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liarallmyown.livejournal.com

It came to Jace's attention that one couldn't spend all their time watching Real Housewives shows. Before he had came here he had no interest in television at all but now he had a borderline addiction to those plastic looking hussies. And now they had them in Vancouver!

The mere fact that he got excited over Canadian Real Housewives was a sign he needed to get out a bit. The roof seemed like a logical place to go since he had always liked heights and it was a place he wasn't likely to run into anyone he found too annoying. He figured annoying people hung out at coffee shops and bookstores, places like that.

He picked a spot near the edge of the roof to sit down at and looked over towards the ground, wondering what kind of rune would be required to survive a jump from here. Not that he was stupid enough to try it. He was just stupid enough to ponder it.

[The roof, of course, is open]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

"I see you're still around," Bruce noted when he spotted Terry in the common room eating a donut from an assorted box. Terry didn't buy them. They just happened to be there.

"There's free food," Terry said with a shrug. "Lots of stuff going on. Why would I leave?" Also, no GCPD chasing him.

"Because a portal called you back?" Bruce offered. "Clearly that hasn't happened yet." He assumed it had to be irresistible to any kids, otherwise some of them would probably end up stuck in Fandom, either due to boredom back home or their parents refusing to let go.

"Yeah, sure," Terry said with a roll of his eyes. "By the way, can I get some more money? I know you have it."

"Now that you've found the free food? I don't think so," Bruce said. "But there's always the chance you can earn some babysitting."

"Do I really look like the kind of person you'd trust with kids?" Terry asked.

"No, but I'll be watching out, just in case," Bruce said, taking a seat on the couch and putting some cartoons on the TV in case some smaller children wandered in. He figured he kind of owed this kid some supervision since he kept finding Bruce on these weekends. "I'm still not paying you, though."

"You have terrible taste in TV shows," Terry noted before going back to focusing on his donut.

[OOC: Yep, open!]

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*]

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

There were a lot of things Rebecca could stand to lose. There was the obvious, of course (which she'd taken care of at age fourteen in the back of a limo), and her credit cards, and any number of her really expensive but ultimately replaceable clothes, especially if they were lost in the name of having a fun night.

However, none of those things were what Rebecca was missing on this particular evening. Nope.

Tonight, what she was missing was her dorm key. While she was already on the roof. And it was... really kinda cold. And she was pretty sure the squirrels were laughing at her.

"Well, shit," she grumbled.

[[open roof!]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

"Hey, everyone," Annie began with a big smile. "We have a few ideas we wanted to tell you about, and hopefully it'll make everyone happy." Which was code for Maybe Rebecca will not complain this week.

“It seems completely impossible, but it’s been a month and we haven’t had a dance,” Rilla exclaimed. “So we’re going to change that--on Friday the 23rd, we’re going to have a--” she glanced at Annie, confirming the term, “--crush party?”

"Yes! Where as it was explained to me-" Not that she was going to say by who because sometimes Annie was bad. "-is that everyone gets five invitations to give to boys- or, girls, no judging- you want to come to the party. So you don't really need to ask anyone to come."

“Which is quite a relief,” Rilla said with a little smile, “as women in my time never do the asking. This is very...forward.”

"And some people are just too nervous to do anything like that. So you can just text them or slip the invitation under their door and don't worry about a thing!"

“If you’re very shy or think your crush might recognize your voice or handwriting, you can ask one of us here to call or place the invitation, too,” Rilla offered.

"There are a couple things we're going to need today, so we thought we could come up with a theme for the party, as a group," said Annie. "And then we can make up invitations and talk about which boys- or girls, again with the no judging- we want to invite!"

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.

richieryan.livejournal.com

After today's pillow-fight filled class there had been a dire need for a cold shower or 2 for Richie. Now that that was taken care of for the time being, he was parked on the couch in the common room watching TV.

He was having trouble finding a completely unsexy channel to leave the TV on though. Even the home improvement shows were proving problematic. Maybe he should just stick with cartoons. Cartoons were safe, right? At the least the ones aimed at tiny kids?

[Open like an open thing, though I may disappear randomly. But I'll come back, I promise!]

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.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

"Who do you think you're kidding?" Bruce asked the gremlin who was sitting on the couch in a dog costume. "Nobody's going to fall for that." The gremlin grumbled, "Bark!"

Bruce walked into the kitchen area for a moment and walked back out with an orange and a large paper bag. "Here boy," he said, whistling and holding the orange like a ball. "Fetch!"

Bruce threw the orange back into the kitchen, taking his eye off the gremlin long enough for the gremlin to pounce, its trickery having clearly paid off! Soon its teeth would sink into tender flesh and... Suddenly the gremlin's world was very dark.

Bruce folded the top of the bag to close it as the gremlin shook the bag from inside. Grabbing a marker, he wrote, 'GREMLIN DRESSED LIKE A PUPPY. DO NOT OPEN,' put the bag down on the table, and had a seat on the couch.

After a few minutes, the gremlin stopped fighting against the bag and took a nap.

It was a weird evening.

[OOC: No clue.]

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!”

whenshewasnice

"I'm Natalie Adams, I'm sixteen, and I'm from Montreal, Quebec," Natalie told no one in particular with a faint smile as she was fixing herself some breakfast. The humble surroundings of a dorm kitchen would be fantastic for a bit that would be shown intercut with her audition on the show! "But I'm going to school all the way here in Maryland because I've been obsessed with American Idol since forever, and I want to audition, because it's just my biggest dream ever."

She shrugged, pouring herself some orange juice.

"I mean sure, I'm technically Canadian, but I'm totally American at heart."

Oh look, it was another day Natalie would rather not be talking about later.

[ooc: Oh so open.]

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.

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Roof | Friday Evening

5th Floor Common Room, Sunday morning

Crush party!- 6th floor common room- Friday night

The Roof, Thursday Evening

1st floor lobby- Thursday after classes

Just Outside the Dorms, Friday After Classes

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

1st floor lobby- Thursday after classes

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Kappa Delta Gremlin- 6th floor common room- Thursday after classes

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

Sorority meeting- 1st floor rec room- Thursday after classes

Sorority Meeting [6th floor kitchen after classes]

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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