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This was going to be Reno's last meeting with the impromptu Fandom reserve corps, and he was looking about as restless as one might expect, pacing back and forth in front of the students assembled like a caged tiger waiting for mealtime.

"Okay, Rookies, I'm gonna get to do this just this once, so you better listen up! Sometimes, you find yourself on the field, on your own, with nothin' but your wits to keep you in one piece. Most of us ain't in the habit of walkin' around Fandom with a weapon in our hands, and when somethin' invades, they like to do so without givin' any warning, yo."

He stretched his arms casually, and then grinned and bent over to pick up a fist-sized stone.

"So what I want you guys to do is to bring up places around the island, like the preserve or the streets in town or the beach, and talk about what kinda strategy you'd have in case of a land invasion, or an air invasion, or an invasion by sea, yo. Hidin' places? Impromptu weapons? Who is there to run to if you're alone somewhere? How you guys plannin' on stayin' alive? Show us how you improvise, guys. It'll help us figure out what to do with you down the road."

He grinned, and then chucked the rock good and hard at a nearby tree, connecting solidly enough to chip away and scatter flying bits of bark.

"And then, Rikku's gonna talk to you all about explosives, yoto. Never underestimate the power of things that go boom when you're drownin' in harpies. Or zombies. Or dinosaurs. I missed the dinosaurs, dammit."

[[Open! ~~Some OCD on the way!~~]]

bitchprince

They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd ~~coming~~ up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]

the_merriest

Sizzler and Sizzler were performing! They were two lounge singers, and not two clearly insane people!

"Hello!" Alice said, into an invisible microphone. "I'm Jerry Sizzler, and this is my sister --"

"Jerry Sizzler," Rikku said, quite dramatically.

"We are of course two lounge singers --"

"And not two clearly insane people."

Petey mrowled happily from his spot on the couch. He got to be an oracle again! This was awesome!

Both Jerries had moved on to the musical portion of tonight's show. "TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE, IT'S BEEN THREE LONG YEARS --"

Rikku interrupted the song to shove her imaginary microphone out into the crowd. "Sing, you prrrrrrrrrrrrrricks!"

Jerry and Jerry: bringing crazy back.

(Alice and Rikku, thanks to this post, now think they are The Sizzlers. Which most of you know if you were in the game two years ago when they ran OrangeShoeSevenAide. OPEN! IT IS OPEN, JERRY! ~~PLEASE WAIT FOR THE OCD, OR THE FISH WILL EAT YOUR BRAAAAAINS!~~ THE OCD IS UP. NO FISH-BRAINS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS EPISODE.)

Current Mood: crazy

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was a very practical person. She knew how much fun the Gremlins were enjoying biting people and she hoped that enough people in one place would discourage the evil little things.

She had mats set up and refreshments for practice.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]]

raspberryturk

There was a very large black bird outside of the dorms today, looking a little bit proud and a little bit cranky as he stomped his way back and forth across the lawn, looking for all the world as though he wanted to go inside the building.

Doorknobs, however, were an evil invention, and this particular bird was not going to lower himself to using his beak in order to try to tackle it. It was a very heavyset beak, after all. Hardly made for things like fine motor skills. And anyhow, he ate with that beak.

And so, instead of attempting the door, he was going to just stomp around some more.

And occasionally peck at the cereal on the ground. Yes, it made him look like a chicken, but Reno the black Chocobo wasn't exactly sure what he'd do if he managed to make his way inside to a kitchen anyhow.

[Open lawn is open!]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

heromaniac

Momoko was sitting on the roof, clutching her knees and staring off into the distance. Every once in a while she looked down at the pages held captive under her feet. Coloured pencil aside, they included measurements of distance and speed, calculations of force, notes about which girl could strike easier from this or that angle, their reaction times and resistances to certain return attacks, as well as rough notes on weird alternative versions of Him and Mojo.

That girl had been a better Powerpuff Girl... a better leader... a better Blossom? and she was only 5 years old! Momoko was well aware it was her own fault for slacking off and simply having fun since she'd left Tokyo City, and sure the little girl had been annoying with the lectures, but she was going to sit up here on the roof and be sad about it for a while anyway.

[Roof is open, as they are.]

Current Mood: emo

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal no longer felt the need to spew everything single thing that popped into his head and, for that, he counted himself lucky. He thought about what he had said as he went about setting the gym up for cheerleading practice.

It hadn't been too bad, all things considered, but he hated feeling like he didn't have a choice in confessing feelings to someone. Too late for regrets now. At least she hadn't smacked him.

Current Mood: thoughtful

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

bitchprince

With the cold and his so-called 'class' being what they were, Arthur could no longer avoid spending at least some time within the dorms. So he took a broom into the common room, perched it somewhere against a wall nearby, and then cast a questioning eye over the room's contents.

At least a chair was a chair no matter where you went. He took a seat, a great, big, space-claiming seat, and leaned the elbow that wasn't contained by the sling on the arm of the chair. From that position, he took careful stock, including a wary one of the black box that rested in the room.

The locals seemed to have a thing about boxes.

[[ open post and open CR ]]

the_merriest

Rubii Saikikku Princess Spiral had brought the Lightbringer-Giver along with her on her Journey, to assist in her battle against Evil.

Or, really, Rikku -- dressed up in a bizarre schoolgirl outfit and with upside-down sunglasses on her head -- had dragged along a reluctant Petey -- now wearing a cape and a pipe-cleaner tiara -- into the third floor common room, where she was performing dangerous attack moves against the ... random ... snowmen. While singing the chirpy tune from her theme song.

Petey mrowled and tried to eat the tiara again. He might have been dumb, but even he knew Mommy wasn't right in the head.

(SO OPEN.)

Current Mood: crazy

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had pushed all the furniture in the room aside, and now there was a very large wading pool covering most of the floor. But it wasn't filled with water, oh no. It was filled with POPCORN.

A very contented-looking, very large man was doing the backstroke in the popcorn and chittering happily to himself, while Sokka looked on with a combination of horror and amusement.

[Open like a common room, for all your swimming-in-snacks needs!]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

The fifth-floor common room had been transformed into a riot of color and sound by the two intrepid decorators. When you had Rikku and Dōjima doing the artistic design, and they were basing it off of Romeo's collection of loud shirts, it was bound to be, ah, creative.

There were balloons and streamers everywhere, and the party even had some piñatas full of candy for people to swing at. Simply because everyone (Rikku) liked candy, and Dōjima was a fan of party games that made other people look like idiots.

[OOC: Up way-early for SP/timezone goodness, and open to all!]

[ETA: For those of us who have cranky browsers... Arrive & Mingle | Talk to Romeo | Snacks & Drinks (Pre-Spiking) | Snacks & Drinks (Post-Spiking) | Party Games | Dancing | Gifts | OOC!]

Current Mood: creative

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

Dōjima had done the only sensible thing she could do upon waking - scream. Once she had (mostly) finished flailing, she 'borrowed' the pants Romeo had ~~handwavily~~ left laying around her room earlier in the week and made a quick run to JGoB.

She was now camped out in the common room watching Bitterwoman reruns, and had dumped an obscene about of baked treats on the table with a sign: "Wrong bits? Have a donut."

Stupid Fandom.

[Open common room is open!]

Current Mood: annoyed

raspberryturk

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

the_merriest

Cabins! You know, Rikku had missed campfires so much. You could make s'mores and mountain pies and hot dogs and then you could all sit around chatting and watching the fire and how awesome was that? Severely awesome.

So Rikku had piles of goodies and pie irons and sticks and she was having a grand old time. And the Icklest Koala campfire? Was so, so open to anyone who wanted some campfire food. Mmmmm, campfire food.

(OOC: I have not had a mountain pie since the fourth of July, woe! OPEN CAMPFIRE IS OPEN.)

Current Mood: hungry

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah arrived at the gym after classes and started pulling out mats for practice. Once everything on the floor was set up just so, she turned her attention to putting up the tables. One table had the radio and sign in sheet, the other had the usual mixtures of fruits and drinks for refreshments

She had a clipboard of things she wanted to bring up to the squad. The fashion show in the Spring had been so successful that she thought they should start brainstorming for another Cheerleader sponsored event.

[[OOC: Now in the right place. *facepalm*]]

raspberryturk

Ron was sitting in the living room of the third floor common room, abusing the remote control and trying to find something... anything to watch. However nothing seemed to really fit the bill.

Reno was bored. Bored bored bored. And there was a common room to be bored in, which was an awesome change of pace from being bored in his dorm room. Except for how Ron was there. Abusing the remote control. That could be problematic for the curing of his boredom.

( Cranky Redheads are Cranky )

[Preplayed with

isourking, OCD is up, feel free to come on in!]

the_merriest

Rikku bounced down to the gym and started laying out mats, when she got distracted by a colorful green bird swooping in and landing on her .... shoulder!?

"Did you need something?" she asked, staring. *Rawk! Did you need something?*

"I kinda need to set up cheer," she frowned. *I kinda need to set up cheer!*

"Oooooh, this could be kinda fun," she chirped. (And, of course, the same echo came back.)

Cheer was mostly set up. And Rikku was ... making friends.

Current Mood: amused

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Someone had left a stuffed animal in the common room, and it was giving Ella fits.

It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.

The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.

"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.

[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka sat down and surveyed the setup he had go'n on.

Huge bowl of popcorn? (Complete w/ Momo Jr. backstroke'n away?) Check.

HUGE glass of soda? Check.

Remote control? Check.

Wormhole: Xtreme marathon? Check.

So why'd he feel as though someth'n were very, very, VERY wrong here?

[So very open. This post (except for this note here) is COMPLETELY DEVOID OF THE LETTER 'I'. Enjoy!]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah headed to the gym after workshops were over to set up for cheerleading practice. She was definitely in a better mood than she was last time and was bouncing around as she made sure things were in place.

She dragged out the practice mats and set up the tables for snacks and the sign in sheet. Once everything was in its place, she turned on the music and began warming up as she waited for the rest of the squad.

Current Mood: bouncy

the_merriest

So Rikku had found a grumpy kitty in her Flight class, and lo and behold, it was the Worf!kitty! She'd totally have to take him back to Wellspring Arms tomorrow morning when she went in to work.

For now, she was going to keep him with her, and hope he didn't kill Petey.

Hmmm. This called for a few hours in the Common Room.

"Who's such a grumpy kitty?" she cooed, at the clearly miserable angry unhappy cat who was most likely plotting her death. "Who is that?"

(OOC: so, so, so open! IMPORTANT NOTE: the Worf!kitty hates (A) being a kitty (B) everything and especially (C) you. Some light modding is okay so long as you remember those three important points. Bring your own bandages!)

the_merriest

Rikku usually liked to spar out in the preserve, but this wasn't sparring, it was punching lessons, and that meant having a few punching bags handy so they didn't just have to punch each other.

Therefore: two blonde girls were hanging out in the school gym, after classes, ready to kick some butt. Or at least punch some bags.

"Okay," Rikku said. "Have you ever fought someone, like, hand-to-hand? Any experience or whatever?"

(Expecting a Dojima, who was modded with permission. Also open for all your gym-ly needs.)

Current Mood: chipper

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

The rain was threatening, again, and the day was cool enough that Ella was wearing a cloak over her blouse and skirt. But she'd spent too much time reading in her alcove lately, and wanted to spend more time outdoors before they left the cabins entirely. She neatly built a small campfire, half-wishing she'd bought some marshmallows to roast over it. But that was a small matter.

She settled on a log by the fire, propped her chin on one hand, and let her mind wander as she watched the flames dance.

[OOC: Open.]

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron was awake and very bored. As a result he's sitting by the campfire and contemplating what random items he can find to throw into the fire and see if it burns.

[Open. Bored. Entertainment plz.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

[Open!]

raspberryturk

The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]

withoutverona

Blissfully unaware there was anything at all odd about today, Romeo padded into the common room and found some cold cereal to eat while he watched a morning talk show.

They were making over erotic dancers, and Romeo decided the "on stage" looks were much better than the "daytime" looks. It was purely an aesthetic decision, of course -- at least the on stage looks didn't involve floral cardigans.

[Open like a common room.]

the_merriest

Roof. Nice and quiet up here. Stars. Roof, and trying not to think about ... anything. Thinking was bad. Stars: way better.

Party. She'd missed it. Because. Couldn't, right now. Not a party.

So Rikku was up on the roof. Watching. Thinking. Trying not to think.

(very, very open)

Current Mood: listless

withoutverona

Romeo felt very important and very big as he walked up to the gun range and opened the door. He'd been carrying his toy gun around all day, and now he'd get to prove he had the best aim!

This was the best weekend ever.

"I think we aren't supposed to shoot at each other," he cautioned the two blondes and redheaded boy as they entered.

[OOC: For certain others, but open.]

sith_happened

After a bath (Anakin's idea) and a stop to wrap Luke completely in bubble wrap (Luke's idea, but Anakin wasn't exactly objecting after watching Luke jump off his bed, his desk, the top landing of the stairs, and the kitchen table), Luke and Anakin were now out in front of the dorms.

Luke yanked on Anakin's hand. "X-Wing, Daddy!" he demanded.

"Very well," Anakin said, laying down on the ground. "Arms out," he said.

Giggling, Luke putting his arms out straight as Anakin balanced Luke over his head.

"Now the other part," Luke demanded, looking down at him and making starfighter noises.

Anakin grinned up at him, then reached into the Force and pushed Luke straight into the air, where he flew to just about level with the tree tops.

Luke shrieked with glee as he was safely caught. "AGAIN!"

[OOC: Open for anyone whose weetiny would be interested in the Jedi version of airplane.]

Current Mood: amused

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.

So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.

"DIE!"

*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*

[open]

halfshell-hero.livejournal.com

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids.

"Go watch TV. Be good. Don't ask anybody that comes in to play doctor with you," Meg said. She had fallen for the doctor thing before when they were kids. Twice.

After making sure that Dick had found some cartoons to watch, Meg went into the kitchen and got out stuff to make pancakes.

[Totally open. Go ahead, traumatize her into not having kids for a long, long time. And, yes, when she figures out that this is an island-wide thing she'll be making a lot more pancakes to accommodate]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym early, carrying a duffle bag over one shoulder and the baby Cairo on her hip.

First, she set up a safe area for the spawnlets where they could be safe and within eyesight of any of the other cheerleaders who might be in Professor Skywalker's class. Cairo was gurgling happily as he watched the DVD of "Whatever the Meta" ~~is for "Bring It On"~~ and waving the rubber knife she had found for him. She had thought about asking Johnny to babysit... but had decided that she liked her boyfriend untraumatized, thank you very much.

Once that safe area was set up, Savannah patted his head and then laid out the mats and set up the tables with refreshments and music for today's practice.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! And yes, Savannah has blocked off an area for any of the robot babies. :)]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke got to the gym early to set up for practice, putting out healthy snacks and mats and maybe bouncing a little. The creepy statues were all done with their... creepiness, the missing cheerleaders should be back, and there had so far been an entire day without weird. What was there not to be bouncy about?

[And OCD is up!]

Current Mood: bouncy

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka was totally going to take out the scourge of those STUPID ANGEL STATUES that had been following him all day, and had apparently been abducting people, too. All those people who'd been in the park... Like Deadpool, and Turtle, and... Other people. He couldn't find Mel anywhere tonight, but luckily the graveyard wasn't anywhere NEAR the park, right?

He'd dug around in the basement until he found a sledgehammer; now he just needed a posse. Or so he told himself. Tonight, "looking for a posse" consisted of falling asleep curled up on the couch with the TV on, a sledgehammer on the floor, and a chinchilla on his lap.

[Open as common rooms are. However, expect not much from me, as I go to bed soon.]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette rolled out the mats, pulled out the bleachers, and hung up a poster she worked on last night that welcomed the newest Gremlin Cheerleaders: Brooke, Naomi, Doom, and the new Gremlin Mascot Robin the frog.

After turning on some music that was always fun to practice to, she set out all kinds of ~~moddable snacks~~. Healthy snacks from fruit to granola bars and lots of water, flavored too.

The sign-up sheet was out and Annette grabbed her mat and began doing some stretches while she waited for the other cheerleaders to show up.

[ooc: OCD is up!]

withoutverona

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie is currently sitting with himself and himself arguing over which version of "Galaxy Quest" is better.

"Classic!"

"New Adventures!"

"I prefer Lightning Bug."

"You're just obsessed with anything Joss."

"No, it's because Galaxy Quest sucks."

And any minute now they could come to blows.

[ooc: open]

the_merriest

This had to be the weirdest cartoon Rikku had ever watched. They were all weird yellow spotted animals fighting in an army with really bad dialogue and ... that episode was totally just a commercial for breakfast food. Then there was an educational segment about ... Peer-2-Teen Life Choices? Uh. At least the Thanksgiving special was pretty rockin. And then some guy sang a song about Spring Break! She was going to be singing that all week! "Kids, don't play with too many knives!" See? Informative and educational.

The common room was wide open, and Rikku was bouncing around with snacks watching a Cheat Commandos marathon.

("Cheat Commandos" is a fictional show from the Homestar Runner universe.)

Current Mood: bouncy

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah had gotten up and to the gym early in oder to make sure that everything looked perfect -- and was perfect -- for the tryouts.

There was a table set up with pens, pencils and clipboards for all of the current cheerleaders. This way they could write down names and what they thought of each person that was here to try to add to the squad.

She had pulled out most of the mats and set them up, and had the stereo playing bouncy, cheerful music. There was even a table set up with refreshments.

The Fandom High Gremlins are here and ready to see what talent the students had to offer the squad.

[[OOC: Tryouts are Saturday, but SP until Monday due to timezones. Past Tryouts Here. Please be as descriptive as possible.]]

isourking.livejournal.com

In hindsight? It was a stupid bet. Ron should have known better than to trust Sokka to be honorable. Unfortunately, Ron has no proof that Sokka cheated.

Which is why Ron is currently standing out in the cold in only his underwear and about to start his run around campus.

"This has got to be the stupidest thing I ever done," he muttered to himself as he started to run.

[ooc: Open for mocking]

notreallyagirl.livejournal.com

He had a mid-term tomorrow. In cooking.

Thus, it made perfect sense to him, to wind up in the common room and attempting to cook.

Well.

Attempted to decide what he'd attempt to cook. Miss Lulu had said they couldn't use the recipes from class. This... would probably end badly.

[Open as a common room is!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

There was a sign near the entrance to the CR.

Single Zone:
No couples or significant others allowed.
Any couple coming in and acting cute enters at their own risk

Anyone venturing past the sign would find Mel watching horror movies. Specifically horror movies where young couples in love end up getting killed.

There was also a mug of something she was drinking that was definitely not alcoholic. Really.

[Open of course. Even to OTP couples. *glares*]

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