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southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara pawed at the campfire, trying to uncover some embers to blow into a fire. Hands would have been really, really useful. But...since Fandom appeared to have a sense of humour this morning, she was doing the best she could.

Oats would be nice too.

[OOC: Mmmm, lack of a campfire but still open!]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee...was not the best cook. But! Given what she'd been able to scrounge up, sweet-wise, she was doing just fine, thank you. She'd managed to locate a fair amount of candy and fresh fruit, and while her attempts to roast things over the fire weren't going very well (gummi bears, it turned out, were kinda melty), she was determined to at least try everything.

[open, as these things are!]

Current Mood: dorky

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had no idea what any of the cabin names meant, so he'd (handwavily) done some reasearch. And was left wondering why everyone else got cabins named after constellations, and he was stuck in the cabin named after a degenerative disease. So he'd done some MORE research and discovered he was in the BEST CABIN EVAR.

Which is why he had "Hungry Like the Wolf" looping in the background while he got the fire going.

[Open like an open thing!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

So far, Ned hadn't changed into an animal. Or been bitten by a gremlin. Or had a run in with a vampire.

Instead, Ned had gotten lost on his own floor, had to fight his dog for space on his bed and had to re-pack everything to move down to a cabin. He hadn't been camping in...ever. His father had promised but then there was that postcard and the boarding school and everything else.

"It's rustic," Ned said quietly, looking over at Digby who was a safe distance away. "Right?

Digby didn't answer. "Right," Ned said, nodding and crossing his arms. "Rustic."

[Open campfire is OPEN. I love cabins.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

After spending most of the night in a Jedi healing trance, Luke didn't look like he'd had a wall dropped on him the night before.

But he was very, very tired of his room. And he was hungry.

So over Artoo's protests, he was in the common room attempting to make breakfast.

Since he wasn't making cereal, it wasn't going very well.

Current Mood: groggy

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara had a whole bunch of packets of "gourmet" and flavoured hot chocolate.

And a whole lot of almost-boiling water.

There was, perhaps, going to be a taste testing in a few minutes.

takingthedayoff.livejournal.com

How Ferris got the plastic sheeting or the dessert toppings really wasn't up for discussion. Why he was in a Tarzan-style loincloth bathing suit, however, was. It wasn't like he was planning to use the entire hallway as a Slip-n-Slide, only part of it.

The hallway was obviously open and partially obstructed, as hallways often are. Don't mind Ferris though. Really.

[OOC: Open as hallways are. Fellow occupants of the 3rd floor, I apologize.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was cooking. No, the common room wasn't on fire. No, the stove hadn't exploded, or the fridge. There were no broken plates or twisted spoons. Or eggy books.

That would be because what he was cooking, or rather about to cook, were pancakes. He was hungry, he was starting to become quite bored, and - really - pancakes were perhaps the universal food. Flour and water and apply heat. Simple.

Applying heat was to be done via frypan, and the flour and water had been mixed, with only a little bit of mess, in a bowl.

:This should be entertaining.: Altra was watching from a safe distance away.

"Glory, how difficult can it be?" Karal replied as he spooned some into the pan, then frowned at the sudden sizzle. "Maybe I should turn the heat down."

[ooc: open as common rooms are wont to be.]

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron is relaxing and watching BBC America. He's not sure what the show is exactly but it involves some weird British guy who flies around the universe in telephone booth.

"Seriously," Ron said rolling his eyes. "Muggles will watch anything."

That of course doesn't stop him from continuing to watch the show.

[ooc:open]

bigbluekitty.livejournal.com

The thing about being a large monster was that you had a large stomach to fill. You also had pretty large eyes that were sometimes too big for your considerably large stomach. That was Sulley's predicament. He'd woken up hungry and went to the common room to make himself a large breakfast, only to find that once he was done, he wasn't that hungry after all. The table was filled with pancakes, waffles, cereal boxes, pieces of lightly buttered toast (condiments to be added later), fruit, bacon, sausages and three different styles of egg.

He settled down to eat some of the food while watching Ninja Pasta Felines. He loved this theme song.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

There was a very large Mexican who didn't know who he was trying his best to disappear behind the side of the couch opposite the door, despite the fact that it didn't seem to be working very well.

It might have been best not to ask, but it had a lot to do with the fact that, when he woke up not too long ago, he had woken up to a thing with no hair and great big bulging eyes trying to eat his face.

In the cat's defense, Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun (pause) the Third was merely trying to give Chad the usual morning-afternoon greeting, but he didn't seem too bothered when Chad didn't react the usual way, curling up on the bed and going back to sleep as Chad shouted stuff and left for his new, current hiding spot.

And he was determined that no weird naked creature thing was eating his face.

He kept peeking out from behind the couch that wasn't really hiding him at all to begin with, just to make sure it hadn't been following.

[[ oh, geez. SO open.... ]]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka dragged his pillow and sheets out to the common room and curled up on the sofa. Yawning, he turned on the TV and flipped through channels until he found something with suitably loud and frequent explosions, car chases, and fist fights.

After a few minutes, he got up, put some popcorn in the microwave, and went back to his room for Momo Jr. Once snacked, chinchilla'd, and possessed of caffeine from the fridge, he burrowed back into his sheets and settled in for a long night.

[Open like an open thing! With explosions and snacks!]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

It would probably be better, all things considered, if Jeff never ever talked to Jack ever again.

As it was, he was standing (well, hanging over the back of the couch) in the common room, watching television, wearing shorts and a naked cat (on his shoulder, not anywhere dirty), and not really much else.

He was watching nature documentaries again. He may have been explaining a few mildly obscene things to Prince Oscar Pedro in the process.

[ Open. Chad's cat modded with permission. I'll be around for the next hour, should anyone actually be up, then pick up any potential dangly pings when I get home, which will probably be right about when everybody gets up ]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has a bag packed and a strange looking apple looking thing in her hand. She had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an e-mail and told a few friends that she was going to be heading home.

She also said this would be where she would be before she left just in case they wanted to see her off.

[ooc: Mostly for those who know who they are. Otherwise open. ~~Minor OCD coming up~~ OCD up! SP declared due to timezones, HP and Comic Con.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Surprisingly, Johnny was in a pretty good mood tonight. His day went rather well despite yesterday and his run in with Dick. That sucked and he knew he should apologize. He would just do it later when he was feeling like it.

Turtle though, man that girl just needed a good turn over his knee and whacked a couple good times on her ass. She was far too uppity for her own good and his shin was sporting an awesome sized bruise because of it.

Right now he leaned down in front if the TV, trying to get the fuzziness of it to go away. He popped the top with his hand. "Come on!"

(open like a common thing is!)

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel should be patrolling but instead she's in the common room with a TV showing some bizarre sitcom which she is ignoring so she can read a magazine and take quizzes.

"Am I adventurous? Hell. I don't need to take a quiz to figure that out," Mel said to herself.

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

It was a really nice morning and Molly missed the cabins and the campfire pits enough to grab a blanket and a few comics and go sit outside in the sun to read. Spreading the blanket out, she sat down and tucked the comics under her leg. The plan to read lasted all of two minutes as she flopped onto her back and just enjoyed the weather.

[[OOC: Post is open!]]

southernbender.livejournal.com

It was their last night in the cabins. It was also raining. But Katara refused to let that stop her from trying to roast marshmallows one more time.

So any visitors to the Curupira campfire would find a merrily crackling fire, s'mores makings, and a strangely dry patch of ground around the fire.

Also a waterbender who was concentrating a lot on keeping that area dry.

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Considering they were going to be moving back to the dorms when they returned from New York, Isabel decided one last marshmallow roast was called for. She sat next to the small fire, carefully roasting a marshmallow to the perfect degree of gooey.

Current Mood: relaxed

twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com

Zack knelt by the campfire, trying to light it. Since he wasn't looking upwards, he didn't notice the snowflake landing on him. All he noticed that he was feeling good. After running his hand through his hair, he sat back from the fire and relaxed.

After all, he had to be easy to find for all the ladies in search of a little Zack.

[ooc: open!]

Current Mood: good

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

It was a pretty nice day out so Molly decided to get some sun. Wearing her new bikini, she took a towel to lay out on the grass.

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

[[Open!]]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooo!"

It's Victoria Day.

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooooooo!"

Thus, Jude has a Canadian flag tied around his shoulders as a cape while he sits in front of the campfire, checking his skateboard over before a hard day of daredevil stunts and highspeed pranking.

In honour of the Queen, of course.

"Take offffff to the Great White North, take offfffff! It's a beauty way to go . . ."

[[I have the day off and thus celebrate.]]

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

Being inside the cabin means he can't run away should anyway try to tease him. Being outside, at least, means he can try and run away. Still, it's not like either option is good.

ONE WEEK.

He's been here one week and already he's made a gigantic fool of himself. He didn't even know who Siegfried and Roy were. And he told Luke waaaaaaaay too much. And thought the droid was a tiger.

He pulled a jacket over his head and tried to hide...in plain sight.

[Open! Come and make fun of him all you want or just hang at the campfire!]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

So Chad'd spent the day painting the walls of Empire red...and pink and yellow and rainbow, playing with Melody's pussycats, and then doing the cheerleading thing. This explained why, as Chad settled around the cabin's campfire with his guitar, he was playing the manliness metal and rock he could manage on just a bass.

[[ open, of course! ]]

jedi-qui.livejournal.com

Qui-Gon stepped outsiide and turned his face up to the early morning sun, enjoying the feel of it on his face. He closed his eyes and just let himself be for a moment, his own Force signature blending effortlessly with that of all the living things around him. This place had such a different feel than Coruscant and Qui-Gon was finding he liked it.

Eyes still closed, he began running through one of his favourite meditative katas, the movments only serving to center him in this place and moment even more.

[ooc: open for any cabinmates or anyone who happens by.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After John managed to stop gaping at the wall cutting A-3 off from the cabin and unpack his things, John drug a couple chairs out to the campfire and lit it. It wasn't dark yet, but a fire was good ambiance for people watching. At least, he thought they were people. John sat down and opened War and Peace to page three. He was right on schedule.

[OOC: Open to all!]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

After a morning spent packing and looking around for her new "little sibling" - how did you pronounce that name anyway? Bail? Ba-hall? Ball? Ba-some weird tongue click-al? Plus she didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl yet - Molly finally headed to the cabins.

She had found Katara there already and after the two of them had done a minimum of unpacking they decided to go outside to sit in the sun and watch for new kids, hoping that maybe their little siblings would find them.

[[Open! Especially for any newbies or little sibling types who may be around and want to play.]]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com

It was with great seriousness that Zachary Uriah Addy made his way to the common room, dragging a cart piled almost as high as he was with books and pieces of lab equipment behind him.

While most kids believed the weekend was a time for cartoons, he knew it was also a time for SCIENCE!

After turning on the television, Zack sat next to his cart, opened a book and began to assemble...something...

[Open as common rooms are.]

Current Mood: working

the_merriest

After Hamlet's party, Rikku wandered into the third floor Common Room, fiddling idly with the TV thing and wondering if Hades had been making up those Jeopardy clouds after all.

She quickly got frustrated with the remote, which wasn't working at all, for no discernible reason. "What is wrong with you, anyway?!" she asked it angrily. "And why is nothing ever on? How can you have that many channels and all of them be boring? And where are those stupid Jeopardy clouds?! Was he just teasing?! Why don't I get to play with that fun question thing? Heyyyy ... did it just start??"

[OOC: Open. Question game is in full effect, please come play! And the remote? The batteries are dead, she just doesn't know to check that.]

Current Mood: frustrated

chasingangela

After her Sociology of Space Travel class, Angela came back to Room 304 to unwind. Idly, she began to pour the glitter she had bought from Turtle from one hand to the other, watching it glint in the late-afternoon sun.

A moment later, her eyes popped open wider. //Well, THIS won't do,// Marie Antoinette said, in Austrian-accented French, as she looked down at Angela's t-shirt and overalls.

It was uncivilized, getting dressed without a maid, but the princess was resourceful under pressure. She pulled on the most elaborate dress and highest heels she could find (last year's prom outfit), piled her hair on top of her head, and went in search of anyone who could get her back to Versailles.

She got as far as the Common Room before being distracted by a soap opera on the TV -- it was like an opera, only tiny and in English and with better music! Which was why, if you were so inclined, you could find the queen of France sprawled on the sofa, eating miniature Butterfingers by the handful while she waited for her toenails to dry.

[OOC: Open like a room that is common.]

threeweapons.livejournal.com

Alanna had spent the day in her room, doing absolutely nothing. Now, she was in the common room, doing the same thing, only with television. She had a bowl of popcorn in front of her and was very interuptable. Faithful was using the television as a personal heater.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy got to the campgrounds early, hauling two huge bags with her. She put them down by the stones of the central camp fire. She looked at it. Firewood. She needed lots of it. She headed off to gather fallen branches and similar.

Slowly everything got set up. There were camping tables with plates, cups and sticks for grilling things with. There were tables with hot dogs, peeps and other grillable things, and a separate table for drinks (so far non-alcoholic).

She set her cd-player on a flat rock, and while it looked tiny and insignificant outdoors, it would at least have music. Hopefully the random showers would stop by night fall, she thought and covered everything with plastic.

Then she walked back to the school and grabbed every umbrella and blanket she could get her hands on, and walked back, dumping everything by one of the tables. With her hands on her hips she regarded everything in satisfaction. Yes. Totally Not Prom was on!

ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Come party!
eta: it was always in dorms. yup. *shifty*

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

"BOO-yah!"

Sokka was decimating targets with his boomerang. An hour of killing things with near-perfect accuracy has mostly restored his confidence in his 1337 warrior skillz. If he saw professor Pajama Man again, he'd... probably not have his boomerang on him. He was definitely going to remember to bring it any time he left campus, but...

Sokka sighed.

He sheathed his boomerang and started trying to remember what he could of his unarmed combat training. Anyone watching might notice that the forms he was moving through looked a lot like Tai Chi.

Current Mood: determined

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Not in the mood to sit in her room, Isabel wandered out to the common room and flipped on the TV, flipping channels to find something decent to watch.

Current Mood: bored

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Anyone coming into the lobby might notice that part of the lobby has been turned into a puppet stage show with appropriate seating.

They might also notice a sign that says:

Multiple Madrox Productions is proud to present:

A Very Special Episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker

"Once Again With Subtext"

Once people have taken their seats (if they are so inclined) the lights dim and curtain on the puppet stage comes up.

( This... cannot end well. )

[ooc: Why yes. I am insane. So insane I'm doing OCD for this. ~~Wait please.~~ OCD is up. Yes, I'm strange. Shh. Don't tell anyone.]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavily~~ posting flyers around the dorms that said,
Party!
2nd Floor Common Room
Happy Birthday, Turtle!
Free Cake

Tannim headed back to the 2nd floor common room. He uncovered the sheet cake he'd ordered from J, GOB. It was decorated to look like a fifteen-dollar bill. It said, "In Turtle We Trust," and the center picture was a rough drawing of a girl's head with a long brown braid. He set up bowls of chips and other snacks around the room, and checked the fridge to make sure the sodas and Gatorade he'd bought were still there.

He set up his portable stereo and put in a CD. He wasn't sure what kind of music Turtle liked, so he'd brought an eclectic mix of his own favorites. Carbon Leaf, Nickel Creek and Gaelic Storm thrown in with Rush, They Might Be Giants, and a couple of mash-ups he'd downloaded. If those weren't to everyone's tastes, it was easy enough to change CDs.

He sat down on the couch, opened a Gatorade and hoped people would show up.

[ooc: Posted early since I'll be offline until 5:30 PDT, which is pretty late for East Coasters.]

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Desperation Song - Carbon Leaf

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec had apparently decided to take Hades' announcement to heart today, as he sat in the common room kitchen with a giant pot on the stove and many weetiny penguins running around. The stove was on, the water coming to a boil, and Alec was hungry.

[OOC: ...someone come tell him the penguins are not for eating?]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara hadn't had much sleep last night. So after Chad came in, she migrated out to the Common Room so her lack of sleeping wouldn't bother him. Shortly towards dawn, she fell asleep on the couch.

And woke up to find weetiny penguins staring at her. "Awww" was the immediate reaction followed quickly by trying to entice one or two into her hand to pet. They came willingly enough even though she didn't have any dried fish. Which made her immediately wonder if they were hungry. That was when the announcements came on, and, in a stunning display of hypocrisy from the girl who grew up eating penguin, Katara frowned mightily at the speaker. "NOT FOR EATING."

So with a promise to the penguins that she'd try to get them food in a bit, Katara got up and found pen and paper. A short but laborious struggle later with the English language later, she was searching for dried fish or something penguins might eat in the Common Room kitchen.

A sign was posted on the door.

PENGUINS
(NOT FOR EATING)

[OOC: Open as CRs are. I'm at work so potential wee slowplay]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

Lucas went around and picked up the people he said he would, then headed down to the back of the dorms to wait for the others.

[Locked to plotty people please. OOC post for people involved.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn wasn't sure whether there were any small adults around anymore or not, but, inspired by A.B., she decided that it couldn't hurt to make a full, non-sugar-based meal for both herself and anyone else who was around.

After a ~~handwavey~~ trip to All and Sundries, Dawn had water boiling and meat sauce heating (in separate pots) for spaghetti and she was busy chopping fresh vegetables to be eaten with dip if people wanted. There was also milk and lots of fresh fruit in the refrigerator.

[ooc: Open to all.]

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

Lucas had a giant bowl of popcorn and was sitting in front of the TV. There was a documentary on, but the remote control was out of reach, so if anyone grabbed it they could probably flick over to something else.

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara was not in quite as good a mood as yesterday due to certain evil teachers. So she decided not to wait any longer to go build snowman or men or people. Many, many snow people and maybe a snow turtleseal while she was at it. And the nice thing about waterbending meant that any ice patches weren't going to bother her for long.

Not finding it cold at all, she had her coat unbuttoned and flapping in the wind as she worked.

[OOC: Post open for snowman building or snowball throwing or any snow activity you desire ~~not dirty omg~~]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn's plan had been to go to J,GoB's in town and get some breakfasty things before Sam woke up, so she could yell at him for leaving her behind when he went to do dangerous demony things the night before on a full stomach. It was freezing, but it was just external cold and not the cold that had almost frozen her from the inside during the week, so she didn't mind so much.

That plan very quickly changed the first time she got hit in the head with a falling meatball. "What the--" She looked up as she watched the meatball roll away from her into the grass, and managed to avoid the second, and the third, but not the fourth or most of the ones after that.

So, she ran much more quickly into town and picked up some brownies, but mostly she invested in a bunch of sub rolls and some napkins. She stepped out of the bakery, brandishing the sub roll at the sky with vigor and a slightly maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Back! Back, if you don't want to be eaten!" Then she held another (open) roll over her head as she ran back to school.

Dawn dumped the bag of rolls on the floor of the lobby and headed out to catch herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to catch your own meatball sub. If soda rain starts, feel free to say that cups are supplied as well.]

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Not wanting to stay in her room any longer, Tori walked into the common room, her comforter wrapped tightly around her.

She took a seat on the couch and huddled up in a ball, still chilled. She didn't want to be alone, she hoped people would flock to the common room, which they usually did.

It was really freaky, what had happened and she wondered who else beside her and Annette had been attacked.

[OOC: Open post!!!]

Current Mood: drained

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons and eating sugary cereal from a box.

Artoo was beeping to himself and trying to see how fast he could do laps around the room.

Lazy Sunday mornings were the best.

Current Mood: confused

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