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walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was apparently making a point of enjoying 21st century conveniences, between the microwave popcorn and Wonka soda, the laptop open on the arm of the couch, and his advanced channel surfing skills.

Pup had found yet another superball under something (those things were as bad as beach sand) and was prancing around the common room with it, occasionally dropping it in order to have a reason to yap and chase after it.

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka was asleep, crouched on the back of the sofa, with his head buried in his armpit. As first light stole over him, he slowly awakened. Time to greet the day!

He puffed up his chest, stretched his neck out, and CROWED, as loud as he could.

That settled, he scrabbled at the pantry until it opened, and soon Sokka had breakfast scattered on the floor. He pecked away at the best chickenfeed he'd ever tasted, amidst the shredded remains of the smiling visage of Orville Reddenbacher.

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi had no classes today.

She did have cheerleading and a club later, but no classes.

Time to bake.

A variety of carb-laden treats are piled on the table while Pippi seems to be mixing up some sort of cake batter while singing a song...

( Cut for singing )

[[ooc: Open as common rooms tend to be

Current Mood: chipper

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had decided that he needed to learn more about assassins and possible assassin rehabilitation programs. So he was parked in front of the television with a stack of movies next to him and ~~meta for The Bourne Identity~~ playing on the screen.

[ooc: Open and feel free to mod any movies in the stack]

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.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad was feeling lazy and music, not enough on the first part to be against climbing up the stiars to the roof and enough of the second part to bring his guitar with him. He got himself comfortable in a spot a good distance away from the edge and started playing out something with a Spanish lilt to it, that he felt matched the cloudy weather without seeming too dreary. He thought about maybe going to visit Ted at work while he played, but then that first part kicked in. Maybe later.

[[ open as roofs be ]]

nadiathesaint

Nadia decided being social would take her mind off her birthday thoughts.

So she was in the common room now, instead of her dorm room, staring out at the rain.

This? Totally counted as progress.

[ooc: open!]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Sometimes? Pip is just kind of oblivious.

Take, for example, today, where he completely failed to notice the fact that a lot of his male classmates had become female.

Now, this isn't to say that he hadn't noticed the increase girl/guy ratio, and had indeed noted more than one girl he hadn't seen before as being "really hot", but he had yet to put two and two together.

So there he was, cheerfully going through his daily workout, oblivious to the truth, and content in his ignorance.

Someone should really go and break him out of that.

_{[[Gym's open. Please break his mind. Pleeaaaaase?]]}

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

It's early for dinner and late for lunch, but Pippi has a gig tonight with the band, so she's making Swedish Meatballs in the kitchenette.

Quite a lot of Swedish Meatballs actually, a prodigious amount even. More then she normally would make.

And she usually makes boatloads.

Possibly cooking is what passes for anger management with little Miss Longstocking.

[[ooc: open as these things tend to be.]]

Current Mood: aggravated

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip first made sure the rules were put up. Didn't want someone to lose an eye. Well, another eye.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

He then pulled out an antique Colt Peacemaker and cleaned it before loading in some bullets and squeezing off some rounds at the targets.

_{[[Open, as such things are.]]}

captainliberty

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.

[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was looking very amused as he opened the range and posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

He was shooting while he waited for Irulan, concentrating on speed and accuracy, figuring more practice before the weekend's little jaunt could only be a good thing.

[ooc: Jack's here for Irulan, but open for all your weapony or inspectiony needs. Work promises to be GAH so I may be slow.]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip was starting the day off right. With some exercise.

He had gone running, he had lifted weights, and now he was hitting the bag.

If only someone would come to spar him.

_{[[And by someone, I mean l1ttle_billy. But the rest of you can use the gym too.]]}

nadiathesaint

Nadia was feeling incredibly lazy and tired, so when she sprawled out on the common room couch and switched on the tv, she didn't bother switching it from the epic action movie that happened to be on.

She was asleep before the second explosion finished spewing its brightly colored flames and bad CGI bodies into the air.

( She started to dream almost immediately. )

She would probably appreciate someone coming by to wake her up.

[ooc: and so the narcoleptic dreaming begins. If you want Nadia to eventually dream something for your character, it is in no way too late to sign up.

The common room is totally open, too.]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Oh, look, there was a common room, with a shirtless, leather skirt wearing Seely in it.

Who was there for no reason whatsoever.

Really.

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Tannim was pondering a poster on the walls with a mischevious look in his eyes.

[Open.]

Current Mood: mischievous

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was busy in the kitchen making waffles and watching the door to see if he could spot River. Starting a new batch of whole wheat batter he did a little bouncy dance in the kitchen. He really needed a waffle song.

[ooc: Open for food!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Okay, so the roof wasn't exactly the best place to go when you wanted to hide your face, but it was kind of The Spot for smoking, brooding, and emo as far as Anders was concerned, anyone else's declarations to the contrary completely disregarded.

He was, in the wake of his alternate persona's weekend activities, currently engaged in all three of the above.

Smoking? Well, yeah. He was flaily and trying to calm down in a very unhealthy way.

Brooding? Hey, he'd been a jerk to a lot of people, threatened to kill a few more, and oh-sweet-Lords-of-Kobol, let vampire Willow bite him. So, guilt, which led to brooding.

Emo? Look, he'd gotten to really like that black-orbing thing. He was gonna miss that.

[OOC: Open for all your OMGWTFAWKWARD or other rooflike needs!]

sensethevisions

Phoebe had heard about the attack on Cally and was a little upset about what had happened to her friend. News like this was doing nothing for her already agitated nerves. She had stayed in her room most of the day yesterday with a headache as she tried to figure out what was going on. First James and now Cally? Who was attacking these people and why?

She had finally given up on getting back to sleep and decided to come out into the common room so that she didn't wake up Cole. One cranky person in a relationship at a tkme was more than enough.

She dropped down onto a couch and started flipping through channels.

"My god, is everything on TV so mindless?"

Current Mood: cranky

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

It's lunchtime, Pippi is hungry. She's rather slept through breakfast time...

So?

Pancakes? Or salami sandwich?

Pancakes?

Sandwich?

Decisions decisions...

[ooc: open. Also? GIP! Eeeeee!]

Current Mood: awake

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry managed to make his way to the dorm roof. He'd had a busy week, and needed to relax. He pulled some sheets out of his folder, and opened up his violin case. He tightened the bow strings and rosined them up. The violin needed a serious amount of tuning, due to the climate change. But it was quickly ready. He snapped on a shoulder rest, tucked the instrument under his chin, and started to play. Mozart's first violin concerto in G minor.

[ooc: Open like a box that doesn't even have a lid to close.]

strahl-pirate.livejournal.com

Perhaps he was feeling generous, perhaps he was feeling suicidal, but Balthier had ~~handwavy~~ purchased groceries to make omelettes for himself and anyone else who wanted some. There wasn't anything odd in them, at least not by this world's standards, so Balthier was fairly sure that no one would be grossed out.

He flipped on the television the standard evening news, just to have background noise, but he wasn't really watching it.

[Open for anyone of course, and there's free food if you ask nicely.]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip had arrived at Fandom from the funeral with moments to spare before his first class. He had barely had time to find anyone and say hello.

However, he knew how to attract people. He had been here for a year, after all.

Thus, Pip was in the fifth floor common room, making his world famous crepes.

_{[[Open, as these things are. The crepes are smellable from other floors. Crazy ventilation system.]]}

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Poe had escaped from his plastic prison cell that managed to crush his soul even further into despair. It hadn't surprised him that his brown-haired torturer paid no heed to the fact he wasn't there when she went through her normally bleary-eyed morning routine of placing his food in his cage. Then he merely had to wait. Wait until she made her way out the door, so he could quick sneak out, still beyond her notice. He stalked her slowly down the hallway, hoping she would lead him to the great outdoors.

Instead, she led him to something much, much better. The staircase.

After the torturer had made her way down the steps, with much trepidation, Poe tentatively made his way to the edge of the first step. And did what was in his lemming instinct to do. He attempt to hurl himself to his doom. He landed with a comical oof on the next step, saddened he was still alive.

So he went to the edge of this step. And hurled himself again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

[ooc: Open. Why yes, I am insane.]

courier-gavin.livejournal.com

Jake hadn't managed to hand out all his presents before the day, and had therefore settled down in the lobby with a pile of presents, Christmas cookies and, naturally, a pot of coffee. He was ready for the celebrating to begin, oh yes.

ooc: open for all with presents to hand out (not just to Jake, zomg)

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi sets up the common room for the Finals Week coffee bar.

There's coffee, tea, and hot cocoa as well as a spread of delightful treats from J,GOB.

Pippi herself is sitting on the floor by the coffee table with a cup of cocoa and a crap load of craft supplies.

Chris Cringle vs The Nondescript Alians is on the TV.

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Following his and Isabel's plans made yesterday, Peter had stopped by J,GOB after Interstellar Relations to pick up a metric ton of coffee, doughnuts, bagels, and assorted other pastries.

Getting them back to the Common Room was easy, but trying to corral all the books in the Common Room into a cabinet so they wouldn't knock over the coffee was much more difficult.

However he managed to do so and thus there was a table set up with coffee, tea, doughnuts, and pastries. A sign said "Happy Studying and Good Luck on your Finals from Student Council." There was an addendum added in pen "Watch out for books!"

Peter was drinking tea and studying his Hunting notes nearby.

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

It had taken all night, but they'd finally cobbled together a device they hoped would work, and with Bridge's help Conner had tracked Mesogog down to his current hideout in the sewers. (Which was at least an easier place to get to than, say, a moonbase or an alternate dimension.) So now it was cleanup time.

Conner had left a few messages for people: Heard what you can do, and I could use your skills. Meet me in the lobby if you can come along? He had the transporter device with him, and his weapons -- well, they were in their dimensional storage pocket-thing, anyway, so pretty much ready. All that he needed now was the rest of the team. Maybe not the team he used to have, but in the end, he'd decided, there really wasn't that much difference.

[OOC: For my fight volunteers, primarily, but open if you want to wander through and go "WTF?" Handwave that you got the above message, or just happen by. If you didn't sign up but want to join in, I might be able to accommodate one or two more -- ping me on AIM (FutureBucsStar) or email (rpg.shanie @ gmail . com) if so. Fight post will be going up in about an hour, at which point I'll start a chatroom to coordinate OCD is up and good to go..]

nadiathesaint

After her appointment with Dr. Pevensie, Nadia was once again filled with lots of things to think about.

Not the least of which was her conversation with Veronica.

So, she did what she liked to do when she had a lot to think about, but hadn't done in quite awhile, she went up to the roof with her guitar.

Hey, if she could play a gig, she had no excuse not to get some practice in while she was thinking.

( And so she sang some Juliana Hatfield. . . . )

When the song finished, she leaned back, resting her guitar on her stomach, and stared upwards at the stars.

Winter would be okay if it could stay like this out. Not quite too cold.

[ooc: open. It's a roof. It doesn't even have any walls.]

Current Music: Juliana Hatfield - My Sister

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pippi had noted that it had been a while since Pip had played guitar on the roof. And Pippi, indeed, was right.

Pip shclepped his guitar up to the roof, lit up a cigarette, and began to play an upbeat song. Specifically "What I Got" by Sublime.

nadiathesaint

The lobby was nicely decked out with garlands and lights and such, and a large table with an array of food from Cafe Fina, including pumpkin empanadas and turkey and cranberry taquitos, as well as a lot of more traditional foods from all over the world.

The apple strudel and the sashimi are looking particularly delightful.

Nadia, looking a bit tired with her brace and sling in place, a hammer tucked into the sling, was at one end of the table, munching on a pumpkin empanada.

It was finally time to do the dinner she and Pippi had been planning for weeks.

[ooc: ~~limited OCD is a-coming~~ come one, come all, everyone with access to the first floor lobby is invited!]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip had worked hard all day and had produced a snow fort any snow warrior would be proud of.

He also had made a mass of snowballs. But he had placed no rocks in them. Rocks in the snowball was greatly dishonorable, as was a yellow snowball.

True Snow Warriors are never dishonorable in such a fashion.

Now all he had to do was wait for unsuspecting fool to pass by, and he would unleash hell. Cold, wet, snowy hell.

nine-and-ears.livejournal.com

The Doctor had been well informed of the trolls from Jane, and last night's radio had spurred him into some resemblance of organization. First stop, the dorms.

He didn't have access to the PA System or anything, so he had a megaphone in the lobby.

"Attention please, attention please! We have captives in the very large mansion in town, and we should not be snug in our beds while this occurs! Who is willing to organize, willing to face the belly of the beast and be unafraid to scritch it in order to achieve our goals? There is danger, certainly, but there are lives in possibly mortal peril. Come one, come all. We shall seperate the men from the boys, the whites from the yolks, the chaff from the... whatever it is you seperate chaff from. Prove yourselves! You all think that you're so grown up and brave, well now is the time to prove it!"

[ooc: A post to organize at least part of the rescue attempt. Come one, come all.

EDIT: Plan of attack has been announced!

Link for Group to the Front!

For attacking the rear!]

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!]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

It was cold out, but not the kind of cold that meant to stay indoors. It was more of the cold that was refreshing and conducive to a bored teenager on a Sunday night.

Kawalsky checked his supplies. Baseball bats? Check. Bucket of jello-filled water balloons? Check.

He picked up a bat and a balloon. He tossed the balloon into the air and hit it with the baseball bat.

Sure, it was going to make a mess, but nothing that couldn't be cleaned up easy enough.

[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

notafairmaiden.livejournal.com

Gwynn was really confused.

This was nothing new.

However, this time, she was really really confused.

It was this whole flurry about some holiday that was tomorrow and she didn't understand it. She had never heard of this Turkey Day thing that everyone was talking about.

People seemed to be making plans to go home for this thing ... and she had no idea what was going on.

So, this would be why she was perched on the back of the couch in the common room, trying to work that Bard In A Box thing that Ms. Lorelai had called a TV.

Perhaps someone in the box could explain this to her.

Current Mood: confused

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip suddenly decided to do something he hadn't done in a while.

He would make crepes. Delicious delicious crepes.

Since he had woken up about ten minutes before he made this great decision, he hadn't really had time to put on a shirt. Squeamish people beware.

_{[[Open, as common room posts tend to be. Note for the unknowing, Pip has heavy scarring on his chest and back. Knife wounds, bullets dug out, etc.]]}

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip taped a note onto the gym door.

Highly-trained mercenary seeks sparring partner for a quick spar. Human strength greatly preferred but not necessary.

He nodded at his note and went about hitting the bag, hoping someone would come in.

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

Buffy and Pip walked into the common room, carrying a large, awkward looking package. JD followed behind them, looking a bit useless. He pointed to the middle of the floor.

"Let's just set him down here."

((OOC: JD's got a new toy. Open if you want to come and see, and, also, for all your common room wants and desires.))

demonbelthazor

Bel was lounging in the common room, watching TV, killing time until "Spooky Things" was on.

He hoped it would be a ~~pretty~~ distraction from his current woes.

Current Mood: bored

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip was feeling a bit useless about Walter. He was a fighter, not a researcher or a doctor.

So he was dealing with his feelings the best way he knew how, he was hitting the bejeezus out of the hanging bag.

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair didn't have a sign today. Instead he was handing out a flyer to anyone in the hallway.

3 Tips for Dealing with Conflict

Discover - Find out more about the situation. Go into this with all the facts.
Communicate - Talk things over. Maybe you and the other person/demon/monster can come to an agreement!
Avoid - Learn when to walk away. Not everything has to end up as a battle.

[ooc: posted with permission and open for interaction!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was crashed out on the couch, absorbed in watching a program on animal mating.

The foreplay of tarantulas was rather apallingly fascinating.

But the commentary on the kinkiness of garter snakes had her giggling like she was twelve.

[ooc: open]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was doing a lot more staring vaguely at the television than she was actually watching whatever was on it. She'd cocooned herself in her wool poncho after discovering that it was actually getting a bit too cold to sit on the roof for a long time playing her guitar, which sucked, and finding things to distract her from thinking about, well, things, wasn't working terribly well.

The dorms were pretty quiet today. She was considering doing something to shake that up, but . . . apathy was winning. So staring vaguely at the television was the name of the game right now.

[ooc: it's a common room. I'm not sure if it actually has doors that close. Thusly, it is open.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Why yes, he has already had dinner. Why yes, that's Walter beating some eggs while potatoes and onions fry on the stovetop. What he plans to do with that block of cream chese is anyone's guess.

Pup seemed to be trying to help Walter with his footwork, which required being under them at every possible opportunity.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip had realized that it had been a while since he had visited the gym and that he was feeling sluggish as a result. Not acceptable for a highly trained soldier of fortune.

So he ha gone for a run and was now hitting the weights in the gym. He'd hit the bag tomorrow.

_[[Open!]]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was tired and sore and looking a little worse for wear. He sported a bandage on his forehead and several small cuts and bruises were visible on his face, neck and hands. His cast on the other hand was looking suspiciously shiny and white, as Aziraphale had kindly fixed that for him.

Also, he was without his backpack, but that might be hard to tell since he was sitting down on the floor just outside the danger shop door, the stop-sign shaped with the word "THINK" laying in front of him. It wasn't his best sign, but he felt really guilty about flashing a sign about not killing demons after last night.

[ooc: posted with permission from Daddy Winchester and open for interaction]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy sat on the couch with his notebook, coming up with code-names for the students.

Blair: Standoff
Weiss: Broadcast
Willow: ~~Red Witch~~ ~~Weeping~~ ~~Uber Cute~~ Valedictorian
Joxer: ~~Decoy~~ Quinn
Shrodinger: Mckavity
Bel: Underworld
Pete: Quickdraw ~~McGraw~~
Lana: Bookmark
Nadia:...
Pippi: ~~Samsonette~~...
Conner: World Cup
Sakurazaki: Katana
Pip: For Hire
Lavender:...
Layla:...
Jaye: Boykissy
Luke:...
Teddy: Chameleon
Chad: Grande
John:...

Feel free to come offer suggestions or think Billy's being weird.

Current Mood: creative

nadiathesaint

Oblivious to whatever chaos she may have created between two of her friends, Nadia was humming softly to herself and bouncing slightly as she set about cooking up some empanadas.

Her favorite part was pouring in the beer and the shortening.

Every now and then, she'd pause to sing softly into her spoon as though it was a microphone.

She'd put up a quickly written sign on the finished empanadas on the table:

Free empanadas!
Participation in blind taste test is voluntary but encouraged

[ooc: open! empanadas contain whatever the heck you want to mod them to contain. At least one will be chocolate, marshmallow, pineapple, and onion]

Current Music: Smash Mouth - Digging Your Scene

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