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Post radio, Nina had taken the time to make a parfait in the common room, then she'd grabbed her things and made her way up to the roof.

Like, her brother was spending a lot of time up here, which had given her an idea. She didn't really expect him to be up here this early, especially when there was no class, so working on her idea up here had seemed like a sound idea.

The fact that she could spread out a blanket and lounge on it as she worked her way through the art of designing a new spell in her notebooks was, like, just a bonus?

It was so nice out! If she were anyone else then, like, maybe it would be almost enough for her to forget that a lot of her favourite people were leaving shortly but she hadn't and she wouldn't.

Especially not since her Wednesday update to Noctis had been less an update and more a pile of questions about what Prompto would be doing for him in less than a week's time.

(At least, like, she assumed. Nina hadn't actually asked when Prompto was leaving because she didn't want to know the answer but at the same time the boyos were coming for graduation which… well… she didn't think he wouldn't go with them…)

The weekend was going to suck.

And Noctis, like, was actually paying attention because rather than answering her obsessive questions about her brother, he tossed one back at her instead:

Why don't you finish school in Insomnia?

Like it was that easy.

"Why are boys so stupid?????????????????????????!" she complained, even though the problem was, in this case, that he wasn't stupid at all and she just didn't want to deal. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[Open, of course! Noctis modded with permission naturally! <3 ]

hashtag_chocobro

He'd been kind of quiet and sneaky ~~and handwavey~~ about it, but Prompto had been spending a lot of time up on the roof of the dorms, especially at dusk, so that he could catch the sunsets and stay up just looking at the night sky. He didn't even care if it was a little cloudy and he couldn't see the stars, the point was that he could still actually just sit out there on the roof, at night, and enjoy it, and he didn't really want to think about the fact that, in a little over a week, something like this would practically be a thing of the past.

There were a lot of things he was going to miss about this place, but nights without daemons was one he never took for granted. And, sure, things were safe back home in Insomnia, but it just wasn't ever going to be like this again...

...and, sure, this place wasn't without its own daemons and monsters and scary things, but it at least had sunsets that didn't fill you with cripplling dread and that ever present worry that there might not be a sunset to follow one day...

And so he was there, as he would be as much as he could manage for the next week, too, just soaking it in and enjoying as many of these nights as he could while he could.

Man, was he going to miss stars...

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

bookbeltof_love

Nina had… possibly… gone a bit (okay a lot) all out for this party.

It was just that once she'd started looking up ideas she just couldn't help but get carried away. Knowing Wayne, she'd been incredibly restrained in the use of glitter—there was still bits of it, here and there, but she'd kept in minimal—instead choosing to use magic to emphasize the fact that this party might be taking place on the dorm roof but… really… they were all out in the bush.

It was probably best to not ask how much work it had taken her to magic up the carpet of grasses and the way trees stood along the edges of the roof against all defiance of how the roof usually was. The bonfire that crackled merrily in the center of the roof was sheer perfection, the absolute pinnacle of a bonfire.

And, importantly, it wasn't going to burn anything that it shouldn't. It tossed off plenty of heat and light and you could make s'mores in it—she'd made one, already, to test—just fine, but if you walked through it all that was going to happen was you'd be incredibly toasty warm.

Lawn chairs and plaid (and only plaid) blankets and cushions abound, scattered amongst the grass and underneath the branches of the trees that most definitely had not been there earlier in the day.

The most glittery thing was the banner she'd put on the greenhouse wall that read, in bright, sparkly letters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WAYNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She hadn't been able to resist.

[OCD is up! Party ON! And the fact that there's booze at this party is NFB, please!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was definitely having himself a good, lazy Sunday. Well, maybe not so lazy, since he did go out for his usual run and shooting practice, buuuuut, now that that was out of the way? LAZY CITY CENTRAL, BABY.

He had, somehow, also managed to find himself catsitting a certain Miss Dozy, in that particular way that made it very clear he was catsitting a certain Miss Dozy because a certain Miss Dozy wanted him to be catsitting her. And that was totally fine by Prompto, because what else when better than lazily crashing on the couch than having a nice little snuggle buddy?

Well, maybe not so snuggly, what with Miss Dozy's hair (or lack thereof) situation, but she was a totally comfortable little purr monster sitting on his chest as he laid out on the couch, idly watching some freaking adorable cartoon about some guy and his chocobo going through some dungeons, or something? He honestly wasn't entirely sure, because he was only paying half attention to it, the other half of his attention going into a little bit of dozing himself because that purring was just so, so soothing...and this couch was really comfortable...

Now this was how you spent a Sunday afternoon!

[[ the brain may falter, but the heart and soul is willing! Open common room is ooopen; the hairless dozy one modded with permission! ]]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

It was time for Tisarwat's first party here, and it was long overdue, really, but she felt pretty confident about it. Something about it felt like justEarth-style party rather than a Radchaai one. She was glad she managed to enlist the help of Nina and Sabine, though. Thanks to Nina, the word had definitely gone out, and, thanks to Sabine, the decorations for the party were abstract and classy, only a little suggestive (because pulling off something not suggestive this week would be near impossible!) and on theme (since apparently there was a holiday this weekend?) without being obvious. There were even lights strung up across the ceiling, set off against soft black fabric, to resemble a romantic and starry night sky. Plenty of food and drinks (mostly finger food, unfortunately, much to Tisarwat's chagrin, but, again, Earth-style party), there would be games later, it was really all ready to go!

Almost. Tisarwat had brought with her one final touch, a large bowl that she set on a stand right by the door, filled with gloves of all sizes and colors and styles, and a sign to go along with it that boldly declared: GLOVES OPTIONAL.

Oh, the scandal!

Tisarwat herself, of course, would be wearing gloves, thank you very much (unless, perhaps, a situation arose where she wouldn't be, *ahem*. She was more than delighted to be reaping the benefits of this planet's uncivilized degeneracy, but she was a little less willing to jump into actively participating in it herself. What she was not wearing, though, was her uniform, opting to go for a sleek black sleeveless sut cut in a feminine style.

She triple checked to make sure everything was ready, and it was, so now, she supposed, she just waited for everyone to arrive.

[[ ~~and take bets for how many times my computer crashes while I try to make ocd~~ none! it crashed none times! It's a Valentine's Day miracle! go forth and get weird with your hands, everyone ]]

hashtag_chocobro

It was finally here! Prompto's favorite day of the entire Earth year: PUPPY BOWL SUNDAY! It had actually almost snuck up on him, since he didn't really follow sports even back on his own planet, much less this one, and he knew it was tied in with some other apparently big sporting event, but who even cared about that when there were puppies plaiyng sports instead? Oh, man. Words could seriously not express how much he loved the Puppy Bowl. The only thing that would be better than puppies playing football would be, like....chocobos playing polo.

Note to self: look into chocobo polo leagues.

Anyway! In his excitement, he'd even gotten up early to make sure everything was set for the party, from snacks to decorations to making sure he remembered what channel it was even going to be on. And then it was a matter of just hanging out and hoping people showed up, but even if they didn't, it was still watching puppies play football, and so there was no way he could lose in a situation like that.

It would seem like a waste of a lot of paper and energy if his flyers hadn't enticed people to come, but OHHHH WEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!

[[ open puppy party is open! Minor OCD (which is up!). Up early because it CAN be and because I have work later which makes posting OCD a little tricky! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Who had two thumbs and spent most of his Saturday making little puppy-shaped flyers to hand around and post in all the common rooms? THIS GUY!

Because, out of all the strange holidays and events that this country and this world had, there was one that Prompto had chosen to observe almost religiously, and was definitely going to have to badger Nina about recording for him next year, and he had to make sure everyone knew about it.

!!!PUPPY BOWL PARTY!!!

Come celebrate the most wonderful (AND CUTEST!) time of the year
with a PUPPY BOWL PARTY

Party starts at TWO! Game starts at THREE!

Third Floor Common Room!
(That's where Breakfast is!)

Snacks! Drinks! ADORABLE PUPPIES PLAYING FOOTBALL!

Contact Prompto (Room 303!) for more info and/or questions!!!

And once he'd papered the common rooms with them, he was wondering if he should just go ahead and put them on doors and stuff, too. Just to make sure the word got out. Or the stairways! Bathroom doors! PUPPY POSTERS EVERYWHERE!!!

[[ I've had a rough day at work and could use some fluff and don't want to just wait until tomorrow, so post is totally open if anyone wants to run into him! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne fucking loved Christmas, there was no doubt about that, and, by the time he'd finished with everything back at the farm, there was hardly any time left before Christmas, and it didn't make a whole lot of sense to go back to school for maybe two whole fucking classes and then go right on back to Letterkenny for Christmas, so he'd pert'near decided to just stay put for a while. But now that Christmas and Boxing Day was out of the way, it looked like he was heading on back finally.

And straight into an Impromptu (but not really, since he'd been planning it, just didn't tell anyone) Belated Christmas Party.

Look. He had gifts for everyone, you see, and giving out gifts during a Christmas party was tradition, and everyone knew how Wayne felt about tradition. Even if it was December 28th. But fuck all if Fandom ever really cared about things like proper dates and reality and what-have-you in the first place.

He may have even sent out a few messages. He may have also sent squirrels out to alert people, feeling like a real fuckin' Disney princess over here, and then he got things set up, which mostly just involved food and stuff for Christmas drinks (classy ones, though, gotta keep it classy until midnight, when it would be time for the Three Wisemen), Christmas movies on rotation on the TV, and Wayne, set off to the side in an armchair with a small little Christmas tree sitting on a table beside him (because a tree was tradition), ready to dole out gifts.

He made sure the first gift went out to Prompto, though, because while he really didn't care too much for the weird skid kid, he was still a friend and Nina's brother now, apparentleh, so he got a gift, and an important one for the night, too. Prompto was no Bonnie McMurray, but he was a good photographer, so Wayne could entrust in him a disposable camera to keep all the memories of the night.

If the guy would ever stop gushing over the fact that Wayne had even gotten him anything and was giving him such an important task, to the point where Wayne just had to interrupt with a very firm, "Well, pitter-patter," and told Prompto to just send the next person over already.

It probably wouldn't be the best fucking Christmas ever, but it was still probably going to be a pretty darn good one.

[[ impromptu (but not really because I've been mostly planning this for weeks now) belated christmas party OCD is ~~on the way~~ up! Let's get at 'er! Up stupid early because I have to be at work stupid early, and a little SP more'n likeleh because of said stupid work, buuuuut I haaaaad to have Wayne do his Christmas gift thing! ]]

thishouseishaunted

Tonight was Longest Night, the most major holiday of the year where Mae was from. And Mae was still in Fandom instead of home in Possum Springs with her family. There were any number of reasons for this: her last class was just yesterday and she didn't have time to rush home. Her family couldn't really afford bus tickets back and forth that often, so it was cheaper for Mae to stay in town.

And it wouldn't be the same at home anyway. It wasn't last year. No one there had forgotten about the Incident, so Mae would just end up lying around feeling guilty and depressed while her parents offered meaningless platitudes about things "getting better" in the new year.

Instead she was here, where everyone celebrated Longest Night four days late and under the wrong name. She could lie around feeling lonely and depressed, and had in fact planned to do just that, until the island gave them all candles for the day. Fandom knew, even if no one else did: Longest Night was still the longest night, and that was worth celebrating. So she went on a scavenger hunt through the dorms for supplies, scribbled some signs on notebook paper and pasted them in the common rooms, and headed to the roof to throw her own little Longest Night party.

LONGEST NIGHT
It's the darkest it'll get all year tonight
and that's spooky and cool
Come to the roof for hot drinks
and ~~a fire~~ like snacks and stuff

Or don't. Whatever.
More snacks for me.

[open to all who might still be around the dorms!]

bookbeltof_love

Had Nina planned on having a party when she'd woken up that morning?

Nnnnnnnnnnnope!

But, like, really when the gremlins had burst into her room that morning to carol at her about some harking herald singing or something like that, Nina had a) hid under her blankets and made a despairing noise because ladies were supposed to be woken by soulful serenading and not… that… and b) had started pondering ways to use this since it was clearly the method of madness that the island was going with today.

Hence. A party! Then all she'd needed was a theme, to really tie it all together, and the island did tend to lend itself to a certain direction…………… so, like, some frantic Googling (she loved the internet), some tromping about in the snow being trailed by gremlin carolers as she bought things and then, by evening, she had it all ready to go.

( Email to ALL CURRENT STUDENTS under the cut! )

Okay, cool. Email sent out! Now to see if anyone else was willing to help her do this or if the rest of the dorms would just be subjected to her idea of holiday decorating! Mwahaha!

And, in the corner, on the impromptu stage she'd set up for them, the caroling gremlins sang their little hearts out.

[Email was sent to all current students. If your character wouldn't use/get email, feel free to mod having run into a bubbly Nina who babbled about the party at you. Also, naturally, open common room is open! ~~Plz hold for small~~ OCD is up, run free!]

hashtag_chocobro

You know, Prompto might not really celebrate Thanksgiving (with the exception of massive ~~handwaved~~ parties with adorable animals with a giant fish prince), nor did he really understand it, but he couldn't help being completely down with a holiday that resulted in the fridges in the common room being absolutely stuffed with leftovers.

He might feel a little bit differently next week, when those leftovers were still definitely there, but it was Friday, he had no classes, he'd gotten in his newly established Friday-morning-after-radio workouts, and so he was ready to throw together a small microwave-friendly feast, plop down on the couch, and have a look-see at the television to see if anything good was on.

There usually wasn't, but he was just here to veg out, anyway.

[[ I am too tired for work to be this god-awfully slow. save me. open common room is totally open, please feel free to mod the television! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

After a conversation with Sabine yesterday about art and some of the more...err...destructive natures of her particular style of art, Prompto had an idea, especially since, well, it seemed like he was one of the few grown-ups even left in the dorms this weekend and it was probably a good idea to have something all the little kidlets could do that was somewhat contained and keeping them out of trouble.

Because, you know, babysitting his wee tiny little sister and a wee tiny little Zora (SO wee tiny, wtf, Sidon??) wasn't enough. He was also taking it on himself to plan a little art party, too. Out on the deck, where there was plenty of space and clean-up was a little easier and not likely to make Fosse pretty much hate everything about this weekend (if he didn't already).

So the deck was covered in layers of big pieces of paper, ready to be turned into art, and there were paints and markers and crayons and whatever other art supply Prompto could think of and find (which meant yes, tons of glitter, sorry, Fosse, it couldn't all be avoided!). But there was also a collection of..."bombs"....little things like eggs and grapes and blueberries and water balloons with some paint and food coloring in them that could be thrown onto the deck and explode to give things that little extra Sabine-inspired flair.

And smocks.

So many smocks.

Prompto was making it his personal goal to make sure no kid even got close to touching this stuff until they had a smock on, and he got Sidon on board with it, because he was a good little Zora, and very energetic, so he will chase you down until you obliged, dang it!

[[ ART PARTY! Come make a mess and/or make Prompto flail a little! No OCD, chaos encouraged, please mod your supplies and various art "bombs"! I still have a few hours of work left, though, so I'll be slow to ping back until then! ]]

bookbeltof_love

Nina was on a quest!

A journey! An adventure!

There was a naked cat in the bedroom and she needed to find it clothes! There hadn't been any clothes that had fit the cat in the bedroom ~~that had been within reach~~, which meant that she had to venture out and inspect other drawers and cupboards because the poor thing was going to get cold!

And everyone knew that cats didn't like hats very much.

(The naked cat had really not liked it when Nina had tried to put one on it, at least.)

The naked cat had refused to come with her (Nina had the scratch on her arm to prove it) and the friendly pink jelly blob had made funny noises at her and while she'd been giggling had rolled under the door and away.

Which was just another reason to go exploring! Maybe she could find the jelly blob and make friends with it? That'd be so fun--

But quietly.

If she was quiet, after all, she wouldn't be in anyone's way and no one would notice her and that would mean she'd be a good girl and her game wouldn't be stopped so she wasn't in anyone's way.

Nina poked her head into the open door and, seeing that no one was in there, tiptoed her way over to all the big drawers, ignoring the soft looking couches and the big black mirror things. She peered into the metal box with the handle on it and the metal bars inside of it and opened the humming box that turned out to have some food in it, though she didn't touch any of it because it wasn't hers and she didn't know what a lot of it even was and even the fact that she was able to read some didn't help her out.

What was mar-jar-in anyway?

She found a bag of rice in another drawer, once she'd abandoned the humming cold box, leaving the door ajar accidentally, and then a bunch of pots and pans, which made her think she wasn't going to find clothes in what might be a kitchen but, really, now that she was here she had to check all of them, right?

That was what adventurers would do! Right!

[Open, naturally!]

handystand

Okuyasu had chucked pumpkins in class, which had made today honestly quite fun. But then when he'd gotten a mysterious package in the mail, he was extra curious. What possibly could anyone be sending him? Was it secret orders from Jotaro? A care package from Tonio?

He brought the package into the common room and set it on a counter, where he opened it to reveal... a smaller, wrapped package. But there was a note!

Hey Okuyasu,
Just because you went off to some weird American school doesn't mean I'm going to forget your birthday! This is from me and Koichi and I guess my old man too since I used his stolen money for this. Enjoy it, and write back more!

-Josuke

"...Oh right it was my birthday," Okuyasu said, realizing he was seventeen now. "It completely slipped my mind and... well nobody here knew I guess."

He opened up the package and got just a little weepy eyed at what was inside. While the gift itself was just two new gold badges for his uniform (now with studded gemstones!), it was wrapped in newspaper from Morioh and there were even some lottery tickets inside. And then, at the bottom, a picture of Josuke, Koichi, Okuyasu's dad, Tonio, and even Ronan (who did not look like he wanted to be there). That was real nice.

[ooc: Very open post! Save me, I am stuck at our call center for 2 and a half hours.]

hashtag_chocobro

You know what? For a vacation, that trip involved a lot do doing stuff. Between all the hiking, exploring Quito like a homesick city boy when they were there, taking about a million photographs and taking advantage of the pool ~~albeit handwavily~~, Prompto got back feeling strangely exhausted. Wasn't that, like, the opposite of how you should feel after a vacay? Either way, they were back now, he had a giant bowl filled with whatever that candy was that was falling from the sky today (how had he figured out it was candy? He just did, okay??), and he was ready to flop on the couch in the common room, flip on the TV, and maybe surf around a little bit to see if there was something good on to veg out to.

Honestly, he was kind of hoping to find that one show where all those super demanding brides went to find wedding dresses, because he loooooooooved that shit, but it seemed, no matter where he flipped, the channels were all playing some sort of scary movie.

"Welp," he said, as he finally settled on one that looked good and cheesy and horrible, and then settled into the couch with his big bowl of candy corn on his lap, "here's to hoping I don't regret this later when I'm trying to go to sleep!"

His roommate was a big dude, though; he was pretty sure he'd be safe from any daemons or zombies or vampires if they started showing up, though.

[[ *luxuriates in day off* open common room is open! Please feel free to mod the rando customizable horror movie to whatever ridiculous proportions you'd like! ]]

always_someone

Norman and Trevor had been throwing around a plan, almost actually a dare, really, to get together at some point to watch movies. And not just any movies either, no. They'd had a conversation about now unrealistic monsters in film happened to be, and that meant clearly they had to get together for beer and a viewing of that one about the sparkly vampires.

Look, they didn't make the movies, they just acknowledged that they existed.

Norman had actually felt weirder about renting the movie about the glittery vampires than he had about buying the case of beer, because he really did have better taste in monster movies than that while he was reasonably certain it wasn't a secret that he had no idea what he was doing with beer in the first place. So he'd made certain to find a chaser. For the movie, not for the beer. In the form of a kind of campy 80s vampire flick that he hadn't seen yet mostly by virtue of being more interested in the shambling undead than the sexy kind.

And then he'd ordered pizza enough for two, making popcorn while he waited for the food to arrive.

The amount of pizza that arrived was... not an amount to be safely consumed by two, and Norman stared at it in wonderment for a few minutes before sending a text around to any student in the dorms he had the number of:

Pizza and vampire movies on the 3rd floor?

Look, Norman didn't throw parties. Norman was just kind of baffled by the fact that apparently, he'd just sort of stumbled into doing so.

[OOC: Open party! Feel free to get a text or to just stumble on in!]

crack_that_whip

It was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.

So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.

Either way, it was what he was doing.

[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]

unusual_sith

Delirium had said there were cartoons on Saturday mornings, and they seemed like an interesting thing, so Lana had commandeered the TV to try watching a few. In case anybody else showed up, she made a pot of coffee and a kettle of hot water for tea. She was drinking the latter, with proper blue cream, and eating something that claimed to be cereal, but seemed more like sugar in a bowl (the milk for that had started white, but it was now a multicoloured mess).

So if anybody were looking for the Sith, they'd find her watching Looney Tunes (and a few other things) in her pajamas and eating Lucky Charms.

Totally Sithly.

[I was inspired. Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had been pretty scarce after the whole Toymaker thing. Even after she felt better about it, she hadn't much wanted to deal with people. But new kids would be here soon and classes would be starting and so she finally decided she had to get out of her room. It was breakfast day, anyway, maybe she could hang out and see if anyone hated her?

So she went up to the third floor and... no Wayne, no breakfast.

"Well, that's new."

[Someone had to! Open!]

bookbeltof_love

Nina's own escape had been nowhere near as dramatic as Regina's. She didn't have access to most of her magic (and toy fireballs and round droplets of plastic water were not much use at all) without tools and time to prepare (she was making a note to herself, under all the screaming she wasn't doing, to fix that later) she was sort of… stuck.

And short of ripping a limb off and hoping it had a sharp metal bit in it to scratch a summoning circle in the floor of her prison cell, Nina hadn't had anything she could use, and no way to confirm that her stupid plastic body would actually have sharp edges if she ripped herself apart unless she actually went ahead and did so…

So, like, no. But the very fact she'd considered it said… well, a lot.

Nina had fallen back on her other strongest skill, when it came to getting out of situations: lying.

The kerfuffle with all the other toys—something about a break in? or a mass rebellion? she wasn't really sure, the details didn't filter very well down to other prisoners—and meant that her case was much, much more effective when she pled that she really was a Good Toy and that she'd been throwing a party, which is what only Good Toys did, and that Prompto had had the very best of intentions but that he'd been wrong, he'd taken happy exhaustion after a party for not happy enough--

And it took her a while, it really did, but when her transgressions were held up against the real traitors, why, it was like she wasn't a Bad Toy at all! They let her out, since she was obviously a Good Toy and, gushing her thanks, her praise for the Toymaker, and her total understanding for the whole mix-up, their warnings to make sure she avoided such confusing situations in the future because they would be watching…

Nina couldn't throw up or cry in her current form but, once she was far, far enough away from the Toybox, she collapsed against a building, shuddering until she was all shuddered out, and then, because she desperately did not want to be caught again, crept her way through town, making one of her priorities to find and get a pencil crayon so that she wasn't left without a way to summon things again, as she headed towards the dorms.

The dorms loomed in front of her, both reassuring and terrifying. She wanted to go in, check on Miss Dozy and Foomy, but she wasn't sure she dared. If she met Prompto again………………………

Nina picked her way around the outside of the dorms instead, skirting around the principal's tower, vaguely intent on the Preserve, but when she spotted the stables, she detoured there. No one else was there, just a few stuffed, toy horses pretending to eat their plastic hay, and that… that was just about the most relaxing thing she'd found.

Paranoia (though was it really, when they really were out to get them?) meant that she still made herself search every nook and cranny and…

"Like, what is this?????????????" she wondered, picking up the weird little nesting doll and turning it over in her hands. "What??????????????????"

There was an illustration of the dorms on the front leading to the Preserve on the back of the doll and that seemed...

Nina had been on the island for almost a year at this point. This was the sort of thing that, like, seemed important.

Hugging the nesting doll to herself, Nina peeked outside the stables. Important meant she was going to have to leave the relative safety of the stables and she didn't want to… but she was going to have to… but maybe, just maybe, she'd take stock here first, for a little bit longer…

[Open post, naturally! And this tag hasn't been used since 2012?!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had not meant to spent a good chunk of her afternoon watching a reality competition show about glass blowing, but here she was. It was a kind of art that she didn't really have experience with, and it was so cool, and she was so entranced by it she almost didn't notice that the pizza she ordered two and a half hours ago had finally shown up.

At least not until they called and she had to pause to go down and get it, and found that it was delivered by a cowboy. It was also then that she realized that she should probably tip really well if some poor driver had to deal with Fandom weirdness just to bring her food.

Of course, it was Fandom, so it was possible that he really was a cowboy.

Anyway, there was food and people shaping glass in the common room, if anyone was into that sort of thing.

[This is method RP, minus the cowboy. Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto had gone back to his room to just sort of chill and relax with some video games after his classes, when he received a phone call from his dad, and so he braced himself for the long haul because his dad was always really chatty and always asked about how things were going, and if he was keeping a good eye on Nina, and told him about how things were going back home in Insomnia, and he was just really, really involved, you know? It was sort of a burden, if he was honest, bordering on irritating, but it was good, he supposed, to have parents that cared and were interested and wanted to just make sure things were going okay, right? Anyway, they said they were sending over some money for them if they needed it for anything, and that he wasn't allowed to just go and spent it all on junk food, and, yeah, yeah, yeah, he wouldn't, don't worry, and the conversation had gone on so long that Prompto got restless just pacing his room while talking and his stomach was a little rumbly, so he headed on over to the common room to check the fridge to see if there was any leftover while his dad rambled on and he gave little answers here and there.

Hmmmm. Plenty of Cup Noodle in the cupboards, but...nah, he wasn't feeling it, there were way better options, and he grabbed some leftovers to nuke real quick while trying to shake off his dad so he could actually eat it when it was ready.

"Yeah, hey, Dad, listen, I gotta go, alright? But I'll let you know when that package gets here, okay? And, yeah, yeah, of course I'll tell her you said hi, you know you can just call her, too, though, right? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, I know. Okay. Uh-huh. Yeah...yup....ookaaaaaay, Dad, geez. Yeah. Love you, too. Okay. Bye."

It looks half as long just to get that guy to hang up a phone as it did to have an actual conversation! But Prompto couldn't really be mad about it, it was cool that they cared and all and he knew it was hard for them having both of them gone of to school on a whole different planet in a whole different universe, so he got it.

But, also, he had gotten really hungry in the course of all that and he couldn't well keep talking with a mouthful of food, now, could he?

[[ open! open! it's open! *spams the 3rd floor tag like crazy this week* ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was feeling...better. Not great, by any margin, but well enough that he didn't feel like he was slowly dying. He could actually breathe, even through his nose!, although it was all still a bit sniffly, and he had color back in his skin again that wasn't just freckles standing out in sharp relief against a corpse-grey pallor. Truth be told, he should probably still be in bed resting a little more, but he also had energy again, and he was feeling incredibly restless and really sick of just staring at his own room and his nightstand covered with tissues and cough medicine, even if most of his time there had been spent sleeping since Friday.

And so, wrapped in a blanket because despite the heat outside, Prompto was frickin' freezing his stupid skinny butt off, he shuffled down to the common room and heated up a bowl of chicken soup compliments the best girlfriend ever for breakfast (hey, at least it wasn't Cup Noodle TM?). Then he curled up comfortably on the couch and set to the task of finding out if there was anything good even on TV on a Sunday morning.

The answer? Not really. Like, at all.

Until, of course, he came across an old cowboy shoot-'em-up Western on some old movie station, because you know he'd be all about that sort of thing. And you could tell he really was feeling better because he spent half the time scoffing and criticizing the more unrealistic shots....and then wondering if...actually...no...maybe that could work? He was gonna have to try some of this stuff out...

[[ ohgods, someone please save me from Sunday morning shifts -_- Open common room is open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

No amount of hot water and soap and showering was going to be able to wash off the last week.

But that wasn't going to stop Prompto Argentum from trying. And it wasn't even about the fact that, no matter how hard he scrubbed, his skin remained that awful, awful shade of grey (and yes, yes, he had noticed it was all greys and blacks and whites now, only without the benefit of him also being an adorable little puppy like last time)...because it was gone, actually gone, all those spikes and horns and tail, the black and red ichor contantly flowing from his eyes, his pores, his cuts and wounds, the insanity that drove him, the desire to just hurt things and ruin them and destroy them, feeding off the fear, the terror, the pain. He was back to himself again, back to Prompto, back to who he was, not what he was supposed to have been.

He'd lost track by now how many times he'd thrown up on his staggering return to the dorms; he was surprised how he managed to still find swells of sobbing inside, just when he thought he was done, it was over, there was nothing left in him anymore. No amount of hot water or soap or showering or time was going to wash this way, but he stood there underneath the shower in the boys' bathroom on his floor until the water ran cold, and he stayed there until he started shivering, and the shivering just reminded him of transforming, the violence of all his nightmares made real, and there he was, throwing up again, finally turning off the water as he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, grabbed a towel to wrap around himself as he found a wall, slid down in, and just...sat, staring at his hands, thinking of what they'd been capable of, staring at his barcode, thinking of how that was what they were always meant to do...

Man....fuck this place.

And Prompto was just going to stay there until he figured out just what he wanted to do about this, and he wasn't sure, so he figured he was going to be there a while. Good thing there were no classes this week, right? And he figured, if he was going to be anywhere, this would be a good spot if he wanted to avoid anyone who might be looking for him. There were, what, five guys in this whole school? And while a good chunk of them were on this floor, the bathrooms were pretty quiet. And he felt he was probably safe from Nina in here, too; she was a proper lady, after all, wouldn't dare go into a boys' bathroom!

Vette, on the other hand...

...so that was why, if anyone should try, they'd find all the vents into this place properly boobytrapped.

Though Prompto personally hoped (and didn't hope, like, at all, it was complicated) that they wouldn't really have even bothered, anyway. That they wouldn't have cared. That would make this thing so much easier...

...fuck this place.

[[oh, hey, bathroom post! s'open! ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Today had been a busy day for Vette. There had been classes, work, visits to her boyfriend at work, and, oh yes, secretly and frantically organizing a surprise birthday party for Nina. Sidon and Prompto had been tapped in for getting-supplies-and-decorating duty with Prompto portalling to Mainland 1.0 to get a proper cake and decorations. Nuclear wastelands, after all, were a little slim on party supplies.

Vette, meanwhile, was going to use that fact to her favor after sending out a text to basically the whole student body (minus Nina) announcing the where and when and why of the party in question. She cornered Nina before she could venture into the common room, and then presented her with one of the cookies liberated from her snack drawer, with a candle on it.

Since, you know, nuclear wastelands didn't really have cake.

There had been a cute little birthday song that Vette made up on the fly (she'd had Miss Dozy assist in singing it, which mostly meant waving a little naked cat around in the air while singing about getting older but no more mature), and then Vette had gasped.

"Nina! I forgot the milk!"

You couldn't have a birthday cookie without milk.

And that was how Vette managed to drag the birthday girl to the common room for a surprise party, wasteland or none.

[OOC: Post open for all students! If you think you got a text, you got one! If you want to just wander in to the siren smell of pizza, that's good too!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine just wanted to get away from people for a while, and rather than going out to the warehouse, she decided to head on up to the sixth floor common room. No one was ever up there, so why not?

What she found was a party setup. This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled onto one of these things, and on a week like this she wasn't sure she trusted it. So she took a picture of the setup and sent it to the other students with a message, I think the sixth floor did it again?

She realized belatedly that this was of course probably going to bring people in here when that was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted. Look, she was not firing on all cylinders this week. She couldn't even seem to pick up the Coke bottle that may or may not have been stuck to the floor, but still spun if you hit it. Interesting.

[LOOK. Look. Our students are too good, and this is a good week to fix that. Open party, up early for SP!]

misshapen_spark

Yang knew what was going on. And no, she wasn't super-thrilled about it. Yes, she had a boyfriend, and very very nice make-outs, but that wasn't enough to take the edge off her itch.

But what better way to work off her excess energy than some target practice? She set up one of the lanes with the options for moving targets, cranking it up to the highest setting possible.

Yang and her precious Ember Celica were going to have a work-out, followed by some maintenance and tweaking and disassembly and reassembly and another work-out and--

Look, you deal with hormones your way, Yang will do hers. And maybe later, she'd take her motorcycle out for a spin. On the mainland. Away from all....this.

[OOC: open post is open, with some SP]

hashtag_chocobro

With his usual morning workout routine out of the way, Prompto headed back to the dorms to get Girl fed and comfortable back in his room, then headed on down to the common room to take care of feeding himself. He'd been looking forward to a delicious and convenient Cup Noodle^TM practically the whole time he was out, so there was a little bounce in his step as he headed on over to one of the cabinets that was always stuffed with them and grabbed the first one, singing a little under his breath as he ripped open the top.

And out popped something small and furry, shaking itself on the counter for a moment before hopping off the side of it onto the floor, and then moseyed its way out the door.

"Uh...." said Prompto.

Cautiously, he grabbed the next one in the cupboard. Opened it. Out popped another little furry dude who pretty much followed the other little furry dude out the door. The same thing happened with a third, a fourth.

Alright. Maybe no satisfying and easy Cup Noodle^TM today. Maybe he'd have some cereal instead. But when he opened that box, there were three of the little furry dudes in there, and Prompto just shook his head.

"Okay," he decided, "maybe today's just a day for ordering pizza..."

Luckily, someone had remembered to spay and neuter their tribbles, otherwise they all might have been in a bit of...trouble.

[[work is dumb. Have some tribbles living in boxed food items, idk. open!]]

[[and now in the right month/year, too!]]

unusual_sith

She'd woken up this morning, slipped into meditation with the ease of long habit, and in the course of quieting her mind realized she didn't know why she was doing it. Or where she was. Or who she was.

It probably should have been more frightening, but she was getting no sense of danger, only confusion.

There was another girl in the room with her, but she decided to let her sleep. Keeping calm, she let a feeling of rightness draw her out to a room down the hall from where she'd woken up, where there were an old-fashioned refrigeration unit and cooking surfaces.

"Well," she said aloud to no-one, "There's no reason to tackle this on an empty stomach."

Eggs. She could cook eggs, even if they were all white.

[Open common room! Amnesiac Sith making breakfast!]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto was actually in his own common room for a change; it was super weird! But it was also where he knew all the Cup Noodle was, so there he was, heating up some water, getting ready to have himself a delicious and convenient snack, and then plop on the couch, kick up his feet, and do a little channel surfing for a lazy Sunday afternoon.

It didn't take him long to figure out that there was some sort of sporting event going on. Of course, he didn't recognize the sport at all, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to learn a little bit more about what people considered sports on this planet. But American football, it seemed, couldn't hold his attention for long, and, though it had its interesting moments, he found himself back to channel surfing in between plays more often than not, looking for something a bit more enticing.

And that's when he found it.

He'd almost gone by it, flipping so fast he'd nearly missed it, but a good doggo on the screen would always make Prompto backtrack through the channels pretty fast, and then he realized it wasn't just one good doggo, but several. Good doggos...playing football.

"Oh. Em. Gee." Prompto had to stare at the screen with a sense of wonderment before laughing and kicking back and figuring he could probably just toss the remote away, because this station was not changing. "I love this planet."

Dogs! PLAYING FOOTBALL. He could die so happy now.

He just wished he'd discovered this a little closer to his Furnado shift, because those puppers were so playing football now.

[[ um, yeah, how could this NOT happen?? Open common room is open! ]]

white_oleander

So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually did wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.

She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just knew where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "Monday Night, Sixth Floor" on the other.

Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.

She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....

[[ small ocd ~~incoming~~ is up! open party is open! ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

[OOC: Open!]

thishouseishaunted

Mae had decided today was a good day to have a lazy afternoon. She had her crappy (actually, perfectly servicable) tote bag she'd made in class to decorate, a whole bottle of white-out to stink the place up with, and she'd barely watched any TV since she'd gotten here, so she had lots of shows she could catch up on.

Theoretically, anyway. All she could find were weird preteen sitcoms, where kids were excited to get to go to school, and everyone spent the majority of their time screaming.

"Where's the sells-weed-out-behind-the-equipment-shed character?" she wondered, as she watched two girls freak out about being caught rearranging the letters on a highway sign. "Or the 'burnouts vaping in the stairwell' characters? These shows are so unrealistic."

[open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine only had one class on Monday, and she had just planned on getting some caffeine before having to go, except she walked into the common room to find puppies. Random puppies. Adorable, tiny, fluffy baby puppies.

She didn't know where they came from and obviously they wouldn't be staying, but could anyone blame her if she ignored the caffeine to pick one up and cuddle him? (The answer was no, not unless they were a monster.)

[Snow day! You need puppies, come play.]

hashtag_chocobro

Prompto had had a pretty good day, really. Good, brisk jog around the island earlier in the day, then hit up the gym for some weight training, another jog around before returning to the dorms. Grab a shower, fix his hair, and then it was time to finally give into that appetite he'd worked up nicely and relax with whatever he could find that was good background noise for a few rounds of kicking butt on King's Knight, especially since Gladio finally started playing and he'd really have to rub it in how much of a newb he was on it.

Hey, he didn't get a chance to easily beat Gladio in anything; he had to take advantage of it while he could.

The sandwich he was making, in any case, was going to be pretty epic, too. Huge, the kind you needed three hands and a jaw that you could unhinge to be able to eat it. Nice variety of veg, too, with about half the condiments he could find in the fridge to boot. He'd totally earned it. He grabbed a knife to slice that bad boy in half, then set it carefully in the sink while he went to add a carefully portioned handful of chips to his plate, whipped out his phone to take a few pictures of the beautiful monster. Satisfied after a few tries with the angles and the lighting, he went to the sink to clean off the knife right away, because it was just smart to not leave sharp knives hanging around in sinks unwashed for people to cut themselves on.

Except that...there was no knife in the sink.

"What?" Prompto asked to no one in particular, since he was alone, blinking at the empty sink. "But it was just...I just put it there!"

So he checked the counter, he checked if he dropped it, he checked under the sink, back by his plate, back in the drawer, but...nothing. No knife. No where.

"I literally just had it!" he remarked again, continuing the check everywhere he'd just checked, thinking maybe he missed it, because where the heck would it have even gone? It had just been there!

"Whaaaat? How? I don't even..."

[[ the case of the mysteriously disappearing knife is literally the only exciting thing happening at work right now. Open! ]]

hashtag_chocobro

Noctis' present for Prompto's birthday had finally come in, and Prompto was in love.

"Hello, there, gorgeous; where have you two been all my life?"

Sure, he had guns. But these were guns. A pair of beautifully crafted, expertly made, stunningly beautiful pistols rescued and swept away from the depths of the Lucian armory and into his hands, and he was just dying to get down to the gun range to see how they handled.

Like a dream, was the short answer. They fit his hand perfectly, like they were made for him, destined for him, the triggers had just the right amount of resistance and weight, nice kickback, easy to aim, good spin on 'em when he finished off a particularly good round of shooting with an absolutely necessary and important little twirl of the guns.

And this cinched it, as he loaded up for another go. This absolutely sealed the deal. This had absolutely been the best birthday ever!

[[ open gun range/salle is oooooopen! ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Once again, Sabine's stuff had gone missing, and she'd decided it was the day to actually look through the common rooms and see if it was somewhere there somehow. And once she got to the sixth floor, a floor she wasn't even sure she'd realized they had, she found a party set up. There was food, there were drinks, there was music going, there were even vaguely partyish decorations strung up.

But no one was here, and she looked around before getting out her phone and sending a group text to the dorms: Did someone throw a party on the sixth floor and forget to tell anyone? Because there's one waiting up here.

So, maybe she'd wait for people and see if they knew what was up? And anyway, there was free food and drink, so she went to grab a soda, and spotted a familiar symbol on a cap. "Hey, this is mine."

[I Never party! Text sent to everyone who wants it, open to all students!]

revengenotebook

Paris had caught up on the news, which was why Paris was now camped out in the common room in the most elaborate pillow fort ever constructed, complete with a "NO Y CHROMOSOMES ALLOWED NO I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR WHINING, EVERYTHING IS NOT ABOUT *YOU* ALL THE TIME, MEN, JFC" sign on the door into the area.

She was crouched in the center of the pillow fort, doing her best to make a dent in the ice cream supply of the entire island, and yelling disparaging comments at House Hunters. "No one needs a room just to sunbathe in, Stephen. For God's sake."

[OOC: Where I am spiritually Paris today. So open.]

Current Mood: rage-y

hashtag_chocobro

Truth be told, Prompto was a little afraid of the dark, which might make it seem a little weird that he'd go up to the roof that evening, as the darkness was just settling in, but there was one thing he'd come to realize about this place, something he should have figured with it not even being on Eos or anything, and that was something he found a little unbelievable and absolutely amazing.

This place had no daemons.

He'd practically ran back to the dorms through the streets of Fandom that first time after his shift at the C.I.C. was over. Sure, the streets were lit well enough, but way out here, without any walls to protect him, he had no idea what to expect. He took his time a little more earlier this week, no one had mentioned anything about being caught in the dark late at night, could this place really not have any?

He figured the roof would be a great place to really scope out any dark places to avoid; if it turned out to be unsafe, he could duck back inside quickly enough, no problem. And if everything was fine, if his theory was right, then he'd get to spend the evening doing something he'd never imagined himself able to do: kick back and look up into a night sky full of stars.

"Amazing!"

It was the little things in life, right?

[[ open! m'boy here was feeling left out, so it's Prompto time! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Yesterday Sabine had gone shopping, marked all her stuff with her symbol because even if it didn't keep anyone from stealing it if she ever saw it she'd know it was hers, and put everything away.

Today she went into the fridge to get a soda and...

"Come on, it hasn't even been a day!"

She was going to have to start making booby traps.

[Open CR!]

hashtag_chocobro

The rainy weather had put a damper (Ha! Get it?) on Prompto's plans for another good jog around the island, which he wasn't too broken-hearted about, believe him on that, but he wasn't going to let being in a new place sway him into breaking all the good habits he'd built up over the years. He went down to the gym instead, got in some time with some weights, a punching bag, and more than a little bit of time with his own reflection in the mirror. What? Even he had to admit he'd come a long way from the sad, lonely chubby kid he used to be.

After the gym, he hit the showers, and then meandered over to the common room to whip up the peanut butter chocolate protein shake he'd been practically dreaming about since he'd brought it up at his cooking class earlier that week, filled his glass, and then went to crash on the couch.

"Alright!" he said, obviously to no one in particular since he was, at that point, by himself, getting comfortable, lying in a way so that one leg danged off the side of the couch, the other off the arm of it. "Now it's time to chillax!"

Which generally involved texting Noctis and beating his butt in King's Knight.

[[ open common room is ooooopeeeeen!]]

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