fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with peter parker

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

In a coordinated ~~attack~~ redecorating effort some changes were made in the dorms.

The gym now had a logo of a Stickbug painted on the floor along with the slogan "Stickbugs 4-Evah!".

The floor of the lobby of the dorms was now covered in sand and decorated with a few beach balls and a couple of beach chairs.

And finally a certain principal's office now had a disco ball and looked like the proper place to do a little dance, make a little love and then get down tonight.

Stickbugs forever, yo.

[NFI but yes feel free to notice the changes...]

mrodneymckay.livejournal.com

Rodney figured the one good thing about the big Valentine's Dance was that he'd at least have the Common Room to himself all evening. He made a pot of coffee before settling himself length-wise across the couch. Once he was comfortable, and he was sure his coffee mug was within easy reach, he opened his book and started reading.

Periodically, Rodney could be heard muttering things along the lines of 'physics for dummies' as he read.

[CR is open like Rodney's social calendar.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After becoming possibly the first example of anyone ever actually receiving cosmic punishment for deleting a chain e-mail, Peter reached the common room, still wearing the shirt and sleep pants he woke up in. Sadly they weren't red and blue to match the icon and video but you don't always get what you want.

Peter felt so happy that he HAD to dance in what could be described as a 'gay, gay way', and he wanted to share that happiness with everyone. He continued to do this for a while, just dancing and humming the music that was in his head. He was definitely going to be hiding this afternoon after the curse wore off.

[OOC: Open as a CR, but WARNING: Watching Peter dance while he's under this curse will, in fact, make you gay. Temporarily, at least. Any characters who watch this will feel the incredible urge to kiss someone of the same gender. Once they do so, the urge will go away. You know, unless they already were gay. Or they just find that they kind of like it. Sorry guys, but Peter himself isn't up for kissing. He's too busy dancing.

Honestly, I've been waiting to do something like this for two years now. That's just sad.

~~ETA: Ha. The day I do something I actually get a call from a friend. Back in a few hours. Feel free to go on without me and mod Peter as continuing to dance.~~

Son of ETA: Back now, and going to ping in everywhere. Wheee!]

ashockingbitch

Jenny's homework was to cook a meal, right? That people could eat? Well, Sunday night seemed as good a time as any to make breakfast for her fellow students. After all, she'd only woken up a few hours ago, so it totally counted as breakfast time. She'd decided to take this to the fifth floor in case she set something on fire. More plausible deniability that way.

There was cereal from a box, bacon that was not quite burnt around the edges, some slightly questionable scrambled eggs, tea, and toast. There was nothing wrong with the tea or the toast.

((Open like a common room!))

smartestone

After waking up this morning, Hermoine went intop the common room. She didn't like anyone because of her rebellious nature, but they all seemed to love her so she thought she should give them what they wanted until she got bored. All the girls were jealous because they wanted to be here and all the guys wanted to be with her and no one could evar tame her.

She took a seat on the sofa that wasn't worthy to be sat on, but whatever, and started flipping through channels using magic. The remote stayed on the table. She had learned new magic that meant she didn't need a wand or anything,a nd she could just do stuff. Because even if books were stupid she was just street smart.

Hermoine stopped when she got to one of the MTV channels that played music. They were playing her FAVORITE MCR song.

[Hermione Sue is back! In a different, Bitchiwitch incarnation, but she- and the typos involved- should still turn my brain into liquid. Open!]

Current Mood: bitchy

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Armed with a bottle of water and a towel, John had headed down to the gym for his daily workout. Just because he was on vacation didn't mean he could afford to slack off. Besides, he knew it would be a while before Rodney got himself together after their trip and maybe he'd see some old friends.

Like his room, the gym was just as he remembered it. As he ran laps, John wondered if the students here still had a flag football club.

[ooc: No official practice, yet again. Also, no new pretty, but now he looks just like his icons, omg how is JF 40?]

multiplez

The good thing about this break thing? No classes.

The bad thing about this break thing? No classes. So Z had to find something else to entertain herself with. To that end, she had decided to do some actual cooking, as opposed to 'poking buttons on the Synthetron' cooking. Anyone in the vicinity of the third floor common room around lunchtime would be able to smell Mexican food cooking: enchiladas, to be precise.

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron has been sitting in front of the TV for quite some time now. He seems to be entranced with a television show that deals with Aurors but in a muggle variety. They also seem to be obsessed with SUV's.

And there's a "DOINK DOINK" sound that keeps happening that appears to have some sort of hypnotic quality.

[Open like a common room]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was somewhat restless tonight. If he were in New York, he's probably go out webswinging. Unfortunately Fandom's buildings weren't tall enough. That meant late night infomercials.

"Girls Gone Wild? No thanks. Bowflex? Not for me. Shortcut to Internet Millions? Only if I can go back to before the dot com bust. Ultimate HGH? Is that even legal?"

Peter sighed. What had happened to all of the good infomercials? He continued to watch, drifting just enough into sleep that his reaction time might be a little off.

[OOC: First thread locked to Peter and a certain visitor, please, but after that open if anyone's around at this time of night. Audience participation is encouraged!]

smartestone

As was becoming almost habit, Hermione headed down to the gym early to help set up for the bi-annual club fair. Tables were set up for each club, with chairs for the club heads to sit behind, so they could explain their clubs and get people to use the clipboards on the table to sign up.

There was a refreshments table, and Hermione was around if anyone had any questions.

[~~Wait for the blissfully small OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

can_be_more

Aeryn's all packed, and not really in the mood to see the room looking so much different. She hates the look of boxes and bags all packed up, so it's easier to head to the gym, though she's not being very into her workout. She's not really looking forward to leaving, and she hates goodbyes. So she figures John can say goodbye to who he needs to in the room, and anyone who knows her will know where else hey can find her.

[It's say bye to Aeryn time. *sniff* She's leaving Fandom tonight. And SP is love.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

He had been back in town for a couple days and watched his girlfriend leave. This meant one thing: Saturday night vegging in front of the TV with enough popcorn for anyone who might stop by.

Tonight he was watching the Discovery Channel, the big nerd.

[OOC: Open, of course.]

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was ~~suicidal~~ nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

Current Mood: jubilant

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Somebody put a whole bunch of candy on a table in the common room.

That same somebody put up signs saying "FREE CANDY! FOURTH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!"

And then he went back to his room on the second floor, far away from any kids that would be unable to get to sleep thanks to him and his sugar.

[OOC: Jim's not here anymore. He's just mean.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Sammy, Dawn and Jo all had class this morning, which left Dean more or less in charge of the entire tribe.

Having long ago learned the value of both television and food when looking after kids, Dean got them all down the hall to the common room and settled down in front of the tv watching cartoons as he cooked breakfast.

This was giving him deja vu to when he would do this for Sammy. Granted this was in bigger numbers, but it wasn't really that different.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are, there's probably enough food to feed people whose last name isn't Winchester too]

Current Mood: nostalgic

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"Ricky" led the way out of Room 220 and made his way to the common room. He had a performance tonight, after all, and he had to get set up.

"Where is the band?" he wondered. "Luuuucy?"

[OOC: Peter and Zero received an anniversary present of matching gremlin bites. How sweet. Their humiliation is open to all, of course.]

swerval_zero

Zero set up camp at a card table with a hand-lettered sign on the front:

EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE!
Sign this petition to show you want Alec to stay
Get a discount on admission to my new movie!

He does not have hairy toes!

It's not a bribe, it's an incentive.

Oh, yeah, she also had a basket of lollipops for petition-signers.

swerval_zero

Zero lounged on the sofa in black pants and a Flogging Molly shirt, though even without the green in the shirt she would have been safe from evil pinchers thanks to the hue of her hair. The Pogues were blasting from the stereo, and in the kitchen was a feast of corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, and triple chocolate brownies. So that last wasn't Irish. Neither was Zero.

There was also, in lieu of beer, white grape juice with green food coloring in it.

Come! Enjoy!

swerval_zero

It was Oscars time, which meant, of course, it was time for a party, thrown together at the last minute because Zero had been in editing a lot recently. She had set out an array of ~~handwavey~~ bite-size tasty appetizers, big bowls of popcorn, and an assortment of sodas, water, and sparkling juices.

Come! Snark at celebrities! Try to guess who's wearing a dress by ~~totally fictional designer~~ Claude Shi!

((OOC: It was totally always in the right place. Really.))

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course).

Kawalsky was in the common room with a couple of pizzas, knowing that it was always wise to bring extra if you were going to eat in a public space.

[OOC: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Current Mood: cheerful

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavy~~ shopping for supplies and food, Peter and Isabel decorated the Common Room and hung a banner across the back saying "Congratulations on Surviving Our First Week of Classes!"

A big cake ~~of whatever flavour you want to mod~~ saying much the same thing, soda, chips, and lots of other food were laid out on the table along with poppers, kazoos, noisemakers, and other party favours and games.

In short, the Common Room was set up for a big Student Council sponsored party for all students old and new.

{OOC: Isabel modded with permission. Have fun modding the party favours and games and food available!]

swerval_zero

After realizing she hadn't taken her turn at feeding the voracious hordes recently, Zero made a trip down to Ching Tai and returned with prodigious amounts of Chinese takeout, which she set up in the common room. Then she helped herself to some ginger chicken and lounged around watching "Mighty Capin' Justice Magicians" on the TV. Her good deed for the day was done.

((Open to all, as common rooms usually are. :D))

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Two figures were on a mission. There were a lot of new people. Possibly too many new people. The figures would never be able to memorize everyone's names without a visual aide of some sort.

Fortunately, they had a lot of name tags left over from the last time they did this. The red-haired figure carried the list of rooms where they may have been new people. The brown-haired figure shoved two name tags and a Sharpie under the doors of those rooms. Unfortunately, the list wasn't quite accurate, so it was really kind of a crap shoot as to who got the tags.

It was the thought that counted, though. And the thought in this case was that this would make it so much easier to remember names, which would also help everyone be more polite.

It was a win-win scenerio.

[OOC: Peter Parker and Alanna (who has been modded with permission) are being stealthy and attempting to distribute blank name tags to all of the new students. If you would like to receive a name tag and wear it, or receive a name tag and not wear it, or not receive a name tag, or not receive a name tag and complain about it, it's all up to you. This is for both new and old students because Peter and Alanna really have no clue who all they're delivering this stuff to.

Also, you don't have to write your actual name down or anything. *hopes for a Seymour Buttes*

Actions are okay to broadcast, but please keep the identities of the stealthy figures a sekrit. Thank you.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Before going down to meet the new people, Parker decided a real welcome was in order.

That's why she was blowing soap bubbles off the roof, right over the entrance.

The new people should get *some* hint this place wasn't normal before they met the squirrels....

[open to all]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Setsuna was curled up in a corner of the couch with a cup of tea and a notebook in her lap. She chewed on the end of her pen as she stared down at the sheet of paper looking up at her, blank except for the "EVIL, NEFARIOUS PLOTS" heading in the top margin. She wasn't very good at coming up with those. She was hoping maybe someone could come by and offer some tips.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be, yay! ]]

bookyeve.livejournal.com

Evie had pizza.

Evie had a big warm sweater and socks and a throw and slippers and a huge Cherry Coke and pizza Jack bought her, after the clinic, and a couch in the lobby.

Evie was pretty happy with life as it stood right then.

[ooc: for

time_agent but open to anyone else who needs some post-fight recovery]

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn sprawled out across one of the chairs, leaning against one arm and her legs hanging over the other, reading a book she'd found somewhere--Deep Six--The Further Adventures of Lt. Tibbs, by Thom E. Gemcity. The prose was a little more flowery than it needed to be, but as a crime novel, it wasn't bad. The Thom guy needed to do a little more research, though. There was no way the stuff or people he was describing actually existed in real life.

Occasionally, she dipped one of the sugar cookies on the plate on the table (baked fresh from the Pillsbury tube o' doughy goodness) into one of the flavors of frosting, and scooping some up. Oooh, dark chocolate this time.

[ooc: Open, and full of almost homemade cookies, as such things are.]

Current Mood: recumbent

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

Krycek was situated in the common room, armed and dangerous (though probably only if you were diabetic) and bored.

Crouched behind the couch, he was ready to take out anyone who came through. Especially if they picked up any of the several other armaments that were sitting in a box in the middle of the room.

[ooc: Feel free to join in!]

can_be_more

Spending two days in black and white? Hasn't really made Aeryn blink twice. She didn't turn five, didn't end up with weird superpowers, could speak like a normal person, didn't have to clean up anyone's blood for any reason, and can remember everything that happened. So that means it hasn't been a bad weekend.

It also means she's in the gym as normal, stretching out a little as she waits for Peter.

[For

peter__parker, but open.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Having no classes on Friday and plenty of trouble sleeping tonight, Peter walked out to the common room and turned on the television. "Infomercial. Informercial. Infomercial. Old TV show. Pleasantville. I guess you win."

Two minutes into the show, the picture suddenly faded. Peter tried using the remote to turn it back on, but he had no luck. Hitting the remote didn't help either. The third smack cracked and broke the remote. "Well, that's not good."

"TV repair?" asked a voice from behind him.

Peter turned around suddenly. "Um. Hey. Huh? How did you get up here?"

"I was told that your TV was busted," the repairman answered. "It's my job to fix it."

"But it just stopped working," Peter said.

"Then I'm just in time," the repairman said, turning the television around and fiddling with some thing inside it. "You know, a good television is like a good friend."

"I have no clue what that means and I'm going to go call security," Peter said.

"Done here!" the repairman said, causing Peter to turn back towards him. "And for now, use this remote. It should replace the other one just fine." Peter hesitantly took the remote. He didn't sense any danger, but this still seemed weird. "Go ahead back to your show. I'll bill your administration."

"Good night?" Peter said. He followed the repairman to the stairs and made sure he left. He would give Constable Fraser a call as soon as he tried out the television. His curiosity had gotten the best of him.

Peter walked back to the television and hit the power button on the remote.

He blinked and suddenly the world was in black and white, just as it should be. He also felt like he could get some sleep now, so he turned off the television and went back to his room to catch some last minute shut-eye.

[OOC: Establishy, not for interaction. This takes place in the middle of the night, around 2-3 AM. When people wake up, everything in Fandom - school AND town - will be in black and white and appear to be from the 1950's. Everyone will act, speak, and think as they normally do EXCEPT they'll have a mental block about the fact that the environment isn't normal. The coloring will be considered normal, the clothes will be considered normal, the hair will be considered normal, etc. Think of wee!weekend where the kids just accepted everything as it was. It's just 2006 dressed as the 50's (TM Hamlet).

The spell will break late, late Saturday night and everyone will retain their full memory of the weekend. At that point they can comment on the weirdness.

And because I've already been asked: cell phones will work as normal, but they'll look like more portable versions of 1950's era rotary phones. Television shows will be older version of current shows. For example, the only Galaxy Quest you'll be watching is the original version with crap sets, makeup, and dialogue. Think along those lines. And remember, that will all seem normal to your character until Sunday morning.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

In need of distraction, Isabel wandered out to the common and flipped on the TV, smiling when she saw that The Amazing Race was on. A cute Kiwi was the perfect distraction from her worries. She found a bag of chips in the cabinet, poured them into a bowl for sharing and settled down on the couch to watch the show.

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter arrived at the gym a little earlier and stretched to warm up before Aeryn got there. He felt like his training was coming along pretty well so far.

The fact that he was humming "Eye of the Tiger" should probably be ignored.

[OOC: Here mainly for

can_be_more and their thread is locked to them. This post is also open for all of your gym needs.]

notawitch.livejournal.com

In Will's mind, having a fresh cup of coffee and a bag of cookies was a pretty good way to spend an evening. What more could you ask for at once, really?

That there was also an Animal Planet documentary about frogs on the TV was a coincidence. Yep, total coincidence.

(OOC: So very open.)

Current Mood: chipper

http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/

Weiss was flipping channels, looking for anything not related to elections. He didn't actually care that he didn't win, but he still didn't want to get into it. He munched on a can of Pringles as he surfed.

[OOC: Common Room. Open. You know the drill]

Current Mood: bored

smartestone

There are several tables set up all around the gym, one for each club. The names of the clubs are written neatly on posterboards taped to the front of their corresponding tables. There are chairs for the club heads to sit in, clipboards for signups on every table, and enough room for flyers, brochures, or whatever someone might want to pass out to advertise their clubs.

The doors to the gym open, letting students in to the second FH club fair.

[Wait for the OCD. *braces self* OCD is up. Go play. Schedule and info here.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After returning from the pet store and organizing all of Annie's things, Isabel made a quick trip to town to pick up cupcake making supplies. Two hours later, there was an assortment of cupcakes next to a sign that said Isabel Evans & Peter Parker for Junior Class Representatives, while Isabel sat on the couch flipping channels and Annie slept in a small basket next to her feet.

lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com

Lavender is cooking up a storm. It had all started when she decided it was her turn to cook after all the free food she’d eaten in the common rooms since she arrived in Fandom. But it looks like she got a little carried away.

On the table is a tray piled with Cornish pasties, a large bowl of mashed potatoes, a plate of fried tomatoes, another bowl filled with peas and carrots, a roast chicken and a pitcher of gravy. She was just leaning down to take out a vegetable casserole and then she was going to put in the Spotted Dick She hoped she'd made enough.

She’d also set out a large pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Damnit I left the fudge in my room! she thought to herself, wiping her hands on her apron.

[ooc:Open as open can be I shall be SP until about 5:25 Eastern]

Current Mood: hungry

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd ~~stolen~~ borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being ~~a dumbass~~ curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]

Current Mood: confused

can_be_more

After fifth period is over, Aeryn bypasses going up to her room to go straight down to the gym. Peter's out of classes first, but she likes to try to get there early to warm up a little. She drops her bag at the door, gets out her gloves, and starts out easy on the bag.

[Mostly for

peter__parker whenever he's around, but open like woah.]

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

So the coffee machine hadn't been cleaned out before he'd left and Krycek was definitely of the opinion that it was not his fault.

But if it hadn't been, he'd probably still be back in room 230. Instead he was out in the CR, watching Bitterwoman reruns, and hoping Jake wasn't going to wake up until he smelled coffee. Which, with any luck, would be tomorrow.

After he cleans out the filter.

Current Mood: avoid-y

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD wanted to paint the town red, but, sadly, lacked the necessary art supplies. As a result, he was sitting in the common room with some paper and crayons, resorting to drawing pictures of daisies.

((OOC: Open to all, including suggestions for adventure and foolishness))

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

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