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The lobby was nicely decked out with garlands and lights and such, and a large table with an array of food from Cafe Fina, including pumpkin empanadas and turkey and cranberry taquitos, as well as a lot of more traditional foods from all over the world.

The apple strudel and the sashimi are looking particularly delightful.

Nadia, looking a bit tired with her brace and sling in place, a hammer tucked into the sling, was at one end of the table, munching on a pumpkin empanada.

It was finally time to do the dinner she and Pippi had been planning for weeks.

[ooc: ~~limited OCD is a-coming~~ come one, come all, everyone with access to the first floor lobby is invited!]

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

A section of the common room was decorated with balloons, streamers and a Happy Birthday Lana banner. A cake sat in the middle of a table ready to slice. Confetti, noise makers and little curls of ribbon littered the two surrounding tables, a third table for presents was decorated with just as much fanfare.

((OOC: Party is not locked but specific players have been notified about it. To be SPed as needed))

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana curled up on the couch and flipped through channels aimlessly, before giving up and reading instead. She was finding it hard to focus on any one thing and hoped that if she hung out in the common room people would come distract her.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes for Dawn. Making the batter had been relatively easy, but trying to come up with funny shapes was proving a little more difficult. He tried to do a car but it came out looking more like a deformed amoeba. He had better look with the teddy bear -- one large circle with two smaller ones for ears and that was the first one he presented to his girl friend, along with sides of bacon and eggs.

"This okay?" he asked, still in full grovelling mode.

[ooc: for Dawn but open for all your cr needs though can't promise breakfast will be included. ;)]

Current Mood: hopeful

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Rizzo, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables by the unlit fire, leaned back and folded her legs in the tight black dress she had found in her closet this morning. Loose t-shirts and those jeans? So not her style. Why she even had them, she didn't know. She had woken up with the worst craving for a cigarette, a need she was now satisfying with a long drag and relieved exhale. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, leaning back on the other as she surveyed the goings-on around her with an amused little smile, sunglasses perched on top of her head at the moment.

[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova hadn't really unpacked, so moving into the cabin hadn't been much of a stretch. An early night had meant that her body had gotten the sleep it needed to kick back onto Fandom time. Now, she had found an Adirondak chair somewhere, got a little crackling fire going, and kicked back to enjoy. Fresh air, open sky . . .

It was good to be home.

[[Open like an open thing, yo.]]

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

In the cabins, the peaceful cabins, the future's last best hope for mankind lay in his bed.

Somehow, amidst his two cabinmates sawing sequoias like it's an event sponsered by Skil, John slept. And he dreamed...( Read more... )
John screamed.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

During the afternoon, posters go up all over the camp, stuck to cabin walls by any means necessary.

( the poster )

(ooc: text: Cheerleading tryouts, where: the camp gym, when: Sunday 5/28, time: 2 pm - ? signed Buffy Summers)

(Feel free to tear the poster(s) off your cabin if you feel like it)

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

( The boy just never shuts up... )

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

( All I want is a pair of sunglasses. )

[[ooc:Preplayed - Interaction after "Pippi" leaves Maia locked to a certain Danish Prince.]]

Current Mood: cranky

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter and Nadia had done their shopping at All and Sundries and Walter has theme decorations and treats for a pirate's birthday. StuCo has supplied Chinese food (on Cinco de Mayo) and there is pirate themed music because the Schottische is obligatory tonight.

Come, eat, drink, celebrate surviving a school year and the birthday of Fandom's favorite girl pirate.

[ooc: OCD threads up. ~~Please wait for the OCD threads, or ~~ghost pirates~~ ~~pirate ghosts~~ ghost pirates will come to your home and refuse to parlay.~~]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

The pool was quiet and deserted when Ivanova padded down, shedding towel and flipflops by the poolside. Being back on the station and the abrupt realisation that soon she'd be heading right back for good had made her appreciate things like a really big pool. She paused for a moment on the end of the highest diving board, savouring the moment, before diving gracefully off. Cannonballs were for later.

[[Pool's open, come join my waterbaby.]]

Current Mood: melancholy

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova had a bag of boiled sweets, fuzzy slippers, and Kill It Before It Dies. She kicked back and lounged on one of the sofas, ready for some black-and-white goodness. And, of course, Billy.

Current Mood: relaxed

jacks-roses.livejournal.com

( Delivered to Maia Rutledge, Room 217: )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Garbage - So Like a Rose

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Various inflatable pool toys are scattered in the pool and around it.

There's a radio playing any number of random CDs provided by Pippi. So unless somebody else wants to bring some music there's an eclectic mix of Flogging Molly, Butler Fetish, The Ramones, and sea shanties blaring.

There's also a table chock full of foodstuffs.

Swim. Eat. Play.

Leave your emo at the door.

[[ooc: OCD threads ~~going~~ up.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: Basement Pool
Current Music: Rock and Roll High School

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana made it through classes then went back to her room, trying not to look at the now-empty room across the hall. She'd talked to so many people about Shep leaving... Janet, Isabel, Anders and Victor, Phoebe, Jarod yesterday at the bookstore, Kiki today...

Sometimes it seemed like it got easier to talk about, but the pain just didn't seem to get any duller. She still couldn't eat, barely slept... She fought hard not to just hide away in her room, refusing to curl up under her covers and wish the world would go away, but God... There was nothing she'd rather do.

[OOC: Feel free to come check on her, harass her to eat, be a shoulder, whatever. She'll be grateful in the long run.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana looked at the food offered for lunch and decided she just couldn't take any more chemical compositions while she was trying to eat. Instead she went back to the gym to work on her kicks with the standing bag.

She's hungry and a little grumpy, but absolutely interruptable. She'd probably welcome it, in fact!

[OOC: Gym, is of course, totally open for anyone's gym needs.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana's there a little early as usual, though perhaps looking a bit more grumpy than usual. Having every attempt to eat turn into an impromptu Chemistry lesson will do that to a girl.

She has out the sign up sheet for the trip to Smallville and a variety of foods which she's eyeing with some longing.

"Angel had a good suggestion - that we open the trip up to some people who aren't in the Club. I know Angel, Callisto, Xander, Blair (and a friend possibly), Shep, and myself are planning to go. Maia had expressed interest. Anyone else in the club wanting to go? I'm thinking 20 or so people is about the max to bring along."

"Oh, and we also need to decide when we want to go. I'm good pretty much any weekend."

[OOC: Once again will be at rehearsal from about 5:15 EST till (please *GOD*) no later than 10:30. Unless the Fates hate me, which given this show is entirely possible.]

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

On her way back to her dorm room Maia remembered to slip the note under Chiana's door.

A short note and the extra key to her room was inside.

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana took the time to clean Room 403 thoroughly before she headed up to the West Attic to start moving her things. She'd picked up some stuff from the Emporium to make the room seem a little more *hers*, so she made the bed and put up the prints she'd picked up after the room was clean. She figured that way, no matter how tired she was after moving everything, at least her bed would already be made so she wouldn't have to worry about it.

She admired the view from her window for a moment, then sighed and started the trek up to the West Attic to collect all of her things. Hopefully, Shep and Han would be along to help out and it was always possible that others might lend a hand to when they saw her moving.

[Anyone who wants to come help Lana shuffle her stuff down to the fourth floor, please feel welcome!]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip had donned his millitary coat to protect him against the cold. It is not warm out on the roof.

But he has promised he would. And he did not break promises. He lived up to his word.

He had burnt the CD on his computer earlier that day and had borrowed a stereo. Now it was just a matter of waiting for Maia to show up. He wraps his red scarf around his neck a little tighter and tries not to shiver.

[[OOC: Pip's here to dance with Maia and Maia alone. If anyone else wants to interrupt or come up and join them for a dance, feel free. They'll be listening to a variety of songs. So just pretend that Pip burnt the ULTIMATE DANCING CD WITH ALL THE GREAT DANCING SONGS EVER. He had a lot of spare time today.]]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron returns from a run into town with a couple of bags. He's got muffins from Jeff the God of Biscuits, the NPC bakery, and ingredients for his omelettes and the pancakes Marty is going to make. Hopefully either Marty or Rory show up soon because Cam's really not too good at making coffee. With the invitation folder helmet on, he is however capable of making a damn wicked omelette.

((Yes, this is adressed to the 2nd floor but anyone who wanders by will get breakfast. So feel free to drop in.))

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

Maia hurried along the hallway yanking every poster she could find of Phoebe, Bel had just called Phoebe was hurt. Grabbing the last poster she headed as fast as she could to the the clinic

Current Mood: scared

conathon.livejournal.com

Here's a Sawyer ~~,there's a Sawyer~~ and ~~another lil' Sawyer~~ he's carrying all his crap from Room 303 to the West Attic, and by crap, I mean crap. Tattered jeans, button up plaid shirts, dirty socks, dirty t-shirts, boxers...this could go on forever. He also needs to get his computer, and a few other things.

Help?

[[ Locked to Maia for plot purposes. Sorreh little llamas! ]]

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

Every Common Room and Every bulletin board are plastered the new posters

Phoebe For Junior Rep

Underneath the bulletin boards in the common rooms on the tables are bags of custom M&Ms with re-elect Phoebe on them in colors of purple and pink.

Satisfied with the nice display Maia hurried off to get her things together for class.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker's got the cookies, Twinkies, and drinks, all laid out as promised.

The posters for herself, Marty, Alanna, Liz, and Phoebe are in here too.

She's just waiting for her classmates to show to discuss what they want to do this week.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Adventures of Bitterwoman" on the TV

notstakedyet.livejournal.com

Feeling restless, Angel decided to go down to the now squid-free pool and do some laps.

Sean kept him company by sitting on the sidelines and chewing a squeaky toy.

Anyone who accused the vampire of having extra energy because he was nervous about a certain event with a certain girl that night would be immediately splashed.

Or dunked.

Possibly both.

[ooc: Open to any and all. Swim. Mock. Play with the puppy. Whatever.]

Current Mood: restless

nadiathesaint

Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Current Mood: nervous

lovelylana.livejournal.com

After being checked over by Doctor House, Lana made her way up to the 4th floor common room. She had seen Shep earlier at the meet and greet for the new students, but had left early to go see the doctor. She didn't feel like being cooped up in a dorm room so she grabbed a blanket and pillow and headed to the common room to veg in front of the TV and hopefully not be alone.

[Open for interaction with anyone]

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!]

ETA: New Students - Please sign in here

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

Maia had just come from Chiana's room discussing how they were going to get to Seattle. Looking at her pile of presents on the desk Maia knew she had to get everything delivered before tomorrow or else there would not be any time to take care of it.

For

futurevisions ( A golden envelope containing two tickets for )

For

lovelylana ( a black velvet box containing )

For

likeguidelines ( a wooden box full of packing straw )

For

wrathbaitjohn ( a black army style footlocker with )

((OOC: the following people will get gifts tomorrow

drgrissom and

equalsmcsquared and anyone else I have forgotten in this first round, if your going to Seattle *grins* you'll get your present there.))

((OOC 2: Lana came by but I have to work all day tomorrow so if you just want to assume that Mai left them outside the door that is perfect for me as I won't be able to answer any comments until tomorrow evening after I go to bed tonight.))

Current Mood: Holly and Jolly

lovelylana.livejournal.com

After leaving a message for Shep on his white board, Lana comes in and settles down to do some studying.

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

For ( Lee Adama: )

For ( Vala Mal Doran: )

For ( Lilly Kane: )

For ( Lana Lang: )

For ( Maia Rutledge: )

For ( Angela Chase: )

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

For ( Shep: )

For ( Lily Evans: )

For ( Allie Cameron: )

For ( Bagoas: )

For ( Never-Bunny Logan: )

For ( Lane Kim: )

For ( Maia Rutledge: )

For ( Angela Chase )

lovelylana.livejournal.com

For some reason Lana couldn't sleep this morning. After tossing and turning for a while she finally gave up and wandered down to the common room. She curled up on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping around till she found something interesting.

She stumbled across an old episode of "The Farthest Edges" with an actor who looked frighteningly similar to Principal Bristow and settled back to watch it and maybe doze a little.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige called Boone to ask him to come meet her in the common room, pretty sure he'd not find anything wierd there.

She looked around at all the Spongebob decorations and food she'd made, she just hoped he liked it all.

((feel free to Slow Play all weekend anyone that might like to come))

Current Mood: bouncy

aka-vala.livejournal.com

The doors are closed, and locked, but Vala's taking no chances. She's brought hot cocoa and the cookies she decorated for Art class. She's sitting on the floor, first in line, camping out for Pageant tickets.

(Feel free to come and join in. ;-)

ETA: And the box office is open, people! ;-)

Current Mood: excited

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Kiki is flying about the school and town like mad today, her Santa hat cocked aside on her head. (Brace yourselves, this is a long one!)

For ( Logan Huntzburger: )

For ( Bagoas: )

For ( Duo Maxwell: )

For ( Alanna Trebond: )

For ( Maia Rutledge: )

For ( Marty Blank: )

For ( Charlie Kawalsky: )

For ( Rory Gilmore: )

For ( Veronica Mars: )

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana's wandering about straightening things and humming under her breath - and not so much under her breath at times. She's just feeling happy and content. She hopes Shep will stop by at some point so they can do his last PT, but she'd be glad to see anyone, really. :)

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige is sitting in the common room looking like she's having some sort of internal battle with herself, which she is namely 'why do I love Sawyer, when he's so bloody stubborn'.

Sighing she pulls out her notebook and starts to write, possibly fanfic, possibly a list of pros and cons of Sawyer. Some sort of distraction would probably be welcomed.

((anyone?))

Current Mood: blah

the4thsister.livejournal.com

With thanksgiving over with Paige realised that meant she had to start thinking about Christmas and more particularly Christmas presents and where she was gonna go and what Sawyer would want to do.

Sighing she pulled a notebook from her bag and began to write a list of people she had to buy for

James
Boone
Maia
Tonks
Phoebe
Piper
Grams

she looked at the list trying to figure whether to get Geoff anything or not.

((oh so very open to anyone!))

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*In preparation for his mortal holiday plans tomorrow, DEATH is sitting in the 3rd floor common room with an array of craft items in front of him. He is wearing an orange and yellow robe in a dizzing pattern and seems to have a necklace of nuts hanging around his neck. DEATH, it seems, is feeling very festive.

The table in front of him is littered with construction paper, scissors, glue, and, most importantly, so many feathers that today, pehaps, the common room is not the place for those with allergies.

He seems to be contrcuting a full-sized turkey, with chin straps for legs, out of craft materials.*

((OOC: Craft time! DEATH may be slightly spotty today, but he's happy to share his stuff.))

wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com

Having finally convinced the hospital staff that he was a 'big boy', and since his injury was to neither his head or his feet, he was released on his recognisense.

After getting back to the dorm, he carefully opened the door and slipped inside before the kitten his roommate had emailed him about could sneak out. Because the last thing he felt up to was chasing the damn thing down the hall. He'd probably damage the other arm. Or worse a leg. 'Cause there was no way he was using crutches any time soon.

He had a whole boatload of medical crap either tucked under his arm or in his sling. He sets the four prescription bottles on the desk along with the folder that has his x-rays and all kinds of notes and stuff he was supposed to bring to Dr. Wilson on Friday at his appointment. He also had gauze and tape to cover the stitches.

He dropped his bags under his desk and flopped on the bed, cradling his arm, which now hurt like hell from the walk back to the dorm and up the stairs. He checked the time. Still another hour before he could take another pill. Damn.

Hauling himself out of bed, and cursing himself for not remembering before he lay down, he cracks the door open (the monster kitten hasn't been sighted yet, but he knows it has to be around somewhere), grabs the marker off the clip and scribbles, "The prodigal Shep has returned. Now in one piece." Then goes back in and lays on the bed, finding his own sheets and pillows ridiculously comfortable and comforting.

He suspects he may regret not bothering to get his boots off, but it just seems like too much of a bother.

[ETA: fixed the subject line to say Tuesday... seriously, the mun just wants it to be after work tomorrow.]

[ooc: mun will be in and out tonight, so if Shep doesn't answer the door straight away, assume his pills put him to sleep.]

drgrissom.livejournal.com

Room 217 - Maia and Grissom - NFB

[OOC: This conversation was played on AIM because LJ today is the devil. Therefore, the conversation is finished and the post is not open to further interaction with either character. ~~And yes, we stole the brilliant posting concept from last night because it is SO much better than posting a chat log. You evil geniuses.~~]

Maia

Maia sat in her room after the Festival thinking of the tension between Justin and Lana. Maia sighed heavily and then smiled at the thought of Chiana trying a candy apple for the first time. She glanced over at the picture of her and Sara on the desk and sighed again. You're moving on, I'm moving on. I want you to be happy, I really do.

( Cut for Length )

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige is laying on the couch with Lancelot on her chest, he meows, "yeah I'm bored too, Lance, but there you go."

He moves up to her face and sniffs her, "Hell if it'll entertain you go ahead, but if you kill anyone I don't know you right?" she tells him.

He jumps off her and wonders out of the room.

"And be back by curfew," she calls after him, not sitting up.

Current Mood: bored

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

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