fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with marco conrad

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco had woken up in the morning and was even shorter than usual. He wasted no time eating large quantities of sugary cereal - most of which ended up on the floor rather than the bowl. Now, he was a wee tiny polar bear, lounging around the ground.

The television was on, there was cereal all over the place, and there was a polar bear chilling on the floor.

[ooc: Open like an open thing!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon," Arthur intoned, smiling at those gathered. "We thought today might make for a good bonding experience over some more sports and, of course, copious amounts of food."

He wasn't overfeeding his reserves, but he was going to abuse frat to stuff his face.

"We have pizzas and hamburgers," he continued, "Feed as you wish. Hannibal will be informing you of the sport of the day."

( the rest is under here! )

[co-written with that guy who likes the other guy with the ears,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: amused

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, fellow fraternity members," Arthur began, crossing his arms and surveying his estate. Or the 1st Floor Rec Room. Whatever you chose to call it. "Today, I thought we'd ease back into our normal activities. We will be watching football." Beat. "Or soccer, as is the local word for it. I think we've got replays of Chelsea versus Manchester City...? Right."

He'd left the catering to Hannibal. He had dearly hoped that hadn't been a miscalculation on his end.

"Yeah, I don't have a clue," Hannibal admitted since soccer -- sorry, football -- wasn't his sport of choice. "I mean, I know we've got something but I can't tell which team's which. I'm too busy following the ball."

This is why hockey gave him a headache until there were fights. The fights were fun. Anyway.

"Anyway, yeah, we're going to be watching the game," he continued. "I picked up pizza, sandwiches and onion rings for those that are really hungry. Those that aren't can snack on the smaller treats. Chips, crackers, that kind of thing. And hey, if you wanna get into fights with each other, go for it. Just don't do any permanent damage."

He was a support frat leader, he was. Still, he gestured to the televisions, the comfy chairs and the food before heading to grab a slice himself.

[co-written with

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: cheerful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It was the first meeting of the frat for the new semester! Hannibal, as you might have expected, was pretty excited about this. Arthur, less so, but that was Arthur for you. Hannibal would pay cash money to anyone who got pictorial evidence of Arthur in glee mode. CASH MONEY.

Naturally, there was food. Burgers, to be precise. And a TV (although Arthur didn't find that particularly natural). And other... things that you found in a rec room.

"Good afternoon," Arthur started, a little looser than his reserve introductions (but only a little). "I'd like to welcome you all back to the Fandom fraternity, Kappa Kappa Gremlin. Today is a day for introductions, of course. Next week we'll resume our work in the vein of last semester. Let us know if you've got any ideas. We're looking at a schedule full of sports..."

"Seriously, don't be shy about suggesting something," Hannibal echoed his co-leader. CO-LEADER. "We're looking at mixing things up, even if we can't do Twister again." That was sad. Sad sad sad. Though, Hannibal figured he could find something just as inane and embarrassing to do on his week to lead the frat.

"So, yeah, let's get with the introductions," Hannibal continued, clasping his hands together. "Name, age, year and let's go with the most macho thing you've ever done. Come on, cough it up. We wanna hear it. And feel free to eat the snacks and bum around the rec room. It's what we're here for."

Current Mood: hopeful

wwiii

One of these days, Warren was going to come up to the roof to do more than awkwardly stand there staring out over the island as the sun worked on setting. Really. In fact, tonight, 'more than awkwardly standing there' was essentially his whole reason for being up there.

Shocking, no?

This time, he didn't even bother to check to see if anyone else was on the roof with him. It was a free roof in a busy dormitory, he knew better by now. No, this time he was going to pull his coat off, lose the harness that was holding his wings in place, and then take a running leap off the edge before he could even have second thoughts and chicken out.

And, now that he was in the air, feathered wings flaring behind him and catching the breeze that he'd thrown himself into? He was going to laugh. It was the delirious, giddy laugh of a boy who had just rediscovered freedom. The sort of freedom that he'd only ever known those few times that he was in the air, with wind moving over his wings and nothing, not even gravity, tying him down unless he decided it was allowed to. It was still cold out, but that was fine. The chill made something as absolutely surreal as flying seem that much more real.

And, after a few laps around the dorms, it was possible that he was still completely giddy by the time he'd come to land again, too high on adrenaline to be thinking about the landing enough to flub it.

Today? Today was officially a good day.

[Open roof is open! A person could get addicted to typing about flying, omg.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco really, really hated the cold. But unlike everyone else, he didn't actually need to deal with the cold and lack of electricity as a human. Which is why there was a polar bear sprawled in the third floor common room, seemingly almost happy with life.

The polar bear was also playing with a Coca-Cola bottle. And old school, glass Coca-Cola bottle. Just because he was cold, didn't mean he had lost all of his sense of humor.

[ooc: Open like a common room with a polar bear is open]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Five days since Rose had seen Lissa, and that was longer than she remembered since they'd met sitting next to each other in kindergarten. When she was by herself, she couldn't stop mentally poking at that oddly blank spot in her head where Lissa was supposed to be. Every once and a while, Rose could almost feel a whisper of emotion from the spot, but it was never constant. It was never the way their bond had always been.

She'd tried to tire herself out today, but she couldn't fall asleep so Rose got up and headed out to the unlit campfire. She scavenged some bread and peanut butter and sat at the campfire to occupy herself by ripping up the slices and throwing pieces into the firepit.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

If you had asked her four days ago, Rose would never have guessed she'd be on some little island in Maryland tonight. She should have been tired after a long series of days, but the cabin seemed too stuffy and hot, and she found herself outside at the campfire.

She surprised herself by managing to light a fire in the pit, and Rose sat just to the side of it, poking at the fire more to soothe her frustrations than actually help the fire. Which became evident as the fire started to sputter and smoke into the night.

Rose paid no attention to that though, too busy glaring at the cabin or the sky to notice something silly like the actual campfire.

[OOC: Campfire = open.]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Fandom High had it's traditions. It had it's gremlins, weird lockers, zombie band, and shirtless students. It also had another, slightly less wide spread, but no less bizarre tradition. A very personal tradition, really.

Which is why there was a polar bear lounging on the floor in front of the TV and the AC was turned on to full blast. The polar bear also had a giant tub of ice cream and, even more randomly, an old fashioned glass bottle of Coca-Cola.

Space Battles IV was playing on the TV. The remote was well hidden underneath a couch, along with a pile of clothes.

[ooc: Marco is still cuter than Anders. Open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper and Blind Seer wandered in to the common room at the usual time for Darkest Night, only to find... reruns. Bah.

Oh well. Just because she'd seen this episode before wasn't going to stop her from watching it again.

[ooc: open, of course!]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

At some point, Marco had stopped hitting the panic button every ten seconds and was now instead in a nice state of numb acceptance. He was also randomly snapping camera phone pictures. Just because.

Jadie on her part was practicing cartwheeling off of the bed. Fluffy, who was back in Marco's loving care, was trying to mimic her and just tumbling off of the couch.

Marco had also turned on the TV and dragged out his video game collection and console figuring that his fellow classmates deserved a bit of a break.

[ooc: Open!]

not_in_the_book

"There's some orange juice in the fridge," Ronan said, as he pulled two tumblers out of the cupboard. "D'you want to pour us some?"

He started assembling items for breakfast -- eggs, bread, bacon, sausage...

[Open! And there will be lots of food to share, oh yes.]

wantstodirect

Late Tuesday morning, several copies of a poster went up around the dorms.
( Poster )

Text:
WILL PAY FOR BABYSITTING SERVICES.

Call Marco or Tony

Please help

[Establishy but open!

ETA: Babysitters needed, yes. If you're interested, contact Marco or Tony IC or OOC.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the ~~meta for~~James Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Okay, so there had been zombies Monday night. That had kind of sucked. But they all got away okay, and now Sokka had zombies on the brain. Which is why he and Momo Jr. and a thick snuggly blanket and a bucket of popcorn and a bottle of Mountain Dew all sat down together for a zombie movie marathon. Really, what else could you do?

wantstodirect

Tonight was the World War I flashback episode with a hot guest star, lots of time in the trenches and enough homoerotic subtext to keep Mason's fangirls squeeing for weeks. Plus, of course, Lee Nicholas, who would be shirtless for at least one scene, if Tony remembered right. Poor James Taylor Grant. He would keep getting those flesh wounds in the torso area.

Tony had a bowl of popcorn and a can of pop and was in his usual spot on the couch in the common room to watch Darkest Night.

Current Mood: amused

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com

Okay, so Claudia had just had the freakiest experience of her life (wtf, creepy little girl trying to eat her, wtf), so she wasn't going anywhere that wasn't brightly lit.

Thus a common room. And a huuuuuuge comforter. And a small mountain of junk food.

And anything but a horror movie on the television.

Current Mood: freaked out liek woah
Current Music: All You Need Is Love - Lynden David Hall

grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com

Molly had no idea what she was doing up this early, but decided to celebrate by wandering into the common room to get a bowl of cereal and glass of juice before she figured out what to do with the rest of her weekend.

Maybe she'd catch up on her Thaumaturgy, since she'd missed Thursday. Or maybe she wouldn't.

She turned the television on and began to surf lazily, right up until the remote stopped working and she got stuck watching some kind of CID marathon, because obviously she wasn't getting up off the couch to change the channel.

[ooc: Open like a common room. And this was always on the right floor, for realz.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

One would think that after having sat through two marathon sessions of the first season with two different people, Cal would have been a little more lenient about his pretensions about watching Rumor Gal. Alas, the remote control still wound up 'lost' beneath the sofa and Cal found himself too 'burdened' by a bowl of popcorn to bother getting up, and the TV was staying on the CW, dammit.

[[ open, of course. God help him. ]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle needed to get out of the room.

Trust her, if you had to deal with her boyfriend at the starts of a potential clothing crisis, you'd need to get out of the room, too.

She thought that maybe it was just best to give Jeff some space right now, so, in the PJ pants and tank top that made up the few articles of clothing that she had available to her after all was said and done,she went down to the common room to make some hot chocolate, plop on the couch, and see if there was anything good on TV.

[[ uninspired, but bored! Open CR is open! ]]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Given that it was far too cold for her to venture outside tonight, Sookie had curled up on the couch and turned on the television.

Unfortunately for anyone who might have wanted to watch anything else, she discovered a VH1 marathon of I Love the New Millenium.

Sure, she was still off a year, but she'd be spending the evening catching up on what she'd missed since 1999. At some point she grabbed herself some ice cream. Just because it was cold outside didn't mean anything. So there.

[we have like 6-8 inches of snow so I got sent home eeeeeearly! entertain meeeee]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck wasn't feeling particularly social but he was feeling hungry, which was why he was watching TV out in the common room today rather than his room. There was a Girls Next Door marathon on Chuck relaxed on the couch and caught up on what Kendra, Holly and Bridget were up to. He was dressed more casually than usual and that allowed him to take up as much of the couch as he possibly could. To help fix the hungriness, he even managed to make a bowl of popcorn without catching it on fire.

Ignore the other two burnt bags of popcorn in the trash. Shh.

[Chuck may not be feeling social but I am. So, open]

Current Mood: lazy

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Given how many of her conversations that afternoon had turned to food, Sookie had found herself kind of homesick in spite of herself, especially after facing the prospect of eating what she found in the common room.

So, she took it upon herself to run out and grab some fresh ingredients, and returned back to the common room to boil some rice and throw everything ~~moddable~~ that she'd bought and found that looked good into the pot to make some jambalaya.

She'd taken a little more care and put together a berry cobbler, admittedly using frozen berries. Her gran had always said it tasted the same anyway, so long as you used enough butter.

She kept the TV on while she cooked and familiarized herself with the kitchen, and tried to adjust to the technology and appliances that were ten years ahead of her time. It was fairly easy to figure out, even if some of the commercials threw her for a loop.

[open as common rooms tend to be! look, the big posts were scaring me.]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

Dōjima had done the only sensible thing she could do upon waking - scream. Once she had (mostly) finished flailing, she 'borrowed' the pants Romeo had ~~handwavily~~ left laying around her room earlier in the week and made a quick run to JGoB.

She was now camped out in the common room watching Bitterwoman reruns, and had dumped an obscene about of baked treats on the table with a sign: "Wrong bits? Have a donut."

Stupid Fandom.

[Open common room is open!]

Current Mood: annoyed

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Especially after encountering Dor, Turtle realized that she had slacked off on this so inexcusably that part of her was feeling she should lose the election just because she had been so slow to the punch. She'd worry about finding that Toby fellow to revoke his remarks later, because, at the moment, a button proudly announcing her campaign, she went around the dorms, putting up her posters. They were clean, colorful posters, a medley of red, white, and blue, with great sparkling stars of glitter:

Vote T.R. Wexler
for Junior Representative
A vote Wexler is a vote for experience and determination.
The T.R. doesn't stand for 'tenacious' and 'revolutionary,' but they may as well!
Please take a pamphlet for more information about the Wexler for Representative campaign

There was an arrow on the posters pointing down to a small little paper basket built into each one, and each basket contained brochures listing all of Turtle's credentials and experience, among patriotic pictures of eagles and some gremlins to represent her love for the school. It also discussed some of her platforms, like funding for clubs, better cafeteria food (always an important one), and more events to create a deeper connection between the student and the townie populations. There was also a coupon on the back for 50% off any purchase at Turtle & Canary, some buttons for the taking, and some lollipops.

With each poster she put up, she drew in a breath and looked them over, with a faint smile of satisfaction for her work, faint under the heaviness of doubt and worry. She smoothed out the poster, made sure the basket would stay under the weight of the goodies inside of it, and told herself that she just had to keep positive and do her best, and everything would be fine.

She hoped.

[[ absolutely open! ]]

[[ETA: The posters now, thanks to Dor, will vocally encourage people to vote for Turtle when they pass by =D ]]

Current Mood: determined

finding-x-dream.livejournal.com

Well, she'd done the "antisocial" thing for a while, and observed people, and things. Maybe it was time to venture out into the common rooms.

When she got arrived, there was the matter of the television. It wasn't hard to get it to turn ON, or to figure out how to change channels or change the volume. Getting it to display something ENTERTAINING, on the other hand, seemed to be darn near impossible.

Agnes flopped onto the couch and sighed. "Oh, POOT."

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Alex Drake was so not a party kind of guy, which fact Jen knew very well. Knowledge of said fact, though, didn't stop her from running a couple of streamers around the common room in a mostly restrained fashion, then putting up a hand-lettered banner that read "Happy Birthday Alex!" (as birthday banners are wont to read). The streamers and the lettering were both red, yes; she'd dithered over that for a bit but decided to go with it in the end.

As for the hand-lettering . . . sometimes, for a thirty-first century girl, Jen was still stuck in that "living in a drafty clock tower, scraping by on odd jobs" mentality.

Which was balanced out by the stacks of pizza boxes, the chocolate cake, the small forest of soda bottles, and the very large bowls of Cheetos. (She'd also put out a couple of trash cans labeled, brightly and redly, "RECYCLE PLEASE!" next to the table with the sodas, because . . . well, see above re: thirty-first century.)

For music, she'd tuned the TV to the Kira Ford concert that was running on one of the cable channels. Because sometimes she was a dork like that.

[OOC: Open to anyone! I never almost accidentally posted this in townies, I swear.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean didn't have any classes today and figured he could start off the term by making breakfast for whoever happened by. And if no one happened by, then there'd just be a lot of food for him to eat.

Really, there wasn't any bad here.

[ooc: open like a common room is, now with more free breakfast!]w

Current Mood: productive

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Anyone who came into the fourth floor common room would be greeted by the site of a chimp, sitting on the couch and watching TV. He wasn't just watching it though, he also had a bowl of popcorn for throwing at the TV when it got too stupid, and a remote for changing the channel when he got bored.

The chimp was actually have some trouble staying on one channel and seemed to be changing them every few minutes.

[Open!]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac wasn't really awake yet. She's rarely really awake before her first caffiene fix of the day. This is probably a good thing. Especially today.

She smothered a yawn with her hand as she walked into the common room, and stopped dead, just digesting the taste for a moment. The smell. Letting it all sink in.

The girl is normally so sane without the clamping of her hand to her mouth in horror and the unintelligeable disgust. Also with the not trying to wash her mouth out. Doesn't look it today. Funny how even the water she's shovelling in with her hand has that same taste she's trying to get rid of.

Now is the mad scramble to make a drink to take that revolting taste away.

Try not to worry about the girl at the counter downing coffee like her life depends on it.

[[ooc: I had to. Open. Tiny bit of SP as I flit back and forth.]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

With another week in the book and a new weekend approaching, Hannibal decided to get started on the laziness by taking up a spot near the campfire with a very plain looking bottle (and he might share the contents if asked nicely) and a good book.

...

Like he was going to read the book. No, it was merely to rest his feet on. It wasn't much of a stool but hey, it worked in a pinch.

[Open, nepo!]

Current Mood: good

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal hadn't been sure what he'd think of the cabins (especially considering his cabinmate and wow, that was going to take some getting used to) but it was a chance to be outside, under the sun with a campfire in front of him.

So, as soon as he was moved and his bag was shoved under his bed, he was outside, legs stretched out in front of him, eyes closed and sun warming him. Shirt on but maybe that would change if it stayed warm.

He'd always wanted to go to summer camp.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: mellow

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Well. This was...different. She felt tall and lithe. Streamlined. More like a thoroughbred than a show horse. Inara felt like dancing. This was a body made for fun, and dancing, and play. Amber was certainly very lucky.

So, she turned on the radio until she found an oldies station and improvised steps like she'd seen in old vids on the cortex as she made herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Oh, so very open!]

Current Mood: giddy

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

morpherboy.livejournal.com

There was a polar bear watching TV in the common room. This polar bear did not have any soda with him, however, he did have a remote control.

[Open like CR's are.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

So it came to be that a deal had been struck. Turtle really wasn't sure if she understood it, but, apparently, there was some doubt in Marco about his animal shifting talent, something about a time limit, and so that put a big fat stopper in his usual plans to mess a little with the newbies or people who didn't know about his skill. So when Marco proposed that she helped him out by keeping an eye on the time and coming up with a grand old scheme on how to get his animal self out of the common room before the limit was up, she promptly charged him ten bucks for the favor, then dropped it down to just five when he gave her those stupid pouty, puppy dog eyes and reminded her that friends didn't charge friends for favors.

Like heck they didn't.

Either way, they worked it out and now Turtle Wexler was sitting in the fourth floor common room (easier access to Marco's room in case they had to cut things real close), on the couch, sipping a cup of hot cocoa while watching the evening economics report, but keeping a very close eye on the clock. She also had her wristwatch set to give her the alarm when they came close to five minutes left in the suspected time frame. The chimpanzee formerly known as Marco was swinging around, and there were a few bananas on the coffee table in front of her.

The chimp kept trying to take the remote from her, but she would have none of it.

"Monkeys don't get to pick what we watch," she told him firmly, and then sipped her cocoa again.

Monkeys probably wouldn't have so much a problem with it if Turtle watched anything interesting.

[[ totally open, of course! up a little early for spishness if needed; Marco and chimp!Marco were totally modded with permission! ]]

Current Mood: mischievous

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

This was it. The calm before the storm. Turtle had noticed that the week had been exceptionally quiet. Graduated people leaving. Other people leaving to pursue other adventures in life. And then, next week, the start of a new semester. Turtle had experienced a few of these shifts in the population of Fandom, like the ocean tides, just further spread apart, before, so she knew what was coming. She knew what today was.

"Ahhhhh."

Turtle had spread herself comfortably on the couch of the common room, taking up as much space with sprawling, awkward teenage limbs as much as possible and let out a comfortable sigh, closing her eyes. Enjoying the silence. Coming up, the silence might be rare. Ebb and flow. New people made people go all crazy and social and she'd have to network like a fiend and possibly hire in some new people, but for now? For now, she took in the quietness of the week and the emptiness of the common room. She pointed her toes so that she could take up even more of the couch and that was it. Just laying there, comfortable, and that was it. Enjoying it while it was there. She sighed again.

"Ahhhh."

[[ common room = open, natch! ]]

Current Mood: refreshed

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Friday evening, the gym had turned into quite a different place. There was a stage and runway constructed and lights were at every conceivable position to show off whomever might be up there at any given time.

There was a table set up for taking tickets and another table set up for the purchasing of refreshments.

On the stage, there was a podium draped in blue cloth and when the light hit it, it sparkled ever so slightly.

Instead of the bleachers being pulled out, there were rows upon rows of folding chairs set up through the gym, and they were garnished with bows and streamers in the colors of Fandom High.

Welcome to the FH Gremlins Cheerleaders Fashion Show. The festivities are about to begin.

[[OOC: ~~Please be patient and wait for the massive amounts of~~ OCD is ~~as I am at work while putting this~~ up. :) Going up early for Great SP and Time Zone justice!]]

Current Mood: excited

takingthedayoff.livejournal.com

The TV was hooked up to play only music videos and had a microphone set up with it, the pizza was fresh and tasty and there was plenty of soda for all.

A sign outside the common room read:

APRIL FOOLS PARTY!
Free food, drinks and karaoke. All welcome. Bring a friend!

Party sponsored by Ferris Bueller

[OOC: Going up a little early.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

It's best not to ask where Marco had spent most of his weekend. Most of his clothes and half his room was covered in mud. But Marco didn't want to take a bath, so he figured a different way to get clean quickly. Which is why there was a baby polar bear in the common room, jumping up on all the furniture.

solo_sword

After being on the receiving end of a gremlin's bite, Jaina, Evey and Inara headed into the common room, because that was the best place for a show. There may have been a little strut like movement involved, even.

It was best not to wonder where they got the clothes.

[So they sort of think they're Pussycat Dolls. Come on and get your brains done broked.]

Current Mood: musically inclined

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was bored and had nothing to do. Okay, so bored was possibly not the right word after he'd listened to his voice mail.

He wasn't sure where the bubble wrap had come from, but it was kismet. Huge quantities of varying sizes of bubble wrap plus one bored teen equaled some really incredible ideas. He drug the bubble wrap up to the roof along with duct tape and a bag of whatever he could find.

Testing the strength of bubble wrap was fun!

[ooc: Plenty of bubble wrap for all!]

Current Mood: creative

morpherboy.livejournal.com

At some point, Marco realized that it's been a while since he's shown up in a common room not as himself. Which is why there is a chimp in the common room, throwing popcorn at the third Space Battles movie. The remote remained unhidden on a table, however, Marco's regular clothing was in its usual spot underneath a couch.

[ooc: Open! With chimp!]

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After ~~fleeing~~ ~~flouncing away from~~ escaping the crazy pregnant woman he'd somehow woken up beside, Christian set out to explore this place. He was hungry but soon discovered the common room on the second floor and a fridge packed with food, to which he helped himself. Whoever brought him to this place obviously owed it to him to feed him.

He settled on the couch with a plate of food, making himself at home and turning on the TV. Oooh, ANTM marathon.

Current Mood: hungry

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