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annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was hungry. She'd fed Dolly (did you know droid babies don't like to be fed water?) and cleaned her room and that made her miss breakfast. She knew she could ask an adult or a big kid to make her some, but she had the mind of a big girl and was sure she could do it herself.

So she'd gone to the common room, made the TV show cartoons, and then went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. This meant she was sitting in front of the open fridge door, cracking eggs (badly) and putting them in a bowl on the floor. This would work out a lot better if she was allowed to- or tall enough- to use the stove.

[Open as weetiny common rooms are!]

dollpocalypse

This morning, signs had ~~handwavily~~ gone up in the common rooms advertising the presence of a free laundry service in the laundry room today who would wash people's clothes upon request. That free laundry service (read: pair of students in detention) was less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"I don't see why I have to be here," Topher whined, kicking the machine he was sitting on. "I didn't do anything!"

"You shrank my clothes, asshat," Ramona replied, rolling her eyes as she investigated the room for a window she could crack so she could smoke. "Shut up and get ready to use some fabric softener. Maybe no one'll show."

"I have asthma," Topher informed her. "You can't smoke in here."

A beat.

"And what's fabric softener?"

Request their services at your own peril, Fandom.

[[Open to all, muahaha. Prewritten with the lovely

dabblinginbitch, obviously. This detention is brought to you by the brilliant

nookiepowered. OCD ~~on the way~~ up!]]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

For once, Caroline actually had a project to do! She was kind of excited about the idea of making signs for the sibling she hadn't technically gotten yet, but felt certain she deserved, so of course she was going to get one, it was simply a matter of time. And so Caroline had gathered a ton of supplies from the shop in town, and okay, since there were vikings all around, there was a total Icelandic theme going on. Makers, glitter glue, and construction paper in colors she had deemed within the viking spirit were laid out all over the floor in the common room.

Sorry people who had hoped to walk by.

Caroline wasn't certain about her first attempt, but that was why she had more poster board, duh. She brushed a bit of glitter from her bare knees as she got to her feet, surveying the work she'd done so far. She took a few steps back to see if her sign was readable at a distance and nodded, pleased with her work. Now if only she had a name to add. Fill in the blank was kind of hard.

But then, maybe someone was taking the whole big sibling thing a little far.

[So totally open as CRs are!]

Current Mood: busy

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn didn't mind prom ticket-selling duty, even if the prom court ballot was a sore reminder of Fandom's utterly insane policy of limiting Prom Queen status to seniors only.

It was like they wanted Quinn to be miserable, or at least to be old and gray before she got a tiara of her own.

Still, she'd paste on a smile as she sat at the table and flipped through the prom issue of YM. It was lobbying for next year; she had to at least pretend to be gracious.

Current Mood: disappointed

icecoldfrost

The student council weren't the only ones set up in the lobby today. Kappa Delta Gremlin had a table of their own, selling various baked goods made by the members of the sorority.

There were various and sundry cookies, muffins, brownies, anything ~~moddable~~ that a hungry student could want. Or a hungry love monkey, which Emma had to keep chasing away from the food. Fandom.

icecoldfrost

It was probably a bit later than most sleepovers began once Quinn and Emma were back at the dorms and had everything in place, but Quinn had needed to work today and Emma was still skipping part of the luau to do it. Besides, everyone needed to enjoy the nice weather, right?

Everything had been set up in advance, in case anyone didn't hit the beach, but by eight Quinn was there (and Emma was close behind at nine-thirty) setting up the food and pulling out the sekkrit stash of wine coolers they'd smuggled into the dorms. No one had to drink - this wasn't that kind of party - but sometimes girls just needed to have fun.

[OOC: Party open to all the girls in the dorms! Boys who try to crash will either get thrown out or subjected to makeovers. BE WARNED.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy definitely still wasn't going to be going out of her way to be sociable. Like she ever did. But she was at least out on the deck, ignoring her problems in public with a bottle of water, rather that privately with a bottle of something stronger.

Something that got said to her must've stuck. At least for now.

Looking a little better than she had been, if still not well, she was stretched out on a lounger, headphones in, preoccupied in watching the clouds since there was quite a few of them spread across the sky today. Didn't have any workshops until tomorrow. So, relaxing. Or trying to. Not finding it particularly easy, and she needed all of that she could get at the moment, she really did.

[[Open deck, relatively sane Effy.]]

Current Mood: listless

vanillajello

Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Tonight, Puck was bored. But at least he wasn't so bored that he had gotten drunk in his alcove. Instead, he was the kind of bored that involved fire.

So much better, really.

He'd gotten food this time -- hot dogs and marshmallows and other things that could be put on sticks ~~not di -- oh, hell, with him it probably is~~ and since it was a nice warmish night, he'd just thrown on a wifebeater and jeans before setting to making the fire and lounging in front of it.

[come play! idk why I don't have a wifebeater icon yet.]

momslilassassin

Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.

Current Mood: hungry

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]

angelo_wings

After the sun set, the temperature started creeping down again, which made a little past dusk the perfect time to make some s'mores. Rinoa had a huge bag of marshmallows, and some pointed sticks, and all the necessary ingredients. Along with some drinks in a cooler and a black tri Aussie shepherd. (Not in a cooler, but rather, lying on the grass wagging her tail.)

The puppy was not required for s'mores, but Rinoa was not going to hurt Angelo's feelings by telling her that.

(OOC: very open! come make s'mores!)

Current Mood: content

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel supposed that perhaps she should be trying to track down Scuttle for some good advice on how she should act on her date later on this week; it was, after all, very important and, optimist that she was, Ariel was fairly certain that meant she'd be able to speak again on Friday.

Which was all very exciting, but Ariel also had the attention span of a shrimp sometimes, especially when there was so much to distract her.

Currently, it was the fireplace outside the cabin. Ariel was crouched down in front of it, moving logs, shifting through it, examining it with great curiousity.

But, for the life of her, she just couldn't figure out what made a fire and how did it...what's the word?

Burn.

[[ open campfire is...what do you call it? Oh! Open! ]]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck had initially been happy to have his workshops only at the end of the week, but by Wednesday, he was bored. He'd worked out. He'd touched up his mohawk. He'd even tried calling everyone he knew back in Lima (some of them more than once, but Santana said Cheerios practice was too busy for her to have phone sex with him.)

So, he was lounged in front of the television, watching a documentary. If it hadn't been about video games, he would have already fallen asleep. As it was, he was only being kept awake by the sheer power of that guy's douchiness.

[omg I just saw that movie and it is insane. open like a CR!]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat didn't have much time left to appreciate all of the modern conveniences of this time and place, so he was taking full advantage by turning on the television (some guy with horribly dyed hair was talking about how everything was "money". It still looked like food to Mat) and making himself some food.

Well, setting popcorn on fire in the microwave. Someone save him from himself, please?

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Like A Prayer (Glee Cast Version) - Glee Cast

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Noah had found himself some cookies. Much in the way that he'd 'found' candy yesterday, he'd sort of just wandered into a store and then walked out with them, and no one had told the little four year-old not to take stuff from other people. 'Mine' was still a relative concept.

In any case, he'd taken them to one of the big rooms for sharing, because he was good at sharing when it meant getting something from the other person, and since he couldn't make the TV be not boring stuff, he decided he'd have to come up with something else to do:

He began to jump up and down on the couch, shrieking. Being loud was fun, and jumping was the best. So yeah, this was where he'd be for awhile. At least until someone helped him make the TV be fun.

[oooopen.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.

He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.

[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.

He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract ~~cute girls~~ people to common rooms?"

Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen took Kianah to the common room where the wee one would have a bit more room to run around like the 3 inch tall crazy fennec fox she was. It was amusing to watch her dash around, investigating everything and then periodically throw herself to the ground and rest before jumping up and dashing around again.

The TV was on, but Helen honestly wasn't paying much attention to it and wouldn't care if someone wanted to change it to something else.

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Tonight, Puck was slouched on the couch in front of the television, mindlessly flipping through channels. If he were back in Lima, he would have a cup in front of him that he told his mom was juice, but really would be the beer he got someone to buy him. Here though, all he had was a Coke, and half a pizza (he had ordered it for himself, because he was selfish, but he'd probably share if someone else wanted some.) Having alcohol so easy to get here made it less fun to try. Plus he'd probably get in trouble or something for drinking in a common area.

He paused his button-pressing for a moment to answer a text from Finn, assuring him that he was having a ton of fun and that Finn was missing out. Maybe if he made him jealous, he'd come here too.

[open as CRs tend to be.]

wantstodirect

Tony had several pizzas and a few bomb bottles of soda out in the common room and was settled on the couch to watch the long-awaited new episode of Darkest Night. Tonight, they'd find out who survived last fall's cliffhanger episode! (Spoiler alert: Raymond Dark and James Taylor Grant totally survived.) Plus, they'd see Amanda Tapping guest star as a mysterious Victorian woman from Raymond's past.

[Open like a CR!]

Current Mood: relaxed

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal was not built for cold weather. Sure, he didn't mind but he'd much preferred it to be warm and sunny rather than incredibly cold and insanely snowing. He remembered days like this from last year and he wasn't any better prepared this year. Staying in bed had merit but it was still cold so he'd come down to the common room, bundled in blankets and clothes hoping to find some warmth.

When he found the fireplace, he sighed in relief and immediately pushed a couch up closer to it. Fire hazard? Pfft. It was warm. After he'd thawed, he was able to find himself some cookies and hot chocolate (yes, he could manage to make that) before retreating back to the couch.

With the electricity out, there wasn't much to do now. He thought about singing or something equally idiotic but settled for just keeping warm and and drinking hot chocolate.

[common room is cold but it's open!]

Current Mood: cold

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