laid out a series of fairly meticulously folded clothes. And one girl's shirt that did not belong to him and had a curious stain on it. You... probably didn't want to know what that was about.

No, really. You didn't.

[[Topher's here for Ben, but it's an open laundry room! ~~And if you want it to be your character's clothes that he's messing up, that is all the funnier!~~ Clothes owner has been arranged!]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie didn't know why she was so upset. It was a three-person race, and unless someone jumped in last-minute, she was going to make it on Student Council. And even if someone did join, it's not like anyone couldn't see how hard she was trying. She kept trying to remind herself of that, but it wasn't really the point.

She was used to being left out, and even used to people teaming up against her. She'd really thought that people would be different here, and surprise, they weren't. That hurt more than just all the campaign stuff, and she'd liked her so-called competition till five minutes ago. She thought briefly of just dropping out, but she had never gotten anywhere by giving up and she doubted that'd make her feel better. Maybe she should change her campaign slogan. Vote Annie: The Only Senior Candidate to Never Make Someone Cry In The Bathroom. Nah. Even at her worst, she wasn't that petty. No, she was going to have to do exactly what she'd been doing: show everyone she was the right person for the job. And absolutely crush the other two in the debate.

She'd just maybe cry it out a little first, though.

[I have 20 invoices to enter all day and can finally use this icon. Open!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley? Was surreptitiously taking down some of the more... well, horrible signs that Kenzi had put up in the common room. They were all bad, but some were worse than others and so not going to be representing his campaign. Like, at all.

Once most of the worst offenders were gone, he disposed of them in the garbage and started making tea.

There. Productive day.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had gone into the bathroom to try and wash some of the seemingly omnipresent glitter off her hands, and it was then that she noticed the sheet of white butcher block paper taped to one of the walls. After drying her hands and checking to make sure it wasn't covering up any of her fliers (it wasn't), she regarded it for a second, wondering what it was there for and who put it there.

Then she shrugged, reached into her purse, and wrote Vote for Annie!! with a heart next to it. You really shouldn't expect anything less from her.

[I HAD TO. You know what to do. Annie can be in there if you want to talk to her, or you can mod her out.]

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

glacial_queen

Karla had missed the newbie picnic, sadly, and so far her only real interaction with anyone new to the island was having one knock her over and then turn into a baby cheetah before she'd even gotten his name.

Or before she'd gotten the lunch he'd offered. Dammit.

But such a shameful state of affairs couldn't stand any longer. Today Karla had decided to get to know people a little better by heading over to the common room and do a bit of baking to celebrate the newbies surviving their first week of Fandom. Yesterday's mention of cupcakes on the radio had her interested in trying her hand at making some of her own; she'd already pretty much perfected cookies, after all.

Maybe she could offer a batch or two to the teachers of the cupcake class!

"You behave," she told the baby cheetah sternly. "You can run around, but be careful. I'm not replacing any of the lamps in this room, too."

longislandiceme

Right, so. Bobby was clearly making up for lost campfire time by following Alex's example from the other day and dragging just about every sort of camping-related food out to the campfire. He may be somewhat hopeless in the kitchen (well, even that wasn't entirely true- he could make a passable cupcake so long as no fish or other disgusting ingredients snuck in) but he could roast a mean marshmallow, damnit.

[ooc: OPEN LIKE A CAMPFIRE.]

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.]

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glacial_queen

After a class, Karla went back to her room and changed into Morton's old cast-offs. Between the heavy content of today's discussion, the rapidly fading memories of the previous weekend, and the radio's reports that 'Dite was leaving--which would explain her message asking Karla to meet her at the store later--she had a lot to ~~brood over~~ think about. And now that the ground was thawed enough, Karla decided to skip the roof in favor of spending some quality time in the gardens. She could be useful and thoughtful at the same time with the guarantee that she'd feel better when she was done.

Ten minutes later, she was muddy, with dirt under her fingernails and over her face and already feeling a little better about everything.

[Open!]

glacial_queen

About ten minutes after the usual start of the Reserves, Karla came dashing into the Preserves. "Hi...everyone," she said, panting. "Sorry...late...Portal..."

Was there a law that said that the Portals had to open up in the most inconvenient place possible? Was there?

"Gimme...sec?" She waved to Dolf to begin while she caught her breath. Or maybe pick up where he'd left off, she wasn't sure if he'd been waiting for her.

"...Hi," said Dolf, looking... surprised. Surprised was a good word. He'd put out a lot of stuff on the tables, stuff that wasn't just food, but also bandages and clothes. Though there were cookies. Many cookies. "Um, everyone, Karla is here, so we could have waited another... three minutes?"

Sigh. "Uh, we were talking about putting boxes of important things around the island in case we might need them...?"

Straightening now, Karla looked over at the tables and nodded. "Oooh, yeah, that makes sense. Little caches of items and gear to make safe drops at places. I like that. So, okay..." She was getting her breath back, at least. "So, we have a lot of ~~moddable~~ stuff here. Let's brainstorm what we'd want to find in little safety stashes around the island and start putting those boxes together. Let's see how comprehensive we can make them without ending up with something too big to be useful."

"Yes, that," Dolf said, helpfully. He was distracted from anything else he might have liked to say by the noise of a crying baby. "...She has been loud," he muttered, sprinting off to one of the tables and picking up little Lies. "And then when we are done talking, we should take some of them out and put them places."

[Co-written with the wonderful

swordsandsoccer]

glacial_queen

Today when the Magic Reserves met in the Preserve, they would notice that there were trees on either side of the field festooned with pink and green streamers. They were the streamers that had marked the path for the sorority's run through town yesterday and Karla had seen no reason to let them go to waste.

"Kiss kiss," she said, after everyone had arrived. "Today we're going to work off some of our excess energy by playing British Bulldog--with a Fandom twist, of course." Pointing at the areas marked off, Karla explained, "That's home base. Your job is to get from the home base at one end of the field to the home base at the other. You're safe when you're there. However, as you're running, there are others people--bulldogs--who are going to try to catch you. If they catch you, you become a bulldog, too."

"The last person standing wins," Tara explained, still cheerful from her mother's visit. A game felt like a good way to spend the meeting. "And if you can shield, try to shield some of the people who can't. It helps slow the bulldogs down. And it's just nice."

"And sometimes if we wind up in a battle, it might be important to get someone who can't fight to the other side," Dolf added, always happy to drag things down by pointing out about attackers and death and stuff. "So see it as good practice for the next time something goes wrong. ...And if you are a bulldog, try not to hurt anyone, this is just for training."

"I understand this game is often fraught with injuries," Raven said. Because she would worry about that. "But if anyone is hurt, I will be happy to heal you."

"So, there we are," Karla said cheerfully. She pointed at a few people in the crowd. "You lot are bulldogs, everyone else head to home base. Let's go!"

[Co-written with the usual suspects. OCD on its way]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Don't ask where she had gotten them, or how -- as a former Scout herself, Sookie had sources.

The important thing was that Monday night found Sookie camped out on the couch in the common room with her entire newly-acquired Girl Scout cookie collection as she channel-surfed. And while she was perfectly willing to share, visitors best be warned that her wrath would befall anyone who took the last of her Samoas.

Seriously.

[omg totes open, I wish I had Thin Mints.:(]

life_inshadow

Magic & Support Reserves were meeting in the Danger Shop today, where a table of sandwiches and chips -- no cake, not after last week -- was set up near the door. The room as a whole looked like a large, grassy field with a slingshot at one end and a hill at the other. On the hill, smug-looking helmeted pigs nestled inside a complex structure made of ice and wood.

Tara was still frowning at the programming console. "So, uh ... I think whatever the other reserves did in here yesterday got stuck or something," she ventured. "We're ... trying to defeat the round green things. Which are pigs. And there are birds for us to load into the slingshot and use as weapons -- I think they kinda like it -- but if you want to use a different tactic, go for it...?"

If she sounded dubious about the whole business, it was because she still didn't understand the point of this game.

Raven wasn't down with the idea of using birds (projected images or not) as weaponry -- even if they liked it. She regarded the structure with her own puzzled look. "If you have any sort of mystical gift, such as telekinesis, you may of course use that instead," she said. She might have to send her Soul-Self over to knock over the blocks of ice and wood.

"I believe the pigs are supposed to be evil," she added to provide motivation.

Karla was really trying to figure out what the Fighting Reserves had been up to with this simulation. It was just all sorts of weird. "So use the birds--or your powers--to defeat the evil, uhh, pigs and we'll be good," she said, nodding. "Think of ways this can be used in defense of our island, okay?"

"...By throwing birds at an invasion?" Dolf's level of dubiousness was incredibly high. "Do we even have birds we can throw?" Seriously. He was not so sure about this. "Well, it is good to learn about throwing things, at least." He could do that. Even non-magically. "Which can be very useful, and using your environment," see, now we were getting somewhere, "...and, um, using bird eggs to make a good omelette?"

Yes.

[OOC: Written with

trigons_child,

glacial_witch, and

swordsandsoccer, concept shamelessly stolen from

brat_intraining and

inneedofcoffee.]

fiery-demigod.livejournal.com

Leo didn't have class until Wednesday, which meant that Monday and Tuesday were usually spent with him spending all day at work doing personal projects (like the nerd he was) or doing what he was doing now, watching TV in a pair of sweatpants that had seen better days and a Camp Half Blood t-shirt. There was some cheesy ghost show on the Discovery Channel right now that he was fairly sure had no basis on reality but was entertaining just for the bad reenactments. He had also managed to mix every kind of sugary cereal in the pantry together and poured some chocolate syrup over it to ensure that he'd be bouncing off the walls later when he actually did try to do some work.

All in all not a bad way to spend an evening.

[Open common room is open, of course]

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!]

trigons_child

It wasn't Hawaii, but it was in the mid-50s today, so Magical/Support reserves was meeting outside to make the best of the warming temperatures. There was a table of the usual snacks, including quite a few lovely cakes with various tasty frostings (with all organic ingredients, of course, since Raven had procured them).

Unfortunately, the cakes had drawn some attention in the form of gremlins who were in search of a sweet treat. Said gremlins also didn't care about long-winded speeches, so when Raven stepped forward to begin to speak on the day's topic, a piece of cake suddenly came flying through the air right at her head.

Raven frowned indignantly as she scrubbed frosting from her cheek. "That was not very nice," she scolded.

"Really not," Tara agreed, frowning hard at the space the cake had come from. "Guys, if you don't want to come to the meeting, you don't have to, but you shouldn't act like preschoolers while somebody is --"

And that was where she got cut off by a gooey slice of chocolate cake splatting against her chin. Apparently, the gremlins didn't like lectures any more than they liked long-winded speeches.

"Stop that!" Dolf roared, grabbing at his belt for his bread knife and... finding he hadn't brought it this time. Stupid school weapons locker rules-- "Stop it now or I will stop you--"

Splat.

Karla, still slightly off-kilter from her dream last night looked from the gremlins to her leaders and back. Clearly, words weren't going to work. All right, fine. Fire with fire, then. Taking what was left from her plate--what? she'd been hungry!--she threw it back at the gremlin who'd flung cake at Dolf.

Her victory was short-lived as two more slices when flying towards her face. And then, the air was full of flung cake and frosting, lobbed at anyone and everyone.

Cake fight!

[Co-written with the delicious

glacial_witch,

life_inshadow, and

swordsandsoccer.]

Current Mood: annoyed

swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com

"Hello, everyone," Dolf said. He was looking a mite bit sheepish today. "So last weekend was really weird, I think we can all agree on that. And a little, uh, unexpected. We had to run around and take care of a whole bunch of people and we hadn't expected to, which can always be a rough thing. I used to do it a lot when I was in the past, but you have to know what you're doing. And not just if it's kids, either. Anyone who needs your help. It's important we know where to begin with that. Like making sure they have water and food, and a place to stay. If they haven't eaten or drank much, then you should be careful how much food or water you give them. Sometimes it can be too much and hurt them. Small amounts."

He gestured at the table that had all the food resting on it. "Like two cookies, and some water, or what else you think is reasonable."

"It's also important to make sure that whoever you're taking care of is and remains as healthy as possible," Karla added. "Both on their own behalf and to help protect the rest of the group. If they are sick or injured, they may not always be able to communicate that to you--perhaps they are too young, or don't speak the language, or they may be unconscious and it's up to you to determine why. Keep an eye out for obvious indicators, like fevers, difficulty breathing, bleeding, and pain. Make sure to institute good sanitation practices and stick to them. One sick kid can infect dozens more, and people who are already hungry or exhausted or injured are also more susceptible to illness."

"And even if you're really nervous about being with them and don't know exactly what you're doing," Tara chipped in, "it's important you stay calm. It's like with animals -- being upset will just make them more upset. Just relax and try to kind of go with the flow once you've taken care of whatever's immediately wrong. Maybe watch a movie or something so you can all rest."

"While we use these meetings to try to best prepare ourselves for things such as this, many of our classmates do not," Raven said. "If they are suddenly thrust into the role of caring for a child or having someone else totally dependent on them, they may easily become overwhelmed. We are here to provide support for our fellow students and all who live and work on the island, and in this matter, they may need it just as much as in an invasion. So, please, keep an eye on your fellow students and offer them aid if you think they need it."

Dolf flashed the group a smile. "So today we will practice with working together, and taking care of people," he said. "But we thought that it might be easier working with animals. ...In the Danger Shop, so they aren't real. Or really hurt. Just pick one and make sure they have food and water and are feeling okay."

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

glacial_queen

Karla had been surprised how easy it was to catch the little naked baby-things. Apparently, you only needed to stand outside with someone for a little while before attracting a horde to come and shoot arrows at you. After several near-misses, the leaders of the Magic Reserve had a number of them and a few ideas for today's meeting.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, jerking her thumb back at her shield, where the naked baby-things were milling about and pointing at the members of the reserves. They seemed quite good-natured about their captivity. "Today's activity is two-fold. The first thing we're going to do today is practice shielding. People are going to pair up and run from one side of the field to the other, trying to keep themselves and their partner from getting hit by an arrow, either by magic, ingenuity, or both. If you do get hit, the arrow won't hurt; instead, you'll find yourself madly in love for a few minutes, but it wears off quickly and we won't let you do anything stupid. That's a promise." Karla's mouth twisted a little. She really didn't like love potions, but at least with these little guys flying around, they'd all know what was wrong and why. "Which brings us to the second half of our meeting: dealing with friends when Fandom's whimsy affects their minds."

"It is probably best to make sure they are somewhere safe," Dolf tried. He was mostly lurking near Karla in hopes that that would help him stay out of the arrows' range. He was not fond of arrows. "Though sometimes that isn't possible. In that case you should probably keep them busy before they do something bad. This might sometimes be hard, so it is probably a good idea to talk about it, and to keep it in our heads at all times."

It wasn't strictly cowering what he was doing.

Tara wasn't cowering either, but the cupids got an askance look.

"And don't tease them about it, if they're sensitive," she suggested. "I get that it's tempting, but sometimes people just don't want to be reminded. Ever. I know it's tempting to film things, but I seriously think that's probably bad karma."

Even if it wasn't bad karma, it was still rude. Hilarious, but rude.

"Most of the time, people who are affected by Fandom don't try to do anything really crazy," Karla continued, "but people's feelings can be hurt or strain can be put on relationships and whatnot. An important thing to keep in mind is that those affected really aren't themselves and can't help it. Talking about things--either before or after an incident--may be very helpful, too. Open and honest communication usually is."

Glancing up at the shielded creatures, Karla nodded at the assembled members. "All right! Pair up and get ready to run!"

[Co-written with

life_inshadow and

swordsandsoccer. OCD ~~coming~~ up]

endsthegame

To say that Ender was Not Amused when he came home from classes to find all of Karla's books (as well as his copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, his books by Nietzsche and Kant and other philosophers, and any number of biology texts) reduced to romantic drivel would be a severe understatement. His laptop was not a credible alternative because he was still trying to come up with a good way to deal with Jane, and so the only option left to Ender was to head into the common room, and at least hope there were some good documentaries on.

"Oh, you have to be kidding me," he said, when the 111th channel also turned out to be playing... something by Jane Austen? No, even that was too much to hope.

This was not his week.

[[ open! ]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Sure, it was cold out. And sure, it was dark. And kinda uncomfortable come to think of it.

Tony frowned at his seat on the edge of the roof, already starting to think of a way to make the roof heated. Because that wasn't going to be a bad idea that would end with whatever he created gaining sentience and trying to kill him.

Really.

But, for now, it was ~~sulky emo~~ thoughtful brooding. Take that Bruce Wayne.

[[Open roof is open!]]

icecoldfrost

As the girls arrived, they'd find that the first floor rec room had a buffet. A waffle buffet, complete with every topping you could imagine.

The boys were going to fight dirty with ice cream? Fine. The girls could do better.

"We are Kappa Delta Gremlin," Emma began crisply, once everyone had food. "Theoretically, a service-oriented sorority aimed at promoting self-esteem and life skills for female - or female-identifying - Fandom students, KDG is here to provide Girl Power and moral support. Which means yes, we'll be doing a spa trip next week and planning fundraisers and finding causes to support. It's perfectly acceptable to be smart and enjoy the finer things in life, despite what social media may tell us."

Quinn was impressed by how together Emma sounded. She'd have to ask her later if she'd done this kind of thing before. "Today we're mingling," she continued. "Get some waffles, find a seat, tell us your name, age, where you're from, and one embarrassing secret."

Her smile held only the slightest hint of a sting. "We won't judge. We're all sisters here."

[OOC: OCD IS UP AND WAFFLES ARE HOT AND TASTY.]

Current Mood: devious

glacial_queen

The blizzard may have stopped, but there was still a lot of snow on the ground and considering today's activity, Magic Reserves was being held inside today. The usual tables were set up however, and they positively groaned under the weight of all the ~~handwavey~~ food. More than just snacks and drinks, there appeared to be several whole meals there, including a few all-vegetarian options.

"Hey everyone," Karla said, looking more subdued than usual. "Thanks so much for coming today. We have kind of an unusual activity planned today, but it involved eating and talking, so hopefully no one will mind much. In any situation, whether it's invading creatures or something terrible happening to the island, one of your most valuable resources for getting through it whole is your allies--your friends. Knowing who has your back and who you can trust frees you up to focus on other things--potentially life-saving things. So today, we're going to share food and talk to and about one another. Get to know folks we might not already, and reaffirm the bonds we share with others. Because this way, when we're facing trouble, we can remember that we don't do so alone."

Dolf, hands in his pockets, nodded. "There is not really much else to say," he said. "Sometimes we just need to know people will pick us up if things are bad, and that there will be food and drink when we need it, too. That we're warm and with each other, we can be safe." His words weren't as smooth as Karla's, obviously, but at least the lad continued to be earnest. Boy scout.

Tara appreciated the Boy Scout thing, today more than ever. "We're safe here," she echoed softly, sounding sad but composed. "Today is for enjoying that, and enjoying being family for each other. Even if the families we came from weren't up to the job. And if anyone wants to talk to any of us, we're here."

[Co-written with the wonderful

swordsandsoccer and

life_inshadow. ~~Hang on for~~ OCD up!]

glacial_queen

The roof was the traditional place for brooding, and so, after the walls of her room had finally gotten stifling, that was where Karla had fled. As much as she hated to admit it, the weather was a bit of a draw as well; she wanted to rail and curse and demand gray skies and rainy days to match her mood, but she couldn't deny how nice the sun felt. It couldn't really lift her spirits, but they might have been slightly lighter after she'd been sitting out for awhile.

[Open like a roof, though warning for emo. It's likely that information about Raven will come out in conversation, so please let me know early on if this is not okay.]

life_inshadow

"Hey, welcome back," Tara said, her hands were in the pockets of her jeans, and she looked fairly comfortable as she started talking. "So, uh, we figured this week we'd do something sort of goofy and fun and summer camp-y to take our minds off how cold it is and the snow and everything. We're having a scavenger hunt."

She paused for a moment to pass out sheets of paper with the list of things to look for on them. "So what you do," she explained, "Is, you have an hour to go around the island, either alone or in pairs. You can use whatever powers you may have, if that makes it easier. Mostly, though, this is about being innovative and really seeing what's around you. At the end of the hour, whoever comes back with the most things from the list wins."

Raven had her cloak wrapped around her, as usual, with the hood up, shadowing her face. "You are, of course, allowed to make creative interpretations of what each item is," she said. "You are not bound to literal interpretations of the list."

"Just be careful, okay?" Karla added. "There's ice and snow everywhere. Also? If someone gets gremlin bit, we can't guarantee we won't take pictures."

"There's not that much snow and ice, though," Dolf interjected, who had seen it a lot worse in his time. "So that is no excuse if you miss all of them. And look around really well! All the things you see today might save your life or someone else's tomorrow!"

Because it wouldn't be him if he didn't throw in a fretty warning. He coughed, cleared his throat, and added, "And good luck, everyone. We'll be waiting."

[OOC: Preplayed with the amazing

trigons_child,

glacial_witch and

swordsandsoccer.]

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.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had spent the better part of the morning ensuring that every balloon was filled, that the food -- thanks Kennedy -- was out, and that the ballpit was available for maximum...ballpittiness.

Shhh.

The cake had taken her awhile (though she'd ordered the penguins rather than made them herself) but overall, she was pretty pleased with it. And hopefully, the birthday boy would also be.

[~~SP from me until about 5:30 EST!~~ lol I got certified early and they let me go at 1.]

trigons_child

The meeting area was set up a little strangely today. Strings stretched between two trees, criss-crossing and forming a giant spider web, and a closer look would reveal tiny bells attached to the strings. A large patch of ground nearby had been covered with a swath of red-orange cloth about 15 yards across, and scattered about it were flat stones that were large enough for one person to stand upon, perhaps two if you were cozy with one another. There were red streamers dangling down from the trees overhead as well, and a pile of small red beanbags off to one side. But that didn't mean there wasn't a table full of food.

"Today we thought we'd try something different," Raven began the meeting. "Often times we must face physical hazards when attempting to find an object we require or reach a place we must get to. We've tried to replicate two examples. The first is this web, which is home to a deadly giant spider. You must get through the web without making the bells on the strings ring, for that will attract the spider to you." She paused a moment, then added, "There is not really a giant spider, that is only pretend." Just in case anyone was wondering.

She gestured to the red cloth on the ground. "This is a river of lava that you must cross, and the streamers represent lava that is pouring down from the above. You may jump from stone to stone to cross, but if you are touched by a streamer, it will make you fall. But as it is only pretend, you may go back and try again." Raven picked up one of the red bean bags and added, "You may also throw these 'lava rocks' at your friends as they attempt to cross to make it more difficult, if you wish."

"Or," Tara added hastily, "you can go through either obstacle in pairs and help each other." She didn't like the idea of making it harder on purpose. "Just ... try not to get fake-killed before you get to the other side."

"Magic or ingenuity can get you through," Karla said, idly tossing a beanbag from hand to hand. She had the strangest desire to hurl it at someone while yelling 'Fireball.' Go figure. "The important thing is to keep trying. Who knows when the island will throw something weird at us next?"

She looked at the small pine tree that was raining glitter on her shoes. "Besides this, I mean."

They made a good point. Dolf smiled at everyone there, his hands in his pockets, though he was aching to give the set-up a try himself. "You never know when learning how to do these things will be useful," he added. "So try doing it again if you're done. It might save you later, and teach you to be careful when it matters. It's not just a game, though we'll hope you have fun. Go!"

Raven glanced up at the glitter with a puzzled look on her face. "That does not count as lava," she clarified.

[Co-written with the hot-as-lava

glacial_witch,

life_inshadow, and

swordsandsoccer. Oh yeah. It's a LARP module. I used to do these for a living. It just needs some guys in rubber masks and wielding boffer swords. ;) ]

Current Mood: tired

angelo_wings

Sadly, the book about Mr. Fitzwilliam's sister had taken a turn for the melodramatic, and not in a good way. Miss Austen's excellent novel had been about a social faux pas here, or a miscommunication there, and not dramatic kidnappings set in the middle of London.

And so the book had been tossed aside -- perhaps not permanently, but certainly for now -- and Rinoa was instead in the common room, flipping through television stations and trying to find something to watch.

Everything seemed geared towards the upcoming winter holiday, whether it was a friendly snow monster coming to life, or a reindeer with a glowing nose. Rinoa didn't mind. The winter holiday specials were cheery.

She made some hot cocoa and settled down to watch.

Current Mood: cheerful

life_inshadow

Never accuse the Magic and Support reserves of skimping on any holiday where food was a key element.

... well, okay, they never skimped on food in general, but this week they'd basically ordered every element of a Thanksgiving feast except the stuffed turkey. It was a pie and mashed potato-palooza, and there were chairs set up in a circle so people wouldn't have to try to master new feats of balancing while they ate.

"Happy ... holiday most of you might not celebrate," Tara said, once most of the group had shuffled through the buffet line. "M-mostly we're here to eat, but while we're eating I wanted to do something my mom always had us do when I was little. We can all go around and each say what we're thankful for. It can be something huge, like love" -- she glanced to Kennedy ~~if she was at the meeting~~ -- "or, um, something as small as a pretty new pair of shoes. The idea is kind of to remind ourselves that, even if things are really bad, there's always stuff to be grateful for. Like, I'm thankful we're all here and that the island seems to be in a good mood."

"And I am grateful for my friends and all they have taught me of emotions," Raven said. "And for my gifts of healing which allow me to help them if they are hurt. And for the guidance my teachers have show me in controlling myself. And ... for love." She could probably go on and on and on, because this was Raven after, but the others needed a chance to speak.

Dolf ... probably knew less about this holiday than the students who weren't even from this planet, but the assignment was easy enough. "I'm grateful that the children are safe," he said, quietly. "And I'm grateful that I am safe. And all of you. That we aren't badly sick or hurt, and that things here are good. And I'm grateful for Saint Nicholas for watching over the children." A pause. "And for toilets." Just so it wouldn't become entirely depressing.

Karla had experienced one Thanksgiving already, and as far as she could tell, it was a holiday devoted to food and being nice to people. And more food.

Namely, it was a holiday she could get behind.

"I'm grateful for Fandom, giving us a home away from home," she said after a moment's thought. "I'm grateful that we can find acceptance here, even if it's just among a small group of friends. I'm grateful for love and laughter and Lacey's fries, and food that delivers."

[OOC: And I am thankful to have people like

trigons_child,

swordsandsoccer, and

glacial_witch to preplay with.]

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? )

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Considering how he was still feeling, Alex decided to try some fresh, crisp air. He hadn't been up to the roof in awhile and he hoped that the chilliness would help clear his head and make him a little less likely to jump the first hot girl he saw.

He wandered over to the roof's ledge and pulled his jacket around him tighter before he lit his first (of what would be many) cigarettes. It was a little harder to deal with all this with a new, tiny roommate. He couldn't hit walls or throw things or drink or anything too bad with a kid who looked like he wasn't even eleven in there.

So, he'd stay here and smoke what would probably become an entire pack of cigarettes. Maybe he'd take a cold shower. Or maybe he'd just go find someone that could help. Man, this fucking island.

[The roof's open, sure]

Current Mood: restless

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