[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.


[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]
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[personal profile] lovemykilt
You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]
[identity profile] meg-powers.livejournal.com
Not in the mood to watch TV, Meg wandered down to rec room to try out the piano. Sadly she was not particularly talented and was mostly limited to using one finger to plink out some Christmas carols and TV theme songs.

[open rec room is open]
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of completely moddable party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now... Party on!]]
[identity profile] grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com
Dance, shmance. Molly didn't have a date, and wasn't big on dances. Therefore, she'd surrounded herself with horribly excellent horror movies, tons of fully moddable snack food, and was lounging on one of the couches in her jammies and slippers.

Life was good, though she did wonder if anyone else would join her.


[ooc: Open to any non-dancers!]
[identity profile] meg-powers.livejournal.com
Decked out in appropriate apparel Meg flipped on the TV, set the channel to the game channel then took a seat on the couch in the common room. Her Boston themed sweatshirt and hat should give anyone a good idea of which team she's rooting for.

There's a good chance she'd sic her agents on anyone that even considered changing the channel.

[OOC: Up way before game time because I'm bored, bored, bored. And can I just add? As a Yankee fan it hurts to make this post.]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
Dean had popcorn, candy, soda and the remote control to the tv. He wasn't exactly sure what was on -- but he figured he could flip channels until he found something interesting.

He also had a toy mouse and a grey cat that would chase said mouse every time he threw it. He looked down at Hunter as the cat brought it back for the umpteenth time. "Shouldn't you be getting tired right about now? What, did you manage to find the kitty equivalent of Red Bull or something?"

Hunter didn't answer beyond staring intently at the toy mouse in his human's hand.

[ooc: open!]

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