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its-theclimb.livejournal.com

You know what was sort of a lame thing to do on a Friday? Mope on the couch with (approximately) a dozen pillows and a mug of lukewarm hot chocolate while watching Uber-Man.

Yeah, it wouldn't have been Miley's first choice, but in this case it was pretty fitting. Because, you know, he too was struggling with secret identity issues, and... look, it made sense to Miley, okay?

"How does he do it?" she grumbled, glaring at the screen. Which caused her to not immediately notice when she accidentally tipped her mug forward and spilled some hot chocolate in her lap.

"Dangflabbit."

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!]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Miley had just come into the common room because she wanted some waffles, was the thing.

What she hadn't wanted -- what no human being alive had ever wanted -- was to stumble across what appeared to be a creepy doll tea party. Except instead of drinking tea, the dolls were eating soup.

Vivid red, blood-colored soup.

Miley screamed.

[[YOU KNOW SOUP IS SCARY. YOU KNOW IT. JUST ASK

annieadderall. OPEN!]]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

So most Saturdays, Miley had to be home recording songs or doing shows or otherwise working somehow. But this Saturday? She was totally free. And taking advantage of it, dammit.

Which was why today she could be found lounging on the couch, watching Catty Gals and eating popcorn in her pajamas. Whatever, she deserved a break. Don't you judge her.

old-and-busted.livejournal.com

K had woken up this morning with a Santa hat on his head. And no matter how many times he had taken it off the Santa hat always found a way to appear right back on top of his head.

Needless to say, K was not amused.

However this being the holiday shipping season, K had no choice but to go out and make deliveries of the t-shirt variety and more which is why he was in the first floor lobby with a large sack of goods for certain students and others.

[K is here mostly for Pinkie Pie's students but if you wish a random delivery to occur we can make that happen as well.]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Know what was almost as cool as the world not ending? Being completely done with everything you needed to do. World? Saved. Joni? Fed. Standford application? Completed and fired off. Lilly, Jackson and Daddy? Texted, and they were fine, thanks for asking. So now Miley was going to move on to things that she didn't need to do but really wanted to do, and the first of those was baking. Specifically, Pig Pickin' Cake.

So she turned on the TV for background noise -- ooh, that awesome Tim Burton movie was on -- and got to work mixing batter, humming a little to herself as she worked. YAY.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

There should not be anything strange about showering. That's like a rule. Unless you discover a lump that's not supposed to be there or find someone peeping in through your window, it's kind of a simple thing that shouldn't really require wtfing.

Yet halfway through Annie's shower, thankfully after she'd rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she thought she'd heard a noise outside, so she poked her head out from the curtain...And found a can of split pea and ham soup sitting in the middle of the floor where it hadn't been before. Just sitting there. As cans of soup do.

Annie stared at it.

It would have stared back if it had eyes.

Annie closed the curtain again. A moment later, the water turned off, and she pulled the towel around her before even opening the curtain again, half hoping the can would be gone.

It wasn't.

Still in complete silence, Annie tried to sneak past the completely motionless can of soup... and then nudged it with her foot, just to make sure it was really there. It was. It even moved.

Right then. Annie was just going to get dressed super quickly and flee before the soup, you know. Did anything.

[This is all

dollpocalypse's fault. Annie's fled, but if you want to wtf at the soup sitting in the middle of the showers, go for it.]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave was going to have a sandwich for dinner while he watched some television. There was a station with nothing but really old TV shows, which was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to see when he was spending a quiet night in.

Unfortunately for him, Dave accidentally turned on the hockey game. He had a moment of panic and turned it off as quickly as he could, somehow ending up on a Spanish language channel. He had no idea what was happening on it, but the characters were definitely involved in some kind of intrigue. There was a moment of relief when he realized that there was no way anyone would ever suspect him of being a Mexican spy, so he put the remote down on the couch to take a bite of his sandwich. Taking a moment to calm down about his irrational spy-phobia, Dave decided that he could change the channel so he reached for the remote... which had disappeared.

Dave looked on the floor, under the coffee table, in between the cushions, and even in his pockets. The remote was nowhere to be found. He resigned himself to having to watch whatever was on the Spanish channel and sat down to go back to his sandwich... which had also disappeared. He looked around to see that there was nobody around at the moment.

"Well, fine. I'll just watch whatever this is without food," Dave said defiantly.

[OOC: I have no idea.]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

The thing about doing the Hoedown Throwdown in front of an audience was that it tended to exhaust a person. So while Miley and Lilly had planned to spend the evening going out and being social, there was a slight change of plans when they got up to the third floor.

And that was when the loco hot cocoa recipe came in handy. They made two mugs of that, popped a bag of popcorn with movie theater butter, changed into pajamas, and conquered the couch in the common room. A movie was on (one of Miley's favorites), but they were talking through most of it. And if Lilly was a tad bit unenthusiastic at first, she seemed to warm up once they got to the trading-stories part of the evening.

"No way," Miley said emphatically, shaking her head. "No way. Oliver did not do that."

[[Open common room full of chipper teenage girls!]]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Rapunzel was feeling pretty good this morning, and as part of that she was trying to get back into a regular routine. She'd gotten up early, tidied up her room, and almost immediately headed to the common room where she'd made a huge batch of muffins.

And now that said muffins were in the oven (and smelled positively delicious as they were baking!) Rapunzel had a moment to sit down and brush her hair. A few moments.

A lot of moments.

This could take a while.

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was excitement in the air. Okay, maybe that was just the mixture of Caroline's perfume and fresh baked cookies or just the scent of fresh permanent marker emanating from the sign adorning her table in the lobby.

Her purpose was the same as the words on the poster that had been glitter-fied at the KDG meeting:

SHOW OFF!
Sign up to perform in the Student Council Parent Weekend Recital!
When: SATURDAY EVENING
Where: The COMMUNITY CENTER

With a great big smile, Caroline was ready to do her Student Council duty and chat up anyone who looked in need of some persuasion to participate. Um, not that she was going to be using her special, vampiric talents to fill the sign up list. That would be bad, even if it would mean a seriously amazing show.

Hmm. Maybe she should just stick with the cookie bribe.

[The lobby is open! There is OCD!]

Current Mood: mellow

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!))

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Even after her shower, there was no getting rid of the aftertaste: This weekend had been appalling.

Art class had helped, Miley had to admit. But the fact was that she was reading into what had happened and learning from it~~, in the spirit of traumatizing episodes of Disney Channel shows~~. Learning a LOT. Hannah Montana couldn't control her life. She had to be Miley first and foremost, because that was herself and Miley had to stay true to that. But maybe she couldn't be so high-strung about her secret life, either. What if the reason "Hannah" had broken free and done all those bad things was because she, Miley, was wound too tightly about her double life?

There had to be a balance, she decided, stepping out of the shower and scrutinizing herself in the mirror. And that balance started today. Right now, actually.

She took her phone out of her bathrobe pocket (don't ask why it was in there) and began a text to Jackson. Get Siena on Skype, she wrote, before she could talk herself out of it. Maybe telling her secret to one more person for her brother's benefit would be exactly what she needed to calm down, just a little.

And then she would never wear leather booty-shorts again.

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

So Miley was having an issue with the rather noticable lack of world-class dance studios on the island. She needed to practice her choreography, and more importantly, she needed to let off steam. So that brought her and her giant pink iPod speakers to the roof in dance clothes, where she proceeded to blast one of her songs as loud as the volume would allow and get to practicing.

She had definitely needed a good workout for a while, and before long she was sweating and too hyped up on adrenaline to even think about stopping.

Enjoy the crazy loud music, Fandom.

[[Open roof, which is uncharacteristically devoid of emo!]]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had...kind of had a Day. Yes, with a capital D. And she was feeling helpless on top of exhausted -- she hadn't been sleeping well, on top of that Day-with-a-capital-D.

When she felt helpless, she did what she knew how to do: she cooked. She'd already decided she had to feed Karla, and that was of course going to get done if she had to throw the macaroni and cheese she was making (from scratch, thank you) at her friend. But it seemed wasteful, especially when it seemed like the vast majority of people were as much on edge as she was, and probably weren't eating well.

She dug out some fruit from the fridge, too, trying to keep things somewhat nutritional as she set the second batch of pasta to boil.

[common room is oooopen!]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Miley was maybe missing the cabins already. It just didn't seem fair that they had to move right when they'd finally gotten to a good temperature! But then again, that meant she didn't have to be around a bunch of cranky (but cute!) boys anymore, so it wasn't a total loss.

Still, her cabin nostalgia manifested itself when she marched right up to the common room, groceries in hand, and got started on making some catfish stew. It differed from the recipe in that she left the eyeballs in. They were the best part!

...Thank you for today's class, Alistair. All that cooking had made her want to make... this. Enjoy the smell of fish on the third floor, everyone.

[[Open common room!]]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Yes, it was ridiculous to be outside in this weather. Yet all the same, Miley bundled up in her new winter coat (the product of a collaborative shopping effort between her and Lilly; it had depended upon the use of Skype on their zPhones as Lilly wandered around the only store in Atlanta to have started the winter collection this early). Armed with the coat and various other winter accessories she had not imagined having to use this early, not to mention her trusty Uggs, Miley brought a cup of her father's famous loco hot cocoa out to the campfire and got started roasting marshmallows.

Freezing or not, she was still camping, and Miley could put aside her body temperature in favor of a return to country living.

[[I know this is a long shot, but if LJ cooperates, open!]]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was in mild panic mode. He had everything set-up properly, extra cameras on hand, extra lighting, tons of plates of cinnamon and sugared toast were about just so that Hannah Montana wouldn't be more than two steps away from some if she wanted any.

He was so ready for this, even if he didn't feel it.

"...who is this North Dakota lady, any way?" Gibby asked via the feed from Seattle.

"Gibby!" Carly barked.

"Whaaaaat?" Gibby protested. Hey, the poor kid didn't have cable. He didn't know these things.

"She's very important," Freddie told Gibby. "So be on your... best Gib-havior."

[ooc: ~~OCD coming up!~~ Post is open! Expecting some, any are welcome to wander in to the show!]

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

Ramona had flung herself onto a couch in the common room, in the interest of actually being social. Now, granted, while she had the television tuned to reruns of Rescued by the Alarm -- because who didn't love reliving the early nineties? Such large phones! -- she did have her nose buried in a book as she kept half an ear on the TV.

Look, the last Barry Plodder movie was coming out in a matter of like, a week, and while she wasn't a super-fan or anything, she had to try and remember exactly what happened when those kids weren't just walking around in the woods all the time. That was all they seemed to do for like, half that book. So she was refreshing herself on the events that took place in the latter half of the book, because she didn't want to be caught off-guard again like she had when she saw the last movie and that cute goblin thing had bit it.

[totally open, omg. I am totally watching SBtB right now, too.]

cordy-80.livejournal.com

Cordelia creeped as quietly as she could into the cabin. She'd been out all weekend discovering DC, and staying in a hotel with a room bigger than the closet she was currently assigned to.

She hoped she didn't wake anyone up.

[Open to all the roomies]

Current Mood: worried

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

There was not a Hannah Montana concert tonight. It had been canceled because Hannah Montana had not shown up at the venue. It wasn't really her fault. She had tried to convince the limo driver over the phone that she really was Hannah but somehow he had not believed her. Jerk.

So now Miley was dressed in her sparkliest dress and the Hannah-wig was perched crookedly on top of her head. Sitting in front of the TV in the common room, she was singing along with commercial jingles. "Expedia, dot coooooom!"

[ooc: Open! Miley will gladly tell anyone her secret identity tonight because I'm evil like that. ]

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley had a busy day of eating, swimming, building sandcastles and hunting for lobsters. Now she dragged her pillow and blanket into the common room and sat on a couch. Looking around for a moment, she announced to the room. "I need a bedtime story!"

She curled up and waited for someone to comply.

[open for slumber party/story telling/hanging outness!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It didn't take long to get from Jack's room to the common room if you were running really, really fast, and he and Sam pelted through the door at exactly the same time.

Jack dropped her hand and danced a little dance of triumph. "Told you you weren't faster than me!"

( Cut for length and a wee bit of a mess! )

[ooc: preplayed with the still fabulous

carter_i_am 'cause of possible availability issues. Post is totally open! Common room is totally open! And messy! And there's still some 'waffle batter' in the bowl and the waffle maker is on, so there can totally be more waffles!]

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley was perched on the couch watching TV and trying not to look guilty. She didn't want to hurt Liz, but she was hoping that the students just wouldn't care. After all, the whole thing with Alex had blown over without too much fuss.

Looking around, Miley made a mental checklist. Snack food to encourage people to stop and chat. Discovery Channel special on worst fire disasters playing on TV. Notebook with ideas of how to get back at Steerpike for his blackmail.

Yup, she was ready to do this thing.

[ooc: open! Spreading rumors about Liz done with permission]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty had just came back from over the main land where he had picked up a ton of Thai food and beverages which he had set up buffet style in the kitchen.

As a complete contrast he had "The Contraltos" on the TV as he dug into a plate of spicy Phad Thai with some chicken satay on the side.

"Hopefully Joey Pant's character gets whacked soon," Marty muttered to himself as he bit into some shrimp.

[oh yeah. It's open]

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley headed upstairs during a break in the showers, taking her guitar with her. As much as she loved guitar and music class, she missed just singing and playing for fun. Hopefully there wouldn't be anyone on the roof and she could actually play without hiding her voice.

Taking a seat, she pulled out her guitar and strummed quietly before starting in on a new song Hannah song she was practicing.

"If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
And I'd be the best friend
That you'd fall in love with"

[ooc: Open!]

dark_slippy_thing

'Valenteen' had spent a good twenty minutes rearranging the furniture in the second floor common room to better set the scene for the big shoot of the grand finale of his up and coming blockbuster hit, "Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture."
This basically meant that the television was turned off and there was a little pillow fort created from the cushions of the couch for the terrible 'Flynn Flonn' to demolish in a flaming rage.
As the head of pyrotechnics had run off to Cuba, and Sokka, his costume mistress, seemed more interested in stupid masks for the extras than actual costuming for the leads, a costume was fashioned for his monster out of a garbage bag with holes cut in it and some coloured paper cut out to look like flames, stuck onto it with duct tape. It was low-budget, but it was brilliant nevertheless.
To top it off, another costume had been quickly fashioned out of a chopped up ice cream bucket, some cardboard, and a few rubber gloves, and it was awaiting a star that was brilliant enough to play the title role of the chicken.
Now, all he needed was for his cast to arrive. And, hopefully, someone who could operate a camera.

(OOC: ~~Going to set up some minor OCD.~~ OCD IS UP! Open for gawking, extras, anyone with a camera, and, of course, your normal common room needs.)

Current Mood: artistic

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley was making her way back to her room to get some clothes on. She didn't know how they had disappeared in the lunchroom but they had and now she was trying to get back without anyone seeing her.

"Sweet niblets!" Miley hid behind a fern and judged the distance to the next one. "Why aren't there more potted plants in this school?"

[ooc: Open for interaction. Miley's not really naked, she just thinks she's is!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had fashioned for himself a paper megaphone and was walking up and down the dorm hallways, shouting 'artistic' directions to everyone he came across.
He hadn't seen a single clapper loader, gaffer, or grip all day, and it was starting to perturb him. To top it off, his cameraman seemed AWOL, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say that he had finally decided to go with his suggestion to use hidden cameras for maximum feel while scenes were being played out.
This meant, however, that the boom operator would have to be extra careful to keep the boom out of the shot.
"AND WHERE IS MY LOW-FAT NO-WHIP SOY LATTE, PEOPLE?"
He was a director. This obligated him to shout.

(OOC: Open all day for anyone who wants to have random stage directions thrown at them in the hall or who wants to be hired into Famous Director Mr. Valenteen's movie crew. I have the day off, so I'm looking forward to much crack!)

Current Mood: artistic

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom.

*Santa never ran. It was undignified.

[ooc: Tannim thinks he's Santa. He's not wearing a costume, just walking around with a bag of "toys" and trying to get into all the rooms. If you want him to get into your room, please tag into the post with your room number and whether it's occupied when Santa arrives. You're also welcome to run into him in the hallways.

[ETA: It's afternoon when he's running around the dorms, but his delusional mind thinks it's later at night.]

Current Mood: jolly

fates_jaye

Sure, Jaye could watch TV in her own room on the tiny little thing she kidnapped from her sister's old room over Christmas. But it's America's Next Top Model day, and only a big TV will do for this sort of event. So as soon as she can, she heads downstairs to commandeer the good television, even making popcorn and everything to set out on the table.

Then she sits all front and center and waits for it to start. And hopes Steve shows before then, because missing this is a crime. It's not just fierce, it's ferocious.

[ANTM DAY!! Open! Attempt to change the channel and you have given over the right to beat your character to death with a remote.]

Current Mood: excited

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley was bored. Bored enough that she actually opened one of her school books to study.

That was enough to convince her that she was in serious need of some TV time. So she flopped onto the couch in the common room and started flipping channels.

"Oooh! Hollywood scandals!"

[Open like a common room]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course).

Kawalsky was in the common room with a couple of pizzas, knowing that it was always wise to bring extra if you were going to eat in a public space.

[OOC: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy bounced into the gym, looking extremely cheerful and ready to start the practices for the new year. "Hello everyone! I have great news!" She waved an envelope at them. "We're going to our first competition on the 24th of February! Isn't that fantastic? Of course, this means we must train very hard and diligently until then."

Judging from Buffy's expression, this was a good thing.

"Also, on Sunday we have a new try-out session - which I hope you know - so I hope as many of us as possible can be there, and remember to ~~bully badger threaten coerce convince~~ tell all your friends!"

Buffy smiled brightly again and turned on the CD player. Oh Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind, Hey Mickey!

She raised her voice. "Today we're going to try something really exciting! Pyramids! Small, light people at the top, strong types at the bottom. It really important that everyone's paying attention and, um, try not to fall down." She chewed her lip a little worriedly, before smiling again and clapping her hands. "Let's get to it!"

ooc:
Posting Schedule
~~Wait for~~ OCD of doom is up and there is also an audience thread!
YouTube: Hey Mickey in case you've forgotten how it goes!

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley dumped her last suitcase on the floor and flopped onto a couch. Even with only bringing the essentials, she was carrying way more luggage than the average 14 year old should have. She stared at the pile of suitcases, garment bags and makeup cases next to her and decided that vegging out in front of the TV seemed like a plan.

A very lazy plan, but a plan.

[Open!]

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