Entries tagged with mercy thompson

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5th Floor Common Room: Friday Night

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room: Sunday night

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.]

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5th Floor Common Room: Sunday night

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room: Tuesday night

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.]

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The Roof: Monday night [4-22-13]

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room: Thursday evening

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!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

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.

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Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room: Friday night [1-18-13]

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.

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5th Floor Common Room: Monday Morning [11-19-12]

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room: Sunday afternoon

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!]

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Third floor common room [morning]

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...

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5th Floor Common Room: Sunday Night [11-11-12]

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.

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Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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! ]]

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Pajama Club! - First floor lobby [Tuesday after classes]

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."

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Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]

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.]

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Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

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. ]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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.]

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5th Floor Commom Room: Saturday evening [7-7-12]

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!]

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Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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.