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The week was well on its way before Romeo did much outside his room, but this afternoon he was, at long last, bored of his own company and the inside of his own head.

He emerged to make his way to the common room, where an idea overtook him. If at some point he'd have a child who was devoted to waffles (and that seemed at least more likely than the other two possibilities the weekend had thrown at him) it might serve him well to be able to make the things without help from a toaster.

Granted, he couldn't cook. But he could read and so, intrepidly, he found himself standing at the counter, squinting at a recipe and hoping the mess wouldn't be too bad to clean up.

If nothing else, he would have killed an afternoon.

[OOC Open like a CR.]

Current Mood: intimidated

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It had been a long night and for some reason the kids were early risers. So it was a pretty groggy Mel who dragged her kids down the hallway and started setting them up with bowls of cereal and turned on TV in the hopes that it would keep them occupied until the coffee began to work.

"Ron. Seriously. It's a potted plant. Stop hugging it."

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel sat on the edge of the roof, her legs hanging over the ledge as she watched the sun rise over Fandom.

It's not a sight Mel typically seeks out as she's usually up late into the evening wandering through a graveyard or the preserves but nevertheless there she is watching the sun come up with a contemplative look on her face.

[open]

Current Mood: contemplative

withoutverona

Blissfully unaware there was anything at all odd about today, Romeo padded into the common room and found some cold cereal to eat while he watched a morning talk show.

They were making over erotic dancers, and Romeo decided the "on stage" looks were much better than the "daytime" looks. It was purely an aesthetic decision, of course -- at least the on stage looks didn't involve floral cardigans.

[Open like a common room.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn cuddled deeper into the couch she was on, dreaming and content in the knowledge that she'd been a good watcher and helped Mel with her sacred duty. On the floor was a pile of papers with drawings and scribbles and some basic words, showing how impressive the fighting had been. So impressive, in fact, that she'd fallen asleep right where she'd been when she finished helping Mel.

Mel had fallen asleep there, too, and was curled around her plastic squeaky scythe and sucking her thumb, hopefully happy in the knowledge that all vampire dust bunnies were no more, and that she had made Fandom safe for the night.

Between them, there was an empty pickle jar, full of nothing but slighty green-tinged pickle brine.

[ooc: Open as lobbies are. Weetiny slayer modded with permission. No pickles were harmed in the making of this post.]

Current Mood: sleepy

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.

So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.

"DIE!"

*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*

[open]

withoutverona

After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.

Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.

Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.

"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."

From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.

"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.

[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

In the lobby is a big-ass banner that reads "WELCOME HOME TIME TRAVELLERS AND AWAY TEAMS AND WORLD SAVERS AND EVERYONE". And... that's more or less it.

On a table in the corner is punch and pie. JUST punch and pie, and the punch comes pre-spiked. There's also a box with a sign on it that says "NO PIE unless you deposit souvenirs here". Feel free to ignore it.

Sokka, after the TREMENDOUS effort involved in planning a shindig such as this, is sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes, which are still dry and burning from earlier.

takingthedayoff.livejournal.com

The Oscars pre-game was on, Ferris had food spread out on the table and even though he didn't know who half of these people were, he was commenting on the fashion. "Really, why would anyone wear a dress that intentionally makes their ass look big?"

cantjossme.livejournal.com

There was a sign near the entrance to the CR.

Single Zone:
No couples or significant others allowed.
Any couple coming in and acting cute enters at their own risk

Anyone venturing past the sign would find Mel watching horror movies. Specifically horror movies where young couples in love end up getting killed.

There was also a mug of something she was drinking that was definitely not alcoholic. Really.

[Open of course. Even to OTP couples. *glares*]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

In a strange and startling turn of events, it would seem that Adah Price crawled from primordial depths (well, her bedroom, anyway, which, while quite dry and warm and nice, seemed to be taking on a murky, swamplike visage in her head today) to emerge herself once again on the front of possible socialization. She wondered if she should be concerned, and then reasoned with herself, as she shifted through a drawer for a can opener that she could manage with one hand, that there were reasons. Today, the reason was simply that of the fact that a girl had to eat. She was driven from the confines of as close to a hermitage as she could get for a simple, primal need. Yesterday also had its reasons, as she had come across the fairly busy pool entirely by accident out of not wanting to deal with the trouble of bundling up a little to go outside. Warmer weather aside, it had nothing on the sweltering Congo nights. They had their reasons and she was restless, anyway, wrestling a little finally with a simpler can opener that made quite a chore out of getting into the can of fruit swimming in sickly sweet syrup that would probably make her stomach rebel later, but it was food, it was (relatively) simple, and eating it directly out of the can as she curled up a little on the couch had become more familiar to her than other, conventional, American ways of preparing full, three-course meals.

She considered the TV, but then banished the thought once the thought of managing a remote control and a can of peaches would be more difficult than Adah wanted to bother with right now.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be~ ]]

withoutverona

Romeo Montague had had a strange day in a strange week of what had been a pretty strange year.
Inspired by an episode of Vanessa Saturn, he decided a drinking game was in order. Specifically "I Never." And so invitations, written in a slightly florid hand, were slipped under dorm room doors -- some of new friends, some belonging to complete strangers.

There was a stash of booze set up under the coffee table, and Romeo sipped a rum-and-cider as he waited to see if anyone would actually show up.

[OOC: Fair warning per the admins -- this is a high school. You get punk in drublic, or the converse, you might get punished. So ... don't get caught?]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel was spending more and more time out of her room lately trying to be somewhere else whenever a certain someone was there.

Finding nothing better to do and really not interested in hitting the gym, Mel had grabbed a few snacks and was channel surfing in the remote chance something good was on TV.

[Open and always in this comm. Yes.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Those who arrived at the gym for flag football tryouts would find Willow there, complete with blue hat, clipboard, and a whistle. She waved when there seemed to be a good enough crowd to start.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said. "In case you don't know me, I'm Willow Rosenberg, captain of the bestest team here at Fandom High, which is also known as the Blue team. John is captain of the sadly penultimate team, which would be Gold. Try not to mock them too openly for not being as great as Blue is.

"Today is tryouts for new students," Willow continued. "Or old students who didn't try out before. Or medium-time length students who possibly fell into an alternate dimension when they should've been devoting themselves to football skills. Which around here is entirely possible. Either way if you aren't on one of the teams and would like to be, this is the place for you!

"We've got a few areas set to tryout. John and I will be watching you and judging your every move to see if you are worthy of flag football so, you know, no pressure or anything.

"Those who are already on teams don't have to try out again, but you're welcome to help the newbies, or just watch, or even make suggestions as to who might make a good teammate. John and I will be over there if anyone wants to talk.

"And remember that this is all in good fun, except when we're trouncing the Gold team in which case we're out for the strictly metaphorical kill. Don't forget to hydrate and warm up and say please and thank you when appropriate or just 'get out of my way, fool!' when that's what the situation calls for. Also feel free to apply a different insult if 'fool' isn't really working for you.

"So, um, yeah. Good luck and Go Gremlins!" Willow did a fist pump to encourage everyone, then went over to where she was going to watch the tryouts.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! Have fun!]

Current Mood: hopeful

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It isn't that Mel isn't in a "mood" after what happened yesterday it's just that she felt that beating the crap out of the body bag in the gym would make her feel better.

Okay... she is in a mood. And the beating of the body bag? Totally not helping.

That wasn't stopping her from continuing to beat the crap out of it.

[open]

Current Mood: cranky

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was an exciting Monday afternoon in the common room. There was a Space Battles marathon on the movie channel and absolutely no classes to worry about.

Andrew and John were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the program. And probably geeking out a little. "Dude, Hanno totally shot first, I hate when they show the special edition," John complained. Okay, a lot.

[ooc: Open like a...CR!]

Current Mood: dorky

cantjossme.livejournal.com

For once Mel actually skipped patrolling and just went straight for the junkfood binge and decided to have it right in the common room where she could watch cheezy science fiction movies.

[open]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel was out later than usual patrolling the vampire free island and is still feeling the effect even after her morning class.

Which is why she's slumped on the couch, barely awake and wondering why small children from some reality show are telling her to play a pretend instrument so that a car with drums for wheels can go faster.

"Come on now, Carmine
You can win the race
Because you are an amazing music car!

Mel stared some more at the screen and wondered if someone had slipped something into her coffee.

"If we want Carmine to go faster, we need to help him by playing our bass drum. Take your hand like this and beat your pretend drum and go BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Mel took a sip of her coffee in the vain effort to get herself awake enough to change the channel.

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, but didn't want to be in her room when curfew hit if she could help it. So that was why a girl and her dog were sitting on the couch, watching the only thing that had caught her attention:

Telemundo.

She had no idea why the women who spoke in another language kept screaming, or why the men wouldn't stop crying.

[open like a thing]

Current Mood: content

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had stretched out a large piece of posterboard over the table and had poured out a number of china shards in a pile beside him from the large sack that was on the floor at his feet. He was carefully sorting through the shards, picking out some to glue to the cardboard.

Just a little arts and crafts project on a Saturday night.

[ooc: this would be what's left of the kitten plates. open for anyone who wants to watch or help with the project. ;)]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has a bag packed and a strange looking apple looking thing in her hand. She had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an e-mail and told a few friends that she was going to be heading home.

She also said this would be where she would be before she left just in case they wanted to see her off.

[ooc: Mostly for those who know who they are. Otherwise open. ~~Minor OCD coming up~~ OCD up! SP declared due to timezones, HP and Comic Con.]

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

With class done with for the day, Lucas settled on the couch in the third floor common room with pizza. Yes, pizza for breakfast. And he wasn't stupid, either. There was plenty to go around in case the smell attracted other like-minded student types.

Ooh and hey, Rescued by the Alarm was on.

savedfornow.livejournal.com

Claire did nothing all week, and this was OK by her. She wandered town, she hung out in her room. And quite amazingly, not once did she break a leg or another bone almost die or actually die or have to be rescued or anything.

She could get used to this.

She wasn't so sure she could get used to the smell of smoke that was beginning to permeate her room. So while her roommate was in class, she opened the windows as far as they would go, switched on a fan to get the air circulating, and decamped to the common room, where she was now curled up on the couch, channel surfing for sitcoms and painting her fingernails.

can_be_more

Aeryn's all packed, and not really in the mood to see the room looking so much different. She hates the look of boxes and bags all packed up, so it's easier to head to the gym, though she's not being very into her workout. She's not really looking forward to leaving, and she hates goodbyes. So she figures John can say goodbye to who he needs to in the room, and anyone who knows her will know where else hey can find her.

[It's say bye to Aeryn time. *sniff* She's leaving Fandom tonight. And SP is love.]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis lounged on the couch with a much smaller assortment of candy than the last time she'd tried this. She idly flipped through channels until she hit a film about some man named James Bund, who seemed to be competent enough with his weaponry and who seemed to attract irritating women like moths to a flame.

Mmm. Violence and spies and pretty people. Aravis made herself more comfortable and settled in to watch.

[oooooooopen as common rooms so often are. :D]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After waking up way later than she's used to and then going for a quick jog around the island, Mel has ransacked the kitchen grabbing as much junk food as she can before settling down in front of the TV.

As she flicks on the television the first thing she comes across is the SciFi Channel marathon of ~~The Twilight Zone~~ The Dusk Area.

"I'm not sure what's creepier," Mel muttered to herself as she tore into a bag of chips. "That talking puppet or the guy in the suit who just shows up everywhere."

[Yes. It's open.]

smartestone

Hermione's reached a point where she's just bored. She's out of things to read that she hasn't read a dozen times already, she's out of yarn for knitting, her workshops are almost over and they're not really the studying kind, and Crookshanks hasn't been around all day to play with. Not that he plays voluntarily, but shut up.

So this is why she's in the common room, resorting to the television. It may rot the brain, but at least it's noise. She turns it on, flipping channels, and... ooh.

Hermione's found the Discovery Channel. Someone should probably stop her before the addiction sinks in.

Current Mood: bored

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was making herself dinner. Or, really, she was gathering dinner, since at this exact moment, it seemed to consist of potato chips, jelly beans, peanut butter, and some carrot sticks.

For the nutrition, of course.

Anyone who wanted to make something real would probably be very welcome.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

Current Mood: hungry

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel should be patrolling but instead she's in the common room with a TV showing some bizarre sitcom which she is ignoring so she can read a magazine and take quizzes.

"Am I adventurous? Hell. I don't need to take a quiz to figure that out," Mel said to herself.

solo_sword

Jaina was on the bored side. Even Jaina realized that Jaina on the bored side was not necessarily a good thing. This was why she was in the common room, vigorously flipping channels and occasionally muttering things like "...There's a channel for cooking?"

She obviously didn't spend a lot of time watching stuff like this back home.

[All open!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

If it looks like Mel has ransacked her room and pulled out the basic necessities for spending the night in the CR, it because she has.

Anyone coming into the CR at this time will see that she's watching some movie with Will Smith and muttering how men in general are just stupid.

[ooc: Open.]

Current Mood: irritated

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

It was a really nice morning and Molly missed the cabins and the campfire pits enough to grab a blanket and a few comics and go sit outside in the sun to read. Spreading the blanket out, she sat down and tucked the comics under her leg. The plan to read lasted all of two minutes as she flopped onto her back and just enjoyed the weather.

[[OOC: Post is open!]]

southernbender.livejournal.com

It was their last night in the cabins. It was also raining. But Katara refused to let that stop her from trying to roast marshmallows one more time.

So any visitors to the Curupira campfire would find a merrily crackling fire, s'mores makings, and a strangely dry patch of ground around the fire.

Also a waterbender who was concentrating a lot on keeping that area dry.

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has returned from patrol and has pulled out her supply of junkfood and drinks as she sits by the fire wondering about that strange dream she had the other night.

Versions of her were ridculing her for dating Zuko.

Extremely weird.

To take her mind off it she was throwing Twinkies into the fire to see if they'd explode.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Handouts needed to be written! Posters needed to be made! John gathered the snack food and art supplies that he'd ~~handwavily~~ obtained after work, and carried it all out to the campfire. Hopefully, people would stop by to help him, or just to pass the time while he worked.

[ooc: come one, come all, make posters and shoot the breeze]

Current Mood: productive

the_merriest

Rikku hoped it wasn't too dark that people wouldn't be able to see that she now had purple hair.

Aly was on her short list of Favorite Teachers Ever.

She hoped the Kraken bathroom had recovered from any possible dye-related mishaps.

Rikku sat in front of the campfire, bouncing to herself. Ready to chat the ear off anybody and everybody who dropped by.

[so very open]

Current Mood: bouncy

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

[[Open!]]

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

With his first two workshops moderately successful (the dog kicking question was a trick!) and the books still acting like chickens inside the cabin, Gavin's escaped to outside the cabin.

He's leaning against a log and counting stars. It's better than counting sand.

[Ooooooooooopen to all!]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka stared at the rubble. The school was gone, sure, but the dorms had still been standing. And the salle was attached to the dorms, so he hadn't thought...

With a strangled cry, he ran over to where the weapons locker had been and started tearing at the pile of rubble, without finding anything.

"NOOOOOO!" he cried. "BOOOOOOOOMERAAAAANG!!!!"

He dug frantically, and... then realized he was in the wrong place. He scrambled around looking again, and there was the weapons locker, a little battered but otherwise unharmed, sitting behind a large piece of roof.

He pulled it open, grabbed his boomerang, and clutched it to his chest, petting and kissing it.

"THERE you are! Don't SCARE me like that!!!"

[[OOC: State of the weapons locker okayed by the mods. YAY!
Post is open to anyone who wants to come nuggle their weppieons.]]

twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com

It was with great seriousness that Zachary Uriah Addy made his way to the common room, dragging a cart piled almost as high as he was with books and pieces of lab equipment behind him.

While most kids believed the weekend was a time for cartoons, he knew it was also a time for SCIENCE!

After turning on the television, Zack sat next to his cart, opened a book and began to assemble...something...

[Open as common rooms are.]

Current Mood: working

cantjossme.livejournal.com

There are important things for slayers to do. Mel knows this. And the most important thing is to patrol at night for monsters.

So Mel has gone to the weapons locker where she has retrieved her foam rubber scythe (with a squeaker in the blade) and her nerf stakes and is now currently patrolling the lobby for the monsters that live under furniture and in closets.

"Feel my wrath evil dust bunny!"

*SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK*

[Open like a lobby should be]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara hadn't had much sleep last night. So after Chad came in, she migrated out to the Common Room so her lack of sleeping wouldn't bother him. Shortly towards dawn, she fell asleep on the couch.

And woke up to find weetiny penguins staring at her. "Awww" was the immediate reaction followed quickly by trying to entice one or two into her hand to pet. They came willingly enough even though she didn't have any dried fish. Which made her immediately wonder if they were hungry. That was when the announcements came on, and, in a stunning display of hypocrisy from the girl who grew up eating penguin, Katara frowned mightily at the speaker. "NOT FOR EATING."

So with a promise to the penguins that she'd try to get them food in a bit, Katara got up and found pen and paper. A short but laborious struggle later with the English language later, she was searching for dried fish or something penguins might eat in the Common Room kitchen.

A sign was posted on the door.

PENGUINS
(NOT FOR EATING)

[OOC: Open as CRs are. I'm at work so potential wee slowplay]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After getting done with her classes Mel headed over to the dueling area and pulled out her ~~axe really~~ scythe and went through a couple of test moves as she waited for Buffy to show up.

[ooc: For the Buffster, otherwise the Salle is open. SP is love]

can_be_more

Aeryn left 238 a little later than she'd planned, but still gets to the gym at a respectable time. Since she's got some time, she pulls on her gloves and starts working on the bag until Mel arrives.

[For

cantjossme, but the gym is open for your gymly needs. Also, blah blah SP blah.]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

People awake in the early hours of the morning might been surprised to see a boxer-brief clad Seely rushing down the hallways.

Less at Seely's state of undress and more at the fact he was being pursued by a puppet that was making disturbing kissing noises.

"I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU THAT WAY!"

[Feel free to WTF at the boy.

Only SP replies from me since omglatebedformenow]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

cantjossme.livejournal.com

SLUMBER PARTY!
Friday Night!
Girls Only!

Room 320

Featuring:
All the crap girls do at a slumber party.

Mel should not consider a career in event planning.

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The giant pillow/blanket/chair fort of awesome was still up from last night. Thankfully, someone had turned the TV off so Rescued by the Alarm wasn't on anymore. Kawalsky had fallen asleep during that really bad murder mystery weekend episode where Zeke was in on it the whole time.

Worst episode ever.

He emerged from the fort and eyed the common room kitchenette. This situation called for pancakes. He got to it, being a pancake ninja and all.

"Pancakes! Get your pancakes."

[OOC: Free pancakes! Feel free to come in or say that you stayed there the whole night in the fort. I'll be here until I fall asleep.]

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