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Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

It was Saturday morning, so naturally Rilla was up suuuuper early because toddlers don't understand that the weekend means that you don't have to get up at the same time you do during the week.

She was in the kitchen whipping up a batch of pancake batter while Jims sat on the sofa and watched cartoons.

Just like every other weekend, really.

[OOC: Open to everyone and their robobabies ;)]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

After she'd gone to church, Rilla came home, put Jims down for his nap and headed into the common room to make treats for Ken and Walter at the front.

Shortbread would last the long transit to France, and so would fudge--but she was making plenty in case snackers stopped by too.

[OOC: Open! Distract me from reading the news.]

Current Mood: serious

flickofthewrist

Yeah.

When Flick had been woken up with noise at his window, he'd gotten stupidly excited that Jude had finally found him. But no. Nope. It'd been just a pelting rain hitting the window and beyond that rain? Sharks. There were sharks flying around out there and Flick was just about done with this place and its eccentricities.

There was no freaking way he was going outside to investigate further. He wasn't one of those stupid people in horror movies who heard a noise and went closer and inevitably ended up getting sawed in half in a spray of blood. Nope, he was going to take his crappy mood and he was going to go to the common room where he could turn on the television and see if the weather was reporting on this.

They weren't, of course, but it made Flick feel better when he imagined the dumb meteorologists trying to forecast a funnel cloud of sharks. They'd probably wet themselves and run away. And then who would the world have to wrongly report the weather?

He missed Jude. What a freaking loser he was.

[Open. Flick's not going to be getting near those sharks, man.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

What better time then when Jims was napping to serve tea and cakes? Rilla couldn't think of one.

She had out seven cakes (Susan had gone a little crazy): two chocolate, a strawberry, a pound cake, a marble cake, a vanilla cake with orange frosting, and one that used to be called Black Forest cake before the Germans had become the enemy.

It was still a tasty cake, though.

Enjoy a slice! Have some tea or lemonade! Celebrate the end of the year!

[OOC: So very open.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was Stacey's sixteenth birthday, and so there was a cake along with the usual snacks for everyone. The birthday girl herself would be having sugar-free gum, or something.

"Hey, guys," she said, "we know it's been kind of a... frustrating week, so this is just going to be chill-out time. So there's cake, and we can just talk a little, and then maybe we can get some of this energy out with a good pillow fight!"

Oh yeah. There were pillows, too.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla and Jims, dressed in their Easter best, had returned from church on the mainland and were now in the common room. They (well, Rilla. Jims was only so helpful) unloaded an enormous hamper of food that Susan had sent from Ingleside. Despite Rilla being at school for three years, nothing could convince Susan that Yankees knew the first thing about cooking.

So there were hot cross buns and pies and cakes and cookies while Rilla was starting on some eggs and tea and Jims was trying to fit himself into the now-empty hamper.

Have some Easter brunch, everyone! Rilla promises not to check to see if you attended a service.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

"I'm sorry I'm late," Rilla said, bustling into the room. "I was in my room daydreaming about Kenneth Ford."

She blinked. "Anyway, most of you seem to have an inordinate amount of time on your hands when you could be using it to help the needy, so I'm going to teach you to knit socks so that Ken's feet don't fall off because I don't want to marry someone without feet. Oh, and help yourself to the healthy snacks we bring each week so that Miss McGill doesn't die!"

Rilla's understanding of diabetes was...middling at best.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Getting doused with something green and milky when you were expecting a shower of water was not the way to stay in a holy and contemplative state of mind, so Rilla decided to skip church today, towel off as best she could (and be grateful she hadn't started with Jims, who was naturally sticky enough) and head into the common room to make breakfast.

There were plenty of pancakes if anyone else was up!

Current Mood: cranky

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was in the meeting room on time, healthy snacks prepared and a pile of knitting in her lap as she waited for the rest of the sisters to arrive.

"I knit to make sure my brothers and friends up at the front in France have dry socks," she began, "but there are so many faster ways to raise money for various causes. Stacey and I were thinking...fashion show and inviting other students--maybe even faculty members and people from town--to join in. The funds we raise at the door could go to the Red Cross. What does everyone think?"

Current Mood: rushed

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There were snacks (healthy and non) set out for everyone when they arrived, along with various magazines sitting there for people to peruse. "Hey, guys," Stacey began, "it's the first week back from break, so we thought we'd talk about what we did, share stories, things like that. For instance, I was back in New York." It was all very sophisticated.

"And if you don't have anything interesting to talk about, all the magazines have articles about Ryan Gosling, so I figured we could talk about him." Some people here didn't even know about Ryan Gosling. So sad.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

When the sorority met today, they'd find a lot of construction paper and various basic craft supplies laid out for them. Because this was what happened when Rilla let Stacey take ideas straight from her old Kid Kits.

"So with Valentine's Day being tomorrow, we were thinking of making our own conversation hearts," Stacey began. "You know those heart-shaped candies with words on them like 'Be Mine' and 'I Love You'?" Valentine's Day was sort of an evil holiday for her in some ways, really. "So we're going to make and personalize our own. We have hearts made out of paper and you can decorate them however you want, and slip them under people's doors. You can make some for your boyfriends or friends or someone you think just needs some cheering up!"

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

"At our first meeting, Miss Borgia expressed interest in raising money to help charities," Rilla said with a smile. "Valentine's Day is coming up on the 14th and traditionally, the Student Council sells flowers for people to send to those they love, admire, or wish to make happy that day. Do you think we could sell cookies or candy--" she gave Stacey a small grin, "or perhaps little cones full of strawberries, to give people more options? There's also a dance that weekend--perhaps we could sell picnic dinners for that evening? Sandwiches require very little skill to put together."

She looked down at her own unadorned nails. "We could also offer to help people with their hair or makeup for the dance, but I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to makeup! Is anyone else better? Anyway, eat some of the snacks, drink tea, and come up with your own suggestions, please! Miss McGill and I are eager to hear them!"

Current Mood: pleased

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

The girls who'd signed up would have received ~~handwavy~~ emails telling them to meet up here in their pajamas, which miiight have given them a clue as to what Stacey and Rilla had them doing today.

"Hey, everybody," Stacey greeted them. "So, since this weekend was... a little different, we thought maybe we'd go full-on girl today and just have a little slumber party day. We have snacks, and movies, and maybe we can even get some gossip in about boys or something." She paused. "Unless that's traumatic after the weekend."

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had woken up bright and early this morning, just as always, and put on a clean dress, just as always, and then had taken Jims down to the common room to make pancakes.

She was mixing ingredients, he was turning himself into a flour ghost while he took handfuls of the stuff and tossed it into his hair.

Same as any other weekend, right?

Come show Rilla that's not true.

Current Mood: blissfully unaware

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla, inspired by the wedding she'd organized over the weekend, had filled the rec room with flowers, pots of tea and fancy sandwiches. She thought it looked very welcoming for any girls who might stop in.

And don't mind Stacey but she was going to love Rilla forever for putting out things she could actually eat. So she was in a good mood, and when it looked like everyone had arrived that was going to, she gave them all a big smile and said, "Hi there, everybody! Welcome to the first meeting of Kappa Delta Gremlin."

"I've been part of this sorority since I was a freshman," Rilla said, "and I'm not entirely certain why the name has to be in Greek. Anyway, our goals here are to have fun, make friends and raise money for charities. If you're interested in any of that, this is the place for you! Welcome!"

"So since this is our first meeting, we should probably all introduce ourselves and see if there's anything anyone would really like to do for an event?" Stacey said. Clearly she was used to handling the math end of meetings.

"And eat the snacks!" Rilla added. "Please. I don't want to drag them all the way to the fifth floor!"

[OOC: Open, even if you didn't sign up at the club fair!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was rapidly learning that the fifth floor common room wasn't nearly as childproof as she remembered.

"Jims, don't pull that wire!"

"Jims, don't open those drawers, please!"
"Jims, off of the countertop."

She finally got him distracted with some fingerpaints (which, for the time being at least, were staying on paper and not on Rilla's dress, the sofa, or the coffee table) and got herself a soothing cup of tea and got back to knitting a sock.

It had been so much easier when Jims had slept all the time.

[OOC: Open, naturally!]

Current Mood: tired

dollpocalypse

Well, around five on Thursday evening, Topher learned that Portalocity officially sucked harder than he had ever suspected, because they'd somehow managed to jostle his luggage on his return trip from Africa badly enough that his laptop screen was cracked.

He had other laptops, yeah, but this one was the fastest, so until he could replace it tomorrow, he grabbed an HDMI cable, hooked it up to display on the TV, and checked his email there. And then some forums. And then his Facebook and some tracked tags on Tumblr and... look, he had a lot of stuff going on, okay? He doubted anyone was going to say anything.

After a while, he began wondering whether there was anything else he was supposed to do tonight. There was some work for Peter he still had to do, of course, but that kind of thing probably merited more privacy than a common room TV screen. There was... oh, right, wasn't he supposed to talk to that Tomato girl?

Not Tomato. Another vegetable. Or maybe plant. Was Venus Fly Trap a name? No, wait, she wasn't a superhero, that didn't sound right.

But Topher was comfortable, and he didn't want to talk to Lettuce when he could just hang out on the couch here. Internet-stalking her was almost the same thing, right? Sure, it took a little more effort since he had to actually check the school database for a list of names first in order to find out what her actual name was (and Topher personally thought Tomato would've been a better choice, but hey, that was Olive's parents' fault), but before long he had a few searches going.

Hmm. There was a surprising amount of dirt on this girl, Topher had to say. Including something called freeolive.com, which brought him to a video.

"I really hope this isn't a creepy valkyrie thing," he said aloud, eyeing it dubiously before hitting play.

[[this common room brought to you by request of

dirtiest_skank, of course. please beware spoilers for easy a within, but it is open!]]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal (though pretty much everything was colorful or chocolately or sugary. No Raisin Bran for you. Who were you people, who wanted like, Chex at Pajama Club?) as well as some milk and a set of bowls. Since it was still relatively warm out, Olive's pajamas were not particularly cozy, but they were, at least, pretty cute.

"Welcome to Pajama Club," she said, once pretty much everyone was assembled. "I'm Olive, if you didn't already know. And I'll be honest, this mostly started as a joke but I'm kind of super-glad that so many people turned out. Um, for our first meeting, I figured we'd do introductions and maybe you could share why you joined? Oh, and your favorite type of cereal, so I know what to get for meetings."

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had intended to spend her evening cooking for her boys: Jem and Jerry in Flanders and Walter and Kenneth in training in Kingsport.

Instead she was shrieking at a goat and beating it with what was left of her cookbook.

"YOU SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! THAT'S MY SHORTBREAD RECIPE."

The goat was sad, so sad, but not letting it go.

Just another Thursday night in Fandom.

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.

nomelancholy.livejournal.com

A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

[ooc: oooopen.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

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

Seriously. Eclectic.

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

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

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today when the girls got there, they'd find today set up like an afternoon tea. Because it was afternoon and there was tea and biscuits. Pretty self-explanatory there.

"Hi, everyone," Annie said. "First off, I wanted to tell everyone great job at the fashion show last week. You could work the catwalk like real models!" Even if they decided against pants.

And mostly seemed to hate colour. “We raised a lot of money,” Rilla said, smiling broadly. “More than the Junior Red Crosses of Glen St. Mary Lowbridge! And not just because of the time difference and subsequent inflation!”

This had not made Rilla a lot of friends at home. Raising money for charity was cutthroat. She waved her hand at the tables. “Next week is final exams, which hardly seems possible, so today I thought we could spend time to say goodbye to our senior sisters and wish them all the best in their futures.”

Annie maybe pouted a little. Look, she was off to the exciting land of community college, she was sort of sorry to be leaving here so fast now. "I know I can at least say that it's been an honor to know all you guys and help lead you in a sisterly way over the last semester, and I'm going to miss you all." And that was not at all a pause to totally not cry, nope!

Except for how she gestured for Rilla to go next because she was still pausing to totally not cry.

“Awwwww,” Rilla said, flinging her arms around Annie. “We’ll miss you too!”

That did not help with the not crying, no. So when Annie hugged her back while continuing with, "We have teeeeeea," it was really, really whiny. Sorry, girls.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla took advantage of Jims' naptime (and the range of her baby monitor) to put up beglittered-beyond-all-reason posters for the Fashion Show the sorority was hosting tomorrow night. After all, there was no point in getting dressed up (along with the fraternity and PRIDE, of course) if no one was going to come to donate money to help the starving Belgians!

FASHION SHOW FOR CHARITY
DELTA GAMMA GREMLIN, KAPPA KAPPA GREMLIN & PRIDE CORDIALLY INVITE YOU TO A FASHION SHOW
TOMORROW, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 2012 FOR A NIGHT OF FASHION AT THE COMMUNITY CENTER.
The small cover charge goes to the Red Cross in aid of the starving Belgians of 1915.

Rilla stepped back and observed her handiwork. No one would be able to ignore the posters, in any case.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if you're looking for a Rilla!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The room the sorority met in had the usual snacks set up, but it was also absolutely full of a variety of dresses.

“Good afternoon!” Rilla said, smiling. “As you might have noticed from the ticket booth in the lobby, Prom is tomorrow and I’m sure many of you will be attending.”

Just not her because she was a sophomore. Le sigh.

"So we thought it couldn't hurt to maybe try on some dresses," Annie said. She already had her dress but that didn't mean she couldn't try pretty dresses on. Look, she was having a tough time. She'd take all the girly pretty happy things she could. "And even if you don't want to try things on for prom, we have another event to tell you about."

Oh, if only there was a drumroll.

“We’re putting on a fashion show next week!” Rilla squealed. “We’ll charge a fee at the door and proceeds will go to the Red Cross!”

"Which means we're going to be doing some preparation, and figuring out what we're wearing," Annie said. "Which I'm sure will be a huge chore."

Rilla beamed excitedly. “I’m sure we’ll all find something very tasteful to wear!”

Yeah, keep dreaming, Rilla.

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*]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Annie was a dork.

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!"

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.

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.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Stacey had learned something over the last couple days: most kids ate really unhealthy things. She'd known that before (she had babysat for a living, after all) but it was a lot more obvious to her now that she was in a boarding school setting.

So today she'd gone out shopping and bought some really healthy stuff to stock up the fridge and cabinets, since otherwise it was hard for her to eat. Besides, it couldn't hurt anyone to maybe try something that was good for them, and then maybe it wouldn't look strange if she was the only one in a setting eating a salad. With the TV on for background noise, she unpacked the grocery bags and put the food away.

See, Fandom, Stacey was being helpful.

[I so want to play. Open like an open CR!]

wasthecuteone

It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks. There was a ~~handwavey~~ party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))

annieadderall.livejournal.com

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

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

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

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had noticed that the volume level on the fifth floor seemed slightly higher today than she was used to, but she (being her normal size and having no roommate other than Jims) brushed it off in favor of heading to the common room and starting to prepare lunch: soup and toast for her and a bottle of milk for Jims.

Just another Saturday in Fandom, right?

[OOC: Mwahaha.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was multitasking. Baby Isabella had stopped with that random screaming thing she'd been doing earlier and progressed to full-on crying, which Annie couldn't stop her from doing. She'd heard of certain things that might help, though, so after leaving her laundry to finish washing earlier, she brought Isabella down, intending to put her on top of the dryer and let it rock her to sleep or whatever.

This would have been a better idea if only the washer had washed anything at all. In fact, when she tried to take her stuff out, a bunch of things seemed to be stuck around the turny thingie inside the machine like it was purposely keeping her clothes from her.

So now there was a frustrated Annie with undone laundry and a crying droid baby. Have fun with that.

[Open, pending LJ cooperation! Some SP at work, yadda yadda.]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

For such a small person, Jims generated an enormous amount of laundry--spit up rags, dirty blankets, drool-covered bibs--and doing this particular chore was far from Rilla's favourite aspect of the week.

She'd darted down to the laundry room during Jims' nap with a basket brimming with dirty clothing and dumped it into the first available washing machine and retured a half hour later, only to discover that the top to the washer absolutely refused to open.

She tried yanking. She tried hitting it with her boot. She tried--being a nice Canadian girl who'd spent a year in Fandom--reasoning with the machine.

Nothing worked.

"Just. Give. Me. The. Clothes. Please," she grunted, yanking on the top of the machine.

Somehow this had to be That Boy's Fault. The one from the radio who had ruined people's clothing.

[OOC: Laundry strike ho!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

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

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

Whichever worked for the guests.

wasthecuteone

Petra wanted to do an orange and black half-moon manicure for Halloween, so she carted her supplies down to the common room and started flipping through channels on the TV, looking for something to provide background noise while she worked and entertainment while she waited for her nails to dry. She found...crazytown.

After a few moments of jawdropped amazement, she concluded, "I don't know who this drunk lady is but I appreciate her commitment to insanity."

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was not having the best week and that was due in no small measure to the tiny baby she was lugging around in his basket. Jims had taken it into his head to wake up shrieking every two hours for the last two days (and nights, to Rilla's great sorrow) and all of the lullabies and bottles in the world hadn't done the slightest bit of good. Even the baby book that Rilla relied on had no ideas.

Rilla wished Jims was a kitten. Those were quiet, and when they weren't, you could make them go outside.

She walked a bit petulantly through the dorm halls, putting up posters for a joint Halloween mixer with the sorority, the fraternity, and Pride:

( Cut for image )

With the way her luck was running, she might not even get to go: there was no way she would leave a screaming baby for someone else to deal with, no matter how tempting the prospect seemed.

[OOC: Text reads: Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Kappa Delta Gremlin and Pride present: Halloween Bash, Monday October 31, 6th floor after classes end. Come in costume, win a prize!]

Current Mood: annoyed

annieadderall.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

Someone was from 1914, can you tell?

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

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

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

[OOC: Preplayed with the lovely

rilla_myrilla!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was putting up her final round of completely over-glittered Student Council posters:

RILLA BLYTHE FOR STUDENT COUNCIL!
DON'T FORGET TO VOTE TOMORROW!!
It was a little more difficult to do when she had Jims with her. She'd wish for three arms, but around here it might actually happen.

Current Mood: frustrated

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