4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Wednesday, January 16th, 2013 08:39 pm
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The food channel was already on when Victor made it to the common room. He was thinking vaguely about the classes he had the next day, though he kept getting distracted wondering if his download of the latest season of Perambulating Corpses was complete yet.

But once he really looked at the TV, he realized it contained a greater horror than zombies. A large man with bleached blond hair was expressing manic appreciation of a deep-fried cheddar curd sandwich topped with gravy and served with a side of sauerkraut.

Apparently, the mess was a breakfast food in ... some corner of America Victor didn't want to go to. He'd eat a lot of things, but he drew the line at that much gravy before 10 a.m.

But he couldn't change the channel. The hyper dude had promised to show him something called chocolate cheesecake waffles next, and he needed to find out what that was.

[OOC: Open common room with Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives playing.]
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

Thursday, December 13th, 2012 07:29 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Jessica didn't even notice it when she settled into the common room to check out the new TV. She was too busy checking out the post-it note that apologized for the mess the previous TV had made of things and then sitting back to watch some television that she WOULDN'T mind viewing.

But as she was flipping channels, she heard a "Psst" from the ceiling. She looked up and saw the mistletoe. "Did you just talk, Random Plant?" The mistletoe made kissing noises. "I'm not putting up with this," Jessica said, turning the TV volume up and moving to a different couch.

"Psst," the mistletoe said again. She looked up. It had moved above her again. "Okay, I'm out of here." But before she could stand up, she saw more mistletoe in the doorway.

She was trapped.

But at least the TV was working right?

[OOC: Idea for the post-it supplied by [livejournal.com profile] so_hawkward.]
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RPG Night, Sixth Floor Common Area, Wednesday Evening

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012 11:27 am
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There'd been a handwavy email sent to the student body inviting them to games night, but Victor realized as he set out notepads and dice and stacked the manuals neatly by the chair he planned to sit on that he might be in over his head. He'd played tabletop RPGs a couple times, sure, but run a game?

Well. Fandom was all about new experiences, and the Lightning Bug premise seemed like an easy hook. He leaned back to study the manual one more time and waited to see who would show up.

[OOC: Open game!]
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Third floor common room [morning]

Saturday, November 17th, 2012 02:58 pm
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Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

Monday, November 12th, 2012 07:42 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Jessica didn't believe in karma. It would be hard to if you were her. She had a crazy life and a crazy past and it didn't really even out neatly like you would expect from a karmic universe.

And yet, something seemed to be making up for the bug thing yesterday. When she walked into the common room, there was ice cream. Plenty to go around, just sitting there suspiciously. Jessica stared at it intently for a minute, then grabbed a spoon and essentially played chicken with some ice cream heading toward her mouth.

At no point did her spider-sense go off. But her spider-metabolism did and it just wanted some damn food.

Fortunately, the ice cream was both untainted and tasty. Maybe there was karma. Or maybe Fandom was just weird.

[OOC: Open common room and moddable ice cream flavors.]
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The dorms lawn- Friday afternoon

Friday, November 9th, 2012 09:04 am
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Sia had Vitor trained pretty well, but he was a breed that needed activity, or she'd come back to her room to find it destroyed. So she brought him to the front lawn to let him run around unleashed for a while, since telekinesis was really good for keeping puppies from successfully running off.

After a while of sitting and watching him attack some leaves, she decided she had no idea what he was doing. And that he was probably having more fun than her at any given moment.


[Also open!]
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Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

Tuesday, November 6th, 2012 03:02 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some moddable snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

Thursday, November 1st, 2012 07:50 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Jessica didn't really feel like checking out whatever was on TV tonight, but it seemed as though the Syfy was calling to her. She could barely resist flipping over to see what motion picture atrocity they were showing tonight.

It was worse than she could have imagined. It seemed there was a marathon of Sarnac Lake movies on tonight. And, okay, that was bad enough and Syfy should have been ashamed of themselves. But the worst thing? "Wait, they made four of these? That is four times as many as I thought possible."

Apparently Jessica was at the "eating popcorn while watching terrible movies about killer crocodiles" stage of grief.

[OOC: This post brought to you by Elaine, and the fact that yes, there are four Lake Placid movies.]
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Fifth floor common room- Wednesday later evening

Wednesday, October 24th, 2012 05:36 pm
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Between class and showing up at the party, Sia had gone to rent a movie for the very first time. She felt like it shouldn't have been that difficult, but she'd never spent much time watching holovids for fun at home, and she didn't know much of what this place had. So she'd finally asked someone for recommendations for something mindless that would get Jessica's mind off things, that didn't have death, violence, or superheroes.

This would be why the table had various Meg Ryan movies in a pile on it, along with a lone Bro, Where'd You Put My Vehicle? because someone had insisted it was an instant cheer-up even after Sia'd spent a good while frowning at the cover.

There was popcorn and When Henry Met Suzanne on, and Sia would claim this was only half her fault.


[It's Cheer Up Jessica Day AND an open CR.]
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Pajama Club Meeting: First floor lobby, Tuesday after classes

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012 03:54 pm
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Olive was slouched across one of the couches, her bare legs dangling over an arm as she ate cereal and watched the Lucas Lee movie she had on. Did it matter which one? No. They were all...basically the same, anyway.

"Anyone wanna share a cute thing they did as a child?" she asked, waving. "I built a fort. The end."

Olive didn't really want to share about the weekend, no. But you were welcome to!
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2nd Floor Common Room | Sunday Afternoon

Sunday, October 21st, 2012 01:07 pm
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Jim had not de-aged by a decade or so overnight. He was hip to the change around the island though and hadn't really ventured out of his room due to that. He wasn't a babysitter and he really didn't have a lot of experience with kids.

But, Jim was not one to just stick around one place for a long time which is why boredom (and hunger) had him making his way down to the common room. He found some dried cereal and dropped down onto the couch. He didn't turn on the television and tried to eat quietly.

Maybe if he wasn't too obvious, no kids would discover him. And then he could get the boredom out of his bones and find something else to do. Off island was looking tempting right now.

[Despite Jim, post is open for all]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday evening]

Saturday, October 20th, 2012 07:38 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive had come back from the carnival and wasn't tired at all. In case you were wondering. But what she was in the mood for? A fort.

It only took a little bit of work -- she pulled the blanket off the really, really big bed she'd woken up in (she told her parents she was ready for a big-big kid bed!) and set to work in the common room, shoving chairs around to drape the blanket over.

Mid-construction, she shoved her cereal from earlier inside the fort. She'd need snacks when she was all done with her fort, obviously. She'd also brought out her puppy (PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) from her room, and Ally was watching the process intently, occasionally swatting down the blanket so Olive had to start over. She was helping.

[open for fort construction or if you'd like to come enjoy it!]
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Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Saturday, October 20th, 2012 08:06 am
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Now, Topher could tell that there was some kind of activity going on outside. It looked like a fair or a carnival, but either way it didn't really hold much appeal to him, and besides that he didn't think his parents were around to buy him a ticket. So he wasn't going to bother with it.

Instead he went to the kitchen, and with his trusty goggles on, he climbed onto a chair and began assembling a sandwich. What he really wanted was pancakes, but he had no idea how to make those. A sandwich, though, he could do, even if the cheese-to-turkey ratio was turning out awfully high and about sixty percent of the lettuce (because all sandwiches had to have lettuce even if it was gross, right?) was ending up on the floor. He figured there was probably a housekeeper here like at home who could take care of that.

Once he was done, he got a chocolate milk carton out of the fridge and settled at the table to eat his breakfast. Maybe he'd be the only one here. He'd like that.
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The Roof [Thursday evening]

Thursday, October 18th, 2012 01:49 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
So. She was really, obviously,stupid to think that things would be different here, right? Like...she could just have friends here, and be happy, and oh, god, last week she'd had a party and people had come and no one had made fun of her or paid her at all, and she had a homecoming date, and --

Well. Probably not, anymore. Olive was back to feeling just as ostracized as she had back in Ojai. And it wasn't even that she was embarrassed about what she'd done -- that was a little bit of it, sure. But the reason she was up here on the roof, crying, her knees tucked up to her chest -- and crap, now the cliches were following her, too -- was that she'd gotten used to things just being...normal here. And now the whole thing had followed her after all, and there was a common room of people she actually cared about laughing at her all trussed up in lingerie, who all knew about all of the lying.

So, yeah. Cliche or not, she would just sit here and feel sorry for herself, and then run back down to her room and pack her things before Karolina could notice she was gone. Or something. That didn't seem like the most intelligent course of action, but she couldn't think clearly at the moment.

[totally open, obviously.]
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Pajama Club Meeting: First floor lobby, Tuesday after classes

Tuesday, October 16th, 2012 02:45 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
IT WAS COLD AS HELL TODAY.

Okay, maybe not really -- maybe it was like, mid-to-high fifties, or whatever. It was still clearly time for Olive to bust out the cozy pajamas. She was curled up on the couch under a blanket with her Frosted Flakes this week, as a bunch of cheerleaders on the screen showed everyone what spirit fingers really were. Classic slumber party fare, yes.

"So hi, did everyone have a nice break?" Olive asked, waving a corner of her blanket. Close enough to an actual wave, sure. "And do we have, like, official business? I mean, we're a club. I feel like we should. Do you guys want to think about doing an...event or something?" She shrugged. "Or we could just stay under our blankets and keep on marathonning early 2000s comedies. I'm fine with that."
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Pajama Club Meeting: First floor lobby, Tuesday after classes

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012 01:54 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive's pants and baby blue tank top were a lot more whimsical than she necessarily felt today, between the weekend and then dealing with stuff with Jim last night, not to mention her inner battle of stupid earlier (which, spoiler: she had been a total chicken and stupid had won and she'd slunk back to the dorms with her coffee and Trix without purposely going to see anyone. Because she sucked.)

But it was pajama club, dammit. She would put on a whimsical face for them. Plus, it'd probably help her mood, some. So the TV had cartoons on it -- not the crappy ones they showed nowadays, but the good Looney Tunes stuff she remembered being on TV sometimes when she was a kid. And there was cereal. And blankets. Let's all just make a cuddle fort, okay?

"Does anyone have any trauma to share from the weekend?" Olive asked, over her bowl of cereal. "Because I don't feel like sharing my trauma but maybe someone has a better story. Also I don't have trauma so much as irritation and relief people are gone, but I figured that 'trauma' makes for a better reason to lie around in our pajamas, am I right?"
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

Monday, October 1st, 2012 07:32 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive was in slightly better spirits tonight than she had been last night. Seventeen and melodramatic or not, a little distance helped things, and the whole Rhiannon...everything was sort of funny in hindsight. Most of it, anyway.

Besides, things were better when she had a project. The last time Rhi had pissed her off, it'd been a lot worse, and she'd bought herself a new wardrobe and sewn red felt As onto everything. This was a little less drastic -- as it was officially October, Olive had decided she ought to get to work on her Halloween costume.

So Monday night found her on the floor with several shades of blue and green tulle stacked neatly beside her as she carefully stitched each layer into a length of blue ribbon. It would be a painstaking process, yes, but she'd found a pattern she liked on Etsy and aside from this piece, the costume should be kind of easy. Mmm, a distracting project and laziness? Right up Olive's alley.

The TV was on in the background, presently on Jeopardy. "Who is Groucho Marx?"

"Who is Jack Benny?"

"You're an idiot," Olive told the woman on the television, who'd just lost four hundred dollars.

[omg open CR is open. Let us all mod Jeopardy questions, though that's a real one from tonight!]
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

Sunday, September 30th, 2012 07:27 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
After seeing Peter off earlier and giving him whatever was left of a report, Jessica was in a pretty good place. For as similar as they were and as much as she owed him (both for his genetic material in the first place and backing her up against Octavius a few months ago), they had never really spent any time with each other out of costume. It felt kind of great.

But he was going back to his own crazy life at his own crazy high school and she was here. And she needed something to do. Something vaguely social. Fortunately, there was a TV in the common room, there was popcorn, and there was a bad movie on cable starring a guy who was apparently a former Fandom High teacher. Thank you, internet, for that info.

It was the kind of insanely stupid fun that you needed to come down from a strangely emotional weekend.
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Pajama Club [Tuesday after class]

Tuesday, September 25th, 2012 03:24 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Today, Olive was already into the cereal -- she'd gotten some lower-sugar options this time for the health-conscious, Stacey -- and lounging on the couch in a pair of flannel pants and a tank top. On the TV was the meta for The Breakfast Club, which Olive had, naturally, seen about four thousand times already.

"Hey," she greeted, waving a hand but not like, getting up or anything when people wandered in. "So, I'm thinking that as far as clubs go, ours is probably kind of low on the 'official business' end of things, but does anyone have any ideas for stuff we should think about doing? Maybe like a school-wide slumber party or something? Oh, and jeez, how many of you have parents coming this weekend? Should we agree on a fake name for this club to impress people's folks? Is that a problem we should worry about? Thoughts?"
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

Monday, September 24th, 2012 08:22 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive sort of missed the wee monkey she'd had this weekend offscreen. Like, Ally was great, but tiny, talking monkey? That was the dream, wasn't it?

So Monday night found her lounged on the couch in the common room, Ally flung across her legs as Olive lethargically flipped channels.

Granted, she hadn't really stopped long enough to really settle on anything -- or watch anything long enough to settle on it -- but still. "TV's stupid," she decided in a drawl, because impulse judgements were her life.

[omg i'm still so tired but i haven't played in three days. open!]
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Pajama Club! - First floor lobby [Tuesday after classes]

Tuesday, September 18th, 2012 01:32 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal (though pretty much everything was colorful or chocolately or sugary. No Raisin Bran for you. Who were you people, who wanted like, Chex at Pajama Club?) as well as some milk and a set of bowls. Since it was still relatively warm out, Olive's pajamas were not particularly cozy, but they were, at least, pretty cute.

"Welcome to Pajama Club," she said, once pretty much everyone was assembled. "I'm Olive, if you didn't already know. And I'll be honest, this mostly started as a joke but I'm kind of super-glad that so many people turned out. Um, for our first meeting, I figured we'd do introductions and maybe you could share why you joined? Oh, and your favorite type of cereal, so I know what to get for meetings."
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The Deck | Sunday Afternoon

Sunday, September 16th, 2012 11:14 am
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Realizing that you'd been a recluse the last half of a week was great motivation to making sure that never happened again. Jim was the type of guy who surrounded himself with people for both entertainment and so he wouldn't have to think too hard about his own life. Who knew what he'd find down that path when left to his own devices.

As soon as he'd woken up and gotten himself together, he'd headed out. He hadn't gone far, just down to the deck but it was a nice day, crisp and fresh, and the chairs looked comfortable. He'd dropped down in one, kicked his feet up and slid his dark sunglasses over his eyes.

After a few seconds of sitting in silence, Jim started to get bored. But, he was comfortable which made the thought of getting up and finding something else to do a little daunting. His phone was within reach, at least. Maybe he'd just send random messages to random people to see what that did.

At the very least, it'd make him laugh.

[Deck is open to everyone and anyone]
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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Saturday, September 15th, 2012 08:23 pm
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Okay, so Sparkle had attempted to detach the velcro-cat several times on Thursday, to no avail. And on Friday, he'd been kind of flattered that the little black blob of clingy kitten had stuck around, but kind of concerned all the same. It wasn't as though he knew how to take care of a pet, after all. He'd fed it a can of tuna, gave it some water, and took it outside to do its business a few times, because it wasn't like he owned a litterbox or anything.

When Velcro was still around this morning, he'd relented. Even used some of the money he'd been saving from working at Demon Marcus to get cat supplies that morning, because... well, if it was going to stick around, it was probably a good idea to keep it from crapping in his laundry pile or something.

The thing was, Velcro didn't seem to like the crunchy cat-kibble things that Sparkle had bought. A bit of a piss-off, since he didn't have all that much money in the first place, but hey, that was what common room food was for, at least until he could wean the little guy off of people-food. A rummage through the cupboards, at least, yielded some canned food that the kitten did seem to like.

"Hah! Cats do too eat ham!"

Why did Fandom let Sparkle keep the cat, again?

[OOC: Open common room is open, and all Sparkle threads will be fuelled by the power of chocolate-covered espresso beans. Fear.]
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Thursday, September 13th, 2012 04:24 pm
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Alec had a cat.

She was grey and tiny -- much, much less fat than Church, his cat from home -- and had claimed for herself a spot in his lap. She also seemed oddly fascinated by his tea, occasionally swiping her paw into his mug in fascination. There wasn't a whole lot Alec could do to stop her, either; he tried moving his mug to the table beside him, and then to the back of the couch, but she only tried climbing after it, and Alec thought he should probably avoid letting her do that.

Which was why he had no choice but to leave her alone on the couch for just a moment as he got up bring the teapot from the stove over to the table for a refill. When he came back, though, he found that in his absence, the kitten hadn't been playing with the mug, but had instead managed to open the six or seven other Pokéballs that had been scattered around the couch.

Alec blinked. "I guess I asked for that."

And so he sat down on the couch, surrounded by kittens that immediately scrambled to snuggle him.

It was probably a pretty weird sight.
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Wednesday, September 12th, 2012 08:02 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
Jessica walked into the common room to... Um. To. Crud. To do something. She walked into the common room to... do... something. But now she was standing by the doorway because she completely blanked on what she was coming here to do. Watch something on TV? She wasn't hungry, so it wasn't food related. Did she forget something in there? She was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

She turned to walk out of the room when she was struck by inspiration. She was in here for... Damn. She lost it the second she walked back into the room.

Screw it. Whatever. She was just going to have a seat, turn on the TV - the stupid Extreme Musical Chairs Game Show That Sounds Like Cursing was on and, well, sometimes you had to watch train wrecks like Oh Sit! - and wait for the universe to reveal why the hell she was there in the first place. Even if it did mean she was going to impatiently look around to see what she missed like every five seconds.

[OOC: Last week when [livejournal.com profile] dirtiest_skank asked me for CR prompts, this was rejected for the Spanish DNC. So I'm using it now. Because I had something else in mind but couldn't remember what it was.

And just so there's no confusion, Oh Sit! is an actual show on the CW. I DON'T KNOW HOW. All I know about it comes from that link.]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]

Monday, September 10th, 2012 06:43 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.

Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.

And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.

[open, la.]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday late morning]

Saturday, September 8th, 2012 11:12 am
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
When Olive had woken to the shrieks of her classmates and seen unfamiliar young ladies in the halls, she'd put it together with the information she'd been given about people changing genders, and she laaaaaaughed. Oh, initially, how she'd laughed.

But eventually, the laughter had given way to her natural instinct to help, along with her resourcefulness. So Saturday morning found her in the common room vaguely making pancakes (she'd gotten a batch down) and, more important, with a box of her (many, many) clothes and a sign set up beside it. Yes, she had included some of her items from the whole...thing. No, she had not included any bustiers. Or bras. You were on your own there, boys. But there was quite a collection of tank tops and cardigans and leggings and skinny jeans, at least. (And a Juicy sweatshirt that probably should go to someone with bigger boobs than her own. She'd been told this.)

TAKE SOMETHING. BECAUSE NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO DRESS WITH BOOBS, AND YOU MIGHT STILL WAKE UP LIKE THIS TOMORROW


In smaller letters, she'd added:

Ladies, feel free to donate to the cause. Write your name on the tag and I'll make sure it gets returned to you.


There was a sharpie beside the box for such a purpose -- and an "OP" on each of Olive's tags -- and she'd brought her sewing kit down for modifications, should they be needed.

And of course, in her pocket, she had a camera, too. She was kind, but she wasn't stupid.

[open CR is open, for all your "oh god i need clothes" needs, and/or if you are a kind person who'd like to donate. or if you just want pancakes to go with your breasts!]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Thursday night]

Thursday, September 6th, 2012 08:21 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive had woken today to discover that, tragically, she did not still taste of oranges. She did move past this -- she'd kind of hoped it was a permanent change because hi, oranges tasted nice and Olive occasionally had a slightly dirty mind -- and had gone to class and everything.

But then a whole new tragedy had occurred.

She was parked in front of the television with a bottle of nail polish and bared feet, fully prepared to have an evening of politics and pedicures. But every time she tried to watch the DNC -- she really, really wanted one of the celebrities coming tonight to yell at a chair, shut up -- it was in Spanish. On CNN, on NBC -- all the news channels were, inexplicably, only broadcasting the convention en español.

And so Olive, nail polish forgotten, was trying to parse together what she could, based upon three years of public school Spanish. "Barack Obama has a...help for the February?"

Olive had never been gifted at foreign language, no.

[totes open, and bless you, [livejournal.com profile] craftyladyparts, for the prompt.]
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Wednesday, September 5th, 2012 07:22 pm
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
After work, Jessica was still trying to deal with the fact that she tasted like SPAM. It displeased her so much that she felt the strong need to grab some food from the common room that would allow her poor tastebuds to focus on something else.

The fact that there was a cake with seven candles in it for some reason seemed like karma. Or justice. Or dumb luck. Or like an opportunity to make a seven year old cry. But since the odds of that last one being true seemed small, Jessica took a piece of cake. And it tasted pretty great. Like karmic justice. And definitely not SPAM.

[OOC: Common room is open and cake is wonderful!]
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Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

Monday, September 3rd, 2012 03:07 pm
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It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday night]

Sunday, September 2nd, 2012 09:11 pm
[identity profile] dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com
Olive had gotten herself some popcorn and settled down in front of the television to see what was on to occupy her overactive little brain. What she found, instead, was some show she'd never seen where they seemed to just be playing YouTube video after YouTube video.

She'd never be able to go on the internet again. "Oh my god, why would you think you could eat that many cupcakes at once? Why?"

Still better than the Cactibear, though.

[open CR is open. Feel free to mod that whatever's on the TV is horrifying/really weird/gross/whatever. IT'S THE DREDGES OF YOUTUBE, GENERALLY.]
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The Roof, Late Saturday Morning

Saturday, September 1st, 2012 06:09 pm
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Fall was coming, Karolina could feel it. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, the whole idea of fall on the east coast, though she supposed she was going to take it as it came. No use fighting the seasons.

Still, she'd taken her glorious breakfast of a Pop-Tart up on the roof this morning, sitting on the ledge and looking out over the town. The day was mostly cloudy, but even with just a little sun coming through every once in a while, she was happy enough. Recharging.

And after hesitating and fidgeting a while, she even took off her bracelet. There was no one else on the roof. She could let her true colors show – if that's what they were, the shimmery yellow and pink and blue. She wasn't sure yet.

But it did still feel nice to be out in the open air.

[ooc: Open, omg!]
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3rd Floor Common Room | Thursday Evening

Thursday, August 30th, 2012 06:39 pm
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Despite looking and acting like a complete nerd, Stiles did really have a love for sports. He just sucked at playing them for the most part. So he was actually pretty excited about college football starting up tonight and had the TV in the common room playing ESPN so he could maybe pick up bits and pieces of the game. Bits and pieces because Stiles couldn't manage to sit still and watch TV for more than five minutes without getting bored.

To fight that he had also brought his laptop out with him and was now sitting on the couch googling possible ways he could hide his scent in an attempt to keep Derek from knowing he visited a certain bar. Huh...would Cade mind if he rolled all over his sheets?

[I took off work today, so here's a common room]
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The Roof [Thursday after classes]

Thursday, August 30th, 2012 12:09 pm
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Olive, unlike most who ventured up to the roof, was not up here to smoke, or cry, or contemplate the mysteries of the universe. She was up here for the view. It wasn't like looking over Ojai from up in the mountains -- there was an ocean instead of groves and groves of orange trees, for one thing -- but it still was pretty enough in its own way to distract her from the threat of homesickness. 

And there was also a definite perk to being up here rather than being in hills, and that was that it was super-easy to toss things over the edge and see if she could hit small, self-declared targets. So once Olive had taken in enough of the view, she sprawled near the edge of the roof and started tossing little rocks off the edge with the intention of hitting specific targets, like a fallen leaf on the lawn. Eventually, creativity prompted her to fold up a paper airplane, which she sent sailing off the roof only to have it crash fairly quickly. 

Now she was devoted to folding a small supply of them, with changes in their folding to see if they'd succeed at aerodynamics a little better. She might have been mildly bored, yes, but at least she was bored in a nerdy way.

[open roof is open. i'm in and out of meetings for a little bit here but free of kids and with nothing to plan for the next week. Feel free to mod being hit by a tiny rock or a paper airplane if you'd like.]
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012 05:17 pm
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Tonight, Toby decided, was a 'laze around in the common room with pizza and hilariously terrible movies' sort of night.

Which was why there were a number of pizza boxes on the table, and Cactibear- that made-for-TV classic about a half-bear, half-cactus that killed base-jumpers- on TV.

Aww yeah.

[eta: FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP RIDICULOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT'S HAPPENING ON SCREEN, GUYS. ANYTHING GOES.]
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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Monday, August 27th, 2012 06:16 pm
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Tony had the television on what appeared to be CNN, and his laptop out for the sort of coding session that made lesser men go blind. Or insane. Oddly enough, this is what he was doing for fun, though. Tony Stark's fun is not the normal idea of fun.

On the plus side, he'd apparently ordered enough pizza to feed either a small army or a handful of teenagers.

Welcome to the wonders of free food in the common rooms, newbies. Aren't you glad you came here?

[[Open, of course!]]
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Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday evening]

Sunday, August 26th, 2012 04:47 pm
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So, okay, Olive had sort of...sublimated all the stuff from yesterday. It was just easier, if she stopped freaking out and just rolled with stuff. So, okay, yesterday she'd met a guy from another galaxy and a robot and hey her roommate could fly. No big deal. Really.

You know what was helping? TV. Olive wasn't like, a TV junkie or anything, but being able to count on a Sunday afternoon spent in front of a marathon of the meta for Futurama was like a universal constant. A multi-universal nexus constant, even, it seemed.

So Olive had brought out her sewing to the common room and flung herself down on the couch, eyes half-trained on the screen and half on her needle. Eventually, she might even get up and make popcorn or something, but that seemed like work. Right now, she was good where she was, thanks.

[open, totes. And do you know how hard it is to make up a meta for Futurama? I don't usually give up on these things.]
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