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craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica needed a few hours of down time not spent reading reports. And so she trekked out to the common room for the joys of television! That was probably a bad idea. The only things on were America's Got Talent, I Wanna Marry Harry, something that seemed like a Latverian knockoff called I've Got Liftoff For Kristoff, and a really dumb-looking movie called Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Die.

She didn't know what was going on in the movie, but it didn't involve any Royal Joe Millionaire situations or talent competitions, so she was in. With popcorn. Because the movie was dumb and that was required.

[OOC: Open CR! And yes, I did look at a list of Troy McClure movies and picked my favorite title.]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Elsa was in a surprisingly good mood today, all things considered. She had woken up this morning wearing a kilt, and while the tartan was lovely, it presented her with a few technical difficulties. For one, it meant that she was wearing men's clothing from ~~Disney Meta for~~ Scotland. Not that this was a problem in and of itself, but it was an odd change of pace for an Arendelle princess. And for another, Elsa had no shirts. None. She owned dresses. Dresses. And a modern swimming suit that she had purchased before the school trip to Bali, none of which were exactly appropriate for wearing with a kilt.

She was beginning to see some measure of appeal in possibly giving in and buying some slightly more modern clothing. By the time she made her way out to the common room today, she was wearing her swimsuit under her kilt (which had involved some acrobatics to manage, since the kilt wouldn't stay off while she pulled the swimsuit on), and then was attempting to preserve some amount of modesty by pulling on one of her long, velvety cloaks over all of it. The result was... unusual, but at least she was clothed.

The things a girl needed to do in order to get some tea around here.

[Open!]

abitlowkey

It was Loki's day to sell flowers and tickets to the dance. Which meant it was also Loki's day to add yet more glitter to the sign.

GET YOUR VALENTINE'S TICKETS AND FLOWERS HERE

It now looked like someone had puked glitter on it. In a tasteful fashion. Aw yeah.

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia had thought to simply sit on one of the sofas and read the book she'd gotten from the library. That sounded like a wonderful way to spend her first Friday evening here -- utterly relaxing.

That was until she sat down on upon one of the small black rectangles that seemed to control the television (she'd pieced together what it was and what it did from walking through common rooms the past week). The thing came to life with a blare of static and noise, and Celia watched as a thin man examined garments before what appeared to be a ragtag group of clowns.

"This concerns me," he informed one of them. And that was how Celia discovered Project Runway.

Before she knew it, she had been sitting in the common room for a solid quarter-hour, staring at the television. It wasn't until she began being inexplicably bombarded by ads that she realized she had been so mesmerized, despite the total lack of an actual story.

Television was amazing.

[open open open YES YAY IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY!

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Even though she was something like a delinquent who'd almost gotten kicked out of school more than once, Maddie had zero experience vandalizing anything. On purpose, anyway. Accidentally dinging someone's car door or scratching a desk with your pen didn't count.

So she'd come down to the lobby with a bag of gum, duct tape, and spray paint, which, okay, that should definitely be used outdoors, but those sounded like things that could at least deface the machine, right? And who knew, maybe she'd meet a handy telekinetic who could move the thing elsewhere! Did they have handy telekinetics here?

It didn't occur to her that she might get into trouble for this, but like anyone was going to give her detention for doing something to a machine that wasn't supposed to be here anyway? Really.

[Open if you'd like to watch, help, or hinder!]

genesishero

It wasn't that Evan was big on shirking his responsibilities, but this week he was seriously not feeling up to going into work. With Thanksgiving in a couple of days, 'service with a smile' or even being in remotely the right mindset to be helpful to customers was the last thing he could manage, and so he'd ~~handwavily~~ left his boss an apologetic message saying that he couldn't come in today, and he'd spent most of his morning in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking and trying to get the heavy weighted feeling out of his chest.

Of course, being a dog owner, it wasn't like he could hide in bed forever. It was a couple of hours into his 'stay in bed all day' escapade that Ozzy decided that it wasn't just time for walkies, it was time to leap up onto the bed to inform Evan of the fact that it was time for walkies by licking his face into submission until his boy relented and finally rolled out to pull on his clothes. And once Ozzy had been taken for a walk, it just seemed like a terrible waste of the day to crawl back under the covers. A tempting waste of a day, but still a terrible one. So, Evan grabbed a book and an umbrella, and he made his way up to the roof. It was cold and a little wet out, but that wasn't a bad thing, necessarily. It was difficult to mope when you were trying to keep your book dry.

... There were worse ways to cope with a case of holiday blahs than reading outside in the rain in November, right? Yeah. Yeah, there had to be.

[Open roof! This kid, sometimes. Honestly.]

flickofthewrist

It didn't look like too much time had passed when Flick's portal finally dumped him on the island. He hadn't wanted to leave, not with Joi at Mandel Academy, but he also hadn't had a choice. He had to play along, keep Mandel happy to keep Joi safe. Still, leaving like that felt awful. It meant Gwendolyn had free reign (though he figured Mandel would keep her in check) and it meant Joi was facing the Wolves without backup.

This time, at least, he was coming back with less injuries. Sure, there was a light bandage on his arm from where Gwendolyn had gouged him with her fingernails but that was about it. He'd come back with a few extra book too, courtesy of his second load of classes. These books probably weren't going to do any good here but he figured he'd do some reading, get ahead of the class and show why he was the Dux.

Everything from home left him feeling pretty pent up, restless and angry. He'd woken up that way this morning in New York and it hadn't gone away. He'd been so sure he would have ripped Mandel apart if he'd seen him earlier and he hadn't. That feeling was still there, that blood lust that worried him and made him wonder about his DNA. Was he in control? Was he just a slave to his own genes?

He didn't know but he knew what he could try to do. He could make his way to the gym and he could start beating a heavy bag until his knuckles bled (not there yet). He could push Jude out of his mind since his brother had been wrong and he could forget Joi and the vulnerability and danger he'd exposed her too. Right now, he just wanted to beat something or someone and the heavy bag was a crappy substitute but it was there so he was going with it for lack of anything better.

Flick would make due.

[Open place, open post. Talk to Flick or use the gym or whatever you'd like. I think my spammage is done. Maybe. ;)]

Current Mood: irate

abitlowkey

The sign from yesterday had a bit more glitter added to it in order to draw attention to the upcoming dance. And because Loki enjoyed using glitter on things.

Because of reasons. Voting reasons.

So, be careful approaching lest you be infected by the glitter of...

HOMECOMING 2013
GET YOUR TICKETS HERE!

theoplustwo.livejournal.com

Theo was pretty pleased that he'd managed to finish another semester without going out of his mind. Mitchell would have been proud of him if he was still around. Theo smiled at the thought as he took a seat outside of his bouncy castle and stretched his legs out.

Summer would be over soon and a new set of classes beginning but for now, Theo was free to do whatever he wanted. Ange and Dev were already shooting rapidfire suggestions at him (study, sunbathing, reading, swimming) which left Theo with the task of choosing what to do.

For now, he guessed he'd chosen sunbathing since he was outside and didn't have a book or anything to study with unless you counted his phone but he was using that to play some random game that Thom had recommended. Maybe later he'd go to the library.

If Dev had anything to say about it, he wouldn't. Ange was fighting a losing battle right now.

[Open campfire, yep]

Current Mood: good

flickofthewrist

Flick was staying away from his bouncy castle. He hadn't slept in there yet and he wasn't planning on starting anytime soon. He'd go back to the dorms or he'd find a couch somewhere or he'd sleep on the ground.

But, dislike of sleeping arrangements aside, Flick didn't mind the campsite. He'd never been camping as a kid unless hiding out in a closet with Jude counted. Flick knew it didn't. His family wasn't one for rustic family vacations and he was guessing he'd missed out on some right of passage. Oh well. He'd grown up just fine.

Yeah, that was a joke.

It was too warm to build a fire but Flick was sitting against one of the logs anyway. With the sun going down, it was cooler than it had been, at least. It was comfortable and Flick had his eyes closed. During class today, they'd talked about seeking out silence and Flick was glad that it wasn't silent here.

He'd thought of Lucas earlier today and couldn't get the boy's ashen face out of his head. The silence would have made it worse. At least with the noise, he could get distracted momentarily and stop thinking about Lucas.

[Open post]

lil-nikita.livejournal.com

Alex was not in the best mood today. She usually had some pent up anger due to things from her past, but she'd been able to hide it well. She actually liked it here, so it was easier not to feel anger all the time.

That was before she turned into a butterfly.

It'd been pretty cool getting to fly around, but then she transformed back into human form and had to basically streak back to her room. That wasn't exactly her finest moment, so she was here today taking it out on a punching bag. Who was she kidding? This was clearly just an excuse to get some of her resentment and anger from her past out, even if she didn't want to admit it.

So there were punches and even some roundhouse kicks to the bag. It helped.

[open!]

tigerundercover

Raven was, once again, technically lounging around the dorms naked, though to anyone looking, she seemed to be wearing a cute Esther Williams styled one piece in an usual, textured shade of dark blue. The day had turned out to be sunny and pleasantly hot, and she was taking full advantage of the chance to get in some sunbathing, warnings of the importance of sunblock having gone right past her fifties-minded love of a good tan. She had a tall glass of iced tea on the table beside her, and a mint new (and though she didn't realize it, first edition) copy of Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison open in her lap, though she wasn't really reading it, just now. She was focused instead on the grounds out past the edge of the deck, watching the shadows of the leaves play across the grass.

The only way this would be better, she decided, other than not being signed up for classes that required her to splash around in the mud, would be if Charles were around, too. She missed having him around to tease, and it would be so good to have someone she could actually look like herself around without having to worry about him reacting badly to it. Well, violently. Charles wasn't exactly a fan of her blue shape, but at least he never ran screaming from it.

Raven sighed, putting on a pair of sunglasses -- she could mimic them, sure, but not well enough to actually shield her eyes -- and tilting her face further into the sun. Maybe she'd show Anya sometime. She had at least already heard of mutants.

[ooc: introspective yet open deck!]

abitlowkey

Loki was having absolutely none of this week so far. And not merely because it was beneath him, but because it was starting to become annoying.

Only so many showers could be taken before even a god became cross. And sore.

It also didn't help that Googling his issues only exacerbated them. Which would be why he was on his phone, with the parental filter firmly on as he looked for ways to cause this madness to stop. Asking the good people of Yahoo hadn't helped as of yet, but he held out hope.

He kicked his feet over the edge of the rood, searching the internet for what he needed.

[[Open like a roof!]]

abitlowkey

Loki had take the sign Stacey had made and added yet more glitter to it so that none may pass him by and not know of the flowers they could be ordering for their loved ones. Or purchasing of tickets for the Valentine's Day dance.

And then he went back to attempting to beat his own high score on Angry Birds.

He would crush you, pigs. Do not believe he wouldn't.

abitlowkey

Loki was most certainly there ~~and not freakishly late like certain people~~ for his Student Council responsibilities. Most of these responsibilities seemed to involve a lot of glitter.

And playing on his phone.

So, it was pretty much a normal day for him.

HOMECOMING 2012
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE

There was also a ballot box that he definately not thinking about stuffing with 'Alex for queen'. Not at all.

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Tonight, Toby decided, was a 'laze around in the common room with pizza and hilariously terrible movies' sort of night.

Which was why there were a number of pizza boxes on the table, and Cactibear- that made-for-TV classic about a half-bear, half-cactus that killed base-jumpers- on TV.

Aww yeah.

[eta: FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP RIDICULOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT'S HAPPENING ON SCREEN, GUYS. ANYTHING GOES.]

nottrivial

Well. Two months here and Alec had officially decided: mundie TV programs were alarming.

If it wasn't the reality show with the orange people, it was reruns of the teenybopper program about the girl with the double life, and if it wasn't that, it was Adolescent Mummy, which was... just wrong. Just so many levels of wrong.

Reruns of that were on right now, and Alec sighed and ate his Thai food, counting down the hours until he could go back into the salle and have it be reasonably acceptable again without having creepily spent the entire day there.

It would be at least another two. Three, maybe. Sigh.

nothornlessrose.livejournal.com

There were no classes today, so, of course, Cassidy was in the gardens.

She was focusing on the land and the plants because it was a really great way to help her suppress the emotions she was feeling and pretend that she was in denial as to what was happening this week. The air was cooler than usual and so she was tugging at the small and annoying weeds that seemed to crop up whenever she turned her back on them.

Some people drank when they were sad and upset, Cassidy worked herself into exhaustion. It was what she did.

Current Mood: discontent

abitlowkey

After spending a week trapped as some other version of himself who was trapped in detention, there were things that Loki needed to do. Important things.

"I missed the opening ceremony!" Loki cried, frowning at his Tumblr dashboard. "This is most unfair."

Yes. This was very important. Now he would scroll through it on his pad of I while sitting on the edge of the roof. As one does.

[[Open, of course! Totally done spamming you now]]

genesishero

It was a nice day, maybe even a little cooler than it had been in a while by the time the late afternoon had rolled around, and Evan didn't have any classes to worry about.

Or homework.

Or, really, much of anything. And, as much as he wanted to just hang out in his room and read in silence, he hadn't really done much getting out since coming to Fandom, either, and had decided that today was a good day to go outside, get some sun, and maybe meet a few people. And if he just so happened to bring a book with him to read while he was waiting for somebody to maybe come outside, well... that was him being productive, see?

Besides, he'd found a book in the library that was all about survivors' accounts of some horrible zombie outbreak, and it was pretty fascinating. He kept saying to himself, 'just one more,' and then moving on to the next chapter each time he finished one. After reaching one chapter in particular, he knew one thing for certain: He was never, ever going to try to escape to Canada.

[Open! I need some happy shiny goodtimes to counteract the fact that Marvel is already making life difficult for this kid.]

nomelancholy.livejournal.com

As was his habit, Ulrik had risen fairly early, weekend or no. He'd gone to the common room in hopes that someone might already be there preparing breakfast... to no avail.

For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing breakfast.

For now, he was just going to stand in the kitchenette with a mildly perturbed expression on his face, as if he could wish some biscuits into existence by sheer force of will.

It... wasn't working, so far, no.

[ooc: ... I thought I had to work today. Turns out no. SO, I POST.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So. Today was Toby's sixteenth birthday. He'd decided against holding an actual party or anything in favour of just hanging out in the common room with some pizza and cake.

And the Titanium Dude movies, which he'd been meaning to check out ever since going to the movies with Kenzi last month.

[ooc: Yes, I know Titanium Man is a Marvel villain, but dude, there are only so many cool-sounding metals out there, so Titanium Dude it is. Food is moddable, CR is open!]

nottheshoes.livejournal.com

Some kids chose to lie in on a Sunday. Most, probably.

George was not one of the these kids.

One week down and he'd remembered and reacquainted himself with at least the basics of Broken technology: lights, kettle, toaster. Enough to make a passable breakfast and a mug of tea. The television still confused him somewhat, despite what he'd seen of it, and no matter, since he had no desire to watch people punch each other anyway. It was left switched off.

He had other things to keep him busy anyway. Spread on the coffee table along with his tea and breakfast were a couple of atlases. There were a few things he wanted to compare, and what better time to do it than when half the school was asleep.

[[ open common room! ]]

Current Mood: content

abitlowkey

Watching television was always an interesting experience if you asked Loki. Tonight was no different as America's Next Top Model was on.

"I was far more attractive than any of these girls," Loki decided, settling in to watch them bad-mouth each other during the confessionals.

And he could walk better as either gender, thank you.

[Open!]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic.

So she was bumming in the common room instead, a bag of baby carrots in her lap and the remote control in her hand, as she flipped through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. She wasn't expecting to find anything, and her steady commentary supported this fact.

"Crap," she said, changing the channel. "Crap. More crap. Capitalist crap. Ugh, misogynistic crap. Feminist crap. Crap. Crap. Crap."

"Ugh. Where's The Real World?"

One day, Britta might stop expecting it to still be 1997. One day.

[[ open common room is open. duh-doy! ]]

longislandiceme

Bobby had almost- almost actually smiled when he'd woken up this morning only to find he wasn't in the camp anymore. No, he was back at that strange school the other-him apparently attended.

Which was why the almost smile, because he knew from experience that this was only going to last a couple of days before he was back at the Alamo.

Still, might as well make the most of it, right? So he was puttering around the kitchenette, trying to find something to eat that required a minimum of preparation. And then maybe there would be some television to watch. He hadn't watched TV in forever.

[ooc: Bobby Drake is now the House of M version, and this common room is now the open version!]

abitlowkey

The television was on in the common room. And there was a tiny god watching it.

That was not the strange part of what was happening, though. The strange part was what was on the television. It was a channel that proclaimed itself to be 'Logo' and the players upon the stage were men in dresses and made up as though they were women.

And yelling at each other quite a bit.

"Huh." He could only wonder if his brother knew of this.

[ooc: Open like a common room!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Wesley hadn't ~~handwavily~~ gotten back to Fandom until late last night, and he was still in something of a funk about everything that had happened.

Fired. Again.

The last time he'd been fired, he'd been sent here as punishment. Now he'd been fired from the job he'd intended to take on after graduation, and he... hadn't applied to university. Hadn't even thought of it very much, to be honest; the idea of going away to university now after having worked on the Hellmouth and gone to school at Fandom and worked for Angel for two years, dealing with all the crises that emerged along the way (the mayor's Ascension, Panem, the rock, the disappearances and memory alterations, Faith...) was... a bit preposterous, really. But now he had nothing to do but possibly see if his father might take him back in, and, well. Wesley didn't really much want to do that at all.

So. Here he stood. Brooding. Because that would solve the problem.

At least he wasn't drinking?

[[open roof of broodiness, la.]]

godofxbox

Alex had all this excess energy lately ~~and was having to wash his sheets every day~~, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment.

Considering his godly level of endurance, and that he was a fourteen-year-old boy, he might be a while before he worked off his frustrations ~~not dirty~~.

((Expecting one, but open salle is open!))

abitlowkey

It seemed that being a model that one time wasn't what made Loki not have any eyebrows. It was simply being in a female form. One that, no matter how many spells he tried, was not changing back to how he should be.

Not that it would stop him from trying. So, with a pile of books, he went to the roof to continue in the open air.

Or to make high pitched noises of frustration. But those weren't that far off from how he normally sounded. So...

[[Open like a roof]]

unburnt-queen.livejournal.com

The chill wasn't so much that Dany was uncomfortable spending time outside. Swathed in a cloak and armed with her grooming tools, she'd led her silver out into the courtyard for a little exercise. The three dragons were curled up on a small blanket that she'd stretched out across the grass, and were alternating watching Dany work, and tumbling atop each other like kittens.

Except for how deeply they were not like kittens.

Dany kept an eye on them, though, as she carefully brushed out her poor neglected horse, and prepared to take her mare for a quick trot around the island. But for now, she was content to watch her three baby dragons enjoy themselves outside, and listen to the quiet snorting of her silver.

[omg open lawn is open! though I go lurky around 4 EST.

life_inshadow

America's Next Top Model Tara Maclay -- in lingerie, full makeup, and tottering heels -- was posing along the edge of the roof.

It was cold on the roof, and a little high up, but that was okay. This was for art, or at least a Cover Girl contract. Tara smized and tooched her booty just that little bit more. She was not going to be the contestant who flamed out in the first shoot of the season.

"I've wanted to be a model ever since I was little," she told no one in particular during a break from filming. "And I know I can beat the other girls. The lesbian thing ... I don't want that to define me this cycle. You know? I want to be Tara, the really good model, not Tara, the gay girl." She fiddled with the straps of her negligee thing, as if all of this required considerable concentration. "At least, unless one of the other girls is into me."

And then it was time for her to get back to working it and being fierce.

[OOC: For all our Top Models and anybody else who wanders up!]

abitlowkey

Using magic on the remaining bruises from the complete moron Phobos was the goal for the day. Ikol's advice on the matter had only been mildly helpful (mostly confusing) and so he was left to his own devices on it.

This would be so much more simple had his elder-self thought to keep his knowledge of magic perfectly intact. Ugh.

For now, he sat on the roof in just his normal clothing from Asgard, hood down as he focused. People here didn't seem to realize this was a remarkably mild winter. Barely even worthy of the name 'winter' at that.

[[Open like a roof!]]

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Third Floor Common Room [Friday evening]

1st floor lobby- Tuesday evening

The Roof of the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

the gym ; monday afternoon

1st Floor Dorm Lobby, All Day

Monster Truck Rally Campfire : Tuesday Afternoon

Main Campfire | Monday Evening

The Gym, Saturday Afternoon

The deck, Tuesday afternoon

Dorm Roof, Tuesday Evening

1st floor lobby - All Day

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Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

The Garden, Monday

The Roof, Sunday Evening

The Deck, Thursday Afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

4th Floor Common Room [Sunday Morning]

2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 03/18 ].

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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The Roof, Saturday Morning

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