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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!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was baking.

Not only was he baking because he wanted to provide something delicious and freshly baked for the inhabitants of the dorm, but he wanted to bring a set of a very specific kind of cookie to work with him tomorrow for his boss.

The cookie was a favorite, of course, but more specifically, it was the first cookie that he'd ever made with Miss Lulu: a rather naughtily named confection of chocolate and hazelnut which had provided more than one laugh over the, goodness, two years or so since he'd come to the Island. And now she was back, Miss Lulu, and Liir could scarcely think of anything else.

Makejoy was just chuffed that Liir seemed to be out of his funk.

[open as a common room is + chocolate and hazelnut cookies!]

azuldragon.livejournal.com

Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use questioning it. The island turned her into a man, providing a fireplace was nothing to its incomprehensible magic.

She walked to the fireplace and with a flick of her hand ignited the logs.

The fire burned blue until she was satisfied the room was as warm as she wanted. Azula smirked, perfect. She released the fire and the blue flames faded into the normal weak orange color.

She prepared tea and after steeping the tea Azula sat down and drank. She could tell this was going to be a strange day.

(Open!)

Current Mood: annoyed

onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com

Hayley Fitzpatrick was baking again. This time, she was making a cake. A cake that apparently caused a minor flour explosion and more than a few broken eggs on the ground when she'd attempted to juggle them.

Hayley was not a trained juggler, no. But she found that she was able to catch onto the basic idea pretty fast.

But now, she was shoving her chocolate concoction into the oven, and staring at the mess about her.

"...I wonder if I can get away with not cleanin' this," she said, wiping her hands on her jeans. She... looked quite the mess, with chocolate, flour and the like spattered on her white t-shirt, jeans, and exposed skin.

So instead of cleaning up, she went to go sit down and watch some TV. She found an episode of Bitter Woman on and decided to watch.

[ooc: Open!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

A little cold wasn't going to keep Alex from spending time on the damn roof. It was the quietest (unless there was someone interesting up there to talk to) place to smoke and it'd given him some pretty good memories. Cold just meant he had to wear a coat. Problem easily solved.

He also decided that he had every right to complain about the cold since he was out, spending time in it. It was his logic and he liked it.

Besides, once he'd situated himself against the wall of the roof, blocking out any of the wind, it wasn't that cold. Once he'd lit the cigarette, it felt even less so. Until it started fucking snowing, Alex wasn't going to wimp out and smoke inside. He was stronger than that.

[our systems are borked so i'm bored. open roof, of course!]

Current Mood: calm

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan and Liir were in the common room with their cakes from cooking class yesterday. There was also eggnog and hot chocolate.

A selection of holiday movies rested on top of the television.

"What should we watch first?"

[open to all who wanna hang and watch Christmas movies. Posted early because I will be AFK for a good chunk of the evening but I'll tag before and after!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had considered doing his work in the common room kitchen, but he'd come to enjoy the space and the utilities available up on the sixth floor.

...plus Makejoy really liked to wander around and sniff at the newly renovated floors, the new furnishing, and all the different things while he worked, which was a lovely distraction whenever he was doing something that didn't require too much of his attention.

Today's work was caramels, something he'd only really done once and even then as more of an experiment than anything. Swirling them with other things, covering them with chocolate, flavoring them with liquor; some of them came out well, while a few of his experiments just hadn't quite panned out. Either way, the sugary sweetness on the air was almost as satisfying as twisting the wax paper around the best results.

[open and HI BACK AGAIN]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Usually, Liir made a point of doing this sort of thing in private.

For one, he wasn't much for spreading around how he felt or making others tolerate him when he was in a less than cheerful mood. For another, Makejoy was usually a rather good cure for any unpleasant emotions; it was nearly impossible to feel melancholy for any length of time when you were constantly being pounced to the bed and licked all about the face. Lastly, there was the sky, which was one of the few places where he could really be alone unless someone else happened to be flying.

Today, however, he was on the roof. And, to be utterly frank, he was doing something that looked very much like moping even if he'd insist he wasn't. After all, hadn't he done this already? He'd done it twice, in fact, which was more mourning than Elphaba Thropp really needed, if you asked Liir.

That didn't mean that he wasn't on the roof, fingers ticking through the brush and flowers of his broom, staring out at nothing at all. It just meant that he'd probably blush furiously when and if he was interrupted in doing so.

[open to the sky and to pinging!]

Current Mood: blah

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

There was hopefully no way that Ino could begrudge Cal having her party a day late, especially since it was a far cry from being a day short. The food he had planned caused him to get some use out of that sixth floor kitchen and space, and he'd been to the task ever since he finished with Oceanography class in hopes to get it finished before everyone started showing up. If they did. He'd ~~handwavily because the mun sucks~~ passed out the invitations through everyone's door, but who only knew with the drama of yesterday.

If no one showed up, he'd have to deal with a pouting Ino. But, on the bright side, he'd have all this delicious Greek food for leftovers basically until eternity, because there was a lot of it.

He'd even decorated a little, subtly, with some occasional touch of purple. And a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO!" banner in case anyone couldn't figure out what it was all about. Throw on some music, and there it was. There was nothing to the party part. It was mostly about the food, anyway.

Oh, and Ino. Her, too.

[[ up early for great SP justice! Everyone got invites, so come one, come all, ~~but please wait for~~ some OCD has arrived! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah got to the gym earlier than she'd ~~*handwavily*~~ told Liir, put her gear down by the wall, and went to practice her TK on the weights. 350. 400? 425. Ha. Lift. Put down. Lift. Put down. Hmm, how long can she do this before she gets a headache?

[expecting one, but open]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

After everything in Ethics, Liir was in a bit of a mood.

The mood wasn't good or bad, precisely, but it was different from his usual busy contentedness. He didn't want to cook, didn't want to bake, didn't want to work on magic or consider the rest of his classwork. The strange thrill that had spiraled up his spine and made his heart pound while talking to the professor was coiled in his stomach now, awake and alive but seemingly content to wait once more.

He wasn't sure he liked it. He wasn't sure it was healthy. He'd been reasonably sure it'd died with Elphaba in her tower over two years ago but then it had shot through him like a lightning bolt, and the strange taste of it at the back of this throat. Well, it wasn't a taste, perhaps; maybe a sensation? He couldn't tell.

All the same, he was outside and he was kicking a soccer ball (a gooseball, if funnily colored) into a tree at different speeds and angles to practice by himself because of it. That had to mean something.

[open, very much so...though I'll have a couple of hours of transit before I pick up tags]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Anyone walking past the third floor common room would see Joan having a rather animated conversation with a kitty about the reality show currently on the television.

"I don't understand why people think that girl is fat," she said.

The kitty mewed, apparently in agreement.

"And, ew, those hairstyles are hideous, don't you think?"

[open common room! Joan and Kitty!Liir are watching America's Next Top Model]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan and Kate had worked all afternoon to transform the common room into a tropical paradise.

Inside the door, a small table held flower leis for all of the party-goers. There were garlands hanging around the room, tabletop torches on most of the flat surfaces, and paper lanterns adding festive mood lighting.

Hawaiian music played in the background if anyone felt the urge to hula.

[~~please wait for~~ OCD up! Have fun!]

vanillajello

Kate was - and had been for some time - in the sixth floor kitchen again, just as she had ~~handwavily, while the mun slept like a sleepy thing~~ been the day before.

Thursday’s shopping trip had been all about getting most of the ingredients for the actual foods served at the party, so Friday had seen Kate buying mostly drinks and fruit, which she was now dealing with in the kitchen.

She also looked at some recipes. To her credit, they only made her look slightly lost.

[OOC: Open! Jen is awesome. That is all.]

vanillajello

Kate had come out of hiding.

After several days of staying firmly in her own room, she was now in the common room, lounging on one of the couches. She was reading an old magazine and eating popcorn from a big bowl.

The magazine was fascinating enough, but she kept looking up towards the door and wondering whether she should go down the hall to knock on a random person’s door and drag them back to keep her company.

[Open! Come entertain her, so she doesn't go bother random people.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was baking.

More than that, he was baking out of necessity, the cloying chocolate hazelnut scent the only thing that seemed to be able to keep the memories of last night away. Lulu, Miss Lulu... while on the surface, he knew, the actions he'd taken had seemed kind, even gentlemanly, he had been inside that mind, he had seen why that creature was doing what it was doing.

He'd been sick in the bathroom when he woke up this morning.

And now the cookies, her cookies, the first sweet treats he'd learned to make with her. The scent practically summoned her presence into the room, kept away the nightmare, reminded him that she was well and whole and real and fine and that he had done no such thing to her. Tray upon tray upon tray of hazelnut chocolate cookies; Makejoy sat, as always, just outside the kitchen watching, but it was obvious the dog was concerned. And she was right to be.

[open as a common room]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan had listened to radio last night and was troubled by what she heard. Why couldn't God ever come and give her instructions that would be useful in times like this?

Since He hadn't, she decided to offer the best support she knew how: food. Which was why she was in the common room making omelets for anyone who wanted them.

[open if anyone wants to play in 'real life' :D]

longislandiceme

Being human-shaped- and thus having full mobility that didn't involve waddling- again rocked. Which is why Bobby had fully-mobiled himself all the way out to the common room, and was now flipping through channels.

"Boring, boring, boring, seen it, boring..." he muttered. His stomach grumbled, and he found himself hoping that the "show up in a common room and people will feed you" rule worked even if one happened to be the first one there. Otherwise, dinner was gonna be cereal and ice cream.

[ooc: open!]

glacial_queen

Karla stood in front of the Reserves, grinning widely at them. She was doing her best to keep her smile friendly and welcoming, but every so often, her gaze would stray over to the large, covered mound at her feet, and her grin would shade oh-so-slightly towards 'wicked.' "Kiss kiss," she greeted everyone as they noshed on treats and coffee courtesy of J,GOB and the Perk. "Thanks for coming to the Magic Reserves today. If it's your first time here, welcome, and if you've been here before, welcome back."

"So, while our group has the potential to do so much more, the main reason we were organized was to lend magical support during an invasion. Every so often, then, we feel as if we should focus on using powers in combat situations, in order to give you the feel of such things without any of the danger. This way, if--okay, with this island, when we're called upon to defend ourselves and the other people on Fandom, you already have a bit of practice under your belt. So, as I'm sure you've already guessed--today is one of those days." With a flourish worthy of a stage magician, Karla pulled the cloth off of the mound, revealing a pile of paintball guns. Next to them were several stacks of clean, well-worn clothing.

"Today we're going to deal with incoming projectiles," Karla announced. "Feel free to stop the paint any way you like. Burn it, freeze it, use TK to push it aside, shield against it, make the other person feel bad for shooting at you, whatever. Or simply dodge out of the way, hide behind someone else, however you feel most comfortable, with powers or without. The important part is not getting hit. It is paintball, however, so don't worry about hurting anyone. So come on up, grab a paintball gun and something to go over your clothes, and let's begin!"

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

It was too nice a day to not take advantage of before being cooped up at work all afternoon and evening, Claire decided. Which was why she was out at the main campfire early with breakfast sausages and a huge iron skillet she found that would cook eggs over an open fire.

She was in an excellent mood, now that her boyfriend was no longer puppy-shaped. They had ~~handwavily~~ spent the previous evening snuggling and watching movies.

For now her excellent mood translated into making breakfast for anyone who happened to stop by.

[Open campfire! I know I'm not the only one stuck at work and not off on vacation.]

glacial_queen

Karla grinned at everyone as they arrived, doing her best to look excited about them being there and not at all nervous. She was used to appearing in public and whatnot, wasn't she? Of course she was--ignoring the fact that the last time she'd done so, she'd been nine. Details. And it wasn't like she had anything to prove to anyone. Really.

"Kiss kiss," she said when enough people had assembled. "I'm Karla and thanks for coming to the Magic Reserves today. Whether you're here because you have powers or just because you're curious, we're glad you showed up today. This is Merlin," she continued, gesturing at her co-leader, who gave a smile and wave, "and we're the leaders of the Reserves."

"Like the Fighting Reserve which met yesterday and the Support Reserves which meets on Friday, we're here because sometimes things happen on the island. And not everyone is equipped to deal with those things. We're here to train so that we are capable of handling emergencies as well as helping out those who are not as capable. I won't lie, the most common scenario is some kind of invasion that we will help repulse, but that isn't the only reason we train. After all, this is Fandom," she said wryly, "and it lives to surprise us. The difference between us and the other two Reserves is that we are equipped with special gifts or abilities that we can use in such emergencies."

"We're not just here to organize ourselves in case of emergencies, we're also here to train so that we all have a better handle on our powers. The more comfortable you are with your powers, the better you'll be able to help out in an emergency. Also, I want to stress that having powers is nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I know that we all come from different places, and at home, such a thing might not be true. But here at Fandom, you can display your powers openly and freely without fear of reprisal." She drew her legs up so that she was perched on air. "You don't have to be afraid here. You don't have to hide who you are."

"But for today, we're just going to continue the first week trend of introductions. Name, grade, your powers if you feel comfortable sharing that, and why you decided to stop by today. Also, help yourself to refreshments. Also also, saying 'I came for refreshments' is a perfectly valid answer." She snuck a glance at Merlin to see if he had anything else to add. He seemed okay so Karla concluded with a grin. "Thanks for coming. Have at."

[~~Please wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Since we're right out in the open, anyone can feel free to stop by.]

longislandiceme

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

Claire was still in an excellent mood after her conversation with Jon last night. She decided to pass on the trip into the city and instead headed for the common room to make breakfast in an effort to meet some new people.

Anyone making their way past the room would be welcome to enjoy some pancakes with blueberry topping, strawberry topping and/or whipped cream. Because, yes, Claire was kind of a dork and went the red, white and blue route.

There was an appropriate holiday movie on the television.

[oooooopen common room!]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

The last few days had been busy and Claire took advantage of being on break to sleep in.

But once she was awake, she was restless and she decided to go to the common room and bake some cookies.

Rather than bother with trashy daytime TV, she cranked up the radio and danced around the kitchenette.

[ooooooooooopen! last day of work before my three day weekend so entertain me pleeeease!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Merlin may not have been as bouncy as the last person to lead a reserve this week, but he was at least energetic. In a far more British way.

There were varieties of tea. New doors opened to him there.

"Hello everyone. Today we'll be working on finding at least a partner to work so any sort of weaknesses you have may be covered by them and also the other way around. I know we don't all know each other and out abilities yet, so this will just be a bit of a practice round. If you find someone you work well with, good. If not, you can always keep trying."

He smiled brightly, nodding at them all. "Just pick a partner now and discuss our try to show what you can do. Er--within reason of course. I don't think we'd be allowed back here if someone burned down the preserve."

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy was was actually in a common room. Again. This time, at least she was feeling less like she'd be liable to jump people. Well, no more so than she might do on a regular day, anyway. She grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboards, and dropped down on the couch. Simultaneously, the television switched on, the theme music for Search for a Sexxbomb blasting from the speakers.

Oh. Hell no. It didn't take long for her to dig the remote out from under her leg, and she stabbed at at with her finger, trying to switch it back off, or change channel of something.

Nothing. Fucking lame. Had to get stuck on the worst possible thing. Effy tilted her head watching the 'performance', if it could be called that. Might as well be screwing on stage.

... and ew.

She was tempted to walk out and leave it, but if nothing else she could make bets over when the first piece of clothing would be ripped off and estimate how many people in the front row of the audience were sporting a hard on.

[[ooc: Open, and prompt themed! 'Search for a Sexxbomb' is a fictional talent show on Skins. Like a low budget and kinda dirrrty version of Pop Idol. Also ridiculously earwormy.]]

Current Mood: cynical

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the carpet to watch her very silly daddy work.

Nonetheless, as silly as he was, he'd decided to make something that smelled rather delicious, so if someone else happened to wander by, well, Liir certainly wouldn't blame them for grabbing a few off the plate whether they stayed or not.

Next, of course, there was soup to get to, but all in good time...

[open common room is open and much like the dark side, has cookies][mun doing laundry for a bit]

Current Mood: amused

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

So, he slouched down against a log, crossing his feet at the ankle and leaning back to blow smoke into the air. It was the second week of classes and, amazingly, they weren't going that badly. Of course, considering the classes, Alex didn't know how they could go badly.

He'd take the good news while he could. It didn't happen often.

[campfires are open things!]

Current Mood: contemplative

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had been playing his usual game of avoidance for the weekend and thus decided to do something about it.

That was why he was out with a lit fire, putting sticks into the ground around the fire with a few different kinds of sausages, hoping to provide a little lunch and maybe, just maybe, see people. He wasn't worried about the sausages, even though he wasn't that hungry.

Makejoy, growing girl that she was, looked as if she'd eat every last one if no one came.

[open like a fire!]

Current Mood: amused

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

Amber was roasting a hot dog and drinking beer. The latter she might have indulged in before the roasting began, but who cares? It was a nice night and she was going to enjoy it her way.

There was no singing going on here, just so you know.

[It's an open campfire, yep.]

asgardcreated.livejournal.com

One thing Jon loved about camping, was cooking outdoors. And he really wasn't in the mood for sandwiches and stuff for lunch, so after his morning class, Jon had stopped by the Kwik Stop and bought several packages of hot dogs and buns and a cooler to dump everything in. When he got back to the cabin, Jon started up the campfire and got to work on roasting the hot dogs. Not all at once, mind you, but he did remember to put a rather small sign on the front of the cabin (made out of notebook paper and marker) that said 'Free Lunch'.

[ooc: open to everyone]

thatsamilkshake

There was a huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1, because with a day free of classes, Francine had figured she might as well schlep her things over at a leisurely pace.

You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers.

Or Francine, because she was out by the campfire trying to get it started. Putting away her huge pile of stuff could wait. There were s'mores to be ~~gobbled~~ made.

[OOC: Oooooooopen!]

Current Mood: gleeful

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Makejoy was getting big enough that Liir was going to have to move the divider in her crate soon. For the moment, however, he was playing fetch with her on the floor of the common room, one hand absently tossing the ball to roll across the floor while he worked on a bit of writing. What he was writing was anyone's guess, but he'd certainly left a couple of toothmarks in the cap of his pen from it.

The puppy didn't particularly care; she was just happy to be out of her crate after the big mess last week. If that made her a bit more likely to go and greet new arrivals to the room, well, hopefully no one would mind.

[open like they are!]

not_in_the_book

There were lots of delicious smells coming from the fifth floor common room, for Ronan, faced with hosting a potluck, had decided that he couldn't but go overboard with his own dishes: a chicken curry, thick, with lots of vegetables, and pot of vegetarian chili for those who preferred their food... not made of meat.

Ronan didn't quite understand the concept, but he liked vegetables anyway, so it all worked out.

There was a small sign posted on the door, announcing: "Ronan's Birthday Potluck! All Welcome."

[~~Please to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

wantstodirect

Tony had his popcorn and pop and was settled into the couch in the second floor common room. Tonight's episode had Raymond Dark facing off with a mummy he'd defeated but not destroyed in 1938. It seems the Nazis had put the mummy in storage under protective glyphs, but it had been sold to a collector who, of course, had to go and pop the coffin open to see what was inside.

Current Mood: amused

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had called in for work today.

He never missed work unless he was a kitten, but today, he couldn't summon the energy to want to do anything, even cook. He supposed that was a bad sign, that he couldn't even fall into the familiar and soothing patterns of menial labor, but there wasn't much he figured he could do about it.

His father was leaving. Almost certain death was preferable to his presence, apparently, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. And to top things off, last night had been wonderful; the stories, the knowledge, the affirmation of who and what he was. All the nights with his father would probably be wonderful.

Until he left.

Liir couldn't stand being in his room and, unfair to the poor puppy, couldn't stand to look at Makejoy any more than it took to do his minimum duties for the day; even then, the walk had been short. Instead, he was up here, broomless to prevent him from doing something stupid, looking out at the rest of the school, thinking highly uncharitable thoughts and wondering if it was times like this that made people turn to religion.

[open as a roof is]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was in the common room, mostly because he'd been shut in most of last weekend. The television was on, though it was on one of those ridiculous long commercial things that insisted it had the perfect method for roasting almost any meat (because the spit was such a revolution, really), but the boy himself was more focused on the shirts he had sitting on the couch with him. Needle and thread in hand, he was dutifully making minor repairs on the buttons and the seams as needed.

After all, new clothes didn't grow on trees, now, did they?

[open as common rooms are]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir, as he'd promised quite a few people, was up with the sun and in the kitchen. First things first had been the coffee, then the juices, and finally hot water for tea should anyone want some. A variety of other ~~moddable~~ breakfast foods were also out for anyone who should want any. Hopefully, it was help decrease the grumpiness for the day.

[open like a common room! feel free to take food or just grouse at him!]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: cranky

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir made his way zombie-like to the common room, his puppy trailing behind him. He was still somewhat, er, exhausted from, er, things, but he was also hungry which was why he started puttering around in the kitchen.

Yes, he was making some very simple chicken soup and grilled cheese, and you're welcome to some. But he was also making a bit of a racket because he wasn't entirely awake.

[open as common rooms are][gmail being evil for anyone else?]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was still mulling over everything from the last couple of days, but that didn't mean he was missing his appointment with Dinah. As such, he was there a little early (since he had no classes today) and took the time to practice his stances. He might as well, after all.

[waiting for one, but open to all!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir stared at the punching bag. The punching bag stared back at him.

He couldn't hit it, wouldn't hit it. What had it done to him, after all? Of course, it could take the hit, would feel nothing, would not be damaged even a scratch, but he couldn't find it in himself to just... hit it. No games, no lies, just aggression.

He'd tried once for Professor Deadpool's class and while practicing for Ino, but it'd always been slightly unnatural, against his grain. Like hitting himself, in a way. Wrong. He'd only really accomplished it by making it a game, thinking of it like a gooseball. But it'd come up again, talking to Dinah the other day, during class today, even to some extent talking to Professor Atreides about what he wanted to do, what he hoped to do.

So he was going to have to learn. He might have magic, might be learning how to use it, but the world didn't change by words alone. If anyone had taught him that, it was his mother.

Get angry, Thropp. Get mad. Snap. Lose it. Hit the bag like it's--like it's the Wizard!

But that just produced a glare, a formidable one to be sure, but a glare all the same. Ridiculous, when it was really just a punching bag.

Woman's anger. That's all you've got. Slow, cold, calculating woman's anger. Sarima would laugh at you.

She did laugh at me. Frequently. When she deigned to notice me.

There you go then.

And now he was talking to himself. Brilliant.

[open for later gym use or any throppishness you might require!]

lovemykilt

Priestly had had every intention of hiding in his room after his class today, but he didn't have any food in the room, and, well, Malcolm hadn't exactly eaten much while lost in the closet yesterday.

Holy crap, how was he ever going to live that down? He'd figured out quick enough that other students had had the same sort of experience over the weekend, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who'd ended up stupid enough not to be able to find their way out of a tiny room with only one door.

So, anyway, here he was in the common room, cooking up massive amounts of steak and cheese sandwiches for anyone who might happen to stop by. Nothing said "please don't remember me as the preppie idiot I've spent the last six months trying very hard to avoid being seen as" better than a whole lot of greasy, steaming meat and cheese.

[ooc: open! Come join the punk in "omgwtf"ery!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Luckily, Dinah's alarm had still gone off-- Black Canary had set it very conscientiously, in order to be up early to talk to the local government agencies. That was about the only lucky thing about this morning. Because she was supposed to be training with Arthur, first thing.

Dinah had too much to think about. So she was practicing the Way of the Weekend Warrior, and not thinking, whapping the practice dummy to death with her eskrima.

[for a former Roman; but open for your other salle needs.]

bitchprince

Two particular occurrances had led to Arthur finding himself thoughtful. And worried, although that by itself was hardly anything new. In an effort not to dwell too much, he'd relocated from his room to the common room where he draped himself over a chair.

He stared at the wall.

The change of scenery already had him cheerier. Honest.

He just needed a distraction.

[[ open common room! ]]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Puppy flopped on his feet. Check.

Iron Chef on the television. Check. And it was Bonito battle to boot. He was terribly curious about sushi.

Extra brownies on the counter for anyone who'd like some. Check. And he now considered himself over his temporary phobia of chocolaty goodness.

All in all, it wasn't a bad Thursday afternoon. Even with the stupid hat on his head.

[open like a common room]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

[OPEN LIKE A CR. I LOVE TODAY.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had thought to go to the common room after classes, but he'd changed his mind when he remembered who else lived on his floor. He didn't really have a problem, per se, with Arthur, but he didn't want to taunt him or anything. He was foolhardy under pressure from pure stubborness, not as a rule.

There was, of course, his room but that held a puppy and while he could have put her in her crate and asked her to stay there, he felt terrible at the idea of doing that while he was right there. And he had no doubt that the puppy would give him doleful puppy eyes the whole time, distract him, and for all he knew, he'd end up with blue diamond oranges burying him alive in there.

It would be just his luck.

As such, he'd come to the roof, tucked up against the cold and the wind, and with him he'd brought a rope. It was all well and good to work on the particulars, but he wanted to make sure that theory held up to practice. So he brought up with him a rope, which he tied into a knot before sitting down and, for all appearances, staring at it.

Riveting. Really.

[open]

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