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Nadia was making an attempt not to be emo.

No, seriously, she really was. That's why she wasn't on the roof. Well, that, and because it looked like it was going to rain, and being on the roof in the rain would be, like, doubleplusmegasuperemo, more emo than even she could stomach right now.

So she was lying on the floor listening to Hannah Montana, doodling in her notebook, and pondering the mysteries of what it must be like to be a teenaged pop star and try to have a normal life.

That actually helped. Because whatever she was doing, at least it wasn't trying to do a world tour while attending high school. . . .

[ooc: open!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had spent part of her day trying to save Jamie from . . . himself. She'd spent the other part of it saying goodbye to Walter. She'd managed to hold it together pretty well while she dug out her bottle of rum from beneath her bed, mostly by carefully not looking at anything in the room but her bed. Now, she was easing her way to a good, hard drunk, and the strong facade was falling apart.

Pip, Pippi, Walter, probably Jamie, all gone off. Veronica was on the other side of the continent, and Marty and so many of the others were graduating soon. Sure, she was going off with the Doctor, but. . . .

She'd finally found a home, here in Fandom. And now most of the people who made it home were gone, and she didn't know what that meant for her.

She just knew it hurt.

So she sat on the edge of the roof next to Bel's garden, drinking rum straight from the bottle as tears silently slipped down her face.

[ooc: it's the roof, so naturally it's open. But fair warning, the emo is strong with this one.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

There are important things for slayers to do. Mel knows this. And the most important thing is to patrol at night for monsters.

So Mel has gone to the weapons locker where she has retrieved her foam rubber scythe (with a squeaker in the blade) and her nerf stakes and is now currently patrolling the lobby for the monsters that live under furniture and in closets.

"Feel my wrath evil dust bunny!"

*SQUEAK* *SQUEAK* *SQUEAK*

[Open like a lobby should be]

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!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia must have made an interesting sight walking across the grounds, that day. For one thing, she'd been unable to get all the dirt off of her in that spring, so she was still rather grimy looking. For another, she looked really, really pissed off.

And, of course, there was the fact that she had an artificial leg over her shoulder. That must have been weird looking, too.

[ooc: for those who know who they are. Absolutely fine for broadcast. Woo! Will be happening concurrently with the Tex post that will be going up when Tex-mun is available (I hope. . . .) and open for SP due to time zones.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was attempting to make brownies.

Complete with 'lots of sugar'.

Come watch. And possibly partake in tasty batter.

[ooc: open!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was... distracting himself from three goodbyes already said this week.

Thus? Mashed potato sculpting. It was therapeutic. First you have to mash them, which is all kinds of cathartic squishiness. Then you have to create something more interesting than Devil's Tower.

Currently Walter had an absolutely horrid representation of Parliament. The building, not the funkaliciousness.

Current Mood: melancholy

the_merriest

Rikku had tiptoed downtown and grabbed some donuts at J,GoB. If the other cheerleaders felt anything like she did, they were going to need some sugar in order to get their pep going today. Crying didn't help with basket tosses. But maybe the basket tosses would help with the crying.

She set up the gym (and a table with the donuts on it) extra-early and then waited around in the hallway for other people to show up.

[~~please wait for OCD!~~ OCD up. cheer on!]

nadiathesaint

Sometime in the late afternoon, a sound went ringing through the fifth floor hallway from the girls bathroom that had not been heard before, and probably would not be heard again any time soon.

It was the sound of an irate mother of a young child.

"BAILEY SOFIA SANTOS-DORNEZ, YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

God help us, Nadia was attempting to give Bailey a bath.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy got to the campgrounds early, hauling two huge bags with her. She put them down by the stones of the central camp fire. She looked at it. Firewood. She needed lots of it. She headed off to gather fallen branches and similar.

Slowly everything got set up. There were camping tables with plates, cups and sticks for grilling things with. There were tables with hot dogs, peeps and other grillable things, and a separate table for drinks (so far non-alcoholic).

She set her cd-player on a flat rock, and while it looked tiny and insignificant outdoors, it would at least have music. Hopefully the random showers would stop by night fall, she thought and covered everything with plastic.

Then she walked back to the school and grabbed every umbrella and blanket she could get her hands on, and walked back, dumping everything by one of the tables. With her hands on her hips she regarded everything in satisfaction. Yes. Totally Not Prom was on!

ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Come party!
eta: it was always in dorms. yup. *shifty*

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was apparently making a point of enjoying 21st century conveniences, between the microwave popcorn and Wonka soda, the laptop open on the arm of the couch, and his advanced channel surfing skills.

Pup had found yet another superball under something (those things were as bad as beach sand) and was prancing around the common room with it, occasionally dropping it in order to have a reason to yap and chase after it.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had been running around all day fixing things for the totally not-prom, and she was getting a little tired, but she was still ready for cheer time, especially since she had had an idea for her Media final.

She arranged everything as usual, and then she went to get a pen and a paper. On the paper she wrote: Sign here if you think that the cheerleaders should throw a cheer assembly on the 27th!

Then she waited for people to arrive so she could boss them around.

ooc: ~~wait for ocd!~~ OCD is up!
ETA: go gremlins post in case you missed it.

nadiathesaint

Nadia figured she'd gone long enough without playing her guitar, now, and it was time to "get back on the horse", so to speak.

New Order seemed to have the right combination of repetition and complexity to suit her needs, just now.

She was lying on her back, her guitar settled against her stomach as she strummed and stared up at the overcast sky.

[ooc: you know the drill, yeah?]

nadiathesaint

It was a bit too chilly for Nadia to want to be emo on the roof, so she was doing it in the common room, instead.

She was pretty sure she didn't want to know why there was unpopped popcorn and shredded paper on the floor.

Emoing could be hungry work, though, so Nadia made some freshpopcorn and set about trying to figure out how one made popcorn balls.

[ooc: open. This was totally always in the right comm, I swear. . . .]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Isobel had called in sick to work again as she wasn't about to take the chance that Millie would realize what was going on. Not when they were so close to achieving their objective. But she wasn't going to stay in the room with Mr. Snuggly either. So she was out in front of the dorms, going over her list of ingredients she'd need for the opening spell and making notes. Yes, it might be a bit cold, but it was simple enough to keep herself warm with a spell. Her spell book remained safely tucked away in her backpack as she was unwilling to let it far from her sight.

[OOC: Thread with Jack is locked to them and NFB except that they ran into each other, please. Post is open before and after that if someone wants to run into Witch!Lana. Just mark thread, please. :) ]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

For the first time in a while, Buffy was the first one to show up in the gym for cheerleading practice. She paused, a little confused by the lack of people, then began to haul out mats and other things needed to practice safely. She also arranged for water bottles, and the cd player to be ready.

ooc: ~~wait for it!~~ the ocd is up!

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Very careful to do so sexily, Chad let out a sigh, hands limply hanging between his knees as he looked out over the view of the island, lifting his chin a little so the slight breeze could catch the soft trendrils of his hair. He was so confused; he couldn't understand it. How could Teddy do this? How could Teddy just...refuse him...HIM!...like that, like he was nothing, like he wasn't the owner of such a strong jaw and perfect hips, like he didn't have those amazing abs, these phenominal lips? Clearly, he shouldn't worry about it too much. The problem was quite obviously Teddy's.

Oh, and he wasn't wearing any clothes. Who was he to deprive his fellow classmates of the beautiful, classic artwork that was the body of Yasutora Sado? If Teddy was going to be insane and not want to appriciate it, maybe he'd find someone who would.

[[ the self-absorbed, naked Chad is brought to you thanks to a certain temporary witch. post definately open ]]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was feeling much closer to being human again, so she decided it'd be good to get out of the room.

Not that she made it very far. She was currently crashed out on the couch, watching some movie about a gave man in modern America.

It wasn't her first choice, but she didn't really feel like changing the channel. At least the caveman guy was kind of hot.

[ooc: open]

nadiathesaint

It should come as no surprise to anybody that Nadia was spending the gorgeous Monday afternoon up on the roof with her guitar. Or that the music she was choosing to play wasn't exactly what most people would call cheery, despite the smile on Nadia's face as she played it.

[ooc: mid-afternoon thread with Lana locked to them, please and contents of their conversation are definitely NFB! Evening/night interaction is totally open, though]

nadiathesaint

There was a common room. It had a Nadia in it. It had a TV that was on, playing . . . I dunno, something, and it had a whole slew of magazines and old books and things laid out on the floor, as well as scissors, tape, glue, paint, glitter . . . all sorts of crafty things.

Nadia was working on a collage. Amazing what boredom can do.

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John was being all industrious, having found his deep fryer, and was attempting to make funnel cakes. Elephant ears. Donuts.

And trying not to eat them all himself.

[open like a common room is]

notafairmaiden.livejournal.com

Gwynn was sitting in the common room with paper and pen as she tried to figure out what she was going to do about Nottingham. The fact that he had managed to ambush and beat her caused no small worry. She didn't want to leave in his custody and she was having a hard time coming up with ways to avoid this.

She rubbed her face and then winced as her hand came in contact with the bruise on her jaw. As wounds went, the ones she had received from him were minor, but the blow to the ego that he had bested her wouldn't go away.

She rubbed the bandage on her arm and looked back down at her paper.

Current Mood: worried

the_merriest

Rikku bounced down to the gym a little early, because it was one of those days where you really needed to dance around and yell a lot. Cheerleading: good for what ails you.

She seemed really early ... like, the first person here, even. Well, in that case, she'd start setting up some of the mats and warming up by herself. Everybody would show up sooner or later, right? Right!

Hooray, cheer time!

[~~please wait for ocd!~~ ocd up!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was sitting on the edge of the roof idly juggling chunks of metal he had from one of his trips to the junkyard. Add in occasional sips from his thermos, cigarette lighting and replacement, and the juggling had the occasional higher difficulty rating.

It was something to do with his hands that wouldn't have Nadia asking him who he'd been beating up this time.

[ooc: Roof, etc.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had had some sleep, caffeine, a shower, and food, and was feeling much ~~less ducklike~~ more human by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around.

So she was sitting in the common room, wrapped up in a blanket, staring out the window at the snow and pouting.

On the one hand, she was really glad that she'd gotten back from the preserve yesterday and that Walter didn't have to come get her. On the other . . . Chad was in Mexico where it was warm and people spoke Spanish, and she was here, looking out at a bunch of snow coming down rather hard from the sky.

Not fair. Not fair at all.

[ooc: open]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter sprawled on the couch with a large plate of nachos and a bottle of fizzy lemonade while he watched a documentary about penguins that left him very nostalgic for CJ Cregg.

Given he was a touch sore from his spar with Tyler the day before, he wasn't moving around quite as much as usual, settling for couch potato'ing for a change.

Current Mood: listless

tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had left her office in just enough time to set up the gym for cheerleading ~~because she totally didn't forget she was supposed to really~~. She turned on some music just a BIT loudly and waited for the cheerleaders to show up.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ the happy OCD is up!]

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!]

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

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had decided that he needed to learn more about assassins and possible assassin rehabilitation programs. So he was parked in front of the television with a stack of movies next to him and ~~meta for The Bourne Identity~~ playing on the screen.

[ooc: Open and feel free to mod any movies in the stack]

nadiathesaint

It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that Nadia was back on the roof.

Still on the roof would be a better phrase.

It was breezy and cool, but not the same biting cold that had kept her from coming up here as much throughout the winter, so she might have been making up for lost time.

She still had her guitar with her, of course, though she wasn't playing it. Just looking out over the town, a slight smile on her face.

[ooc: yep, it's open]

nadiathesaint

The weather had warmed up a bit, and Nadia had gone the whole weekend without properly practicing with her guitar, so she hit the roof after her class, perching on the corner of the ledge overlooking the preserve, one foot propped on the wall as she idly tuned the sucker up and tried to decide what to play.

The roof was, as always, open.

[ooc: I could use some cheering/distraction from some things here at work. Come bother the ~~emo~~ thinking Argentine!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

It really was a nice day. Somewhat cloudy, but not too bad, with the nice warming spike in the weather. The perfect sort of night for flying, maybe a little bit of forgetting to go along with it. So that's what Setsuna did, thinking that she'd like to do this more often now that spring was here.

[[ open, naturally~! ]]

demonbelthazor

After a lazy weekend, Bel had little interest in doing anything other than kicking back and relaxing. So currently he was lounging on the couch, watching "The Amazing Race." And wondering if it was against the rules to punt some of the more annoying teams off a cliff.

Current Mood: lazy

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. It was Sunday somewhere between breakfast and lunch. It was a Sunday suffering from the loss of an hour's sleep but it was also a Sunday where the rain seemed to be slowing down.

For all these reasons and just because, Neil decided it was a good time to make a Sunday brunch-ish type meal.

This mostly meant he added pancakes to his usual weekend fare of bacon, maple oatmeal, toast and on a whim he decided to also add in some eggs. Scrambled eggs were fairly straight forward so long as you didn't break the shell into the mixture.

[ooc: Open with food even!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia decided being social would take her mind off her birthday thoughts.

So she was in the common room now, instead of her dorm room, staring out at the rain.

This? Totally counted as progress.

[ooc: open!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd ~~killed~~ ~~slept with~~ stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear

nadiathesaint

Nadia had a fair amount of time between classes on Wednesdays, so she'd headed up to the roof, despite the downpour. Two days until that day, and Nadia knew there were people here who knew, which meant that she was spending her time worrying that they might try to celebrate.

She didn't like celebrating it, since that only served to remind her that she had very little clue at all where she actually came from or when she was born. Of course, worrying about celebrating it lead to her being reminded constantly of those things, so it was something of a moot point, anyway. . . .

She decided that the only thing to do was to go up to the roof in a big plastic poncho and jump around in puddles by Bel's garden.

She was entirely interruptable.

[ooc: and so is the mun, who is booooooooooored. Open for any others who want to play in the rain puddles before it actually turns into a flood]</small

nadiathesaint

It was too cold and windy out for Nadia to want to go any where near the roof, so she was crashed out on her back on the common room couch, her guitar balanced on her stomach as she plucked out a tune, her amp turned way down so she wouldn't be disturbing anyone else.

She was singing quietly enough for it to barely count as singing, not paying much attention to the words, just trying to get the guitar right.

It'd been awhile since she'd listened to Counting Crows, and she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd performed one of their songs, almost a year ago. Two, depending on who you asked. . . .

Thus she played, singing softly, and stared up at the ceiling, reminiscing.

[ooc: open]

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: Anna Begins - Counting Crows

nadiathesaint

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

( D. World destruction. . . . )

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

[ooc: open]

nadiathesaint

Nadia? She's on the roof. And, yeah, she's got her guitar with her.

( cut for lyrics )

She wasn't sure what kind of mood she was in. But she was pretty sure she didn't want to end up in another argument.

[ooc: as open as a roof can be]

Current Music: Pictures of Success - Rilo Kiley

nadiathesaint

Booze plus punk music plus storming out of two arguments in 24 hours left Nadia with rather a lot of anger to work out. So, instead of heading back to her room in her tipsy state (since Pippi would be there, anyway) or to the roof (where lord only knew if Cassie might show up again), Nadia went straight for the gym. As much as she wanted to beat on something with one of the practice staffs, she knew that, in her tipsy state, she was just as likely to smack herself in the shin with it, or something, so she went to one of the heavy bags instead, taking off her boots and taping up her hands and feet before setting on it with a barrage of punches and kicks that left her too breathless to bother yelling.

Yeah. This was good. This was definitely helping.

And if she killed the bag . . . well. It wouldn't be the first time she'd have to buy the school new equipment.

nadiathesaint

Yeah, so she'd spent a good chunk of her weekend sitting outside and staring off into space. That certainly didn't mean that she couldn't do that now, up on the roof, as long as she was dressed warmly and still made it to Caritas on time for the gig that night.

She was still seething a little about Pippi, and still trying to wrap her brain around her vision and Bel. There were things to think about.

This wasn't emo. It was thinking.

Hm. She should work on her song, some, too. . . .

[ooc: another long, slow day at work and I have 3 hours left. Open!]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was online, looking up alternative therapies for . . . well, just about anything. Because lord only knew what was causing her sleep issues, but traditional western medicine didn't seem to be helping much, and evil-spell amulets weren't, either.

The vision quest didn't seem like a bad idea. And, after she fell asleep at the keyboard twice, she was pretty sure that deciding against going to the cheerleading competition had also been a good idea.

[ooc: mostly establishy, but also open should anyone want to poke at Nadia not dirty]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was a bouncing ball of nerves. "Okay guys, this is it. This is the last practice before the competition. Just, you know, focus and be your best and please, please don't injured or anything, and it'll all be awesome!"

~~wait for~~ the ocd of ocdness is up

nadiathesaint

Nadia was sore, grumpy, and her hair smelled like monkey. She had no idea how she'd managed to get bruised while taking a nap in her room, but somehow, she'd done just that.

Which would be why she was camped out on the couch in the common room, some fluffy kids movie about computer generated animals playing on the TV, eating ice cream.

Normally, she would say it was too cold for ice cream. But see above notes about her soreness, grumpiness, and monkey-smellingness.

[ooc: slow day at work, today. open!]

nadiathesaint

Things have an unnerving tendency to get worse before they get better. So it shouldn't serve as too much of a surprise that Nadia had not just fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon, but was, in fact, sleepwalking through the hallways of the dorms. Her eyes were open, she was walking a little bit slowly, but surely, and but for the occasional tendency to bump gently into things, she probably didn't seem to be that much unaware of what was going on around her.

She was definitely asleep, though, and occasionally muttering as she wandered.

[ooc: open!]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Suffering from the "Death Flu" from most of the week has made Marty a little stir crazy. Enough that when his temperature finally dropped and he could walk without having to lean against the wall for support, he made his way down to the common room with a care package from Camilla.

The care package itself contained multiple pairs of wools socks, A Bitterwoman DVD collection, a very small wok and a brochure for an exercise bike.

Damn that was one weird chicken.

So anyone wandering into the lounge at this particular time would no doubt find Marty under a knitted wool blacket with a wool sweater and socks watching Bitterwoman and a wok on his head.

[open]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was up. He was whistling. He was, in fact, in an excellent mood. Moving rooms had been the Best. Idea. Ever.

He was working on something that theoretically might have been breakfast for two, if one of the two was a small army. If he finished his cooking before Nadia stumbled by looking for coffee, then she could have breakfast in bed. If he didn't, then she could have breakfast in common room.

All predicated on the idea that she'd stumble this direction rather than another.

Regardless, there would be leftovers to share.

[ooc: Open because it's a common room.0

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