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What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny didn't see what the big deal was with today. Oooh, people told the truth. So what? He liked telling the truth! He did it all the time! He was awesome. Reed was a douche. Gwen was cool. Alana was hot. He didn't have many male friends because he never truly felt deep down that he really belonged after spending his entire youth out of place. He had no idea how to commit to anything but superheroing. This pizza was delicious and there was plenty for everyone. This Kate Hudson movie was wonderful, she was such a good actress.

Kate Hudson was where he drew the line. "I really want this channel to change so I can save face if anyone comes in. I DON'T KNOW WHY THE CHANNEL WON'T CHANGE! I'd totally bang Kate Hudson."

Okay, maybe THAT was how he could save face if anyone came in.

[OOC: Open, of course. But I'm driving home now so no responses for the next hour.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Why Travis was venturing out when he was vomiting words over everyone and everything, he didn't know. Maybe talking to someone would make him feel less like some loner slacker than if he spent time in his room, talking to his phone or possibly slipping and trying to talk to Cate. That just did not need to happen.

So, the late afternoon hours found him in the common room, silently flipping through television. Well, he was silent until his phone dinged and a message from Kyle flashed at him.

going on a date. with a guy. advice?

"Yeah, don't get too attached because he's definitely going to find someone else and dump you if you turn your back for a day or die for five years."

Travis closed his mouth and looked a little sick at having let that slip. He was just going to wait on texting Kyle back.

[Open post]

Current Mood: anxious

thegreywaren.livejournal.com

Ronan missed his car. It used to be so easy to stomp his way out of Monmouth and get into the BMW and take off. He could find a drag race somewhere outside of town and take the money of every single child that showed up and then come back with Gansey none the wiser.

Gansey had always known though. But, that wasn't really possible here. The room was too small to stay in so Ronan had reluctantly come down to the common room to see what was going on. He flipped on the television but didn't pay any attention to it.

Nope, he was there to see what he could find for Chainsaw, the black raven that was currently sitting on his shoulder. Chainsaw seemed to be taken with new surroundings but not enough to fly away.

"What do you want?" Ronan asked in a voice that was a lot softer than the one he usually used. "Hungry?"

Chainsaw squawked, "Kerah," which was her name for Ronan and flapped her fingers.

"Okay, let's find something."

The kitchen seemed to be decently stocked so he'd just steal something for the both of them.

[Open place, open post.]

Current Mood: restless

dauntless-four.livejournal.com

Tobias was up early--it was selfish to lay in bed and wait for others to serve you--and was in the common room working on breakfast.

Toast, oatmeal, fresh fruit: nothing fancy because Abnegation didn't believe in fancy, but cooked correctly and served with an open heart because his faction lived to serve.

...even if he wasn't sure why all of the lights and electricity worked all the time around here. It was extravagent!

[OOC: Back from my mini-vacation. Come plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.]

doesnotkneel

After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all.

He'd somehow managed to procure a small blanket (or maybe it was a towel; towel was more likely) which he had yanked over his head. His coat, he'd dropped on his feet during the night when those had gotten cold.

And there he still laid now, snoring. Oh, sure, he'd woken up once or twice already, but the sheer cracking agony of his skull had made being awake seem very uninviting, and he was intent on avoiding it for as long as possible.

[[ open! ]]

giveherahand

Mara had a ~~completely moddable~~ pile of shiny things -- from buttons to electronics -- that her racoon-y self had stolen last week on the table in front of the television with a neatly printed "sorry, please take your stuff back" sign in front of it.

She'd also flipped channels until she'd found one of those competitive eating shows that Travis had told her about and was watching in morbid fascination as some guy tried to eat 30 hotdogs in three minutes.

Come on in, get your stuff back, lose your appetite!

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny had an emotional but overall good weekend. But after doing radio this morning, it was clear that Parents Weekend wasn't as pleasant for everyone.

And so, as promised, Johnny bought some cupcakes and brought them to the first floor lobby. They were available to anyone who wanted or needed them, provided they would accept a hug from Johnny. And no, that wasn't a thing for the girls. Guys were getting a bro hug too. This was a platonic hug of support.

And if you needed, he was willing to give a pep talk, too. Girls had told him that he was great at saying the right thing to make them feel good about themselves. Why not apply that to people in actual need of cheering up?

Fandom needed it's favorite flaming superhero to do something a little different today and he was completely willing to do that. That's what being a superhero was, ven if he wasn't on fire.

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

On the one hand, it'd been a really nice weekend of events, and Rapunzel was really, really, really glad that no one had come to see her. Because if anyone had -- if Mother had, since she was the only candidate, really -- she would undoubtedly already be back in her tower, safe and sound away from all the new things she'd grown to love.

But it still didn't mean that seeing all her classmates with their parents, and their friends from home, and their brothers and sisters and so on hadn't made her...well. Kind of homesick.

So Sunday night, when it seemed like most people were saying their last goodbyes, Rapunzel headed up to the roof with Pascal and her sketchpad to watch the sunset and think. She'd started to try to draw, but mostly kept finding herself doodling a dark woman with curly hair -- Mother had her problems, and there were things that she didn't miss, of course, but....

She just felt kind of alone, that was all. So she'd just sit out here for tonight until her loneliness wore off and she was ready around to be around other people again. She didn't want to end up sad when someone was telling her a story that should make her smile -- that wasn't fair to them, after all.

[here, have an emo roofpost! totally open.]

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

Rapunzel had spent so much time in her tower doing certain activities that she almost didn't want to do some of them anymore, instead just picking and choosing her favorites -- the things she'd do even if she wasn't incredibly bored and lonely.

Like cooking. Or working on her mural, which was now nearly finished (though she'd probably start on the ceiling as soon as her wall space was up, if Anders didn't actually tell her she couldn't or something.) She'd spent almost no time whatsoever working on candle-making or pottery, partially due to lack of supplies, but mostly due to lack of interest.

Today, though, when she'd ventured out in search of something to do, she'd managed to get her hands on a puzzle. And as dorky as she knew it was (because Mother was more than happy to tell her, and often), Rapunzel loved puzzles.

So Tuesday afternoon found her on the common room floor, the pieces spread out in front of her and her hair wound in a neat circle around the room.

"That's a middle piece, Pascal, we're looking for the edges still, silly." Pascal, who was helpfully offering pieces up to Rapunzel periodically, was on the verge of a fit of pique, seriously. Rapunzel was going to end up with a chameleon hiding amongst puzzle pieces if she wasn't careful.

[open due to unexpected boredom (that supposed madness this afternoon was actually canceled!) but with usual SP-at-work caveats! mostly i just wanted to use this icon, idk.]

stacyexperiment

Gwen figured that as a treat for surviving most of her first week here (literally and figuratively), she'd just use a little bit of the spending money she'd been given before coming here to order a pizza, because she didn't feel like trying to cook.

When the delivery guy showed up with several she'd figured they were for deliveries elsewhere, but then there was a conversation including sentences such as "I only ordered one. One small," and "I'm not paying for all these," and "How do you even make money?"

Long story short, Gwen had a bunch of pizzas and she was only one girl so someone was going to have to help her with these.

[Possibly a little slow till after work but whatever, open CR!]

halfbad.livejournal.com

One reason that Nathan was glad to be back in the dorms was that the walk back from the preserve was a lot shorter. He didn't have to take a ferry and it meant he had more time to do things like flopping down in the common room to eat a late breakfast and work with his newly received tablet. The reading wasn't going very well but he'd gotten pretty good with using the apps that played movies and television shows. He couldn't really pick a favorite but the cooking shows he found were pretty fascinating.

The common room television was off but Nathan's tablet was on while he watched an older woman bustle around her kitchen while she talked about what she was making today. Every so often he took a bite of the omelette he'd made himself but most of his attention was on the show and trying to remember the various ingredients and instructions so he could maybe give the meal a try later.

He had a brief thought of what Celia or Arran or Jessica or his grandmother would think of right now, using technology and not worrying about if people saw his tattoos or his scars. Jessica would try to kill him considering she was a Hunter. Celia would probably be impressed but she'd keep that to herself. Arran would want to play with the tablet and his grandmother would...well, he wasn't sure.

Nathan sighed and put them out of his mind. He couldn't think of them now. They were gone and he was here.

[Open common room]

Current Mood: indescribable

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

It was nice out, it was pretty, and it wasn't going to rain, so Rapunzel pretty much had to be outside, right? It was obligatory.

And in fact, it was so nice, and so calm out, that Rapunzel began to get an idea. She'd initially come up to the roof to sketch, but now that she was here...if one had seventy feet of hair, it was almost a crime not to use it as a hammock on nice days like this, right?

So that was how it came to be that Rapunzel knotted herself a little hammock, hanging off the side of the roof, about three feet down from the ledge and swinging gently. (She'd tied her hair very securely to a couple of pillar-ish things on the roof, don't worry, people!) And of course she still had her sketchpad, and was drawing the view from up here! (Oooooh.)

Pascal, who was curled up on her stomach, seemed slightly more concerned about this than Rapunzel, but it wasn't exactly as though either of them had any sort of fear of heights or anything. You couldn't, living in a tower most of your life.

[open! feel free to see her from either the ground or the roof, if you'd like!]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

It was summer, and that meant a few things, even across different worlds and dimensions. It meant that it was warm and breezy enough that Rapunzel had opened the windows of the common room this morning, after she'd returned from her little errands. It meant that her birthday had either passed (back home) or was coming up next week (here) -- which was sort of weird, but she was ignoring that.

But most importantly, it meant that everything delicious was in season, and so Rapunzel was making pies.

She'd barely done any baking since she'd gotten here, and this morning she'd woken up with the realization that she missed it. A trip into town had yielded baskets of berries and everything she'd need for crusts, and in very little time at all, Rapunzel had three different pies cooling on the kitchen counter in her common room, and was working on a fourth.

She had forgotten how fun baking could be, and was eagerly bouncing around the kitchen, neatly skipping over her hair and mixing ingredients. She'd also set out a bunch of little plates and forks next to the pies, hoping that was invitation enough. She needed people to try them in order to know which one was the best, after all.

[open CR is open! my coworker is out sick, la la la.]

tigerundercover

There was little in this world (or her own) that Raven enjoyed more than a proper lazy summer vacation day, and she intended to make full use of the break from workshops. It'd been awhile since she'd taken advantage of the dorm's deck, but she was out in force, this afternoon, sporting a cute little blue strapless suit and a pair of actual, for real sunglasses, sipping iced tea -- she had a whole pitcher, if anyone wanted to share -- and generally enjoying the warm air.

Okay, so it was actually kind of cloudy, today. And Charles had sent her a giant stack of books, which he was fussing about getting her opinion on -- though why he thought she'd want to read Bradbury or Burroughs when there were future books she could be reading, she wasn't sure -- so she was doing a bit less sunbathing than flipping disconsolately through a book about book burning, of all things, but the spirit of it remained the same.

She'd get her revenge. She was already planning the care package, full of dub-step and softcore housewife porn. And maybe some Margaret Atwood, just so he didn't think living in the future was totally rotting her brain.

[dorms needed more posts. Open.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica needed a few hours of down time not spent reading reports. And so she trekked out to the common room for the joys of television! That was probably a bad idea. The only things on were America's Got Talent, I Wanna Marry Harry, something that seemed like a Latverian knockoff called I've Got Liftoff For Kristoff, and a really dumb-looking movie called Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Die.

She didn't know what was going on in the movie, but it didn't involve any Royal Joe Millionaire situations or talent competitions, so she was in. With popcorn. Because the movie was dumb and that was required.

[OOC: Open CR! And yes, I did look at a list of Troy McClure movies and picked my favorite title.]

dauntless-four.livejournal.com

Four had spent the last week exploring the island, learning the ways out, the places that were easiest to defend, the places that served food (he'd have to talk to the faction leaders about getting his monthly points for food and clothing converted into something he could use here), the places that sold clothing, and most importantly the shooting range and gym.

He was pretty impressed with the facilities, despite Chuck's warnings about them.

And now he was up on the second to last place he had to scout out--the roof--staying by the door and breathing through his fear of heights. After he was done here, he'd check out Selkie Point.

His eyes closed briefly as he worked to calm the pounding of his heart. He'd check out Selkie Point tomorrow, probably. Maybe even the next day.

[OOC: Open!]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

It was nice enough out that Rapunzel couldn't bear to be indoors any longer (could you blame her, all things considered?) and had decided to pad down to the outside-sitting-area she'd spotted. She spent awhile brushing her hair before she did so, and set it in a gleaming pile around her as she perched in a chair on the deck with her sketchbook.

Since she'd arrived, she'd been doodling little drawings of things she'd seen around town -- some of the people she'd met, a few of the more interesting foodstuffs (carefully labeled so she wouldn't forget their names), and she really wanted to spend some time out in the park with those pink birds, at some point, since they seemed to hold still long enough that she'd be able to get something nice down on paper.

For right now, though, she pulled her knees up and set her sketchbook on them, and carefully began drawing a much more familiar bird in a nearby tree -- a robin. She'd seen them before, of course, up on her windowsill in her tower, but it was refreshing to do it outside, still.

She'd probably be here for awhile, sketching that robin as long as he held still, along with any doodles that struck her interest.

[open deck is open, omg!]

likes-ducklings.livejournal.com

Rapunzel had spent a fair amount of this morning beating herself up over her choice to stay here. Her mother would be -- if she wasn't already -- absolutely worried sick, and she was a despicable person for making her go through that, and if she'd known how to get home, she would have probably left at the first sight of dawn.

But...she was pretty much stuck here, wasn't she? And it wasn't so bad -- actually, it wasn't bad at all, guilt aside. Sure, it was confusing as all heck, but that was to be expected when she hadn't been outside her whole life anyway, right?

So for example, she didn't know how or why the box in her common room's kitchen hummed, but she soon figured out that when you opened it, it let out cold air, and there were things like milk and orange juice and eggs inside. And from there, it only took her a little bit of experimentation and guesswork to find everything she needed to make pancakes.

Lots, and lots of pancakes.

Whenever she was down, she liked to bake, or draw. The best cure for when she was really blue? Combine them. So Rapunzel was soon absorbed in making little pancakes shaped like hearts and clouds and stars, pulling them off the pan as soon as they were done and carefully decorating them with some sprinkles and frosting she'd found.

There were normal pancakes, too, if you weren't quite up to the sugar rush. She'd never cooked for a crowd before, but she felt pretty up to the task, at the moment.

[omg come have some totally moddable pancakes, yay!]

pulseof_life

It was both rather exciting and rather nerve-wracking at the same time to be the one in the lobby today. Yeul set up the sign and the ballot box for homecoming court (though she remained vaguely puzzled about the purpose of such a court) and prepared to be around for the day, except when she had to leave for a period that afternoon to attend Wild Roving.

Despite her nerves (what if she messed up somehow?) Yeul figured that, all things being the same, she should probably not be concerned and that it was all right if she just relaxed.

HOMECOMING 2012
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE

Yeul eyed the glitter on her hands with rueful amusement. It would probably be all over her hair and clothes by the end of the day. Ah well.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

After class today, Rapunzel had decided to explore the stairwells. After all, it sounded like there must be something really fun in them somewhere if it was fortunate to get dragged into one.

She'd been in the stairwell before, of course, so it wasn't exactly new, but she hadn't noticed anything in there before that would make her feel particularly fortunate. Which just meant she had to have missed it! So a more thorough search was in order.

And if anyone ran across her craning her neck around and staring in dark corners, or trying to see what that was under the stairs, well, they could totally help!

catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com

Frank was trying to watch TV.

Trying being the operative word here. For one thing, he kept getting distracted by how bright everything was, bright and colorful, closer to real life than he could imagine television being. The picture even seemed clearer, sharper somehow than even a movie theater back home, but Frank thought that might be the awe talking.

But the main issue here, the reason why TV was giving him such a hard time, was because he couldn't for the life of him find any of his favorite shows.

Which was probably silly, since of course they weren't on anymore, it was 2012 and any shows from the 1959 lineup had long since run their course, but he couldn't even find any shows like the ones he knew from back home. There were no comedies starring charismatic male leads running flimflams and hijinks, no westerns about cowboy family life on Nevada ranches, no adventure shows about infiltrating opposing war bases, and...

"Oh, come on!" Frank complained. "Not even ~~meta for~~ Lassie?"

He took a breath. Sighed.

Then he called up the local pizza place he'd been fortunate enough to come across a delivery menu for, placed an order for a couple pizzas, and got to work familiarizing himself with what 2012 television did have to offer.

He was going to be here a while.

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*]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie sometimes should not be left to his own devices.

With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.

Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.

For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.

"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.

[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Rapunzel wasn't bored, exactly. Or, rather, she was, but it was a good kind of bored. Not the bored she got back home where there was nothing to do except for all those things she'd done a dozen times already. No, this was the kind of bored that she'd only discovered in Fandom: the kind of bored where there were a dozen new things to try out that would make her un-bored very quickly!

So she was flipping through channels on the TV just to see what was on (and the answer was so many things)!

Eventually she stopped hitting the button to change channels. Her eyes grew wide. "Ohmygosh! Puppies!"

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

The newbies had been on the island for an entire week! Rapunzel was pretty sure that at least some of them had to be feeling overwhelmed.

Besides, she hadn't had a chance to meet most of them!

But that was okay. Rapunzel had a solution to both of those problems! Baking. Lots and lots and lots of baking! Cookies, brownies, muffins, and cupcakes were already strewn over most of the flat surfaces in the common room.

And now? It was time for pie!

Rapunzel's tongue was caught lightly between her teeth as she caaaarefully worked to separate egg whites from their yolks.

Hopefully people would show up soon to either help bake, or help consume the results of all the baking. But either way, Rapunzel intended to take the opportunity to smile broadly and talk to them!

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Popcorn. Nuts. Cookies. Pretzels. Chips. A liter of Diet Coke. And one of those Barry Plodder movies on TV.

Hello, Denial, Kenzi's old friend. Nom nom nom noooom.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Weird things were going on. Rapunzel was still very sensitive to that sort of thing around the island, and it still made her anxious and worried.

But this one felt different. Whatever was going on this time, it had other people worried. And though she rarely said so, having everyone around her take the weirdness in stride was oddly reassuring.

So she was stress baking. Well, stress cooking in general.

She'd already made bread, cookies, muffins, and then more cookies. Now she was working on a quiche. Trying to take her mind of off things, and (in the back of her head) hoping that the smell of food would draw someone in to talk to her.

She didn't want to feel alone right now.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Saturday was a good kind of day to bake cookies! Especially when it was chilly outside. Because that only made the cookies extra-delicious!

That, at least, was Rapunzel's firm opinion.

And the kitchen in the common room made it super-easy to bake! There were so many supplies! Sometimes, actually, there were too many. After all, Rapunzel knew better than to take all of the delicious ingredients and try to make one crazy batch of Franken-cookies. But that didn't mean that there weren't way too many delicious-looking ingredients.

So Rapunzel had settled for the only reasonable solution: bake different kinds of cookies. So while the chocolate chip were on the wire cooling rack (and weren't those a neat invention?), Rapunzel slid a tray of oatmeal raisin out of the oven and replaced it with a tray of peanut-butter cookies. She glanced at the sugar cookies and estimated they needed another five minutes...

There were far too many for Rapunzel to actually eat by herself, but Fandom had a tendency of helping her out with that sort of thing.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Seeing as it was kind of dreary outside (though not in a bad way, more in that comforting having-an-excuse-to-stay-inside-with-cocoa way), Rapunzel was, well, inside! And she was passing the time by making soup and reading a cookbook. It had just been lying around, and the pictures were just so enticing! There were all sorts of things she wanted to try now.

The urge to experiment was almost strong enough to get her to just start throwing things into the current pot, which was already beginning to fill the common room with the heavy scent of tomatoes and dill, but she knew better (it was one of those lessons that had ended up in almost completely inedible cake). So she just read the book, getting up every so often to stir the soup, and (metaphorically) sat on her hands to keep them from doing something that everyone might regret.

Besides! The soup she already had going did smell delicious, so it was better not to take any risks... At least for now.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Oh! People were coming back today! Rapunzel felt like she should do something to welcome them back. Especially in light of the fact that she hadn't gone along.

So there was a welcome back cake!

Rapunzel put the final touches of icing on it and nodded in satisfaction. Yay! Cake!

Wait. Was there enough cake? She'd baked a pretty big one, but there were a lot of people who might want some...

Fortunately there was (probably) enough time to bake another! Actually, two more. Just in case. Or maybe she should bake three more?

If someone didn't stop her, it was entirely possible that everyone would have an entire cake to themselves.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

A week of relative peace and quiet had been surprisingly good for Rapunzel. She'd spent the first day being sad that she hadn't gone on the trip and seen new places and spent time with her friends, but then she'd just relaxed. Which had been very, very good.

She hadn't really realized how stressful it had been being around so many people. After all, she liked people! They were nice and fun and great! But spending some time in the relatively peace of nearly-empty dorms turned out to be rather soothing.

Not that it interrupted Rapunzel's routine, really. It just made it... well, more routine. Fewer interruptions. She woke up early, tidied her corner of the room, wandered into the common room to do some baking, brushed her hair while things were in the oven...

And now that it was afternoon she was munching on some of the cookies she'd baked and curled up on the couch with a book.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Rapunzel was feeling pretty good this morning, and as part of that she was trying to get back into a regular routine. She'd gotten up early, tidied up her room, and almost immediately headed to the common room where she'd made a huge batch of muffins.

And now that said muffins were in the oven (and smelled positively delicious as they were baking!) Rapunzel had a moment to sit down and brush her hair. A few moments.

A lot of moments.

This could take a while.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Today had not been Rapunzel's best day at Fandom. People had been acting strange. Confusing. Even her roommate had said things that didn't make any sense!

And, well, that other thing had happened.

So she was huddled up on the couch, her knees tucked up under her chin and her hair coiled around her like it could protect her from the bad day and trying not to sniffle.

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4th Floor Hallway, Thursday Night

Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room [Saturday afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday night

4th Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

4th Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

4th Floor Common Room, Thursday afternoon

Fourth floor common room, Sunday afternoon

Fourth floor common room, Friday afternoon

Fourth floor common room, Wednesday morning

Fourth floor common room, Saturday evening

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