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After work, Bod had spent a few minutes in his room before the feeling to stretch his legs and go elsewhere caught him. He didn't go far though. The common room was empty which meant it was easy to spread out the Thai food Bod had picked up after he'd gotten off from the library. He'd ordered a lot for no other reason than it made good leftovers.

When he flipped on the television, he found that he couldn't find anything but a commercial about helping animals and a commercials advertising various weepy Hallmark movies. Bod had cycled through the channels three times before he realized that the television was completely insane and wasn't going to give him anything worth watching.

With a groan, he switched it off and decided he'd just eat and entertain himself by...talking to himself. It wasn't a serious conversation, at least. No, it was just Bod talking about what he had to do later and other inane things that weren't important.

It was better than watching those commercials though.

[Open CR is open]

Current Mood: confused

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Yes, it was ridiculous to be outside in this weather. Yet all the same, Miley bundled up in her new winter coat (the product of a collaborative shopping effort between her and Lilly; it had depended upon the use of Skype on their zPhones as Lilly wandered around the only store in Atlanta to have started the winter collection this early). Armed with the coat and various other winter accessories she had not imagined having to use this early, not to mention her trusty Uggs, Miley brought a cup of her father's famous loco hot cocoa out to the campfire and got started roasting marshmallows.

Freezing or not, she was still camping, and Miley could put aside her body temperature in favor of a return to country living.

[[I know this is a long shot, but if LJ cooperates, open!]]

dollpocalypse

It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

vanillajello

Since Kate had stopped smoking a few weeks ago, her trips to the salle had ~~handwavily~~ gotten more frequent. And even if she wasn't feeling a particular stress today (or at least nothing big), she was practising with her knife anyway, concentrating on an already battered-looking dummy.

There was a dance-like quality to her movements, to the precise, smooth repetition of the stepping forward, jabbing the knife into the dummy, yanking it out, stepping back pattern she'd fallen into. It wouldn't be the most helpful in a fight but it was what she was doing right now. It calmed her down and soothed her nerves, doing something physical like that. Just like her dancing had, way back when. Today was one of those days that she was going to let those two things blend into one. Maybe she'd even try out doing a knife-wielding pirouette and see what kind of damage she could do to a dummy with that.

She felt like she could stay here for hours. It was probably for the best that she'd left a post-it on her door to let people know where she was.

[ooc: Post is open, whether it's Kate or the salle that you need!]

vanillajello

Clockwork spiders were awful.

This was what Kate had learned yesterday, when she'd spent seemingly half the night trying to barricade her alcove so that they wouldn't get in. That, in turn, meant she hadn't gotten to bed until way late, which then explained why she now looked like she had just barely woken up even though it was already the afternoon.

Technically she still felt like she should've been laying low and avoiding some people, but right now she couldn't bring herself to give a fuck about that. Sitting by her cabin's campfire, she was having a Pop Tart for breakfast, texting her brother, and enjoying the campgrounds being spider-free again.

[ooc: Open!]

vanillajello

So, Kate had been pretty pissed off over having let that pale guy escape earlier. For a bunch of reasons. She was telling herself his words weren't one of them.

Luckily the building offered more than enough distraction from that. She'd been here a month or so ago, just for a few days until she'd skipped to the fun side of town. It hadn't been like this, though: this place here was alive. It smelled utterly human, like a bunch of breathers going about their puny little lives, oblivious to the danger now right outside their doors. It was intoxicating.

Later, Kate wanted to see if the rest of the town was the same but for now, she was soaking up the smell of humanity by prowling the hallways. Occasionally, she knocked on a random door just to see if there was someone amusing there.

For now, she considered the dorms her own personal playground.

[ooc: OH SO OPEN. Feel free to run into her in any hallway, or mod your door being knocked on. She's not going to bite anyone (at least not without proper OOC permission omg), but she is going to be hella creepy at everyone, because it's what you do when you're a teen vampire.]

lockestheway

Peter prided himself in being able to adapt to any situation in a short span of time. By the end of this week, he was genuinely no longer thrown by their current location. Skeptical of half the stories that had been told him, yes, but a touch of healthy skepticism had never helped anyone.

He'd also noticed the importance everyone here seemed to put on their friendships with one another. Their little common room get-togethers. And, wel, it was obvious he was already a little behind, PR-wise, here. So what else could he do but move his ass to the common room in the morning and set out some cereal? Enough to make it look like a properly catered breakfast.

It took a little planning, sure. But if his brother had managed to make friends here - of course he had - then he'd just have to pretend to be just as loveable as Ender to get ahead.

So, cereal, a stack of plates, bread, stuff like that. And Peter with a bowl of cornflakes, watching the news.

[[ open! ]]

lockestheway

The first thing Peter had done when the island moved was-- well, check his bottle of water, just to make sure no one'd slipped anything in it to turn him as nuts as half the people he'd met here so far.

The second thing he'd done was check and see if his internet connection was still holding. If this insane place messed up his plans - and that was starting to look like a distinct possibility - he was going to--

What, exactly?

The question kept bothering him. He didn't like it when he couldn't fully oversee all the possible consequences of something; it made planning for all the contingencies all but impossible.

But the internet connection was holding, and the weather was better than it had been. So on Wednesday morning he finally trudged out with his desk in hand and sat himself down on the deck. The flat little display produced a colorful screen through a holographic emitter that Peter could manipulate with his fingers.

He was doing his routine daily check of all the big blogs, poking around to see if anyone had responded to Demosthenes and Locke's latest essays. And doing up a nice, healthy, respectable tan in the process.

At least that couldn't go horribly wrong.

[[ open! ]]

vanillajello

Oblivious to a certain voicemail she'd failed to notice yet thanks to her phone battery having run out within thirty seconds of receiving said message, Kate was having a good day so far. She'd spent her morning exploring the island's new surroundings (which she had decided she loved), and had then come back into town to get posters made for the party on Friday. And now, she was putting them up all over the dorm hallways, on every floor. Hey, everyone was invited, so everyone needed to know about it, right?

THE THIRD FLOOR IS A STATE OF MIND
Which is why we can have our party anywhere we want:
Come join us on the beach in the evening of Friday May 20th
for a celebration of third floor awesome!

People from all floors welcome, people embracing a theme of
either Vikings or Egyptians (or both!) even welcomer.

For questions (and/or if you want to offer your help),
contact Kate from 324.

She was quite pleased with her posters, simple as they were, and occasionally stopped to admire them. Friday was going to rock, if she had any say in it.

[ooc: Feel free to catch her as she's putting up the posters! This is a much better time to talk to her about the party than the room post that's going up a little later, dun dun dun.]

vanillajello

After a somewhat stressful week, Kate had actually managed to have a pretty pleasant weekend. (A ~~handwavy~~ one-month anniversary could do that to a girl.) She was relaxed and something approaching happy, so today was the perfect day to devote to third floor party planning. Which was good since, you know, she hadn't actually done a lot of it yet. She'd decided the date would be next Friday, sure, but other than that... She had ideas. They just hadn't quite come together yet.

So she was in the common room, absently eating candy while sitting on a couch with her feet propped up on the edge of a coffee table and her MacBook in her lap. In no way waiting to pounce on innocent passers-by to pester them for ideas. No sir.

[ooc: You guessed it, it's an open post!]

Current Mood: creative

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

Current Mood: amused

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

[Open deck so open, yes]

Current Mood: lazy

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

So, there were kids running around the island again. Nathan could only guess that since none of them had found him and called him 'daddy' that this wasn't a repeat of what happened a few months ago. Nathan, for one, was damn fucking glad of that. He'd been a dad, fake or not, too much lately.

Since it was chillier than previous days, Nathan had the hood of his hoodie yanked up and a pair of sunglasses across his eyes while he had himself a lazy smoke on the deck. He'd thought about going up to his room to...well, he didn't know what he'd do but it didn't matter because he didn't go up.

Earlier this morning, he'd sent his mum a quick text with his answer about coming home this summer. He hadn't received a response but he wasn't too worried. She was probably off spending Jeremy's money while he had graphic fucking thoughts about his --

Ugh. He made a face and shook his head, trying to get back to just sitting there and not thinking of a single goddamn thing.

[Open, of course, to people of all sizes]

Current Mood: discontent

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Emma was out of town doing God knew what, which meant Quinn was in charge of the sorority meeting.

This was not precisely a hardship, even if it did mean closing up the ticket-selling table for an hour or so. She set up the rec room with a rack of sample formal dresses, some relatively dry and light-colored snacks that seemed unlikely to ruin said sample dresses, a crate of ~~moddable~~ accessories, and a teetering pile of magazines full of useful advice.

"We're going to talk prom today," Quinn announced. "Hopefully you already have a dress, but, if you don't, we have a few samples over there you can try on to find the right look for you. Or you can try on some accessories to see if your dress needs a finishing touch. If you aren't going this year, use this time to get ready for the 2012 prom. It's never too early to start planning."

vanillajello

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

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

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

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

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

vanillajello

Kate had only returned to Fandom about an hour or so ago. She'd offered to stay in Kansas, to help, but then she'd been asked "What with?" and she hadn't been able to come up with any real answer, so they'd sent her off, and she'd grabbed a portal back. She'd soon realized she didn't want to stay cooped up in her room, so she'd just dumped her bags there and headed up.

And now Kate was on the roof.

It probably didn't seem like much of a momentous occasion to anyone else, but it kind of was one for her. She didn't even care that the weather was much, much chillier than it had been back home. She had her monkey hat and her golden jacket on, and she was good, just leaning against the railing, looking out over the island.

Everything felt calm. She felt weird, but it wasn't really a bad weird. She just felt like the world had shifted somehow, just a subtle little bit. Something had fallen into place and she could really breathe again for the first time in months. That seemed liberating and totally fucked up all at the same time.

It almost made her smile.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Today was Nathan's birthday. Last weekend, he'd been stupidly upset to realize that his mum had seemed to forget the whole fucking thing but today? Today, he didn't care. He'd repressed all that and now was just dead set on enjoying his special day. There weren't any classes to deal with so he'd slept late, gone into town, found every single birthday special there was and then come back, childish birthday party hat in hand.

Yep, he was gonna wear that thing while he chilled in the common room. There were possible epic plans for later that he was anticipating but lazing around on the sofa, a carton of chicken nuggets (a splurge in honor of turning eighteen) on his lap while watching some completely awful daytime talk show.

Maybe these people would start fighting each other over the paternity of their kid. Or maybe they'd make up. Whatever, Nathan didn't care. His birthday, his good mood.

[It is Nathan's birthday which he told like one person but the common room is open nonetheless with a birthday boy and bad television!]

Current Mood: pleased

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Between serving his detention yesterday and ending up at some career fair, Nathan thought he could count this weekend as academically productive. And, as the law said (there had to be a law about it somewhere), if you were productive one day, the next was meant to be fucking lazier than usual.

Nathan hadn't been up for more than a half hour and it probably showed in the sleepy amble into the common room, the bleary eyes and the bare feet sticking out from under the cuffs of his jeans. Food was at the very top of his priority list and upon pulling out a box of Lucky Charms (really, was there nothing else in there?), he'd wandered back to the couch and flopped down on it.

One hand stuck inside the box of Lucky Charms (seriously, SERIOUSLY) and one hand on the remote control, Nathan started flipping channels, trying to land on something halfway decent. He stopped on one of those religious shows where some televangelist was trying to get him to repent. All Nathan could think about was the fact that he really wanted this guy to trip and fall down the stairs of his big stage. That'd definitely make religion more interesting to him.

[Common rooms are open things, of course]

Current Mood: awake

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!]

vanillajello

Kate had been roaming the dorms for the past day and a half, enjoying the calm and the freedom to do practically whatever the hell she wanted, even if that whatever was nothing more than trying out whether she could play Chopsticks on the piano on the first floor without too much of a risk of anyone walking in to see her making a fool of herself

And like she'd decided yesterday, in the evening she ended up on the sixth floor for a little party of one. This was the first time she'd been past the fourth floor since before Christmas, and in the back of her mind she knew it could very well be the last time, too, so she was savoring it. Which meant she'd spent a considerable amount of time in the ballpit, yes.

It also meant she was taking advantage of the dancefloor. She'd taken a while to figure out how to get the lights and the disco ball going, but once she had it was pretty fucking spectacular. And obviously she'd queued up music on the sound system: a fairly random bunch of songs ranging from sleek French electro pop through shouty Japanese bands to the best of the American indie rock scene from the past 20 years or so. There were even a couple of short bits of jazz in there. You couldn't live with Marshall and not end up liking some of it.

As for nourishment, she had a pizza and a bowl of fruit salad in the kitchen, but for the time being she'd been distracted from the whole dinner thing by a particulary good song coming on. She'd rushed to the dancefloor to dance and sing along, loudly.

"-- When she wants something, man, she don't wanna pay for it!

Screw Hawaii. This was the real vacation for her. It didn't mean all the confusing thoughts weren't still there, but they were taking a backseat for now.

[ooc: Open to interaction both in person and by phone, yes yes.]

Current Music: Jane's Addiction - Been Caught Stealing

vanillajello

So yeah. Some time after breakfast, the self-proclaimed Queen of the Third Floor had notified the school administration with some not-quite-even-half truth about why she needed to cut her vacation short and get back to Fandom, booked a portal, and subsequently returned from Hawaii a few days early. It may have seemed like a completely insane thing to do from an outside perspective but really, she deemed it best for her sanity right now. She needed a bit of distance between herself and... a lot of stuff, and an uncharacteristically quiet Fandom seemed like the place for that.

Having put away her ~~handwavily purchased~~ groceries, she flopped down on a couch with a bag of candy and turned the television on. A brief moment of remote-clicking and mild frowning later, she had come to the conclusion that the TV was joining in on the Spring Break spirit thing by refusing to show anything other than a Jersey Shore marathon on every single channel.

And Kate was just fine with that. In fact, she immediately felt a little bit better, a little more at home in her own skin. There was no chance of her being exposed to anything intellectual, and that was perfect. She got a little more comfortable on the couch, popped a piece of candy in her mouth, and prepared to be entertained by a completely skewed version of reality.

[ooc: Open common room in a mostly deserted dorm building is still an open place! Can also be open to texts or calls, I s'pose.]

vanillajello

Kate had probably never needed a hug this bad in her entire life. So of course she was in the salle bright and early, stabbing and slashing at practice dummies. That made perfect sense, didn't it?

Last night after the portal in the park, Kate had come back to the dorms, turned off her phone despite it telling her she had a couple of voicemails, taken a quick shower, and then just fallen into her bed, completely wiped out. Sleep had come quickly, but she was still exhausted when she woke up. It was all emotional, though, and that was why she'd come down here, and was also fully intending to stay here all the way until lunchtime. Combating emotional exhaustion with its physical counterpart was totally healthy, really. So was tiring herself out so she wouldn't even notice who was in class with her after lunch.

She'd stuck a note (Down in the salle, K) on her own door on the off chance anyone would want to find her. Not that she didn't expect anyone who knew anything about how she dealt with stress these days to know the salle was an excellent guess. She also trusted people she didn't want to see right now to not come looking for her.

Yesterday was not how her supremely non-romantic Valentine's Day was supposed to go. So die, dummies. Die.

[ooc: The post is open for all your salle/Kate-bothering needs! ~~I'll be AFK for a class in my afternoon, but other than that~~ I should be aroooound all day.]

icecoldfrost

The student council weren't the only ones set up in the lobby today. Kappa Delta Gremlin had a table of their own, selling various baked goods made by the members of the sorority.

There were various and sundry cookies, muffins, brownies, anything ~~moddable~~ that a hungry student could want. Or a hungry love monkey, which Emma had to keep chasing away from the food. Fandom.

vanillajello

This was one of those mornings were Kate just woke up way too early and couldn't go back to sleep with the way thoughts were just whirring around in her head. After trying anyway, she'd given up and headed down to the salle for a half-mandatory pre-class practice session, intended to center her again, and maybe reduce her stress levels about whichever way certain people she wasn't even supposed to pay attention to were probably going to be interacting in class.

Even a good while spent attacking dummies hadn't killed all the time she had left before her class that was still hours away, though, and she found herself having a need to just take it easy now. With some video games. And the rec room was the perfect place for that since she'd never gotten around to hauling her XBox to Fandom even though it was just gathering dust back home. Not like Marshall ever played anything without her.

She parked her ass on a couch, controller in hand, and made herself comfortable. ~~Meta for~~ Little Big Planet was totally good practice for her reflexes too, right?

[ooc: Open like a rec room! ETA: There is a good chance of SP until my evening. Today is weeeird for me.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

With his one class over and done, Nathan found himself almost energetic. He didn't want to go laze around his room like he usually did and he didn't want to smoke near his window in his most sincere imitation of a hipster emo poet douchebag. He didn't (and wouldn't ever) have the beard or scarf for that.

He ended up in the common room because that was the next best thing to going into town. This little dinky island had absolutely no nightlife to speak of which was unbearably sad and needed to be changed. Of course, Nathan had no money and no drive to really change that but he'd perfectly happy to encourage someone with a round of applause should they take the initiative.

Nathan clicked on the television and then actually practiced jumping onto the couch. He wanted to see what positions he could contort his body into before landing. There was the flat on your back, flat on your stomach, stretched on your side, tuck 'n roll, ass down, and swan dive. Eventually, he stayed on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms while he watched whatever the fuck was on the television.

So much for his energy. He was fickle like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: silly

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

therewaslife

Bod could count the number of times he'd been in the gym on one hand. All of one time. He'd been here all of one time and that hadn't even been to do anything but talk to someone who he wasn't currently really even talking to anymore. So, that was a memory he had to force down.

He'd come down there today on a whim. Bod loved his books and he loved his quiet time but he still felt like he needed to do more things. He needed to fill his time with activities and motion to stop himself from falling into too deep a funk.

He wasn't a fighter though so he was going to ignore all the boxing and fighting equipment. Instead, he grabbed one of the basketballs and started shooting around. From close distances, he found that he wasn't bad. The further he got, the worse his aim became so he made a note to work on that. For now, he was running up and down the court, alternating between shots at either basket and working himself into a nice sweat while he did.

It felt remarkably good.

[Open place, open post]

Current Mood: restless

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan didn't have another class until Friday. Considering he'd actually gone to his class yesterday and participated, he thought that warranted some time spent doing fuck all down in the common room. He was only sad that his roommate (who totally wanted to do him) didn't seem to be around at the moment. He'd have to memorize her schedule so he'd be around when she was.

Maybe he'd catch her changing or something. She couldn't hide forever and Nathan was a persistent fucker when he wanted to be. It would only add to their simmering sexual tension and, eventually, she'd given in. Nathan was positive.

After raiding the refrigerator and finding food that wasn't his, he'd flopped down and started watching some ridiculous American television. Really, all they seemed to air was talk shows about paternity of their zillion babies or television shows where everyone had sex with everyone else.

Nathan...could actually get with this last one. Maybe American television wasn't all that bad.

[Post is open, of course. Nathan is crude but mostly harmless, I promise. And if you'd like it to be your food he took, that's fine with me! Otherwise, it's just food he found. ETA: I've gotta head AFK for a few but I'll pick up ping as a I can and definitely for sure in a few hours!]

Current Mood: lazy

vanillajello

Kate hadn't actually ever been in the salle before. She wouldn't have even been in the salle today if she hadn't made some plans with Luke, yesterday. It felt more than a little surreal that her life had come to a point where making plans like this seemed to be necessary, but she was just going with it. And she was tired of feeling like there wasn't much she could do in the face of danger or monsters.

And if nothing else, maybe this'd at least provide the distraction she so desperately needed. Maybe it'd work a little like her dancing had, before she'd given that up out of general laziness.

For now, she was poking curiously at the practice dummies while half lost in her thoughts, occasionally tugging absently on the light scarf she was still wearing.

[ooc: Girl has shown up for Luke, but open post is open for all your Kate-bothering/salle-using needs!]

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!]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy's finals were all later in the week so he really had jack to do until then. He knew he could have gone and bothered Nico or Luke but he'd ended up in the common room instead. From there, he actually started cooking something for his breakfast. Considering the only thing he knew how to cook without burning something down were pancakes, it was an easy choice.

He'd clicked on the television to have some background noise and actually got distracted by some stupid talk show with the pancake batter slowly sizzling away on the burner. He would have burned it if he hadn't snapped out of the stupor.

The pancakes survived Percy's baking attempts and soon enough, he was sprawled on the couch, eating a late breakfast and preparing to watch something stupid on television. Unfortunately, when he went to flip the channel, all he got was a yule log. On every channel, yule logs. The television had just been fine but now...

This island was weird.

[Haven't done one of these in awhile so hey, open, sure!]

Current Mood: lazy

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke didn't really mind the whole Santa hat thing he had going on right now. He liked the whole festive part of it, having very few experiences of the whole Christmas thing seeing as Camp Half Blood didn't really do much for the holiday. So, yeah, the hat was fine. He was kind of liking watching the annoyed faces of everyone else as they walked around with them on.

That was half the reason Luke had parked himself in the common room. The other half was because he was bored. And the other half was because he had found a carton of s'more ice cream that he was determined to eat himself. Yeah, that was one half too many, whatever. Math wasn't his strong point.

[omg miracle. Open, yes]

Current Mood: amused

vanillajello

Kate had been doing okay, this week, even if she'd mostly kept to herself. No rushing to Bristol, no worrying over anyone's life. Things had been... quiet. Almost mellow. And she'd needed something like that.

But this morning her nightmares had woken her up early, and they had been just bad enough for her not to even want to try getting back to sleep. Not with all that disturbing shit lurking right behind her eyelids, no thanks. So she'd slinked off down to the common room.

It wasn't too long before she had a batch of chocolate muffins done, a fresh pot of coffee (which Bod had gotten her for her birthday so it was special occasions only, though she might have been inclined to share), and a cake in the oven.

Today was Bobby's birthday, but he was only getting a couple of muffins with frosting and sprinkles. The cake was for... other stuff.

[ooc: Open common room is open, as early as it is for most of you. And now I want cake. To eat.]

vanillajello

Kate had not been pleased to find herself still a dude when she'd woken up today. It wasn't that she had a huge problem with it as such herself, it was just that she was kind of worried for the sanity of a certain someone else.

But there was nothing she could really do about it, so she'd just wandered down into the common room and decided it was a day for baking. Everyone would appreciate chocolate chip muffins, right?

(Kate, by the by, was not mature enough to not laugh at the fact that they had nuts in them.)

A couple of batches of muffins baked and set on the counter to be taken, she flopped down onto one of the couches and started leafing through an issue of Cosmo. Trying to see if she could get a male perspective on it today.

[ooc: Yes, you guessed it, it's an open common room!]

therewaslife

It was too nice a day to spend it inside, Bod decided. His one class had been easy so he'd gone into town after and picked up some pastries from the bakery. He hadn't ever had a sweet tooth before but he seemed to be gaining one now.

Miss Lupescu wouldn't be too pleased.

With that done, Bod hadn't even gone up to his room. He'd detoured onto the deck, dropped his backpack and settled into a chair to stretch out and let the sun warm his face. He could feel autumn in the air, smell it on the wind and he was anticipating it.

Summer wasn't the best season for an Englishmen especially an American summer that consisted of a huge sun and blistering temperatures. Bod would just take advantage of this nice day by lounging on the deck and eating sweets.

[Deck's open. It's really that gorgeous outside.]

Current Mood: lazy

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

One of the benefits of being a demigod was that Percy wasn't showing any effects of his fight with Luke yesterday. He'd gone down to the beach and done some swimming which had taken care of the cut on the back of his shoulder and the bruises on his hand. Even if Luke had beaten him, Percy was glad that he wasn't going to show obvious signs of that which would bring questions which would mean he'd have to tell people what happened.

And he really didn't want to tell people he'd gotten beaten.

There was a bad action movie on the television that had gotten Percy's attention almost immediately. He spent so much time training and running from monsters that getting to just chill out and watch movies had become a rare thing. He was taking advantage of it while he could.

Even the action movie couldn't completely hold his attention so if it looked like Percy wasn't paying attention, he probably wasn't. His thoughts were pinballing around every so often. If some of those thoughts included his cousins, well, oh well.

[It's a common room so it's open, dontcha know]

Current Mood: relaxed

vanillajello

It had been a long, long fucking week for Kate Gregson. But she'd had a good newbie picnic, and she'd gotten an absolutely adorable new fake sib, and so today she was actually feeling pretty good about things.

Good enough to wander into the common room after waking up (still in the tank top and pyjama bottoms she'd slept in, but at least it wasn't shorts) to make breakfast to share with people. Nothing fancy, just a simple fruit salad. But there was enough for a lot of people.

And the rest of her chocolate coins were in a bowl on the table too. She'd missed a couple newbies yesterday and anyway, if she kept them in her room she'd just eat them all by herself.

At least here she was actually partaking of the fruit salad while lounging on a couch. Mmm, fruit salad and a lazy Sunday morning.

[ooc: Open common room is open!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]

Current Mood: embarrassed

endsthegame

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

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

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

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

therewaslife

Bod had spent last night dreaming. To have one night of dreams was unusual so having several nights worth had him completely confused. Still, getting to see his parents in his dreams every night like he'd never left wasn't something he'd question. It made the ache of missing them all the more apparent in the mornings but he managed to keep those feelings hidden.

After waking up from another dream, Bod had padded sleepily down to the common room and decided to spend some time there, eating crackers and trying to piece through the various variations of the dream. The television was playing some sort of cartoon but Bod wasn't really paying attention.

Instead, his thoughts, stuck on those dreams as they were, eventually wandered into daydreaming territory and he was back to seeing his parents, feeling them holding him and hearing their voices in his ear. It felt like he was there and not on the island. It was so...strange.

[CR's an open place and I wish I was still sleeping]

Current Mood: quixotic

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Some people might be a little tired after day filled with exploring rainforests and paint fights, but not Ariel. Such things could only energy her and cause her already effervescent mood even brighter. Still slightly paint-splattered, she had taken a big notebook and one of those floofy pens with the feathers on the end (how could anyone not love those?) and danced down to the common room. She flopped ceremoniously on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table before opening up to a fresh new page.

She bit her lip, thinking, pink puff of her pen tapping her chin.

And then she got to work. She'd had, of course, a brilliant breakthrough. She had a date on Wednesday, and it would not do to just sit there and wait for it! She had to exacerbate things, to better rise above the challenge of her curse and get that kiss. Christian was super cute, and he was a writer, so the solution was so obvious:

Love letters!

Oh, these were going to be good!

[[ open common room is open, and lord only knows that the more help Ariel gets, the better these will be. mwa ha ha ]]

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was feeling a bit bored. His solution to this problem was simple: sit somewhere public with a deck of cards. He was shuffling them idly between his hands. He wasn't some sort of card trick master or anything, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Hopefully someone would join him. He couldn't be the only one who enjoyed a friendly game every so often, after all.

Right?

vanillajello

There was no fire this early in the morning.

Kate was there, though. Sitting on a log and munching on a pop tart. She was smiling slightly to herself, remembering another morning in this very same spot. And possibly lamenting the lack of drunken boxer raids this summer.

Or maybe she was just smiling because of her cute new sunglasses. Who could tell?

[ooc: Open, what else!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

No classes today meant that Jake had been sleeping in (not that this was a new concept). He'd woken up eventually, stomach grumbling and well... he needed food. Honestly, that wasn't a new concept either.

Instead of going to buy something in town however, he'd found some eggs and bacon and was making food. The television in the common room was on and tuned to the Formula 1 practice race because this time of the day, there was little interesting on. For him anyway.

[No work is fun.]

Current Mood: hungry

vanillajello

Kate didn't really know what to do with herself today. Not taking the weekend into account, Wednesday was the only day of the week that she didn't have either workshops or ballet class.

So she'd spent the first part of her day sorting out stuff for her online classes. Once that was done, she'd ended up here, although she wasn't sure why. Not like there was too much for her to do up on the roof, either.

She wasn't even smoking, although should any of her fellow Smokers' Club members show up, she thought might pester them for a cigarette.

But as she was alone, she was mostly just leaning against the railing and looking out over the town. Thinking about stuff. People. Herself.

For once, it didn't make her feel or seem too angsty.

[ooc: It doesn't get much more open than the roof!]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Sleep? Who could possibly sleep at a time like this? Although Ariel was absolutely exhausted from yesterday, the seahorses in her stomach were stampeding about in excitement and so she didn't have much for sleeping. Even the thrill of sleeping in a human bed was enough to keep her up. So it was tired but still bouncing Ariel that had padded down to the common room that morning, eager to explore and rifle through the unbelievable amount of human artifacts at her disposal just down the hallway.

For a girl who didn't talk, she wasn't very quiet about the whole thing either. Cupboards banged, drawers slammed, utensils clattered as her eager hands and hungry eyes went through every single one and examined all the marvelous items. Dinglehoppers, a whole drawer of them! Gazoodzits, too, and flangongers, and here there were some plates! Plates! Ariel reveled in the new word as she took each one out, looked it over, turning it along its circumference. And then there were the boxes of things filled with other things, and gloopfezzits and, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Ariel stared in awe as she even found a thingamabob, unlike any of the twenty she had back home in her grotto, with a pretty red case filled with all sorts of other gadgets, like the little mini snepfitters and gormazers...

It was almost too much. Occasionally, Ariel had to force herself to stop, letting out little silent squees to release her excitement.

She'd probably be less excited once she'd gotten through all the cupboards and had to start putting all the stuff back.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex's version of break had consisted mainly of sleeping, smoking, sleeping some more and the occasional break for socialization. Today, the roof seemed like the place to smoke. He'd done it enough, he was a regular and it was fairly warm out. It meant he could lay down on the roof's edge, cigarette in his mouth, arms tucked behind his head and eyes closed.

For once, the roof wasn't going to be home to his brooding. He was in a mood but he wasn't ready to punch the first deserving person he saw and he wasn't completely overwhelmed with his own issues. His mood was just...something. He didn't really know.

Decent mood, for once. Better take advantage.

[the roof is open like an all night convenience store!]

Current Mood: refreshed

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

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