thatwaslucky: (that's unexpected)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey was just going about her day, heading down the hallway from her room, when she saw Fosse up ahead, washing the floor.

She nodded hello, but otherwise was going to keep walking... and then he shook his hands at her, and paused, like he expected her to, too.

Confused, Rey stopped, and finally, awkwardly, waved her hands back.

Fosse then did some movement with his arms, and waited.

"I'm pretty sure I know what you're doing but there's somewhere I really need to be," she tried.

But he was still in her way, so Rey sighed, and did it right back at him.

Looks like today Rey was going to learn what a shuffle-ball-change was.


[Yeah, the summer activities jinxed her. No regrets, Open.]
thatwaslucky: (annoyed)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey had more clothes here than she did back home, but not enough that she felt she could afford clothes covered in dye. So after the obstacle course, and a hot shower to get herself clean, it was down to the laundry room to do the same for her clothes.

Currently she was sitting atop the unused dryer, looking perfectly fine waiting. At least until she went to toe her wet hair up, and cane away with dye on her hand again from somewhere. "Oh, come on!"


[I had to check that there was a laundry room! Open!]
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb: thinky)
[personal profile] rebelseekspizza
Hey, look. Sometimes Dante still hung out here - especially when people were cranky with him for playing guitar all through their morning nap. (And maybe because this was the last week he'd be coming here at all, with grad coming up. But hush.)

He'd brought a pizza or two with him, setting them down on the coffee table in case someone else was hungry. Satisfied with his set-up, he leaned back, acoustic in hand, and gave the strings a good strum.

Did anyone really need an acoustic rendition of several of the hellektro-genre's biggest hits? Probably not. But they were getting it anyway.

[[ open! ]]
thatwaslucky: (looking away)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey had skirted through most of her time at Fandom without any other problems aside from the occasional invasion, and that deep-seated anxiety that she’d been here too long and completely missed her family, not that she ever said that part out loud. Now, on a related note, with graduation coming up, she had no idea if anything was going to change now. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get home now, and what exactly she was going to do if she couldn’t, and if she could, what kind of situation would she be walking into?

There was also that other thing, which she didn’t really think about because obviously it was wrong.

She’d camped out on the sofa in the common room, and was currently scrolling through the Portalocity app, just checking to see if she could find anything that would get her home. Sure, it had never worked before, but maybe this time.

[Open!]
thatwaslucky: (practice)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
This was still happening.

By today, Rey had just gotten frustrated enough to go down to the gym with her staff, to pound things until she felt better. There were dummies set up, and moving helped, so those poor things were just going to take a whacking today.

Yeeeep. She wasn’t trying to think about how that would sound out loud.

[Hey, remember the gym and salle? Open!]
somethingwithturquoise: (hands on hips)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Ugh, what was going on today? Even after taking most of the morning to..uh...take care of things (and now feeling very, very, very grateful to not have a roommate for the first time since Shiemi left), Summer was still feeling all restless and riled up. Was this a weird after-effect of having blown herself up to gigantic proportions, turned literally inside out, and then put back to normal again? Was it some kind of radiation totally messing up with her system now? Maybe she should probably think a little bit before randomly exposing herself to powerful body-altering machines on a whim, because, man, it was crazy in there right now. Hormone city. Probably just her cells trying to regulate themselves again and doing a really craptastic job of it...

Boy, wasn't she going to be glad to find out that it was only wacky pollen doing this to her and not weird nuclear changes to herself on a atomic level...

Still, she needed some distraction, and figured a good way to do it was to work on some fancy jello infused cakes she'd heard about on Pinterest, right? Who didn't love cake? And she definitely loved jello, and it would demand she put her attention elsewhere, and it would be good...all good...

If she could even find anything. Maybe she was just a little testy because of...stuff, but it seemed that none of her usual stuff was where it was supposed to be in the kitchen, resulting in a hunt through the cabinets that resulted in a lot of clattering doors, slammed shelves, at least one smashed fingers, and a lot of things being removed, moved, and hastily returned before she found one of the many things she was looking for.

"Aaaurrrg!"

Oh, yeah. The occasionally howl of frustration, too. One or two (or five) of those as well.

[[ open common room is open, with maybe a touch of slowness due to work]]
thatwaslucky: (steely)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey had had every intention of at least going out to get some things before the weather got worse, but it just wasn’t stopping, and she wasn’t exactly prepared for this. And being from a desert planet, it wasn’t like she had t had to wait out bad weather before.

So instead she was in the common room with a cup of coffee, sitting by the window and frowning at the snow like that would make it stop. She had a routine on Fridays, okay, and this was not part of it.


[I also feel weird not playing her on a Friday. Open!]
somethingwithturquoise: (what even is this face i don't know but)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Summer tried to be cool about this whole throwing her first party at Fandom High thing, because it was just a party, it had to be cool, and people could totally smell your desperation. It helped to remind herself that this was a much smaller school, and, as...interesting as her fellow students here were, there was no way it could get as weird as that time she and her grandpa threw a party together and all his weird space friends showed up. She did have a small panic attack over the thought that maybe no one would show up, but it was a party! How could they not? And if they didn't, that was fine, that just meant more pizza for her.

It would be a lot of pizza, though, as she traded in all of her pills from home for funds to buy a lot of pizza and chips and (sigh) pop. She hooked up her phone to pump out some tunes, which meant really hoping someone would pull through with some booze because it was scientifically proven that holding red Solo cups with beer diminished texting cravings, if only because it was increasingly difficult to do both.

So, there was food. There was music. There were beverages which were probably more appropriate for a boarding school dormitory setting, anyway. Now all Summer needed was people.


[[ flying OCD-free, free for all style! Everyone got an invite! Up stupid early for max playability and my weird ass schedule. ]]
thatwaslucky: (doing okay)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
This time last year Rey had had no idea what Valentine's Day was, and truth be told she still didn't quite get it, but either way she was the one sitting at the table this year under a sign reading "VALENTINE'S DANCE TICKETS HERE" in a ridiculous amount of red glitter. And with a day to go before the holiday, the sheet for flower sales was still out, too.

So Rey was here for all your sales needs, and also to pick stray red glitter off of everything around her, including herself.
thatwaslucky: (doing okay)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
Rey hadn't even known that the TV could play music on its channels until she found it by accident, and then she couldn't seem to change the channel anymore. She tried replacing the batteries in the remote, and then when that didn't work she tried working on the TV itself. But even when she turned it off the music kept playing.

So there was peppy dance music coming from the common room, and if you knew how to fix it, Rey would appreciate it.

Or you could just have a dance party. That was also valid.

[I'd always err on the side of dance party. Open!]
spell_chucker: ([lol] reading of course)
[personal profile] spell_chucker
So, Khadgar was pretty sure he wasn't the only one feeling... less than pleased this morning. Disappointing news was always hard to bear, and since he'd dropped into this world but wasn't really part of it, Khadgar could only think of one thing to do to help: sweets. He'd considered doing some normal baking for a few minutes before deciding the oven in the common room was too confounding, and just began conjuring food instead.

Now, there were plates of brownies, cupcakes, puddings, and Khadgar's personal favorite, warm strudels for anyone who wanted some. The rejuvenating effects wouldn't be the same for non-magical folks as for his fellow mages, but hopefully, if nothing else, he could make people feel better for a few minutes.

[IDK if anyone wants some distraction-y RP today, but here you go.]
thatwaslucky: (maybe)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
After work which she had totally gone to even it wasn't posted, Rey came back and didn't feel like hiding out in her room tonight. Instead, she'd gone to the common room to see if there was anything that looked good on TV.

There was only one thing she saw that looked remotely interesting so far, and it had left her with a very strong curiosity as to who Kanye was and why they kept talking about him.

[Open!]
crimson_sister: (ghostly)
[personal profile] crimson_sister
Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

[Open!]
[identity profile] notcancelled.livejournal.com
It started with one pizza. The delivery guy said hi and handed Mayday a pizza with "most of the works." She told him she hadn't ordered anything. He told her he didn't care, he just had to give the pizza to someone on the fifth floor. She tried to pay, but he said it was paid for and left.

Five minutes later, the delivery guy came back with a pizza with "most of the works" and no memory of the first time this happened.

Five minutes later, he came back with another pizza. The fourth time, the delivery guy said it was a cheese pizza. Mayday took it and added it to the collection on the table and said, "Why is this one different?"

There was no response, and by the time she turned around, he was gone. The only thing that remained was the vague sound of wind chimes. And then she looked back at the pizzas. All of them were cheese now.

So that was weird. But there was plenty of pizza?
thatwaslucky: (working)
[personal profile] thatwaslucky
While doing some exploring, Rey had come across the garage. She didn't know how long it'd been since this place was really in use, but she'd definitely never heard of anyone being here as long as she'd been around.

Apparently this was going to be her night. She'd gone through pieces and parts that she had found, just to see what was there, and then she'd found an old speeder bike covered with a cloth that she didn't think had an owner? So now she had to test it to see what kind of shape it was in, naturally.

[Hey, this place exists! Open!]
not_every_mage: ([neg] solemn)
[personal profile] not_every_mage
Anders had spent most of the last 36 hours researching every possibility he could think of to get to LA and try to save Kathy, and kept coming up empty. There were no portals, no magic, no nothing he could see working. And with the island off floating in space, it wasn't even as though taking the cauhseway to the mainland and trying to hitchhike across the continent was an option.

His mind was too exhausted to spend any more time turning over those possibilities, so he went to the common room and turned on the television. It was on the cooking channel; chefs were competing to make a main course using hard-boiled eggs, mango chutney, lobster and something green. His stomach growled at the spectacle, and he abstractly wondered how long it had been since he ate properly.

He'd fix that. Eventually.

[OOC: Open CR, open post. Anders' last open post on the island until July, not that he knows that yet.]

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