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Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

genesishero

It wasn't that Evan was big on shirking his responsibilities, but this week he was seriously not feeling up to going into work. With Thanksgiving in a couple of days, 'service with a smile' or even being in remotely the right mindset to be helpful to customers was the last thing he could manage, and so he'd ~~handwavily~~ left his boss an apologetic message saying that he couldn't come in today, and he'd spent most of his morning in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking and trying to get the heavy weighted feeling out of his chest.

Of course, being a dog owner, it wasn't like he could hide in bed forever. It was a couple of hours into his 'stay in bed all day' escapade that Ozzy decided that it wasn't just time for walkies, it was time to leap up onto the bed to inform Evan of the fact that it was time for walkies by licking his face into submission until his boy relented and finally rolled out to pull on his clothes. And once Ozzy had been taken for a walk, it just seemed like a terrible waste of the day to crawl back under the covers. A tempting waste of a day, but still a terrible one. So, Evan grabbed a book and an umbrella, and he made his way up to the roof. It was cold and a little wet out, but that wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. It was difficult to mope when you were trying to keep your book dry.

... There were worse ways to cope with a case of holiday blahs than reading outside in the rain in November, right? Yeah. Yeah, there had to be.

[Open roof! This kid, sometimes. Honestly.]

arsenicmauls

Fact the first: Gert had gone out this afternoon in search of one (1) sandwich.

Fact the second: Someone (a bartender? Gert hadn't caught his (her?) name, but he (she?) had hair tucked into a baseball cap and seemed very drunk) had been racing around a town with two garbage bags that held a combined two hundred bagels.

Fact the third: Evidently running away from a pursuer, who Gert assumed was the owner of the bagel store, Baseball Cap had thrust one of the bags at Gert and yelled at her to take it and run.

And so it was that a baffled Gert hauled a massive bag of about a hundred bagels up the stairs through town and up to the second floor common room, at which point she proceeded to dump the bag on the counter and collapse on the couch with a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese.

What. The hell.

[[open. i don't know. if you care, it was totally april.]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade didn't even have classes today, but he'd woken up when he'd rolled over and had been poked by karking electronics on the sweater he most certainly hadn't been wearing when he'd fallen asleep last night.

It had a tree on it. It blinked. It itched. If Cade stretched the wrong way, it played the most out-of-tune version of Jingle Bells ever recorded. And it wouldn't come off.

Cade was strongly considering setting it on fire, even with him inside of it.

He sat down and winced as the sweater started playing music again.

"I hate this island."

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: not so karking jolly

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

pursuedthestars

Jim really loved getting his classes over and done with at the beginning of the week. It left him so much time to do absolutely nothing of consequence. Sure, that sometimes led to boredom but Jim was a good hand at entertaining himself and finding things to do.

It was a little too cool to sunbathe on the deck but that wasn't going to stop him from planting himself on one of the loungers with a cold drink and some food he'd picked up from town. He hadn't actually had Chinese in a long time. It wasn't that prevalent in the wide open spaces of Iowa. Most of the time, he'd been left to fend for himself which meant sweets and food he could con the locals out of.

This was definitely better. His funds were starting to run a little low so he was going to have to do something about that especially with this party thing coming up this weekend but he had enough to get by till then.

Maybe he'd think about getting a job. Wouldn't his daddy be proud of that thought?

[Deck is open, of course]

Current Mood: thoughtful

pursuedthestars

Realizing that you'd been a recluse the last half of a week was great motivation to making sure that never happened again. Jim was the type of guy who surrounded himself with people for both entertainment and so he wouldn't have to think too hard about his own life. Who knew what he'd find down that path when left to his own devices.

As soon as he'd woken up and gotten himself together, he'd headed out. He hadn't gone far, just down to the deck but it was a nice day, crisp and fresh, and the chairs looked comfortable. He'd dropped down in one, kicked his feet up and slid his dark sunglasses over his eyes.

After a few seconds of sitting in silence, Jim started to get bored. But, he was comfortable which made the thought of getting up and finding something else to do a little daunting. His phone was within reach, at least. Maybe he'd just send random messages to random people to see what that did.

At the very least, it'd make him laugh.

[Deck is open to everyone and anyone]

solarhippie

Fall was coming, Karolina could feel it. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, the whole idea of fall on the east coast, though she supposed she was going to take it as it came. No use fighting the seasons.

Still, she'd taken her glorious breakfast of a Pop-Tart up on the roof this morning, sitting on the ledge and looking out over the town. The day was mostly cloudy, but even with just a little sun coming through every once in a while, she was happy enough. Recharging.

And after hesitating and fidgeting a while, she even took off her bracelet. There was no one else on the roof. She could let her true colors show – if that's what they were, the shimmery yellow and pink and blue. She wasn't sure yet.

But it did still feel nice to be out in the open air.

[ooc: Open, omg!]

fewer_explosions

Liara was not a terribly big fan of crowded, open spaces, but it was a lovely day out, and the dorm lawn saw a lot of traffic but not a great deal of humans hanging around for any significant amount of time.

She had finally gotten around to trading in some of her credits for local human money (though she had no idea how the bank had found any kind of exchange rate worth mentioning) which she had used to purchase some clothes - she couldn't go around wearing the same clothes all the time. It simply wasn't practical.

Not to say that human fashion seemed entirely practical, but she quite liked the dress, even if it came up far shorter than she was used to. She tugged on the skirt periodically as she sat on a chair on the deck, a book on human archaeology in her lap.

[[ open! ]]

fewer_explosions

Liara had discovered the television that morning. While it was depressingly backwards technology, it did provide mental stimulation. She hadn't had to search far to find a documentary on Earth archaeology that captured her attention, even if it did not seem to be mentioning anything about the Protheans (to her great disappointment).

But after an hour or two of being engaged by that, she was quickly beginning to grow hungry. And that meant... choices.

Choices she still hadn't fully mastered.

So anyone coming downstairs into the second floor common room this morning was going to be confronted with the sight of an asari poking her head into every possible cabinet, closet, and even nook in the room-- while someone on TV blathered on about excavating urns.

[[ open! ]]

solarhippie

Unlike some other people, Karolina hadn't really had a problem with neither the tent living or the weather. She figured the first was because she'd gotten used to being in close quarters with people at the Hostel. And maybe the second part had to do with... well, her Majesdanian physiology, or something. The sun did power her up, after all.

Plus it had been a great excuse to spend a lot of the last week on the beach.

In any case, she wasn't in a hurry to get back to the dorms yet. She sat by the campfire – unlit, of course – eating a homemade granola bar for breakfast. A fuller meal would have to wait until she got back to the dorms and got cooking.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

district12baker.livejournal.com

Peeta had almost been here for a full week and the whole thing still didn't feel quite real to him. Not living in fear was a new thing, and he wasn't quite sure how to react to it so he decided to settle down and do something familiar to clear his head. That something being baking, obviously. The kitchens were well stocked enough but the equipment was different than what Peeta was used to so he decided to stick with making cupcakes rather than anything too elaborate. The first batch was done and cooling and the second was almost ready to go in the oven. He was even making his own buttercream frosting because that can of pre-made stuff he found in the pantry was gross.

It wasn't so much clearing his head so much as it was a nice distraction, but he would take what he could get.

[Baking is so an identity. Open of course]

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