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darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

The sky was threatening rain, but it had been hot enough that a little rain actually might not be all that bad. Besides, there was a nice breeze that felt just heavenly.

Peyton stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and debated whether she should order a pizza to be delivered. Then again, maybe she should wait. She probably wasn't the only one who'd want to take advantage of the breeze.

[Open as decks are!]

longislandiceme

Being human-shaped- and thus having full mobility that didn't involve waddling- again rocked. Which is why Bobby had fully-mobiled himself all the way out to the common room, and was now flipping through channels.

"Boring, boring, boring, seen it, boring..." he muttered. His stomach grumbled, and he found himself hoping that the "show up in a common room and people will feed you" rule worked even if one happened to be the first one there. Otherwise, dinner was gonna be cereal and ice cream.

[ooc: open!]

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had tried to report for detention today, but no one else had shown up. Which seemed to be on par with the way the rest of her week had been.

Solitary, um... activities in her room hadn't helped much, so she'd headed to the common room, sprawled out on the couch in something a little more exposed than she might ordinarily wear, ordered more pizza than she could ever eat when she couldn't decide on what she wanted, and was flipping through channels on the TV.

Funny how everything made her think of sex.

[Open with pizza!]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton hadn't really slept much - and her head was feeling miserable from everything she'd drunk. But hell, it's not like she had anywhere to be or anything to do till at least Thursday, so what difference did it make.

Thus the decision to deal with a hangover by more drinking. The relocation to the roof was so that so-called BFF's wouldn't be as likely to show up and not accept apologies and say nasty things that okay, maybe were totally true, but still.

In face, she'd actually drunk-dialed her Lucas and left some sort of long rambling incoherent message, but she'd deal with that later.

For now she had a water bottle mostly filled with vodka, the sun might or might not have been shining - it's not like she cared - and the roof was BFF-less.

[Open as roofs are.]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela was bright enough to be saying inside today, thank you very much.

Since she was the worrying type, she was going to be in here, flopped out in front of the television, consciously not thinking about what friends of hers might be doing out there. If she knew people around here, there would be more than a few of them out doing the heroic thing.

She had popcorn (which she had impressively not burnt), and some very non-threatening cliched teen movie. Not a bad Friday night plan, all things considered.

[[It's a common room, and it is ooopen!]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton knew she shouldn't have dragged so many of her records out to the cabin, but she just hadn't been able to decide which ones she wanted. And, of course it was totally ironic that after lugging 5 boxes of them back up the stairs that she should trip on the last stair before the final landing and not only twist her ankle, but also drop almost everything she was carrying down the stairs. Not the records, she'd caught that box, but the one she'd balanced precariously on top of that?

Totally spread out all over the stairs. All her hair and personal products and just... everything. Lovely.

So, for the moment, Peyton was sitting on the landing and contemplating the mess she'd made of her belongings and her ankle. Fun times.

[Totally open should anyone want to help or make fun or whatever.]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Yes, that was Fall Out Boy blasting from Wing 4 of Taft. And that would be Peyton sitting out by the campfire with her feet up, a sketchpad, and a cold drink.

She'd probably be pretty amenable to turning the music down or taking suggestions for the next album.

[Open like a campfire!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Everyone was depressed and that, in turn, was making Chuck depressed. Wait, no. Not depressed. Freaking annoyed. Oh boo freaking hoo, you had to say goodbye to people you had only known for three days. It was so irritating having everyone upset over the same thing. Well, except, for some people on the third floor who were apparently upset for other reasons when he walked by.

He didn't want to know. He really, really didn't want to know.

So, in attempt to get away from the emo, he (ironically) when up to the roof of emo to smoke. And not brood. Because he didn't miss his stupid kids. Nope. This was not brooding. This was staring intently.

[omg I'm trying to avoid work. open roof is open, of course]

Current Mood: certainly not broody

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.

And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.

The boys were Winchesters after all.

Current Mood: cheerful

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton made popcorn and hot chocolate - comfort food for her tonight, thanks - and curled up on the couch to watch that movie about the woman who goes on holiday when she find out she only has a few weeks to live.

It was sappy and funny and made her feel good. All very nice things.

[Open!]

peace_n_war

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes.

With mouse ears on them!

And on the counter. And on the fridge door. And on the floor...

"It's supposed to go in the pan, you know."

[Common room open! Breakfast on the way!]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had spent a fair amount of time trying to figure out how she'd gotten here, and what Dan expected to gain by sending her so far away, with little result. She was tired now and just wanted to not think for a little bit.

She made her way to the common room and decided to see if there was anything on the television. Imagine her surprise when instead of the three black and white stations she was expecting, there was color and more channels than she could ever imagine watching.

She settled herself demurely on the couch and began doing what another generation would refer to as 'channel-surfing'.

[Open like a common room!]

lovemykilt

Malcolm had spent the morning wandering around, boggling. Harken had never looked like this before! They must have remodeled the whole dorm! Of course, that meant he kept getting lost -- Malcolm wasn't that great at finding his way around on a good day. But there were all these new people around! It was his duty as a long-standing Harken student to meet them, right?

He just wished he could find Jake or Zoe or even Mr. Felcher. They'd know what was going on. . . .

He finally settled into one of the large common rooms and sat perched on the couch. Maybe someone would come by who could tell him what was going on.

[ooc: open! I have to run to work in a few hours and am greedy and want to get some play in. *grumbles at stupid work scheduling me all weekend*]

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

wantstodirect

No power meant no TV and no Darkest Night tonight, which was a shame, since this week's episode had a whole lot of Lee Nicholas. Tony was in the common room anyway, looking for entertainment. The candles had enough light to read by, but he wasn't that bored yet.

He ended up looking in the kitchen cabinets for snack food. Popcorn sounded good, but he was pretty sure if he tried to pop it over the fire, the paper bag would just burn up.

Marshmallows! There was a bag of them on one of the lower shelves. Tony found a long knife to use as a stick and settled down by the fire to roast marshmallows. He was bundled in his winter coat and scarf. Sure, he was Canadian and used to the cold but that didn't mean he liked it.

[Open! With marshmallows!]

Current Mood: cold

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

The power outage and all hadn't done anything to dampen Kaylee's spirits. Sure, she was cold, but hey, that just meant she was in cozy sweats (and a couple layers of them) rather than the wee shorts she'd been sporting last week. And sure, it was a little dim, but they were cheerleaders, dammit! They could practice even if they had to do it by flashlight and lantern! (Which, yeah, Kaylee had set up a few of those, just in case it got too dark.)

There were also mats, and bottled water and snacks. Just because the power was out didn't mean practice was canceled.

Current Mood: cold

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton stretched out on the couch with more take-out Chinese than she'd ever manage to eat on her own. She couldn't help wondering if there'd be any fall-out - good or bad - from the crazy phone calls she'd placed and misplaced yesterday.

There was enough mindless television on to keep her distracted for a few hours.

[ooc: Open!]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Two pregnant women walked into the 4th floor common room with enough breakfast supplies to feed half the dorm...

"This sucks," Peyton said, laughing. The empathy belly certainly seemed to be doing its job. "Good thing we got the food before we got these, 'cause I don't think you could have made me otherwise."

She started pulling out doughnuts and fruit and all the stuff that didn't require actual cooking and handed them to Angela - which was trickier than it sounded with two huge bellies in the way. "Here, you do this while I get the eggs and bacon going."

[ooc: Come gawk, laugh or eat good food!]

wantstodirect

Tony had the DVD for Harry V and a box full of doughnuts from J, GOB, because he couldn't think of any good reason to not have doughnuts for dinner. He put the movie in and flopped down on the couch with the remote.

[Open! Because OMG the 4th floor CR is full!]

Current Mood: relaxed

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was cheerfully bouncing around as she set everything up for practice.

The mats were pulled out and there was a table of healthy snacks and caffeine -- along with bottled water.

Once everything was set up to her liking, she started stretching out.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Sometimes the best way to spend a day was sacked out on a couch with all kinds of junk food watching really bad horror movies. Dean had decided that today was such a day. So here he was ensconced on the couch in the common room surrounded by lots of snacks that were really bad for him, watching a movie on Sci Fi that was so bad he was halfway certain that forcing someone to watch it would be labelled a crime against humanity.

Just what he'd wanted.

[ooc: open like an open CR]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

After her last final of the term, Peyton went back to her room, changed into something warm and more suitable for lounging and made her way to the common room to do just that.

First, though, she set out the fixings she'd picked up for nachos, stuck a plate with just the basics - cheese, chips, and jalapenos - in the oven and poured herself a soda.

[Open like a common room. Plenty of nachos for sharing!]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

It was too cold to do this at the boardwalk again, so Reno and Dōjima had moved the operation into the dorms. They'd taken over the first-floor rec room, since it had the most seating, and they could hopefully grab anyone going to-and-from the building. There were lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks from JGoB, and the two co-conspirators were in high spirits.

"So!" Dōjima announced, clapping her hands together. "Since the teachers around here seem more intent on providing classes of 'My Issues, Let Me Show Them To You' rather than providing any useful information regarding lust, love, and sex, you people are damn lucky that we're so civic-minded. Rather than leaving you to the tender mercies of scare-tactics and morality plays, Reno and I are here to help you sort out the difference between good sex and bad sex, and to beat into your heads that stupid sex is always stupid, no matter how good it is."

"Lucky for you, we know what we're talking about, and we're damn good at it, too." Dōjima paused for a moment before shrugging. "Well, I am, at least. I can't vouch for Red's talents personally, but I've heard glowing reviews. And by glowing, you should see the way Rikku blushes."

( Reno's reaction to that one was a somewhat larger version of his usual shit-eating grin. )

"I think that just about covers it, zoto," Reno mused, taking a moment to tick off he points they made on his fingers. Yep. That seemed about it. "If any of you got any questions, feel free to come an' talk to either of us, right now, or anytime. You don't gotta make a production out of askin' questions about sex if you don't wanna, and I'll even make a point not to mock you shamelessly on the radio for it, either." A pause, a playful grin. "And don't forget your goodie bags before you go, yo."

[OOC: Yes, they're at it again. Up early for SP goodness, and NWS - it IS Reno and Dōjima talking about sex.]

Current Mood: amused

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had had some laundry to do, which had gotten done earlier today, and now was getting to some baking.

The first tray, the madeleines, were already done and had been separated; most on a platter for anyone who would come by and the rest in small bags for him to keep in his bag.

The second tray, which had just come out required coating in the chocolate sauce that was carefully simmering on the stove. Watching both the tray and the pan, Liir had to admit from the lovely chocolate mint smell that the new recipe was one he would have to use again.

Though he had to wonder why it was called a 'thin mint' with all that butter in it...

[open as common rooms are, with thin mint approximations!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After being supremely lazy yesterday, Dean figured he probably should actually leave his room today so he had opted to do one of his 'cook brunch for all comers' deals in the common room.

Really, there was never a bad in these situations. Because if no one showed up, that just meant he had a lot of food to eat himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

gobrookeyourself

A little stuck on the idea of Thanksgiving, Brooke was doing a cookie trial run. It'd been a while since she made the, from scratch, she figured she should make sure she could get them right before everyone got food poisoning.

She set the cookies on the baking sheet and put them in the oven, starting to do cleanup while they baked. And by 'clean up' we mean 'sneaking bites of leftover cookie dough when no one was looking'.

[Open like a common room!]

Current Mood: productive

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton was sitting on the floor in front of one of the couches, her art supplies and paper spread out all over the table as she sketched away. She thought she'd probably had a lucky escape last night. Something told her she wouldn't have been really happy with herself if she'd ended up sleeping with Chuck Bass last night. She guessed she owed a lot to Angela ~~modded by permission~~ for coaxing her home from the bar earlier than she'd planned.

[ooc: Open as common rooms are.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had the TV on, but really wasn't paying much attention to it. She was sketching furiously, trying to put it on paper rather than leave it inside. which meant her art wasn't particularly lighthearted.

She'd probably be glad of a distraction and there was lots of fresh coffee on.

[Open as common rooms are.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

After first period, the lobby once again became home base for Angela and Peyton. They were determined, you had to give them that.

( Cut for poster text )

They'd had a fair amount of interest yesterday, but they were still hoping for more. They can be very persuasive when they want to be.

[[ooc: Sign ups and OOC info is all over here. So far, we've got a few more girls than boys. Things don't even up then they (well, Angela anyway) may just start encouraging people to embrace their inner bisexual.]]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Bright and early Monday morning a bunch of posters went up around the school and dorms:

( Cut for poster text )

Either Peyton or Angela were around all day to answer any questions.

[OOC: We'll do our best to match your characters with someone. If two characters want to be 'accidentally' matched with each other please have both people comment in the appropriate thread. If your character would never sign up IC, but you want them involved anyway, well, Angela and Peyton can always mistake that unidentifiable squiggle for their name. Ooops! Paperwork error!

And yes, both Peyton and Angela are looking for dates of their own]

OCD is up!

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had all kinds of munchies and was settled in to watch The Amazing Race. He was ready for an entertaining night of doing nothing.

[ooc:open! And Dean would probably even share his munchies. Just not the M&Ms]

Current Mood: relaxed

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

It was less than a week to homecoming - which was on her birthday, no less - and Angela was on the lookout for two things; a dress and a date.

Right now, she was starting on the easier of the two, by flicking through the latest issue of Cosmo for fashion ideas while she ate her breakfast. The television was on but she was largely ignoring whatever was showing. Sunday morning TV was usually hardly anything to be worried about missing.

[[ooc: Open. Lazy Sundays ftw.]]

meg-powers.livejournal.com

Decked out in appropriate apparel Meg flipped on the TV, set the channel to the game channel then took a seat on the couch in the common room. Her Boston themed sweatshirt and hat should give anyone a good idea of which team she's rooting for.

There's a good chance she'd sic her agents on anyone that even considered changing the channel.

[OOC: Up way before game time because I'm bored, bored, bored. And can I just add? As a Yankee fan it hurts to make this post.]

Current Mood: chipper

wantstodirect

Tony wasn't aware of the movie showing at the gym and so didn't have to make the heart-wrenching choice between Space Battles and Lee Nicholas.

Yes, it was Wednesday at 9 pm, time for Darkest Night again. This week, Raymond Dark and his mortal sidekick James Taylor Grant would uncover an ancient conspiracy of cartographers. Tony had popcorn and soda.

[Open to all!]

Current Mood: geeky

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Harvey was sitting in front of the TV with a notebook in his lap. He was trying to sketch out some ideas for campaign posters for Student Council. He just needed to think of a catchy slogan and he'd be in business.

He'd be in business a lot faster if he wasn't getting so distracted by the TV. Why was there nothing good on?

[Oooooopen]

Current Mood: working

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Technically speaking, Firekeeper knew how to cook. Of course, her idea of 'cooking' involved grilling meat over a fire for as little time as possible, something that wasn't exactly possible indoors.

She'd seen others get food from the cupboards in the small kitchen area in the common room before, though. The only problem was that almost none of it was any sort of food she was familiar with. Well, there had been the fermented-grains drink she'd used to try and entice the skunk away from Jan, but she wasn't touching that.

She was investigating just about everything else, though, which is why there was a table in the common room spread with an array of snack foods, and a very curious wolf-girl thoughtfully nibbling away.

Blind Seer wasn't so much interested in the food as he was Firekeeper's various reactions to it, and was sprawled on a couch where he could watch.

[ooc: open like a room that is common!]

Current Mood: hungry

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had spent almost the entire day working on the mural for Meg's wall. It was mostly done and she was tired and needed to be out of the paint fumes for a while.

So for now she was stretched out on the couch, feet up, watching some night time teenage soap opera and seriously considering throwing her popcorn at the screen.

[OOC: Open as CR's are!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean didn't have any classes today and figured he could start off the term by making breakfast for whoever happened by. And if no one happened by, then there'd just be a lot of food for him to eat.

Really, there wasn't any bad here.

[ooc: open like a common room is, now with more free breakfast!]w

Current Mood: productive

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton's room was way too damn boring, so she didn't want to start putting her records and things out till she had a chance to do something about that. Tomorrow she could hit up a store for paint and stuff. She wondered how Meg felt about bright red.

In the meantime she'd found the common room and was camped out there working on some of her artwork while the TV played mindlessly in the background.

[Open as common rooms are!]

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