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weetinyreese.livejournal.com

As far as Kyle knew, he was leaving in less than a week. There was no real need to do laundry. It wasn't like he'd be taking all of his clothes home with him. He had a list though - a list of things he wanted to do in Fandom before he went home. Conquering the laundry room was the next on the list.

For some reason, the washers and dryers in here didn't like him. That was okay though, because he wasn't fond of them either. Damned machines.

There were loud thumping and grinding noises coming from the room and echoing out into the public areas. Kyle was trying to force the washer to take his clothes, but the washer had a mind of its own and was putting up a good fight.

"You're not going to win this fight!"

Yeah. It probably was.

[OOC: Open!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

A monkey was hugging Kyle. Kyle wasn't hugging the monkey back. He was, however, sitting at the table set up in the lobby to sell tickets to the Valentine's Day dance. There was a sign indicating that flowers were for sale for delivery on the big day.

He'd tried everything to get rid of the monkey short of killing it, and he wasn't going to do that in case it was someone he knew. Eventually, Kyle gave up and sat there as patiently as he could while the monkey rubbed its head against his arm as it hugged him.

It was going to be a long day!

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Whatever its oddities, Fandom knew how to celebrate something, Quinn thought with satisfaction as she looked over the boxes and parcels of holiday decporations that had been purchased or hauled out of storage. In addition to the large fir tree in one corner, there was popcorn to string, garlands of beads and other odd-shaped shiny things, a multiethnic army of decorative Santas, what looked like a few miles of twinkling lights in all colors, containers of artificial snow, and enough stockings to keep a small army of elves busy. There was also plenty of greenery -- mistletoe, holly, poinsettias and evergreen -- potted or kept in water to keep them alive and looking fresh.

It was time to deck the halls and get merry.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle had planned on doing his laundry tonight, but the machines had other plans. One load of clothes had been eaten, never to be seen again. Another had been burped back up while it was still soaking wet and drenched in detergent.

He wasn't even going to acknowledge the nearest dryer and its attempts to hit him in the head with its door.

[Open laundry is open!]

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter was bored, restless, and that was a dangerous combination. He made a big mug of hot cocoa and found something on the TV that would try and keep him occupied.

What he found was an Expose marathon on Spike. He'd never seen the show before, but right now strippers who fought crime while led by Billy Dee Williams?

That was exactly what he wanted to watch.

Oh, teenage boys.

[ooc: Open common room, open post!]

weldedtomyspine

After Wednesday, Jaime had pretty much hidden in his room. The fight with Momoko had been awful. He'd been sure he was going to throw up after he'd fled the room. He still wasn't sure how he had managed not to.

But after nearly three days in the same clothes staring at his computer and not really paying any attention to what was on the screen, Jaime realized that he really should get out of the room. Which was a poor second option for talking to someone about this, but Momoko was clearly out of the question, Didi was gone, and he'd promised Dinah that he wouldn't call her until she called him...

So... he found himself on the roof of the dorms. He didn't really know why, but it seemed... appropriate.

And now he was sitting at the edge, staring off into space ~~being emo~~ thinking.

[Emo roof is for everyone!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

On a lark, Alex had stuck his name in for Student Council just because he thought it'd be kind of hilarious to do and because he needed something to do. He didn't think he'd win and he really didn't think he'd end up president.

Telling someone like Alex that he was the president and seemingly giving him power inflated his already enormous ego. And that's why he was out on the roof, standing on the ledge and smoking. He was still irrationally angry at the world but hiding it better.

Right now, he was just enjoying his new title and new power even if he couldn't really order people to do many things. He still had it and that was fucking awesome. He'd probably even work enough to earn that title. Stranger things had happened.

[Roof's an open place, yep]

Current Mood: chipper

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

In the wee hours of the morning, on each floor and in the dorms lobby, handmade and simple posters on white cardboard went up.

( Reese for Student Council )

Kyle
REESE
for
Student Council

Vote for:
Resources
Representation
Better cafeteria food

[OOC: Postery post but feel free to run into him putting them up if you so please!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

His studies were going well, he was getting some weapons to fill his new utility belt with, and he was even putting together the facade of a social life. But the most important thing to Bruce was making sure that he didn't miss out on any of his physical training. And that meant spending some time in the gym, punching the crap out of a punching bag for a couple hours. He would periodically stop, switch to a different form, and continue punching the crap out of the bag. The fresher he kept himself with the various forms - and the closer he brought them together in his training - he was starting to get a feel for how the different martial arts he had learn could be best blended together into something unique.

But, really, to an untrained observer it probably looked like he was punching stuff over and over for the hell of it. And if anyone asked, that's probably what he would claim he was doing.

[OOC: I'm bored. Hence, open post!]

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.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle's time had been spent going to class and keeping Toothless the dragon and Marcus the raccoon well fed and entertained. He was used to taking care of another human being, but not animals and especially not a dragon. Getting enough food every day to feed Toothless took a lot of his day (or the dragon was possibly fooling him into thinking he needed more to eat than he really did).

Marcus was still grouchy and went out to do his own raccoon-like things but always came back. Hiccup was still an action figure tucked away safely in Kyle's pocket. Now there was an addition to menagerie. George had turned into a magpie and decided it was a good idea to keep close to Kyle as well.

When he wasn't stealing things, that is.

"You better not have stolen from someone who'll come after me," Kyle said upon George's return with a shiny earring. The magpie cocked his head to the side, then hopped over to bother the raccoon on the other side of the small fire. Toothless was curled up not far away near a tree and occasionally cracked an eye open to survey the situation. Kyle shook his head and went back to arranging bacon sandwiches for breakfast. He hadn't seen Calvin around lately and half expected him to show up as a tiger like that toy he carried around. It seemed like the thing to do lately.

[Open as a camp fire is!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Food. Food and drink and a small fire and a raccoon named Marcus. Okay, so the raccoon had taken the offered food and run away to eat in peace, but there was still food and drink. Kyle was more than content to have a quiet night around the fire. Yeah. That was gonna happen.

[OOC: Expecting a dragon, but open as well!]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke, naturally, didn't mind this cabin thing too much. Sure, he had been enjoying only have to share a living space with one other person, but cabin living hadn't been that difficult to re-adjust himself to. At least the cabin here wasn't filled with thieves and emo people like Hermes cabin was back at Camp Half-Blood.

He also liked being able to sit around a camp fire and light marshmallows on fire. That was something the dorms lacked. Weird how you miss stupid things like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: relaxed

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Tonight was warm, but Kyle still had a fire going. He had the makings for hot dogs - sticking to cook them on, the meat itself, buns, condiments and onions. He'd read that some places put a pickle on it, but that was weird. There was plenty to go around and he was already cooking his own.

[OOC: Open! Mmm hot dogs.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After Sookie had said goodbye to her grandmother, she was at a loss for what to do.

After a long moment's thought, she made her way back to the dorms, washed her face, and retrieved the product of what she and Gran had done early that day: three freshly-baked pies -- in apple, pecan, and strawberry -- from where she'd left them in her mini-fridge in her dorm room.

She took them out to the common room, curling up with the pecan one and thinking about the pie she'd rescued from Maxine Fortenberry, just like this one. To get her mind off of the day -- as best she could -- she turned on the television to provide at least some ambient noise. Not everyone on the island was sad. (Though, of course, she could tell that many were.)

[open for all your post-departure emo needs!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The times you could find Kyle Reese sitting and staring at a television without any other distraction could be counted on one hand. This was one of those nights though, and he felt like zoning out. There was some show on about an FBI agent going into a beauty pageant. Kyle wasn't paying a lot of attention to it.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Sleeping alone in the room was unnerving. Alice had been gone for two weeks. Kyle had woken up a few times and found himself looking to the closet, wondering if the grain of the wood was different or if the sound that jarred him awake was from the air vent or from the creek he'd seen before Alice had disappeared into her other world. The closet stayed the way it should have been and the only noises were a normal part of dorm life.

This week, he wasn't sleeping much and tonight he was on the roof. There weren't many stars to look at with it being pretty cloudy, but there were still a few lights on in town and out somewhere in the distance to watch.

[OOC: Open for any night owls, foreigners, insomniacs or other assorted people who are awake.]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The television wasn't the reason why Kyle was in the common room. The lighting was better in here and he had a hole in his shoe that he was trying to fix. There was a pair of pants hung over one of the couch arms with a tear in it that needed fixing too, but that would come next.

Or would have, if the guy in the TV didn't start talking to him.

"Hey. Hey buddy. What are you doing?"

At first, he figured it was a show.

"Yeah, kid with the shoes. I'm talking to you!"

Kyle looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"You're a TV. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Says you. Get a haircut."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"You look like a hippie. Who lets their hair grow that long? Hippies, that's who."

Kyle didn't know what a hippie was, so he just stared for a while, wondering if he should have eaten that cheese at the back of the fridge.

[OOC: Open CR is open! The TV is totally moddable and will insult you if you talk to it, but only until midnight Fandom time!]

longislandiceme

Just because he had a fondness for ice didn't mean Bobby hated things like campfires. Because campfires? Meant junk food. And Bobby Drake was always up for junk food.

So there was a cooler of (amazingly) cold sodas to one side, and a good sized pile of various junk foods as well.

Currently, Bobby was experimenting with roasting a Twinkie on a stick, but there were definitely the more traditional s'mores fixings to be found as well.

[ooc: open like a campfire with totally moddable food.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had helped her siblings and the manse children gather firewood for bonfires in Rainbow Valley more times than she could count, and so she knew she had the proper mix of kindling to larger logs.

There was only one little problem--as the youngest, she'd never been permitted to light the fire, and the sausages she'd brought out with her weren't going to cook themselves.

How irritating.

She said down on a nearby log with a little flounce of her skirts, hoping for one of the older students to come along and help a wee freshman out.

Current Mood: annoyed

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter didn't particularly want to gather a crowd, but making a campfire and tossing black snakes and firecrackers at it seemed particularly amusing today.

So yeah, there was definitely a bit of noise. Peter wasn't a blossoming pyro or anything, he was just a bored teenager. Anyone was definitely welcome to join him. He might even have some ~~moddable~~ extra bits of fireworks.

[ooc: Open like an open space!]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle and George were sitting in a tree. No, there was nothing like the song going on, but they'd climbed a tree and were proceeding to hang out. You know, as boys do. They could see most of the campground from here and anyone walking by could see them if they looked up.

[OOC: Open! I fell out of a tree onto concrete once. True story. True broken wrist.]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The TV was blaring some infomercial about some stupid egg-cracking device because apparently cracking eggs was too hard for people.

Kyle, however, wasn't paying much attention to it. He was very, very wired from too much caffeine today and as such was highly strung and focusing on constructing a small town that looked a lot like Fandom (only with primary colors) with some Lego blocks he'd found in one of the storage closets.

There was room on the floor for plenty more buildings though.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

There was no word yet from home. Kyle had been hoping for a quick response to his letter tape that hey, there was a problem here, but nothing had come. There were plenty of reasons why. None of them helped his current situation.

Marcus was out there, somewhere amongst the lights and black patches Kyle could see from his place on the roof. It was only a matter of time before Marcus came looking for him. The question was whether he would kill someone in the process. Whether he was Marcus, somehow, or was just another terminator that looked like him, had weighed on Kyle's mind all night and all day. Common sense said to stay away from a machine until you had a chance to destroy it. But if this was Marcus, destroying him wasn't an option.

He needed more information and information wasn't something he could get sitting around here. Tomorrow, word from home or not, he would take action. For now, all he could do was sit and look out as the town settled down for the night.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Kyle didn't like the fog. He didn't like not being able to see what was going on around him. The result of that had been Kyle spending the week not straying from the dorms. The dorms were defensible, had clean enough air and supplies. Not that he was too worried yet, since it was just fog and the occasional weird story, but he always sized up where he was staying in terms of defensibility and supplies.

The TV was on in the background, just white noise at this stage, but Kyle wasn't paying attention to that. He was sitting and looking out the window, watching the dark. Anything could be out there in this visibility and that bothered him.

[OOC: Open all night, rather like Denny's, only without the grease and vague smell of pot.]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

It was sunny out, and the cold felt more like nearly spring to Rose than the middle of winter. And it was sunny out which is what she was really looking for. Sure, it'd be sunny all next week in the Bahamas and maybe she should spend her time packing instead, but the sun now was the point.

She stretched out on one of deck chairs, feeling the sun on her face. She was trying not to think about anything. Definitely not the past few weeks, definitely not wondering how it'd be to go back to living completely nocturnally again once she returned to Lissa, and definitely not what was going to happen with whatever understanding she and Dimitri had reached over the past few days.

Except as happened so often, between not actually doing anything and trying not to think about things, Rose found herself pondering all of them and paying less attention to the warm sun. She so needed to get up and find a distraction.

[OOC: Deck, open, no roof, all that, yes]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room. It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws. George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong. Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.

[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The sun wasn't even up yet, so Kyle wasn't sure if now counted as morning. He eventually decided it was close enough, which meant it was cereal time. And toast time. And Pop Tart time. And eggs time. The television was on with some show about psychic private investigators and the table in front of the couch had several plates and a jug of juice. Anyone would think he'd had a busy weekend or something with the way he was packing away the food.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Pretty much the best part of this week was that it was it was over. Also that there had been teddy bear samurai/ninha fighting in History today That was awesome.

Beyond that? Total loss of a week, and Rose was watching it go out to the backdrop of a Project Runway marathon.

...not that she was interested in the show of course. Just that there wasn't anything else on. Really.

[*mods the teevee omg as my sad lack of cable means I'm watching yesterday's ep today*]

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley was having trouble sleeping again. She'd tried everything. Counting jumping sheep, counting sheep jumping in a minefield, the usual sort of thing. None of it was working. So Hayley padded out to the common room in her bright pink pajamas (thank you, Elle).

She turned on the TV, only to discover late night re-runs of Vanessa Saturn. Wow, TV had change a lot since her time...

[[Open to one and all]]

[[eta: collapsing asleep now, folks. Will pick up SP tags tomorrow, if that's okay.]]

longislandiceme

Sooo... Bobby had gone down to Pizza Planet, with the intent of getting himself a six-topping pizza.

Unfortunately they'd misheard his order and he ended up with six one topping pizzas. So... now he had way too much pizza than was humanly possible for one teenage boy to consume. Which is why it was stacked on a table in the common room, so that anyone could have some.

Please. Have some.

Bobby really doesn't want to be stuck eating leftover pizza for the next two weeks.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Despite her smart-ass comments to Dimitri the other day, Rose was having trouble getting used to Fandom's daytime schedules again.

She found herself wide-awake in the middle of the night and not wanting to bother Morgana ~~if she was there~~ in their room so Rose made her way out to the Common Room.

Grabbing a bag of cookies, Rose flopped down on the couch and flipped the tv on. It ended up on a bad ninja movie, but she wasn't so much paying attention as she went over the events of the week again.

[Omg, I am so bored at work. Plz help.]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Worf stood on the roof looking out onto the island thinking about the events of the day and everything that had led up to it.

And granted his stoicism and gruff demeanor hid a good deal of his current emotional state, let's face it: Worf was emo.

Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.

[Open]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Okay, so Kyle Reese hadn't figured out that you have to wash clothes yet. Alice was kind enough to tell him outright to damned well do it, and so after putting it off for a while, he made his way down to the laundry room to see what this machine was that washed clothes.

It had started off simply enough. Clothes into the machine. Powder into the machine. Press a few buttons. Easy, right?

Easy, until the machine started bucking and spitting and jumping around. Reese dived for cover. "Damned machines," he hissed from his hiding place. The washer was overpacked, unbalanced and spitting suds and was, unfortunately for the unarmed boy with machine issues, bucking and frothing between Kyle and the door.

[OOC - So open.]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

One would think that after the bit on the beach with the nakedness and the staring, Rose would have learned to run far, far away from gremlins when they ventured near.

One would think.

Rose, however, was ~~special~~ too busy berating the gremlin for stealing her clothes in the first place to notice him coming closer, fangs bared.

Which was why shortly there after, Rose came rushing into the common room, her hair ~~fixed by little birdies~~ caught back in a ribbon and the long skirts of what looked like one of Morgana's dresses swirling about her ankles.

"Oh my! This is a terrible mess," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in front of her chest as she surveyed the Common Room. "We'd better clean it quickly before our little friends come home from the mines. They'll have had a long day's work, and they'll want their dinner."

A moment later, she was skipping around the room, wielding a duster and a mop and somehow managing to leave everything sparkly clean in her wake.It was probably the song that Rose was happily carolling that did it.

"Just whistle while you work
Put on that grin and start right in to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune
Just do your best and take a rest and sing yourself a song"

[OOC: It's been a Week. Crack is happy-making.]

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

Sleep-singing seemed to work up an appetite. Kyle, always knowing where the food was, managed to put together the makings of a big breakfast. If it was a breakfast food and cookable, chances were he had it. And if not? Well, he was happy to make bacon and eggs for anyone who stopped by. Or a sausage and egg burrito. There was salsa around here somewhere.

Kyle started working on the fire and found himself humming quietly.

[OOC - open to all who want breakfast and/or a song]

momslilassassin

Ben, not surprisingly to anyone who knew him, was hungry.

He'd managed to get the fire started without incident and was now cheerfully ~~burning~~ cooking some hot dogs and staring into the flames.

Meeting new people would be fun--that's why he'd put out extra food and had given the bugs some silent encouragement to bite people at a different fire--but Ben was hoping they'd come to him.

He glanced over at the nearby cabins hopefully, then made a face, dropped his completely charred hot dog into the fire, and tried again.

Ben was a terrible cook.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hungry

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

It had taken Alex all of ten minutes to pack and then unpack. Unpacking, in this instance, meant kicking his bag under his bed and leaving it there. Once that was done, he wandered down to the main campfire, a place he'd frequented during the previous trip to the cabins. Claiming a spot on the first night seemed like the right thing to do so he settled down, legs stretched out in front of him.

The clouds looked a little threatening but rain would only bother him if he lit a cigarette and had it go out. He'd just have to light another or something. Not like it hadn't happened before. For now, he'd take the warm, cloudy night and his last bit of relaxation before classes started again.

[open like the vegas strip!]

Current Mood: mellow

guardianborn.livejournal.com

At the picnic yesterday, Rose had discovered a major, major flaw in Zayne's planning skills.

Namely he didn't know the problems that would obviously occur if you went through SHARK INFESTED WATERS in a little boat.

Obviously there needed to be a showing of Teeth ~~Jaws~~ to correct this issue.

And that was what Rose was here to do. She'd found a copy of the movie and was making popcorn (the old-fashioned way cause the microwave was evil). Sure, she'd been promised snacks, but someone who had never watched Teeth might not know about the importance of popcorn.

[This was NEVER in the wrong place! *whistles*]

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