Dorm Lobby, Saturday

Saturday, April 9th, 2011 10:26 am
[identity profile] hotmugofstfu.livejournal.com
After attempting to walk to the school in order to open the library today, Blackagar discovered that those little creatures seemed to send you back to the dorms whenever they touched you. It had only taken two times for him to very gracefully stay where he was.

Eying the turtles as they marched on over the grounds.

He was just going to make a mental note to ban turtles from Attilan when he was king while he took a seat. It was a good plan.

[[Open! Especially for those transported there!]]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
It was with morbid fascination that Peter Bishop found himself on a common room couch watching professional wrestling on the television.

He was honestly confused a bit.

"Wait, there's only one of these companies still around?" he said, having tried to flip between the old feuding promotions' shows. "Huh. Guess the future has its other improvements too."

Yes, he was talking to himself. He had extra popcorn and soda for anyone else interested in seeing oiled-up men in tights wrestle around a ring.

[ooc: Open common room is open.]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Don't ask where she had gotten them, or how -- as a former Scout herself, Sookie had sources.

The important thing was that Monday night found Sookie camped out on the couch in the common room with her entire newly-acquired Girl Scout cookie collection as she channel-surfed. And while she was perfectly willing to share, visitors best be warned that her wrath would befall anyone who took the last of her Samoas.

Seriously.

[omg totes open, I wish I had Thin Mints.:(]
wwiii: (Shirtless Comic JOY)
[personal profile] wwiii
It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]
[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com
Wesley felt a little silly, entertaining his bratty child in the common room with board games that she seemed irrationally talented at. Honestly, what nine-year-old could beat a trained and experienced Watcher at Scrabble? He was positive that she was making the words up, but every time he consulted a dictionary, all he saw was Eloise's smug little face smirking at -- sure enough -- the word in question printed right there on the page.

Smug brat.

[[common room is open!]]
[identity profile] dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com
Ramona was just innocently channel-surfing. Seriously. But then she came across what was either the worst movie she'd ever seen, or a work of genius.

She was leaning towards the former.

In any case, it seemed to be a movie about Lucas Lee, who was dying, and the young woman who was in love with him. She thought, anyway. That was what she was getting from the very deep plot, and the scintillating dialogue.

She made herself some popcorn, because really, she needed something to take her mind off the sheer awfulness, and sat down to incredulously watch this...really kind of terrible movie.

[God, I love the Lucas Lee fake movies. <333 Also, trufax, I IM'd [livejournal.com profile] nosefullofsnot to check on this and actually thought the title was Kiss Me, I'm Dying. That's how brilliant this is. Anyway -- open as common rooms are! Oh, and despite icons, her hair is still pink.]
[identity profile] child-of-rer.livejournal.com
Sov brought a radio and a soldering iron into the common room. The radio wasn't strictly necessary, but it was Sov's most priced possession and they wanted to show it to Tony, if nothing else as an example of the type of technology they were used to. They placed the things on the table and sat down, waiting for their friend to show up. They might have been a little early. Tony's promise to show them how to build a radio was important, after all.

[Sov and Tony are going to be nerdy, but it's a very open common room.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was having a pretty good day. He had ordered a couple pizzas from the local pizzeria just to tempt people into the common room.

He was tempting people because he'd set up a Three Card Monte game on a table, and was practicing it. Just for fun, of course. But if anyone wanted to bet, well, he'd do it. With any non-telepath.

Technically he needed another person to work this fully, or so he'd read. But this was mainly just prestidigitation practice.

"Find the lady, find the lady," he said, practicing his patter.

[ooc: Open CR, open post!]
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
After spending part of yesterday giving his equipment a solid field test as he learned how to fight a giant robot, Bruce felt that today was a good day for quiet reflection, a short break from training, and watching a couple hours of shows about real life crimes on the Biography Channel. He wasn't sure why there was a two hour block of crime shows between Finding Hulk Hogan and I Survived... or if this was a regular thing, but it gave him something to focus on and take notes about discreetly in a small notebook.

Yes, this is how he liked to spend lazy Sundays.

[OOC: Open CR!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
With who-knows-what going on outside, Peter settled into a couch with a large plate of microwaved pizza bagels. He didn't know what was going on, he didn't want to know what was going on. It'd just hurt his brain and he didn't want that, not at all.

So, TV. He flipped on to some show where three British guys talked about cars. That he could understand just fine. Understand and enjoy, too.

[ooc: Open common room is open!]
vanillajello: (Drinking coffee.)
[personal profile] vanillajello
Kate had been doing okay, this week, even if she'd mostly kept to herself. No rushing to Bristol, no worrying over anyone's life. Things had been... quiet. Almost mellow. And she'd needed something like that.

But this morning her nightmares had woken her up early, and they had been just bad enough for her not to even want to try getting back to sleep. Not with all that disturbing shit lurking right behind her eyelids, no thanks. So she'd slinked off down to the common room.

It wasn't too long before she had a batch of chocolate muffins done, a fresh pot of coffee (which Bod had gotten her for her birthday so it was special occasions only, though she might have been inclined to share), and a cake in the oven.

Today was Bobby's birthday, but he was only getting a couple of muffins with frosting and sprinkles. The cake was for... other stuff.

[ooc: Open common room is open, as early as it is for most of you. And now I want cake. To eat.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
There were a lot of things Peter could have done, now that he was back after spending Thanksgiving with his family. He could have plopped into his room and unpacked. He could have gone and seen if Emma was around.

But for Peter Bishop, that fine Saturday evening, he went into the common room, pulled some Thanksgiving leftovers out of the fridge, and set about making some turkey and dressing sandwiches. The TV was tuned to Ace of Cakes, and Peter himself was more than content.

Life was good. And so were turkey and dressing sandwiches. He even had some to share, if people came in.

[ooc: Open common room!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was having a kind of boring week. Giant robot spiders and Ellis Island aside.

To combat (or perhaps continue) that trend, Peter entered a common room with a stack of pizza boxes (complete with pizzas inside!) and a large bag filled with smaller bags of plastic army men. He set the pizzas to the side, switched on the TV to a terrible war movie about Pearl Harbor starring Ben Affleck, and started covering every surface he could find in army men. Leaving just enough paths that he could step through without crushing some poor green soldier.

Yes, he was definitely bored.

[ooc: Open. Not posting from class bored. Rly]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter was bored, restless, and that was a dangerous combination. He made a big mug of hot cocoa and found something on the TV that would try and keep him occupied.

What he found was an Expose marathon on Spike. He'd never seen the show before, but right now strippers who fought crime while led by Billy Dee Williams?

That was exactly what he wanted to watch.

Oh, teenage boys.

[ooc: Open common room, open post!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter was way too old for Trick or Treating, but he'd still dressed up in a helmet and Bruins jersey. With a couple pizzas set out, he settled in to switch the TV to some weird horror movie about a werewolf. This would be the first of the scary movies for the night. He'd find others on, but right now he liked this one.

After all, that one guy looked rather handsome.

[ooc: Open, but I will admit I disappear in 2 hours to go see Seven Samurai on 35 mm.]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
Feeling a little inspired after Glee Club, Ariel had spent some time in her room, listening to music and dancing, but figured she still had a lot more she could do to develop ideas for actual choreography. She bounced on down to common room to flip on the television and see if she could find something with dancing to inspire her even more.

What she found, though, instead, was Project Runway.

And could only gawk and wonder why, with all the fashion she'd absorbed from her job, she hadn't discovered this until just now.

She so needed to learn how to sew....


[[ guess what I've been watching all day. Open common room is open! ]]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was sitting on the couch, eating a delicious hamburger.

A delicious hamburger with an extra portion of freshly cut onion on top.

And no, he hadn't been crying. It just had been raining on his face.

The TV was tuned to an episode of 'Dirty Jobs'. Peter had no trouble eating and watching this show.

[ooc: Open post!]
glacial_queen: (Peeking Thru Foliage)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
"Thanks for coming," Karla said, once everyone had assembled and had a chance to grab something to eat and drink if they were so inclined. "So, those of us who were on the island a few weeks ago remember that great chunks of the island went missing before we were able to set everything aright--including most of the town and all of the restaurants. We were lucky that it didn't last long enough for there to be a food shortage--" in part because the cafeteria had remained, even if people would argue whether the cafeteria had anything that counted as edible in it "--but the point is there could have been. Considering most of us can be described as two-legged locusts, that would have been a serious problem."

"There are any number of reasons why we might get cut off from our usual supplies: an invasion, a trip that doesn't goes as planned, a bout of Fandom weird, whatever. But there are ways we can prepare without wringing our hands and bemoaning our fates: specifically, we can learn some basic skills to let us live off the land if such a thing ever happens. Hunting, gathering, knowledge of edible, medicinal and magical plants are all useful bits of knowledge to have and might serve to keep you and your friends alive should something unexpected happen."

It took Dolf a few seconds to realise the attention was now on him. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since the last time he'd had to speak before a large audience like this, and while they were vastly different people... he scraped his throat. "Hi, I'm Dolf," he started, "I'm here to lead Support Services from now on. Uh," and now that that was out of the way, he did feel a hint of nerves. Not so much because he didn't know where to go with this, but because he hadn't been here for all of these invasions, and he wasn't sure yet what to prepare for.

"...Like Karla said, it can be very important to know what you can eat," he segued, at last. "Some might already know what is good and what is not. Some might not. Meat is also important, so is hunting. If you are under attack, or have to come up with food yourself every day--" he struggled against the English language a little. "--it is important to know these things." He leaned down and picked some leaves off the ground. "This, you can eat, if you smash it enough," he said. "Other things can make tea. There is lots in the forest to be found if you're really hungry. Not just meat, but the plants. It takes work to recognize sometimes, but it's there."

He closed his mouth, exhausted with the language, but then opened it again to point at a few random plants around them. "Edible. Poison. Uh--" He blushed. "...don't try that."

Only then did he send a questioning look in someone else's direction. He'd completely forgotten about his nerves, and now he wondered if he'd said too much.

Tara didn't think he'd said too much, but it felt like time to step in. "And, um -- people who do magic can find supplies here, too." She knelt to pick a flower. "This one is in most protection spells. The bark of that tree helps find lost objects. And the red berries on that bush over there make a good base for love spells. Not that I think people should do love spells."

Karla shook her head at Tara's last comment and stepped forward again. "Yeah. Definitely avoid the love spells. But, no matter why you might find yourself out in a place like this, it's filled with things you can use to keep yourself fed, healthy, and stocked up on spells. So, today, we're going on a scavenger hunt in the Preserve. We've got some lists of common plants, herbs, and fungi that can be found in most similar areas. See what you can gather and harvest and bring it back to compare."

[Hold on for OCD up! Co-written with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] swordsandsoccer, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
onlymistaken: (surprise - WTF?)
[personal profile] onlymistaken
Cally's day, once she'd determined that whoever was in charge of this place wouldn't be available until the school started up, had been spent trying the communications device in her room (it could only reach other such devices on Earth), the terminal at the desk next to her bed (with the date on the screen that made no sense to her) and what served as a computer network for the planet. (Just the planet.) Hours and hours later (...there had been a network node labeled "TV Tropes" and suddenly it was evening and she was starving) she couldn't take the isolation any longer, and headed down the corridor to the room that her 'student orientation' booklet swore would contain food, and possibly companionship.

It also contained an impressively large screen, which, when she entered, showed a man and woman systematically insulting every item of clothing their young guest owned before dumping them into a bin and in one memorably moth-eaten case, threatening to set fire to it.

It was simultaneously cringe-inducing and impossible to look away from, which might explain why Cally was now sitting on a sofa with a bowl of something called Frosted Lucky Charms in her lap, liberally doused in...Pepsi. (Or that could just be the alien thing. Like she knew what these people put on their dry food products?)

[OOC: Like a thing which is open.]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal had been putting this off for months now. Considering he had just forty eight hours left on the island, it seemed that his time of hedging and procrastinating had come to an end. When he made bets, he filled them even if it took him time.

So, he'd move some of the furniture aside and out of the way all while wearing a thick bathrobe. Yes, he was wearing spandex pants under that bathrobe and no, he wasn't going to show that off until he absolutely had to. Kate was just lucky he hadn't tried to find a loophole.

There was a boombox nearby, queued up with the most ridiculous song known to man. In a few minutes, he'd have to click play and actually dance.

He was going to dance. In spandex. To a girly song. He hated his life and yet, he'd keep making bets. Stupid bowling game.

[Oh god, this is so open. I'ma put up some OCD just for my benefit but this is SO open. Not Hannibal's last post in Fandom, btw!]
puppy_fair: (Seeing an Angel)
[personal profile] puppy_fair
Well, that was it for another term of workshops, then, and now there was a week to look forward to not a heck of a lot of anything at all.

Zack, of course, was going to kick that off by attempting to get in touch with the Director back in Midgar, to see if there was any important work for him yet. That phone call was met with no answer from Lazard, and so little success. That idea having fallen through, Zack decided to default straight to... Plan B.

...

The view of the clouds was way more awesome from the roof than it was down on the ground! And, in a rare moment of something not unlike planning ahead, Zack had even brought lemonade.

Now he was all set for whatever break week could throw at him, oh yes.

[Open roof, open post! Hi!]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]
endsthegame: (worried arriving)
[personal profile] 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 ]]
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
Bruce lived on the fifth floor. This was only the second. Bruce didn't care. It was the nearest set of showers for him to wash off the stink of sweat, filth, human blood (mostly not his), and grenade launcher exhaust. It had been a long weekend. Residents of the second floor were just going to have to deal with his trespassing.

And his humming. The damn Flower Waltz was stuck in his head after that last fight and it just wouldn't leave.

[OOC: It seems like a lot of people in the lobby were talking about showers, so why not. Come to the showers, wash up, and discuss what exactly that horrifying goop in your hair is! And try not to make out too much, I suppose.]
life_inshadow: ([neu] restless)
[personal profile] life_inshadow
"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thatsamilkshake and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
With Peter bored and classless today, he was sitting at the unlit campfire, reading a book and munching on a coldcut sandwich. He didn't have any food to share. He wasn't quite sure what would happen. Would a lack of food cause no one to come? Would a lack of fire factor into it?

It wasn't a scientific experiment. He was just lazy and his brain was thinking of just about anything other than Proust. All Proust was doing was making Peter want to go buy some cookies.

Mmmm, cookies.

[ooc: Open post! My unannounced mini-hiatus is over, but I'll be a wee bit slow during work hours.]

Main Campfire [evening]

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 08:26 pm
[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com
After trying marshmallows the day prior, Katniss was drawn to the main campfire again tonight -- this time, with food of her own in tow.

She had made a stop in town, using a small chunk of the money she'd brought with her to purchase as many different kinds of food as she could. So, while she had several bags of marshmallows and even a box of Twinkies (they were growing on her), Katniss had bought quite a few moddable things that one might not normally see at a campfire.

While roasting marshmallows proved easy, she soon regretted the decision to try to roast a cupcake. As well as the piece of pizza she tried to hold out over the flames on the end of her stick.

Katniss had never really had enough food to experiment with cooking before. She dutifully ate everything she put out into the fire -- even if it was charred -- but she was well aware there was far too much for her to eat alone.

[open like a campfire!]
[identity profile] thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com
Katniss and Rue had, on the floor before them, a truly bizarre assortment of food: several different kinds of fruit, a couple loaves of bread, a box of Twinkies (she had to prove they were real), and as much candy as Katniss had been able to carry.

"Even I haven't been able to try all of these," Katniss admitted, tentatively pulling a Twizzler.

[open open open! Katniss will share her very moddable food. :D]
thatsamilkshake: (pillowfight)
[personal profile] thatsamilkshake
When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter was deliberately trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to be plastic. He didn't want to deal with that.

It was, however, making sipping his coffee a problem. As he sat in the common room, Dirty Jobs on the TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to accidentally melt something.

That would be terrifying.

He was avoiding thinking of a lot of things, right now. There was only so much the sane human mind could deal with.

[ooc: Open like an open thing.]
notmyownage: (*is lazy*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
No classes or work -- and not quite having the energy to go out and attempt to rebuild the trebuchet -- made for a nice lazy afternoon. Claudia was curled up on one side of the common room couch for a little light reading.

Look, when you spent more than half your time studying theoretical physics, Gravity's Rainbow WAS light reading. Maybe not as light as, say, Vonnegut, maybe. And, okay, she'd only made it 20 pages in, so far. She kept getting distracted by the whole thing with the giant blobby slime monster eating London.

Literature was totally screwed up, yo. English teachers never told you that.

[ooc: Do I have to meta Pynchon? Open!]
notmyownage: (*has hands of hopeful*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
The last thing a hungover girl wanted to be doing was sifting through the trash. But when that hungover girl had spent the afternoon before throwing out all her books, research papers, and gathered supplies? That was just what she was doing.

"Oh god, oh god, please be here, oh god."

Like attacking the trebuchet, getting trashed on mojitos, flashing the bar tender, drunk dialing one of her best friends, and crashing for the night in the graveyard wasn't enough.

[ooc: establishing, but can totally be open, too.]
notmyownage: (*is exasperated*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
Claudia was feeling weirdly restless after class, today. Pacing back and forth in her cabin restless. All she had lying around were, like, chemicals and books. She was so not in the mood to read anything, and you know, when you got down to it, those chemicals just kinda took up space and smelled funky. They were probably an affront to the island gods. She gathered it all up, books, jars of minerals, even her bunsen burner, lugged them outside, and dropped them in the trash, then went to burn off some excess energy.

Which would be why she was out dismantling the trebuchet.

With a sledge hammer.

[ooc: oh but she's gonna hate me for this in the morning. Open.]
notmyownage: (*is adventurous*)
[personal profile] notmyownage
The trebuchet was nearing completion. Soon it would be time for ammunition trials.

But, well, sometimes Claudia was impatient. Which would be why, despite having not yet perfected the counterweight system, she was loading the sucker up with some water balloons -- it'd taken some doing, but she'd finally managed to double up on the balloons so they'd have a chance of surviving the force of the fling and make it to their target.

Time to give this baby a test run.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The first balloon burst halfway up the arc of the fling, sending water all over the trebuchet and its operator. The second flung off backwards into a tree -- but at least the balloon survived.

This was way better than trying to figure this stuff out on paper.

[ooc: bleah, work. Open for distractination!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
One month to the day, even though he hadn't planned it, Peter was back in the rec room playing on the piano. He was awaiting the arrival of his date prearranged meeting person, but while he waited he was playing a bit of Bach, just hoping that maybe the classical music might keep others away. Maybe.

[ooc: Peter is here for one, but totally botherable previous to her arrival!]
longislandiceme: (airquotes)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
Just because he had a fondness for ice didn't mean Bobby hated things like campfires. Because campfires? Meant junk food. And Bobby Drake was always up for junk food.

So there was a cooler of (amazingly) cold sodas to one side, and a good sized pile of various junk foods as well.

Currently, Bobby was experimenting with roasting a Twinkie on a stick, but there were definitely the more traditional s'mores fixings to be found as well.

[ooc: open like a campfire with totally moddable food.]
glacial_queen: (Sapphire-Jeweled Queen)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
There were two tables at the front of the meeting today. The first held the requisite snacks and drinks that people expected from their meetings, but the second was covered in skeins of silk, hollow wooden frames, a few small baskets of dried plants, some salt, candles, incense, and a few books.

"Kiss kiss and thanks for coming," Karla greeted when it looked like everyone had assembled. "In the past, we've talked about the different kinds of magic there are. My Craft differs from Tara's magic which differs from Raven's powers. But even a single witch or magic user may need many tools to cast the spells they know. Some spells can be accomplished with a thought or by will alone, others may need somatic and verbal components to be spoken aloud or specific hand gestures. And others still need materials. Again, because there are so many different kinds of magic, what materials are needed for a spell or ritual will vary from person to person and spell to spell--" she gestured to the second table "--but oftentimes, there is a bit of overlap."

"At home," Tara added, "you need ingredients for just about any spell, unless you, um, kind of go overboard with power. But that'll just drain you. And besides" -- she shrugged -- "most burning herbs smell kind of pretty. Helps you focus while you're chanting."

"Incense and candles also are sometimes a helpful aid for meditation," Raven said, "which can aid in focusing your powers, as can something like my chakra." She touched her fingertips to the red jewel on her forehead, then continued. "My healing gifts do not require any sort of spell components, but other spells I know do need some sort of object to focus them on, an item for the magics to be contained within." She swept her hair back so that the glow of her earrings could be seen. "These were originally simple gold earrings, but I have attached a spell of light to them. For the spell to be most effective, they had to be of pure gold and finely crafted. The better the quality of the item, the more powerful the spell."

"It's important to learn and understand some basic spell components," Karla continued. "On the one hand, if we're under attack and need to cast a spell, knowing what items are at hand will give you a better idea of what spells can be cast. Knowing the difference between rosemary and rue might be vital, especially if the magic user casting the spell can't be with you when you're collecting the materials for the spell. And, should you ever be in a position to observe an enemy spellcaster, it's good to know a little bit about what they're doing, too. Will knocking the candle over interrupt the spell or just alert the caster to your presence? If you scuff the summoning circle, will you send the evil demon back to its hell dimension or just let it loose on Fandom?"

These were some pretty important questions, okay? No one wanted to deal with ravening demons on the loose.

"So today, we're going to spend some time talking about some of the material components to our spells. Then, we're going to talk about where to find those components and the best ways to interfere with spells that rely on them."

"They kept telling me I'm not allowed to say that you'd find the stuff I use to make magic at 'Dite's," Emmett added with a grin. "So this is me not saying that, and just shutting up and listening this week."

[Co-written with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss. Please wait for the OCD is up and has been for awhile. *facepalms* Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ancientbschamp for pointing that out to me.]
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim had eaten, of course, once he and Jason got back this morning from their still being played impromptu camping trip, but he still felt like he hadn't had a good meal in days. So he was down at the main firepit with hot dogs and buns. He'd built up a small fire and was roasting a hot dog on a stick.

[Open with fooood!]
[identity profile] 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.]
wrongkindofsith: (Pimping pretty pink princess style)
[personal profile] wrongkindofsith
There was a pretty, pink princess at the main campfire today.

And because even the influence of powerful hallucinogens didn't change things like highly competitive natures, Princess Cara was the prettiest, pinkest princess of them all.

Shy, demure, but ever so chipper, loving, and positive-thinking, she danced lightly around the campfire, requiring only tiny birds or small, fuzzy animals to sing with to complete the picture of perfect Disney princess-hood.

[Open. So very, very open.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter was technically tempting fate, lying down near the campfire. He made sure his feet were far enough from the fire that he wasn't in danger of accidentally setting himself on fire.

He was humming 'Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds' to himself, looking up at the stars. This totally beat random TV in a common room.

[ooc: Open!]
[identity profile] 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!]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie loved summer. And while it wasn't really summer yet, it was close enough.

The one thing that she didn't really love about summer was the cabins. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy being around her classmates in close quarters. It was that there were certain disadvantages to her telepathy, and those were amplified in close proximity. There were certain members of her cabin in particular who were -- ahem, very loud broadcasters, so it was little wonder that only the second night of being in the cabins found Sookie outside at the main campfire, having taken some preventative ibuprofen.

Granted, there was some niceness to being outside, too -- she loved being outdoors, and even if it was a bit brisk, that only meant that the fire wasn't oppressive. So she got a bunch of hot dogs and marshmallows and IDK other things you can roast on a stick, mod away and set up at the main campfire, hoping to draw in some company that she could at least block out more effectively out here.

[bored. entertain meeeee.]
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim ordered pizza for himself and got a few extra boxes, since he was starting to get a feel of how things worked around here. He turned on the TV and found the Gotham Knights game on one of the high-numbered digital channels. Third inning and the Metropolis Meteors were already leading by four runs. Tim picked up a slice of artichoke heart and Canadian bacon pizza and settled in to watch his team get their asses kicked.
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was in the common room, a couple pizzas laid out on a table in case anyone else wandered in. For the most part, he was just watching the TV. Shows had definitely stayed pretty much more of the same in the past fifteen years, he'd decided.

Except Mythbusters was just about the best thing he'd seen on TV ever. Especially when they just blew stuff up for the hell of it. Which was exactly what they were doing on the show he was watching now.

He had a feeling Walter would like these guys.

[ooc: Open common room is open.]
trigons_child: (Watching)
[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven was just a little nervous to start the reserves meeting. She'd gotten more used to speaking up in class, but talking in front of a group of people who were all looking at her was a different story. A gentle nudge from Karla had been necessary to get her to step forward and begin to speak.

"Many of us here -- not all, I know -- prefer to avoid the fighting for our own reasons," Raven said. "For instance, I am a pacifist, and as an empath, the emotions that arise during combat are often very uncomfortable for me. I will deal with such things when I must heal someone, but I do not belong in the front lines of combat.

"But for those who are engaged in a fight, whether magically or physically, it is best not to do so blindly. When something invades Fandom, we must find out everything about it so that we know how to best repel the attack, and that is where we can provide much needed support. Some of us have abilities to use various forms of divination, be it tarot cards or crystal balls or prophetic dreams. Others are skilled with a computer or are more at home with books, and may have access to information that the rest of us do not.

"Today we would like to talk about what abilities, either magical or mundane, each of us have for researching threats to Fandom. For instance, I sometimes have prophetic dreams of the future, but I know very little about computers. I am just beginning to learn to use one." Just wait 'til she found Rumor Gal fanfic.
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim decided to put Claire's lesson to use and make himself some dinner. He found the pot she'd been using, boiled water and added the pasta. And then added some more because he was pretty hungry and it didn't look like it would be a lot of food. And a little more, in case someone else wanted some.

[Open with food, 'cause he's making way more than needed!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter had found the dorm piano. Having not felt a need to actually study anything for his classes, he decided the best way to spend his evening was playing various songs. And when it came Peter and the piano, it was not stuffy classical music like Bach.

Right now, he was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart. He'd probably take requests. Though if you name a song from the past fifteen years or so he'd have no idea what you were talking about.

[ooc: Open rec room is open!]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter Bishop was not a fan of having his worldview rocked. He typically considered himself a very smart and rational human being.

Seemingly being dumped fifteen some years in the future was not a concept that gelled well with rational and scientific thought. It honestly made him feel like he was going crazy, no matter how much his conversation with Jacob had reassured him.

So Peter slunk into the couch, unable to concentrate enough to read. Instead, he flipped on the TV and proceeded to be horrified by the program that was on. Who thought it would be a good idea to film crazy new Jerseyians and put them on TV?

[ooc: Open common room is open!]
[identity profile] need-no-moon.livejournal.com
Jake had been up early. Freakishly early and he'd taken the time to just run around the preserve, letting his wolf instinct take over to clear his mind. Whether it'd helped was another question as he was now lounging (shirtless) in one of the chairs on the deck with his bare feet propped up on the railing. He was toying with his mobile and finally started typing up a text.

Why did you let the leech come here?

It didn't take long and Jake guessed that Bella must have fallen out of bed.

Bella: Don't call them that. Who are you talking about?
Jake: The tiny one. Alice. Why's she here?
Bella: She isn't there. What are you talking about?

Huh. He stared at the lit up screen, trying to wrap his brain around it. His mobile beeped once more and he automatically pressed to read the next text.

Bella: Can we talk? I miss you.

He wished she wouldn't and he sent her a two letter reply before flipping his mobile off, aware that he was being a jerk. That he was breaking promises, but there was no point in talking. She'd made her choices.

... Now what the hell was that freakish scent that was hanging all around the grounds?

[Sorry, Toothless. Open deck is open. He'll welcome the distraction.]

Fandom High RPG



About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU


Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun





Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Tags