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After a lot of work (some involving a showerhead, don't ask, and no not dirty) throughout the day, Jaina had decided she had to get out of her room for a while. So she'd just gone to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and started reading a report on her datapad with the TV on for noise.

Somehow she hadn't figured out that doing this was bound to distract her, and this was why she was staring at an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", looking seriously confused, datapad forgotten, and occasionally saying things aloud like "There is something wrong with you," and "What do you mean this is a series??"

[Open like an open thing. ...I may have been dying to make this a CR post for a few weeks now. Because omgwtf SHOW.]

Current Mood: wtff

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please Wait For~~ OCD A Go!]]

Current Mood: chipper

intraspective

It was too hot to stay cooped up in her room and, much like a plant, Ino needed more fresh air.

Four walls got seriously confining after awhile. Even if they were sort of soothing at the same time. The roof was decided on as a fairly easy place to lounge and the old cigarette butts got a faint smile out of her.

Perching precariously on the edge of the roof, she went back to her notes and scribbling, looking utterly comfortable.

And maybe a wee bit tired. Whatever. Dreams were stupid.

[Open if you want.]

puppy_fair

Now that Zack was officially done with classes for the summer, it was time for a little getting out and about and being social. It was also, Zack decided, the perfect time to get the gerbil that Deadpool had given him out for some exercise.

And that was why, armed with a hamster ball and a bunch of notebooks, Zack was hard at work constructing the most epic gerbil floor-maze the second floor common room had ever seen!

Poor, poor Mr. Winkles.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

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!]

Current Mood: awake

likethegun

Sam's taste in music was a little ~~more emo~~ less peppy than what was usually played at practices, and he knew that Dean's tastes wouldn't help him here either. So, he'd spent some time scouring the internet until he had a good set of modern, fast-paced songs. Dragging the mats around and getting the gym set up for practice was definitely the easier part.

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

There are few things more exciting than a BIRTHDAY.

Unless, of course, it was TWO BIRTHDAYS.

Kaylee and Yurika had discovered that it was BOTH their birthdays today, and that was why the common room was decorated, and there was cake!

And by "decorated," one might assume "with glitter and bits of torn up colored paper flung on things, and some misspelled banners stuck to the wall about two feet off the ground."

Children are excellent decorators, you know.

[~~wait for the ocd~~ and it's up, and everyone is welcome to cooooome]

Current Mood: bouncy

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was a little more somber than usual as she got to the Gym and set up for practice. She pulled out the mats and made sure they were perfectly aligned. After doing that, she set up a table for the refreshments and then a table with the sign in sheet and the music.

The gym was alive with the sounds of techno as Savannah started stretching out.

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal no longer felt the need to spew everything single thing that popped into his head and, for that, he counted himself lucky. He thought about what he had said as he went about setting the gym up for cheerleading practice.

It hadn't been too bad, all things considered, but he hated feeling like he didn't have a choice in confessing feelings to someone. Too late for regrets now. At least she hadn't smacked him.

Current Mood: thoughtful

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper was hungry, but not a "going out to hunt in the preserve" kind of hungry. So instead she and Blind Seer were in the common room kitchen.

Currently, she was frowning at a bag of microwave popcorn, wishing she could remember how long it was supposed to cook for. Or for the fireplace from when the power had been out to suddenly reappear.

Blind Seer had somehow managed to get the fridge open, despite a distinct lack of opposable thumbs, and was currently nosing through it for something good.

[open like a CR!]

Current Mood: hungry

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

The power outage and all hadn't done anything to dampen Kaylee's spirits. Sure, she was cold, but hey, that just meant she was in cozy sweats (and a couple layers of them) rather than the wee shorts she'd been sporting last week. And sure, it was a little dim, but they were cheerleaders, dammit! They could practice even if they had to do it by flashlight and lantern! (Which, yeah, Kaylee had set up a few of those, just in case it got too dark.)

There were also mats, and bottled water and snacks. Just because the power was out didn't mean practice was canceled.

Current Mood: cold

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was cheerfully bouncing around as she set everything up for practice.

The mats were pulled out and there was a table of healthy snacks and caffeine -- along with bottled water.

Once everything was set up to her liking, she started stretching out.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]]

mauledbyabear.livejournal.com

Emmett had spent most of the night exploring the dorms and enjoying being able to walk around without the smell of humans being too overpowering. He was thinking about going into town but decided to pace himself when it came to exploring. If he saw everything too fast then he got bored and when he got bored he tended to make houses out of cardboard and play "General Sherman is burnin' everything" in the yard with Jasper (well, Emmett played. Jasper glared). He had the feeling burning the dorms down by accident would be frowned upon. So around 5 am he staked out a place in the common room and started to watch TV.

Now there was football on! Emmett had his ass on the couch, a football in his hand and was watching the Dolphins playing the Ravens. Then the Eagles were playing the Vikings at 4:30. God, he loved Sundays. He was tossing the football quickly between his two hands but making sure it was at a human's pace just in case anyone came in.

[Open, yes. I hope Miami wins...I think I jinxed them omg]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Given that the majority of her mechanical work had been going into Christmas presents until recently, Kaylee had found herself without a project until she happened upon an old toaster -- like, a really old toaster -- and a few other scrap materials of her usual variety.

When she took them back to her room and cleaned everything up a bit, she decided she'd rather have more space and the possibility of company while she took them apart. So Tuesday evening found her cross-legged on the floor and painstakingly taking apart the toaster with her new tools, and gently setting each piece in a designated area, using an order that probably only made sense to Kaylee.

The TV was on, of course, and she had it tuned to some sitcom that one would probably think she wasn't paying much mind to, until she laughed or yelled unhappily at the screen. Kaylee needed to calm down a little about the fictional characters, maybe.

[open like a common room!]

Current Mood: bored

gobrookeyourself

Congratulations, second floor common room, you were getting decorated courtesy of Brooke Davis today. Blame it on the weetiny carolers putting her in a Christmassy mood, but she'd gone out and bought a mass of ~~moddable~~ decorations to put up. Maybe if she had stuff left over, she'd take to the stairwells or something.

So that's what Brooke was doing, letting the tiny carolers carol their tiny hearts out. And she'd even taken using mistletoe liberally, not that she was standing under it with anyone she didn't want to.

[Oooooooooooopen!]

Current Mood: peaceful

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee honestly didn't understand this whole Thanksgiving thing beyond 'there'll be lots of food.' It was fairly archaic in her time, after all, and it wasn't like she'd been formally educated in history.

She was trying to do some research, as best she could, but rather than do something intelligent like either asking someone who might know something more about the holiday or, you know, cracking a book, she'd found something on television.

She didn't know how something could be semi-homemade, and why that woman was so...terrifying, but for some reason, she couldn't look away. Well, mostly. She could look down at her lap to check that Popples wasn't getting ready to run away or anything, since she'd figured this was as good an opportunity as any to get her new pet out to visit places other than her room.

[I've been meaning to do this post for like three days, dude. open!]

Current Mood: enthralled

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan showed up at the gym early so she could set up for practice.

She was grateful that Marco had agreed to keep the baby so she didn't have to worry about that while she was dragging out the mats and finding music.

There was also a cooler full of chilled water bottles so the cheerleaders could stay well hydrated during practice.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee was bored. And hungry.

Generally, these two things were not a particularly good combination.

That said, she'd managed to actually follow a recipe and produce a decent (if funnily-shaped) batch of chocolate raspberry cookies.

Now, the state of the kitchen, and...her clothes, and really, her overall appearance -- that was something else. It didn't matter to her, anyway, if the flour had gotten all over so long as the right amount had ended up in the cookies. And so what if there was chocolate on her cheeks and baking powder in her hair, too.

Plus she'd eaten about half the raspberries so they might actually have been a little shy of what they should have been, but whatever, they seemed okay to her.

[~~ooooopen. save me from the boredom of cleaning my room~~ apparently rl people heard my ooc plea, and I am being dragged out to the bar! shall pick things up later! (as in tomorrow, since omg drunk.)]

Current Mood: hungry

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

With the island in yet another new place and the gross bugs gone, Ned felt safe enough to venture outside with Kaylee, who was still a raccoon. She seemed to like the outdoors better anyway (and that was probably due to being cooped up for so long) because as soon as he let her down near the campfire, she found a broken stick and started to try and repair it.

This meant grass stalks, another stick as a splint and some odds and ends to get the grass to stick.

"Can you build me a radio out of sticks and grass?" Ned asked, infinitely amused. He made sure to bracket her inside one leg to keep a barrier up between her and the fire.

In response to his question, she butted her head against his leg. He took that as a no.

[Ooooopen, yes. I had a BAD morning filled with a car not starting so I am escaping into the game now.]

Current Mood: amused

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee was back to her old fight: roasting things over a fire.

She was rapidly learning that s'mores were doomed to be messy -- not that she minded, but it was something to remember.

Today, though she was trying something new, and had an assortment of fresh fruit along with the marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers. She was curious as to whether pears or apples would toast well.

Strawberries, it turned out, did not.

[open campfire is open. keep me company while I flail about packing!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby was really very depressed about Kevin being a complete tool and breaking up with him. Again. He didn't feel like doing much of anything after waking up at 1pm all sticky with rum, so he'd showered and drug his pillows out to the common room to watch some daytime drama.

"Oh Colt, you should know better than that," he said, eyes glued to the program. "She's a tramp! Go for Travis, at least he's hot!"

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

The facts were these: Young Ned had found his way into the common room again after getting bored of his room. He'd come with the intention of baking and, yes, there was something cooking in the oven (but he wasn't going to just reveal his pie choice today).

There was something different about today. Today, Ned had the hiccups. Now, as a boy at Longburrow, he'd been made to just wait them out.

Now, without that supervision, he could try to get rid of them. So, he'd looked up some hiccup cures and was currently attempting to stand on his hand and recite the alphabet in the middle of the common room.

It wasn't working.

Yet.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: weird

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

The facts were these: Ned was baking a pie again. He'd almost tried to theme this particular pie with that of a volcano but the volcano was long gone and so was that idea. Ned didn't really want to simulate lava in a pie anyway.

He'd chosen a new recipe this time, something he'd never baked before and had set out to prep and cook in the common room.

He wouldn't call this a routine yet but it was relaxing. And it was nice to get out of his room and do something besides annoy himself with all his issues.

[Open common room is open. Work is boring. I am hungry.]

Current Mood: working

gobrookeyourself

Brooke went ahead and got supplies for s'mores, figuring if she was going to do a campfire, she might as well do it right, right? And it helped when the weather cooperated.

Not that the s'mores really worked if you were ignoring the graham crackers to occasionally snack on the chocolate and marshmallows just like that, but look, it was the thought that counted.

[Open campfire is open! I have been productive and now I can play!]

Current Mood: lazy

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Okay, so Kaylee was learning her way around the whole campfire thing, now that the rain had let up for a little bit. Tonight, she had equipped herself with marshmallows and sticks, as well as graham crackers and chocolate.

She was, perhaps, a little overly proud of herself for managing a real Earth thing without help from anyone.

Not that she'd really successfully made a s'more yet. She kept burning her marshmallows.

Current Mood: accomplished

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Earlier in the day, Ned had decided he'd spent entirely too long holed up in his alcove. Of course, it took him several hours after that initial realization before getting up and out of bed, changing and heading outside, Digby at his heels.

The dog was, possibly, happier than anyone that Ned had decided to get out of his stupid funk. He lit a fire as best he could and took a seat.

He started contemplating baking sweets over an open fire. He decided that would only lead to tears.

Current Mood: contemplative

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!]

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by would hear a great deal of swearing in Chinese, but probably wouldn't be able to see much in the dark.

Inara had (rather reluctantly) discovered that starting a campfire was much more complicated than it looked, particularly when one had never done it before.

Any help would probably be vastly appreciated.

Current Mood: frustrated

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

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.]

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry couldn't stand another minute alone in his room. Edward's voice was letting out a constant stream of abuse, and it was taking all of Henry's self-control not to just give in and let Edward lumber around the place. He went to the common room to work on some homework, hoping for a distraction.

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After getting back from Vegas, Bridge goes up to the third floor to collect his favourite teammate ever and tell her all about his Brilliant Plan.

Which is why Bridge and Z are now in the middle of the second floor common room, surrounded by massive amounts of Lego.

[ooc: open like a common room is!]

stykera

Stark was feeling social tonight, so he'd made a ~~handwavey~~ run to J,GOB and picked up a very large assortment of cookies and brought them to the common room. He'd briefly toyed with the idea of two plates, one labeled "My Cookies" and the other "Your Cookies," but ended up putting them all on one large plate on the table by the couch.

He was now seated on a couch, happily nibbling on cookies and looking for something on TV to keep him entertained.

[Open like a common room post tends to be. Also, no fainting from shock plz.]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was bored. Very bored. There didn't seem to be anything good on TV, there was nothing particularly appetizing in the fridge and for some reason even the internets seemed dull tonight.

So he dug through the DVD's in his room till he found a copy of the horror movie, The Bracelet. It seemed like it was getting close enough to October to spend a night watching scary movies.

[open!]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Jude didn't want to be alone right now.

So down he wandered to the fourth floor common room and sprawled across one of the couches with a bag of something greasy and unhealthy, channel surfing like a pro. He was in the mood for curling or wrestling. You know. Big chunks of rock - or the Rock - being lobbed at each other.

Wormhole X-Treme would have to do.

Now, if only he could get rid of that compulsion to keep yelling at the screen, "I'm in ur base! I'm killing ur ~~g00ldz~~ d00dz!"

[[Entertain me!]]

Current Mood: bored

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Isabel felt like cooking for the masses, but the first day of school seems like reason enough. After Interstellar Relations, she made a quick ~~handwaved~~ trip to town to pick up supplies. Now the music is playing and she's making chicken parm and pasta for whoever wants it.

[Free food! Do I have to say it? Open!!!! Now in the right spot.]

Current Mood: chipper

nadiathesaint

Nadia had decided that what Bel had said the night before was right. They didn't want to freak Marie out by having crowds that were too big bearing down on them. So she decided she'd "hold down the fort", so to speak, and stay here to wait in case Marie came back.

She had her toughbook with her, and was currently working on setting up a rough map of the island. She hoped to keep up with the search parties and mark off those locations that had been cleared as having no Marie.

Sure, the girl could double back, but it would be a start. And part of her training had included working support in the black van.

[ooc: Open to communication/those who want to try to help out with the black van back up/random interaction]

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavily~~ finding out that her little wasn't going to be around for another week, Marie decided to skip out of the party and make a ~~handwavy~~ trip to the store.

She needed to keep her mind occupied, so she decided to cook dinner for anyone who wanted it. But not lasagna again. This time she was making fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

[ooc: open to all... shut up, I know I'm crazy.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was bored. And so he'd thrown a bunch of stuff that might be useful on an expedition into his knapsack, and is currently wandering the hallways in search of people to go with him on an adventure up to the sixth floor.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are!]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Even the threat of storms was not stopping Bridge from preparing for another outdoor movie night. After a ~~totally handwaved~~ trip into town for the neccessary supplies, he sets up a tarp between Pangolin and Koala cabins before once again putting up the bedsheet on the wall.

He's got the fire going, a pile of blankets for people to use, and there's plenty of snacks as well as coffee and hot chocolate in thermoses.

Space Battles, the original trilogy, *not* the prequels, is playing.

[ooc: open like an open thing that is open!]

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