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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!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

The room was decorated with colourful streamers and banners, and along one side of the room a long table was set up full of food and drink, including a large cake with the words "Happy Birthday Sammy" written on it kinda lopsidedly.

There was another table set aside for presents and center of the room was cleared for dancing or whatever else people wanted to do. Dean had hauled his stereo down and set it up to play music, not all of which was classic rock in deference to Sammy's tastes.

Everything was set up for the party. It just needed the people now.

[OOC: putting this up way early because I ended up getting called into work today and so won't be here this afternoon/early evening. Mod the contents of the room and music as you see fit. OCD's up]

Current Mood: party!

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was ~~suicidal~~ nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

Current Mood: jubilant

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Sammy, Dawn and Jo all had class this morning, which left Dean more or less in charge of the entire tribe.

Having long ago learned the value of both television and food when looking after kids, Dean got them all down the hall to the common room and settled down in front of the tv watching cartoons as he cooked breakfast.

This was giving him deja vu to when he would do this for Sammy. Granted this was in bigger numbers, but it wasn't really that different.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are, there's probably enough food to feed people whose last name isn't Winchester too]

Current Mood: nostalgic

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker's whole internal clock is off from sleeping through only part of the day yesterday, and then zonking out for most of the night. Therefore she is up at an hour she usually considers unreasonably early, doing her Tai Chi katas, and then attacking the bag.

Hard.

[for

moonbrain_tam, but open for anyone wanting to work out]

Current Music: K.T. Tunstall - Miniature Disasters

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was manning the table today. Juniors and Seniors could stop by to purchase tickets and all students could stop by to nominate for the Prom Court.

[ooc: Please use OCD! See note here about my avail. Nominate Juniors and Seniors for Prom Court here.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Sphere of Flame, with Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck, was playing in the common room. Parker had appropriated all the pillows, a big bowl of popcorn, and about a liter of Diet Coke to help her in watching it.

[ooc: open]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka was asleep, crouched on the back of the sofa, with his head buried in his armpit. As first light stole over him, he slowly awakened. Time to greet the day!

He puffed up his chest, stretched his neck out, and CROWED, as loud as he could.

That settled, he scrabbled at the pantry until it opened, and soon Sokka had breakfast scattered on the floor. He pecked away at the best chickenfeed he'd ever tasted, amidst the shredded remains of the smiling visage of Orville Reddenbacher.

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had slept in gloriously late. After a cup of coffee, he'd stumbled down to the computer labs clutching another, with the intention of emailing Parker. It seemed safer than phoning, somehow. Not that Parker'd have her phone on anywhere its ring would cause a problem, but hey, in his sleep hungover brain, emailing just seemed to make more sense.

( sendin' emails )

After hitting send he tipped his chair back, smirking as he put his feet on the desk and sipped his coffee. If she was around, that last line would definitely get a response.

[ooc: open, of course!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Anyone coming into the lobby might notice that part of the lobby has been turned into a puppet stage show with appropriate seating.

They might also notice a sign that says:

Multiple Madrox Productions is proud to present:

A Very Special Episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker

"Once Again With Subtext"

Once people have taken their seats (if they are so inclined) the lights dim and curtain on the puppet stage comes up.

( This... cannot end well. )

[ooc: Why yes. I am insane. So insane I'm doing OCD for this. ~~Wait please.~~ OCD is up. Yes, I'm strange. Shh. Don't tell anyone.]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom.

*Santa never ran. It was undignified.

[ooc: Tannim thinks he's Santa. He's not wearing a costume, just walking around with a bag of "toys" and trying to get into all the rooms. If you want him to get into your room, please tag into the post with your room number and whether it's occupied when Santa arrives. You're also welcome to run into him in the hallways.

[ETA: It's afternoon when he's running around the dorms, but his delusional mind thinks it's later at night.]

Current Mood: jolly

nadiathesaint

It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that Nadia was back on the roof.

Still on the roof would be a better phrase.

It was breezy and cool, but not the same biting cold that had kept her from coming up here as much throughout the winter, so she might have been making up for lost time.

She still had her guitar with her, of course, though she wasn't playing it. Just looking out over the town, a slight smile on her face.

[ooc: yep, it's open]

swerval_zero

Zero set up camp at a card table with a hand-lettered sign on the front:

EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE!
Sign this petition to show you want Alec to stay
Get a discount on admission to my new movie!

He does not have hairy toes!

It's not a bribe, it's an incentive.

Oh, yeah, she also had a basket of lollipops for petition-signers.

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Hunching down in the couch and trying to appear inconspicuous in a way that a six-foot-tall woman giant dressed in a leather skirt, man's dress shirt, and no bra or shoes, cannot, Seely flipped through the channels trying to find a movie to watch. He eventually settled on a taping of an amateur production of Twelfth Night.

[Open!]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker's trying for that physical exhaustion thing again. It'd have to help her sleep better, right?

The punching bag is suffering for her insomnia.

[open for all your gym needs]

swerval_zero

It was Oscars time, which meant, of course, it was time for a party, thrown together at the last minute because Zero had been in editing a lot recently. She had set out an array of ~~handwavey~~ bite-size tasty appetizers, big bowls of popcorn, and an assortment of sodas, water, and sparkling juices.

Come! Snark at celebrities! Try to guess who's wearing a dress by ~~totally fictional designer~~ Claude Shi!

((OOC: It was totally always in the right place. Really.))

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

captainliberty

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.

[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had woken up very, very hungry. And she didn't want to wake up Mommy. That would be bad.

So instead she was very, very sneaky - she was going to be a spy after all and Daddy said she could be pretty too! - and crept out of the room until she found one of the big rooms with food in there. She was awfully disappointed not to see Bridge making 'paghetti this time or Auntie Parkie with food though.

But there was food in the cupboards. She knew it. And that was why there was a weetiny blond girl carefully scaling the counter to get to the top cupboards where she just knew the good food was kept.

[OOC: Open, of course!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After leaving Jarod downstairs, Parker headed for the roof. And a cigarette. Hell yes.

Weird, weird day.

[ooc: open, obviously.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]

blessed_twice

That would be Wyatt, streaking through the hallways, trying desperately to get to his room before anyone saw him.

Yeah, fat chance of that.

But he had a sock and he wasn't afraid to use it.

Current Mood: naked

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders wasn't as physically drained as Tannim was, but after returning from the Underworld he was emotionally exhausted.

Any recent attempts to cut back on the number of cigarettes he consumed went up in -- pun intended -- smoke as he paced the roof, trying to get some semblance of control back.

Actually, he was mostly trying to prevent himself from throwing up, or having a nervous breakdown, or completely losing it one way or another. He'd never had to help kill a friend before . . . even if it had really been a monster wearing a friend's face.

With any luck he'd never have to do it again.

[OOC: The roof is the place for emo -- and open.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was rollerblading through the hallways of the dorm. She was in a pretty good mood and was just rolling along, singing to her ipod. Of course, her singing was kind of loud, and it could kind of make you cringe if you listened for more than a half-second.

In her hands she carried a medium-sized basket full of yummy Valentine candies. She was handing them out to whomever passed. If you're lucky, you might get one. Except Parker. Parker might still want to do some sort of bodily damage to Annette. If Annette saw Parker, she just might have to offer her the whole damn basket.

So wheeeee! Yay for candy!

(ooc: open!)

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There are people -- mainly swordmasters and those crazy guys from movies about Vietnam -- who believe that in order to be a good fighter, you have to know your weapon, love your weapon, be your weapon, caress it like a lover, eat with it, sleep with it... You get the picture.

The point is, even those people's stomachs would be turned by Sokka right now.

He cradled and caressed his boomerang, clucked and cooed over it, hugged and squeezed it, gave it bubbly kisses, apologized for being away from it for so long...

And also used it to completely obliterate targets on the other side of the salle. A lot.
And when some vicious coconuts snuck in and attacked, he used it to dispatch them, as well.

[[ open! ]]

Current Mood: giddy

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Dick didn't want to be in his room. There was some weird freaky-ness going on and he wanted to be as far away from it as possible. But Dick did want to sleep. Sleep for a long, long time. So he managed to get out of his room (forgetting about closing out the porn on his computer; poor Jim.) and make his way to the common room to sleep. He flopped himself down on the couch...only to fall through it.

He stayed on the floor, too tired to move. You might see a faded arm sticking out from under the couch. Or you might just step on it.

((Open, duh))

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker and Isabel had been ranging the hallways, trying to find a way to communicate; but even mouthing words wasn't very effective.

Throwing herself onto the Third Floor Common Room couch, Parker glared at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution for their dilemma.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker drank a mocha while she waited for Chris, and set up the Gun Range rules and targets.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

[here for

neurotic_witch but open for all your gun range needs]

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

After getting back from town, Pippi makes and puts up the following posters, Wormy the Plush Moonbeast follows behind her holding the tape.

He's so helpful.

( Cut for image )

Text reads...
SKI TRIP
Join Dr. Wilson, Aziraphale
and a crapload of other people
for a day of winter fun at
Wintergreen Resort & Spa!!!

Bus leaves JTK Causeway @
7 AM and returns 11 PM

RSVP Dr. Wilson or Mr. Phale

Current Mood: bouncy

strahl-pirate.livejournal.com

If Balthier saw another pie, he swore that he was going to shoot something: preferably the pie. Sadly though, this was not possible. A because his gun was currently gunked up from the said pies, and the cleaning supplies would not be in for another week and B. Guns were not allowed on campus.

The pirate had at least thankfully escaped the living toys debacle yesterday; the worst that had happened was his Chocobo keychain wouldn’t stop wharking at him, and even that had been adorable.

He settled himself down on the couch and flipped through the channels before settling on a show called Hours of our Existence. It was dramatic, badly acted, and with storylines so outrageous that Balthier found himself laughing at every turn.

"I can't believe they're being serious."

[OOC: I don't know if there is a meta for Days of our Lives, but there it is. XD;]

Current Mood: aggravated

swerval_zero

Despite her usual inclination to sleep as late as possible on Sundays, Zero was up bright and early, roaming the dorms with her camcorder in hand. She'd even wrangled a microphone from somewhere to shove in her ~~victims~~ subjects' faces. After all, this might wear off at any moment and she didn't want to miss any more than she had to.

((So very open, OMG.))

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

As soon as night fell Dick Grayson took off his normal clothes and put on his superhero outfit. He was no longer Dick Grayson he was now...Robin! Boy Wonder! He was ready to protect the school from any evil that was out there. And he could do it better than stupid Batman.

Robin climbed up a suitable tree and scoped the grounds for any danger.

((If you don't mind being harassed and/or possibly tackled by a guy who wears his underwear outside his pants then feel free to walk by!))

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had crashed out early Thursday night, with the predictable result that he woke up in the wee hours of Friday morning.

Since staying in the dorms held absolutely no appeal, he got up, got dressed, (deciding a shirt was unfortunately necessary given the weather), threw on his swoopy coat, and headed out into the night.

A sudden break in the clouds left him staring up into the sky, and he lay down on top of a picnic table, hands folded behind his head, and tried to figure out which star was Parker's.

[ooc: open! But thread with Jack and Parker locked to them, please.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Great, so after a fairly upsetting trip to the clinic, Anders had found out from Tori last night that Angela seemed to be missing. Then he'd stopped by the library after Spy Tech this morning to find out that Bridge hadn't made it in for his shift, which really wasn't like him. All of this was adding up to a big old ball of worrisome things, and now Anders was beyond waiting for the other shoe to fall; he was waiting for the entire shoe rack to cave in on his head.

But he still didn't have any clue where to start as far as figuring things out, and he was angry, frustrated, and scared. Not to mention feeling really gross from smoking his way through two packs of cigarettes last night.

So once he got back from the library he went up to his room to put on the leather riding gear, then headed down to the garage, where he climbed on his Glider, fired up the engines, and took off on a tense, breakneck-speed ride around the island several times, until he felt calm enough to think.

Which was exactly what he did -- while sitting cross-legged on his Glider outside the garage, making inroads on a new pack of cigarettes.

[OOC: Open to all, particularly plotty people, but everybody anyway, hey!]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim wandered out to the common room with a bowl of candy - which included a few Canary Creams from the joke shop mixed in there - and turned on the second night of the season premiere of 60. There might be dead terrorists on the screen and there might be people turning into giant birds in the common room. No matter what, Jim figured he was going to be entertained tonight.

He couldn't help but wonder who was playing the one guy. "I know I've seen him in something. Oh! Wait! The stoner movie! The guy from the White Castle movie!" Jim was way too excited about figuring that out.

[OOC: Open as a common room tends to be. There are a handful of Canary Creams in the candy bowl. If you want to eat one, feel free. You'll be a giant canary for the span of a comment or so. And 60 is, of course, 24. Unless somebody directs me to a different meta for it.

Also, I'm American. I didn't know about any Australian politicians named John Howard. But ~~meta-Bauer has a slight Australian accent~~ Australia has a meta-Bauer accent because of it, okay?]

http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/

It's Weiss's 17th birthday and he's providing chocolate cake and (moddable) soda! There's even some vegan cupcakes if you're so inclined. This shindig is open invite, so come on down.

[OOC: ~~I will be in and out for a bit, so count on Weiss's threads to be slowplay until after 8 and then full-on party mode after that~~ I'm here!]

ETA: Oh yes, there's actually a sign up that indicates party and free cake, if your character needs a reason to wander in. I forget details.

Current Mood: happy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

After getting off of work, Teddy went to the gym. That Superheroing class made him want to try working out again. Wouldn't be good to look like he had been slacking in front of Cassie.

His problem? He had no idea how to use most of the equipment in the gym. After staring blankly at the weights, he decided that it would be safest to stick to stretching and a few sit ups.

[[ooc: for

ranma_sao, but open like a thing that is really open]]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco had claimed the remote as his own and was now channel surfing from about a foot away from the television. There was a big, forgotten bowl of popcorn behind him.

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her ~~handwavily~~ grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!

Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.

[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Before going down to meet the new people, Parker decided a real welcome was in order.

That's why she was blowing soap bubbles off the roof, right over the entrance.

The new people should get *some* hint this place wasn't normal before they met the squirrels....

[open to all]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was getting completely sick of being pied.

He'd had more showers today than anyone should ever have, and he was running out of clothes.

Once more showered and changed, he was just venturing outside when a veritable squall of pies descended upon him. Fruit pies, cream pies, chocolate pies -- a plethora of pies, falling from the sky, and coating him from head to toe in crust and filling.

It eventually died away, leaving Jack standing there, dripping with pie, a curve of pie crust hanging off one ear. "Fine." He shook himself vigorously, slicked a hand through his hair, smooshing pie into it, and wiped his face. "Fine!" he yelled at the sky. "If that's the way you want it."

No, he didn't know who he was talking to, but he had some vague notion he might have angered the pie gods.

Grumbling under his breath, he started stripping out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, the pie gods chose that moment to follow up with a brief lemon meringue flurry.

Now not quite completely naked, he stalked back into the dorms, heading for his room.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Jack's naked, but there's sufficient pie coating him to preserve anyone's modesty...anyone else's modesty, that is. He doesn't have any. I've been awake since 3 am and my brain's mooshy, so I might be a bit slow.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

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