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cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

With the place being a little quieter due to the holiday week, Zayne decided to take his meditation to the common room.

Of course, the remote control happened to be under the couch cushion, so when he sat down the television turned on. After being unable to find the remote anywhere, he gave up and decided to just ignore the television. Unfortunately, the channel was on a Mexican soap opera, and it was just plain compelling. Zayne had no idea what was being said, but that somehow made it even more interesting.

[OOC: CR is open, of course. I am not watching a Mexican soap opera IRL. But according to the internet, I COULD be watching one right now if I wanted to.]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

After her chat with Hurley, and coming to the conclusion there probably wasn't anything much going on for the holidays, what with hardly anyone being around... Angela took it upon herself to buy up large amounts of festive food (and drink) to supply whoever might be left around and found their way to the right common room.

It wasn't all home cooked and perfect, Angela was still an order-in sort of girl, but if it tasted alright was anyone really going to be picky?

Yes, the elf hat was completely voluntary and nothing the island had forced on her. She liked being festive, damn it!

[[wide open like an impromptu holiday party should be! SP is the name of the game, given the day and all!]]

Current Mood: festive

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]

Current Mood: relaxed

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Yep, Mirax was still in the common room. Though she'd gotten tired of her treasure hunt for ornaments and had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of something on the TV that had yet to go to informercial.

At least there was no snoring?

[For me! And as of this post, SOW is a go!]

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Mirax was loving the odd stuff this week. Sure, the egg nog shower was nothing she would ever discuss with anyone, and the elf costume hadn't been entirely flattering even if the bells on the shoes made a pretty noise, but the little Christmas tress had been nicely festive, and as the day went on, finding ornaments everywhere had become sort of like a game.

So while the TV was on for noise, Mirax was finding reasons to get up every now and then and check inside a drawer or something. She was amassing quite the little pile of stuff on the coffee table. And she didn't even know what Christmas was.

[Sooooo open.]

youcantfollow.livejournal.com

Griff had apparently missed the Darkest Night premiere the evening before. This was probably because he spent too much time reading stupid novels in his room.

So tonight he was in the common room, his tiny self flopped on a sofa, and discovering there really was nothing interesting on the television. "I should've brought a book with me," he lamented into his coffee mug.

It would be wrong to teleport back to the room for one, right?

[OMM it's been too long since I've done one of these!]

Current Mood: lacking motivation

provostsdog.livejournal.com

Mayhap she should have asked Jonothon for help. It'd have been faster, of that she was certain. She'd seen one of the instructors of the gym insert the shiny disc in a black box and then there'd been images on the television. So far, she'd managed to turn on the television. And then she was stuck.

"You could help," she accused Pounce.

You need to learn to find your own way, Pounce told her, staying on his spot on the coffee table to observe her.

Sarden cat. "I'd not have taught this is of great importance," she told Pounce and randomly started pushing buttons on the black boxes underneath the television.

It's th-

She'd hit a button and the stereo installation lit up, music suddenly blaring through the common room. Pounce yowled and Beka hit the button again. Silence returned instantly, but Beka thought she'd might be deaf for the rest of the day.

[Open, of course. Pounce's responses not for radio, please. Since no one but Beka can understand him.]

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

For once, Angela wasn't doing her usual 'up bright and early' thing. Weekend laziness was almost necessary, wasn't it? Even if she had felt like it, she was pretty sure Hannibal would've protested when she started getting up and moving around much earlier.

So. Lazy. Making toaster waffles, and... watching cartoons.

What? It was a Sunday. Maybe she'd wake up enough for the more intellectual stuff and real food later, but sugar and kids TV was about her level for now.

[[Common room is open, obviously!]]

Current Mood: calm

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

As much as he hated being that guy who did work in public, Chuck found that his room had ~~too much porn~~ too many distractions to really get anything done. And he really had to get stuff done. That parents thingamawhatsit was in a few weeks and Chuck had to make sure his bars would be something worth showing his father. So he took his laptop with him to the common room and settled down on the couch.

Well he couldn't work without background noise so he started channel surfing. The first thing that came up was that stupid Jonas Brothers show. As if he was watching that. So he went up a channel. The Werewolf Journals. Chuck was fairly sure he needed to be high to enjoy that.

Another channel. The Valley. Uh, no, not watching that.

Another one. Dusk. Not that either, thank you.

And another one. Rumor Gal. Oh hell no.

At that point Chuck threw the remote against the couch and groaned. "Great, I get the TV that has been possessed by a thirteen year old girl."

[I don't even know. CR post is open, of course]

Current Mood: confused

longislandiceme

Sooo... Bobby had gone down to Pizza Planet, with the intent of getting himself a six-topping pizza.

Unfortunately they'd misheard his order and he ended up with six one topping pizzas. So... now he had way too much pizza than was humanly possible for one teenage boy to consume. Which is why it was stacked on a table in the common room, so that anyone could have some.

Please. Have some.

Bobby really doesn't want to be stuck eating leftover pizza for the next two weeks.

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Bored and hungry, Mirax had wandered out to the common room, where a short search of the kitchen led to finding a recipe, which in turn led to a trip into town to get supplies because once you saw something like that, you had to make it. You just had to.

It was almost done by now, so Mirax kept going to the fridge to check on it, like that would make it be done faster. There was TV on in the background for noise, but she had her priorities here and the TV wasn't it.

[So open! And now I want to make this.]

Current Mood: hungry

longislandiceme

Thanks to his kind of unexpected change of address a month ago, the DVDs that Bobby had pre-ordered had taken a few extra days to actually make their way to him. But they were here now, and that was the important part.

He rummaged through the common room kitchen until he came up with some chips and soda, and then popped his brand-shiny-new Go-Between Guy DVDs in to the DVD player.

Marathon time!

[ooc: open like a common room!]

vanillajello

Kate had spent the past few days mostly on her own. She had hung out in her alcove, listening to music, reading magazines and books and comics, and just generally enjoying some quiet time by herself.

But now she felt like it was time to socialize again, which was why she was at the main campfire. She hadn't brought any snacks with her, hoping someone else might bring something.

She was just sitting there, looking at the fire.

[Open like an open campfire is! ETA: I'm crashing for the night, will pick up pings tomorrow.]

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Entries tagged with mirax terrik

Third Floor Common Room, Monday night

4th Floor Common Room [Christmas Day, Afternoon]

Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | sunday | december 6

Fourth floor common room- Friday after radio

Fourth floor common room- Friday evening

Second Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

4th floor common room - Late morning

Roof | Thursday Evening | 10.01

4th Floor Common Room [Sunday, Around Midday]

Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Afternoon

3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Fourth floor common room- Sunday night

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

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