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wheeler-360.livejournal.com

"No, really," Marshall said, balancing his phone between ear and shoulder as he measured sugar into his mixing bowl. "I'm baking. Like, the common room on each floor has pretty much a full kitchen, it's totally cool."

"I didn't mean that," Corrine said, on the other end of the call. "I was surprised that you're baking, not that there's a place at your school you can do it. Since when do you bake?"

His timer dinged; Marshall turned around and pulled a pan of orange-flavoured cupcakes. "Well, I mean, it's just applied chemistry," he pointed out. "Besides, it's not that hard to follow a recipe. Just like doing a lab, y'know? Anyway, I should go, I don't want to be distracted while I'm making the ganache. Tell Vaughn and Z that I said hi, okay?"

"Sure. ... What's a ganache?"

Marshall laughed. "Goodbye, Corrine. If Lucas asks, yes, I'll be online later tonight."

[Totally open and distractible. There are tasty things! Come and get some.]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

wasthecuteone

The current bit of madness at the school was basically Petra's worst nightmare. She was thankfully unaffected, but she'd spent most of last night running through a jungle in her dreams, chased by a giant frilled snake wearing a Yale sweatshirt. The snake kept calling her 'JT,' and when she'd caught a glimpse of herself in a pool of water, the face peering back at her hadn't been hers. That had been when she'd woken up and decided sleep was no longer happening.

So she'd thrown on a sweatshirt over her pajamas and dragged herself into the common room, where she started a pot of coffee, then made a breakfast for herself of some leftover cake she'd found in the kitchen as she gazed semiblankly at the television screen, where a Spanish soccer game was going on. She didn't know anything about soccer except that Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham were hot, but some of these guys were pretty decent, too, and it was kind of hypnotizing, so she left it on. She had a vague idea some of these guys might be Basque. Or maybe Martian. Agirretxe? How did you even say that?

((Open common room!))

life_inshadow

After two years-and-counting in Fandom, all Tara had done when she woke up a boy was sigh wearily and hope it was her last time for the ritual humiliation. She didn't like dealing with boy bits, even if it was just for a weekend. But beyond that and a scrabble for clothes, it was a normal day.

Which meant that after dinner, she was about ready to be vaguely social. She printed out a recipe and started working on a batch of banana nut muffins. Baking was a comfort, even if you were stuck in the wrong body.

[OOC: Open common room.]

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

[Subtitle:The Part of Marshall Wheeler Will Now Be Played By Sidney Crosby]

Marshall flopped down on the couch in front of the television, grabbing the remote and hitting play. It was time to watch, dissect, and criticise last night's game!

Not that his coach hadn't already reamed him out for that stupid, stupid play in the third period that almost lost them the game, but when you were the captain and star player, you carried that responsibility. No matter what secrets you were carrying, no matter what was weighing on your mind.

No matter how hard it was to keep your eyes off your teammates in the showers.

But! Now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to sit down, watch last night's first period, and think about how awesome he'd been.

[Like this will surprise anyone. I thought about using hockey icons from Score!, but I couldn't resist recasting as Crosby. ;) ]

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

Marshall? Had wings. And they kinda worked, as evidenced by his prior attempt in the common room. Of course, both his and Topher's first attempts had been... problematic, so it was time to practice.

"This is kinda fun, actually," Marshall said from a height of a few feet. He looked down at Topher. "You know, I was going to get you to go first."

[Open! Topher modded with permission. :D ]

dollpocalypse

It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

knight-fatali.livejournal.com

Thanks to the care package that had ~~handwavingly~~ arrived from Fuijin on Friday, and the pretty little bottle of glowing liquid it had contained, Seifer had slept for damn near 48 hours, and felt much better for it. This meant the tall blond had slept through the welcome picnic the day before and had absolutely no idea that there was newbies on the island.

Of course, that still wouldn't have stopped him from standing at the counter in the small kitchen area, in just his boxers, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while he watched television. He had no idea what started this world's fascination with these 'reality' shows, but he was quickly understanding the addiction. Especially this one about those stupid people from Jersey or something.

The orange skin was kind of terrifying. And the hair. Definitely the hair.

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

Marshall had walked by the rec room, along with the rest of the first floor, every day since he'd arrived at Fandom and never thought to look inside until, on this particular evening, he found himself both bored and restless. Lucas and Corrine were having no luck in terms of ideas to find Josie, Vaughn still hadn't emailed him back with exercise advice, and his parents were being particularly close-lipped about the idea of returning to Blake Holsey in the fall.

So, exploring. Which is how he found the piano in the rec room.

Don't mind Marshall. He's just banging away in here. And he might be willing to take requests.

[Open rec room is open!]

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

Marshall had a sheaf of printouts with him, a collection of pages on proper exercise and stretching that he'd printed out from a link sent to him by Corrine after he'd emailed her to ask her to ask Vaughn to check his email, since he hadn't gotten a response from Vaughn and figured that he probably just wasn't, y'know, as obsessive about checking it as ~~Lucas~~ ~~Corrine~~ some people he knew.

So, y'know, stretching. Between Outdoor Fitness on Mondays and Zombies on Wednesday -- and the homework for Zombies, ugh -- Marshall figured he might as well do things right, so he was trying to follow along with the print-outs as he stretched in preparation for a run. 'Trying' should be stressed; it's not like he had all that much experience, after all.

Please, someone come and help him. Or point and laugh; that works, too.

[Open deck is open! Tautological sentence is tautological!]

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Entries tagged with marshall wheeler

Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Halloween Mixer - 6th Floor, Monday After Classes

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Night

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

Rock Band Party, Tuesday Evening, First Floor Rec Room

Outside the Dorms // Sunday Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

Fourth Floor Common Room, Late Sunday Afternoon

First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Evening

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