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kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky headed to the common room in search of snack food. He'd exhausted his own supply and didn't really feel like walking down to town to pick up some more. The common room was much closer.

As he stepped across the door threshold, he tried to put his foot down on the floor and found he couldn't. He poked the air and it seemed fine, but when he stepped fully into the room, there was no gravity to be had.

With a frown, he grabbed the door frame and tried to push himself off, floating through the air.

Sadly, the snacks were going to be more difficult to reach than he'd expected.

[OOC: Gravity-free common room! Come and float!]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty had just came back from over the main land where he had picked up a ton of Thai food and beverages which he had set up buffet style in the kitchen.

As a complete contrast he had "The Contraltos" on the TV as he dug into a plate of spicy Phad Thai with some chicken satay on the side.

"Hopefully Joey Pant's character gets whacked soon," Marty muttered to himself as he bit into some shrimp.

[oh yeah. It's open]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

A lot of thinking had been done. A lot of consideration and some more self-loathing and what have you that lead to the fact that, yeah, something had to be done here. He had to get Teddy back. Somehow.

Potentially embarrassing himself in front of the whole school seemed to be as good a solution than any, and, really, couldn't be worse than the whole cheerleading thing (which he wasn't getting to like, really, honestly...shut up).

After a few very carefully aimed and tossed rocks up at the window to room 422 (hey, Chad had a pretty good arm), he picked up the boombox and pushed play, holding it up as he filled the morning air with the sounds of Peter Gabriel's voice. In Your Eyes.

Hey, it worked for that one guy in that one movie, right? Chad actually couldn't remember how it went, but he'd been up all night after a long day of emo and work, and this was what he had to offer as a result.

...He really hoped he had the right window...

[[ he's clearly trying to get the attention of a certain someone, but feel free to gawk ]]

nadiathesaint

The weather had warmed up a bit, and Nadia had gone the whole weekend without properly practicing with her guitar, so she hit the roof after her class, perching on the corner of the ledge overlooking the preserve, one foot propped on the wall as she idly tuned the sucker up and tried to decide what to play.

The roof was, as always, open.

[ooc: I could use some cheering/distraction from some things here at work. Come bother the ~~emo~~ thinking Argentine!]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Suffering from the "Death Flu" from most of the week has made Marty a little stir crazy. Enough that when his temperature finally dropped and he could walk without having to lean against the wall for support, he made his way down to the common room with a care package from Camilla.

The care package itself contained multiple pairs of wools socks, A Bitterwoman DVD collection, a very small wok and a brochure for an exercise bike.

Damn that was one weird chicken.

So anyone wandering into the lounge at this particular time would no doubt find Marty under a knitted wool blacket with a wool sweater and socks watching Bitterwoman and a wok on his head.

[open]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is in a tree.

Specifically in a tree that allows him to keep an eye on a certain room.

Yes. It is cold. Marty doesn't care. He's going to catch Angela in the act and this is the best way his jealousy-spelled mind can think of.

[Open. Feel free to mock the guy in the tree. Wearing a suit.]

demonbelthazor

After class, Bel made his way back up to the fifth floor. Instead of heading to his room, he sat down on the couch in the common room, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. He flipped through the channels, idly looking for something to occupy a few hours.

Current Mood: bored

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After his last class, Marty decided that the best thing that his fellow students needed was some decent food and beverages in order to celebrate their survival over the weekend.

Heading over the causeway he found a small Indian restaurant and bought just about everything they head on the menu before returning to the second floor common room and setting up the food for all to enjoy.

[open]

nadiathesaint

After seeing the group off in the first floor lobby, Nadia had returned to her room to ~~sulk~~ ~~brood~~ try to get some more sleep.

It hadn't really worked. Her shoulder still hurt, but she still wasn't icing it. Instead, she'd taken even more tylenol and was now curled up on the edge of the couch in the common room, staring out the window as if she could keep an eye on the rescue attempts from there.

A distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome thing.

[ooc: open for any other noncombatants]

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.

[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]

Current Mood: recumbent

fates_jaye

Jaye's glad to be the first one in a common room, just because it means she doesn't have to download all her TV for once. (Perfectly legally, of course.) She takes a seat right in front of the TV, grabs the remote, and completely fails to know what's on on Wednesdays anymore. She's all confused since the networks started switching things around the schedule and forgetting to appropriately advertise them. Pretty soon things'll start getting canceled. Freaking networks.

And it's best not to ask why there's a little lion sitting out on the table. Because then Jaye'll have to admit she's an idiot and there'll be flailing and no one wants that.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After the all the activity going on yesterday for Halloween, Marty decided to be a lump on the couch all day. So he's sitting back on the sofa, watching the DVD of "Ratman Restarts" and sipping his coffee in his sweatpants and a t-shirt.

On the coffee table is a bunch of other movies to watch and numb your mind too.

[ooc: Open! Duh!]

Current Mood: lazy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

His Pyramid ball had finally been found and stashed away carefully in its proper place in his gym bag in the closet (and he had no idea how the hell it had ended up wedged between two branches of a tree, but he blamed the squirrel that had been running, jumping, climbing trees, and putting on makeup while it was up there). His coffee maker had been fixed, thanks to Teddy. So that was two crises averted.

This? Called for celebration of a low-key sort involving food. Therefore Anders was making pancakes. Not with any intent to steal Pippi's thunder; pancakes were just easy to make, and pretty damn tasty with whipped cream and fruit toppings, both of which he had.

. . . look, it was a good excuse to try out that combination pancake flipper/tongs/whisk doohickey he'd bought off a late-night infomercial, all right? That probably explained the sheer number of pancakes.

[OOC: Yeah, so I've been listening to Eddie Izzard almost nonstop for a week now, okay? I don't think I could stop quoting him now if I tried. Big database-reliant project + glacially slow database == extremely tedious waiting time. Tedious waiting time == very bored me. Therefore, common room == so totally open it's not funny.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

nadiathesaint

Having spent pretty much the entire day yesterday hiding in her bed, Nadia decided to do something interesting today. Not cooking, she did that all the time, but something that was new and different, even for Fandom.

Which is why she's spread out an enormous piece of paper in the corner of the room (away from the television and the kitchen, so she wasn't completely taking over), lined the edges with buckets of paint, rolled up her pants to just below her knees and was currently very slowly and very carefully dancing on the paper with paint covered feet.

She's humming to herself, and the paper is most certainly large enough for dance partners.

[ooc: Yes, she's painting with her feet. And yes, the post is open. Not just for foot-painting, either.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was intensely bored. So bored that he was sitting in the common room juggling the hackeysacks he'd picked up earlier at All and Sundries and eating popcorn. The television was tuned to the ~~Hitler~~ ~~Future~~ History Channel for yet another documentary on WWII.

He probably won't bite your head off if you want to change channels.

[ooc: As common rooms are, it is open.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty was a very busy boy today. Early in the morning he had headed over the causeway and came back with various types of wine, cocktail ingredients and various types of tapas dishes that he has now spread out on the counter in the kitchen area of the common room.

Several candles have been lit and soft music is playing.

Nothing like an impromtu dinner party for everyone to enjoy.

[ooc: open to all]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

After a good all-out run around the island and a shower, Anders set up camp in the second floor common room for the night. Several large boxes from Pizza Planet were stacked up on the end table next to a bowling-pin setup of soda bottles, and the TV was tuned to Gelmoore Gals, mostly as background noise.

As for Anders, he was curled up on the couch, absentmindedly munching on slices of pizza and trying not to get too much grease on the pages of Plato's Symposium as he read.

nadiathesaint

What with her class, cheerleading practice, talking to Blair outside hunting. . . . Nadia had had a busy day.

It wasn't quite done yet, though, as she stood in the corner of the roof where she got the best cellphone reception (the one that would let her call a year in the future) and finalized a few other plans.

( the phone call )

Nadia hung up and looked out over the town. Okay. Now she just had to wait for the package. Everything else was in place.

[ooc: open. contents of Nadia's side of the conversation are overhearable. Weeeee!]

chasingangela

Angela woke up in a good mood.

And hungry. Very hungry.

Which is why she was currently making a batch of banana-nut muffins in the common room and watching a talk show on TV. It was featuring makeovers on Goth teenagers; Angela scowled at this a tiny bit as she measured out walnuts and preheated the oven.

[OOC: Post is open.]

grenfelzer.livejournal.com

Having nothing better to do, Carmela was sprawled on a couch in the common room, channel surfing. Not so unusual.

What *was* unusual was the *way* she was doing it. The remote sat off to the side, untouched, and the TV was apparently changing channels on its own, every time Carmela said "No."

[ooc: a note about the Speech. It's in italics, and since it's the language of *everything*, your character will most likely hear whatever's being said as in their native language. If they listen especially carefully or have an ear for languages, they might be able to tell there's something unusual about it, though.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was working the bag a bit enthusiastically this morning. Chances were that he was trying not to think too much about the fact that it was the last time he was going to be training with someone. It wasn't working.

((Open!))

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was on the couch, surrounded by snacks and eagerly anticipating the newest Wormhole X-treme episode. She adjusted the long sleeve of her shirt to make sure the bandages were covered and took a pull from her liter bottle of water--as you do after significant blood loss.

Then she settled in to be squeeful--it was possible she had a small crush on Doctor Levant, who hadn't been on in a couple of weeks. What could she say? Tall brainy guys were hot. Plus, this way she didn't have to think about the last few days, which was all of the good.

[ooc: Open to all, but no spoilers because lots of people won't get the new ep for months, or at least until tomorrow.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Friday night found Dean ensconced on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. There was popcorn and plenty of other snacks within reach and the tv was on, tuned to Spooky Things. Dean had no more plans for the evening than to sit back, munch on junk food and heckle all the mistakes the show made in what hunting was really like.

[OOC:open like an open thing]

Current Mood: lazy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had had a very quiet day after basketball practice, so in an effort to fix that he took a stack of DVDs, a ton of microwave popcorn, and even a tray of cupcakes, and headed out to the common room.

He popped in an Eddie Izzard show and settled back to watch. Hearing about Noah on a speedboat in the Sea of Galilee wasn't exactly giving him a solid foundation in Thirteenth Colony religions, but hey.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After a long day at the Carnival, Marty takes charge of the giant TV and starts flipping channels to find something to watch.

He settles on the one movie involving a mummy and a bunch of handsome people an then cracks open a soda and makes some microwave popcorn.

demonbelthazor

One might say that Bel was full of aggression this morning by the way he was viciously attacking the punching bag. Phoebe hadn't come back to the room that night after their...was it even a fight? After she'd run out of the room because he wouldn't talk to her about the weird feelings she was picking up from him. He wasn't surprised she hadn't come home; he hoped Lana was taking care of her.

How the hell was he going to work this out? Stupid boycrush. Stupid empathic powers of the girlfriend. Stupid Bel.

For now, punching would do.

[ooc: Gym is open.]

Current Mood: angry

chasingangela

Angela had spent most of the weekend holed up in her room, deliberately working her way through a Francesca Lia Block anthology and emerging only to sip oversweetened coffee and gaze soulfully at fruit salad.

But all good things must come to an end. Which is why she was in the common room, watching an I Love the 90's marathon on VH-1 and hoping someone would tell her she doesn't look that goofy.

Company would be welcome.

[OOC: Open post.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was, unsurprisingly, on the roof. She was also unsurprisingly playing the guitar.

She had eaten some brownies. She'd had them left over, and they hadn't had time yet to really go bad. Just a little stale.

( She was singing. )

She was very interruptable.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty has all the things you need for a campfire. Hot Dogs, S'more ingredients, The clash blaring from his portable stereo and most importantly: Cool beverages.

[ooc: Open like a thing that's open. Possibly like a door but with more openess]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Oh, yay. Another night of lockdown. Armed with his cellphone and laptop to aid in communication, Bridge is once again camped out on a couch in the second floor common room. He's flipping through channels on the TV set, hoping to find something interesting to watch. No luck so far.

[ooc: open!]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Even silent, Tyler seemed especially confident as he waited for people to show up in the gym. He was barefoot, and clad in a tank top and sweats.

As people came in, he handed them sheets of paper with "Fight Club Rules" scrawled at the top.

1. What happens here, stays here.
2. PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR PARTNER. Match is over when someone signs "stop."
3. Only two to a fight.
4. One fight at a time.
5. No shoes. Padding only if you need it.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to. Someone's bleeding too much or knocked out? Fight's over.
7. Play nice, boys and girls.

[OOC: Here's how this will work. "Listen" to Tyler and mingle in the top thread. When you've paired off, start a new thread for that match. Handwave the "one fight at a time" thing. And please try not to send each other to the infirmary -- they'll be busy enough. Thanks.]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam built a fire and proceeded to slather herself in Deep Woods Off. Within five minutes, she was drawing a design for a naquada-powered bug zapper in the dirt with a stick.

[ooc: Open to all, and the mosquitoes are biting!]

Current Mood: itchy

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

So, making a fire? Is a lot easier now that Parker's had a class on it. Also, even though it's nowhere near chilly out, it's just fun to have one. Various bags of junk food and a cooler with drinks have been left behind one log. Parker's trying to figure out if you could make microwave popcorn in a campfire.

[open to all!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had moved his things into the cabin and gotten the TV and DVD player hooked back up, and Brandly the goldfish was swimming around in his bowl in the cabin living room. (Anders couldn't figure out why the little guy seemed so animated, all of a sudden.)

And now it was relaxation time. He got the campfire going outside and settled down in front of it with a box of cupcakes, hoping some of his other cabinmates would show up soon.

chasingangela

Laden with a duffle bag and a backpack, Angela felt like she was moving everything she owned as she prepared to head to the airport. Or, more accurately, she was carrying half of what she owned and making Marty carry the other half.

Not quite idly, she wondered if she should add a sweater. Or another pair of pajamas. And maybe she should have bought a third swimsuit.

Of course, she wasn't obsessing over packing because she didn't want to think about how much she would miss everyone at school. Nope. Not at all.

The thought made her sigh, so she crammed one more book into her duffle and surveyed the current pile of luggage, then began to idly pace the lobby, waiting for the rickshaw cab.

[OOC: Say bye to Angela and Marty here, if you wish. I'm ~~around until 11 EST and then~~ back ~~about 2:30~~. Also, consider phone messages telling their friends when they were leaving handwaved into existence.]

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.~~]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is currently arguing with an inanimate object.

He's not winning.

"I've given you quarters! I've cleaned the lint trap! Now give me my socks damn it!"

*struggles with door*

"That's it. I'm getting my cricket bat."

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat behind a table, yearbooks piled high on it.

Clearly, they're there for a purpose. She had a list, as well, of students, and was checking them off as people picked up their yearbooks.

[Headache of doom has subsided slightly - if you want interaction, that's cool. Just ping in the "Talk to Rory" thread. You can also just have your character pick up their book and OMG IGNORE HER, or handwave the whole thing. Oh - yearbooks are free, too. Service of the school. So don't worry about character finances.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

There's a table loaded with yummy baked goods from J,GOB and lots of coffee. A sign on the table said:

Coffee & Baked Goods
Courtesy of the Student Council
Good luck on your finals.

Isabel's brought her puzzle mat out and is once again cursing the stupid puzzle. Any help is appreciated.

[ooc: slow play until about 9 tonight.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was sitting behind a table stocked with J,GoB pastries, Perky coffee, and fliers detailing Virginia marriage laws. That should show Dean Tube...

A sign was set up in front of the table saying:

Student Council presents:
The Coffee Bar
Good luck with with your finals.

Peter sat back, drank some coffee, and worked on his Journalism article.

[OOC: Open for all of your coffee, pastry, studying, and flailing about marriage needs.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was in the lobby with as many pillowcases as she could find, and was wearing her bestest party dress. It was BLUE. She had pink tights on, too, and pretty yellow ribbons in her hair.

She was attempting to fasten a pillowcase to her head with bobbypins. Because all brides need a veil.

A sign that she had carefully made and stuck up as high as she could reach - so yes, about three feet up - on the wall read, GET MAREED HEEERE.

Vladdie was bouncing around, so VERY excited. Weetiny people! Eeee!

She had also raided her own stash of goodies, and there was a cake made of Hostess products piled up. It would have to do.

[ooc: Because seriously, how many little kids would love to play pretend wedding? ~~And yes, I'm OCD threading this. Hang on~~ okay, we're good, omg!]

can_be_more

Aeryn doesn't like doing things that might embarrass herself. However, it's also Sunday morning and she knows what time it is. Some things are just more Important.

So she wakes up early, makes her way into the second floor common room, careful of anyone who may be camped out there, and turns on the TV.

She might sing along with the "Smile Time" theme song. She's definitely swaying back and forth with the music. For she is five.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After talking about their day, Marty and Angela are busily making a fort out of all the couch cushions to protect them from the monsters that attack kids who have done bad things.

Marty is also armed with his de-cootying gun for extra protection.

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

In the wee small hours of the morning, Molly couldn't sleep. Not wanting to wake Pippi, she left their room to see if anyone else was awake this late. Or early. All the common rooms were empty, so once she made it down to the second floor, she decided to watch TV for a while.

Which is why anyone who came into the common room would find (a normal sized) Molly asleep on the couch with the TV still on.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After a long day of exams, field trips and recovering from being a girl the previous day, Marty settled down to watch a rerun of Crime and Punishment with a large pile of chocolate and Doritos.

Current Mood: exhausted

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

While it wasn't exactly abnormal for Cameron to be in the gym, this time he was there with a purpose. He was already pulling on a pair of gloves as he waited for the 2nd floor defier to show up.

((ZOMG, I'm even giving this OCD threads. ~~So wait for it!~~ Yay!))

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