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notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby loved Fandom. There was absolutely no doubt about that. He loved the people who came from all over and the fact that a lot of them liked studying and learning stuff as much as he did. He especially loved not being called a geek and a nerd by the other students every day.

But sometimes what he liked the most was that his big brother was all his at times when he'd never ever have been caught spending time with his kid brother. Like doing laundry and studying for their online classes on a Saturday night. Bobby thought it was the best way to spend a Saturday evening ever, but he also knew that Jack would completely disagree.

It made him feel kind of selfish sometimes since Jack had come to Fandom so Bobby could go, but he liked it anyway.

He stared at his French homework again. Enjoying conjugating the pluperfect tense was nerdy even beyond Bobby's ken and today, he couldn't even pretend to keep his mind on it.

"Hey, Jack? What do you think about high heels?"

[OOC: Laundry room open for all, and Jack modded with gracious permission.]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

After finishing up his radio broadcast, Dave made his way back to the dorms - with a detour for coffee, of course - and started to set up a table in the lobby. He had a couple dozen jars of various fruit jams that he made last night and a poster hung on the table reading:
Dave Nelson for Sophomore Class Representative
Great with jams
Better with student government

Free homemade jam for all sophomores!

He was now ready to buy votes with smashed up, jarred fruit. Who else could say that?

[OOC: Open lobby, naturally! Dave will probably give jam to non-sophomores, too if they promise to mention his generosity to sophomores.

Oh, and I'm dropping a tiny bit of OCD in here on the off chance that somebody else wants to campaign in the lobby. Dave's not a lobby hog.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

For once, Caroline actually had a project to do! She was kind of excited about the idea of making signs for the sibling she hadn't technically gotten yet, but felt certain she deserved, so of course she was going to get one, it was simply a matter of time. And so Caroline had gathered a ton of supplies from the shop in town, and okay, since there were vikings all around, there was a total Icelandic theme going on. Makers, glitter glue, and construction paper in colors she had deemed within the viking spirit were laid out all over the floor in the common room.

Sorry people who had hoped to walk by.

Caroline wasn't certain about her first attempt, but that was why she had more poster board, duh. She brushed a bit of glitter from her bare knees as she got to her feet, surveying the work she'd done so far. She took a few steps back to see if her sign was readable at a distance and nodded, pleased with her work. Now if only she had a name to add. Fill in the blank was kind of hard.

But then, maybe someone was taking the whole big sibling thing a little far.

[So totally open as CRs are!]

Current Mood: busy

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

The details of the weekend were fresh in Jack's mind. The details of his life as this older guy, a politician, were hazy. Every time he tried to think about the faces and names and details he'd known on the weekend, they slipped away. He'd spent yesterday trying to write everything down. The result was four and a half pages of snatches of memories that weren't really his and garbled messages to himself about a life he found himself forgetting. Forgetting bothered him. Jack realized that forgetting bothered him more than the fact that Fandom had changed him in the first place. This freakish island was getting to him.

There was only one thing to do.

"Four," Jack counted through gritted teeth as he pulled himself up so that his chin was level with the bar he was holding on to. He lowered himself back down and then up again. "Five." The gym was a perfect way of not dealing with the situation.

[OOC: Open!]

vanillajello

Really, it probably should have been a shock to wake up in a room you hadn't even seen for nearly twenty years. And yes, it had been a little disorienting at first, but please. Not only was Kate Desrosiers a Fandom High alumna, she had also taught at the school herself, and had visited pretty frequently over the years since. There were few strange occurrences that could shock her anymore.

So really, all this randomly-getting-transported-overnight stuff really meant at this point was that she was saving money on gas for her car.

Having rolled out of bed and boggled at her old room for a moment, Kate did what came naturally. And that was wandering on down to the common room, getting the coffee machine going, and getting started on a batch of muffins. If memory served her right, the smell would be enough to lure people in. She was kind of curious as to who all she'd see.

And if there was anyone in particular she was hoping to run into... Well, you would not be the first to know.

[ooc: You can't possibly think this could be anything other than open.]

dontvotemeout

Jason and Momoko had agreed to take turns with their droid baby, and since he didn't have any classes on Tuesdays, the baby had gone into Jason's care today. Things hadn't been so bad for most of the day, and Jason had made the mistake of thinking that this week would be fairly easy. That, of course, had been when the baby started crying and just. wouldn't. stop. He'd finally managed to get it to stop making noise by holding and cradling it, but every time he put the baby down, it started to wail again.

So, he was sitting on the couch now with a droid baby cradled between his cast and his chest, and a freshly delivered pizza sitting next to him. Making dinner in this state had seemed like a recipe for disaster.

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby was making cookies. Well, Bobby was trying to make cookies. He'd never actually done it before. Mom didn't really approve of refined sugar or butter, and no one could say that cookies without sugar or butter were any good.

So Bobby had found a really handy recipe right on the back of a bag of chocolate chips, and baking was just like chemistry, right? You just followed directions and then poof, the experiment succeeded.

He was diligently following directions then as he tried to "beat" cold butter and sugar and eggs until it somehow all became creamy. His arm was beginning to hurt though, and nothing in the bowl looked even close to "creamy."

[Open common room of course!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

It didn't count as moping if Caroline gave off the air of relaxing in the sunshine on the deck with a book. The day was too nice to stay cooped indoors when she had a magical ring to protect her from the evil rays of the sun and sunglasses to ensure no one saw her reaction to the book, should she actually read it and fall victim to tears.

Not that this was likely when she'd been paused on the same page of her Sparksian novel, imagining how her life could translate into one of these things. Of course, Caroline was aware that the closest she ever came to a depressing romance novel was when she'd turned into a vampire and lost Matt to her jealous and overly sensitive ways. She sighed, wondering if she was always doomed.

Okay, maybe this did count as moping.

[Open deck!]

Current Mood: contemplative

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Don't ask where she had gotten them, or how -- as a former Scout herself, Sookie had sources.

The important thing was that Monday night found Sookie camped out on the couch in the common room with her entire newly-acquired Girl Scout cookie collection as she channel-surfed. And while she was perfectly willing to share, visitors best be warned that her wrath would befall anyone who took the last of her Samoas.

Seriously.

[omg totes open, I wish I had Thin Mints.:(]

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby's computer had completely stopped working. Or, it worked, but after a few minutes, it got so hot that it shut down. It was a little bit annoying - especially since it meant he couldn't try again for a perfect landing on Mars.

Since there wasn't any more Mars Landing and he didn't quite feel like studying some more, Bobby was hunched over a table in the Common Room, a chessboard set up in front of him. On the other side of the board was a big plate of chocolate chip cookies. Every time white captured a piece, Bobby got a cookie.

Give it any second now, and the sugar rush would kick in big time.

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby thought there might be a football game on today. Not that he had any idea how football worked or who was playing, but at his old school, people usually talked about 'watching the game,' and Bobby thought if he had it on, people might show up and then he could hang out with them! This plan had no possibility of failing!

It was just too bad that his act of 'watching the game' was quickly blown as Bobby got engrossed in his world history textbook and forgot to pay any attention at all to the men in spandex on TV. He did have popcorn though. With chocolate chips mixed in it which made it the best kind.

wrongkindofsith

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other.

Which was how she found herself in the Salle, running through forms with a great deal more aggression than was truly necessary.

[Expecting one in particular, but open Salle is open]

Current Mood: moody

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

Sunday wasn't exactly a study day, but he'd had a slow week and didn't want to fall behind. He worked better with other people around and so had his Chemistry homework out in front of him. Jack was sitting cross-legged on the floor, occasionally glancing at the door as if hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: HI!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had Top Model on in the background as she whistled tunelessly in the kitchen. Idle hands had made her restless, and tonight found her making a dish of brownies to enjoy in front of the television. (With sprinkles!)

There was a certain irony to the evening, to baking something to eat while watching a show about the ultra-tall and thin, but Sookie didn't really care. Mostly she was giving herself something to do, and hoping that if the squeal of girls didn't draw people in, the smell of chocolate would.

[come keep me from succumbing to a head cold!]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

One of the benefits of being a demigod was that Percy wasn't showing any effects of his fight with Luke yesterday. He'd gone down to the beach and done some swimming which had taken care of the cut on the back of his shoulder and the bruises on his hand. Even if Luke had beaten him, Percy was glad that he wasn't going to show obvious signs of that which would bring questions which would mean he'd have to tell people what happened.

And he really didn't want to tell people he'd gotten beaten.

There was a bad action movie on the television that had gotten Percy's attention almost immediately. He spent so much time training and running from monsters that getting to just chill out and watch movies had become a rare thing. He was taking advantage of it while he could.

Even the action movie couldn't completely hold his attention so if it looked like Percy wasn't paying attention, he probably wasn't. His thoughts were pinballing around every so often. If some of those thoughts included his cousins, well, oh well.

[It's a common room so it's open, dontcha know]

Current Mood: relaxed

notlikejack.livejournal.com

Bobby was still uncomfortable enough in The Room He Shared With A Girl that he didn't want to just hang out in there to study. Because he was totally enough of a geek to be studying during the first week of classes.

But he was also enough of a guy to be studying while watching cartoons and geeking out over the fact that his mom couldn't come in and make him turn them off because they were violent and not necessarily all that progressive especially in their treatment of women. Bobby just wanted to watch things blow up and the bad guys lose which they did with amazing regularity.

He had Hot Pockets (not the nasty organic kind), cartoons and biology homework. Life was pretty darn good.

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Laundry Room - Saturday Evening

Dorm Lobby, Saturday morning

Fourth Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

Dorms Gym - Tuesday Morning

Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

2nd Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

The Deck | Saturday Afternoon

Fifth Floor Common Room [Monday evening]

Second Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening

5th Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

The Salle, Sunday Morning

Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

Third Floor Common Room | Afternoon | Monday | September 6

5th Floor Common Room - Thursday Evening

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