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ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet's bored tonight. He's plopped himself in a common room, and flips channels, looking for something good on TV. There's not much on, so he settles on a re-run of Galaxy Quest: The New Adventures, and only half watches the show. It's better than doing nothing.

[OOC: Open if you have any burning common room needs.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

"We might want to intercede here," Krycek said, watching the Mole Men. "Or explode, which I'd really rather avoid."
( And now, the exciting conclusion... )

[ooc: Same Deal. OOC Commentary welcome, but this time, if a Swerval individual or two Shakespearean blokes want to explain what happened to them, they can do that ICly too. Woo!]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

[ooc: Following directly from here. You might want to read that first.]

Cally hits the bottom of the shaft she had fallen in mere moments before, which thankfully came to a safe incline and she merely tumbles sideways until her momentum is stopped by a stack of large sacks. About the only injuries she sustains are the soreness from tumbling over the various things in her toolbelt. She shakes her head and tries to get her bearings on where she has ended up.

She stands up, taking in the surroundings. She appears to be on an upper ledge, looking out over an extensive system of large pipes, enormous valves, and some rather impressive yet antiquated boilers. Something seems out of place, however, but Cally is unable to take in exactly what, as her recon was about to be interrupted...
( Cut for length again, yay preplay )
[OOC: Oh noes! What ever will our intrepid heroes do? There is danger! And they are but normal people. Can they possibly save the day? Stay tuned... (No IC interaction possible, OOC commentary welcome, etcetera)]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally has not been having a good day. She had been going over her revised, carefully drawn plans for Pippi's outboard motor, but a slight misstep, a trip, and a fall later, she found them disappearing down an air vent.

Not one to be defeated by an air vent, Cally quickly hops down to her room, put on her orange jumpsuit, straps on her toolbelt, and heads out to start unscrewing the vent...

( cut for length, woe )
[OOC: What is in store for our intrepid band of unfortunate heroes? Stay tuned, Same FH-time, Same FH-channel... later today. Preplayed with all parties involved, no IC interaction allowed, OOC commentary happy-shiny fun time okay.]

chasingangela

As the poster promised, there are bacon, eggs and toaster strudel available in the dorm lobby. There's even extra icing for the strudel, and gallons of coffee. It probably smells amazing.

But to get to this bounty, you need to fork over $2. Somebody will probably press a teal deer awareness button at you, too.

What to do? The coffee and strudel do look good...

Current Music: Peter, Paul & Mary

game-of-you.livejournal.com

After the production last night, all the cast and crew seemed to want to do was to go home and sleep. As for Dream, all he wanted to do was think about his conversation with Titania, and what could have been. That particular train of thoughts ate the night.

But the formalities must be observed, and the actors and technicians deserved some small celebration. To that end, Dream has assembled a buffet and put on soft, relaxing classical music. With the desks pushed to the side and flowers and candles scattered throughout the room, only the light scent of chalk betrays the room's workaday purpose.

[OOC: I'm here. Rory is AFK until later today, woe. Open to cast, crew and invited guests only. And yes, we should play out acts IV and V today if at all possible.]

deliciouslucky.livejournal.com

"They're after me Lucky Charms!"

That wee exclamation broke the silence of the fourth floor hallway as a wee leprechaun carrying a large pot of breakfast cereal made a manic run for safety, pausing to look into empty rooms for the perfect hiding place for himself and his precious treasure.

He just couldn't get a break. Everywhere he went, pesky children were trying to steal his Lucky Charms.
This would have to stop.

Down the stairs he ran, leaving a trail of magically delicious cereal behind him as he made his way to the third floor, peering into more empty rooms, desperate for a place to hide - any place to hide.

Finally, he found his haven behind a door marked "333." The room held the faint stench of body odor, but there was a pleasant faux-fur sun hanging from the wall, and the closet, it was most invitingly empty...

[[OOC: Feel free to gawk at Lucky as he runs by, but he's not about to interact with anyone except the handful of us who are already chasing him to Macbeth's room.]]

Current Mood: rushed

sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com

Alas, an oasis!

Macbeth made a break for the vending machines in the fourth floor common room after an exhaustive search for something edible left him empty-handed.

He was hungry. He was very hungry, actually.
Disturbingly hungry.
But then, that's bound to happen when one lives on two-month-old pizza and stale twinkies. The pizza had turned all kinds of wonderful shades of green long ago, and the twinkies had gotten to the point where he couldn't actually bite into them anymore for fear of breaking a tooth.
New foodstuffs needed to be attained.
And thus, the quest began.

And he was out of pocket change.

So, there the Scottish Thane stood, shaking the vending machine with famished rage.

Current Mood: hungry

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter's sociology book was in front of him. He really wanted to read it. Really. But then again tonight was Enchanted on the WS network. Peter hadn't watched the show in years and he felt kind of amazed that it was still on the air. Oh well, it was better than sociology, anyway.

[OOC: Open to all!]

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

DEATH is sitting in his room for once, at a desk no less, with a very authentic looking quill and parchment in front of him. Periodically he dips the quill into the nearby ink pot and scribbles a few lines on the paper, only to then cross them out. If he had any musculature to speak of, it is possible his brow would be knit into consternation.

DO YOU THINK, BINKY, THAT A BERET WOULD HELP THE FLOW OF CREATIVITY. IT SEEMS MANY CREATIVE TYPES WEAR BERETS.

Binky snorts slighlty at this from where he stands in the room, behind DEATH, seemingly reading over his shoulder.

((OOC: Door is open and, even if you can't see DEATH, there is still obviously a very large white horse standing in the room.))

sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com

Macbeth was somewhat disappointed. He had been looking forward to a night to just relax. Instead, ~~Hamlet~~ Oliver Brady had wandered into his room in search of his dog, Tiger. He had seemed pretty upset about the loss of the dog, too.
It was the least Macbeth could do to attempt to help.

He wandered up and down the hallways hollering.

"Here, Tiger! Here, lad!"

Current Mood: confused

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Discouraged at not being able to find Tiger, ~~Parker~~ Carol goes back to the Common Room, and is delighted to find the family dog waiting for her.

"Bad, bad, dog," she tells Tiger sternly, scratching behind his ears.

Then she sits down to wait for her children, having gotten a brilliant idea!

A Potato Sack Race!

She did wonder if Mike was okay, though.

_{[ooc: open to all!]}

Current Mood: accomplished

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Pre-played by

kawalsky (Kawalsky),

krycek_rat (Krycek),

ihatedenmark (Hamlet),

rory__gilmore (Rory),

bruiser_in_pink (Molly),

sea_incarnadine (Macbeth),

psycho_jackass (Logan) and

psycho_barbie (Callisto).

Posted in

fandomhighdorms because it was set in the third floor common room at a non-descript time late Friday night. Since this is pre-played and, by the end of it, everyone has left, no IC interaction can occur, but OOC comments are welcome. If your character was in the 3rd floor common room, please assume that we were in there at a different time. People may have overheard us though.

( So How Was Your Day? )

Current Mood: sleepy now

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet plops himself on the couch in the third floor common room ~~because the sixth floor one still hasn't been cleaned up and most of the other ones are full~~. He has a copy of the Fandom High course calender laid out on the table next to some papers he picked up from Wittenberg over the New Years Vacation. He's busy trying to figure out which classes he can take this semester that will get transfer for credit at his old school, and it's not looking too hopeful so far.

[OOC: Open to all.]

Current Mood: working

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

DEATH, on the back of Binky, can be seen riding through the dorm rooms, wearing a standard black robe, a purple leather fedora, and a condom necklace on his scythe. He arrives at Room 333 and notices that his new roommate has not yet arrived. If possible for a seven-foot skeleton, he appears quite pleased and, after consulting what appears to be an interior design book from the 1980s, goes about decorating the room in welcome.

He appears to have copious amounts of faux fur in day glow colors, bits of colored springs, and lots of construction paper. He begins constructing a large, friendly looking sun, as seen in his book, with faux fur rays.

THIS SUN WILL SHINE THE RAYS OF MY WELCOME

...

I BELIEVE THAT WAS PROPERLY METAPHORICAL.

Binky stands in the center of the room, watching patiently with a rubber duck on his back. He may stick his nose out the door from time to time, if someone were to pass down the hall.

((OOC: For the new people: DEATH is a seven-foot tall skeleton, who is often seen with Binky, a large, white, and very much alive horse. Normally he'd be wearing black robes, but, well... he discovered fashion last semester. We'll leave it at that. His eyes glow blue and, for obvious reasons, he has no facial features. DEATH cannot be seen by everyone, because it would break brains. Anyone of a magical/supernatural nature can see him, cats can see him... if you're in a trance, delirious from pain, really high or drunk, or just really Strange-In-The-Head (ie. The Tick) you can probably see him. You might just see a tall, skinny, fuzzy looking guy. The more you interact with DEATH, the better you get at seeing him if you are not so inclined. If you can't see DEATH, you just feel the sense of dread that seems to pervade the area around him. Everyone can hear DEATH, even if they can't see him. His words aren't heard by ears, so much as by heads, but that's not too important. Any Questions?))

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

A table full of food (including some suspicious looking cupcakes) and drinks sit in the lobby. A bunch of name tags sit next to the food so that everyone can write their name down.

[OOC: Come and meet the new students! Are you a new student? Come and meet the not-so-new students!]

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Early Evening, Super-Sekrit Sub Basement Boiler Room

The Sub-Basement Boiler Room, Saturday Late Afternoon.

2nd Floor Hallway, Afternoon.

Brunch to Save the Teal Deer, Lobby, 11 a.m. through the afternoon

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Fourth floor hallway, stairs, and the third floor- Wednesday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Room 333 - Evening

The Search for ... Tiger?

Back in the 2nd Floor common room, yay!

So How Was Your Day? - Third Floor Common Room, late Friday night

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