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whateverknight.livejournal.com

Squall didn't know what to do about the people getting sick. He didn't know what to do about the creeping grayness of the land, or how to fix things.

There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well.

Beside him lay a pile of dead creatures, slowly leaching foul fluid into the grass. Some of it was blood. Some of it was green and globby, or thick and black and inky, or a purple that almost seemed to glow. Where it had spattered on Squall, it sizzled and slowly burned away at his leathers.

None of the twisted animals were going to get NEAR the front door of the dorms -- not if he could help it.

(Open like an open thing!)

[ETA: LJ is being a sucky thing right now and not sending me notifications. If I accidentally drop a thread, smack me via email or IM.]

Current Mood: whatever

heromaniac

Momoko was determined to make up for all the hours she had spent indoors watching that AWESOME new sentai series, and the radio this morning had left her with no illusions that this was 'one of those weekends', which promised much entertainment. So she set up the sun umbrella to keep any rain off of her, and was sitting on the deck with a ton of snacks (and even some she was willing to share), a camera with a fresh memory card, a spare memory card, and a folder full of legal citations and arguments she'd pulled from the web.

Look, she was still worried about that judge getting away with stuff, okay? Maybe it wouldn't all be usable, but it was at least some ideas, right? She was trying to be a responsible legal... person. Sure she didn't have to be at work until Monday, but Justice didn't take days off!

...

Okay, so she also had a bag full of used manga beside her, too.

So when there wasn't someone visiting or being crazy within zoom range, Momoko was alternating between legal papers and a volume of Wan Pīsu... and hoping the pirates in this series got more interesting. And cute. Bleah.

(Open deck is open!)

heromaniac

Okay, Momoko remembered this from when she was a little girl! Making Valentine choco with her mom had been fun, so... she'd decided to do the same. Tomorrow was the real Valentines Day, after all!

So here she was with arms full of chocolate and moldings and lollipop sticks and, well, pretty much anything she could think they'd need. She and her two oldest daughters.

"Really, really we can help?" Sophia was elated as she bounced into the room after her mother, carrying even more candy molds that they'd ~~handwavily~~ picked out earlier in town.

"I thought we were grounded from the stove forever?" Elena looked excited as well, but wanted to remind her mom, just in case.

"Elenaaaaa!" Sophia's face fell and reached over to tug at her sister's pigtail. "Quit!"

"Ow! You quit it! You're not supposed to pull my hair! Momma says!"

"Momma says..." Momoko chuckled and set down her supplies before turning back to the both of them. "That you aren't going to be using the stove, I am. And if you're not good, you're totally not getting to help me make the chocolates or eat any." There were two tiny looks of dismay sent back at her at that and Momoko almost melted.

"We'll be good! Please please pleeeeeease let us help!"

"Promise! And I'm sorry for pulling Elena's hair! I didn't mean it, I just forgot!"

Momoko resisted the urge to cover her eyes with her hand: the girls totally had that same sad look Jaime got when he was upset; how did she ever get her own way in that house? "Okay, then!" she grinned at them and clapped her hands. "You two go ahead and open all the packages and spread out the pieces. I'll melt the chocolate and explain."

[open for interaction! They are making molded chocolates, along the lines of this. Simple stuffs and there's tons (it's Momoko, duh) so anyone can help make and eat!!]

Current Mood: creative

heromaniac

So everyone kept assuring her that this was still temporary, and Momoko believed them. Really she did. But just in case, she'd climbed up to the roof, Power Compact clenched tightly in her larger-than-usual boy hand.

She'd spent a few moments, just breathing and trying not to panic at the thought that maybe she couldn't transform anymore. And then finally she swept her ring (it barely fit her pinky finger now!!) across the Compact. She could FEEL the transformation happening, and she nearly yelled with joy.

Ah ah! She was wearing a skirt again! It felt so... weird. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a mirror.

"So I'm still a boy? Even transformed and in a skirt?" She stared at the mirror for a few minutes, tugging at her still short hair and wondering why she seemed so familiar... "AAAAAH! I LOOK LIKE BRICK!!!"

She nearly dropped the mirror in her shock. "Oh no. What if I have his powers? What if I can't FLY?!" She walked to the edge and looked out into the sky, feeling the wind. If she lost that...

[open! Blossom/Momoko looks like her Rowdyruff boy clone, Brick. In the Blossom costume.]

Current Mood: scared

heromaniac

It was cool out, but Blossom didn't really mind. At least not when she was flying. When she landed on the roof to check on her downloads, she noticed the cooler temperature, but she was trying not to do that too often anyway, since she really didn't want the study guides for the National Exam back home.

But her parents had been excited when she'd called and had promised to send them right away, so here they were making their way into her laptop while she was out ~~nervous-~~ joy-flying.

Well, as much joy-flying as she could when she had to keep coming back to check on the laptop.

[open post, open roof, open skies. Feel free to find Blossom either up in the air or sitting on the roof poking at her laptop!]

Current Mood: restless

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had popcorn, chips and salsa, and candy corn (hey, it was that time of year!) spread out and was flopped back on the couch sorting through a small stack of DVDs. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to... Aha!

Giant robots with over-the-top (if somewhat awkward) CGI effects were just what the doctor ordered. Not that the movie was really good, but Jaime wasn't looking for good.

And at least it wasn't the sequel.

[Open as such things are.]

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby was still uncomfortable enough in The Room He Shared With A Girl that he didn't want to just hang out in there to study. Because he was totally enough of a geek to be studying during the first week of classes.

But he was also enough of a guy to be studying while watching cartoons and geeking out over the fact that his mom couldn't come in and make him turn them off because they were violent and not necessarily all that progressive especially in their treatment of women. Bobby just wanted to watch things blow up and the bad guys lose which they did with amazing regularity.

He had Hot Pockets (not the nasty organic kind), cartoons and biology homework. Life was pretty darn good.

heromaniac

After finally figuring out what was going on, Momoko had rushed back to the dorms to check on her room on Saturday. She was very happy to discover that this year her remote-controlled colouring bug had not come to life and coloured all over her walls again.

While in her room, she'd grabbed the swimsuit she'd somehow forgotten to pack and today tried to sneak from her cabin down to the beach for a nice relaxing day in the sun and surf.

Which didn't happen, because a certain blonde sempai had been lying in wait and Momoko was stuck in the camp gym doing katas instead of swimming. At least Dinah had let her put clothes on over the swimsuit; that would have been just too embarrassing.

"Are you suuuuuure we can't just skip and go to the beach today? It's too hot to exercise! Ooh! Or we can exercise on the beach! That's perfect!"

[for one, but the cabin gym area is open for any]

Current Mood: crushed

showmetheproof.livejournal.com

Scully had been looking for a way to move trebuchet parts (or the whole trebuchet, once they started re-building it) up onto the roof if they needed to. And found a freight elevator that she hadn't realized was there in the dorms.

And now she was stuck in it. Yelling.

"HEY! ANYONE! CALL SECURITY! CALL THE JANITOR! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

[welcome to Meet Cute. Feel free to try to get her out. And/or get stuck in there with her.]

heromaniac

Momoko was up on the roof, but not because she was upset. She was actually very happy and excited; she couldn't remember what the holiday was, but she loved any celebration with fireworks and the roof had the best view she could get without actually being in the sky.

So as soon as she'd heard the first familiar 'boom-crack-speeeeeew-shooosh', she'd grabbed her music player and made a quick dash to the common room for snacks. And now there was a very hyper red-head ~~bouncing~~ sitting on the edge of the roof, enjoying a night sky full of pretty lights and explosions to some soft pop music.

There was plenty of sky, roof, and food if anyone wanted to join her.

[roof and post both open, of course]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela wasn't stressed out. The Conditioning made that something that took a lot of work, but she was feeling... antsy. Like she needed to do something but there was nothing to do. The Agency hadn't called her for an active mission in months, and they hadn't even sent new (ridiculous) wardrobe instructions in a while. All in all, it was aggravating.

So Triela was at the range. The simple process of shooting always helped focus her, and that was definitely a good thing. It served as a useful distraction. And it'd keep her sharp. Because she'd get a mission eventually.

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had mostly nursed his headache from Monday into something reasonable, so now he was ready to do something. Anything, really. As long as it didn't involve lying around in his room.

Fortunately, there was a common room. And Jaime knew how to bake. At the moment he was whipping up three different cookie recipes at once. Not that he was planning to eat three entire batches of cookies on his own, of course. But this was Fandom, and he was in a common room.

He figured he'd have help.

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

bitten_notshy

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

longislandiceme

Bobby was looking rather insufferably pleased with himself as he made his way into the common room. Part of said insufferableness was almost certainly due to the large stack of pizzas and bag of half-price Easter candy he was carrying in with him. As for the other part? Well. He'd been busy that afternoon, let's just say that much.

[small: open CR is open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil balloons and noisemakers scattered around the room.

Plus, of course, there was the ball pit.

Being inside eating cake and goodies was a lot better than being out in a fog with imaginary and real monsters in it.

[open, ~~wait for the OCD~~ teeny OCD is up!]

heromaniac

As soon as it was dark, Blossom was on the roof.

Yes, she knew now that it wasn't her Fandom, and there weren't any vampires out there to save people from, but habits were hard to break. Plus she wanted to be... just... somewhere she was supposed to be. So, here she was, on roof patrol, staring out at a Fandom she never knew.

She didn't really feel a need to help the town or the island. It was always the people she'd worried about. And they were all back somewhere she could get to, even if they maybe did somehow need her for something. A part of her hoped that the Momoko from here was at that other Fandom, but she felt bad wishing that on someone else.

She stared out at the twinkling lights of the buildings that she knew only as places to find supplies, bodies, or vampires, but that here were apparently full of happy, unafraid people even though the sun had already set.

She didn't miss her Fandom one bit, but she did wish she'd been asked where she wanted to go if the island was going to kick her off.

[Open :) ]

findingelena.livejournal.com

"Welcome," Elena said, nodding to everyone. She had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do, but "winging it" seemed to be a good option.

"This is Girls with Guns, except we open it to guys, too. But the guns are important. Triela usually runs it, but she's busy with assignments this semester, so I'm going to be helping out. And we have Captain Algren to be the advisor, so wave hi to him for letting us play with guns."

Thanks, Captain Algren!

"Okay, so, let's start this week by introducing ourselves and talking about our experience with guns? And then everyone should review the safety rules and then we can shoot things. That's why we're here, right?"

They were girls, they had guns, good enough!

(~~wait for OCD plz!~~ ocd up!)

Current Mood: working

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After Reserves and Gun Club, Dinah headed to the gym, to get ready for training with Momoko. Regular training would be booooring, so she pulled out the protective gear that she and Tahiri used so often.

[expecting one, but open, as gyms are]

heromaniac

So, Valentine's Day was coming up and Momoko was determined to make chocolates for her friends this year. Back home, she always asked her mom or Miyako to ~~make them for her~~ help her, but, well, how hard could it be to do on her own?

She'd decided to do a practice run, and had even bought twice as much of everything just in case.

Wearing a totally cute pink apron that said, "all a woman needs is a little love and a lot of chocolate," she lugged her bag of supplies into the common room kitchen, gave the stove a stern lecture on the importance of the holiday and why it shouldn't burn the chocolate, then set about chopping and melting.

She was going very slowly and following her recipe very carefully, no matter what the very untidy state of the kitchen implied, and soon she had a test batch of chocolate that could be poured into her little heart-shaped molds. She let them cool (sort of) and then tasted one.

It tasted like chocolate. Not at all burned or peppery or salty or anything. It was just good and, well, chocolate-y. "I... I did it." She stared at the piece in her hand a moment, then, "Oh my gosh. I DID IT! YAY!!"

She'd be making more as soon as she finished her victory dance around the kitchen.

[open! Yay! Chocolate!]

Current Mood: enthralled

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. ]]

intraspective

She'd managed to forget that there was a party going on until late enough that she'd have felt sort of weird showing up—not to mention 'bout the fact that Ino was a bit weirded out by the idea of showing up at some strange grown-up's place for a party—and so, with her Santa hat perched jauntily on her head, she'd wandered into her common room to make hot chocolate.

It was totally seasonal. And so was the candy cane she was nibbling on. The candy was obviously the best part of this holiday, especially for someone who only had the vaguely concept of what the holiday entailed beyond 'shiny presents'.

But presents? Were pretty awesome too. She leaned against the counter and sipped her hot chocolate idly.

[Because I had to use this icon today, yes! Toootally open common room!]

weldedtomyspine

For once Jaime wasn't spending his time in the common room cooking. Nope. Tonight he was sprawled out on the couch with a ziplock bag full of ice resting on his cheek. He'd spent most of Monday watching the bruise blossom from slight discoloration into a genuine shiner. So now he was just lying around watching improv comedy shows and trying to look pitiful.

It wasn't like he was above trying to get free food or care out of an injury that wasn't really that big a deal. After all, the Scarab would have completely healed the thing by now if he hadn't pointed out that that would have drawn a lot of attention. And that it didn't really hurt anyway.

So there Jaime lay: it was a nice night for sketch comedy and sympathy.

furnaceface

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had a huge bowl of fresh popcorn dripping with butter and drenched in s salt. He was sitting near the edge of the roof, just looking out. "Man," he shook his head, looking over at his companion, "this may be the weirdest thing that's happened since I got here. And that's saying something."

He snorted. "Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"And do you think we have enough popcorn for any other unaffected people who might show up?"

heromaniac

Since the island was apparently heading into massive Christmas mood and totally insistent that she wear the elf costume no matter how many times she'd changed during the day, Momoko decided to do some practice Christmas baking in the common room. Finding a recipe online for Christmas cookies wasn't hard to do, and the ingredients were all there, yay! But unfortunately it was still Momoko doing the baking.

"Ah! I burned another batch!" That was it. She stormed down the hall (as much as one can in such a cute outfit) with a still-smoking cookie tray in hand and knocked on a door. "Jaime? Are you hoooooome?"

She couldn't help laughing when he opened his door, so her request to help with the cookies took a bit longer to get out.

She was still giggling as she followed him back into the common room. "But you do look good in blue! Really!" And his elf costume was way more normal-looking than hers! "And it could be worse, you know!" She moved past him to dump the burnt cookies into the trash and set the cookie tray aside.

[Common room is open. Come mock the elves and their baking?]

heromaniac

Bored, bored, bored!

Momoko was sick and tired of being sick and tired. She was in no mood to sit in her room a minute longer than necessary, either, so after dropping off her books, she headed straight for the common room.

A big bowl of sharable fresh popped kettle popcorn later, she was relaxed on a couch, flipping through a magazine while the TV was on scan, looking for something that could draw her attention way from tomorrow's horoscopes, today's hairstyles, and yesterday's shoes.

[OPEN! come visit! have some popcorn. complain when the scan hits the snowy channels.]

weldedtomyspine

After a week of vacation, Jaime felt like he needed to do something. And since he also wanted to be at least a little bit social, that meant the common room. And that meant cooking.

So there he was, slaving over a hot stove. Well, standing nearby and watching a big pot of chili cook. That was sort of like slaving. Except for the part where he kept stealing bites and frowning. "This is so not spicy enough," he complained to no one in particular.

He started rummaging around in the cupboards looking for something to remedy that. But so far all he'd found were corn chips. Which... well, those were good too.

heromaniac

The outside of Momoko's door and the surrounding walls were now decorated in sparkly signs and ribbons, declaring her the Sovereign Queen of the Third Floor. There was also a sign on the wall near the Common Room, announcing that Queen Momoko is holding court inside the best common room in the whole dorm.

As if anyone needed a sign to tell them that, since the TV was now blaring episode two of the RacerRangers from a totally-for-research DVD.

She had cookies and popcorn, too! It was good to be queen.

[open common room is open Late!]

heromaniac

Momoko was not liking Moshi's weird obsession with whatever it was he'd found under the bed last night. She'd moved most of the furniture around this morning, trying to find what it was, but there was nothing visible. She decided he just needed to get out of the room a bit.

So she grabbed the kitty, that old vegetarian chili recipe from that one class, and headed to the common room, hoping that most of the ingredients were there and that it was as easy to make as she seemed to remember.

It apparently wasn't, but luckily there was plenty of tofu and this time she watched the pan more than Moshi's stalking of every corner in the room. When the chili finally was done, there was enough to share, should anyone else be in the building.

If not, well, she'd found Tupperware in the cabinets.

She plopped onto the couch beside a napping Moshi, set the TV on scan to look for anything good while she tasted her own bowl. It was actually pretty good!

[the BEST common room is open.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After one of those weeks that he'd sooner forget, Alex was feeling a little more settled when he brought himself to the roof for a smoke and some fresh air. The cooler temperatures were welcome for a guy who spent most of his life in a place where the winters were cold as hell, these were almost mild. Still, they were preferred over sweltering days.

Despite the shitty week, he wasn't giving anything away in his posture of his expression. He was fine, he was good and, really, he was a little more settled than he had been. Of course, there were still things weighing on his mind that he wasn't in a rush to do anything about but he was still feeling better than he had.

Rapidfire moodiness did have its benefits. One moment pissed off, the next moment fine. For now, he was just going to smoke and try to ignore everything that was pinging around in his mind. That was his plan.

[see this roof? it's open.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

17andinfected.livejournal.com

Shilo had decided to celebrate a successful first day at work with a fire. So she'd found some kindling, an old newspaper, and matches, and was building a fire the same way that her father had taught her how to in the fireplace.

She didn't know if it worked the same way for a campfire, but she could only hope. Besides, it wasn't as if she was planning on this being someone's funeral pyre. Just a small campfire, and hopefully some company.

She suddenly wondered if she should have stopped for s'mores supplies.

[ooc: Oooooopen.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

bitchprince

They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd ~~coming~~ up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the ~~meta for~~James Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

"Listen up, people!" Triela called loudly as soon as she felt enough people had arrived. "I've got a quick announcement and then you can get on with your shooting."

She looked around, smiling slightly to herself. "Considering how well the laser tag field trip went, Captain Algren and I have decided to put together another one. Next Monday we'll be going back to the mall, but this time with paint ball guns. Just like last time, everyone is welcome, so feel free to invite anyone you know to join us. And just like last time the club will provide you with the equipment you need."

"And now you can get back to what you were doing."

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After a very exciting Saturday, Dinah had collapsed early and slept well, and now she was up and ready to do things again! First, breakfast and cartoons, though.

It's mostly what she could find in the lower shelves, so granola bars and marshmallows are the same as cereal and very yummy when eaten while watching ~~meta for~~ Dora the Explorer.

[open!]

peace_n_war

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes.

With mouse ears on them!

And on the counter. And on the fridge door. And on the floor...

"It's supposed to go in the pan, you know."

[Common room open! Breakfast on the way!]

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

It had taken Jen a really, really, really long time to haul her wagonload of pizzas back to the dorms, and then there was the problem of carrying the pizzas up the stairs 'cause the wagon wouldn't go up the stairs. Well, it would but then the pizzas would fall!

But there was a safety clause in her plans for the day that amounted to "I'm small and I have short arms and it takes me a while to do things," so by the time Jen and a half dozen or so assorted, if not really all that hot any more, pizzas were comfortably settled in the fifth floor common room there was still an hour to spare before Racerranger started, yay!

Jen immediately set out all the pizzas in a neat line on the floor, then pulled all the cushions off the sofa and built herself a little fort. She was not losing the remote control for the TV to anyone, not today! She'd been waiting forever for Racerranger to start, and it had been a WHOLE WEEK since the first episode ran and she WANTED TO KNOW what was going to happen next.

So there was pizza, and Jen in a cushion-fort with the remote control, camped out in front of the TV. (A safe distance back, of course. But just exactly the minimum safe distance.)

[OOC: Might be slow while I get breakfast, but open! . . . I won't actually get to watch RPM until later due to errands.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

No one had ever told Katchoo, explicitly, that the roof was the place to go for moping and emo and brooding and all of that; for one, she hadn't bothered to ask, and for two, the conversations she did have rarely lasted long enough to get to a point where the topic had a chance of coming up at all.

And yet, despite that, she found herself up here a lot lately, alternate superhero persona or not. Maybe it was the planter box full of cranky-looking plants; maybe it was the view. It was a nice change of scenery (and air) from painting in her room, that was for damn sure, and she'd lugged her easel and supplies up tonight.

Entirely unsurprisingly, she had a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth as she half-blindly slapped paint onto whatever the hell this was turning out to be, painting more because the now familiar motion and feel of brush against canvas was comforting than anything else.

[OOC: I so meant to do this hours ago, but I conked out from a headache like whoa. Open!]

heromaniac

Momoko was sitting on the roof, clutching her knees and staring off into the distance. Every once in a while she looked down at the pages held captive under her feet. Coloured pencil aside, they included measurements of distance and speed, calculations of force, notes about which girl could strike easier from this or that angle, their reaction times and resistances to certain return attacks, as well as rough notes on weird alternative versions of Him and Mojo.

That girl had been a better Powerpuff Girl... a better leader... a better Blossom? and she was only 5 years old! Momoko was well aware it was her own fault for slacking off and simply having fun since she'd left Tokyo City, and sure the little girl had been annoying with the lectures, but she was going to sit up here on the roof and be sad about it for a while anyway.

[Roof is open, as they are.]

Current Mood: emo

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had spent a fair amount of time trying to figure out how she'd gotten here, and what Dan expected to gain by sending her so far away, with little result. She was tired now and just wanted to not think for a little bit.

She made her way to the common room and decided to see if there was anything on the television. Imagine her surprise when instead of the three black and white stations she was expecting, there was color and more channels than she could ever imagine watching.

She settled herself demurely on the couch and began doing what another generation would refer to as 'channel-surfing'.

[Open like a common room!]

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

The unexpected trip back to Rome last week had, surprisingly, put Triela in quite a good mood for club. Being around Hilshire was stressful, as always, but it'd been good to see the other girls and there was a nice sense of purpose that the conditioning brought with being at the Agency.

And she'd gotten to go on a mission. It had been easy, of course, but it was nice to shoot outside the context of club.

Which was why she had her pistol broken down and was cleaning it carefully as people started to arrive.

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

As Lurlinemas was looming, Liir was in the kitchen in his common room, working on a gift for his father. It was a candy Three had made once, not for Lurlinemas but for a summer holiday he couldn't remember; he hadn't gotten any, but he knew what it looked like and the smell had kept him watching even when he'd been called to play.

The brightly colored candy was just right for pulling and so that was what he was doing, wondering if he'd be able to get it looking as he'd seen that candy look. He didn't know if his father would like it, but hopefully the effort would at least count for something.

And, of course, it was an interesting exercise in cooking.

[open like a common room!]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Once Anemone had realized how beautiful it was outside, the beginnings of a new Evil Plan had started forming almost immediately. All it needed was her current co-conspirator.

It had taken her the entire morning to track down Warren, point out all the wonderful benefits of her new plan, get back to the dorms, and (sneakily) lug their equipment up the stairs. The ammunition was heavier than she expected, especially after carrying it all the way to the roof, but this was totally going to be worth it.

Anemone surveyed their set up gleefully. "Ready to commence bombing procedures?" she asked, skipping over to peer down at the ground. "This is going to be great!"

Those going in and out of the dorms had best beware of falling water balloons filled with last week's mix of glitter and tinsel!

[OOC: Up early for SP/timezone reasons, and takes place after this is done, as attacking a victory-burning is totes sacrilegious. The partner-in-crime is again modded with permission.]

Current Mood: evil!

the_merriest

Rubii Saikikku Princess Spiral had brought the Lightbringer-Giver along with her on her Journey, to assist in her battle against Evil.

Or, really, Rikku -- dressed up in a bizarre schoolgirl outfit and with upside-down sunglasses on her head -- had dragged along a reluctant Petey -- now wearing a cape and a pipe-cleaner tiara -- into the third floor common room, where she was performing dangerous attack moves against the ... random ... snowmen. While singing the chirpy tune from her theme song.

Petey mrowled and tried to eat the tiara again. He might have been dumb, but even he knew Mommy wasn't right in the head.

(SO OPEN.)

Current Mood: crazy

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela was turning an unopened envelope over and over in her hand as she arrived at the range. The postmark was from Rome which could have meant any number of senders. But there was no return address, and that most definitely meant Jean. He was the only one who never bothered with those sorts of little human touches.

The envelope was unopened for a very two very good reasons. First, the conditioning meant she had to seek orders when possible, and resisting the compulsion to see what was in these was good practice. She'd managed almost an hour now, which was a new record for a compulsion this vague. The other reason was that she wasn't sure she really wanted to know what they were.

She hadn't heard anything since Priscilla's visit, after all.

And now it was club time. That shoud provide enough of a distraction to give her another hour before she opened the thing without realizing it. Two hours was pretty good, she supposed.

[I thought that after finals I might pass out and thus miss club, but instead I was so relieved that I forgot it was Wednesday. How weird is that?]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela was not her usual grinning self today as she arrived nearly ten minutes late for gun club. She glanced around, hoping that no one had showed up and left.

She had a killer headache, so she sat down immediately and proceeded to rub lightly at her temples.

[ooc: Zomg! Apologies for the late. Thank goodness for wifi on the bus, huh?]

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