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Bod had spent most of the morning packing so his afternoon was completely free. It was warmer than it had been and knowing that he'd been in a cold environment tomorrow, Bod was taking advantage.

With both sunglasses (a gift from Silas who'd complained about all the sun in America) and baseball cap, it was hard to tell if he was awake or not. He was, though. The sprawl in the lounger was a lazy one but his mind was wide awake and running incessantly.

The bottle of water in his hand was more being used to tap against his knee than to drink. He was distracted but felt better than he had in days.

[Deck is an open place. I like linking things.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

willbethenight.livejournal.com

There were two things Bruce didn't expect to find when he started checking the cabinets in the common room kitchen for some breakfast. The first cabinet had some white greasepaint and black lipstick. Bruce would have been curious about that, but it didn't seem that strange for Fandom. The second cabinet had a gremlin which fell on Bruce when he opened the door.

The gremlin landed teeth-first on Bruce's shoulder, teaching Bruce a very important lesson about being better prepared for something like this happening when opening any door on the island. He thanked the gremlin by punching it in the face and hoping that whatever was about to happen wasn't too bad.

A couple minutes later, Bruce was a mime who was trapped in a box in front of the TV. Such was life.

[OOC: I've been meaning to hit Bruce with a gremlin bite all year. Today's as good a day as any to actually do it. Open!]

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby was still uncomfortable enough in The Room He Shared With A Girl that he didn't want to just hang out in there to study. Because he was totally enough of a geek to be studying during the first week of classes.

But he was also enough of a guy to be studying while watching cartoons and geeking out over the fact that his mom couldn't come in and make him turn them off because they were violent and not necessarily all that progressive especially in their treatment of women. Bobby just wanted to watch things blow up and the bad guys lose which they did with amazing regularity.

He had Hot Pockets (not the nasty organic kind), cartoons and biology homework. Life was pretty darn good.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle wasn't in the best mood, but he'd been in plenty of worse moods. Hiccup and Toothless had left all of a sudden, leaving only a note behind. Marcus was still a raccoon. He hadn't seen much of anyone else lately and with so little to do, the restlessness was building up. The noise of the TV helped, so he had that on in the background while he slowly wrote a letter to his brother. He didn't know whether it would get there, but he felt like testing the limits of the Fandom postal service. The prospect of more people leaving this week didn't make him happy either, but he'd accepted it and was focusing on next semester. He liked the normal school year better than summer and was looking forward to getting stuck into keeping himself busy.

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

The clouds were easing the heat a bit and, without the sun hanging high in the sky, Bod figured that spending some time outside wouldn't give way to an inevitable sunburn. He thought about walking into town but eventually decided that that could wait till later.

Instead, he veered off and clambered onto the deck, sliding into one of the empty loungers and actually choosing to be lazy for once. Usually, laziness was a side effect of having nothing to do or trying to avoid something else but today, he just wanted to relax. He found himself caught up in the movements of the clouds, dark and opaque as they were. He wondered what the sky looked like behind them, if the peeks of blue would stay long and where those clouds would go after moving off.

It wasn't heavy contemplation but he was enthralled by it anyway.

[Deck is open. I like clouds.]

Current Mood: enthralled

therewaslife

It was hot. Hot and bright and that was something that Bod wasn't really used to quite yet. He was from a place where gray, rainy and cool seemed to be the norm so having it be this hot so early into the summer months was a bit odd. Staying inside his cabin might have been wiser but he was still feeling a little cooped up after all the baggage and decided braving the sun and heat couldn't be that hard.

So, he was out there, not bothering to light a fire due to the heat and wondering if he should have put sunscreen on before coming out. It was just his face and arms that were exposed (and boy, they were rather pale) and he didn't plan on staying outside for hours but he could already feel the heat beating down on his skin. It felt nice but it didn't quite warm her through and through.

There was a book near his hip that he wasn't reading yet and a bottle of water in his hand. For now, he was just relaxing against a log, letting the sun do what it wanted and letting his mind wander off in all sorts of directions.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

wwiii

Everybody had their grumpy days. Or their uncomfortable days, or their just plain wrong-side-of-the-bed days. And for any reason under the sun, really. It all depended on what was up.

What was up for Warren was spring, headed into summer. Which meant fewer layers or even just the option of lounging around shirtless, a heightened likelihood of seeing pretty girls wearing less than they were a few months ago, and, less pleasantly, a molt.

Large feathered wings were amazing, breathtaking, and absolutely liberating right up until you realized that having a pair of them meant that you'd have to deal with itching, feather dust, and pinfeathers on a seasonal basis. And so Warren had made his way up to the roof in an effort to at least minimize some of the mess in his room to spare Hinata the headache, and was now sitting on the edge, frowning at a molted four-foot long primary feather and trying to figure out what the heck to do with it as he turned it over in his hand.

This sort of thing was so much easier to deal with when his dad could just smuggle it all out through his company as 'medical waste.'

[I don't know. All I know is that I've been vacuuming up cockatiel dust for weeks now, and finally he's starting to drop real feathers so it's time to torment Warren thus. But the roof is open!]

abitlegless.livejournal.com

Ender had told him about television when he'd been trying to explain the computer and holograms: light that was shaped into things. Hiccup hadn't actually made the connection between the box he'd seen in the common room and television until he'd come wandering in search of food and seen the pictures playing across the glass.

Quest for food forgotten, he dropped to his knees in front of it, eyes wide, one hand on the glass. There were people and animals and machines and some sort of magical liquid that promised to make him irresistible to girls if he sprayed it all over himself. There was even a man on a horse.

Enraptured, Hiccup just kept staring, eyes about six inches from the screen.

[OOC: Open, of course! But you may have to shove the Viking out of the way if you want to watch TV.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex was continuing his whole plan of doing fuck all by sprawling himself on one of the common room couches and doing...fuck all. Well, he'd turned on the television (and stopped on some movie that looked mildly interesting) and he'd made himself some food (peanut butter and jelly sandwiches counted, right?) but, other than that, he was doing nothing.

To some, it might look like he was hungover but he was more...lazy. Just really damn lazy. Hungover would mean he was pissy and snappish. Luckily for everyone, he was still on a pretty even keel. Probably the fun he'd had last night. A good night with someone he liked was very helpful.

[open common room, sure!]

Current Mood: lazy

marieann-d.livejournal.com

Hey

phases_of_kitty and

future_visions, where do you want to room? I'm pretty much good anywhere ~~except for next door to that dirty traitor Pyro~~. Just tell me where to move my stuff!

Hey, do we get fed around here, or do we have to fend for ourselves?

Current Mood: hungry

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