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mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Maddie had come out to the common room just for some mindless entertainment, which naturally meant TV. After flipping channels, she landed on something showing a movie called Goatnado, which was just starting.

So of course that was what she put on.

Even better, the little ad at the bottom of the screen declared it was part of Goat Week, where they showed their goats-as-predators movies all week. TV was amazing.

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Any concerns Maddie had had about giving up her powers had been nicely put to rest by actually turning completely intangible over the last week. She couldn't talk, she couldn't touch anything, and she'd spent most of her time worrying that she'd just dissipate into nothing.

So today, powerless Maddie was taking advantage of soda and pizza that had just been delivered, because naturally when you got your body back you filled it with things that were bad for you. She was even flipping channels on the remote just because she could actually push the buttons.

[Open! Have pizza.]

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

tigerundercover

It had actually taken Raven a little while to realize that something had gone terribly wrong this morning. A few minutes in which she had hidden in a stall in the bathroom, staring into a compact mirror and cursing as she tried to make herself look like anything other than her natural blue scaley self.

She'd then spent another half and hour in said bathroom stall attempting the calming and meditation techniques Charles had taught her in order to try to regain control over her ability.

It wasn't working. She'd completely lost her ability to shift.

This had led to rushing back to her room in a flurry, grabbing the only pair of jeans she owned, her formal gloves, and -- at a loss for a top that provided the proper coverage -- one of Chuck's hooded sweatshirts and pulled them all on before anyone could see her in her blue glory.

Now? Now, hood pulled up to shadow her face as much as possible, she was raiding the common room kitchen for food before looking for somewhere to hide. Maybe she'd try to find Dracula. He had some limited shapeshifting abilities, maybe he could advise her? He'd at least make sure no one tried to kill her, right?

She muttered a flurry of very unladylike words as she grabbed an entire loaf of bread and attempted to cram it into her purse.

She was going to need a bigger bag.

[ooc: Chuck's sweatshirt modded with permission. Post is quite open, yes indeed.]

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!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

The gun vending machine was still there. Maddie had really thought someone would have done something about this by now, and she had no idea what it meant that no one had. Could she blame the NRA for this?

She had to admit she was really curious, though, about what kind of weapons they actually had in vending machines, and also about what would happen if she actually got one. Normally she'd say that she was too poor to waste money on something she didn't even want like this, but she had found free money in a box, so she figured she was breaking even by putting the money in and hitting a few random buttons.

Once she had it, she looked around like she was expecting this to be some sort of sting operation. Apparently it wasn't. And you know, maybe she should have thought about what she was supposed to do with this thing now...

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

After classes, Maddie had hung out in town for a while, finally returning with a very large coffee because who really needed to sleep on a Friday night anyway. She'd even only slipped on ice like twice.

And then she stopped in her tracks when she saw the vending machine in the lobby.

"Uhhh," she said, looking around for a camera because she had to be on a prank show.

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Apparently when you were all restless and keyed up and a little, um, hormonally occupied, watching TV was not the escape it should be. There was something about watching ridiculously pretty people that was distracting, and not in the way Maddie was looking for.

Weird, right? Who knew.

She was flipping channels, desperately looking for something that she could deal with watching for a while. She stopped on Teen Mom for a minute, wondering if teenagers with babies would help, but that was just too sad so she just kept flipping.

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

So this had happened again, and while Maddie wasn't happy about it, she was resigned to dealing with this for a while. It just meant putting on non-girl's clothes and trying not to look too sulky when she went into the common room, hoping to see that this had happened to more people besides her. When no one was in there at first, she just turned on the TV and ordered some pizza, hoping to lure people out of hiding to commiserate.

By the time the pizza showed up, she'd found the crocodile movie marathon on Syfy. Now those were two things that went together.

[Open!]

robinonadderall

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

The sixth floor common room was all done up for a party. Really all that meant was that there was pizza, chips, and drinks (including some that seemed to be mysteriously unlabeled for anyone who might want to drink something that IS TOTALLY FINE AND YOU CAN'T PROVE OTHERWISE in the dorms). There was also a small American flag over by the TV to indicate that what this weekend was really about wasn't completely forgotten, especially considering Jessica's recent military experiences.

But those experiences were even more reason for her to relax, play some music on the radio, and hope that nobody stabbed anybody this time.

[OOC: This is the party with the I Never game that leads to Not-So-Final Destination Week. If you'd like to participate in that, please at least establish yourself in the game and maybe throw out some prompts!

Everyone in the dorms is invited via fliers from earlier this week.]

arsenicmauls

Fact the first: Gert had gone out this afternoon in search of one (1) sandwich.

Fact the second: Someone (a bartender? Gert hadn't caught his (her?) name, but he (she?) had hair tucked into a baseball cap and seemed very drunk) had been racing around a town with two garbage bags that held a combined two hundred bagels.

Fact the third: Evidently running away from a pursuer, who Gert assumed was the owner of the bagel store, Baseball Cap had thrust one of the bags at Gert and yelled at her to take it and run.

And so it was that a baffled Gert hauled a massive bag of about a hundred bagels up the stairs through town and up to the second floor common room, at which point she proceeded to dump the bag on the counter and collapse on the couch with a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese.

What. The hell.

[[open. i don't know. if you care, it was totally april.]]

whenshewasnice

There could've maybe been reason to freak out when you woke up in a strange room with no recollection of how you'd gotten there. But Helen was honestly just glad to be magically away from her freak show clusterfuck of a family. Even if it meant having to feed a strange cat who was very insistent that she pay attention to him.

And having done that, she'd set out to explore. Which had quite naturally led to stealing some fruit from the common room kitchen, before spotting the art supplies. And that, in turn, led just as naturally to spreading a bunch of the stuff on one of the tables and getting started on a collage with defaced Cosmo clippings and an ironic use of glitter, while snacking on fruit.

Now she was in her element.

[ooc: Open! Nat is now troll-haired Helen from Rampart.]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

So. This was still. going. on.

Call Maddie naive, but she'd thought that letting a de-aged trickster god swipe her V-card might have alleviated some of the, um, problems she was having. Apparently not! Apparently she was stuck with this feeling till it went away for everyone and that was stupid. God.

This wasn't even her first cold (okay, very cool) shower of the day, and while she knew it was probably killing the environment, it made her feel better at least for a little while. Not dirty, by the way, amazingly.

[Open for all your cold shower needs. YOU KNOW YOU HAVE THEM.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla and Jims, dressed in their Easter best, had returned from church on the mainland and were now in the common room. They (well, Rilla. Jims was only so helpful) unloaded an enormous hamper of food that Susan had sent from Ingleside. Despite Rilla being at school for three years, nothing could convince Susan that Yankees knew the first thing about cooking.

So there were hot cross buns and pies and cakes and cookies while Rilla was starting on some eggs and tea and Jims was trying to fit himself into the now-empty hamper.

Have some Easter brunch, everyone! Rilla promises not to check to see if you attended a service.

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Maddie had called for one pizza. One. Instead, they delivered three, said something about not being used to delivering just one here, and so now Maddie had three pizzas.

Or rather, the common room had three pizzas, because she wasn't going to be able to eat all that. So they were set out for people to take advantage of, while Maddie looked for something to watch. So far it looked like the best choice was America's Next Top Model reruns, mostly because she kept getting distracted trying to remember if that show was even still on.

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Maddie was trying to channel surf. And in fact, she was making channels change every couple seconds. It was just that she wasn't really focusing on trying to find something good on TV because of the deer hiding behind a chair that kept poking its head up to see what she was doing.

After a while of this, she finally asked, "You know I can see you, right?"

The deer ducked back behind the chair again, but Maddie just sighed when she saw it peek up at her again.

[Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Maddie had ~~finally been able to upload icons~~ woken up late. It was one of the cool things about being here, getting to sleep in however late you wanted without having anywhere to be most days and she was planning to take advantage of that as much as possible.

Eyes still blurry with sleep, she got all the way to the sink to brush her teeth, looked in the mirror... paused... touched her face and saw that yes, it totally seemed to be her face...

Forgive the "AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" from inside the bathroom, everyone. It was her first time.

[Open!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was rapidly learning that the fifth floor common room wasn't nearly as childproof as she remembered.

"Jims, don't pull that wire!"

"Jims, don't open those drawers, please!"
"Jims, off of the countertop."

She finally got him distracted with some fingerpaints (which, for the time being at least, were staying on paper and not on Rilla's dress, the sofa, or the coffee table) and got herself a soothing cup of tea and got back to knitting a sock.

It had been so much easier when Jims had slept all the time.

[OOC: Open, naturally!]

Current Mood: tired

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Was it bad that this place didn't take as much getting used to as expected? Sure, day one was filled with a lot of information and surprise and everything. Maddie was rooming with a girl with time traveling parents and a dinosaur, she'd gotten the rundown on the possibility of turning into a boy from a talking pink pony who held mirrors, there was a girl from an alternate universe of where she came from and also at least two Avengers hanging around, one of which was supposed to be dead in Maddie's time. When she went to bed last night, she wasn't sure she was going to be sticking around.

And then this morning she woke up, remembered that she'd been a superhero-in-training two days ago who was going to be a walking ghost in like ten years, and she realized she wasn't really in a different situation than she was before. Well, here they weren't going to ask her to save the world at all, which was exactly the thing she'd been trying to get away from anyway.

Since her side of the room still looked too depressingly empty to want to hide out in there, Maddie ventured out into the common room to check it out. Where "check it out" meant "find a seat on the sofa and make sure they had cable."

[Open CR!]

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Dorm lobby- Friday evening

Second floor common room- Monday evening

Second floor common room- Saturday afternoon

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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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