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Priestly was baking. Since he was generally an entrés kind of guy, this was something of a challenging prospect. Without Alfred's instructions, he might be lost. In which case, Dinah would get a meat cake for her birthday and Momoko would just have to be sad.

It was probably a good thing for everyone that Priestly was staying well away from meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

[ooc: open! My boy . . . kind of lacks in stealth.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Prom had been awesome, and Dinah didn't have a hangover, so she'd woken up early and headed out for her morning run, then ended up on the lawn, going through katas instead of in the gym. Too nice a day to stay inside!

Funny, there were other people who'd agree.

[yup, for kidlets, but open for anyone not related too]

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil balloons and noisemakers scattered around the room.

Plus, of course, there was the ball pit.

Being inside eating cake and goodies was a lot better than being out in a fog with imaginary and real monsters in it.

[open, ~~wait for the OCD~~ teeny OCD is up!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had called Priestly when she got in, then zonked out in Jaime's room, and woken up to give him another call, to meet her on the roof as planned. "We should have a toast. A specific one." She grinned. "'Survived another year?'"

[for

lovemykilt, but open, as roofs are]

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

[open common room is open with pancakes. mmm pancakes. Claire is herself, obviously.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders.

Well, at least Hannibal hoped so on that last one. It'd be sad if he was left by his lonesome during cheerleading practice. After all, he was a fan of pretty girls (and guys) and the squad had that in droves.

Hannibal was perched in the bleachers for the time being, drinking some water and sprawling. He'd get to work soon.

Current Mood: satisfied

lovemykilt

Okay, so Priestly was totally just wandering through common rooms to look for a snack. But someone had left the TV on and he stopped in the middle of the room, entranced.

There were punks on the screen. Tap dancing. With violins. Wearing torn up kilts with combat boots.

And holy crap, their shoes were throwing sparks.

This was the kind of sporty showmanship he could get behind.

[ooc: as

just_add_starch said, I had to. Post is open. Migrated since I didn't spot that other common room post earlier. . . .]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was extremely glad to find to wake up to find the school gremlin-free (aside from the usual ones, that is) and took advantage of the quiet and being up earlyish by eating in the common room for once. He grabbed a bowl of cereal since that was the extent of his culinary abilities and settled down in front of the TV.

Was there anything on during the day that didn't involve a bunch of women crying over some book Oprah recommended?

[Open of course]

Current Mood: bored

lovemykilt

After spending the morning reading celebrity gossip mags online, Priestly was all set to be a little more social. He put his kilt on over a pair of ripped jeans, used every dye color in his collection to achieve a banded technicolor mohawk (and a little bit of stripe on his goatee), put in a call to Dinah, and hit the common room to whip up a couple hot subs.

After all, if he was going to go about setting fashion trends, he needed to have something that might draw people in, right?

Yeah, and okay, he was pretty hungry to boot. What? He was a growing teenage boy.

[ooc: open, chachacha.]

vanillajello

Kate had told Warren she'd flown away from the crazy when she'd come to Fandom.

Now she'd started to realize that actually, leaving home had merely been a jump off the top of a figurative building. Sure, she'd gotten some distance between herself and the mess at home. But now the mess inside her was starting to seep out.

Her wings weren't working yet. She was still falling.

It wasn't exactly the easiest of thoughts to deal with, so today was a very good day to come down to the dance studio, to concentrate on her body and to get her mind to shut the hell up.

Later in the day, she had plans with Jason. For hanging out in his room. This could easily mean talking, or a massive make-out session, or a fight, or something else. She had no particular vision for what she wanted to happen; she'd deal with whatever it turned out to be when it was that time.

But it wasn't that time yet. Some mellow electro pop was playing, and Kate was at the barre. Focused.

[ooc: As always, post is open for all your gym/dance studio/Kate-bothering needs. ~~SP warning for the next couple of hours, though.~~ I'm around!]

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

longislandiceme

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]

likethegun

A few weeks ago, Sam had been worried about being involved in so many things. Now, he was grateful to have a variety of activities with which to distract himself, which was why he was at the gym so early setting out the mats and music for practice. Maybe if he didn't act like he was grieving, he could pretend there was nothing to grieve about.

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Overnight, pieces of butcher block paper with Things Every Girl at Fandom Should Know and Things Every Guy at Fandom Should Know written across the top had appeared inside every boys and girls room on every single floor of the dorms. Who put them there? Well, that'd remain a mystery for now.

Several pens and markers lay nearby the pieces of paper, giving everyone the means to mark up all that pristine paper. Got something to say? Got something you wanna tell people? Got a secret you wanna confess?

Just write it down!

[c'mon, i know some of you remember these! if you don't, check it out here and here. feel free to write whatever you'd like down! feel free to also talk to each other, react, tease, and/or sneak into the other bathroom (though be prepared for a smackdown).]

Current Mood: chipper

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]

lovemykilt

Priestly wasn't generally the sort of person to just kinda fall asleep wherever he was, but that was just what he and Dinah had done last night during their macho movie fest. They even looked pretty comfy, tumbled together in a manner not unlike puppies, using each other for pillows, surrounded by the remains of snacks.

Priestly's hair was going to look amazing when he woke up. . . . Here's hoping none of that dye managed to rub off on Dinah's cheek overnight.

[ooc: common room is open, though pings from Priestly may not happen until after, like, 10 AM EST. Up early so's to make sure they're established in the room, Dinah modded with permission.]

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 A Go!]]

Current Mood: chipper

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Now that Merlin was a reporter for the school paper, it would seem that research needed to be done on just what sort of interviews he ought to do.

He was, of course, researching this by watching television. Fox News to be specific.

And right now he was almost certain that he couldn't find some sort of secret drug trade on the island in order to make his article more interesting.

Well... maybe if he interviewed Chuck.

[[Open common room is open!]]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had ~~handwavily~~ found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink ~~Moddable of course~~ was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

lovemykilt

Claudia was gone. Off to the airport and from there back to Connecticut.

Forever.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof staring out over the town, kicking his boot heels against the side of the building. He'd considered bringing some of his very small stash up here for a smoke, but didn't want that to become a sad thing.

Also, being out of one's head and sitting on the edge of a long drop? Totally didn't mix.

So instead, he was just moping.

Sad punk was sad.

[ooc: and emo roof is emo. Also, open.]

oops-mbad.livejournal.com

It was almost noon by the time Diana had finally gotten out of bed and made her way into the common room, Samuel padding along behind her. Being a girl herself (and with a female roommate), she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. Yet.

She did however find an ~~West Wing~~ East Corridor on on TV and enough cereal for a small army. So now there was an actual girl, in her pajamas, eating dry cereal and shouting at the television. There was also a cat playing with cereal on the floor, but he wasn't shouting at the television. Yet.

[Having a weird day and bored. CR open like an open thing!]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

When food fell from the sky, the logical next step really just had to be eating it, no matter if you weren't entirely sure where they came from. Just saved her a trip into town on a Saturday to pick something up from JGoB or the Perk.

So Angela was out (with an umbrella, just in case of another surprise shower) nibbling pieces from each of the various different flavours to see which really was the best.

The fact there was ~~presumably~~ still an underwear covered antenna right there, might just have made her choice of campfire that bit easier. So much entertainment to be had from that.

[[It is campfire, and therefore waaaay open!]]

Current Mood: cheerful

lovemykilt

After hours of listening to the kitchen staff at Luke's go through their impromptu concerts (and doing a few of his own), Priestly was up for hearing as many different random bits of music as possible.

It was like a grab bag of different potential earworms. Music overload to get the damned stewpot drums out of his head. . . .

So he was settled in at the main campfire, lying on his back with his eyes closed and just listening as long as he could, before the urge to sing took over again.

[ooc: late, yes, but also open!]

wantstodirect

Tony put the DVD for the Roman Polanski version of The Scottish Play into the player and went to make popcorn while the FBI warning came up on the screen. He plopped down on the couch with his popcorn and pop and waited for a few people to arrive before starting the movie itself.

[Open to all!]

Current Mood: relaxed

likethegun

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

[Open!]

Current Mood: hungry

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had left a message for Priestly, and was now warming up and stretching on the edge of the campground-- and trying not to squee too loudly about the moose. A tiny little stampede of them was rushing across the path.

Maybe they could race them through the preserve? Moose running?

[ooc: for the running partner, but open before he gets here]

lovemykilt

Priestly was dressed for running rather than for shock value, so his hair was down and pulled back in a Sokka-ish ponytail, and he was wearing an unusually plain t-shirt.

What? He could be functional in his style, too.

All he needed now was his running partner, and he'd be set to start getting back into shape.

[ooc: for the running partner, but open before she gets here]

thatsamilkshake

There was a huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1, because with a day free of classes, Francine had figured she might as well schlep her things over at a leisurely pace.

You know what wasn't in the huge pile of stuff on the bed in alcove A1? The marshmallows. Or the Hershey bars. Or the graham crackers.

Or Francine, because she was out by the campfire trying to get it started. Putting away her huge pile of stuff could wait. There were s'mores to be ~~gobbled~~ made.

[OOC: Oooooooopen!]

Current Mood: gleeful

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD ~~about to go~~ up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

bitchprince

Sometimes, he had to confess, coming up here had a certain charm to it. It reminded Arthur of the times he and Morgana, sometimes his father or someone else, would find themselves up high in the castle, the wind roaring past, and talking.

As always, he wasn't brooding. Or homesick. Or troubled over Merlin's future situation, should they actually return home. Or any other number of flaws that weren't his to recognise.

He crossed his arms and stared out over Fandom Town. He'd thought about bringing some of the ale, but he'd be drinking plenty with the squirrels later. Instead, he'd just exercise his right to be thoughtful.

[[ the roof is, of course, open ]]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah had mats pulled out and tables set up with refreshments. When everyone was there she leaned against one of the tables.

"Okay, so this is the last official weekly practice for a few weeks. I figure we could use the break since there are a lot of activities and changes that are coming up with graduation and new students and all of that. I do think we should have a couple of events happen this summer for the students and to make sure that we keep a good profile in the minds of the residents. But those meetings can be called at a later time. For now, let's chill out and have fun on our last official practice today."

She may have sounded a lot more cheerful than she actually felt.

lovemykilt

Priestly had gotten up the energy to head for higher ground, today. He was perched crosslegged on the edge of the roof, his zombie-beating stick on one side of him, his phone on the other, looking out over the school grounds. His theory was that, from here, he could spot any approaching zombie threat and be prepared.

Or just, you know, be further away from it.

It was almost sort of thrilling, wasn't it? Put things in perspective. Why worry about petty image stuff or homework or whether the girl you were crushing on that week would notice your extra spikey hair? There were more important things out there. You could die crossing the street, choking on a sandwich, getting eaten by a zombie. It was . . . life reaffirming.

Or possibly that was just the pot he was smoking while he kept watch.

Hey, you dealt your way, he dealt his.

[ooc: open roof is as always open. Shaun of the Dead is on Comedy Central! EEEEEEEEE.]

lovemykilt

Priestly was once again curled up on the couch in the common room, flipping through channels on the TV in search of something light hearted to take his mind off the horrors of a zombie apocalypse.

Okay, so maybe he was slightly melodramatic.

At least so far none of the zombies had made it into the dorms. He was tempted to go for higher ground in hopes that the zombies wouldn't want to tackle the stairs, but his lingering headache meant he wasn't feeling that up to stairs, either. Hence the second floor.

He'd hunted up some sandwich fixings and laid them out on the counter, doing some light, one handed cooking to get hot roast beef going. He was hoping it'd attract some other non-undead people. Just doing his part to make sure the others who were now swearing off going outside feel at home.

Or something.

[ooc: Open!]

lovemykilt

Priestly had squashed himself into the corner of the couch with an ice pack for his wrapped wrist. He was definitely not his usual bouncy, flamboyant self, but there were people around and they weren't stinking and trying to eat him, so he counted that as a win.

"Thanks for coming out to get us, man." He leaned his aching head against the couch cushion and flashed Tony another smile. "The doc was nice and all, but I'd've hated spending the night in the clinic."

[ooc: definitely for Tony and Dinah, but it's a common room, so totally open!]

lovemykilt

So, things had ~~handwavily~~ come up yesterday, keeping Priestly and Eric from doing their cheerleader auction lunch thing. Hence why Priestly was up on the roof today with a picnic blanket (okay, make that a couple large towels) and his packed lunch spread.

All he needed now was the guy who was willing to shell out a thousand bucks to have a meal with him.

[ooc: the roof is ~~on fire~~ public, so post is open. Eric and Priestly's thread is locked to them though, ya?]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck's little, ah, problem had cleared up yesterday but he didn't let himself out of his self-imposed imprisonment until Friday afternoon. He wouldn't put it past Peter to lull him into a false sense of security and then make it all come back while he was in public or something. He went to the roof after the cheerleading auction with a couple joints to get stoned out of his mind. He planned on staying high for most of the weekend, actually. Probably not the smartest thing to do since at some point he wanted to go get that camera from Dean but, whatever. This was fun.

[Open roof, open post]

Current Mood: high

likethegun

Sam's taste in music was a little ~~more emo~~ less peppy than what was usually played at practices, and he knew that Dean's tastes wouldn't help him here either. So, he'd spent some time scouring the internet until he had a good set of modern, fast-paced songs. Dragging the mats around and getting the gym set up for practice was definitely the easier part.

lovemykilt

So. Priestly and Chuck had struck themselves a nice little deal in class, earlier, and Priestly figured it behooved him to start taking advantage of it immediately.

Hey, there was cereal falling from the sky, and today was the day of "green". What better time to start experimenting?

So that was how Priestly ended up on the roof with an umbrella, a couple large bowls, and an inexpertly rolled joint.

It promised to be an interesting night.

[ooc: roof is ooooooopen.]

lovemykilt

When Priestly had sat up in bed this morning, his pillow had come with him.

His extremely multicolored pillow. Stuck to his still moderately glue-, marker-, coke-, and gel-filled hair. And he had magic marker smears all over his arms, neck, chest, and face. And bits of dried chocolate ice cream stuck in his goatee.

So he was spending rather a long time in the shower, this morning. Possibly using up all the hot water in the entire dorm. And more than his fair share of shampoo.

Stupid Fandom. Stupid Merlin pouring coke on him. Stupid Arthur for, well, everything.

Stupid four year old him and his lack of hygiene.

[ooc: most for establishing purposes, but it is, of course, a public bathroom. Well, for the boys, anyway.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

After a trip to Turtle & Canary and the comics shop, a very normally large Chad and a not-so-normally small Teddy went to the common room, ready to make all sorts of pizzas for themselves and anyone else who came along.

Chad predicted that the kitchenette would be a holy mess in record time as he set Teddy on the counter so he could reach, the cats twining around their legs, and started to take the pizza making stuff out of the bag.

[[ Open common room is open! Chad is more than happy to help with making some piiiiizzaaaaaas. I'm a bit afk for about an hour, though, but wanted to get this up real quick! Teddy modded with permission! ]]

bitchprince

The previous day, Arthur had given Leto a piece of his mind before heading off to use his time in more effective ways. It had ended him in the common room, with Merlin, who - of course - had let his roommate toss him out of the room again.

When he woke up, all of this was far from his mind.

In fact, he was up and about within seconds, scouring the room for a stick or something. "Wake up! Wake up! I need things!"

[[ open common room is open! ]]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan was more than a little freaked out by the scary things attacking from the sky when she got to the gym and started setting up for cheer practice.

Days like these she kind of wished she had some supernatural ability. Of course, she had faith that God wouldn't let anything happen to her. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to harass her.

At any rate, there was cheesy 80s pop music blaring through the speakers and mats out so no one would get hurt.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had an awful lot of energy to work off. And she hadn't been able to find Jen, or Tahiri for some reason. So she'd called someone else down to the gym to try to improve her mood.

The punching of the bag wasn't unnecessarily forceful. If the bag had said something rude about her sister.

[for the mohawk mojo man]

bitchprince

After completing his go at Gun Club, Arthur returned to the dorms only to realise he didn't much feel like dealing with Leto yet. He'd come up with a proper revenge later. Right now, he craved a chance to sit somewhere, to fight off the sense that was dawning in the wake of yesterday's upset. He sat, and idly considered the Teevee.

( Cut for tl;dr. )

So he sat. Subdued. Thinking.

[[ open common room! ]]

bitchprince

It hadn't actually occurred to him until Romeo mentioned Edward's troubles the previous day. It hadn't occurred to him, and yet as of yesterday, it was suddenly occurring to Arthur rather often. This was, truly and sincerely, an utter pain. He would blame the distraction on the island's constant trials, and the only fashion in which that could be dealt with was focus. Discipline. Something which the island lacked too much to soothe his nerves.

He'd given up on the sling yesterday. His arm hadn't healed yet, and the bandage was there to prove it, but the sling was gone. It was a step both small and significant.

These two truths, joined together, flowed into one prolonged practice drill. Sometimes, his left hand even made it to the blade, and while the dummies suffered, he felt all the better for it.

Arthur, as Merlin had a tendency to put it, took playing with swords very seriously.

[[ open for all your salle needs, but cranky violent prince is cranky and violent ]]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

lovemykilt

Priestly had had every intention of hiding in his room after his class today, but he didn't have any food in the room, and, well, Malcolm hadn't exactly eaten much while lost in the closet yesterday.

Holy crap, how was he ever going to live that down? He'd figured out quick enough that other students had had the same sort of experience over the weekend, but he was pretty sure he was the only one who'd ended up stupid enough not to be able to find their way out of a tiny room with only one door.

So, anyway, here he was in the common room, cooking up massive amounts of steak and cheese sandwiches for anyone who might happen to stop by. Nothing said "please don't remember me as the preppie idiot I've spent the last six months trying very hard to avoid being seen as" better than a whole lot of greasy, steaming meat and cheese.

[ooc: open! Come join the punk in "omgwtf"ery!]

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