[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda was in a particularly jolly mood this eve. She had just gotten word that three of her favorite people were coming for the weekend. So she'd run out and gotten chips, and soda, and come back and slipped Rock Band: Greenday into the game system.

She was ready to just be silly and sing and dance. And if people came to join her, even better.

[Open!]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]
glacial_queen: (Winter Coat)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla had been surprised how easy it was to catch the little naked baby-things. Apparently, you only needed to stand outside with someone for a little while before attracting a horde to come and shoot arrows at you. After several near-misses, the leaders of the Magic Reserve had a number of them and a few ideas for today's meeting.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, jerking her thumb back at her shield, where the naked baby-things were milling about and pointing at the members of the reserves. They seemed quite good-natured about their captivity. "Today's activity is two-fold. The first thing we're going to do today is practice shielding. People are going to pair up and run from one side of the field to the other, trying to keep themselves and their partner from getting hit by an arrow, either by magic, ingenuity, or both. If you do get hit, the arrow won't hurt; instead, you'll find yourself madly in love for a few minutes, but it wears off quickly and we won't let you do anything stupid. That's a promise." Karla's mouth twisted a little. She really didn't like love potions, but at least with these little guys flying around, they'd all know what was wrong and why. "Which brings us to the second half of our meeting: dealing with friends when Fandom's whimsy affects their minds."

"It is probably best to make sure they are somewhere safe," Dolf tried. He was mostly lurking near Karla in hopes that that would help him stay out of the arrows' range. He was not fond of arrows. "Though sometimes that isn't possible. In that case you should probably keep them busy before they do something bad. This might sometimes be hard, so it is probably a good idea to talk about it, and to keep it in our heads at all times."

It wasn't strictly cowering what he was doing.

Tara wasn't cowering either, but the cupids got an askance look.

"And don't tease them about it, if they're sensitive," she suggested. "I get that it's tempting, but sometimes people just don't want to be reminded. Ever. I know it's tempting to film things, but I seriously think that's probably bad karma."

Even if it wasn't bad karma, it was still rude. Hilarious, but rude.

"Most of the time, people who are affected by Fandom don't try to do anything really crazy," Karla continued, "but people's feelings can be hurt or strain can be put on relationships and whatnot. An important thing to keep in mind is that those affected really aren't themselves and can't help it. Talking about things--either before or after an incident--may be very helpful, too. Open and honest communication usually is."

Glancing up at the shielded creatures, Karla nodded at the assembled members. "All right! Pair up and get ready to run!"

[Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer. OCD coming up]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda had decided to stake out the TV early, as there was an episode of Bordertown on and she didn't want to miss it. In doing so, she discovered a show called Don and Don The Adventures of Pete and Pete, and an import from New Zealand called Lost City School Atlantis High. She loved foreign TV shows. She already adored most of the ones she'd caught from Canada.

[Open!]
icecoldfrost: (girls' night out)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.


[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
There was reggae playing on the radio as Leda made sure her bike was in tip top shape. It was a shame that in a few months she'd have to leave it behind. She needed to find someone to give it to perhaps.

Speaking of which there was a bag of ungiven Christmas presents near at hand in case any of her friends stopped by. She planned on carrying it around till she found them all.

[Open post is open!]
glacial_queen: (Proud)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
The sixth floor had been transformed into a proper Winter Wonderland, complete with twinkling lights adorning the walls, and... snow?

Yes, snow. Inside. Don’t ask how it got here. Or why it wasn’t melting despite the fact that the room itself was a comfortable temperature. If someone did ask, the only answer they’d get was a mysterious smile from Karla and a slight waggle of her fingers. Whatever conclusion they wanted to draw from that was fine.

But it wouldn’t be a party without the food, of course, which is why there were several tables with all sorts of (vegetarian-friendly) snacks and drinks, and, yes, a cake. Made by Sookie and not either of the two people organizing this party. Which meant it was safe for human consumption. Speakers hidden behind fake trees were playing soft New Agey music, with a few instrumental holiday carols thrown in. Even some of the tinsel from yesterday had been saved and used to decorate.

Come in, relax, and help the birthday girl celebrate her first party in style.

[Bit of OCD coming UP! WHY DO I ALWAYS FORGET THIS? UGH.]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda's bike didn't require the same kind of maintenance that most bikes required. For one thing, it ran on magic, rather than gasoline. Also it didn't have an internal combustion engine in the traditional sense. Instead there was a rectangular object, roughly the size and shape of a cigar box wired and taped to the under carriage.

At least it had wheels now.

But it did require maintenance. Which was easier here were both technology and magic worked just as they were supposed to.

Leda had Christmas music (Transiberian Orchestra to be precise) on the seedy box as she checked for rust, oiled those things that needed to be oiled, and recharged the spell box.

[Open!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Perhaps the Gremlins had had a party the night before, and one of them had decided to sleep it off in her room. Who knows? The only thing that is certain is that when Leda rolled out of bed this morning she'd gotten a nasty surprise.

Just where the Gremlin had gotten the spoon that was nearly as tall as she was, we will never know. But now she stood at the table in the kitchen, staring at a bowl of cereal.

"Mah spoon is too big." She stared for a bit longer. "Mah spoon is too big!"

[Open! Silly hats only. I am the queen of France. This post brought to you by the family learning channel.]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda had made herself a workout playlist for her seedybox. Then she'd arranged some of the practice dummies around the room. Finally, turning on the music, she warmed up, and began beating on one of the dummies while occasionally using her magic to knock one or to of the others over.

Yes, in time with the music.

[Open! I can haz sparing partnur?]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is on the way up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
So, Leda figured that if she could use her magic to throw things or shove people, then she ought to be able to use it to fly. Or at least levitate.

She wasn't about to try jumping from the roof of the building yet of course. She was trying just a bit of hovering in the gym first. Okay just, push against the floor with her magic and-

*THUD*

"Fuck!"

*Whump*

"Owowowowowowowowow!"

[Open, natch.]
glacial_queen: (Sexy Over Shoulder)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
The Reserves were kind of fidgety today. Karla, at least, was filled with a kind of nervous energy that made it hard to keep still. This would be a nice break from her current state of constant near-exhaustion, if it hadn't come with all kinds of, well, emotional distractions. The kind that made it hard to concentrate.

Mostly--since we're all being honest here--because her libido was racing along faster than a NASCAR driver. And she didn't even get that reference. snipped for sexy honesty? )
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Halloween candy is really cheap after Halloween, as Leda had learned. There was a huge bowl full of goodies on the table, and several 12 packs of sodas in the fridge. And Leda was camped on the sofa watching her new favorite show, Bordertown. Only a few episodes in and she was getting hooked.

She had a lot of notes about the differences between the real Bordertown and the one on tv of course.

"Wooooooo!!" Leda suddenly yelled. Someone on the show had just mentioned Castle Pup.

[Open!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda felt that deep, wonderful exhaustion that one feels after a good work out. She'd spent the day working on her "quickdraw" so to speak. Several rocks in the preserve now sported slight marks of magical combat spells cast quickly. She felt she'd done rather well, now she just needed to work on precision. She'd warmed up by practicing saying certain spells very quickly, but articulately.

But now, she was relaxing on the couch, with a big cup of caf-pow, staring in shock at the television. Showtime was premiering a new show.

"And now, the world of 'Bordertown'."

"Fuck right the hell off." Leda gasped.

[Open like a common room.]
[identity profile] snarkyhealer.livejournal.com
It wasn't Shira's common room, but that wasn't stopping her from plopping herself down on a couch and flipping through the TV channels.

People could make her leave if they didn't want her there. The second floor was just more interesting today.

Even if what was on the television was even more boring, if possible, than anything she'd watched before.

[Open as common rooms are!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
The deck may appear deserted, but alert studentsmight notice a small girl peering over the edge from the bushes along the side.

She had figured out that she was not in Bordertown at all. Which did nothing for her peace of mind, though sleeping in the stables last night hadn't been too bad.

Now her stomach was growling once again. But she wasn't quite brave enough yet to venture into the town belowto scrounge for food.

[Open!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
This was not the bushes behind Castle Pup, where she'd gone to sleep. Last she remembered, the one called Mooner had left a plate of food out for her like he had done for the past month. There had been some kind of construction project going on. It had started shortly after she had made it abundantly clear that she would not be going into the building. Perhaps they had been building her a shack or something.

Florida didn't know where she was, or what was going on. But she was hungry. She had sneaked around the hallway until she found this room that looked like it might contain food. Those cupboards for instance.

The plan was to grab something to eat and run.

Clambering up onto the counter, she began to rummage through the top cabinets.

[Open!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda had been in her room attempting to write her coronation speech. She'd gotten as far as "I don't have any natural born right to tell you what to do, but neither do the Nobles" before she gave it up as a bad job.

Now she was playing a bootleg copy of a Broadway musical and singing along while making a pizza.

"Do you know what's worth fighting for..."

[Open naturally. And she of course is making enough pizza to share.]
[identity profile] snarkyhealer.livejournal.com
Shira still wasn't entirely sure about this place, but her Queen had wanted her to go here, so she hadn't argued. And she was even willing to give it a try, as strange as the place seemed.

She was sitting in the common room at the moment, having dug around in the cold box -- refrigerator, she thought it was called -- and come up with a can of something that called itself Pepsi. She'd tried it cautiously, found it sweet and sugary, and figured it wasn't so bad.

And now she was on the couch, watching the TV in fascination and horror.

[Open as common rooms are!]
glacial_queen: (Made Up)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party sadly. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. Please hold for OCD up!]
[identity profile] bamf-tastic.livejournal.com
Today, Kurt was blue and fuzzy. He also has a strange man handcuffed to him who had dragged him out to the campfire with chocolate and graham crackers and marshmallows.

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" the man yelled, waving. "Come say hi to Kurt!!!"

Kurt tried to hide behind his hands, and was just glad he'd managed to talk his image inducer out of doing this at the MAIN campfire. "Why are you doing this?!?!" he asked. "You're supposed to be disguising me!!!"

The image inducer poked Kurt in the chest. "No, what I'm supposed to be doing is enabling you to talk to people without one or both of you running away scared. Hence the s'mores."

"Enabling me to talk to people by disguising me!!!!" Kurt countered.

"Eh, I've heard it both ways. C'mon, be a good sport!"

[Open campfire is open!]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.



[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD coming up and this post is open!]
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
When the reserves group gathered for today’s meeting, they’d be met with... Well, they’d be met with Zack, stepping forward and grinning brightly at the lot of them, maybe bouncing on his toes for good measure. Hey, just because there was the possibility of new people didn’t mean he was going to try to be all serious about it. Zack didn’t do serious all that well.

“Hey, guys! Welcome to the first reserves meeting of the new term!” He nodded toward the table that was set up nearby. “Help yourself to the cookies if you haven’t already? We’re going to take it easy today before we get into the serious stuff again next week. Introductions and things like that, in case there are any newbies around, you know? Starting with us, of course. I’m Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. I specialize in working with swords,” like the absolutely massive one on his back, “and take on some of the most heavy missions that my job back home can hand a guy. Usually on my own.”

“Kennedy,” the girl who was about half his size and cradling a crossbow in the crook of one arm spoke up. “Potential Slayer, trained to fight demons and your standard supernatural baddies. Long story, ask me later if you want to know. I know swords, not as much as Zack does, and knives and a few other things, but my real favorite is this baby here. I’ve been working with crossbows for nine years.”

“Jak,” said the blond who looked like he both desperately needed a haircut, and didn’t care much about haircuts to begin with. He also had ears that stuck out... at least several inches and tapered off to a pointy end, and a chunk of metal strapped to his thigh. “Freedom fighter. I’m good with hand-to-hand, but my thing is shooting things. Or blowing them up.” He took said chunk of metal from his thigh, pulled another chunk of metal off his back and pressed the two of them together. The whole affair stretched out suddenly, assuming the shape of a gun with a large blue cartridge shoved in the back. “Any questions?”

[Open reserves are open to all! Co-written with the usual suspects.]
[identity profile] ostianbelle.livejournal.com
Asuna was feeling pretty energetic today but she still felt she needed a little more kick, Asuna entered the common room, looked around the cupboards, found what she needed and proceeded to brew a pot of coffee. After a few minutes brewing, Asuna poured herself a cup.

Mmmm... coffee!

(Open!)
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Barely taking the time to drop her things off in her room and change into more normal attire, Leda quickly made her way to the garage to unwind from her trip.

She sank onto the seat of her motorcycle with a sigh. "Hello old friend, did you miss me? I missed you."

Worst, vacation, ever.

[Leda is back from her trip home. Post is open.]
glacial_queen: (Sapphire-Jeweled Queen)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
There were two tables at the front of the meeting today. The first held the requisite snacks and drinks that people expected from their meetings, but the second was covered in skeins of silk, hollow wooden frames, a few small baskets of dried plants, some salt, candles, incense, and a few books.

"Kiss kiss and thanks for coming," Karla greeted when it looked like everyone had assembled. "In the past, we've talked about the different kinds of magic there are. My Craft differs from Tara's magic which differs from Raven's powers. But even a single witch or magic user may need many tools to cast the spells they know. Some spells can be accomplished with a thought or by will alone, others may need somatic and verbal components to be spoken aloud or specific hand gestures. And others still need materials. Again, because there are so many different kinds of magic, what materials are needed for a spell or ritual will vary from person to person and spell to spell--" she gestured to the second table "--but oftentimes, there is a bit of overlap."

"At home," Tara added, "you need ingredients for just about any spell, unless you, um, kind of go overboard with power. But that'll just drain you. And besides" -- she shrugged -- "most burning herbs smell kind of pretty. Helps you focus while you're chanting."

"Incense and candles also are sometimes a helpful aid for meditation," Raven said, "which can aid in focusing your powers, as can something like my chakra." She touched her fingertips to the red jewel on her forehead, then continued. "My healing gifts do not require any sort of spell components, but other spells I know do need some sort of object to focus them on, an item for the magics to be contained within." She swept her hair back so that the glow of her earrings could be seen. "These were originally simple gold earrings, but I have attached a spell of light to them. For the spell to be most effective, they had to be of pure gold and finely crafted. The better the quality of the item, the more powerful the spell."

"It's important to learn and understand some basic spell components," Karla continued. "On the one hand, if we're under attack and need to cast a spell, knowing what items are at hand will give you a better idea of what spells can be cast. Knowing the difference between rosemary and rue might be vital, especially if the magic user casting the spell can't be with you when you're collecting the materials for the spell. And, should you ever be in a position to observe an enemy spellcaster, it's good to know a little bit about what they're doing, too. Will knocking the candle over interrupt the spell or just alert the caster to your presence? If you scuff the summoning circle, will you send the evil demon back to its hell dimension or just let it loose on Fandom?"

These were some pretty important questions, okay? No one wanted to deal with ravening demons on the loose.

"So today, we're going to spend some time talking about some of the material components to our spells. Then, we're going to talk about where to find those components and the best ways to interfere with spells that rely on them."

"They kept telling me I'm not allowed to say that you'd find the stuff I use to make magic at 'Dite's," Emmett added with a grin. "So this is me not saying that, and just shutting up and listening this week."

[Co-written with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss. Please wait for the OCD is up and has been for awhile. *facepalms* Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ancientbschamp for pointing that out to me.]
puppy_fair: (Crouch and Grin)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
The Reserves members had been handwavily notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

Hey, Guys! )

[Open!]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Time to get in more practice. Scully had checked out the practice weapons available in the gun range, but was sticking to her own sidearm for practice.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[open!]
life_inshadow: ([neg] i hide behind my hair)
[personal profile] life_inshadow
In theory, Tara knew everyone who came to a Reserves meeting was her friend. That theory wasn't helping her case of the jitters about leading the meeting as much as she'd like. She couldn't look at the group as a whole, or at Kennedy, or at Karla, Raven and Emmett; she was sure she'd completely lose the ability to speak if she did. She settled for glancing between her notecards and a neutral point on the ground a few feet from the altar she stood beside as she spoke, talking slowly and softly so as to minimize the chance she would stutter.

Stuttering should have been the least of her worries. )

[OOC: Up early to maximize time for invisibility! Subthread for post-spell support and recovery here. Edit: Invisible people are free to move around the island, and will return to visibility when the spell breaks no matter where they are.]
puppy_fair: (With The Troops)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Today's meeting of the reserves was not being held in its usual place, no. People had been handwavily notified that the meeting was going to be held in the Danger Shop, and to meet there once the classes for the day were over so that they wouldn't be getting in anyone's way. It was kind of amazing how much stuff could be crammed into one room, wasn't it?

"Heya, guys!" Zack grinned and nodded to people as they filed in. "Today, we're going to be starting on practical runs of stuff that we've been talking about, all along. Unfamiliar and rough terrain, weapons that might be equally unfamiliar, stamina, agility, and that sort of thing."

"Which means," Kennedy contributed, no small amount of cheerful and eager herself, "welcome to the Fandom Gladiators triathlon, you guys. Not everybody's going to be awesome at every single stage of this thing, but that's kinda the point: figuring out what you need to work on, or what you want to get better at. So keep an eye out for that while you're on the course, and we'll be keeping an eye on it too."

"And try not to get killed." Look, Jak... tended to like it better when Torn handled the debriefing. "We've got guns. If you shoot yourselves in the foot, it's not our problem." Well... it technically was, but whatever. "We start training next week. And, uh..." Pause. "Good luck."
therewaslife: (→ | observant lean)
[personal profile] therewaslife
The cabins were a bit of a change. Bod wouldn't necessarily call them a bad change but they were going to take some getting used to. He still had his own space and his privacy but it was lessened now and he'd have to remember that. After doing some unpacking, he'd wandered out to main campfire and taken a seat, taking advantage of the overcast day. He really didn't need to end up sunburned on the first day even if he knew about Karla's sunburn salves now.

So, he was out there now, a book resting on one bent knee and back against one of the logs. He knew it wasn't much of a change from what he tended to do on quiet days but Bod saw no reason that a change in setting would mean a change in routine.

[Oooh, a campfire post! Open, of course!]
[identity profile] abitlegless.livejournal.com
It was quiet on the roof this morning. The plants waved gently in the breeze and all was peaceful.

Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.

They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.

Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.

Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."

[OOC: Open wheeee!]

Roof [Friday Evening]

Saturday, May 15th, 2010 12:40 am
[identity profile] pastmewrong.livejournal.com
The fact it was getting a little dark out up here wasn't the sort of things to deter Effy. She liked it, actually. It was comfortable, and besides, the roof was beginning to feel like an extension of her room, the amount of time she managed to spend up here doing absolutely fuck all. It was still warm, it felt like it was building up into some kind of storm, and damn she wanted to watch.

For once, she wasn't up here brooding, smoking, drinking or any of those other self-destructive habits she had and loved so much. Just leaning back and watching the sky to see where it would go.

[[It's a roof, and totally open!]]
momslilassassin: ([neu] studying)
[personal profile] momslilassassin
Ben was pretty sure that even Ender would draw the line at Ben trying to reconstruct a junk in their room, so he was down in the garage going through the spare parts Jaina had told him about and consulting the schematics he'd drawn up.

Most Earth-based boats wouldn't move as quickly as Ben was planning to try, for one.

He was certainly making enough racket to be heard from quite a distance away. Getting his attention might take a bit of work.

[OOC: Open!]
glacial_queen: (Shared grin)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. To keep talking )

[Please wait for OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Inspired by her French class today, Rilla had slipped into her room to pick up her copy of a Victor Hugo novel (in English. Her French wasn't nearly that good) and curled up on a sofa in the common room with the book, an apple and a cup of tea (which tasted a bit stewed. Rilla wasn't used to make her own tea).

This, she decided as she turned a page, was a marvelous way to spend the afternoon.

[OOC: Oh so open.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was not a fan of having his worldview rocked. He typically considered himself a very smart and rational human being.

Seemingly being dumped fifteen some years in the future was not a concept that gelled well with rational and scientific thought. It honestly made him feel like he was going crazy, no matter how much his conversation with Jacob had reassured him.

So Peter slunk into the couch, unable to concentrate enough to read. Instead, he flipped on the TV and proceeded to be horrified by the program that was on. Who thought it would be a good idea to film crazy new Jerseyians and put them on TV?

[ooc: Open common room is open!]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
If anyone needed Leda they could find her in the garden.

Making mud pies.
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[personal profile] bitten_notshy
Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
The plastic-covered snacks were once again under umbrellas today as the Magic Reserves met outside. Next to the table was a very large tub, covered with a bright blue plastic tarp from T&C's.

"Kiss kiss!" Karla greeted everyone as they assembled around the table. "Today, we're going back to different ways magic can be used to dodge or shield against attacks. Hopefully most of us will never need to know ways to avoid missiles flying at our heads and other various body parts, but as long as the island keeps getting attacked, we need to devote time and energy to keeping our skills sharp." She grinned. "Though no one said we can't have fun doing it."

"And what better time to break out a bit of fun than now?" Merlin asked, blinding people with his Irish-ness smiling far too much for someone only wearing a pair of swim-trunks. "Tony? Would you do the honors of starting us off?"

"Absolutely," Tony said. He flipped the tarp off the tub and called a balloon to his hand. Which he promptly threw at Merlin.

"Hey!" Merlin, so very kindly, responded the same way. Though his balloon was aimed at Karla.

Karla squealed. "I thought we'd agreed to gang up on Tony!" she protested, snagging the balloon with Craft and tossing it back at Merlin. Another flew out of the tub and raced towards Tony. "Have at!" she called to the rest of them. "Try to keep as many balloons as possible from hitting you!"

[OOC on its way! up!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
After last night, Leda felt the need to let off a bit of steam. That and her recent "incarceration" in the royal palace in Faery had been almost stifling. So she decided to make cookies.

The recipe was rather easy to follow once she figured out the measurements. Soon the common room was filled with the smell of freshly baked gingerbread men. And after a few words in elvish, tiny cries of;

"Can't catch me!" As one by one the cookies leaped off the cookie sheets and scampered off. This left more room to make more cookies.

[See this post for info on the cookies. They are moddable, and delicious. And they'll stop being animate once you catch them. Also this post is open.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]
[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com
Leda had pizza. And soda. There was enough to share if other people showed up, but they weren't there so much as an incentive, as a just in case.

She started flipping channels hoping for a movie or something, when she found this.

"I....really hope that's a joke." she muttered, before pouring some vodka into her pepsi.

[Open of course! There's refreshments.]
bitten_notshy: ([au] sketching)
[personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack Dawson had found Rose, which was the kind of good that went beyond words like good and well into what might be termed the supercalifragelisticexpialidocious territory. He still wasn't sure about this place -- the time travel stuff was just freaking strange -- but the people seemed like they'd be good people to be around, mostly. Nobody except Cal had been snotty to him. And of course, Rose was there. Nothing could go too bad when Rose was around. Maybe he could get a job and stick around until he saved up enough money to get up to New York.

But all of that was for later.

For now, he sat at one of the tables outside the dormitory building, half-smoked cigarette clenched between his teeth as he enjoyed the sunshine and sketched anything that caught his eye. It wasn't serious artwork, but it helped to pass the time.

[OOc: Open patio, natch.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla figured that she really out to try watching these Olympics things, now that she had a reason to care what was happening. She should probably figure out what 'curling' was, for example. Same thing for the 'luge.'

When she turned on the teevee, her attention was immediately grabbed by the ice dancing. Between this and hockey, Karla decided she could really get behind the Olympics. They kind of reminded her of home.

[Open, though will probably be slow.]
[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com
"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(wait for OCD plz! ocd up!)

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