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bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had woken up this morning with the dice rattling in his head (never a good sign), so he wandered down to the common room with his new yearbook, flipping through the pages as he sipped on a mug of tea.

"Danced with her, kissed her, kissed her, kissed her..."

Mat had discovered a new purpose for the yearbook, yes.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: headachey

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat didn't have much time left to appreciate all of the modern conveniences of this time and place, so he was taking full advantage by turning on the television (some guy with horribly dyed hair was talking about how everything was "money". It still looked like food to Mat) and making himself some food.

Well, setting popcorn on fire in the microwave. Someone save him from himself, please?

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Like A Prayer (Glee Cast Version) - Glee Cast

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

"Hi Pips hi!"

The horse, who was used to Mat being, well, normal, swished his tail and shied away.

"Awww, don't be like that," Mat said with a little frown, searching for a stool so he could put the saddle and bridle on.

After a bit of time, he led Pips out of the stables.

Being an enterprising five year old, Mat'd scrawled out a sign in blue crayon:

"PONIE RYDS! 1 KYSSSS EECH. (GYRLS ONLEE)"

Because kissing boys was icky, okay? But until he got customers, he was happy to ride his horse.

Pips might have a slightly different opinion.

Current Mood: energetic

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

[[open common room!]]

Current Mood: contemplative

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome to the very last frat meeting of the year," Arthur announced, formally. "You have all held yourselves well in brotherhood and good sportsmanship." Give that one a moment to leak in, guys. "And we have been proud to call you our frat brothers."

He cast a look towards Hannibal.

( kkg, we will miss thee! )

[co-written with the dude that will be king,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: grateful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

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

vanillajello

It felt like a good day to at least pretend to be social.

This meant that Kate was spending her morning in the common room, having donuts and vanilla pudding for breakfast. Not necessarily the healthiest of choices, but Kate cared not. She'd have like, an apple, later, okay? Jesus.

And of course, she had a big mug of coffee as she hogged a couch, leafing through an old issue of Cosmopolitan.

It was a good morning. Roommate and neighbour randomness aside, she'd actually had a good week or so.

... She'd start getting twitchy about it if things continued like this for too long. But not yet. Now it was just all good.

[ooc: Open! And my last day of Easter recess oh goodness WHY. *clings*]

bitchprince

"During the attack two weeks ago, we found ourselves relying on our fellows," Arthur began, peering around the reserves. "It can be safer to go out in teams of two or three, especially when our vision is limited and larger groups might become unwielding. We have spent a lot of time training ourselves individually, but it is small groups that will have our attention today."

He gestured at the group. "I'd like you to find a partner or two. Discuss your skills or powers, and determine whether or not they compliment each other. Practice combinations of individual skills wherever possible. We won't get you all up to anticipating each other's movements in one session, but it will be a start."

A beat.

"If possible, try to meet up and do the same several times this week," he said, "If nothing else, it has become obvious we are strongly in need of small teams used to working with each other."

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Katchoo had felt justified in blowing most of her last paycheck on food for this party, because this was a girl who would eat half-raw macaroni and cheese if left to her own devices and you really didn't want her cooking. It helped to have a radio cohost who ran the diner ~~and could be shamelessly self-modded~~ and had the weirdest mushy soft spot for her and Francine, so she'd been able to call in favors from Lacey, who'd supplied trays of sandwiches, salads, a couple of fancy-looking pasta dishes, and a large chocolate and raspberry mousse cake.

She'd thought setting up for the party would be a lot harder, but . . . eh, this wasn't the kind of party that you had just to see how many high-profile politicians you could get blackmail material on in one night. Simple enough. And as far as Katchoo was concerned, a hell of a lot more important.

The music for the night was a combination of Griffin Silver and the Beatles, there was extra room on the tables for food in case anyone else felt like bringing stuff, Clocky made occasional tweeting circuits of the room, and the ball pit was there for you if you needed it.

And Katchoo was even around, her usual diffident expression dialed down half a notch. The things we do for love, man.

. . . and then a bed of plastic squirt flowers sprang up in one corner of the room near the ballpit. Sigh. Happy frikkin' April Fool's.

[OOC: Up eeeeeeeeearly for SP, ~~with the caveat that thatsamilkshake will be AFK until evening EST~~ and can has a birthday girl! ~~Wait for the OCD or I'mma sic Clocky on you~~ OCD is up, party is open, huzzah and go forth and all that jazz.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

( oh, time related misunderstandings! )

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: content

longislandiceme

True to what he'd said last night, Bobby was spending tonight doing much the same thing: that is, hanging out in a common room with a bag full of chocolate, aimlessly flipping through channels and hoping people would stop by and be entertaining.

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

The members of the frat had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet down at the pool today. As always, there was a table set up well away from the water with snacks and drinks (wait thirty minutes after eating to jump in, guys!). Hannibal, standing there in a swimsuit, looked pleased with himself.

"Today, we're swimming." It was on his mind, go figure. "With summer coming, we thought it'd be best to get you all ready by throwing you in the water and getting some exercise. If you don't know how to swim, stick to the shallow end. If you do, go wild. Don't kill each other or anything like that. This is just to get you in the summer frame of mind while getting you some leisurely, or aggressive if that's your thing, exercise."

Arthur had unabashedly red swimtrunks.

It was worth mentioning. He was a Pendragon, he could rock the red.

"For those of you who are more sportsmanlike," Arthur continued, "the pool has the faculties for laps as well. If any of you are interested in a competition of some sort, let us know and we'll arrange it." Of course he would get competitive. It was how he rolled.

"That's all we have," Hannibal said, nodding. "Now, get into the pool! There'll be no suntanning here. Into the pool or you'll get tossed in."

Hannibal would do that too. That was how he rolled.

[co written with that other guy who looks good without a shirt,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: WET

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

"Good afternoon, frat brothers," Arthur started, grinning lightly at the assembled men. "Sports are an important part of our curriculum here. Which is why today, we will be focusing on that most majestic of sports festivals, the Olympics. If you haven't been watching yet? This is a good time to start. If you have? Please grab a burger and join us."

Hockey, people. Hockey.

( Olympics, Ho! )

[co written with

bitch_prince, yep!]

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

puppy_fair

"We did well this past weekend in warding off the gremlins." Even if Arthur'd been asleep for... well, less time than he was starting to blow it up into being, but he was frustrated. Anyway. "But we can do better. We have shared out our phone numbers - and if you haven't, yet, please leave it in the middle - but when an invasion catches us this early in the morning, we're still left scrambling. I want some of you to serve as points of contact for other students, I want all of you to see about getting a warning out or something like it if you are caught outside the dorms."

"Today's activity is going to be simple," Zack added, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Figure out these points of contact that we have to work on, talk about what it is we can do to make sure that people aren't getting caught out in this stuff without warning. And," he smiled a little, his expression wry, "suggest ways that we could have handled this last invasion better. They won't always party themselves to death."

[Open!]

bitchprince

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

[[ open to all! ]]

bitchprince

Arthur had not been looking forward to the idea of heading out in this weather, but he was a man of duty, and he did have... some concerns in regards to the health of the horses and the dog. He also wasn't sure how long their food would hold out.

Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.

(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)

He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.

Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.

[[ open, sure ]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

As Mat had mentioned a few times, Mat couldn't cook with modern technology. But roasting things over a fire?

That, he could do.

So there he was, bundled in a few layers, roasting a few rabbits over the fire and feeling more homesick than he was willing to admit.

[OOC: Mmm. Small game.]

Current Mood: hungry

bitchprince

Normally, he'd be out harassing Katchoo at this hour, but Katchoo was otherwise preoccupied and far be it for Arthur to acknowledge in any way, shape or form that he sort of missed her being human-shaped. So, in order to avoid the appearance of sulking by staying in his room with his copy of Salammbo, he trudged down to the common room to do the same.

He spent all of two seconds considering the idea of baking himself an egg, then discarded it. Instead, he scrounged around for some grapes and flopped down in a seat with his book.

Getting his own food. How the mighty had fallen.

[[ open ]]

therewaslife

Having all of his classes tomorrow didn't mean Bod was going to stay in his room and make it an early night. He'd thought about taking another walk down to the graveyard but decided to save that for later in the week. There was time and Bod knew neither he nor the graveyard was going anywhere for awhile.

So, he'd wandered down the hall, book in hand, to the common room. Yeah, he knew he could have just closed himself in his room to read but the common room was bigger and had food. Food that Bod immediately started scrounging for. It was a little difficult to do considering he was holding his book open with one hand and reaching blindly into the refrigerator with the other. He'd pulled out the box of baking soda three times.

Putting the book down would have been easier, Bod knew, but not as fun. So, he kept trying. That box of baking soda got pulled out two more times.

[open common room is open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

longislandiceme

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties.

The common room was open and Bobby was perfectly willing to share... the pizzas, that is. Persuading him to share comic books might be a more difficult task.

[ooc: bored. avoiding doing anything resembling something productive, at least until I have to go back to school tomorrow.]

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat arose at the crack of noon, as was his habit, took one look out the window, realized that snow was nothing he particularly wanted to deal with today, and headed down to the common room instead to look sad until someone made lunch for him.

Besides, company was always welcome ~~especially since it would bring mistletoe~~. He flopped into a chair and began pushing random buttons on the remote control.

No, he hadn't yet figured out how to get the television to turn on.

Current Mood: hopeful

trigons_child

Raven had been trying to make more of an effort to listen to the radio, so after hearing on Wednesday night that Anakin had talked to Max and then on Thursday that Max had been in a fight, she had confused mixed emotions. She was hesitant to jump to conclusions, but if what she suspected was correct, then she was dismayed that violence and injury had been done on her behalf, but she also experienced a strange warm and fuzzy feeling of satisfaction. It was...interesting.

This morning, because she was all done with classes, she had settled in the common room to watch her very first DVD purchase: season 1 of Rumor Gal. It was so she could study the complexities of emotions, really.

The weetiny snowangels who were marching through the room might disagree.

[My last day of work before ten days of vacation. Help me survive!]

Current Mood: enthralled

bitchprince

Arthur scraped his throat after everyone had arrived. "I hope you all enjoyed Reno's presence last week. Today, we'll be concerned with two things, reservists," he said, "First of all, I hope all of you have taken the time to visit the Magical Reserves at work some time during the past few months. If you haven't, please do. They are hard workers, and worthy of our trust." After a pause, he continued. "We will all at some point encounter a foe using forces we don't understand." Thank God for that 'we', or Arthur never might have managed to get the phrase out of his throat.

"In such case, it's important not to panic, and to keep some kind of plan ready. A way to shield or shroud yourself. Keep hidden and strategize, or think on your feet, use your surroundings. I am not necessarily speaking of magic here; running into technology you don't know might have the same devastating effects." ...Boy, was Arthur happy he'd learned about guns before running into anyone using them.

"I'd like to open the floor for debate about the best ways to deal with an attacker who uses powers or materials you don't have a direct grasp on. How would you improvise? Likewise, if you have such a man-- or, er, a woman. If you have such a person on your side instead, learn from them. Find out what your fellows are capable of. That way, you won't wind up underestimating their abilities in a fight, and cheating yourself out of a good partnership." Cough. "On either end, understanding is our greatest tool. It might even bring you friends where you used to see enemies."

Arthur crossed his arms. "Secondly, we'll be repeating an old exercise," he said, "Pick a partner. One of you hides in the preserve, setting a trap, the other tracks them and tries to take them out." Beat. "Without lethal weapons, if you please. That will be all. Get to it."

[[ open! ]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had spent the weekend dead (by pillow and of all the ways he'd been killed in the past that was by far the most embarrassing) and had come back with a very apologetic Zayne helping to dig him out of the ground.

Bloody stupid island.

So Mat had spent most of the day sleeping (after taking two record breaking showers in terms of both heat of water and length of time spent under it), and was now playing fetch with the wee elves in the common room.

He was hoping if he looked adorable enough someone would feed him.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hungry

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Frankly speaking, a Mat Cauthon with too much time on his hands was a kind of terrifying thing.

Witness example number one: Mat, in a common room, juggling an apple, two spoons, and a carving knife.

At least he wasn't blindfolded?

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

bitchprince

It was morning, which meant it was time to set up for the reserve, check through potential exercises, and possibly get a run in after. There was just something about going through these motions that always calmed that part of Arthur that was still screaming incessantly about everything being wrong, out of sync, off-balance; a warped version of normality, but still as close to it as things at Fandom ever got.

This was about to be rudely interrupted by the giant tomato.

It rolled towards him, almost idly, as he worked. Rolled closer. Rolled yet closer. And then--

Arthur's blade flashed, slicing it in half, then into thirds, fifths, eights. Only then did it lie quiet. "What in the--"

There was a rolling noise. He looked up to find the cabbages rolling towards the back of the dorms. "Oh, you have got to be joking!" Well, he thought, as he punched in a message to whatever reserve members he could think of to alert, at least the island is giving us the option of Merlin being even remotely useful.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, and looked to the sky for confirmation as he redrew his sword.

[[ this will be your reserve post for the day. AKA open! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After a couple of off weeks due to trips and dances, the frat was back and meeting in a rec room. Hannibal was looking like the cat that got the canary. He probably should have mentioned his pick of things to do beforehand but what would be the fun in that?

"Welcome back, guys," Hannibal said, still grinning. "Hope your fall break and your Homecoming was a good one. We gave you a few weeks off and now we're back. Don't worry, we're going to ease back into it."

And, with that, he reached behind him and came back with a box that he was holding face down. No giving it away yet.

( oh yes, it's twister time )

Current Mood: giddy

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Never let it be said that Mat couldn't go and exercise when not being forced by bloody knife point. It wasn't that he was worried that ~~Arthur~~ some people here might outstrip him in terms of skill.

It was just that he hadn't worked with his quarterstaff in far too long and he didn't want his arm muscles to disappear. Not that he wanted to have shoulders like bloody Perrin, mind--he liked coats that fit--but women were more eager to talk to a man who didn't look like he would blow away in a gust of wind.

So there Mat was in the salle, beating the stuffing (not literally, at least, not yet) out of a dummy with a stick taller than he was.

He was really, really good at it.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: busy

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Overnight, pieces of butcher block paper with Things Every Girl at Fandom Should Know and Things Every Guy at Fandom Should Know written across the top had appeared inside every boys and girls room on every single floor of the dorms. Who put them there? Well, that'd remain a mystery for now.

Several pens and markers lay nearby the pieces of paper, giving everyone the means to mark up all that pristine paper. Got something to say? Got something you wanna tell people? Got a secret you wanna confess?

Just write it down!

[c'mon, i know some of you remember these! if you don't, check it out here and here. feel free to write whatever you'd like down! feel free to also talk to each other, react, tease, and/or sneak into the other bathroom (though be prepared for a smackdown).]

Current Mood: chipper

bitchprince

The afternoon found the first floor rec room covered in notes pointing out the patch of grass just behind the dorms. The patch of grass in question contained... "Today," Arthur intoned, with perhaps more glee than was strictly necessary, "We will dedicate ourselves to a real sport. Archery.( Cut for two teenage boys being royal bitches at one another. )

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! open! ]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

After coming back from the KKG meeting, Mat had time to stop up in his room to drop off his hat and check his hair (yes, he was that vain) before making his way down to the rec room.

He glanced around, pleased. There was more than enough space to teach Raven how to dance.

Hopefully she wouldn't mind him humming to keep the beat. No one had introduced him to the idea of CDs yet.

[OOC: Mat is there for his daaaaaate, but open!]

Current Mood: excited

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat had nothing to do on Wednesdays, which meant that he slept in until it was borderline criminal (and the yellow paint on the walls of his room gave him a headache), then poked around looking for something to entertain him.

Today he had settled on tossing dice in the third floor common room and hoping someone would come along who could cook for him. The burnt remains of what had been a package of bacon in the trash can--and the smoke in the room--would let people know how Mat's first attempt at fending for himself had worked out.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Go To Sea No More - The Dubliners

trigons_child

Raven found autumn fascinating. Azarath didn't have seasons; therefore the changing colors of the leaves was truly a new experience. So after class she headed up to her favorite spot on the roof and sat cross-legged in the sunlight, eyes closed as she sent her Soul-Self soaring over the Preserve. While her Soul-Self soaked in the reds and golds and oranges of the trees, she thought about Lady Ghanima's class and how she had said to spend the rest of the day contemplating being a better person. Her checklist was slightly different than the rituals they'd discussed that morning. Pay attention in class and please her teachers. Use her gifts to help any who needed healing. Stop occasionally wanting to kill Max, and heal the damage that was done in the other Fandom. Not become her father's servant and help him open gateways to other worlds so they could be conquered or laid waste.

Yeah, that last one was a big one.

[I am desperately trying NOT to fall asleep at work, so Raven is highly interruptable. :) ]

Current Mood: contemplative

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Amazingly, the two co-leaders of the frat hadn't forgotten that it was Friday and that meant it was meeting time. Today, the frat was meeting in the gym. No, there were not any uniforms in sight. Professor Dex was the evil one.

"Welcome back," Hannibal started, looking around. "Bit of a change of venue today but we thought it'd be worth it. See, while the sorority might sit around and gossip, we don't."

Well, they don't JUST gossip.

"Today, we're getting active," he added. "Physical. Aggressive. Call it what you will."

( and there is flist saving under here! )

[preplayed with that raunchy dirty naughty prince,

bitch_prince. the frat is in the gym but the gym is also open for other gym needs!]

Current Mood: energetic

vanillajello

Kate hadn’t slept well, and was feeling pretty cranky. As a result, she didn’t really feel like dealing with people. She wouldn’t have come into the common room at all if she hadn’t thought that something there was going to make her feel better.

Namely, the vanilla jello pudding cups she’d bought the day before and stored in the common room fridge for the night.

And which she couldn’t find anymore. Because just half an hour earlier, little blue men had taken them with them.

”Who the fuck stole my pudding?!” It was safe to say that Kate was not happy.

[Open!]

puppy_fair

"Alright!" When the Reserves crew assembled today, they'd be greeted by Zack, holding up... Half a sword! The last two feet of the length of his blade were nowhere to be seen, and what survived was the hilt, and a length of metal that had definitely seen better days. "Broken weapons! They happen! I know some of you think your blades are all but invincible, but considering the sorts of things we see around here every day, I think it'd be safe to assume that someday, something will invade that stands a chance at disarming even you."

Like, say, Klingons.

Zack tossed what was left of his sword onto the ground at his feet, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"A broken weapon means that you're going to have two problems. First, the very immediate issue of an enemy that quite possibly has now gained a serious upper hand against you. And second, the eventual repair or replacement of your weapon." He perked a little, giving his hands a clap together. "So! What we're going to do today is discuss both. Can you hold your own in a fight with something big and mean if you've been disarmed? Is your weapon still capable of doing some damage with what might be left? My sword isn't any good for attacking anymore, but at least I can use it to block incoming attacks with what's still there. And then talk about the repair or replacement. Is there someone on the island who can fix your weapon in particular? Can you find another one if it's beyond repair, or is it one of a kind?"

"Some of you may remember the meeting we held on searching your environment for an appropriate weapon," Arthur cut in, "In a pinch, remember to look around you, and to make use of what you've got. In fact, you're best off making sure you've got the measure of the area before you even start - lest you lose a flail and don't know to find the blunt instrument you might need to take out your enemy." NOT THAT HE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. "Look around the grounds -- do you see anything you could use to your advantage if disarmed? And, on a related note - how great are your skills of avoidance -- although we'll go into that next week."

[OCD is up and the Reserves are open to all!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose's ass was thoroughly kicked by her second training session in the afternoon. So much so that she was pretty sure if she sat down on her bed, she'd end up asleep right up until tomorrow morning. Which would be pathetic.

The rain seemed to have stopped though so she wandered up to the roof and sat on the wall. It was totally dorky, but she even had a book with her to study. Something about that new determination plus actually having talked Dimitri into fight training had made her realise there were other parts of being a guardian she hadn't been paying attention to. So she was fixing it...even if this book was a little too focused on the threat of guns to the protectees.

The longer she was up there, the less the book was actually getting read.

[Home from work early wheeee]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

And here they were. His men. His frat. Arthur was happily (if idly) fiddling with his gloves while he waited for everyone to enter. The door slammed shut omniously as the last one did. "Ah," he said, "I see you've all managed to make it. Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Fandom's first and only fraternity. We are all men here..." his eyes trailed past Illyria, "Despite appearances, and we have a reputation to uphold."

( and the two manly men get babbly! )

[co-written with that Prince of Princes,

bitch_prince]

Current Mood: cheerful

puppy_fair

"Today," Arthur announced, looking fit and rested after his first night in a room that did not have an annoying desert noble in it. "We will be talking about the kind of inconveniences that Fandom likes to drop on us from the skies. Sure, poptarts or syrup may seem like a novelty, but when we're dealing with it in a combat situation it suddenly takes on an entirely new angle. Because of that, we are going to spend this week coming up with potential items of rain, and how to deal with them."

He was not going to allow any laughter in his reserves, and his expression made it clear that this was not funny. No, not even to you, newbies.

( Zack was not going to giggle. )

[OCD ~~on the way!~~ up, and it helps if I note that fact, self.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah got back from her coffee chat of GREAT JUSTICE! with Daisy to find that the deck? Was decorated with streamers, balloons, glitter, noisemakers, hats, and wow, flowers.

So a keyed-up Canary was currently batting a balloon around like she was still a cat, and considering ordering a cake to go with all this stuff, wondering whose birthday it was.

TWEEEET!

[open!]

italksmack.livejournal.com

It should have come as no surprise that as soon as Kelly figured out the year (and it took her long enough), she bounded out to the common room to plunk in front of a TV and try to take in as much pop culture as possible.

"Those pants are cute! Omigod, so cute! And that tall blonde chick who, like, poses everywhere? Is awesome. I like her dog! BRAD AND ANGELINA HAVE LIKE, SEVENTY BABIES. What happened? They both used to be like, super-hot and like, now they have a million babies, and babies are cool but like, none of those kids really look like them! That's so weird."

And so forth. No, she wasn't talking to anyone in particular.

[so, so open.]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

puppy_fair

"It's introductions time again," Zack said, launching right into his greeting the moment it looked like everyone who was going to show up for the Reserves meeting was there. This was in no small part due to the fact that he'd only actually met one of the new kids yet, and his wiggly puppy sense was tingling.

A lot.

"Every semester we seem to get a trickle in of new faces, so it can't hurt for all of us to stand up and share! We need names, your fighting experience and weapons proficiency, and what kind of other skills you might have that would come in handy in an invasion situation!"

A pause. A kind of squirmy sway from one foot to the other. Zack wanted to get started on that noooooow.

"You new guys have probably had the invasions mentioned to you at least once by now, I hope. If not, uh... Welcome to Fandom Island! That sort of thing is what we're here for! I'll go first! I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class, so yes, I am a kid in the military, and I do have a pretty decent rank, too. My weapon of choice is a sword and materia- little round spheres that let me cast spells, like fireballs or healing. I have access to items that can heal a person in a pinch, too, which comes in really handy on the field. Okay! Somebody else's turn!"

People! Introductions! Yay!

[OCD is up, and once again, the reserves are open to anyone who feels compelled to stumble along to scope it all out. We love new faces, from fighters and those interested in becoming them!]

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