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robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin didn't want to let this opportunity go. He used to sit out here fairly often with his banjo or guitar. And this weekend had him feeling very nostalgic indeed. So in the spirit of the weekend, he began to sing.

[Open of course. He'd love to jam, or take requests. Or just catch up and reminisce.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Woohoo! There was a Muppet Marathon on TV tonight! Robin had ~~handwavily~~ spread the word, and then ordered pizza. He'd also taken several trips to get drinks and snacks up here.

Then he settled in for a night of vegging and enjoying such goodies as Wild Bird Chase, Land Down Under, The Muppet Movie, The Muppet Show, The Muppet 30th Anniversary, and of course Robin's personal favorite, The Prince Who Was a Frog.

[Open as open can be!]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Rock Band time!! Robin might be too small to use the guitar controlers or attempt the drums, but that was okay. He was fine with just singing.

He had snacks and drinks out, in hopes of luring some band members in. There was even a keyboard for this one.

[Open! Get your rock star on!]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin wasn't at the dance. Normally he didn't mind going to dances without a date, but tonight he just couldn't bring himself to go to a Valentine's Day dance, stag.

So instead he was pigging out on pizza rolls and watching the History Channel. There were some pretty cool shows on here. Tonight there happened to be a feature length documentary about Muppets.

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

For the first time in nearly a week Robin felt well enough to get out and about. And regardless of the hour, he really wanted to do just that. He figured that in itself was a good sign. He'd been holed up in his bed with bottles of fruit juice, water, and a couple boxes of crackers, battling with the Flu.

He'd have preferred Chicken Pox. The Muppet Version. At least then he'd just sneeze a lot and turn into a Muppet Chicken. That was annoying, and somewhat debilitating as the sneezes tended to make you fly across the room. But it was way better than how the flu had made him feel.

But his stomach felt secure, his head was clear, and his legs, while weary, agreed to transport him far as the common room.

So, now he was here. Now what? How about some actual cold water or juice?

[Open for any night owls.]

glacial_queen

The roof was the traditional place for brooding, and so, after the walls of her room had finally gotten stifling, that was where Karla had fled. As much as she hated to admit it, the weather was a bit of a draw as well; she wanted to rail and curse and demand gray skies and rainy days to match her mood, but she couldn't deny how nice the sun felt. It couldn't really lift her spirits, but they might have been slightly lighter after she'd been sitting out for awhile.

[Open like a roof, though warning for emo. It's likely that information about Raven will come out in conversation, so please let me know early on if this is not okay.]

shes-got-legs.livejournal.com

It was finally Thursday! It was finally party time!

And Ariel, not wanting to be a disappointment in carrying the tradition of Atlantican parties onto the land, had gone all out, showing up at the pool as soon as she was finished with Glee Club to get everything set and ready for when the party was going to start. The decorations were slightly insane, and had been...an interesting challenge to put up, but Ariel had managed without falling into the pool too much. And off in an area where the splashing was unlikely to spoil anything, she'd set up a food table with all of her favorite human foods (she was going to do some Atlantican ones, but she'd have to make them herself, and no one wanted that) and a dance floor with a DJ booth for Jono.

How she got all this down here and up was just going to wind up being one of those great mysteries of life, but she knew that hard work and perseverance and obsessive planning had really paid off.

But, of course, it'd be nothing without guests.

[[ yay party! OCD is ~~on the way~~ up, huzzah! Everyone got a personal invitation, so come on in, the water's fine! ]]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

Robin's tiny body could not contain his joy, so, acceptance letter clutched in one flipper, he had gone tearing from his room, down the stairs into the rec room, where he had to pause to catch his breath.

"*gasp*IgotinIgotinIgotinIgotin!!"

[Open.]

Current Music: Journey- Don't Stop Believin'

glacial_queen

After a long day out fighting creepy zombie piranha fish, Karla had fought her way ~~to the castle, beyond the goblin city~~ to Pizza Planet, in the vague hopes that perhaps someone had decided to go in early and gotten stuck. Or something.

Much to Karla's surprise, Pizza Planet was actually open and mostly staffed. The denizens of Fandom were even more jaded by the invasions than the students, and apparently decided a paycheck was more important than the piranhas.

They hadn't been particularly happy to see her. Probably because it had been a very light day for them, work-wise.

But she'd shown up and hadn't moved until they completed her order and now Karla had a giant stack of pizzas to feed people along with a few two litres of soda and a giant salad. After a long day of fighting (or even not), she figured that fresh, hot food that didn't come from a microwave would be appreciated.

She was still debating turning on cheesy horror movies like she'd talked about with Ben, though. That might be a bit much after today.

[Open!]

life_inshadow

"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to

thatsamilkshake and

brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with

glacial_witch and

trigons_child.]

thatsamilkshake

When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. ~~Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'~~

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely

life_inshadow and

trigons_child, with Karla's ~~boobs~~ presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

heromaniac

Momoko was up on the roof, but not because she was upset. She was actually very happy and excited; she couldn't remember what the holiday was, but she loved any celebration with fireworks and the roof had the best view she could get without actually being in the sky.

So as soon as she'd heard the first familiar 'boom-crack-speeeeeew-shooosh', she'd grabbed her music player and made a quick dash to the common room for snacks. And now there was a very hyper red-head ~~bouncing~~ sitting on the edge of the roof, enjoying a night sky full of pretty lights and explosions to some soft pop music.

There was plenty of sky, roof, and food if anyone wanted to join her.

[roof and post both open, of course]

wrongkindofsith

There was a pretty, pink princess at the main campfire today.

And because even the influence of powerful hallucinogens didn't change things like highly competitive natures, Princess Cara was the prettiest, pinkest princess of them all.

Shy, demure, but ever so chipper, loving, and positive-thinking, she danced lightly around the campfire, requiring only tiny birds or small, fuzzy animals to sing with to complete the picture of perfect ~~Disney~~ princess-hood.

[Open. So very, very open.]

Current Mood: ditzy

mississippiqueen

Today, there was something missing. Something whose absence made everything about this meeting of the Magic Slash Support Reserves desperately, desperately wrong.

No, not everybody with magic powers; nobody was invisible today. This was so much worse: the table next to the leaders held NO FOOD! It held nothing but a pile of scarves, in fact.

"Now, now, nobody panic," Emmett called out, raising his hands in a slightly defensive movement just in case they were really as hungry as they looked. "The goodies are here. They're just behind us." He stepped aside to point to a spot a good hundred feet back, where another table could be spotted. "You guys did really well with helping each other out when things went kabloonkie last week, so this week, we're gonna build on that with a teamwork and communication exercise. Which I'd be the first to call lametastic under other circumstances, but guys, guys. There's cupcakes at the end of it!"

"So." He pointed to the open area of grass between the food and the group leaders. "Today? That grass is lava. There's a path through it marked out in duct tape, but you can't step off or bye-bye designer footwear which by the way I hope you didn't wear. Go to the end of the path, grab yourself a cupcake for you and one for your partner, and then make your way back! Easy like peas!"

"Well, maybe not quite that easy," Karla said, grinning a bit. "See, the reason you need a partner is because you're going to be blindfolded." One of the scarves on the table floated over to her and she held it up for them to see. "Trust and communication, remember? You're going to have to trust your partner to get you to the cupcakes, without having you step in lava, or in any of the other ingenious traps we've set about the course." The expression Karla was wearing suggested that she was looking forward to seeing them maneuver said traps.

"The easiest way to do this is via verbal communication, of course, but be creative if you can. Pair up with a telepath and have them look through your eyes or attempt to broadcast your thoughts, especially if you're unused to telepathic communication. Use magic to somehow guide your partner through--and then don't use any for yourself. Levitate someone over the lava if they're about to fall in. Be creative and go beyond your comfort zone. Nothing is against the rules, as long as you have fun."

[OOC: Open! Co-writ with the lovely and evil

glacial_witch,

trigons_child and

life_inshadow.]

kissytheface.livejournal.com

Anyone walking near the Godzilla cabin could probably hear the ruckus. The ruckus in particular appears to be a certain girl with pink hair holding an impromptu concert for two squirrels who can only sit and stare at her. She is a frenzy of energy as she shouts and yells into the microphone as she rocks out on an out of tune guitar with a good deal of feedback coming from the speakers.

"I'M NOT SAYIN' I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU!
I'M NOT SAYING I'M RUBBER NOR DID I IN ANY WAY SUGGEST YOU ARE GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!"

Dandelion Naizen finished the song with what could almost be called a power chord and threw her hands in the air forming the fists of rock.

"THANK YOU FANDOM!"

She waited until she realized there was no applause coming from the squirrels and scowled at them.

"You f%#$ers have no soul. CLEARLY YOU ARE INSINUATING I AM SOME SORT OF VIKING!"

The two squirrels looked at each other. Clearly there was no insinuation.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! CLEARLY YOU ARE OF NORDIC DESCENT! I'll have you know the secret government agency I work for has cleared me to use DEADLY FORCE!"

The squirrels put down their notepads and backed away. This might get ugly.

[Open, yes]

puppy_fair

Okay, so today had admittedly not been the most productive day that Zack had ever had. He'd skipped work today after having the meaning of Memorial Day explained to him by the gym teacher, and then he'd ~~handwavily~~ headed down to the graveyard. Angeal wasn't there, no, but it was about as close as he was going to get, and the time to just sit quietly and pay his respects had been good for him.

Now, to wrap the day up, he'd grabbed some marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and graham crackers, and he was working on getting a decently sized fire going.

Okay, so Zack's idea of a 'decently sized' fire was possibly not what most sane people considered to be one. He'd heaped the logs on kind of ridiculously high, and then he'd lit that sucker with a Fira spell. The result had singed his eyebrows a little at first, but hey, all the better for making s'mores, right?

... Once he blew out the marshmallow fire.

[Open!]

glacial_queen

Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. ( To keep talking )

[~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]

nothornlessrose.livejournal.com

Cassidy had really enjoyed her classes so far here at the school. However, there was still some tension in her and so she had to go to the one place that always drew her to it.

No matter where she was, a garden always made her feel so much better. That would be why, after changing her clothes and leaving a small container of cupcakes in their room for Hiccup, Cassidy was now on her knees in the dirt of the garden.

As she weeded and moved soil around, she could feel a lot of her worry and tension leaving her.

And yes, she had shielded her hands before starting her work.

[[OOC: Open post is open!]]

glacial_queen

Karla wasn't surprised when she woke up and couldn't find her Mommy or Daddy. They were often gone for hours and hours and hours, doing important Court stuff. What was weird was that she didn't recognize anyone in the castle, and there didn't seem to be any servants around to feed her.

So, rather than stay in the room she'd woken up in (also not her room--had they caught the Winds after she'd fallen asleep?) Karla had decided to go looking for people. Someone had to be taking care of her, right?

Her search had lasted right until she'd gone outside and found the garden. It was a good garden, filled with lots of healthy looking plants and deep, rich soil.

The perfect kind of soil for mud. Specifically, mud pies.

Karla forgot all about trying to find someone. Instead, she was sitting in the center of the garden, spattered with mud, patting the mud into rough pie shapes and decorating them with pretty rocks and leaves.

[Open! Come and get dirty!]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Adventure! With the boundless energy of youth, Robin had hopped from his bowl in his room, down the hall, and into the common room. Where he was currently swinging on the faucet of the sink, babbling to himself in Tadpole.

[Open of course!]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

It seemed prudent, after offering to teach Jonas how to cook a few simple breakfast foods, to ascertain that her skills were still at an acceptable level of competence. She normally cooked only for herself, after all—it was the smart thing to make sure of.

(Being Hinata, this was more her own fears of incompetence than actually having lost any skill.)

Either way, whether she was being ridiculous or not, she was soon happily at work making pancakes and waffles. Sliced fruit, syrup and whipped cream were all neatly set out should anyone want to help themselves. Yei darted in and around her feet playing some game known only to kittens and trying to trip her up.

There were some days, she thought, amused, where it paid to be quick on your feet.

[Ooopen! Some SP likely ‘cause of that whole working-for-a-living thing but I am around!]

awakestheghosts

Chloe had tried watching something on the TV, but all of the fighting she knew was going on outside was keeping her sufficiently distracted. She got up from the couch and paced a little bit before she went to stand beside the winter. She hated that she couldn't do anything to help her friends and teachers that were out there. Her powers weren't exactly helpful and her fighting skills were nil. She couldn't call to talk to Tori or Derek or Simon because if they found out what was going on here right now would throw all of them into a panic.

So, she watched the giant lizard monster attacking the island and the people fighting and hoped that everyone got through this alive.

And destroyed that thing and its friends, too.

[[Open common room is open.]]

Current Mood: worried

bitten_notshy

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a ~~handwavey~~ email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't be too heartbroken to miss a week, circumstances being what they were.

"We're on act three this week," Jack announced. "No muffins, but there's probably left over cake from the party last night if you poke around enough. Tony will be here to direct in a moment."

[OOC: OCD on its way, Tony modded with permission.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin had been feeling adventurous when he came outside. But now it was dark, and spooky, and he was regretting his decision.

"I hope I don't get lost."

[Anyone want to mistake Robin for a wee tiny monster?]

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

The deck near the dorms was, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. The only thing that might have seemed even remotely out of place was the fact that there was a palomino horse (of course, of course) on the aforementioned deck. The horse wore a jaunty hat and seemed quite interested in the business section of the morning paper.

There was a cup of hot coffee next to him, but how he'd procured it and how he intended to drink it (if, indeed, he did intend to drink it) was a mystery.

[OOC: Edmund is Mister Ed and ~~open deck is open!~~ I've gone to bed, SP tonight! Deck's all yours.]

vanillajello

This morning, Kate had found out that repression only works well when you're not faced with having to go to a class taught by someone you're trying to repress about.

Which might explain why after breakfast, she'd grabbed some candy from her stash and made her way down to the rec room on the first floor, where she'd parked her ass on a couch and started playing a snowboarding game.

Yeah, she'd be right here until she had to go to Algren's class in 5th period.

[ooc: Open! I love that I have an icon for gaming and candy.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders.

Well, at least Hannibal hoped so on that last one. It'd be sad if he was left by his lonesome during cheerleading practice. After all, he was a fan of pretty girls (and guys) and the squad had that in droves.

Hannibal was perched in the bleachers for the time being, drinking some water and sprawling. He'd get to work soon.

Current Mood: satisfied

wantstocheer.livejournal.com

It was snowing again ~~though not SNOWPOCALYPSE~~ but luckily not as much as last time and the power was still on. It was still enough to keep a Texas girl from wanting to go outside though.

So Claire headed down to the common room and decided to bake some cookies. She had found hot cocoa in the cupboards too. Perfect way to spend a cold, snowy day as far as she was concerned.

[open common room is open]

intraspective

Really, she ought to be asleep despite the ridiculously early hour. A weekend spent with little sleep and using loads of energy meant by all rights that she should be dead to the world at the moment. Ino had spent about an hour after her last class staring up at the ceiling before giving that idea up for a lost cause and wandered out to the common room to see what she could find that was entertaining enough to keep her from getting bored.

Normally Ino wasn't much of one for movies, but poking around turned up The Continuous Tale and it looked interesting enough for her to stare at while she tried to convince herself to unwind enough to actually sleep. Score!

That decided on, she made popcorn (because if she was going to do this movie thing, she was going to do it right) and curled up on the couch, hitting play. And, okay, maybe snuggle into a blanket as well. That counted as part of the whole movie thing, right? Right?

It totally did. She could even be convinced to share, if asked nicely.

[Ooopen as a common room is, yes!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

So, it was December. That had been obvious enough when Alex had woken up to find his room littered with tiny Christmas trees. Never one to be all about Christmas, he'd rounded them up and shoved them in Griff's bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

Of course, coming down to the common room proved no better. There were Christmas trees here and there too and they made Alex scowl. He ignored them for the most part, only paying them attention to toss them off the couch so he could flop down and sprawl out. Now, he just needed to find something to watch that wasn't a Christmas movies.

Seriously, he didn't want to watch sappy love stories or old men learning suddenly having a change of heart all because they got haunted. Pass. The television wasn't being much help and he eventually settled on a stupid game show he'd watched before.

Well, now he'd spend his time irritated at stupid people and their inability to solve easy puzzles. Better than Christmas cheer.

[cr's open, of course!]

Current Mood: cynical

vanillajello

Today, Kate was still feeling extremely lazy, but had made it all the way down the hall and into the common room. Might as well make an attempt to be social, even if she mainly came there to do something about her craving for coffee.

While she waited for the coffee to be ready, she fiddled with her phone, messaging back and forth with her brother. They were currently in the process of coming up with some extremely colorful and insulting ways in which to describe a certain idiot teacher at his school.

It was making her smile.

[ooc: Oh so very open! Entertain me while I enjoy my last properly free night before two weeks of intense studying.]

likethegun

A few weeks ago, Sam had been worried about being involved in so many things. Now, he was grateful to have a variety of activities with which to distract himself, which was why he was at the gym so early setting out the mats and music for practice. Maybe if he didn't act like he was grieving, he could pretend there was nothing to grieve about.

trigons_child

Raven was still fairly floating from all the compliments and attention she had gotten last night, especially from Jono. She had discovered what the proverbial Cloud Nine was. Perhaps even Cloud Ten.

Right now she was curled up on a couch, more daydreaming than paying attention to what was on the TV, which seemed to involve something about lizards pretending to be people and stealing water and eating humans ~~and no remake was going to top Jane Balder as Diana, thank you very much~~.

[ooc: Open for all your fifth floor and/or loooove needs (she's also at the Samhain Celebration). I may disappear for an hour because my cats demand I go to the grocery store and get them treats, but other than that I should be around solidly for the afternoon/evening.]

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: V

furnaceface

Jono had gone out today and he'd spent money.

A stupid, ridiculous amount of money the likes of which he'd never spend again, but he had needed those extra clothes, and the rest was all about sanity.

Yes, the shiny brand-new candy-apple red Fender Strat that he was practically hugging off to the side of the roof where he'd actually managed to find an outlet for his amp. That was all about sanity.

So was taking it outside. Because he figured that people in the dorms would probably like to sleep as he tried to muddle out the chords for a few songs he'd been working on months and months back, before he... you know. Blew up.

They were very mid-90's grunge.

[Oh, the roof is so very open.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin had decided to try to make pizza. From scratch. He was doing okay before he was inspired to try hand tossed.

*FLOMP!*

There was now something that resembled a tiny beige ghost on the counter. "Ack!"

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Bored and hungry, Mirax had wandered out to the common room, where a short search of the kitchen led to finding a recipe, which in turn led to a trip into town to get supplies because once you saw something like that, you had to make it. You just had to.

It was almost done by now, so Mirax kept going to the fridge to check on it, like that would make it be done faster. There was TV on in the background for noise, but she had her priorities here and the TV wasn't it.

[So open! And now I want to make this.]

Current Mood: hungry

guardianborn.livejournal.com

One would think that after the bit on the beach with the nakedness and the staring, Rose would have learned to run far, far away from gremlins when they ventured near.

One would think.

Rose, however, was ~~special~~ too busy berating the gremlin for stealing her clothes in the first place to notice him coming closer, fangs bared.

Which was why shortly there after, Rose came rushing into the common room, her hair ~~fixed by little birdies~~ caught back in a ribbon and the long skirts of what looked like one of Morgana's dresses swirling about her ankles.

"Oh my! This is a terrible mess," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in front of her chest as she surveyed the Common Room. "We'd better clean it quickly before our little friends come home from the mines. They'll have had a long day's work, and they'll want their dinner."

A moment later, she was skipping around the room, wielding a duster and a mop and somehow managing to leave everything sparkly clean in her wake.It was probably the song that Rose was happily carolling that did it.

"Just whistle while you work
Put on that grin and start right in to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune
Just do your best and take a rest and sing yourself a song"

[OOC: It's been a Week. Crack is happy-making.]

vanillajello

Kate had slept late, and then spent most of the day reading and talking to her mother on the phone. It had been that sort of a day. But now she had finally wandered in to the common room in search of company, and was microwaving a pizza and drinking cranberry juice.

Listening to the radio the past few days had left her feeling slightly on edge, which meant that when her cellphone suddenly buzzed in her pocket to inform of a text message, it was no surprise that it actually made her jump. Unfortunately, it also made her spill the juice over the floor and down the front of her hoodie.

”Great. Just awesome,” she muttered, looking down at her clothes. There was no way she could pass the big red stain as a part of the print. And the hoodie had just been washed! Awesome, only not.

She sighed and put the glass down, before getting some paper and starting to clean up the juice from the floor.

[Ooopen, as common rooms are! Come freak out randomly over stains that vaguely resemble blood! Had to do a little coincidence echo of something from yesterday in the BDE.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin sat to the side, so no one would trip over him, singing.

He was giving serious thought as to whether or not he should stay in Fandom. He'd reached his limit on people not believing he was real. And then the cat food guy had kicked him off the roof. Literally kicked him off. It hadn't hurt, not physically. But there was only so much a frog could take.

[Open, but Emo Frog warning.]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

There were signs up around the dorms. Someone might find the one putting them up lugging a few, and hopping up with tape in order to get them at eye level. That individual was tiny, and green, and believe it or not, grumbling.

The signs had a copy of Robin's headshot on them and read:

I'M HERE, I'M REAL, GET USED TO IT! If only he had access to a megaphone.

[Open for anyone who wants to see the signs or catch Robin in the act.]

Current Mood: frustrated

icecoldfrost

Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]

Current Mood: amused

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

After classes, Layla settled down outside of her cabin and began making her own version of s'mores which involved a jar of marshmallow fluff, chocolate syrup and graham crackers.

As far as she was concerned it was just as tasty, had the required stickiness and as a bonus she didn't have to start a fire.

Score.

[Open Campfire is Open]

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Robin was very excited. There was a Muppet Show marathon on. He settled in with popcorn and soda for a night of reminiscing, and maybe turning some other folks on to the awesomeness that was his uncle.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had a box of donut holes and some coffee on the table in front of her. Some of the donuts smelled like maple syrup, but they tasted good which was all that really mattered.

The TV was already on when she came into the Common Room, and Rose didn't change the channel from The Mountie Show quite yet. The Mountie was cute, after all, and if he would just wise up and kiss his partner, maybe he'd relax a little. But if he didn't, at least he looked really good in that red uniform.

She lounged comfortably on the couch, typing an email with half her attention and watching the Mounties with the other half. Weeks without classes were seriously nice.

[HAPPY CANADA DAY! I want Timmy Ho's.]

glacial_queen

After talking magic and healing and herbs with Merlin and Lady Ghanima, Karla decided to hunt down that piano Ender had mentioned. Ever since her talk with Leto on the roof, she'd found herself missing her music lessons. The piano reminded her of home, of good times, when the only things she'd had to worry about was whether her parents had heard her sassing the Steward and if she could talk her tutor out of giving her chores for not doing her homework.

She sat down at the piano and checked the tuning. Still good, which was a relief, as it had been years since she'd last tried to tune a piano with Craft. And she hadn't been good at it then, either. Starting with warm-up exercises, Karla just let her fingers move across the keys, trying to remind them what playing felt like. In the beginning, she was fairly dreadful, as her fingers stumbled over themselves and she had to prod her brain into remembering what she was supposed to be doing. But eventually muscle memory--and regular memory--came back, and her playing evened out. She was no master pianist by any stretch of the imagination, but she could play with a minimum of missed notes. And what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for with a genuine love for the activity. Eventually, she called in the sheet music she'd bought at Groovy Tunes yesterday and began practicing some of the songs in the book, singing along once she was comfortable with the music.

...Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried...*

Kaeleer didn't have any special day set aside to honor one's parents. Still, even if Karla had known it was Father's Day, she wouldn't have done anything differently. She had bonded with her mother over Craft and being a Queen. She had bonded with her father over horses and pianos.

[mostly establishy, but open to people who don't mind SP. Song is "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen, one of my dad's favorite songs--though Karla's playing the Jonathan Coulton version because I prefer it.]

trigons_child

Raven had had a much more restful sleep that night, thanks in no small part to the strength Professor Anakin had added to her shields. And he hadn't thrown her out of the school for using her powers on Chuck, so that lightened her mood as well. (And she hadn't listened to the radio and heard herself referred to as having a weird kink about doors.) She decided to test her shielding by venturing into the common room. Someone had left the TV on, and she found herself mesmerized by what was on, a strange show featuring a scruffy madman who had somehow schemed to turn the woman he loved into a mummy. He was currently fondling her bandage-wrapped form while her sister debated how to rescue her.

[ooc: No, really, I checked TV Guide, that's what's on right now.]

Current Mood: grateful

glacial_queen

Karla was feeling moody. Maybe it was knowing that shes was moving out of that cabins and back to the dorms with a roommate she didn't know. Maybe it was homesickness, stirred by her booth at the Multi-Cultural Fair. Maybe it was knowing this next week was going to be filled with a lot of anxiety that few people could actually know about. Whatever it was, she was a mess of different emotions, most of them unpleasant.

And so, she did what any Kaeleeran Queen would do: she found a garden and started working on it. Queens needed a connection with the land; it soothed them, help them think, and, in return, they made the land healthier and stronger. It was a nice trade-off.

Today, however, Karla wasn't concerned about making the land better. She just wanted somewhere peaceful to work while she sorted through her odd jumble of emotions. So she spent the afternoon weeding, thinning, watering, and just basically getting good and mucky.

[Establishy but open]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

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