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Sadly, the book about Mr. Fitzwilliam's sister had taken a turn for the melodramatic, and not in a good way. Miss Austen's excellent novel had been about a social faux pas here, or a miscommunication there, and not dramatic kidnappings set in the middle of London.

And so the book had been tossed aside -- perhaps not permanently, but certainly for now -- and Rinoa was instead in the common room, flipping through television stations and trying to find something to watch.

Everything seemed geared towards the upcoming winter holiday, whether it was a friendly snow monster coming to life, or a reindeer with a glowing nose. Rinoa didn't mind. The winter holiday specials were cheery.

She made some hot cocoa and settled down to watch.

Current Mood: cheerful

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter was way too old for Trick or Treating, but he'd still dressed up in a helmet and Bruins jersey. With a couple pizzas set out, he settled in to switch the TV to some weird horror movie about a werewolf. This would be the first of the scary movies for the night. He'd find others on, but right now he liked this one.

After all, that one guy looked rather handsome.

[ooc: Open, but I will admit I disappear in 2 hours to go see Seven Samurai on 35 mm.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Sure, Ariel had said just streamers and a banner, but there were balloons now thrown into the mix because she couldn't help it. She and Ellie had gotten up all the decorations, which were all very pretty shades of green, based entirely on the fact that Ariel remembered that green was the color of the shirt she'd helped Chuck pick out. There was still an awful lot of flowers around, too, though who even knew where Ariel was getting them. The banner, meanwhile, was certainly not lacking in sparkle, stretched across the room:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!

So now there would just be the setting out of all the food and the drinks and ever important CAKE, then waiting for guests and the ever important BIRTHDAY BOY and it would be time to party!

[[ up early because of evil things like working and time zones! Slowly approaching OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Rock out! ]]

furnaceface

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

[Open! And you better believe that there will be YouTube abuse today.]

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!]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't have a damn thing going on today which made it easier to decide to hoof it out to the campfire and take a seat there. Outside meant he could smoke and not get bitched at by cabinmates. Outside meant he could watch people passing by, maybe entertain himself by annoying them. Outside meant not feeling like the walls were closing in.

He was feeling a little better than he had been the past few weeks but that still wasn't anything special. He lit a cigarette and leaned back against one of the logs, glancing up at the overcast sky before looking back around the camp site and wondering when the other shoe would drop. Things had been quiet for too long. It was bound to change.

[Open, of course. Working late at work so entertainment is neeeeeeeeeeded!]

Current Mood: pessimistic

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

With Peter bored and classless today, he was sitting at the unlit campfire, reading a book and munching on a coldcut sandwich. He didn't have any food to share. He wasn't quite sure what would happen. Would a lack of food cause no one to come? Would a lack of fire factor into it?

It wasn't a scientific experiment. He was just lazy and his brain was thinking of just about anything other than Proust. All Proust was doing was making Peter want to go buy some cookies.

Mmmm, cookies.

[ooc: Open post! My unannounced mini-hiatus is over, but I'll be a wee bit slow during work hours.]

knowsnokungfu.livejournal.com

Chuck had acquired a talky ten-year-old, somewhere between the time he went to bed on Thursday night, and been woken up on Friday morning with an unending stream of Japanese chatter in his ear.

... And no Gameboy.

They might not understand each other on a linguistic level, but they did have some very similar tastes in food and entertainment, at least. So this wasn't so bad, and they were out near the campfire (unlit, because he didn't trust himself near open flames, let alone himself with a little kid), entertaining him throwing stones to try and knock targets, empty cans and the like, off the logs around the fire pit while trying to encourage him to eat the odd slice of cold pizza for breakfast between rounds.

[[Open campfire!]]

Current Mood: awake

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't tend to celebrate every random holiday that came along but he kind of liked Independence Day. It usually meant he could crash at a friend's and get some free food and, even better, it meant playing with fire. With that in mind, he'd made a trip off island to pick up a few sparklers and some other other things to make the holiday complete.

Sure, he didn't have the food but he had a lighter (which meant he could smoke and set fireworks off) and he had the fireworks so he figured he was doing pretty all right. He wasn't even brooding. Rare thing, that. And probably safe since he was playing with fireworks.

[Deck's open! He's being safe, I promise, so feel free to join in, if you want!]

Current Mood: energetic

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

A trip to Wonka's had been successful. That was why Edmund was sitting at the lit campfire with several boxes of Turkish Delight and why he was stuffing his face with the sweets. There was one box off to the side to share with anyone who might have wanted some, but otherwise the rest was his and his alone.

longislandiceme

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

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

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

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

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter had found the dorm piano. Having not felt a need to actually study anything for his classes, he decided the best way to spend his evening was playing various songs. And when it came Peter and the piano, it was not stuffy classical music like Bach.

Right now, he was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart. He'd probably take requests. Though if you name a song from the past fifteen years or so he'd have no idea what you were talking about.

[ooc: Open rec room is open!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't have classes until Thursday. Sure, that left him with all his shit to do during the last two days of the weekend but it was pretty freaking sweet right now. It meant he could do absolutely nothing or as much as he wanted without having to worry about a class.

Currently, he was filling all his free time with some good ole smoking. He'd even foregone sprawling out on the ledge so he could just sit up on it, feet dangling over the edge while he smoked. The sun was still out, it was still fairly nice and he was still in a fairly good mood. That didn't happen often. He knew why and, at those thoughts, couldn't help but pull out his phone and look through a few certain things.

Yep. Still in a good mood.

[open roof!]

Current Mood: good

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Farewell Slumber Party, 6th Floor, Wednesday Night

The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | July 27

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Starburst Campfire [Saturday, Late Morning]

The Deck | Evening | Sunday | July 4

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First Floor Rec Room | Tuesday Early Evening | 5/11/2010

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