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This had been the strangest day Harry had had since he was here, and he'd gone to the common room to decompress. Maybe watch something. Maybe talk to people.

And what happened was he decided he was gonna get on a broom and play Quidditch in the common room sooooooo there was that.

[Open!]

legionqueen

So thanks to one of the teachers at the school randomly offering to make her one, Juillenne just... had a prosthetic leg now. And true to Barry's word, it operated basically like a real one, sensation-wise.

And yet, here she was, flopped on the common room couch, aimlessly flicking through channels.

"Ugh," she complained, powering off the TV and flinging the remote to the other end of the couch. She sat there staring at the blank screen for a few moments, and then shook her head. "This is stupid," she said to Camden. It was then that something occurred to her. Last time she'd been this bored, she and Sabine had headed up to the sixth floor in hopes of finding a party. They'd not found a party, but they had found a... very strange room. Maybe the rest of the rooms were equally as strange?

But that was the sort of thing that was way better with company, so she texted Sabine asking if she'd be up for checking out if the sixth floor had anything interesting to show them today. And then a few other people, just for good measure.

[ooc: so, so open. feel free to mod a text or just wander by! minor ooc-free ocd so that people can get roped into the adventuring as RL allows because time is meaningless.]

sexy_giraffe

Well, Tahani wasn't sure why they were having makeovers on a roof unless it was to take windswept-looking pictures for afterwards but here she was with all of her off-season clothing, far too much makeup and hair things, and absolutely zero schnapps.

Schnapps, Eleanor? Schnapps?! There were not in a ski chalet, the only place it was ever acceptable to drink schnapps.

Tahani took a seat on a fold-out chair she'd found and flipped through her Instagram account looking for inspiration looks. It was so brave of Eleanor to ask for help!

[OOC: So open.]

gospel_of_oblivion

Warping the natural fabric of the Universe with magic was a responsibility and an honor and Illyana wasn't supposed to do it for selfish reasons blah blah blah.

Which is the only reason why she hadn't suddenly made it a gorgeous summer day over the entire island. Responsibility and shit.

She had, however, created an invisible dome over the deck. Any rain or snow blowing around would hit the outside of the shield and just slide away, and inside she'd brought the temperature up to a nice 75F. If you looked up, the illusion she'd laid on the inside of the dome gave you blue skies and a gorgeous summer day.

She could manipulate little pockets of reality. As a treat.

So here she was, sipping a fruit smoothie and reading a book. And every time some annoying bit of lugguage decided to drop out of nowhere, it recieved a bored "Yeet," and Illyana using magical TK to toss it into a portal to Limbo. Except for the big trunk that read 'Issues With Authority.' That one she was using as a footrest.

Illyana was perfectly aware of her emotional baggage, thanks. This was just rude.

[OOC: Totes open!]

unusual_sith

It was a little cold out, but that just meant wearing an extra layer. It was nice and sunny, so Lana was going to sit on the deck and compose her next report back home.

Well, eventually she was going to do that. In between just browsing the holonet on her comm to see what new political gossip there was.

[Open deck!]

howareyanow

There was a lot that could (and would!) be said about this weekend's particular brand of tom fuckery, but there was one thing that Wayne knew fer sure, and that was that ponies, no matter how much they were usually humans or humanoid, didn't belong indoors! Not unless that indoors was a barn, the case of which the dorms were definitely not, so after some well-to-do with the door and a bit of careful awkwardness with the stairs, Wayne finally made it outside, into the open air, and instantly felt better about it.

He s'posed it was a silly thing, to be concerned about, considering he was just as much himself as usual, only in pony form, but it just made him feel a little bit better that if the proper order of what body he was inhabitin' couldn't be in order, at least a simple fact like no ponies indoors could be, and that was that.

Although now he was sort of just squinting out over the landscape wondering just what one did with their newfound pony-ness in general...Mebbe go for a little trot. Go lookin' fer a little hay, or, if he was lucky...some barleh....

[[ open deck is open! ]]

lovethatjourney

Alexis had no idea why she had a peacock. And there'd maybe been a little shrieking at having a bird in her room when she woke up, but it'd been short, because as it turned out Preston was pretty cool, and chill.

Which was why they were hanging out in the common room watching whatever was on E! and snarking.

Totally normal scene here, folks.

[Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

As far as Sabine could tell, no one was currently living on the fourth floor, which meant maybe there'd be some privacy for a movie night in. Why bother roommates when you could just find your own space?

There was popcorn made and sitting on the table, and from her spot on the couch w she flipped through choices, Sabine asked, "What kinds of movies do you like, anyway?"

[For one, unless you have some reason to be on an empty floor!]

seriesofbaddecisions

On spring break there had been a conversation, and after working out the design, it was time to actually do it. So Sabine was waiting in the girls' bathroom, setting out the supplies while she waited for Lana.

Usually there wasn't a chair in here, but then she usually wasn't doing this on someone else.

[Expecting one but open!]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!

Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.

Oh, the scandal!

Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.

She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.

[[ ~~and take bets for how many times my computer crashes while I try to make ocd~~ none! it crashed none times! It's a Valentine's Day miracle! go forth and get weird with your hands, everyone ]]

howareyanow

Wayne had to admit, he was feeling pretty glad that he'd managed to get back to Fandom not only in time to squeeze in one last Monday morning breakfast before both the new semester and the new year (and, it should be noted, he was damn pleased to find out that the tradition had been upheld even in his absense, although, considering the thrill Nina got whenever she managed to 'steal' it from him, he wasn't too terribly surprised, but you didn't need to be surprised to appreciate something!). And, considering the circumstances, he felt it was pretty appropriate for the last Monday morning breakfast of the year and the semester to incorperate some of the weird space food Lana had gotten him for the holiday.

There was, of course, regular Earth food, too, fer anyone who might not like their pancakes blue or their eggs purple or their meat...relatively unidentified, but the point was, there were options, and, in a way, that's what made Wayne feel like it was particularleh fitting, when you got right down to it.

[[ open breakfast is open! With some SP for work warning, because who needs a consistent work schedule, anyway? not me, apparently! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine woke up looking pretty much like an older version of her little brother that she hadn't seen in over a year, so that was a thing.

She also woke up not able to fit into her clothes, and the armor was just out of the question. Luckily she remembered the existence of the clothing tree ~~that I totally had to look up~~ on the roof. So she was going to go up there in her sleep clothes and raid that sucker so she could go to class like a normal, uncomfortable person.

It was almost comforting that her hair at least was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

[Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne already got up at stupid o'clock in the morning, out of habit more'n anything else, since it wasn't like he had a whole lot of chorin' to do around here, but he'd gotten up just a bit earlier than usual to prep for this week's breakfast. He'd gotten that bug in his brain about maybe mixing things up a little bit, and the omelettes he'd make as he went along, but the quiches he was planning on making would take some doing, and he wanted to make sure they were ready by the time people usually started showing up for breakfast.

Sometimes, it was okay to make some alterations to tradition; helped keep it from getting boring. But it had also been pointed out to him that some things shouldn't be deviated from, and he couldn't agree more, so there were also plenty of pancakes on the way, as well. It officially couldn't be Monday Morning Breakfast without pancakes.

This time around, though, he was taking some of those rainbow sprinkles you put on ice cream and sprinkling them onto the pancakes as he poured them, to make them fun and colorful. Sure, Nina might not have appreciated the purple pancakes as much as he'd thought she might, but Delirium had, and so the sprinkles were mostly for her.

So there.

[[ oh, if it's breakfast, it's open ]]

unusual_sith

Delirium had said there were cartoons on Saturday mornings, and they seemed like an interesting thing, so Lana had commandeered the TV to try watching a few. In case anybody else showed up, she made a pot of coffee and a kettle of hot water for tea. She was drinking the latter, with proper blue cream, and eating something that claimed to be cereal, but seemed more like sugar in a bowl (the milk for that had started white, but it was now a multicoloured mess).

So if anybody were looking for the Sith, they'd find her watching Looney Tunes (and a few other things) in her pajamas and eating Lucky Charms.

Totally Sithly.

[I was inspired. Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had just wanted dinner, and she couldn't find the leftovers she'd stashed in the fridge. Maybe someone else didn't know what the starbird symbol on her stuff meant, or maybe a gremlin stole it, or maybe someone just pushed it waaaay back there somewhere.

Anyway, this had led to a search of the fridge, and the freezer since she might as well, and at this point it was something of an excavation.

She had a trash bag and was tossing the things that looked just so expired, unrecognizable, or downright evil. At one point she pulled out a container and studied the label, asking, "Who's Rory Gilmore?"

[That's right, it's a second CR in one day like it's 2010 or something. Following up on a post I apparently promised to make in 2014. Open!]

howareyanow

Wayne supposed he probably could've done a better job at tellin' the new kids about Monday morning breakfast. There weren't much he could do about it now, though, except maybe hope that the girls had managed to spread a little bit of it by word of mouth, and trust in the ventilations system in here to take all those delicious aromas of a homecooked meal and spread it conveniently through the halls of the dormitory building. It'd be nice, to have some new faces join in on the tradition, realleh, so maybe he'd have to try to mention it if he wound up talking with any of them through the week, especially with classes and everything.

The fact that everything he'd picked up yesterday that he'd need was still there and exactly as it should be was a bit of a relief, and Wayne got to work, making sure each and every pancake was the fluffiest, that each slice of bacon had just the right amount of crisp, that there was more than enough coffee ready to go in the pot, and that there were more'n enough eggs to make however a person might like 'em...though he felt an odd reluctance to make too many of 'em sunny side up.

And so it was breakfast time, a good hearty meal to get yer day...and yer semester...started!

[[ and it's open, of course!!! ]]

meepmeepmeep

Right, so there was a food video that had been viewed 20 million times and was, sure, probably a crime against humanity and definitely a year's worth of calories, but it was also a Challenge and let's be honest, without shenanigans to set up this week, Beaker had way too much time on his hands.

So here he was, preparing to make barbecue chicken quesadilla pepperoni pizza pie wedges...deep-fried.

Shuri had come in as he was preparing the chicken and had already started filming this for Science. She was also taking bets on what would catch fire first, if anyone wanted in...

[OOC: Had to. Come give Beaker his big send-off before he goes off to become Dr. Honeydew's hapless assistant!]

howareyanow

Wayne was very pleased to find that everything seemed to be as he left it in the fridge for breakfast this morning; in general, he'd been using that consistency as a guage for what kind of week they'd be having, though he knew it wasn't exactly a perfect method. It seemed good enough, anyway, to indicate that he'd at the very least have a good Monday, and he figured, around here, that was pert'near all you could ask for.

He wound up with another Monday without classes for this session, too, so he was ready to get up, check his fights on hockeyfights.com, and then get at 'er, sticking with the usual breakfast fare of pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee and juice because, 'round here, it felt good to just sort of stick with something consistent when you could, since who knew what he'd have to go and improvise with the next week?

So far? So good.

[[ wayne is very upset with me right now because I seriously almost forgot about this this morning, lol. Open breakfast is open, as always! Come and get it! ]]

howareyanow

Breakfast might have been a little later that Monday, on account of the fact that Wayne hadn't exactly woken up in his bed that morning but, oh, y'know, somewhere out in the wilderness where he'd been taking down larger-than-usual human-faced rodents with his bare hands and teeth for the better part of the weekend, but there would still be breakfast. Heck, there'd still likeleh be breakfast even if Wayne had gotten up that morning and still had all those teeth and claws and horns and whatnot, because it was tradition.

And you don't fuck with tradition. Not even as a terrifying mutant monster version of yourself.

But it didn't really matter now, now, did it? Because Wayne wasn't a terrifying mutant monster version of himself, Wayne was just his usual version of himself now, only in black-and-white, it seemed, like the rest of the world, which he wasn't sure if was some side-effect to his brain being all bad all weekend, or if it was just a thing the island was doing, and he was really wondering how he could actually test all of that, because it was going to bother him until he knew fer shure.

Food in the fridge, though, that was a good sign for the week, and it gave him the chance to whip up his usual breakfast stuff, with maybe a bit more and bit stronger coffee than usual, and he was really hoping people were hungry this morning because he just really wanted to sort of rub it in a little.

Because he said it was just a bug. And from where he was standing, he'd been right.

One hell of a bug, sure, yeah, okay, he'd give you that. But just a bug, all the same.

[[*allows boyos to take over third floor public spaces, innocent whistles* open breakfast is open as always! ]]

howareyanow

It would just stand to reason that today was different, wouldn't it, what with how every Monday seemed to bring something new to this weird little place that left Wayne wondering a bit if something was just constantly being slipped into his morning coffee? So, just like nearly every Monday before this one, Wayne wasn't about to fuss too much about the bigger details quite yet, and he was mostly going to be glad that, when he went to the common room to get started on breakfast and opened the fridge, the food was back and, in general, he felt like that meant it was going to be a pretty good week overall.

This whole Monday morning breakfast tradition he'd gotten going, he realized, was not just about getting a good start to your day with making the most out of the most important meal of it. It almost seemed as if getting a good start on Monday morning breakfast was like getting a good start on whatever the week as a whole had in store for them.

And he liked that thought. A little bit of pondering and reflection was a pretty solid accompaniment to bacon'n'eggs.

And pancakes, too, of course.

[[ open breakfast is open! *obnoxiously rings triangle*]]

howareyanow

Wayne was starting to wonder why he even bothered going shopping for what he'd need for Monday Morning Breakfast anymore, when it seemed that the island was just going to decide to do fuck-all with it and he'd have no idea what sort of options he'd be walking into. He did realize, though, as he opened the fridge in the common room and let out a low rumble of a disapproving growl, that he could pretty much tell what sort of week they were gonna have based on the contents therein. The cupboards weren't looking too great, either. Slim pickings, this morning...

Welp. He'd just have to make do, trying to think of a good way to stretch just a little, so there was an attempt made to liven up some instant oatmeal a bit and he felt he could stretch out some pancake batter pretty well. There was a block of some pretty frosted over pork sausage tucked way into the back of the freezer; not the best option, but it'll have to work...

Not his best breakfast, by a long shot, and that sort of made him a bit cranky, even if he figured it wouldn't be all that bad considering the state of everything else. That just sounded like an excuse, though. Wayne didn't much care for settling on 'not that bad.'

The worst part of it, though, was the fact that all they seemed to have for syrup was Mrs. Buttersworth. Because that didn't just seem like an Island Thing. That one felt personal.

[[ open breakfast is open! They're messing with my work schedule again these next few weeks, so SP's the play fer me until later, but BREAKFAST ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Today had been a busy day for Vette. There had been classes, work, visits to her boyfriend at work, and, oh yes, secretly and frantically organizing a surprise birthday party for Nina. Sidon and Prompto had been tapped in for getting-supplies-and-decorating duty with Prompto portalling to Mainland 1.0 to get a proper cake and decorations. Nuclear wastelands, after all, were a little slim on party supplies.

Vette, meanwhile, was going to use that fact to her favor after sending out a text to basically the whole student body (minus Nina) announcing the where and when and why of the party in question. She cornered Nina before she could venture into the common room, and then presented her with one of the cookies liberated from her snack drawer, with a candle on it.

Since, you know, nuclear wastelands didn't really have cake.

There had been a cute little birthday song that Vette made up on the fly (she'd had Miss Dozy assist in singing it, which mostly meant waving a little naked cat around in the air while singing about getting older but no more mature), and then Vette had gasped.

"Nina! I forgot the milk!"

You couldn't have a birthday cookie without milk.

And that was how Vette managed to drag the birthday girl to the common room for a surprise party, wasteland or none.

[OOC: Post open for all students! If you think you got a text, you got one! If you want to just wander in to the siren smell of pizza, that's good too!]

howareyanow

There was, that morning, a low, disgruntled humming sound emiting from deep within the throat of the young, broad-shouldered man stooping slightly to peer into the refrigerator that seemed to no longer hold any of the fine produce and ingredients that he had picked up for Monday morning breakfast anymore, but instead held a lot less and nothing that seemed particularly appetising.

Least of all because Wayne got this distinct feeling that things had changed again, and, really, now, if you were going to be a weird island with things like aliens and talking cats and dogs and magic and whatever the fuck else, it seemed that the least you could do was just stay the same type of weird for a while instead of going and mixing it up and giving everyone fucking whiplash all the time. It just seemed impolite; get your shit together, island. Clean it up.

The cabinets didn't seem to fare much better, though he did find a few bags of potatoes and an exorbitant amount of potatoes (not very good potatoes, really, they were some of the saddest potatoes he'd ever seen, but they'd do) and canned gravy in there.

And if a good old Canadian country boy like himself couldn't make do with potatoes and gravy (and some mystery meat, too), well, then, he might as well just turn in his citizenship right now, pack up, and move on out to El-Laaaay to go eat tah-cos and go hiking, fuck.

[[ /monday spam! Open common room is open, it's breakfast, it's tradition noooooow!]]

howareyanow

If anything particularly different was going on outside right now, Wayne didn't know about it yet and he'd mostly convinced himself that he didn't care, because it was probably weird and he was just better off going about his day as normally as he could.

And that included the traditional Monday morning breakfast. This would be his third week in a row; he felt that made it an official tradition, and he had no intention of fucking with tradition. Since Vette missed it last week, crepes were back on the menu, with all the fixins, as well as the eggs and sausage and bacon and all that other good stuff as one might expect out of a nice breakfast like this.

Sure, there'd been that brunch yesterday and all, but who ever really got sick of breakfast food in the morning, anyway? Not anyone Wayne would likeleh want to know, that was for sure.

[[ he is a creature of habit, through and through. Open! Breakfast is seeerved! ]]

howareyanow

Well, now, this weather put a bit of a damper on Wayne's vague plans of possible having a Burning Bush Party tonight to take care of that glittery shirt, now, wasn't it? Not that he'd been expecting much, considering he didn't have anyone's Facebook (and fuck Facebook, anyway), and the talking cat had suggested he make flyers if he wanted to let people know, but fuck if he was going to make flyers. He was just going to head out into the woods, maybe get a bonfire going at that old camp ground he remembered passing during his quote-unquote-Wilderness class, have a couple beers, a couple smokes, and if that was it, well, then, that didn't seem like a bad night. If anyone else happened by with pert'near the same idea, then that would work, too.

Not good bush party weather, though. Not good weather for anything much but crops, realleh, but if Wayne was going to allow himself to be cooped up inside for much longer, he was going to get a little stir-crazy. Seemed to be space enough out here on the deck where he could stand underneath something and have a dart without getting wet, though, so that was good enough for him.

Not much to do, realleh, but there was fresh air. Beat just stickin' in his room, dicking around on his phone all day. But if it stayed this quiet, he might wind up doing a little bit of that. Pull up the good ol' hockeyfights.com, and there's an afternoon well spent.

[[ open deck is open, of course! *mods plenty of overhangs and dry space or whatever, idk, why not?* ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine just wanted to get away from people for a while, and rather than going out to the warehouse, she decided to head on up to the sixth floor common room. No one was ever up there, so why not?

What she found was a party setup. This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled onto one of these things, and on a week like this she wasn't sure she trusted it. So she took a picture of the setup and sent it to the other students with a message, I think the sixth floor did it again?

She realized belatedly that this was of course probably going to bring people in here when that was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted. Look, she was not firing on all cylinders this week. She couldn't even seem to pick up the Coke bottle that may or may not have been stuck to the floor, but still spun if you hit it. Interesting.

[LOOK. Look. Our students are too good, and this is a good week to fix that. Open party, up early for SP!]

unusual_sith

There were a lot of things Lana should be looking up and learning about - this "prom" thing, some of the local sites that might be interesting, even Jedi diplomacy back home (she was really wondering after class today). Instead, she had ordered Chinese food (and naturally gotten enough for at least eight people) and settled in in front of the TV.

All it wanted to show, for some reason, were local food shows. Especially one about a man who went to different celebrations everywhere and ate very odd foods. It was oddly fascinating.

Hey, even a Sith needed a vegging evening sometimes.

[Open common room! Come eat the food!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine didn't really veg. Usually she had something to do instead of just sitting in front of the TV, but every once in a while she just felt like it. The plan for tonight was to sit back, make some popcorn, and find something dumb to watch, like a normal teenager.

Step two was where things got iffy. She knew she put popcorn in the microwave, but when she opened the door again, what she got was a little plate of mini cupcakes.

At this point she figured she'd get the same result but decided to try again just in case, and this time got a bowl (that she had not put in there) of caramel (which was not correct) popcorn (yes good).

"I don't get it," she said, and took both... desserts? to put on the table for people to take while channel surfing.

[Idk what's with me this week. Open!]

unusual_sith

She'd woken up this morning, slipped into meditation with the ease of long habit, and in the course of quieting her mind realized she didn't know why she was doing it. Or where she was. Or who she was.

It probably should have been more frightening, but she was getting no sense of danger, only confusion.

There was another girl in the room with her, but she decided to let her sleep. Keeping calm, she let a feeling of rightness draw her out to a room down the hall from where she'd woken up, where there were an old-fashioned refrigeration unit and cooking surfaces.

"Well," she said aloud to no-one, "There's no reason to tackle this on an empty stomach."

Eggs. She could cook eggs, even if they were all white.

[Open common room! Amnesiac Sith making breakfast!]

white_oleander

So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually did wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.

She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just knew where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "Monday Night, Sixth Floor" on the other.

Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.

She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....

[[ small ocd ~~incoming~~ is up! open party is open! ]]

unusual_sith

It was a quiet day today, so Lana went to the common room and got some tea, then set up the new laptop computer she'd just acquired and started looking up things.

Including how to get the thing to do some things it apparently didn't. Honestly, why was all the display technology here so...flat?

The TV was on in the background, but she was ignoring it.

chirpchirpchirp

Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

[OOC: Open!]

unusual_sith

Lana got back from the library and went into the common room to get some tea.

And stopped.

There were a number of pizzas on the tables around the room, still hot, with nobody around them. By the time she'd made her tea and found something to watch on the television (some documentary about spying during World War II), there was still nobody there, so she shrugged and took a piece.

Apparently tonight was a pizza night?

[Open common room!]

meepmeepmeep

A few hours after the glacier and the monsters went motoring off into the distance, the power came back on all across the island.

The generators would take some more time. Sorry, folks.

A fully equipped hot chocolate bar and a variety of holiday cookies had sprung up in all of the common rooms (an island apology), which was a good thing when a frigid, danced-out Beaker arrived back upstairs.

It was a shame that the sound system wouldn't stop playing the Cha-Cha Slide, but some things couldn't be fix, apparently.

[OOC: Celebratory party! Come in and have Coffee Crisp hot chocolate!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Hanging out in a common room had been a much better option than hanging out in a dark room by herself, especially once Sabine showed up and found the fireplace going. Maybe it'd be smarter to sleep out here tonight?

In the meantime, though, it was definitely important to go through the fridge and make sure anything was going to go bad fast got out and eaten, right? So if you wanted an excuse to eat cold pizza and ice cream in front of a fire, here it was!

[Open!]

white_oleander

Astrid had ~~handwavily~~ spent almost the entirety of her Thanksgiving down in the pool, so perhaps she'd missed it, but she didn't recall anyone making or bringing in nearly as much food as to create the sheer amount of Thanksgiving-related leftover that seemed to be in the fridge right now.

Not that she was going to complain, of course. Easy access to food was one of the first things she took to liking about this place, and since there were no names on anything and she highly doubted anyone would miss it if she took some for herself, she made a plate, popped it in the microwave, and went to sit at the table with a book to distract her between bites, thinking that this was probably the most Thanksgiving-y Thanksgiving meal she'd ever really had before.

[[ ubiquitous "please save me from work but now that I posted something I'll probably get busy" post is open! ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

One thing that came easily for a race that lived to be hundreds of years old was patience; no need to rush into things when time stretched so long and languid. Still, Sidon had always been a bit different from other Zora in that respect, considered quite impulsive and restless for his kind. And the last week...a week! Such a small unit of time, barely a blink in the grand scheme of it all, and yet, and yet...had certainly felt like a true test for what his limited patience was capable of. He supposed it was a good thing, too, in the long run, that fate had made it that he and Vette's paths did not cross often during the regular course of these weeks; if they did, he didn't know if he could hold himself back and give her the space and time that he felt she needed. Even the things he did to occupy himself through the week--his classes, his work, his training, getting in as much swimming as he could before the inevitable onset of his dry, oceanless winters here--seemed less like distractions and more like inspirations, filling his head with a million different things that would be incredibly difficult not to just bombard her with the next time he saw her.

He was going to insist on that swimming lesson, at the very least; that much he decided, because it also had the benefit of being practical and necessary and also on a deadline, since they didn't have many good outdoor swimming days left.

Or enjoyable, comfortable outdoor days left in general, for that matter, which was why Sidon was planning to spend as much time outside as he could before the weather became unbearable. Today was nice, though, with a cloudy cover that gave him the hope for rain, so he would be loathed to spend too much time inside.

He wasn't doing much more than just standing there, enjoying the fresh air and trying to sort through all the thoughts he'd been putting aside throughout the week, but that was typically what Zora tended to do with all that time they had, anyway.

[[ open deck is open! with work-related slowness that I'm guaranteed to need distraction from ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

There was still some stuff to do for the dance- the trip had really cut into creating some of the pieces- and so Sabine had set things up this evening to finish them up before tomorrow. There were newspapers set on the floor and supplies and paints-mostly blues- set up, and she wouldn't hate help here.

So she sent a text letting some people know where she was, and even if no one showed up she was still pretty happy.

[Feel free to get the text or just walk in, supplies and pieces are moddable. Look, it's an easy way to blue yourself!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Once again, Sabine's stuff had gone missing, and she'd decided it was the day to actually look through the common rooms and see if it was somewhere there somehow. And once she got to the sixth floor, a floor she wasn't even sure she'd realized they had, she found a party set up. There was food, there were drinks, there was music going, there were even vaguely partyish decorations strung up.

But no one was here, and she looked around before getting out her phone and sending a group text to the dorms: Did someone throw a party on the sixth floor and forget to tell anyone? Because there's one waiting up here.

So, maybe she'd wait for people and see if they knew what was up? And anyway, there was free food and drink, so she went to grab a soda, and spotted a familiar symbol on a cap. "Hey, this is mine."

[I Never party! Text sent to everyone who wants it, open to all students!]

hashtag_chocobro

Truth be told, Prompto was a little afraid of the dark, which might make it seem a little weird that he'd go up to the roof that evening, as the darkness was just settling in, but there was one thing he'd come to realize about this place, something he should have figured with it not even being on Eos or anything, and that was something he found a little unbelievable and absolutely amazing.

This place had no daemons.

He'd practically ran back to the dorms through the streets of Fandom that first time after his shift at the C.I.C. was over. Sure, the streets were lit well enough, but way out here, without any walls to protect him, he had no idea what to expect. He took his time a little more earlier this week, no one had mentioned anything about being caught in the dark late at night, could this place really not have any?

He figured the roof would be a great place to really scope out any dark places to avoid; if it turned out to be unsafe, he could duck back inside quickly enough, no problem. And if everything was fine, if his theory was right, then he'd get to spend the evening doing something he'd never imagined himself able to do: kick back and look up into a night sky full of stars.

"Amazing!"

It was the little things in life, right?

[[ open! m'boy here was feeling left out, so it's Prompto time! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Yesterday Sabine had gone shopping, marked all her stuff with her symbol because even if it didn't keep anyone from stealing it if she ever saw it she'd know it was hers, and put everything away.

Today she went into the fridge to get a soda and...

"Come on, it hasn't even been a day!"

She was going to have to start making booby traps.

[Open CR!]

always_someone

So, it had come up in conversation last week that Sabine either didn't like or just hadn't really been exposed to any horror movies. Which had kind of surprised Norman - not liking them was one thing, but it was hard to envision a life without ever having seen one before, given just how much of his own life had been spent parked in front of the television watching them himself.

So today, he'd ordered Chinese food (and apparently Ching Tai had messed up the order and sent him triple portions of everything), hauled out his movie collection, and made his way to the third floor common room, where he was perusing his options.

Well... there was Zombie Nation, Lonesome Dead, Doc Zombie, Brain Eater, Space Zombies, or the classic, My Baby Was a Zombie...

Norman grimaced a little as he looked the selection over.

"I really am Gothy Spice."

Sigh.

[OOC: Open common room! Links contain minor cartoon gore on movie posters that are totally ParaNorman canon.]

not_of_the_nora

The weather had gotten drearier over the past few weeks, and that suited Aloy just fine. Too much sunshine wasn't good for the land - regardless of what the people of this time did to keep the food and drinks flowing freely.

No, a rainy morning was fine. She'd been tinkering on something that might be a step towards plugging herself into the portal system for a while now. She took the device, a mess of wires and two skillfully autopsied phones, and sat down with it on the porch.

Her Focus was on, showing her a multitude of facts about the device she was working on, and helping her block out the world.

Tinker, tinker...

[[ open! ]]

hourtohour_notetonote

"Yes, Mom, I promise that I'm eating breakfast. Most important meal of the day, I know." Simon propped his phone against his shoulder and shifted his pizza boxes to one hand, leaving his other free to open the common room door. "And lunch, and supper. The food's actually pretty okay, and there's a bunch of places in town, too."

... Not that Simon had explored much yet, but he forgave himself for taking a week of mostly only leaving the room for classes while processing the fact that the island was... what it was. He still didn't have answers, but he was pretty sure he could face the weirdness at this point.

"I'm totally making friends! My roommate's awesome. Tip's really had some great advice for getting my feet under me here. And the school assigns 'big siblings', too, to show us the ropes."

He dropped the pizzas onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, reaching for the TV remote. "Love you, too, Mom. Look, I've gotta run, okay? I promise, I'll call again later this week. Uh huh, uh huh. Tell Dad and Nora I love them. Bye, Mom." ... "... Bye, Mom." ... ... "... BYE, MOM."

Simon chuckled to himself as he ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket before lifting the lid of the first box of pizza and grabbing a slice.

There was plenty for everyone, because Simon figured: what better way to make friends than with food?

seriesofbaddecisions

After class and training, Sabine had gone and done some shopping, then put everything away in the common room kitchen, putting her firebird on all her stuff in marker. Not that she didn't trust you people, but she didn't trust you people. Her entire plan for the night going forward was very much that of a teenager left on their own: ice cream for dinner and trashy TV.

And then when she looked up from grabbing a spoon, she spotted the gremlin on the counter.

She froze, waiting to see what it was going to do. She'd gotten thicker gloves since dealing with the bitey things at Hera's, so she was probably okay, but she wasn't positive.

The gremlin, meanwhile, also froze, waiting on her.

Sabine backed away slowly, with her spoon and ice cream, and slowly backed away towards the couch, eyes on the gremlin the whole time. It didn't move the entire time, and she sat down without any problem.

She was still looking back occasionally to make sure the gremlin was right where she could see it, though.

[dorms two days in a row! Open CR!]

unusual_sith

Lana had settled in, gotten the lay of the land, and gone shopping for clothes. Now she was sitting on the deck attached to the dormitory and meditating, determining her first impressions of the place and people and what it all meant.

To anyone not Force-sensitive, it would probably appear she was kneeling, her head bowed. To anyone Force-sensitive, well, there was a well of feeling around her, hatred and fear strong as she worked on connecting to the local currents.

This might take some time.

[OOC: Open deck!]

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