[identity profile] azuldragon.livejournal.com
Azula carried the mechanical baby to the common room to get its/his bottle. "How can you still be hungry? I've already fed you and it seems like your clamoring for more, why?"

She was sleep deprived, cranky and this baby thing would not settle. "Stupid assignment."

(Common Room open!)
likethegun: (i'm looking over my shoulder)
[personal profile] likethegun
A few weeks ago, Sam had been worried about being involved in so many things. Now, he was grateful to have a variety of activities with which to distract himself, which was why he was at the gym so early setting out the mats and music for practice. Maybe if he didn't act like he was grieving, he could pretend there was nothing to grieve about.
[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com
Them hockey players just happened to be on the television again when George  - and Beka-the-terrier - wandered down to the Common Room.   It was a shock, really, and totally not planned at all.

Beka flopped down on the couch, covering her eyes with her paws.  George didn't much mind that as it meant for once she wasn't trying to bite him for something she'd decided he was doin' wrong.  Being bitten would have distracted him from watching the little men skate around the ice.


[OOC: As it is a Common Room, it is open, la]
longislandiceme: (airquotes)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Bobby was bored, there was no question about it. He was also feeling sociable, though, which meant he was out in the common room in an effort to cure that boredom. Sprawling on the couch with a Rebel Justice Unleashed comic, he had a ridiculous amount of treat-size chocolate bars in various bowls spread on the table.

As for why he had so much chocolate in the first place? Well. He couldn't actually explain it. This island just seemed determined to make sure he always had more than enough food to go around. Weird.
[identity profile] gods-gymnast.livejournal.com
Hey! She was the first one in the gym! Maron double checked her watch and shrugged. Just a little bit early, oh well.

That meant, naturally, that she had to set up—doing otherwise would be pretty rude, honestly, just sitting around and having someone else get around to all the work... Maron turned the music on, fiddling around until she found something seriously upbeat, and then set out the mats and the table of refreshments.

Planting her hands on her hips, Maron nodded as she surveyed her work. Much better—and definitely not lazy or rude. Important details, here!

[Please to be waiting for the OCD is uuuup!]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
It was a tired, but cheerful, Savannah that got to the gym after class and set up things for practice. She pulled out mats and set up the tables -- happily filling one with refreshments. Cheer practice always put her in one of the best moods, so she was playing music as she made sure everything was in place.

She was kind of glad the squad hadn't done anything for Parents Weekend because that would have just been one more argument with Clayton.

Yay cheerleading!
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: Please Wait For OCD A Go!]]
[identity profile] gods-gymnast.livejournal.com
Maron was bored and didn’t have anything that she actually needed to be doing beyond work tomorrow which meant, clearly, as she’d spent far too much time at the gym practicing her gymnastics (her sensei would be proud) already that something else was called for.

For the moment that something else was flipping through cookbooks and making notes on how to add in edible glitter. It was, she was fairly sure, not going to be of any use in inspiring—anything, but it sounded neat and Maron liked the idea. Besides, she had to do more than just put it on top of icing. That was fun too, but not nearly as fun as it could be.

She’d maybe make it to the kitchen later, but for now Maron was sprawled out on the floor with the cookbooks.

[Oooopen!]
[identity profile] wantstocheer.livejournal.com
The events of last week had triggered Claire's domestic instincts so after a trip to town for supplies, she set up shop in the new kitchen, cooking up pounds of pasta and three different kinds of sauce - a regular tomato, a four cheese and a pesto.

She also had salad and hot, crusty Italian bread.



[open to all!]
vanillajello: (Texting.)
[personal profile] vanillajello
This time, there were marshmallows. Two bags of them, even, so there would be no bitching this time around. Well, at least not about the marshmallows.

There was also a fire.

And Bobby was there too, because Kate thought seeing people would keep him from getting too bored. Kate had also acquired a little red ball for him to play with, although ”playing” seemed to constitute of poking the ball back and forth.

And of course, Kate was there, sipping from a bottle of Coke.


[Ooopen, as these things tend to be.]
glacial_queen: (Running after)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
The cabins were mostly quiet. It was incredibly late Friday night--technically very early Saturday morning--and by this time, both the most of the righteous and unrighteous had finally found their beds--well, theirs or someone else's.

There was one major exception to this: a group of girls sneaking out of the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker cabin, preparing to go forth and steal boxers. For great justice, and even greater hilarity.

[Open for anyone at the party willing and interested in joining. Again, please wait for the OCD is up. Names and underwear descriptions will be added as I get them.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla put the finishing touches on the party preparation. She was glad she'd given herself extra time to set up; she'd had to do everything by hand. Even most basic Craft was beyond her, other than being able to occasionally call in or vanish small items. How the hell did landens manage? The only way she'd finished on time was because a few females kept deliberately vague to keept the option open, but to avoid modding had shown up and helped.

The only way she was ever drinking the suppression brew again was if it were a life-or-death situation. And depending on whose life-or-death it was, Karla might have to give some serious thought to the matter.

Still, it was done. The counters and scattered tables practically groaned with food and drink (the majority from T&C of course!): fruits, veggies, popcorn, chips, candy, various chocolates, soda, water, juice, Gatorade, wine, vodka, rum, various mixers...The furniture in the living room had been pushed aside for maximum space (it would still be a bit cramped, regardless) and the TV had been set up to play whatever movies folks brought along. Extra pillows and blankets were heaped everywhere, both to use as furniture and in case anyone forgot theirs. There were a few sets of hastily-acquired speakers for people to plug their pod-mabobs and empty3 players into for music, and a small section of the kitchen had been set aside off for experimenting with hair dye and make-up.

And in her room was a small pile of sacks and bags of various kind. All the better for stealing boxers with.

The cabin--and Karla--were about as ready as they'd ever be. Now just to wait for folks to show up.

(Posted early for great SP! Girls only, but all girls invited. Please to be waiting for the OCD up!)
[identity profile] cutsthestrings.livejournal.com
After the disastrous discussion she'd had with Arthur at the reserves, Fiona had made her way back to her cabin and tried to relax a bit with a book. Books, however, had brought up the discussion in her mind and after slicing off half of her bedsheet with one of the pages, she'd decided that a fire might be the way to go.

...it would keep her away from her things at any rate.

Which was why she was out at the campfire, a bag of marshmallows on one side and a few sticks laid out next to them. She couldn't eat them but she'd decided to take a page from Ender and offer them for those who might want to. Oddly enough, just the items made her feel better.

[open as campfires are]
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[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven had had a much more restful sleep that night, thanks in no small part to the strength Professor Anakin had added to her shields. And he hadn't thrown her out of the school for using her powers on Chuck, so that lightened her mood as well. (And she hadn't listened to the radio and heard herself referred to as having a weird kink about doors.) She decided to test her shielding by venturing into the common room. Someone had left the TV on, and she found herself mesmerized by what was on, a strange show featuring a scruffy madman who had somehow schemed to turn the woman he loved into a mummy. He was currently fondling her bandage-wrapped form while her sister debated how to rescue her.

[ooc: No, really, I checked TV Guide, that's what's on right now.]
[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com
It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]
[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com
Chuck had some time to kill before Emmett dragged him off to do radio so he decided to hang out in the common room to make himself easily available. He didn't want to be in his room when that happened; Emmett had the habit of knocking so hard that the door almost came off the hinges. Chuck decided to make himself comfortable while waiting and he had ordered some Chinese food and was now poking at lo mein while watching a movie.

It was really unfair that the chubby kid from this movie ended up with Rebecca Romijn.

[I'm bored omg. And Stand By Me is really on CMT right now fyi]
[identity profile] cutsthestrings.livejournal.com
As there was a lovely grassy area between the main campfire and the gym and the weather was reasonably comfortable, Fiona brought out the blanket Robert had gotten for her during their trip and spread it on the ground for a bit of very mild sunbathing. It was more just to enjoy the grass and the light breeze and her book than to actually tan her skin, but all and all, it was a comfortable set up and it seemed, to her, a lovely way to spend the partially sunny afternoon.

[quite open!]
icecoldfrost: (tear it all down)
[personal profile] icecoldfrost
Emma was bored. Staying in the cabin for more than a few hours was making her twitch; she'd the close quarters made things too loud, even when she was at her most focused. After being on her own for over a year, and just Hank for company for the last month or so, so many people was making her almost physically ill.

Which is why she was lounging out by the campfire in defiance of the glitter that still occasionally drifted down from the sky. Sunglasses on her face and idly flipping through a magazine while she sucked on a popsicle she'd found somewhere, letting her mind streach and wander about as she relaxed the tight hold she'd been keeping over herself since this morning.

Bored. For a school supposedly full of people with powers, so far, most of them were startlingly dull. Emma was starting to despair.

Maybe some of their thoughts would be more entertaining than the students themselves seemed to be.

[Open as campfires be!]
[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com
After her Civil War Reenactment class (and seriously, what were her parents thinking with that one?), Joan decided to make lunch in the common room. Nothing fancy, just some sandwiches and cut up fruit, but she had spent the weekend hiding from the insanity of the new folks and figured it was time to get out and meet people.

Rather than put the TV on and deal with trashy talk shows or soap operas, Joan had the radio tuned to an 80s station and was bopping along to the music as she worked.



[open to new & old alike! sandwiches & fruit are totally moddable.]

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