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decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Staying inside was for lazy grown ups who only wanted to watch boring television. If it wasn't cartoons or something going boom, Hannibal didn't want to be there. He, instead, wanted to be outside. The deck proved the best sort of place for an energetic youngster because there were things to climb on and hide under and jump off of! So, of course, that's what he was doing. Who thinks about the possibility of getting hurt when they're having fun?

Currently, Hannibal was standing on one of the tables, arms thrust into the air and voice loud enough to carry while he proclaimed himself the most awesome person in the world. His world view was quite small and quite egocentric so he thought he was pretty right.

When he jumped off the table, he couldn't quite stick the landing and ended up rolling onto his back. He meant to do that though. Totally.

[open deck, yep!]

Current Mood: hyper

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!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Overnight, pieces of butcher block paper with Things Every Girl at Fandom Should Know and Things Every Guy at Fandom Should Know written across the top had appeared inside every boys and girls room on every single floor of the dorms. Who put them there? Well, that'd remain a mystery for now.

Several pens and markers lay nearby the pieces of paper, giving everyone the means to mark up all that pristine paper. Got something to say? Got something you wanna tell people? Got a secret you wanna confess?

Just write it down!

[c'mon, i know some of you remember these! if you don't, check it out here and here. feel free to write whatever you'd like down! feel free to also talk to each other, react, tease, and/or sneak into the other bathroom (though be prepared for a smackdown).]

Current Mood: chipper

solo_sword

So yesterday had been interesting for Jaina, between her brother being in town, and meeting another Luke from a time when Jaina wasn't really around, and hanging out with her alternate universe step-grandmother who she was going to pass in age soon and her three-month-old aunt, and kind of sort of flirting with another version of her boyfriend (was that wrong? She honestly had no idea), and then she'd listened to the radio and oh hey, more surprises there!

Jaina had a couple hours till she was supposed to meet Jacen and find out what fresh trauma had occurred, so she'd decided to start out with breakfast. Unfortunately her attempt at an omelet had turned into scrambled eggs that had still been runny and gross somehow, and adding things to it hadn't helped. She'd blame her culinary failure on stress, but the truth was that she just was a really bad cook.

As she surveyed the mess, she decided that know what, she was just going to have cereal and this would get cleaned up later.

[Open like an open thing!]

Current Mood: hungry

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

solo_sword

The plan had been to curl up in the common room with a datapad so she could catch up on reports. She'd put the TV on for noise, just because she wasn't in the mood for silence today. This had changed said plan.

Currently she was sitting on the sofa, looking at the datapad during commercials, because she'd found ~~the meta for~~ Dirty Dancing, and after the John/Gavin gremlin bite that would live in infamy, she couldn't not watch.

[Once I saw it was on, I had to. Also I am bored enough that I might send my other student to my own CR. Fix this.]

Current Mood: amused

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

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

solo_sword

Jaina still didn't want to be in the cabins. She'd gotten too used to privacy, too used to being able to spend time alone with her boyfriend, too used to having the time to get work done on her own schedule.

But she wandered out to the campfire when she had some free time anyway, figuring that at least radio would say she tried. ~~Because she had no idea yet that she was doing it.~~ When she saw no one out there, she considered for a moment going back inside, but she wasn't really capable of half-assing it that much, and tried to get the fire started anyway.

See? Totally trying.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: okay

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There was some insanity going on in Fandom this week, and after John and Gavin had been assaulted by their visitor, they'd parted. And gotten a change of wardrobe.

After leaving her in...Gavin's dorm room, Johnny realized had to find Baby, he'd made a mistake leaving Kellerman's like that. He stormed into the...common room to find her sitting in the corner, watching the show.

In reality, there was no show. It was just Gavin in a really frilly dress staring at the television and looking disheartened.

Clad in tight black pants and popped-collar shirt, Johnny stormed over to where Baby sat, announcing to the world that, "Nobody puts Baby in the corner!" Then he offered her his hand.

Tomorrow would be painful.

[This is all

sith_happened's fault. Minimal OCD ~~coming for the dance~~ ready!]

Current Mood: having the time of my life

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Done with classes for the day, Hannibal had wandered into the common room with the intention of bonding with the couch and television set. It seemed like a good way to start forgetting the past few days. He was just going to avoid things with dead people and...hell, he was just going to watch cartoons.

And, like a few people already, he was too caught up in those cartoons to see the little green gremlin sneaking across the back of the couch. He certainly felt the gremlin's presence when the little green bastard sunk its teeth into Hannibal's shoulder.

"Fuck ow! Goddammit!"

( And cut cuz it gets wordy! )

Current Mood: sympathetic

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal figured he could have just called it good and gotten up to shower at fuck-early-o'clock to avoid this whole problem, but he was struck with a sudden stubborn streak to at least have one common room to himself as usual. It was a very important thing for a guy trying to hide the fact that he was part-girl, after all. The fourth floor was over crowded, the third floor contained Chuck Bass, and, apparently, the fifth floor had broken shower heads.

So that was why Cal was now heading into the second floor and thinking that, if this didn't work, then it was clearly a Fandom thing. Clearly. Stupid Fandom.

[[ I HAD TO. Just as open as the last one, tooooo, of course ]]

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Girls and their tea parties were stupid. Stupid! In Lois' opinion there was much more fun things to do than drink tea and wear dresses and crap. Like kicking ass and taking names, for example.

Which was just what she was doing.

"Die, commies, die!" Lois shrieked, kicking a tree. "I'm gon' sendya to Guan-guan-tababo Bay!"

Then she purposely fell into a pile of mud for funsies.

[Oh so open]

Current Mood: excited

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

After class Lois was bored and had a craving for something sweet so she went to the common room to rifle through the fridge a bit to see what would come up. Eventually she settled on making root beer floats. They were easy enough to make and it was kind of hard to screw them up.

You could, however, add too much root beer to the glass so when you put in the ice cream it started overflowing everywhere. Which is exactly what Lois did.

"Holy crap!" Lois said, leaning down to drink up some of the float so it would stop overflowing. Then, figuring that it would be a shame to waste soda like that, leaned down to suck the root beer off the counter.

Lois Lane, ladies and gentleman.

[Open common room is open]

Current Mood: dorky

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

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela had been up late watching movies last night, so she was up late today. Most teenagers would agree that mornings were not meant for being awake for anyway. Especially not when it was a Sunday.

Eventually she made it to the common room. And now? She was dancing to whatever was playing on MTV and cooking breakfast.

Uh. Sort of. if you could call toasting ready-made waffles 'cooking'. Angela did.

[[Ooooopen, obviously.]]

solo_sword

Jaina finally decided she had to get out of her room and away from her comlink for a while. These moments of self-preservation were rare, and it was good for her to take advantage of them when it actually occurred to her to do so.

Which was why she'd made her way into the common room, rifled through the kitchen till she'd found ice cream (hope no one was gonna miss that, but there seemed to be enough to share so she didn't feel bad) and sat herself down in front of the TV.

And stopped on CNN. Obviously someone had to be saved from herself.

[Clearly I am bored. Fix that.]

Current Mood: on a break

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Now that Lois wasn't taking a phys ed class anymore, she was responsible for her own exercise. Which kind of sucked. She had to put in effort and everything into it now. That was kind of lame. At least she didn't have to wear stupid uniforms in here.

Lois had Lady Gaga blasting and decided to start off with some stretches. She was thinking about moving on to the punching bag after. She was always up for punching something.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: energetic
Current Music: Lady Gaga - I Like It Rough

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had went and grabbed food and brought his cat Hunter out with him, and now he was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in one hand and petting a purring cat with the other. On the tv was the Golden Globes; Dean wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to watch but the remote was sitting on the coffee table out of reach unless he shifted Hunter and he didn't feel strongly enough about the viewing material to do that.

"You're lucky I'm such a softie," he said to his cat. Hunter just butted his hand to get more petting.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad was finding out that cooking with your cat was much easier when your cat suddenly had hands and opposable thumbs and could reach the counter all on his own.

The weirdness factor of the fact that Prince Oscar Pedro was a lanky bald fellow that occasionally would lick himself had worn off pretty quickly. It usually did around Chad.

And tonight they were making encheladas, with more than enough to spare for anyone else and their humanized pets.

[[ open CR is open! It's slow enough at work for me to post this, but not to answer with alacrity, so SP from me for about the next two hours or so. Wanted to get it out, though, yaaay! ]]

likethegun

Sam had mentally prepared for a lot of potential situations before coming to Fandom. But waking up to find candy in his shoes hadn't been one of them, and it was just one more thing on a growing list of reasons why he was really starting to get annoyed with this place, even if he was enjoying his new body.

The top spot on the list was still held by Peter, especially after all the time Sam had spent trying to talk him down from his concerns about how he hadn't shown up at the library. He was willing to do a lot of things to keep up appearances, but bothering with the library wasn't one of them, and while Peter seemed to have bought the excuse he'd fed him about being sick, Sam wasn't sure if their date tomorrow would go as smoothly.

That, however, was something to think about more tomorrow. Tonight, he was finishing off a pack of cigarettes, and working on his plans for the rest of the Winchesters.

[Open! In case the smoking didn't give it away, yes, Sam is still possessed. :D]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

There were things to think about and plans to make after some conversations last night and Hannibal felt a little cooped up and restless in his own room so he grabbed a pillow and headed down to the common room.

There wasn't any made up games tonight. Just a boy, a pillow, a movie that he wasn't really watching, a notepad of scribbled notes (that he can't believe he's actually taking) and a pizza on the floor in front of him.

He just hoped he could read his notes (silly and unnecessary as they were) since he was staining the paper with pizza from his fingers.

[Open CR is open!]

Current Mood: busy

solo_sword

Staying in her room was just making Jaina feel ickier, and she didn't do well with that sort of thing. She wasn't nearly as bad as she was yesterday, just blah-feeling. Which meant that after she'd gotten everything done she needed to for now, she camped out on a sofa and started flipping channels.

And remembered why it was that she'd never really watched TV to begin with. Sunday was boring.

[Ooooopen. Omg I should not be so excited that this is her first CR in ages.]

Current Mood: blah

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

This wasn't Lois' floor but she had found that the third floor always had her favorite ice cream in the freezer so she tried to stop in there as often as she could. After stuffing herself full of ice cream she had to sit down and digest with some TV. She had ESPN on and was trying to catch up on SportsCenter when the remote got knocked out of her hand and into Chuck Bass'.

"ESPN, Lane, really?" Chuck asked, using the remote to flip through the channels. "People are going to think you're a lesbian."

Lois grabbed Chuck by the wrist and tried to get the remote back. "Come on, give it back, jackass. The Dodgers are playing tonight."

"Whoop-di-crap, nobody cares," Chuck said. He struggled to get his wrist out of Lois' grip for a second. Eventually he just pushed her back into the couch and sat on her lap in order to get her to hold still. It must've been uncomfortable for her but Chuck didn't really care. He was quite comfy.

"Get off, Bass!" Lois said, trying to push Chuck away.

"I think we'd have to go somewhere a little more private for that," Chuck replied with a smirk.

Harvey poked his head into the common room. "What's going on here?"

"Doesn't concern you, Dent," Chuck said, leaning back against Lois.

Lois pushed Chuck so he was laying across her lap rather than sitting in it directly. At least she could breathe now. "He won't let me watch ESPN. I have to see what they think about the Dodgers-Phillies game tonight. Use your StuCo president powers to make him give the remote back."

"I suppose I could do that," he said, taking his coin out of his pocket. He could easily win it from Chuck. He didn't know it was two-headed. "But first--who do you want to win the game?"

"Dodgers," Lois replied.

Harvey shook his head and settled into an armchair. "That's too bad. I'm a Phillies fan. You can keep the remote, Chuck."

Lois groaned. Boys were stupid.

[...*points at

stupid_toasters* Open. Pick one you want to talk to and have at it]

Current Mood: annoyed

solo_sword

Jaina was having a problem lately reminding herself that she needed to get out of the flight shed. Not because spending that much time doing what was essentially work a galaxy away from the war was unhealthy, but because if and when she did end up back there, the fighting she'd end up doing stood a good chance of being a physical fight. Also because it was really unhealthy, but like she was going to admit that?

Currently she was working on the punching bag, looking for all the world like she was taking out her frustrations on it (and she did have plenty of those), but mainly she was just trying to get better, and see how long she could go before she had to stop, or someone dragged her away. Whichever came first.

[Open like a gymmish thing.]

Current Mood: energetic

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Hoping that everyone getting lost meant people wouldn't be around to witness it, John gathered up the things Reno had requested he use while pretending to be bit by a gremlin and headed out to his own campfire.

While it had been tons of fun watching Reno do his part, that didn't make John less of an idiot for going along with his own assigned destiny. He mounted his newly acquired pogo stick, spinner-style beanie resting jauntily atop his head, and proceeded to bounce around the lit campfire.

The real trouble started when John popped open the can of Easy Cheese, sprayed it into his mouth...and promptly turned into a bunny.

Which meant there was an excessively fluffy, angry, Easy Cheese-covered bunny laying on top of a pile of clothes and a pogo stick.

[I don't know, okay? But it's SO OPEN. Just be aware: he's been known to bite]

Current Mood: omg wtf bunny

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Lois was flipping through the channels in the common room when she found a Golden Girls marathon on TV. Sure, the circumstances of why it was on were sad but, hey, Golden Girls rocked no matter the reason it was on. She made some popcorn and grabbed a soda and sprawled out on the couch. She was in for the long haul.

[Ooooopen]

Current Mood: content

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

thankgoditsme.livejournal.com

If there was a terribly inconvenient place to sit, it was in a stairwell. Still, Friday was sitting roughly halfway between the third and fourth floors on the stairs. He had a couple of books on Antarctica beside him, a map spread across his legs and a pen in his hand, marking a trail on the map.

He was probably up to something, but at least he was doing it quietly.

[OOC: Open as stairwells are. Can one close a stairwell aside from in case of zombie and/or raptor attack?]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

There really was nothing like waking up with your face pressed against cold tile floor.

And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.

John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.

This might be worse than the Nightmares.

[~~open if you have reason to be there~~ He's gone!]

Current Mood: morose

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was in the gym early, starting out with some blows to the heavy bag before he hopped on a treadmill. He wasn't incredibly fond of running and not going anywhere, but he was trying to force himself to get used to the feeling.

The biggest problem John faced was finding a way to clear his mind without the constant change of scenery. Increasing the speed of the machine, he shook his head, hoping to banish lingering thoughts from his weekend.

[Ooooopen!]

Current Mood: working

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Lois? Totally not about hanging around some volcano. She was, however, all about kung-fu movies and she happened to stumble across a channel full of them. She popped some popcorn and grabbed a soda out of the fridge and settled down on the couch for an evening full of ass kicking. The movie that was on now had some weird plot about elephant theft. Animal stealing and ass kicking. It doesn't get much better than that.

[Open! Not gonna lie, I love this movie]

Current Mood: good

armybrat-lois.livejournal.com

Lois didn't have any problem with starting campfires. Cooking on said campfires? Little more of a problem. Since there was a surprising lack of marshmallows around, she managed to steal of box of somebody's graham crackers from the cabin. Lois was currently laying against a log with the box of graham crackers in her lap. She was trying not to eat the whole box but dammit, they were good.

[Open!]

Current Mood: happy

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee...was not the best cook. But! Given what she'd been able to scrounge up, sweet-wise, she was doing just fine, thank you. She'd managed to locate a fair amount of candy and fresh fruit, and while her attempts to roast things over the fire weren't going very well (gummi bears, it turned out, were kinda melty), she was determined to at least try everything.

[open, as these things are!]

Current Mood: dorky

solo_sword

Jaina hadn't really had the concept of summer that most people had. There hadn't ever been a break from school for her, and half the time she'd be on a different planet that wouldn't even have proper summer weather. But not having classes till later in the week certainly helped with the summer feel, so that was why Jaina was starting a campfire, and wondering if she should have gotten marshmallows or something first. Oops.

[Open! It's my day off, I am enjoying it, dammit.]

Current Mood: good

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