fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with quinn fabray

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce's preparations for leaving two weeks out were continuing. Today's task was to whittle down the eclectic collection of books he had in his room. He had plenty that he would be keeping, of course. But with the amount of things he'd be bringing back to Gotham from the cave, he needed to consider if he really needed to keep Trees of North America or Entering Space or even Racing Car Design and Development.

Seriously. Eclectic.

And so he hauled many of the less potentially useful books in his collection out to the common room and put up a sign saying "Free Books." While he waited for them to disappear, he was going to say goodbye to Code Administratif Des Etablissemens Dangereux, Insalubres Ou Incommodes (1832) by Trebuchet Adolphe, a French report he originally picked up because of the author's first name. Bruce wasn't made of stone. You see the name "Trebuchet" and you buy the damn book regardless of how esoteric the subject is.

[OOC: My Amazon recommendations may be weird after doing some of those searches. Open CR since I'm home from wooooooork! Feel free to mod books on a variety of bizarrely specific subjects.]

wwiii

Finally, that whole mess with the school board had been sorted out, and Warren was free to wander around wherever he wanted without worrying about who was getting an eyeful of wing. Okay, sure, so it meant that the last week of his high school career had been a bit of a wash, since having to run around with an image inducer turned on all the time had been something of a mood killer, but now he had a little bit of time before grad in order to just appreciate his last little bit of time here on the island.

Naturally, this was the week that spring caught up with him and he started molting.

This afternoon, Warren could be found sitting shirtless on the roof and fidgeting, the occasional feather drifting down to settle beside him.

"I hate everything."

No, he didn't really. But regrowing feathers was agonizingly itchy business.

[Open roof is open!]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

Unfortunately, it would take a lot more than the threat of losing funding to allow Britta Perry to be able to take this sort of fascist regime to take over, even if only for a week. She regarded the uniforms with complete disgust, seeing them as nothing more than symbols of conformity and the loss of individuality for the mindless monotony demanded by the Man to ensure that no one had their own brain, personality, or even fashion sense. This was not going to stand. Oh, no. Not while Britta Perry had anything to say about it.

The smoke bomb had been a failure, but Britta was sure that this protest would be more effective...and more important. Uniforms! Ha!

Needless to say, Britta was not wearing her uniform. In fact, her uniforms were piled up in front of her on the ground.

"We will not be confined to the strict and starchy guidelines of uniformity!" she called from the front of the dorms. "We are not clones, but human beings! We are not factory made cogs to fit into your machine, but people! Down with your pre-fabricated attempts to make us all mindless blank slates to serve the one percent! This is America, not Communist China! This is the Land of the Free, not the Land of 50-50 Cotton-Poly blend! I reject your pathetic attempts to make us conform and substitute it with anarchy of my own! Behold!" She held up her lighter in triumph. "This is what I have to think about your fascist dress code!"

And this was where she was supposed to ignite the lighter and set the flame to the uniforms and send them up in a glorious blaze of revolution, but her thumb seemed unable to spark the flint. "Damn it!" she said, giving the lighter a shake and trying it again, to no avail. "Why isn't it working?"

[[ stop her. please. ]]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

One day, you're a queen. The next, you're a (ragingly hot) high school senior flippng through cable channels Saturday night 'cause you're too cheap to go out.

Quinn had noticed a couple people seemed to have visitors, but she was keeping her fingers crossed the weirdness had skipped her this year. At the least, any kids she had this time around had managed not to wake her up that morning -- for which she was most grateful.

She'd ordered a couple pizzas, just in case anyone needed an easy way to feed their spawn, and picked at a slice with pepperoni as she paused the TV on a Teen Mom marathon.

It seemed a little on-the-nose for tonight.

[OOC: Open common room!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn was at a table in the dorm lobby today. The table had been decorated with a patterned red tablecloth and red and gold ballons that she hoped might remind somebody who squinted of the planet Mars. She was wearing a small pink FABRAY FOR PROM QUEEN button on her sweater, and figured that was about as much campaigning as she needed to do.

She had a couple celebrity magazines to flip through, but mostly she was there to sell tickets and scope out any good gossip from people who bought them.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had been sort of halfway joking about knocking on random doors to chose people to invite to the sorority crush party, but after the play rehearsal she decided she might as well give it a whirl.

She straightened her skirt and brushed a bit of glitter off one finger before knocking on the dorm room door where she'd decided to begin this quixotic quest. Who knew, maybe she'd make a new friend ... or at least meet someone not totally hopeless.

[OOC: Open if you want to get a visit from a Quinnie.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Anyone involved with Student Council might recognize the setup: Annie and Rilla, a lot of ~~moddable~~ supplies, and an event to work on.

"Hi, everyone!" Annie said, cheerful because she was ignoring her mailbox in case it brought any more crushing disappointments. "We have a crush party tomorrow. So we thought we could spend today working on it." Throwing glitter on decorations was totally the same thing as making something look sandy and beachy, right?

Well, with the amount of glitter flying around the island, it was really only a matter of time before the beaches used it instead of sand, really.

“We have decorations to finish up, of course, and this is also a good time for last minute invitations to anyone you might not have worked up the nerve to talk to yet,” Rilla added.

If Bruce showed up to the party in the corset he mentioned yesterday, Rilla was going to be Very Put Out.

"Also maybe you could coordinate, just to make sure not everyone invited the same five people, or you can ask someone you were thinking about but they were really your #6 and someone else asked them so now you have a slot," Annie said. Not that that had happened to her or anything, but maybe it had happened to others! She was being helpful!

“It would be terrible if we held a party and only invited five boys,” Rilla agreed, looking temporarily mortified. “There are so many cute ones!”

"So let's get on that. Maybe calls could even be made if you want some support," Annie suggested. "Come on, girls, we've got a party to plan!"

Annie was a dork.

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

It might come as a surprise to some Fandom students to find, on their way into or out of the dorms or simply just looking out their windows, that there was a pair of girls in a tree staging what appeared to be some kind of protest. A very loud, very annoying protest.

Blame the gremlins, man.

"And don't you gentrifying bitches even think about cutting down this tree!" Rebecca yelled, pumping a fist in the air. Her uncharacteristically unruly hair flew everywhere. "This is -- this is a--" She turned to Stacey and lowered her voice. "Is it an oak or a red maple?"

[[oh god, so open.]]

lockestheway

You'd think that with his roommate gone, Peter would have been indulging in a lot of the teenage boy's equivalent of cat-stretching across his new space, but... well, one, that was immature and unnecessary, and two, he'd been enjoying his newly private room well enough right up until he got stuck waiting on an important informant to get him some information.

Which apparently wouldn't be happening for a few hours, and Peter had exhausted all other means of making himself useful.

So instead he had moved up into the common room and dragged out some of the board games. Well, one of the board games. Well, Risk. Things had not gone entirely smoothly with Loki the last time, so he was planning to see if there was anything else he could exploit in the future.

By... playing against himself. What? It was exercise, and he could easily slip his mind into the mindset of a competitor. He thought. Whatever.

[[ open! ~~though I'll be gone but on SP a few hours from now, la~~ I am< gone, and on SP for a while! Be back in a few hours. ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was still awaiting a call from the clinic about certain test results, thank you so much Rebecca, but that wasn't going to stop her from seeming cheerful at the start of the meeting. No it wasn't! "Welcome back, everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their week off."

“And happy 1915,” Rilla added merrily. “Though that might just apply to me. I was at home for Christmas and New Year.”

Which explained the Christmas cookies she’d brought along to share.

"And happy 1915!" How many people got to say that? In the appropriate context, anyway. "We thought that maybe today we'd just take some time to talk. This is supposed to be a sisterhood and all, so that should mean we're able to talk about things that are bothering us or that we might just need to get off our chests." Like if anyone had herpes or something.

“We promise to hold anything you share in the strictest of confidences,” Rilla added, eyes wide.

"Strictest confidence, promise." ...She didn't promise for the squirrels. They were on their own there.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. ~~Or to get tested.~~ So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

It was Quinn's day to sell Valentine's Day dance tickets and flowers, and she was at the table in the lobby all day except for when she was in class. There was also a chance for students to sign up for blind dates through the frat.

Quinn started out passing the time by writing and rewriting the messages to go with her flowers, but once she was satisfied with those she pulled the latest edition of Cosmo out to read as she waited for anybody she could help.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, everybody," Annie greeted them when they were ready to start, doing a little tiny headcount. "I don't think we scared anybody off with all the baking last week, so that's a good start to the semester!" She'd say that even if they lost half their members after one week, though.

Rilla glanced up from the gray sock she was knitting as she rocked Jims’ cradle with her foot.and smiled as well. “Today, we decided to talk a little bit about giving back,” she said. “In my time, my country is fighting in a great war. The boys at the front need warm blankets and new socks, so I’ve learned to knit!”

She’d gotten much better at it, fortunately. There weren’t many soldiers out there with two heels on one foot.

Annie... was not going to be doing nearly as well. "I haven't done this ever, by the way. So if you haven't done it, don't worry, we'll get through this together. Besides, if people need socks, then it's worth learning something new to give them to them." If only one could make socks with optimism, because this was going to be interesting.

And she hadn’t even learned about double pointed needles yet! Rilla had a stack of them ready for the girls, and passed out a pattern that was written in knitting code. “We’ll start with casting on 40 stitches and dividing it out onto three needles,” she said. “And then making sure they all are facing the correct direction.”

That could take most of the meeting.

Rilla had obviously taken to speaking a different language with that, because Annie understood not a word of it. "...Ask Rilla if you have any questions!"

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was poking around at the stove in the sixth floor kitchen when the other members of the sorority began to filter in. “Hello,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad to see you. I’m Rilla Blythe, and I’m a sophomore, and Annie--” she waved a hand at Annie, “--and I are your leaders this semester.”

"Hi, everyone," Annie said brightly. "First of all I want to say thanks for being here, and welcome to the new people, and hi again to the ones we already know. We're going to have a lot of fun this semester, we'll make sure of it." Meaning they'd have fun if it killed her. Or them. Either one.

“Today we’re going to just get to know our new members,” Rilla said, then pointed to the cakes that were cooling on the counters amid cans of frosting, “while making cake pops, which seem to be cake-flavoured lollipops of some kind.” She was from 1914. They didn’t do this sort of thing there.

"They are! It's cake on a stick," Annie explained. "It's easy to make and you can decorate them however you want. So, you know, go ahead and express yourself! ...Through cake."

“And talking to each other, too,” Rilla added. “We have some fun ideas for the semester, but we’d love to hear from all of you as well!”

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

So over the past two weeks on the island, Rebecca hadn't really done very much. Did some work for her classes, rearranged the furniture in her room and taken over part of Matt's closet... normal fun stuff. But she'd come to the conclusion that it was time to start networking with people. Forming alliances, as it were.

Or making friends, as normal, non-Rebecca Logan people might put it. Really, she was in it for the allies and networks.

So after placing a few quick calls, she managed to get some fairly fancy Italian food delivered to the third floor common room. There was more than enough to share with... probably half the student body. That should be a step in the right direction, she decided.

Plus, her top showed a lot of cleavage. So.

liarallmyown.livejournal.com

Since Jace had only had classes on Monday (which was quite strange for mundane schools, or so his research told him) he had spent most of the week outdoors, getting a feel for the island. The place was small but there were a lot of oddities about it. Jace guessed there was a backstory to a lot of it, but would he ask someone about it? Of course not.

Yesterday had been spent exploring the dorms, which didn't take all that long and now...well now he didn't have anything to do. Since he hadn't brought any books with him and didn't quite feel like going to the library yet, he decided to do as the mundanes did and watch some TV.

And subsequently landed on a Real Housewives of Orange County marathon. Well all right then.

[Open CR is open, yes]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It had been a long day, at the end of a long weekend, at the end of a long week, and so on. So Bruce was pleased enough to take it easy for a night and head to the common room. But that was just a cover for something he really wanted to test.

When Bruce made his contributions to remembering everything back into existence, he cheated in one area and changed one small detail in the dorms. Bruce turned the television on and flipped channels freely.

He won.

That - and the overall return of Fandom, his home reality, his cave, and apparently all other realities - meant that he was even willing to compromise from his habit of watching true crime documentaries by watching a stupid-looking Christmas movie about a con. Why not? Twas the season, after all.

[OOC: TAKE THAT, TV! Ahem. The common room is open, naturally.]

notmyownage

Claudia hit the ground with a soft whump and blinked into the dirt. She looked up just in time to catch the last of the clouds disappearing on the horizon.

There was a horizon again! She remembered horizons. Horizons were good.

She remembered the rest of it, and not sure where the urge came from, she focused in on it nonetheless, remembering her dorm room and her friends and the town, her brother and their parents and Artie and the Warehouse and Myka and Pete and their families and Leena and Mrs. Frederick and everything else she could think of.

It took awhile, that much remembering. But for the first time in what felt like ages, Claudia figured she had awhile to spare.

[ooc: sure, it can be open, why not?]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn couldn't remember how she'd gotten from the spot where those things took Puck away the night before back to the dorms. All she knew was that her lungs and muscles had been burning when she collapsed on her bed, and she spent the night crying her eyes out.

In the morning, she splashed cold water on her face, posted him to the board, and then retreated to the relative safety of the dorms gym. She couldn't solve this, but she could exercise until she was too sore and tired for thought. She got on the treadmill, setting it a few notches above her usual speed.

If she hadn't gone to work, if she hadn't called Puck to walk her home, maybe even if she hadn't encouraged him to swing a punch -- he would be fine. She couldn't get past that, no matter how fast she ran.

[OOC: Open gym post, with possible work-related slowitude.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Okay, so this wasn't the happiest event Student Council or the Reserves had ever put together.

It wasn't even in the top fifty.

Still, there were some of the trappings of a standard student event: Free food, for one, represented by a table of pizzas. Odd decorations -- CPR dummies, in this case.

And, of course, people standing in the front of the room waiting to talk.

"Hey," Quinn said. Her hair was pulled back simply , and she looked tired. "We know this is not the best week, so thanks for coming out. A lot of us are feeling sort of run down by what's going on, and we wanted to get people together outside the library. There's pizza, and if you want to brush up on CPR, Dave and Wesley are both pretty handy."

She glanced over to Wes now to see if he wanted to add anything.

"We'll be doing some demonstrations in a brief while," Wesley said. "In the meantime, help yourself to anything you'd like to eat, enjoy yourselves, er, as best you can, and feel free to come to us with any questions you might have."

Way to put people in the party mood, Wes. Really. Two thumbs-up on that one.

Quinn didn't have much else to add, so she tried to smile and wandered off toward the first aid area and hoped people would follow.

[[OCD up! Have at!]]

unburnt-queen.livejournal.com

Dany had gotten another letter. She was now missing two different bloodriders, and at this rate, all of Westeros would be gone in days. And she didn't know how to make it better, or what to do, or how to fix any of it. And after speaking to Chuck, she came to the realization that no one else was coping much better than she was.

So she decided to do what she knew how: she would provide. She couldn't cook, no, but she could just barely work a phone, so it wasn't long before the common room was filled with Chinese food. Dany opted to eat with a fork rather than the silly sticks, of course, but it was filling and warm and good, and she pressed buttons on the television until she found something light and easy to watch.

It made nothing better. But it helped, the tiniest bit.

[oooopen!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today seemed to be a busy day for a lot of things, but Annie hoped people would show up for today's cooking extravaganza for tomorrow's Thanksgiving feast. When she wasn't in class, Annie was here, getting things set up or trying something from a recipe book. Cooking was easy, right? You just put stuff together according to directions. Nothing hard about that, and way easier when you weren't four.

~~Moddable~~ ingredients and utensils and things were available for anyone who wanted to stop by and help!

[So open, and set so no one has to choose between this and reserves or the party. I may or may not be slow, so you'll just have to ping in and talk to each other too. *nods*]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Still feeling more than a bit vexed (and not at all relieved to find out others were experiencing similar circumstances thanks to the posters she'd seen about), Elphaba busied herself in the common room kitchen that evening with baking a vegan apple pie.

She found that if she kept busy, she didn't get too upset. Which was important as she didn't want to accidentally break anything with her magic. Which seemed a likely possibility if she let herself go unchecked.

She had the TV in the common room tuned in to some strange television show about people who came into a shop to sell all sorts of odd things, and then would haggle with the shopkeeps. It was at least somewhat realistic, Elphaba thought to herself.

[ooc: Open common room!]

momslilassassin

Half to give Ender some time to process Val's disappearance and half because it was a good idea, Ben was putting up hand-written posters on various bulletin boards:

Relatives and/or friends back home gone missing? Leave your information here, or contact Ben (555-LGCY or Ender (555-ENDR)

They didn't have the first idea of what was happening, but knowing how big the problem had become might help. Maybe.

[OOC: Open for finding him if you'd like!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Wasn't it weird how, after you spoke in questions for an hour, you started thinking entirely in questions too? Was it a little like how if you read the same word over and over again, it started to look incredibly strange? Or was it nothing like that at all?

Also, was there Diet Coke, or had it all gotten drunk by miscreants again? Could Quinn just have a cold drink and a decentWendy the Werewolf Stalker rerun, or was that asking too much?

Why was it asking too much? And why was something hard in the couch cushion poking her in the butt? Did life always have to be a constant trial?

[OOC: Open common room. Come play the question game!]

dollpocalypse

Topher was exploring.

Usually he had to be careful. Mom and Dad didn't like it when he went too far or wandered outside. But today Mom and Dad weren't around, and anyway he had all the necessary precautions -- his safety goggles, a pair of gloves, and a magnifying glass -- just like the scientists on TV. So it should be safe to see what was nearby.

Like in this room, the TV was all weird and skinny, not like the TVs at home. He wanted to go behind it to see what wires did what, but Mom had yelled at him last time. So instead he took his magnifying glass and used it to look at the buttons on the remote, but really, really big. It looked cool!

While he played with the remote, he turned on the TV. Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons... ooh, but a special about fireworks was on! That was enough to distract him from the buttons, so he came up closer to sit on the floor and hold up the magnifying glass to the TV instead. It made the fireworks all big and pretty.

It was a good thing there weren't any big kids around, he decided. They would just laugh at him like the kids at home. Better that he had this whole big room and TV all to himself.

wheeler-360.livejournal.com

"No, really," Marshall said, balancing his phone between ear and shoulder as he measured sugar into his mixing bowl. "I'm baking. Like, the common room on each floor has pretty much a full kitchen, it's totally cool."

"I didn't mean that," Corrine said, on the other end of the call. "I was surprised that you're baking, not that there's a place at your school you can do it. Since when do you bake?"

His timer dinged; Marshall turned around and pulled a pan of orange-flavoured cupcakes. "Well, I mean, it's just applied chemistry," he pointed out. "Besides, it's not that hard to follow a recipe. Just like doing a lab, y'know? Anyway, I should go, I don't want to be distracted while I'm making the ganache. Tell Vaughn and Z that I said hi, okay?"

"Sure. ... What's a ganache?"

Marshall laughed. "Goodbye, Corrine. If Lucas asks, yes, I'll be online later tonight."

[Totally open and distractible. There are tasty things! Come and get some.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The SATs had been given in a classroom today, and there was a Student Council dinner afterwards to celebrate the test being over or mourn the likely results. Quinn finished her test a few minutes before time was up and slipped back to the dorms to let in the delivery rickshaw. Even if she'd totally screwed up some of the math -- and she was almost certain she had -- Chinese food might sooth her irritation.

She spread out the cartons of food and utensils, turned a Pop-Up Video marathon on on the TV as an appealingly mindless background, and waited for anyone who needed to commiserate.

[OOC: Open post, of course! Students taking the test got an invitation, but anyone can wander in. I may be a bit slow this afternoon but will be around tonight.]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

dollpocalypse

This morning, signs had ~~handwavily~~ gone up in the common rooms advertising the presence of a free laundry service in the laundry room today who would wash people's clothes upon request. That free laundry service (read: pair of students in detention) was less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"I don't see why I have to be here," Topher whined, kicking the machine he was sitting on. "I didn't do anything!"

"You shrank my clothes, asshat," Ramona replied, rolling her eyes as she investigated the room for a window she could crack so she could smoke. "Shut up and get ready to use some fabric softener. Maybe no one'll show."

"I have asthma," Topher informed her. "You can't smoke in here."

A beat.

"And what's fabric softener?"

Request their services at your own peril, Fandom.

[[Open to all, muahaha. Prewritten with the lovely

dabblinginbitch, obviously. This detention is brought to you by the brilliant

nookiepowered. OCD ~~on the way~~ up!]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

After second period, Annie lugged all the supplies she had access to down to the rec room, figuring it wouldn't distract people in the lobby (especially while tickets were on sale) but people could wander over if they were interested. They might have to work around some stuff, being the rec room and all, but it was doable. It wouldn't hurt anyone to see homecoming decorations beforehand, right? She'd sent an email to the rest of Student Council to make sure they knew where she was and to bring anything they might have with them that might help out, and then got all the ~~moddable~~ supplies she had set up in an orderly fashion.

Then she found a spot on the floor to begin applying glitter to a moose.

That's right. You were going to get glitter moosen, and you were going to like it.

[Mainly for the StuCo members, but if you just wanna wander on in, come see! Be blinded by glitter! So much glitter!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The sorority met in the sixth-floor kitchen today, per handwavy email. Quinn had a wee baby gorilla balanced on her hip -- the better to keep him out of the baking supplies -- as she started to talk.

"This weekend is homecoming," she started. "And I hope you've all taken a minute to vote for your sisters for homecoming princesses and queen. But homecoming also means there are going to be a lot of extra alumni wandering around. There's no better time to take advantage of their generous spirits and raise charity donations with a bake sale?"

"And no one can resist a cookie," Rilla added with a smile. She gestured at the counters. "I think we have enough supplies to make whatever you want to try to bake, and we also found the cutest little cupcake papers and sprinkles and something called edible glitter, so we can make everything really pretty!"

And that would be something the non-bakers could do to help!

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Rilla was finding it impossible to stop staring at Quinn's hair today. It was so very pink. "So, yes, hello..." she finally stammered, shaking her head, "I hope everyone had a lovely time with their visitors this weekend..."

And she was back to staring at Quinn's hair.

"... or if things didn't go so good, or you didn't get visitors," Quinn said, picking up the thread with just the slightest what's-with-you glance to Rilla, "that you found a way to deal with it. For example" -- she touched her fingertips to her hair, now -- "never underestimate the therapeutic power of a makeover or haircut."

"Is that what you did?" Rilla gaped. "Ohhhh! But yes, playing with makeup is lots of fun, assuming you don't get completely tarted up."

Someone was from 1914, can you tell?

"We brought lots of supplies--" mostly not Rilla's, since her makeup tended toward talcum powder that smelled pretty, "--and thought today we could just make ourselves pretty!"

"Yes, that's what I did," Quinn said, managing not to roll her eyes. "Though if anyone isn't up for pink hair today, you can just try a different kind of Chapstick or something."

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

After the brunch, Quinn had taken a page she'd torn out of Cosmo to Theodoric's of York, handed it to a stylist, and watched in satisfaction as the long hair fell away from her face. It was therapeutic; she looked like an adult now, not like some little girl who'd spent all weekend halfway waiting for Mommy and Daddy to show up.

And now she was standing in front of the girls' room mirror, tub in gloved hand. It would wash out soon, but was she really daring enough to streak her hair with pink, even for a week or so? It was just -- she needed something to distract her from the fact she didn't really have a family anymore. Hair worked. She was 17; there was practically a law mandating she have pink hair at some point.

She drew a deep breath and started dabbing the dye into the front part of her hair.

[OOC: Open bathroom post. ]

Current Mood: artistic

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

After class, Nathan found himself pretty goddamn bored. It was too early to go into town and drink himself silly (and he'd done that last night anyway) and he wasn't hungry so he couldn't go make a scene at a buffet on the mainland (finding fake mice in the mac and cheese was always fun) so he'd flopped himself down on one of the couches in the common room.

Someone's potato chips were at his hip and were being ignored for the moment while Nathan flipped rapidly through the channels. He'd passed through each channel about five times, had found nothing worth watching but thought that continued flipping might make something good appear out of thin air. So far, no luck.

"Fucking bored as shit," he said and ate a handful of potato chips. "Can't this fucking school have porn on cable?"

No one answered and there was still no porn on the school's cable network. Nathan sighed and decided if he ever became principal or president or prime minister or czar, porn was gonna be fucking mandatory. It'd be the fucking state channel. Write it down.

[CR's an open place, of course]

Current Mood: lazy

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

As the young women arrived in the Rec room for the sorority meeting, they'd find it nicely tidied, and decorated with blue and yellow balloons and streamers.

A table to the side held light snacks: crackers, cheese, vegetables, fruit, and the ubiquitous cookies, plus a pitcher of (so far unspiked) punch. Once everyone had gotten a plate and taken a seat in a rough circle, Quinn finally started to talk.

"Welcome to Kappa Delta Gremlin," she began. "Many of you might already know us, but -- since I see some new faces -- I'm Quinn Fabray, and this is my cochair, Rilla Blythe. Our faculty advisor is Miss Morrigan. We're here to help our school, grow as a community, and have fun. Thank you for joining us."

Rilla gave them all a little wave and put down the sock she'd been knitting (poorly). "I joined the sorority last fall when I was still fairly new to Fandom and it was such a help towards getting acclimated. Today we'll start off easy: with names, years in school, and your very favorite dessert." She smiled at the girl nearest to her. "We can start with you."

"And if you have any ideas for things you'd like to do this semester," Quinn interjected, "we'd love to hear those, too."

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely

rilla_myrilla!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

All right, so technically speaking there was no need to vote. Quinn still wasn't going to let a good campaign opportunity go to waste. (Now that she was slightly recovered from the weekend, she was a little sad election season was already almost over. She'd have to find someplace else to channel that competitive spirit.)

She set herself up in the lobby at a table behind a couple of boxes of donuts, as well as coffee, tea and hot chocolate. The sign attached to the table read:

Enjoy Breakfast +
Remember to Vote Today!
Sponsored by Quinn Fabray for Senior Class Rep

[OOC: Open post!]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger sandwiches for everyone to nibble.

They hadn't known about the debate when they planned this, but really, it was a perfect companion event -- a little lower-key chance to polish their lines and make sure they'd connect with the voters.

Pasting on a smile, she stood near the front of the space and waited for potential voters to wander past.

Current Mood: hopeful

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was feeling much better today than she had yesterday, which honestly, she preferred. After listening to radio, she'd scratched some ideas off her list of things to try. Baked goods were out, for instance. Quinn did that, and if Caroline was doing that, too, forget it. Besides, Annie wanted to reach out to the people who couldn't be swayed by delicious calories.

In the early afternoon, she'd gone to the lobby and set up her table. It was pretty low-key. Besides a glittery poster on the wall behind her and some fliers and lot of colorful buttons on the bright red plastic tablecloth (better to catch people's attention), that was it.

Oh, and the sign attached to the front of the table:

HELP ME HELP YOU
What do you want from your rep? I'm listening.

[So very open. And I am going to the gym for like an hour, but don't think I won't be trying to return pings from the bike. I saw someone checking FB from the treadmill yesterday.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

It was too bad Bo would bust her for spraypainting something like WES IS FABULOUS all over the Dorm windows, but Kenzi had a plan for a string of chili lights and some glowsticks for later.

Until then, there was always posters to be put up with Super-glue. Because she couldn't resist giving Quinn some competition. Or maybe just a bad time.

( VOTE WES, THE BEST, THE BADASS. )

Okay, so that photo was a little dorky. She'd get a better one of him later.

[ooc: Wes shanghai'd into the campaign by request of his player. Muahaha.]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave had a few things on his mind right now. Concern over the beginning of the school year. Boredom now that his horrifying yet entertaining roommate had been away for a few days. Worry about voicemails talking about giving him weapons. But right now he was focusing on the Student Council election. He intended to win one of the sophomore seats, and he was going to do it the best way he knew how: by making the best damn jam he could. And he could make pretty good jam. He won gold medals three years running for Best Preserves at his local 4-H.

And if that didn't work, maybe he could ~~terrify~~ impress people with his trick knife-throwing. But he'd have to get the money for throwing knives, or at least have his mother send his set from home. So really, the preserves were his best bet.

And that's why he was hard at work in the common room's kitchen with several jars, pots, and plenty of fruit. Once he was done with this, he just needed a good tagline. Something about... "Dave will help you out of a JAM." Except that he was using jam to win votes. Somehow.

Dave was starting to realize that he hadn't really thought through the idea of preserves as a campaign tool. But it was too late to stop now.

[OOC: The common room is as open as common rooms tend to be!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Friday was Annie's first full day off this week, so she spent her morning getting some things printed up, and this afternoon, she was on a mission. A mission to make sure her name was wherever she thought it might catch people's eyes. So all around the dorms you might find her hanging up ( posters )

Hallways, common roomss, bathrooms, they were going up. Yes, even in the boys' bathrooms. No, she didn't get someone to do that for her.

[Text: Vote Annie Edison, Senior Student Coucil Representative. "I'll do the work so you don't have to!"
Open if you want to catch her, with some SP while I'm at work!]

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

icecoldfrost

Sorority met later than usual today, and Emma and Quinn had taken over the entire sixth floor. There were big fluffy pillows everywhere, with every kind of snack and non-alcoholic beverage you could ~~mod~~ dream up, and a stack of dictionaries, encyclopedias, and various reference books.

"So, finals," Emma said cheerfully. "Where some of you study frantically because you haven't paid attention this semester."

"And where some of you have to study frantically, because you want to go to college and no school is going to accept having been the wrong age every other reason as an excuse for a low GPA," Quinn added. "Anyhow, they're here. Hopefully they aren't killing you too much. If you're lucky enough to be done, please don't taunt the rest of us too much."

"So we've set up a study-night," Emma explained. "We can camp out here tonight, and help each other with our work. Studying alone causes ulcers. Studying with your supposed peers....at least it will be memorable?"

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

So, there were kids running around the island again. Nathan could only guess that since none of them had found him and called him 'daddy' that this wasn't a repeat of what happened a few months ago. Nathan, for one, was damn fucking glad of that. He'd been a dad, fake or not, too much lately.

Since it was chillier than previous days, Nathan had the hood of his hoodie yanked up and a pair of sunglasses across his eyes while he had himself a lazy smoke on the deck. He'd thought about going up to his room to...well, he didn't know what he'd do but it didn't matter because he didn't go up.

Earlier this morning, he'd sent his mum a quick text with his answer about coming home this summer. He hadn't received a response but he wasn't too worried. She was probably off spending Jeremy's money while he had graphic fucking thoughts about his --

Ugh. He made a face and shook his head, trying to get back to just sitting there and not thinking of a single goddamn thing.

[Open, of course, to people of all sizes]

Current Mood: discontent

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Entries tagged with quinn fabray

Fandom High RPG