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annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had decided to take it upon herself to clean up a little bit this afternoon. You're welcome, third floor. She'd turned on the radio because music always made cleaning a little more fun, and she was done with the kitchen before she knew it.

So she went out to the living room, dusted a little and fluffed the pillows, all while bopping around the common room, and there really didn't need to be any reason not to dance around to good, peppy music, right?

[An impromptu dance party was requested, and an impromptu dance party ye shall receive. Open!]

wwiii

"Oh, god."

Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.

"Oh god oh god oh god."

Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.

And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.

On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.

"Karla!"

Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.

[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

This week was... interesting. Stacey usually dated around, sure, but she had no idea what was with her this week. Which wasn't to say it was bad. Just... not exactly typical.

There was American Idol on the TV, not that Stacey really liked it, but because it was really hard to think bad things when people were screeching all over the TV. Except for when she found herself thinking Ryan Seacrest was kind of cute. She was just going to have to remind herself how short he was and not stop.

[Open like a common room! Let's give myself even more links, why not.]

childhood-taunt.livejournal.com

Matt has been out on the rooftops, trying to burn off some extra energy only to come back to his room and find out that he had been sexiled. Again.

"You've got to be kidding me," Matt groaned as he flopped onto one of the couches. "This is the second night in a row."

He fiddled with the remote for a few minutes before it got he found a "Dirty Jobs" marathon.

"Huh. Ironically appropriate."

annieadderall.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, everybody," Annie greeted them when they were ready to start, doing a little tiny headcount. "I don't think we scared anybody off with all the baking last week, so that's a good start to the semester!" She'd say that even if they lost half their members after one week, though.

Rilla glanced up from the gray sock she was knitting as she rocked Jims’ cradle with her foot.and smiled as well. “Today, we decided to talk a little bit about giving back,” she said. “In my time, my country is fighting in a great war. The boys at the front need warm blankets and new socks, so I’ve learned to knit!”

She’d gotten much better at it, fortunately. There weren’t many soldiers out there with two heels on one foot.

Annie... was not going to be doing nearly as well. "I haven't done this ever, by the way. So if you haven't done it, don't worry, we'll get through this together. Besides, if people need socks, then it's worth learning something new to give them to them." If only one could make socks with optimism, because this was going to be interesting.

And she hadn’t even learned about double pointed needles yet! Rilla had a stack of them ready for the girls, and passed out a pattern that was written in knitting code. “We’ll start with casting on 40 stitches and dividing it out onto three needles,” she said. “And then making sure they all are facing the correct direction.”

That could take most of the meeting.

Rilla had obviously taken to speaking a different language with that, because Annie understood not a word of it. "...Ask Rilla if you have any questions!"

childhood-taunt.livejournal.com

Matt had "gone out" for the evening. For some that meant a night on the town. For Matt, it meant leaping from rooftop to rooftop in the warehouse district. Unfortunately when he got back to room he found it somewhat... busy

So Matt has been exiled to the common room for the evening listening to ESPN while he attempted to make himself a bowl of cereal.

Damn you, Rebecca.

[Open like an open CR. Which is open. Or something.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Feeling particularly social today, Stacey had gone into the common room and made popcorn. She'd even made sure there was ~~moddable~~ popcorn seasoning available in case anyone else wanted some, and she could even put some on hers and not have to worry about it. Go Team Diabetes!

With snacks achieved, she found a seat and turned on the TV, and found that the channel was still on those same orange people from class. And when she went to change the channel... the batteries wouldn't work in the remote.

"...This is not funny," she decided, hitting the buttons on the remote again in case it decided to work this time.

[Idek, guys. Come on in!]

childhood-taunt.livejournal.com

After his one class for the day, Matt hauled his braille textbooks for English Literature online course into the common room to do some studying. He also managed to get the TV on and found the ESPN channel which just happened to be doing a report of the most recent and future boxing events.

Granted none of the boxers were ones he heard of but it made him feel at home.

[Open common room is open. Matt is very interruptible and I'm extremely bored. Entertain me!]

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

So over the past two weeks on the island, Rebecca hadn't really done very much. Did some work for her classes, rearranged the furniture in her room and taken over part of Matt's closet... normal fun stuff. But she'd come to the conclusion that it was time to start networking with people. Forming alliances, as it were.

Or making friends, as normal, non-Rebecca Logan people might put it. Really, she was in it for the allies and networks.

So after placing a few quick calls, she managed to get some fairly fancy Italian food delivered to the third floor common room. There was more than enough to share with... probably half the student body. That should be a step in the right direction, she decided.

Plus, her top showed a lot of cleavage. So.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Stacey had learned something over the last couple days: most kids ate really unhealthy things. She'd known that before (she had babysat for a living, after all) but it was a lot more obvious to her now that she was in a boarding school setting.

So today she'd gone out shopping and bought some really healthy stuff to stock up the fridge and cabinets, since otherwise it was hard for her to eat. Besides, it couldn't hurt anyone to maybe try something that was good for them, and then maybe it wouldn't look strange if she was the only one in a setting eating a salad. With the TV on for background noise, she unpacked the grocery bags and put the food away.

See, Fandom, Stacey was being helpful.

[I so want to play. Open like an open CR!]

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Third floor common room- Sunday afternoon

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Guy Party, 6th Floor Common Room, Friday night

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Third Floor Common Room: Monday Evening

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