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vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was mostly over his cold, and completely sick of his room. He knew it was Christmas today, not that he really knew what that involved, but there was one Karsite tradition he was quite sure would fit.

Hot spiced cider.

There was a pot of it mulling on the stove, smelling of cinnamon and spices and all things yummy and if it was a teeny bit alcoholic, it was only enough to warm.

Karal was curled up on the couch with a mug of cider, reading, while Altra sprawled across the back of it. With the dorms as quiet as they were, he wasn't sure if there was anyone left, but he'd made enough cider for anyone who might wander by.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent most of the last couple of days tracking down and getting things together for one of Sammy's presents and by now was a little sick of the inside of his room.

So he made a quick early morning trip into town for supplies and then set himself up in the Common Room. Currently he was cooking up breakfast, but he also had all the makings for some fudge and other candy recipes he'd found that he wanted to try. It was more ambitious than his usual cooking efforts, but, dude! Fudge!

He'd brought Hunter down with him as well, thinking that the cat had to be getting as sick of The Place as he was and Hunter was now happily stalking a small paper ball near the couch.

Current Mood: Fudge!

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

After sitting through his Wednesday class, Neil headed back to his room but he simply couldn't face another day of staring at the walls.

So instead, he headed for the roof. It was cool enough today to almost be a proper temperature and Neil bundled up in his peacoat and walked out to the ledge. After some thought, he carefully swung his legs over so they dangled off the edge of the building and then he sat down on the ledge, looking out across the island.

[ooc: Open Roof Type Time!]

not_in_the_book

Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]

not_in_the_book

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.

[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

There was an air of menace hanging over the common room. An eau de danger, if you please. As if dust particles should be floating around and very masculine man in large hats and spurs should move into view to do battle at any moment.

Instead, Jeff ambled into the room, holding a stack of DVDs close to his body. "You are not beating me," he informed his opponent firmly. "I am the king of these movies."

Andrew snorted and hugged his own stack of DVDs closer to his side. Reaching up to adjust his sunglasses he replied, "You may be the king of those movies, but they are of a lesser kingdom - a kingdom with rocky soil where everyone herd scrawy sheep and eats tiny potatoes and stuff. My movies are the stuff of legend. Empires rise and fall at the whim of these films."

"That's not true," Jeff countered, gesturing wildly, "Mine have empires too, and they've got puppies in them! And naked women screaming. And really big monsters who can eat your head and still return back home in time for supper. Legends are built on these movies! Legends of globules chasing girls into cars that explode under the force of a million killer potatoes! Your films are no match for the killer potatoes."

"My films are going to rain down phytophthora infestans on your film." He nodded, trying to exude an air of cool. "That's, um, potato blight," he added.

Jeff just pointed a warning finger in his face. They sat down on the couch. It was weirdly coordinated.

[ ~~wait for the~~ geeky, geeky ocd online ]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

For a change of pace, Neil found himself out in the common room with his books laid out near the sofa for studying. He had plenty of homework it seemed and he was starting to go back over his notes, organizing them in anticipation of mid-terms and finals.

You could never start studying too soon! Plus it gave him a reason to wear his old, comfortable, ~~ratty~~ flannel study shirt.

He'd made himself a grilled cheese sandwich for some brain food and on a lark had flipped on the TV for some background noise, which is how he got sucked into the story of some cute little masked mammels who lived on the Kalahari.

It seemed to be fashioned after a soap opera.

[ooc: open]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was an exciting Monday afternoon in the common room. There was a Space Battles marathon on the movie channel and absolutely no classes to worry about.

Andrew and John were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the program. And probably geeking out a little. "Dude, Hanno totally shot first, I hate when they show the special edition," John complained. Okay, a lot.

[ooc: Open like a...CR!]

Current Mood: dorky

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Class had been interesting, as Neil had never really thought about a food stuff as being able to predict the future but then, really what made a crystal ball so special?

Speaking of food stuffs, despite the heat outside that still tried to claim the day as summer, Neil's instincts told him it was October and thus time for comfort foods. This translated into the tried and true staple, grilled cheese and soup.

Only Neil liked to add bacon and tomato to his grilled cheese. So he was out in the common room, frying bacon and setting out the necessary ingredients for the sandwich protion of the meal.

[ooc: Common room = open, like OOC = no end of the world.]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Well, he was one class into the new semester and Neil already had homework to work on and perhaps a couple of extra books he was considering reading for the subject of Prophecy.

Currently, however, he was neatly OCDing out his notebooks for his classes and also cooking himself some pancakes, bacon and toast as a celebration for having homework.

Yes, at times Neil could be a bit of an academic geek.

[ooc: Open and full of fresh breakfasty smells ... yes, breakfast for dinner, yum!]

not_in_the_book

At the counter in the common room, Ronan was just grating some cheddar cheese to go along with the pot of chili he had simmering; it was just about finished, so the smells should, by this time, be making their way through the dorms, as food smells tend to do. There were some rolls, too, that he'd ~~handwavily~~ picked up, both white and wheat.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be. :D Come! Eat!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was tired of sitting in his room, so he brought out a stack of books and set up shop on a table in the common room. He was working feverishly on translating a text written in ancient Persian. ~~And totally keeping his ears open for anything interesting.~~

[ooc: common room open! If there is anything you don't want Andrew to overhear, let me know!]

by137.livejournal.com

While A.J. seemed to be busy crawling on the floor of the gym with a tape measure, Troy was bouncing excitedly as he waited for the cast and crew to come in. First rehearsal! A.J. was starting to wish he'd brought a tarp, because Troy looked about ready to explode with excitement and, well, quite frankly, A.J. didn't want to clean up the mess.

"Okay, guys," Troy said, "we're going to break up into two group; actor-types, you're going with me and we'll warm up and go over scripts. Tech-types, you're stuck with A.J."

A.J. let the tape measure snap shut dramatically and let out an evil chuckle. "Mwa ha ha. By the way, Aly is our awesome adviser, and without her, we wouldn't be able to do this, so I suggest we bombard her with gratitude, pie, and muffins. Great, big muffins." Not dirty. Mostly.

"Okay, lots of work to do! Let's get going!"

[[ Up early, due to me having work later and Troy being abducted until the evening. Troy, by the way, was tooootally modded with permission. ~~Please to be waiting for~~ the OCD! It be up! ]]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

After work and a couple hours spent up fiddling with his jigsaw puzzle, Neil had almost overslept for his class that morning. This meant that he hadn't gotten a chance to have breakfast, only having enough time to dash through the shower and grab coffee as he headed for workshop.

Back now, he was STARVING! Thus, he fell upon the kitchen area of the common room like a fiend, soon filling the area with the scene of cooking bacon and pancakes today. Eggs just weren't going to cut it for brunch!

[ooc: Open!]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Neil had been spending much of the break week holed up learning one of Shakespeare's comedic monologues. Now, having knocked his desk lamp off the desk for about the fifth time in so many hours, he'd decided to take it out into the common room, where he had a bit more room to bounce on the furniture as he ran the lines.

If he also happened to be cooking some bacon and making some toast while also receiting the lines, well ... he was getting to be fairly good at multi-tasking!

[ooc: Open!]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny started with a five to ten minute aerobic program, then he followed with stretching exercises to all muscle groups. Moving on from there he performed a light work out with adequate resistance, causing his body to warm considerably.

After that, he began a series of dumbell exercises, from flat dumbell presses to incline flies. He was working his upper body strength today as well as his abs and legs. Now he was working on front raises with his knees slightly bent, the dumbell against his thighs, palms towards his body.

It was a great work out and one he needed. He had been neglecting his body for too long. Imagine that? And wanted a good work out this morning that would last a good couple hours. More than likely it would be followed by a swim at the pool.

(gym is open for all your gym needs.)

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris woke up early and decided to sit outside on the porch with his hot chocolate so he wouldn't disturb his cabin-mates.

He was very much hoping for a quiet day. The whole crazy psycho killer thing last week had been more than enough excitement for him.

[open as posts outside are]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Neil had decided he could definitely get into this two classes a week deal, though he was feeling a small niggle of guilt as if he should pick up another job or something.

...

Nah!

Not when he could enjoy a beautiful May morning, stretched out in an old beach chair he'd dug up somewhere, reading the last of the Ninth Wonder comics he'd borrowed from Peter(Steve).

There were worst ways to spend a lazy morning.

[ooc: Open as a fire out in the middle of the woods tends to be.]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Thanks to the magic of express shipping, Peter had a box of bagels fresh from New York City.

He set them up on a picnic table that he hauled over near his cabin's campfire so that they were available for sharing. He kept one section to the side so that his cabinmates would be sure to have some. He also put out various toppings.

That done, he took a bagel, a cup of coffee, and sat down with a Ninth Wonders comic to enjoy the morning.

[ooc: open! bagels are sharable and moddable in the flavor and topping dept]

Current Mood: hungry

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

With no classes on Tuesday, there was nothing that he had to do. Karal was fairly certain he was never going to get used to that but, after much urging from Altra, he was making the attempt.

It was a beautiful day and he was currently sitting against a tree behind Chupacabra cabin, in riding clothes rather than his robes, holding Trenor on a long line so he could graze at the edge of the clearing.

There was a bright beam of sunlight shining on him, making him sleepy and warm, Trenor occasionally whickered happily, and he was rereading the Tale of Gregori.

Maybe having nothing to do wasn't quite so bad.

[ooc: open to anyone!]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Classes were over for the day, popcorn was popped and Blair was laying across a couch watching a marathon of Mythbusters on TV.

"Let's see if Buster survives!"

[open, of course!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet. That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business! Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class. The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Even though the sun didn't seem too inclined to peek out from behind the clouds, it was still warm enough and nice enough out that Neil decided to take himself up on the roof for a bit.

He was in a thoughtful frame of mind and took his legal pad of paper and a pen with him so he could write a letter to Todd while he sat on the ledge. Even though not a single one of those letters had been mailed, Neil still enjoyed writing them though at the end he tended to find himself in a melancholy mood.

Hence, the roof.

[ooc: Can't get much more open than a roof.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Anyone coming into the lobby might notice that part of the lobby has been turned into a puppet stage show with appropriate seating.

They might also notice a sign that says:

Multiple Madrox Productions is proud to present:

A Very Special Episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker

"Once Again With Subtext"

Once people have taken their seats (if they are so inclined) the lights dim and curtain on the puppet stage comes up.

( This... cannot end well. )

[ooc: Why yes. I am insane. So insane I'm doing OCD for this. ~~Wait please.~~ OCD is up. Yes, I'm strange. Shh. Don't tell anyone.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec had apparently decided to take Hades' announcement to heart today, as he sat in the common room kitchen with a giant pot on the stove and many weetiny penguins running around. The stove was on, the water coming to a boil, and Alec was hungry.

[OOC: ...someone come tell him the penguins are not for eating?]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara hadn't had much sleep last night. So after Chad came in, she migrated out to the Common Room so her lack of sleeping wouldn't bother him. Shortly towards dawn, she fell asleep on the couch.

And woke up to find weetiny penguins staring at her. "Awww" was the immediate reaction followed quickly by trying to entice one or two into her hand to pet. They came willingly enough even though she didn't have any dried fish. Which made her immediately wonder if they were hungry. That was when the announcements came on, and, in a stunning display of hypocrisy from the girl who grew up eating penguin, Katara frowned mightily at the speaker. "NOT FOR EATING."

So with a promise to the penguins that she'd try to get them food in a bit, Katara got up and found pen and paper. A short but laborious struggle later with the English language later, she was searching for dried fish or something penguins might eat in the Common Room kitchen.

A sign was posted on the door.

PENGUINS
(NOT FOR EATING)

[OOC: Open as CRs are. I'm at work so potential wee slowplay]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River was happy and making popcorn went well with being happy. So popcorn were flying through the kitchen and River danced about, trying to catch as many as possible with her hands and mouth. Berthold was lying under his blanket, tentacles reaching out and trying to get to the ice cream carton without getting in the way of River. Her mood seemed to be contagious as the monster made cheerful squeals.

[Open! There's popcorn enough for everyone.]

Current Mood: cheerful

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!]

likethegun

When Dawn had explained to Sam why they were kitten-sitting Hunter over the break, he hadn't let himself get jealous right away. After all, it was much healthier to wait until he was by himself to get bitter and cranky.

He was still feeling kind of annoyed in the morning, but he was making up for it by sprawling out on one of the couches and teasing Hunter with a laser pointer. Scout was sitting by his side, looking far more interested in his new chew toy than the kitten-y entertainment.

[Open!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Mice, as it turned out, weren't big on sleeping for long stretches at a time. This explained why Jack had squeezed under Cedric's door, exploring his way down the hallway, sniffing at each door until he ended up in the common room.

It took awhile, but he eventually managed to climb up onto the couch and scamper over to the remote control. //Okay, I can do this.//

Bouncing up and down on the power button eventually turned the TV on, and he used both paws to change the channel. He paused, twitching his whiskers, as the screen was suddenly filled with mice. Cute mice. //The Saviours, huh?//

Jack curled up on top of the remote to watch the story of two heroic mice, who obviously had a severe case of UST, nibbling on a bit of popcorn he'd found under one of the pillows.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Neil was getting somewhat tired of the walls of his dorm room and after composing and then destroying another letter to Todd, he decided to go up on the roof and get a bit of air.

Hopefully he would be forgiven for not smoking...did it help that he had a new book of Bardspeare in his lap?

[ooc: Can't get much more open than a roof I suppose.]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Mondays were always Neil's hell day in the week. Two classes and he had thought he had a club meeting tonight but would have to check the flyer to see if it had been moved to another evening.

At least he had a whole new slew of homework to work on!

Grabbing a refreshing shower, Neil changed into more relaxed -for him anyway- clothes and then grabbed up his Fairy Tale homework and project work and headed for the common room. Ignoring the TV he flipped on the radio, picking something a little more contemporary and pleased with the beat of the music, danced stepped his way over to the counter.

There he began to pull together the fixings for soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Grilled cheese with bacon and tomato, one of his favorites and good study food.

[ooc: Open as well a common room tends to be!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After leaving Jarod downstairs, Parker headed for the roof. And a cigarette. Hell yes.

Weird, weird day.

[ooc: open, obviously.]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was in the common room alone. She was sitting on the couch in her dorky long sleeved Valentines tee and a pair of pink sweats that had been cut off just above the knee. She had thick fuzzy pink socks on and she pulled them all the way up cause she totally felt dorky tonight. Alone. On Valentines Day. She was staring at the TV. MTV was on but the volume was turned all the way down because she was listening to her ipod. Dorky love songs.

Every now and then she would glance down at her right. There beside her on the couch was that very expensive bottle of rum she had Rose purchase for her. For the squirrels. For bribery. Totally for bribery. She brought it with her just in case. You know, if a squirrel happened to show up. Yeah.

Drumming her fingers atop her thigh she thought for a moment on all her gifts and smiled. Dick was just so dang cute. Everyone had just been so nice.

She looked down at that bottle again and moved it closer to her thigh. Then she picked it up and unscrewed the lid. Bringing it to her nose she sniffed. "Hmm. Maybe I should test it for the squirrels?" She nodded. Bringing the bottle to her lips, Annette took a wee tiny sip. "Hmm. Can't really tell." She took another. Then another. And then maybe another.

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Deciding to get a different view of the world and a bit of dinner while he studied, Neil had packed up his books and shuffled himself out into the common room. He left the TV off, opting instead to flip on the radio before walking over to see what he could pull together for a bit of dinner.

Hmmm... well, it was soup and grilled cheese kinda weather. With a small shrug, Neil pulled out the appropriate fixings and began to cook.

[ooc: Open as common rooms usually are.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Posters bedecked with heart-shaped clouds had gone up around the dorms over the weekend announcing the Valentine's Dance on the 16th - Friday evening.

So Monday morning, Peter set up a table in the lobby with tickets for the dance, 99 red balloons, and a sales sheet for roses to be delivered on Valentine's Day to other students and teachers.

There were also heart shaped cookies, pink frosted cupcakes, and lots and lots of Valentine's candy. Because this was for Student Council and food was a necessity.

Now all he needed was people to give the balloons to and talk into coming to the dance.

[OOC: Handwavy getting tickets and just signing up OOC for roses is totally okay, but Peter has many, many balloons and lots of food to give away so come and chat!

And the comments to the flower post are screened so no surprises are spoiled. :D]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

The common room was still a bit of a mess from the Charades party last night, but Dean just looked at that as more potential cat toys for Hunter. Who was indeed stalking around the room and sniffing at everything, occasionally batting things with a paw.

The kitchen area was a little cleaner than the rest and Dean happily set about messing it up cooking breakfast. He'd seen some truly apalling things done to eggs lately and decided he'd rather trust his own cooking than anyone else's.

Besides it was something to take his mind off of Sammy and the conversation he was going to have with Dad today.

[OOC: open of course. With the usual free breakfast food.]

Current Mood: worried

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.

Current Mood: cheerful

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec was having fun with the knitting thing - three dildo cozies and now he was working on a scarf in green and black. It didn't hurt that it was really just memorizing how to do the stitches and then letting his mind wander (or watch TV, like he was doing now) while it put itself together.

Plus, the yarn he was using was really fuzzy and soft.

[OOC: Open, as these things are.]

Current Mood: creative

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris had spent most of Saturday sleeping off the effects of the shadow attacks. So he was awake early today and decided to go and hang out in the common room.

He wasn't about to try to cook, but he did root through the cupboards and pull out a variety of cereal boxes, as well as getting bowls and spoons down and making sure the milk and juice were in the front of the fridge.

After fixing himself a bowl of cereal, he sat down in front of the TV and started flipping through channels to see if there was anything interesting on.

[ETA: ~~getting dragged AFK for a bit; will pick up tags when I'm back!~~ Err, forgot to say I'm back now :)]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Even four...five..six weeks in Fandom hadn't shaken the early riser syndrome out of Neil. After a shower, he pulled on some casual -for him- clothes and grabbed up his Traditional Fairy tales books and headed out to the common room. He had been working in his room all day yesterday and just needed a change of scenary.

Dropping the books on the couch, Neil headed over to make a little breakfast first. His usual fare, bacon, oatmeal, toast and coffee. Fairly soon the common room was filled with the scent of frying bacon and oatmeal with maple syrup.

[ooc: No need to say that a common room is open, right?]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

After talking with Broots, Blair had decided that some space would be good. He ventured out into the common room and grabbed a seat, flipping through daytime television shows at random.

[ooc: open!]

blessed_twice

Hunting had been a good distraction for awhile, but when Wyatt returned to the second floor, he found himself dwelling again on what they were going to do about Belthazor. Having an uncle who was half-demon was bad enough. The Source of All Evil? That was right out.

He sighed and flopped on the couch. Maybe TV would be another distraction.

Current Mood: distressed

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker and Isabel had been ranging the hallways, trying to find a way to communicate; but even mouthing words wasn't very effective.

Throwing herself onto the Third Floor Common Room couch, Parker glared at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution for their dilemma.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Having just arrived back from two days of doing not much but driving around in the Impala ~~and possibly getting naked in the back seat as Sammy had suggested~~, Dean and Alec flopped themselves down together on the couch with large quantities of fast food they'd brought back with them.

"Now all we gotta do is find something worth watching or at least mocking on tv," Dean said as he flipped through the channels with the remote as Alec unpacked the food, "and the day will be pretty much perfect."

[OOC: Open of course,

x5_alec modded with permission]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Oh, look, there was a common room, with a shirtless, leather skirt wearing Seely in it.

Who was there for no reason whatsoever.

Really.

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

After finishing up his Anatomy class and grabbing some lunch, Neil decided to head up onto the roof with his radio. He didn't want to drive Conner nuts with the old time radio programs but was having a good time listening to them.

Finding a spot to perch up on the edge of the room, Neil turned on the radio and then hunkered down into his coat and looked out over the island. It really was a beautiful view from up here, the water reminding him of the big lake back at Welton. He wasn't exactly emo, so maybe it could be called the thoughtful roof today?

[ooc: Open...I mean, really you can't get much more open than a roof right?]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

People awake in the early hours of the morning might been surprised to see a boxer-brief clad Seely rushing down the hallways.

Less at Seely's state of undress and more at the fact he was being pursued by a puppet that was making disturbing kissing noises.

"I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU THAT WAY!"

[Feel free to WTF at the boy.

Only SP replies from me since omglatebedformenow]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

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