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Bod's memories had been returning since yesterday. Remarkably, it had taken the shrill cries of that harpy from yesterday to help the dam in his head break free. He had killed his twin and taken over his identity. That had allowed him to get far in life with his twin's wife and his job and everything else attached to it. But, it all had become so small so he took his vendetta against twins, ALL TWINS, to another place. His bloodlust was unquenchable.

Standing on the ledge of the roof, he surveyed the island before him. They might not yet know that he was watching them all but he was. Some of them would be spared and some of them wouldn't. His twin's identity was still his own and he'd take his vengeance out on everyone.

When the police arrived, his twin would be blamed and Bod would be the crying brother, oh so sad about his twin's fall from grace. Bod laughed loudly and proudly. His amnesia was gone and his mind was full of evil twists and dark thoughts.

Who could stop him? No one!

[Open if you wanna talk to Bod and/or get pushed off a building because Bod will try especially if you have a twin!]

Current Mood: SINISTER

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

therewaslife

After work, Bod had spent a few minutes in his room before the feeling to stretch his legs and go elsewhere caught him. He didn't go far though. The common room was empty which meant it was easy to spread out the Thai food Bod had picked up after he'd gotten off from the library. He'd ordered a lot for no other reason than it made good leftovers.

When he flipped on the television, he found that he couldn't find anything but a commercial about helping animals and a commercials advertising various weepy Hallmark movies. Bod had cycled through the channels three times before he realized that the television was completely insane and wasn't going to give him anything worth watching.

With a groan, he switched it off and decided he'd just eat and entertain himself by...talking to himself. It wasn't a serious conversation, at least. No, it was just Bod talking about what he had to do later and other inane things that weren't important.

It was better than watching those commercials though.

[Open CR is open]

Current Mood: confused

thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com

It was almost nearing noon when Faramir returned from that morning's ride. He'd ridden far, had even crossed to the mainland so when he return, his stomach was growling. Which meant that the common room was his first stop. He'd change out of his ranger drab later. A quick survey of the fridge had him pulling up eggs and bacon which would be plenty for a hearty meal.

He'd turned on the radio to one of the classical music channels and Faramir was humming along as he finished up his omelet and boiled some water to make tea.

[Open as common rooms are.]

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Jack was a fan of summer, but today was plain hot and that he had issues with. But he was a guy to take advantage of a situation like this. He had deck chairs, an umbrella and a cooler full of ice and cans of soda for anyone who came by. Jack was happy with the view from here and didn't plan on going anywhere until the sun went down some and the temperatures cooled off.

vanillajello

After a somewhat stressful week, Kate had actually managed to have a pretty pleasant weekend. (A ~~handwavy~~ one-month anniversary could do that to a girl.) She was relaxed and something approaching happy, so today was the perfect day to devote to third floor party planning. Which was good since, you know, she hadn't actually done a lot of it yet. She'd decided the date would be next Friday, sure, but other than that... She had ideas. They just hadn't quite come together yet.

So she was in the common room, absently eating candy while sitting on a couch with her feet propped up on the edge of a coffee table and her MacBook in her lap. In no way waiting to pounce on innocent passers-by to pester them for ideas. No sir.

[ooc: You guessed it, it's an open post!]

Current Mood: creative

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]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had not turned the television on when she'd come into the common room. She was far too engrossed in the magazine she'd just discovered.

Look out, world. Rilla Blythe had discovered Cosmo quizzes.

If only she understood half of the things the questions were asking about!

therewaslife

Most mornings, Bod's breakfast consisted of cereal or some toast. This morning, he'd splurged a bit and gone into town for a dozen donuts. He didn't know why he had a particular craving for sugar of the donut variety this morning but he had the extra money and he had the time so there was nothing stopping him.

Of course, he wasn't going to eat them all in one sitting. He'd done that before and ended up with an awful stomachache and a few learned lessons. Never again. He'd eat just a few and he'd do so while lounging lazily on one of the couches, watching some early morning news program. It wasn't that exciting but he hadn't bothered to find the remote so laziness it was.

[Open, yep]

Current Mood: relaxed

endsthegame

It had been a thankfully calm and uneventful week for once. Ender knew better than to hope that would continue, though he wasn't so bound by superstition that he feared acknowledging it aloud. However, not exactly being the type to talk to himself, he didn't anyway-- instead he was doing so by moving into the common room without his laptop this time.

He was going to check out if the History Channel was showing something interesting instead.

Yes. Exciting.

He had a bowl full of cereal and a glass of milk, and he was going to spend this morning doing the closest thing to relaxing he ever did. Well. Second-closest. He'd already gone through his morning exercise schedule.

...

Nerd.

[[ open! ]]

therewaslife

After what seemed like a winter that lasted forever, Bod was glad to see the temperatures warming enough that he could spend some time outside. He enjoyed common rooms but they didn't compare with finding a seat on the deck and breathing in the fresh air. There was just something he preferred about being outside and lounging in natural light. It was stupid but he'd never been the most normal boy.

With a book that he'd read already in hand, he'd found a seat on the deck and settled himself into it. It was still cool and there was a crisp wind but he wasn't cold. The seasons were on the cusp of changing, going from chilly grays to bright yellows and Bod couldn't wait.

Now, he just had to guard against napping on the deck. It had happened before, it'd happen again.

[Deck's an open place so open post, yep]

Current Mood: content

therewaslife

It was both a Monday and the last day of the month. On this last day of January, Bod found himself still mostly restless and still mostly bypassing all the things that typically held his attention. The good thing was that he'd figured out the cause of his restlessness. The bad thing was that he was going to have to do something about it soon and he knew how painful it might be.

Today though, he was burning off energy in the gym. He'd stripped down to a tank top and had been running up and down the length of the gym, dribbling a basketball and taking shots wherever his feet decided to stop. He'd worked up a good sweat and had hair plastered to his forehead but it was good to temporarily get his jangled nerves to calm down.

It wouldn't last, he knew that, but he wasn't thinking about that as he took shot after shot. He'd be tired later so maybe he'd even sleep a little better. Bod could always be hopeful.

[Gym's an open place, of course!]

Current Mood: energetic

stars_and_money

Jeremy Darling was on a mission.

This morning, he'd woken up with a craving for waffles. Being a lazy kind of guy, he hadn't wanted to go all the way into town to get some, so he'd (in hindsight, somewhat misguidedly) opted for making some himself. It couldn't be too had, right? The Darlings' cooking staff did it, like, every single morning, so it couldn't exactly be rocket science. That thought in mind, he'd come down to the common room full of enthusiasm and optimism, even tying an apron he'd found around his waist, because wasn't that what you did when you were cooking? He thought he looked quite the breakfast chef.

But reality wasn't looking quite as rosy as what he'd envisioned after waking up. So far, he had managed to both locate and correctly identify a waffle iron. However, now he was really just... looking at it. Because he had absolutely no fricking idea about what exactly you needed for making waffles, other than a waffle iron. None.

His mission really wasn't going all that well, and he was starting to consider going into town after all.

[ooc: Post is open, boy is rich and clueless.]

therewaslife

For the most part, Bod's week had been quiet. He'd enjoyed both of his classes for different reasons and now had nothing to really occupy his time until next week. He'd gone for a walk earlier and where he'd made the realization that he desperately needed a new coat. His was becoming threadbare and useless.

After that, he'd come back to the dorms with the fruits of his walk: a bag of pastries from the local bakery. It seemed like it'd been too long since he'd had sweets and he intended to correct that right now.

Of course, Bod was strange enough to separate out the pastries and put them each on their own plate so he (or anyone else, really) wouldn't have to go digging into a glaze filled back to get what they wanted.

It was a late breakfast but it was still a breakfast, wasn't it? And Bod hadn't cooked it on his own which meant no one's taste buds would be affected.

[Open as common rooms tend to be, yes yes]

Current Mood: content

stars_and_money

Last night, something peculiar had happened for the very first time: Jeremy Darling had gone grocery shopping.

And as was the case with most things involving money and a member of the Darling family, he had maybe gone a little overboard. He'd ended up having to lug three bags of foodstuffs back to the dorms, on his own, and dearly wishing Clark could have moved to Fandom with the twins to help with this stuff.

Still, the good thing was that he had three different kinds of cereal to choose from this morning when he wandered on down to the common room, wearing his glasses and his pajama bottoms with the planet print, his red silk dressing gown hanging open. After making his daunting breakfast food choice, he flopped down onto a couch with his bowl of cereal (two kinds at the same time) and turned the television on to start channel surfing.

It wasn't long before he was considering buying the common room a nice new TV set.

[ooc: It's an open common room!]

fiery-demigod.livejournal.com

Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.

He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.

[The common room is open, yes]

therewaslife

Bod could count the number of times he'd been in the gym on one hand. All of one time. He'd been here all of one time and that hadn't even been to do anything but talk to someone who he wasn't currently really even talking to anymore. So, that was a memory he had to force down.

He'd come down there today on a whim. Bod loved his books and he loved his quiet time but he still felt like he needed to do more things. He needed to fill his time with activities and motion to stop himself from falling into too deep a funk.

He wasn't a fighter though so he was going to ignore all the boxing and fighting equipment. Instead, he grabbed one of the basketballs and started shooting around. From close distances, he found that he wasn't bad. The further he got, the worse his aim became so he made a note to work on that. For now, he was running up and down the court, alternating between shots at either basket and working himself into a nice sweat while he did.

It felt remarkably good.

[Open place, open post]

Current Mood: restless

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

Ariel was in a sparkling dress and rooting around through the cupboards in the common room, pulling out all the Cheetos and Pringles and Pop Tarts and jelly beans she could find which meant only one thing: someone just got her legs back after her stay at home and she was hungry.

It wasn't even that all that swimming tended to make a girl hungry; she just really missed human food.

What she would constitute as human food, anyway.

[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

Current Mood: hungry

therewaslife

It was still chilly but Bod was feeling a bit of cabin fever so going up to the roof to escape that seemed logical despite the chill. He'd just bundled up (and added a doofy hat to combat the now shorter hair) and left it at that. He was used to colder temperatures so this really wasn't all that bad. The sun was shining and it warmed him when he turned his face up towards it.

Bod didn't quite feel good but he didn't feel awful today either. Maybe it was the fresh air or maybe it was the quiet contemplation he'd been getting plenty of lately. He didn't know. He did know that classes would soon start and that he'd have even more things to occupy his time. There were plans to look for a job and plans to expand his horizons a bit via the school's clubs.

Right now, he was just standing against the roof's ledge, hands in his pockets and eyes closed.

[Open, sure]

Current Mood: peaceful

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce arrived back in Fandom very early Friday morning after his time spent training with the boxer, Ted Grant. While Grant really did have a lot to teach, Bruce felt that his lifestyle outside the ring was a little too chaotic to maintain adequate instruction. So Bruce learned what he could, mapped out how to incorporate it into his training, and left.

And then as soon as he got back, he was assaulted with snow.

After going to his room and changing into something that wasn't soaking wet from Cara's attack, he stopped in the common room to make some hot cocoa. With marshmallows, yes. And if anyone said anything about it... well, he'd just bribe them with more cocoa. He made plenty.

[OOC: Merry Happy! Open CR for anyone who may happen to be around!

ETA: I'm at my mom's for the holiday and can't connect my pc to the network for some reason. So I'm using my iPod to respond, and I may be a little slow because of that.]

puppy_fair

No more school for a few weeks could only mean one thing!

... Well, okay, for Zack it meant a few things. He had options, after all. He could take on some missions back home, but he was kind of iffy about that sort of thing after all of the excitement there last week. Or perhaps he could sneak back to at least take in the tree ceremony in Midgar, but even that kind of seemed like a bad idea right now. There were always things going on around here, though. Even if the relative peace and quiet seemed to be boring him out of his skull.

Clearly, on a Saturday morning with two weeks free from worry about classes, the best thing to do was to find himself a comfy place to sit, grab the remote control, and turn the TV to the most action-packed, violent show he could possibly find.

... Even if it meant that even the action movies were Christmas-themed right now.

[Open! Zack and I are totally in the same boat right now, sans mission trauma, so I'll be about all day being booored at you.]

therewaslife

Bod didn't have a final today which meant he had little to do. Studying had been accomplished last night (well, there wasn't much to study for but he had looked over his notes) so today, he was actually out of his room and in a common room. It felt like he hadn't been in one in awhile.

He'd stolen some of Kate's pudding cups from the refrigerator (well, he knew she probably took his crackers) and sat down to find something to watch. Thankfully there was no yule log anymore. Unfortunately, the movie that Bod did find was probably going to shatter his intelligence.

Still, he watched, pudding cup in hand and confused expression on his face. If he'd been confused about Christmas before, he was even more so now.

[Again, another boy who hasn't done one in awhile so open, of course]

Current Mood: confused

therewaslife

Bod had spent most of the morning packing so his afternoon was completely free. It was warmer than it had been and knowing that he'd been in a cold environment tomorrow, Bod was taking advantage.

With both sunglasses (a gift from Silas who'd complained about all the sun in America) and baseball cap, it was hard to tell if he was awake or not. He was, though. The sprawl in the lounger was a lazy one but his mind was wide awake and running incessantly.

The bottle of water in his hand was more being used to tap against his knee than to drink. He was distracted but felt better than he had in days.

[Deck is an open place. I like linking things.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had had better, and less upsetting days. That afternoon, her brother had actually finally returned a phone call -- not to really check on his baby sister, though he did ask after her, but to tell her that he couldn't come to visit that weekend.

But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.

pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.

Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.

Wonderful.

So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.

therewaslife

It was too nice a day to spend it inside, Bod decided. His one class had been easy so he'd gone into town after and picked up some pastries from the bakery. He hadn't ever had a sweet tooth before but he seemed to be gaining one now.

Miss Lupescu wouldn't be too pleased.

With that done, Bod hadn't even gone up to his room. He'd detoured onto the deck, dropped his backpack and settled into a chair to stretch out and let the sun warm his face. He could feel autumn in the air, smell it on the wind and he was anticipating it.

Summer wasn't the best season for an Englishmen especially an American summer that consisted of a huge sun and blistering temperatures. Bod would just take advantage of this nice day by lounging on the deck and eating sweets.

[Deck's open. It's really that gorgeous outside.]

Current Mood: lazy

therewaslife

Bod hadn't been in a common room in awhile. Between getting stuck in Silent Hill and visiting Kansas, he hadn't had a lot of time. When he found he had the time, he ambled down there, grabbed a pudding cup (technically, he wasn't stealing but he was stealing) out of the refrigerator and took a seat on one of the couches.

For someone who hadn't had television for most of his life, Bod had become quite apt at channel surfing. Things didn't seem to hold his attention very well and he kept flipping and changing back, watching snippets of a show before changing again.

It was kind of annoying, actually.

[It's a CR so it's open!]

Current Mood: indescribable

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

therewaslife

Bod had spent last night dreaming. To have one night of dreams was unusual so having several nights worth had him completely confused. Still, getting to see his parents in his dreams every night like he'd never left wasn't something he'd question. It made the ache of missing them all the more apparent in the mornings but he managed to keep those feelings hidden.

After waking up from another dream, Bod had padded sleepily down to the common room and decided to spend some time there, eating crackers and trying to piece through the various variations of the dream. The television was playing some sort of cartoon but Bod wasn't really paying attention.

Instead, his thoughts, stuck on those dreams as they were, eventually wandered into daydreaming territory and he was back to seeing his parents, feeling them holding him and hearing their voices in his ear. It felt like he was there and not on the island. It was so...strange.

[CR's an open place and I wish I was still sleeping]

Current Mood: quixotic

therewaslife

The clouds were easing the heat a bit and, without the sun hanging high in the sky, Bod figured that spending some time outside wouldn't give way to an inevitable sunburn. He thought about walking into town but eventually decided that that could wait till later.

Instead, he veered off and clambered onto the deck, sliding into one of the empty loungers and actually choosing to be lazy for once. Usually, laziness was a side effect of having nothing to do or trying to avoid something else but today, he just wanted to relax. He found himself caught up in the movements of the clouds, dark and opaque as they were. He wondered what the sky looked like behind them, if the peeks of blue would stay long and where those clouds would go after moving off.

It wasn't heavy contemplation but he was enthralled by it anyway.

[Deck is open. I like clouds.]

Current Mood: enthralled

furnaceface

Well, this was it, then, wasn't it? Once again, they'd reached the last relative day of peace and quiet before the new students shuffled in and workshops got back into full swing. Jono's week had been an eventful one already, between his impromptu jam session with the slightly insane girl who had tried to smash her guitar on the floor on Tuesday, and getting a message from Alice telling him that he'd pretty much inherited the management position at the Groovy Tunes.

And so, it seemed to Jono as though the best way to spend his last mellow day before the inevitable insanity would be by taking a seat in the common room, pulling out his amp and his guitar, and playing something in an honest to goodness, actually social setting. The only problem?

//You could probably make a lot of people happy by playing something soft and pleasant, like Yesterday, Jonothon.//

//Sod that. Pearl Jam! Jeremy! Play it loudly!//

The trouble with having similarly telepathic personifications of the positive and negative aspects of his conscience sitting on his shoulder was that Jono had no clue which of them was asking for which song. If you asked him, they both had bloody good taste.

He'd just ignore the both of them and play some Led Zeppelin, instead.

[Open common room! Hi!]

longislandiceme

Bobby had spent most of the afternoon moving his stuff back to the dorms, but with that taken care of, he was just gonna relax and enjoy the last night of campfire-junk-food goodness... at least until the next session started up, anyway.

There were hotdogs (he'd even gone and found a package of vegetarian ones), s'mores fixings, sodas, chips, and yes, of course, Twinkies. The roasting experiment had worked so well last time that he was going to repeat it.

[ooc: oooooopen!]

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.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

So, despite yesterday being...a little disappointing with the lack of traffic at the store, being conked on the head with a magazine rack instead of being kissed, and then that whole thing where she couldn't stop jumping in fright whenever anyone said anything after the boat trip in class, Ariel had a new toy. And with a new toy, not even being paranoid that your father found out where you were and came to rein holy hell and retribution on humankind could stick around for too long. She'd had plenty of those since coming to land last month; it was virtually impossible to turn around and not find some new and fascinating item (or boy, for that matter) to enrapture her attentions. But this toy was different; this beat all those others right out of the water. This one was a cell phone.

She certainly hadn't made enough money at the clothing shop to have afforded it quite yet, but, through some heavy-hearted bargaining and a whole lot of pouting and looking cute, she'd managed to sell some of her treasures, reasoning to herself all the while that texting made it worth it. Texting, which could be the solution to all her vocal problems. Texting, which Ursula the sea witch probably never would have imagined possible when she took Ariel's voice.

Texting. She was starting to love the word. Especially since the phone company had paired it with the word unlimited.

Of course, the problem with a new phone was that she needed new numbers to put into it so that she could text. But, intrepid treasure hunter and shameless klepto that she was, it wasn't difficult at all for her to track down a sort of school directory with just some of that information available to her. No, she didn't know who most of these people were, but that just meant she'd have to get to know them, right?

After a while, sitting outside to enjoy the fresh air and hoping it didn't rain (got that, forecast?), she was getting really good at entering this stuff in. She could probably be texting in her sleep in no time! It was turning out to be a very, very good day.

[[ open campfire is open! ]]

therewaslife

It was hot. Hot and bright and that was something that Bod wasn't really used to quite yet. He was from a place where gray, rainy and cool seemed to be the norm so having it be this hot so early into the summer months was a bit odd. Staying inside his cabin might have been wiser but he was still feeling a little cooped up after all the baggage and decided braving the sun and heat couldn't be that hard.

So, he was out there, not bothering to light a fire due to the heat and wondering if he should have put sunscreen on before coming out. It was just his face and arms that were exposed (and boy, they were rather pale) and he didn't plan on staying outside for hours but he could already feel the heat beating down on his skin. It felt nice but it didn't quite warm her through and through.

There was a book near his hip that he wasn't reading yet and a bottle of water in his hand. For now, he was just relaxing against a log, letting the sun do what it wanted and letting his mind wander off in all sorts of directions.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter didn't particularly want to gather a crowd, but making a campfire and tossing black snakes and firecrackers at it seemed particularly amusing today.

So yeah, there was definitely a bit of noise. Peter wasn't a blossoming pyro or anything, he was just a bored teenager. Anyone was definitely welcome to join him. He might even have some ~~moddable~~ extra bits of fireworks.

[ooc: Open like an open space!]

therewaslife

The cabins were a bit of a change. Bod wouldn't necessarily call them a bad change but they were going to take some getting used to. He still had his own space and his privacy but it was lessened now and he'd have to remember that. After doing some unpacking, he'd wandered out to main campfire and taken a seat, taking advantage of the overcast day. He really didn't need to end up sunburned on the first day even if he knew about Karla's sunburn salves now.

So, he was out there now, a book resting on one bent knee and back against one of the logs. He knew it wasn't much of a change from what he tended to do on quiet days but Bod saw no reason that a change in setting would mean a change in routine.

[Oooh, a campfire post! Open, of course!]

Current Mood: relaxed

wwiii

Everybody had their grumpy days. Or their uncomfortable days, or their just plain wrong-side-of-the-bed days. And for any reason under the sun, really. It all depended on what was up.

What was up for Warren was spring, headed into summer. Which meant fewer layers or even just the option of lounging around shirtless, a heightened likelihood of seeing pretty girls wearing less than they were a few months ago, and, less pleasantly, a molt.

Large feathered wings were amazing, breathtaking, and absolutely liberating right up until you realized that having a pair of them meant that you'd have to deal with itching, feather dust, and pinfeathers on a seasonal basis. And so Warren had made his way up to the roof in an effort to at least minimize some of the mess in his room to spare Hinata the headache, and was now sitting on the edge, frowning at a molted four-foot long primary feather and trying to figure out what the heck to do with it as he turned it over in his hand.

This sort of thing was so much easier to deal with when his dad could just smuggle it all out through his company as 'medical waste.'

[I don't know. All I know is that I've been vacuuming up cockatiel dust for weeks now, and finally he's starting to drop real feathers so it's time to torment Warren thus. But the roof is open!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

No classes today meant that Jake had been sleeping in (not that this was a new concept). He'd woken up eventually, stomach grumbling and well... he needed food. Honestly, that wasn't a new concept either.

Instead of going to buy something in town however, he'd found some eggs and bacon and was making food. The television in the common room was on and tuned to the Formula 1 practice race because this time of the day, there was little interesting on. For him anyway.

[No work is fun.]

Current Mood: hungry

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!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Inspired by her French class today, Rilla had slipped into her room to pick up her copy of a Victor Hugo novel (in English. Her French wasn't nearly that good) and curled up on a sofa in the common room with the book, an apple and a cup of tea (which tasted a bit stewed. Rilla wasn't used to make her own tea).

This, she decided as she turned a page, was a marvelous way to spend the afternoon.

[OOC: Oh so open.]

Current Mood: calm

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!]

likes_scoundrels

Leia didn't have any classes today, and she felt confident enough about her last class, Battles that Changed History, that she didn't need to study any more, so she was spending the morning lounging in the common room and staring at the TV in something akin to horror. She'd grown used to the primitive two-dimensional transmissions, but the channel she'd ended up on was featuring a show about two badly-dressed women and their more sensible older sister dealing with a magical sword they intended to give to an infant. The idea was completely insane.

At least Spooky Things was next. And that would be more fun to watch.

[ooc: Post brought to you by TNT's morning schedule. Drowning in work, so there may be SP, particularly between 10-11. Frakking flowers. It's Tracy's fault. The fact that I posted, not the flowers. But those are probably her fault, too.]

Current Mood: relaxed

therewaslife

Both of Bod's finals were tomorrow so he was spending the night before...doing absolutely nothing productive. He did have his books out on the table beside him but he wasn't actually studying. It was just such a nice, mild night that he was, instead, sitting and watching the sky.

He knew that probably seemed a bit mundane and boring but sometimes it was just nice to be outside and be lazy. There were definitely things on his mind but he could easily push those aside for relaxation and calm and mellow. Or, well, he could do that for a few moments before he was right back to thinking about all those issues that had been cropping lately.

Things weren't easy but he was finding that he liked it that way.

[open deck is open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

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.

vanillajello

It felt like a good day to at least pretend to be social.

This meant that Kate was spending her morning in the common room, having donuts and vanilla pudding for breakfast. Not necessarily the healthiest of choices, but Kate cared not. She'd have like, an apple, later, okay? Jesus.

And of course, she had a big mug of coffee as she hogged a couch, leafing through an old issue of Cosmopolitan.

It was a good morning. Roommate and neighbour randomness aside, she'd actually had a good week or so.

... She'd start getting twitchy about it if things continued like this for too long. But not yet. Now it was just all good.

[ooc: Open! And my last day of Easter recess oh goodness WHY. *clings*]

living_endless

It was a boring spring Saturday as Didi padded into the common room and flicked on the TV. Sports, news, bad old movie, worse old movie, sitcom rerun ... and then she found a marathon of a teen soap opera.

Those things were like crack, and she'd come in right at the middle of a dramatic babydaddy reveal scene, so Didi let it play for a while. Then a while longer. By the third commercial break, she'd made some popcorn and was shouting advice at the screen.

It was getting irritating that the characters wouldn't listen.

[OOC: Open CR. It's been forever since I posted one of these.]

therewaslife

After his last class, Bod had stopped by one of the local shops and purchased a hot chocolate and some baked goods before heading back towards the dorms. It was nice enough, he thought, that he could stay outside for a little while. Crisp and overcast, it meant that he could settle in a seat and not worry about his pale skin getting assaulted by the sun. To Bod, that was always a good thing.

His week was open after today and Bod intended to fill it with things he'd been putting off for a few weeks now. Of course, he didn't know what he was going to do but the mainland was looking promising and he hadn't visited the graveyard in awhile.

There were things to do. For now, though, Bod was just going to lounge in the chair, eat sweets and drink hot chocolate. At least he was outside while he was lazy.

[deck is open!]

Current Mood: peaceful

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.]

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