Entries tagged with katina choovanski

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The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

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 ]]

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Magic/Support Reserves, Main Campfire, Wednesday After Classes

"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to

thatsamilkshake and

brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with

glacial_witch and

trigons_child.]

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Magic/Support Reserves: the Preserve, Wednesday After Classes

When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. ~~Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'~~

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely

life_inshadow and

trigons_child, with Karla's ~~boobs~~ presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Katchoo being shorter than Francine wasn't new; Katchoo being this much shorter than Francine was.

Also not new: Francine feeding people, where for the time being the term 'people' encompassed her tiny four-year-old roommate-slash-girlfriend, currently plunked down three feet in front of the TV and flipping through the channels because nobody wanted her anywhere near the food preparation. That remote control might get thrown sometime soon.

Why?

"STUPID GOLF! I WANNA WATCH SOMETHING ELSE!"

Because of that.

This could get messy, and that was even before the food.

[OOC: Francine modded with permission, common room is open. Beware of Chewie-flung projectiles.]

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Francine's Birthday Party, Sixth Floor Common Room, Thursday Late Afternoon/Evening

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

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The Roof [Friday, Early Afternoon]

Classes for the week all well over, and Effy not really being the sort to go for unnecessary work, especially with half term (spring break, whatever) coming up, was out getting her unwinding kicked off a little early.

Might be cold, but it was at least pretty and sunshiney and cold, and Effy was lost in thought and idly picking petals off her now wilting Valentine's day flowers, dropping them off the roof and watching them float down and away in the light breeze. Everyone relaxed in different ways, and Effy always had been... unconventional, to say the least.

This time in a couple days she'd be in the fucking Bahamas. That was a pretty good thing to be musing on, wasn't it? Especially since it was bloody freezing right here, right now.

[[Open roof is totally open, but work induced SP may occur.]]

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Sixth Floor, Thursday Evening -- Merlin's Birthday Party

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room | Late Morning | Friday | January 8

There wasn't a lot to do today. That fact didn't particularly bother Bod, though. He'd learned to find entertainment in the smallest things so making his way down to the common room seemed like a logical place to start.

Of course, once there, a few options were presented. He could find something on television to watch. He could spend a few minutes flipping through the channels to find something good to watch and the probably settle on something boring (he'd spent time in hotels, he knew how television worked) or he could try and make himself something to eat.

Now, that option made him hesitate. While he'd been in the graveyard, Silas or Miss Lupescu had done the majority of the food getting. Since leaving, he'd mostly stuck with fast food and prepared meals. This would almost be cooking.

Okay, no it wouldn't. There was cereal (something called Captain Crunch to be exact) and Bod figured he could manage a bowl, milk, pouring and a spoon. Still, it was more than he tended to do. With that done, he was free to find something boring on television.

[common rooms are open places!]

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Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

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5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

There was a Francine, there was a top hat, and there was a very small, very fluffy, very white bunny trying to get out of the top hat.

"Will you please stay in there? At least while I get you some lettuce and grapes?" No carrots. "I don't want people to step on you."

Francine turned on the tv and channel-flipped 'til she hit a Bitterwoman repeat. So, you know. For about 30 seconds. "There. Watch that and... try to behave." Not that Francine's bedspread could attest to the pointlessness of that request.

[OOC: Oooooopen! BunnyBFF modded ~~shamelessly~~ with permission.]

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Samhain Celebration - Main Campfire of the Cabins, Sunday, Dusk

Having ~~handwavilyomg~~ put up some very, very poorly spelled signs with Tara for people to know about this, Merlin was more than happy to get things started.

If only because there had been some rather insistent candy yesterday and he'd tried some out of pity and now believed Halloween may be evil. So, there was that.

But he had everything all set up and hopefully there wouldn't be an attack of some also horrible sweet from his time. But this was Fandom, so that was an actual concern. Damn Fandom.

[[Have at!]]

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Outside the Dorms, Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate Monday Night/Early Tuesday Morning

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

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

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

Yes, my canon is MADE OF WRONG.]

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Lawn of the Dorms | Late, Late, Late Night (2am EST)

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

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Fifth floor common room, Saturday evening

After detention there had been some time to check messages and figure out if there was anything she needed to catch up on after spending her morning cleaning up alligator parts, and then she'd gone for the second shower. Her priorities were a bit skewed, but 'ew' was 'ew'.

Since she had some time on her hands, she settled into the common room of her apparently adopted floor with popcorn and her comlink on the table in front of her, flipping through channels and being really glad that Scifi's monster movies tonight had nothing to do with lizards.

[Omg people I have not actually played in TWO WHOLE DAYS. Seriously, no SP pings or ANYTHING. I need to post a CR to fix that. Open!
Oh, and it's Ogre and Grendel on Scifi tonight, if anyone is curious.Yes, I checked.]

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The Roof of Theodore Roosevelt Cabin, Monday Evening

It could probably be argued that the roof of the cabins wasn't the best place to be when your purpose for being up there was to consume as much of the bottle of Jack Daniels and two packs of cigarettes (mostly that latter although the former was probably a concern too) you'd brought up there with you, but shut up, she'd brought a soda can for an ashtray and she wasn't perched on the edge, and she really didn't want to be in the cabin right now.

It could also probably be argued that it was a miracle that Katchoo hadn't started breaking things (or, you know, specific people), but she hadn't gotten past the numb depressive part and to the RARGHSMASHY rage yet.

Yet.

For now she was stuck on brooding, drinking, and smoking. On the roof. Because that was so smart.

[OOC: Of course it's open, if you think 'Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Chewie' is, in fact, an invitation and a blessing to do just that. Because it is.]

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Main Campfire, Friday Evening

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

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Main Campfire [Tuesday, Evening]

Effy had spent most of the past four days avoiding people. Something that was probably a good move on her part, and for everyone, considering that she wasn't the most openly friendly sort to begin with, and that would really only be compounded by jetlag and getting sent away to this fucking place. Boring as Bristol was, she couldn't say this was somewhere she particularly wanted to be either.

A few days on, she'd begun to see the attraction of certain parts. In this case, the attraction of getting to sit out by a roaring fire, poke idly at the embers at the edge with a stick, and watch them glow and fizzle with the air.

This was actually not bad, and for the moment even quiet.

And occasionally, she sat back to swig from a plastic water bottle she was keeping away from the flames. Chances were, it didn't actually have water in it.

[[Open like a big open campfire.]]

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The Roof, Tuesday Evening

It had been a week since Art Crawl, and a week since Katchoo had seen Francine. You'd think, living on the same floor of the dorms and all, they'd have run into each other by now but by pure dumb luck Katchoo hadn't so much as caught a glimpse of her best friend.

If that was still the case, considering the way Francine had run off after their last conversation. She hadn't exactly had more friends than she could count on one hand anyway, and at least two of them were graduating soon. Factoring that in wasn't helping with the melancholy. Yes, melancholy -- she didn't have the energy to work up a proper rage.

She probably should have been studying for finals, but please, when had Katchoo ever cared about things like that? So the roof it was, feet dangling off the edge as she lit up what was probably going to be the first of way too many cigarettes tonight.

[OOC: And the roof is smoky, but open, and Chewie's moody but mellowly so.]

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The Salle, Monday Morning

Yes, Arthur was still technically wounded (and wearing that infernal sling so he couldn't actually use his regular sword arm), and if all had been normal, he wouldn't be here. Unfortunately, circumstances dictated that his only other alternative would be to be stuck in one room with Leto and a gaggle of screaming children instead, and he was fairly sure that was what other people meant when they talked about Hell.

The salle was the better option. At least he'd-- imprinted them all with the importance of discipline and swordcraft. Right now, it was a brilliant way to distract the little bastards. With any luck, Gawain would show up (or simply vanish into thin air, because weren't these things supposed to last two days) to make the insanity complete.

He was dragging Reno off to go drinking once this was finished.

He eyed Arawn. "Check your posture," he ordered, "You'll just ruin your arm like that. Morgana, don't point that at-- Down. It's called discipline."

It was going to be a long day.

[[ open to all, especially to insane au relatives of doom (tm) ]]

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North Gate, Saturday noonish

Dinah was checking the barrier, checking the perimeter, and nervously eyeing the Preserve.

[ooc: totally open for fighters or zombies of the PC or NPC stripe. Chatroom : nobrainz4u !]