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Mercy was curled up on the couch with something or other playing in the background on the TV as she leafed through a couple of bridal magazines. She'd never considered herself all that girly, but the idea of buying a wedding dress was more exciting than she'd thought it would be.

There was a wide variety of Chinese food spread out on one of the coffee tables for nibbling while she looked and dreamed.

[Open as common rooms are!]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had managed to put a good face on during the three minute dates and, even more amazingly, had actually had a decent time. When she'd arrived home she'd spent most of the night up on the roof, shifting back to coyote form and then staring at the stars till she fell asleep so she wouldn't chance waking her roommate with the nightmares she knew she was going to have.

She'd been groggy and distracted all day, finally giving in and napping most of the afternoon. Now she was curled up on a sofa in the common room with some hot chocolate while she waited for her soup to heat up, since she wasn't sure her stomach could handle much else right now.

She was most definitely not watching any sporting competition, but wasn't exactly paying much attention to the Priest marathon she had on and could be talked into switching over.

[Open as common rooms are.]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had in front of her a bunch of different types of locks and was working her way through them with a grin. She'd locked herself out of her room that morning and had had the oddest feeling that she could pick the lock with pretty much anything she could find. And she did!

Now Samuel had taught her to pick a lock, but she'd always needed her lock picks. This? She just seemed to know how to get into anything. Given what she'd heard on the radio it sounded like it might be one of those weird weekend-only Fandom things so she figured she'd learn as much as she could about it while she had the ability.

Which was how she'd ended up here with all the locks, more Chinese food than she could ever eat, and a smile. Hopefully, if she practiced, she'd be able to hang onto some of this skill.

[Open of course!]

walkswithcoyote

It was New Year's Eve and while there didn't seem to be a lot of people around or anything big going on, Mercy still felt that she wanted to mark the turning of the year somehow. She'd found a live broadcast on TV counting down the time till midnight and was switching back and forth between that and some of the various TV show marathons that were on.

She'd ordered more Chinese than any human could possibly eat, figuring either people would join her at some point or there'd be tons of leftovers for the next few days.

Either way, she was here, curled up on the couch with Chinese and hot chocolate and something sweet for dessert in the frig, watching TV and counting down to the New Year.

[Open like a common room for anyone around.]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had been feeling cooped up in the dorms, so she'd gone for a long run in the woods as a coyote. When she returned she wasn't quite ready to shut herself back up in the dorms, so she'd made her way up to the roof.

Here she could see the stars and feel the wind in her hair, while she just sat back and let all the crazy events from the past just sort of wash away.

[Open as roofs are!]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy was still feeling all... wound up. And for probably the first time in her life she kind of wished she could just find some willing guy and, well, scratch that itch, without worrying about feelings or commitments or anything.

She'd escaped from her room where everything she read seemed to make things worse, but the common room wasn't much better. Every show she switched to just seemed to wind her up more, and when she stumbled on the one with the really good looking vampires, she just couldn't manage to stop watching.

She was expecting pizza to show up momentarily and at this rate, the pizza boy might just get a really interesting tip.

[Open like a common room!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

After spending basically all day yesterday hiding in her room because, as near as she could tell, she was the only girl who had turned into a boy, Jessica had finally calmed down. Mostly because of radio. She may have hated Topher a bit for mocking her legitimate trauma here, but she was giddy for confirmation that at least it wasn't her cloned genes going completely crazy somehow (...SCIENCE?) and that it was just stupid, evil, Fandom magic.

(Seriously, though. How was it that the only people she talked to yesterday were girls who stayed girls? How was that at all possible?)

Anyway, she was okay being out in public today. She was okay grabbing food from the common room and then staying there. She had cereal. She had a seat on the couch. She had television which was showing... Mrs Uncertaintyflame? Well, that was just mean, television. How dare you? ...Jessica still left it on, though.

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

Between one thing and another, Kate had never actually watched a live episode of the TV show Bow ~~Arrow~~. But she had downloaded all the previous episodes and watched them on her laptop. Just for professional curiosity, you know. Someone was making a TV show about a superhero with a bow! It was almost required she watch.

...and he was really, really hot in the training montages that showed up in almost every episode. Yeah, she totally watched this for the plot.

[I have been waiting to do this forever!]

walkswithcoyote

Yes, Mercy was boring. Friday night and all she was doing was curling up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and watching TV. So sue her.

Seeing The Nothing again this morning in class had really shaken her. She'd come back to the dorms and cleaned the room to within an inch of its life. Billy would probably think he'd opened the wrong door when he got home, since she was generally not known for her neatness. Today you could eat off the floor.

Cleaning hadn't been enough, though, so she'd gone on a bit of a baking spree. Anyone passing nearby would smell the dozens of cookies and brownies that she'd spent the afternoon baking.

And now, she'd ~~calmed herself down~~ tired herself out enough that she was just sitting back and flipping through channels.

Please come eat. Otherwise the freezer wasn't going to have room for anything but those cookies and brownies.

walkswithcoyote

Mercy was in the common group, taking gulps of hot chocolate and frantically trying to cancel all the online orders she'd placed yesterday. Sure, they were paid for and all, but it just didn't seem right to spend that kind of money, especially since she wasn't sure where the money had come from.

She was in the common room because she couldn't quite face the pile of stuff in her room that she had to decide about.

[Open!]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had spent more money than she'd ever imagined spending yesterday - a great set of new tools, ammunition for her guns, enough new books to last for ages, some nice new clothes (including a couple of gorgeous dresses and some really nice lingerie), and a bunch of other odds and ends both for herself and for other people she knew. The rickshaw driver who'd brought her back to the dorms had been kind enough to help carry all of it up to the fifth floor (for a handsome tip) and she'd slept the sleep of the happily shopped out.

Today she was stretched out on the couch with QVC on the TV and her laptop on her lap for some internet shopping. There were so many amazing things available and she kept finding little things she just had to get for herself and various others.

Also, there would soon be loads of all sorts of food arriving.

[OOC: Open like a common room! Come in and have Mercy but something for you - or mod something she got for you yesterday!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had settled herself on a couch in the common room. She made herself a cup of hot chocolate, turned the TV to some random station, and stretched out with her laptop. When her Chinese food arrived she didn't even bother trying to explain that she hadn't ordered most of it - that was just the way it seemed to work sometimes here, people would undoubtedly show up to eat it at some point.

She set it out on one of the coffee tables, grabbed what she wanted, and settled in to look up coyote related tattoos.

lockestheway

Okay, so Peter's plan to get some bodyguards had been waylaid by the enormous volume of work that had come crashing down on him the past few weeks. What little free time he'd had he hadn't exactly wanted to spend going around politicking with the student base, but now that he finally did have a day with only minimal work to do, well...

He'd gone out into town and bought two bags full of pastries from JGoB's, and brought them back up into the common room. Now there they were, spread out across the coffee table, Peter lounging ever-casually on the couch.

If that didn't bring in some potential bodyguard candidates, he didn't know what would.

[[ open! ]]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal (though pretty much everything was colorful or chocolately or sugary. No Raisin Bran for you. Who were you people, who wanted like, Chex at Pajama Club?) as well as some milk and a set of bowls. Since it was still relatively warm out, Olive's pajamas were not particularly cozy, but they were, at least, pretty cute.

"Welcome to Pajama Club," she said, once pretty much everyone was assembled. "I'm Olive, if you didn't already know. And I'll be honest, this mostly started as a joke but I'm kind of super-glad that so many people turned out. Um, for our first meeting, I figured we'd do introductions and maybe you could share why you joined? Oh, and your favorite type of cereal, so I know what to get for meetings."

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.

Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.

And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.

[open, la.]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Tonight, Toby decided, was a 'laze around in the common room with pizza and hilariously terrible movies' sort of night.

Which was why there were a number of pizza boxes on the table, and Cactibear- that made-for-TV classic about a half-bear, half-cactus that killed base-jumpers- on TV.

Aww yeah.

[eta: FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP RIDICULOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT'S HAPPENING ON SCREEN, GUYS. ANYTHING GOES.]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy was feeling a bit under the weather. She'd stayed curled up in bed most of the day, but now she was bored and maybe a little grumpy and just tired of being in her room.

A big mug of hot chocolate, mindless TV, and a comfy couch were just what she needed. If she wanted food, there were plenty of delivery menus, but for now it was nice to be out of her room and someplace where she had a chance of a little company to distract her.

[Open common room is open!]

nottrivial

Alec had more Chinese food than any human really needed and the TV was stuck.

The TV was stuck on a show that seemed to be mainly about teenagers who lived in a house together and did stupid things, to be specific. They didn't seem to like each other, and the ones that did like each other had very odd ways of showing it; none of them seemed to have jobs or any obligations outside of going to the beach, drinking, and fighting with each other; and the camera regularly zoomed in the face of one of the girls, whose face was a color not typically found in nature and certainly not found on the average person's skin.

Alec... didn't understand it at all. Not the show itself, not the appeal of the show, none of it. But the TV refused to turn off, so he stared blankly at the screen as he ate his Chinese food, missing aaaall the jokes and becoming increasingly annoyed with the characters. As you do.

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had never been so grateful for the camping trips Charles had made her go on before. She'd learned a great many useful things, including how to track game in human form, start a fire with flint and steel, and - most importantly for the moment - how to set up ridiculous tents with next to useless instructions.

Which would be what she was doing now.

Hopefully her soon-to-be tentmates would be helpful as well - or at least smart enough to not get in the way.

[Open, of course, to the other soon-to-be occupants of Penitent and anyone else who might want to wander by to help, kibbitz, or ask Mercy to help them set up their tent.]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So. Today was Toby's sixteenth birthday. He'd decided against holding an actual party or anything in favour of just hanging out in the common room with some pizza and cake.

And the Titanium Dude movies, which he'd been meaning to check out ever since going to the movies with Kenzi last month.

[ooc: Yes, I know Titanium Man is a Marvel villain, but dude, there are only so many cool-sounding metals out there, so Titanium Dude it is. Food is moddable, CR is open!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

walkswithcoyote

It might have been Valentine's Day, but it's not like Mercy had any plans. Still, she was getting really antsy in her room, between the heat and the feelings, and she'd thought maybe a distraction might help - something like popcorn and a movie.

But it seemed like everything she found playing just made her feel even more hot and bothered.

Which would be why she was finding it hard to stay on any one channel and was currently down to a tank top and light pajama pants.

[Open as common rooms are.]

wasthecuteone

Today the snacks table sported the usual beverage options and snack fund jar, plus a plate of red velvet cupcakes Petra had made (starting with a devil's food cake mix, she wasn't afraid to admit) and a smaller plate of vegan red velvet cupcakes from J,GoB with a little sign propped up next to it reading, "Vegan!" with a little smiley face.

"Hey, guys!" Petra said. "I hope everyone's having a good week, and wasn't too traumatized by last Thursday." She shuddered a little dramatically and said, "So, okay, business first, I talked to Tony from the frat and they're doing a sort of Secret Valentine thing, where you can sign up to be paired up with someone on Valentine's Day. It totally doesn't have to be a romantic thing, it can just be to have someone to hang out with and eat chocolate or whatever. I thought it sounded really cool and I promised I'd tell you guys about it, so, I have. They're doing signups in the lobby with the Student Council flower sales and dance tickets, so hit all that up on your way out the door if you haven't already. If you want to, I mean.

"Anyway, that got me thinking, we can't let the frat beat us, right? We should do something cool for the student body. Valentine's Day is pretty much covered, but there'll be other holidays, or we could do something just because it's Friday some week or whatever. So I just want to toss that out there. Does anybody have any ideas? For a St. Patrick's Day activity or something? And even if you don't, is there anything anyone wants to talk about with the club this week?"

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had made her way up to the roof. It was nice up here.

You could look out over everything and enjoy the view.

It was also probably the best place to watch the sunset - barring over the ocean, though Mercy hadn't discovered that fact yet.

So she settled down near the edge to watch the sky change.

[OOC: Open post is open and Mercy would love some company.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

There was a fruitcake in Wesley's room.

He'd never thought Alex the sort to keep uncovered fruitcakes around, but it wasn't his business, so he didn't touch it and simply moved to the common room with something to read. Just as he sat down and opened his book, he happened to spot, out of the corner of his eye, another fruitcake. Just sitting there. Right next to him.

That was worrisome.

Abandoning the couch for a moment, Wesley moved the cake over to the counter and covered it with plastic wrap, so that anyone who wanted it could feel free to help themselves.

When he sat back down? There it was again.

Oh, blast.

[[Open like a common room, yep!]]

wasthecuteone

It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks. There was a ~~handwavey~~ party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had noticed that the volume level on the fifth floor seemed slightly higher today than she was used to, but she (being her normal size and having no roommate other than Jims) brushed it off in favor of heading to the common room and starting to prepare lunch: soup and toast for her and a bottle of milk for Jims.

Just another Saturday in Fandom, right?

[OOC: Mwahaha.]

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

"No, really," Marshall said, balancing his phone between ear and shoulder as he measured sugar into his mixing bowl. "I'm baking. Like, the common room on each floor has pretty much a full kitchen, it's totally cool."

"I didn't mean that," Corrine said, on the other end of the call. "I was surprised that you're baking, not that there's a place at your school you can do it. Since when do you bake?"

His timer dinged; Marshall turned around and pulled a pan of orange-flavoured cupcakes. "Well, I mean, it's just applied chemistry," he pointed out. "Besides, it's not that hard to follow a recipe. Just like doing a lab, y'know? Anyway, I should go, I don't want to be distracted while I'm making the ganache. Tell Vaughn and Z that I said hi, okay?"

"Sure. ... What's a ganache?"

Marshall laughed. "Goodbye, Corrine. If Lucas asks, yes, I'll be online later tonight."

[Totally open and distractible. There are tasty things! Come and get some.]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy was stretched out on the couch flipping through channels, hoping for something to catch her interest. She'd picked up a bunch of Mexican food on her way back to the dorms - she definitely needed some food that was not Canadian for a change. As usual, she'd picked up way too much so there was plenty for anyone who might drop in.

Ah, spicy food! What a great distraction from worrying over future children possibly arriving in litters.

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had dared the town to go buy herself some clothes for her now-male self. Which meant she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that actually fit and were comfortable. Still she couldn't quite seem to settle, so she'd found herself up on the roof watching the stars whenever the clouds weren't covering them. There wasn't really a moon out, so it was dark and quiet and away from the hubbub of the people living in the dorms. The weather was decent, so she just found a comfortable spot and sat herself down.

[Open as roofs are.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

wasthecuteone

The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))

walkswithcoyote

Tonight was a good night for baking. Mercy had already made two batches of brownies and was working on chocolate chip cookies. The TV was on in the background, but she really wasn't paying attention to it. The baking was soothing her as it generally did, and once this batch was done, she might just put her feet up and relax with a cup of hot chocolate.

There were far more baked goods than she'd ever manage to eat, but she figured they wouldn't go to waste here.

[Open as common rooms are!]

walkswithcoyote

Mercy was in a bit of a grumpy mood after having unsuccessfully attempted to avoid her mother's phone calls over the weekend. She really hadn't been in the mood to deal with Margi's interrogation about school or the guilt trip over not agreeing to go on their yearly summer vacation this summer.

She'd been polite and well-behaved and taken everything without complaint, since she'd already caused the family enough trouble. Still now, all she wanted was mindless television and spicy Chinese food - lots of it.

There was more Chinese food than you could shake a stick at and a choice of two police procedurals that she kept switching between. She couldn't decide if she liked the older silver haired man or the gorgeous bald black man better.

[OOC: Oh so very open!]

walkswithcoyote

Tonight Mercy had developed a huge craving for Chinese food and had ordered more than any three people could possibly eat. Oh well, either people would show up and have some or there would be tons of leftovers.

She flipped through channels and ended up on a marathon of shows about 'proof' of alien visits to Earth. She hadn't intended to watch it, but there was something mesmerizing about it - a bit like watching a train wreck, she just couldn't make herself look away. So, here she was, eating Chinese and occasionally talking back to the television.

"Oh, no no no no! Where did you ever -? Everyone knows the fae are responsible for that!"

[OOC: Open Post is open and Bored Mun is bored!]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Well, it seemed the television didn't hate Bruce nearly as much as it normally did today. He would have liked to have watched that one prison movie, or even some soccer. Instead, it gave him the Yule Log, which was at least appropriate given the temperature. And that was better than one of the movie channels airing a marathon of the sparkling vampire movies.

Considering the show and the weather, Bruce felt it was only appropriate to spend a little time making some hot cocoa (with, yes, plenty for everyone). He didn't need a butler to do it or anything.

[OOC: I actually have a day free of work crushing my soul, so open CR!]

necroslacker

So, they were in Egypt now. Right, Sam was just going to stop trying to make sense of this magically moving island and it's time traveling ways. He wasn't even going to try explaining it to Ramon and Frank because all he'd get were blank looks and concern that was finally cracking up after everything that had happened the past few months.

Yeah, Sam was just going to keep the nature of the island to himself. It was bad enough Ashley and Brooke could pop up at anytime and pester him until he explained. That was more Brooke than Ashley since Ashley's patience wasn't that long.

The good thing about Egypt was that the weather had warmed up a lot and now he could sit outside on the deck with his feet propped up in front of him. His skateboard was underneath his chair and was getting a break after Sam had ridden it all through town earlier. It wasn't running but maybe he was working up to that.

It was just taking him awhile. Most things did.

[Open deck & post]

Current Mood: relaxed

walkswithcoyote

Mercy had spent some time making sure her room was nice and neat so as not to bother her roommate. Back when she'd lived with the pack her room had been a mess of clutter, but when she'd moved to her mom's she'd kept everything spotless, doing her best to be a good girl and not make any trouble anywhere. She figured she'd better do the same here.

Still, everything was clean and it was the last day of the weekend, so she'd made her way to the common room and made some hot chocolate and a ton of popcorn before settling in to channel surf until she found a good movie or show to settle on.

[Open common room is open!]

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