fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with ron weasley

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

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

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

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

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

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

[So, so open.]

raspberryturk

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

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

( Cranky Redheads are Cranky )

[Preplayed with

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

isourking.livejournal.com

In between bites from a giant sized bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, Ron would be seen smashing the keypad of the remote in an effort to find something decent to watch.

Eventually he settled on the BBC and watched in horror as two British women attempted to clean what had to be the most disgustingly dirty house he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell. That's actually someone's carpet?"

Perhaps eating food while watching this show was a bad idea.

[open]

isourking.livejournal.com

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

[Open. Bored. Entertainment plz.]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella found a letter from Char in her mail, so she was happily rereading it after she stoked a small campfire and set some bread borrowed from her class near it to toast.

It sounded like Ayortha was dreadfully dull. She'd have to write a good letter, then, to cheer him up. She drafted a reply in her head as she waited for her meal to be ready.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Blair's thread is after any others chronologically.]

raspberryturk

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

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

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

He could live with that.

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

raspberryturk

In the quest to find someplace that was spacious enough for the gaggle of children that happened to be following Reno about, Reno had decided to hit the roof with his own spawn. It was big, there was a view, and at present, it promised to be at least a little quiet.

Reno had also insisted that he make a run for breakfast before heading up there, and had possibly gone a little overboard, returning with about every breakfast food under the sun, and possibly a good deal of food that wasn't breakfast-oriented, either.

There was no way that the kids were going to be able to eat it all. That didn't bother Reno any. Meant there was more food around for later. Food was an important commodity when there were kids about. He was certain of it.

Now if only the weird one would stop trying to teach the scrambled eggs to dance. They weren't that overdone.

[Posted for a couple in particular, but totally open for kids, posse members, frustrated parents- Reno really, really overdid it on the food.]

isourking.livejournal.com

With no classes until Friday, Ron was taking advantage of his free time by watching TV and wondering if there was a way that Lupin could watch this show in England. No doubt he needed a good laugh.

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

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

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

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

withoutverona

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

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

It had been a very strange week.

isourking.livejournal.com

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

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

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

[ooc: Open for mocking]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara had a whole bunch of packets of "gourmet" and flavoured hot chocolate.

And a whole lot of almost-boiling water.

There was, perhaps, going to be a taste testing in a few minutes.

raspberryturk

The order of the evening was bacon, mushroom, and class-assignment eggbaby omelets.

Reno was making them in the third-floor common room. He figured, the farther down the floors he went, the better a chance he had of letting the smell waft up to floors higher up to make eggbaby parents regret not eating their assignments, too.

There was really only one eggbaby going into the omelet, of course, because letting everyone else run around like idiots taking care of chicken eggs was too damn amusing to interrupt, but he had brought along another couple dozen actual eggs, and there was plenty of late-night omelet to go around.

All things considered, children happened to taste pretty good.

isourking.livejournal.com

After realizing that the most insane person in the world is teaching his so-called criminal justice class, Ron decided that if wanted to truly become an Auror someday that he needed to do addtional research.

Which is why he's watching reruns of Crime and Punishment. Because that's about as much "research" he's able to force himself to do.

That and the "Doink-Doink" transition sound is hypnotic.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

This was a pretty bizarre phenomenon. Chad was up by noonish, when he didn't have to be. But the place seemed so dead during the holiday break that the quiet seemed to live as its own entity that kept him from being the usual dead log he was through these breaks. It was unsettling, and staying in his room only made it worse. He went to the common room, grabbed something to eat and can of vegetable juice to drink before taking over the couch, guitar in his lap, softly playing some nice, drawling Spanish chords. He hoped the sound of the music would maybe draw people out. If not, if they weren't conflicted with the Silence Sleeping Disorder that he was, well, then, at least he'd get in some practise, as well as think about the fact that new kids were coming in soon. He could start his new band soon maybe...

[[ open as common rooms be! I might disappear for shopping, but not for a bit. Also, my espresso percolator broke yesterday! I had to make my coffee the conventional way! THE HORROR! *chugs anyway* ]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

As volunteered, Turtle went up to set up the coffee cart for StuCo in the third floor common room for the evening. She prided herself in the excellent set-up for gross coffee from the Perk, lots of treats from J,GoB, all of them served on Westing Paper Products from...well, Turtle & Canary, of course. Once she was sure everything was perfect for people to come get as they stayed up studying for the remainder of their final, she settled on the couch and fired up the VCR.

What? Feminism was tomorrow. She had to catch up on some Bea Arthur stuff, so this was totally studying.

[[ open, of course, and brought to you by StuCo (TM) ]]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Yesterday, there had been a chimp on the second floor. Today, a llama watching the Food Network on the fourth. The remote control was on the table, along with a bowl of popcorn. The pile of clothes was hidden in a kitchen cupboard this time. The llama was very distractable.

[open!]

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron is relaxing and watching BBC America. He's not sure what the show is exactly but it involves some weird British guy who flies around the universe in telephone booth.

"Seriously," Ron said rolling his eyes. "Muggles will watch anything."

That of course doesn't stop him from continuing to watch the show.

[ooc:open]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

No, Dawn wasn't going home for Thanksgiving, and no, she didn't really want to discuss it. What she was doing instead involved a number of recipes she'd pulled off the internet, a bunch of ingredients that might or might not match the recipes by the time she was done with them, and a mess she was going to have to clean off the counters and floor once she was finished.

Pumpkin chocolate chip oreo cheesecake, anyone?

[ooc: Open! Dawn's got the stuff for side dishes and desserts for Thanksgiving. Go as traditional or weird as you want.]

isourking.livejournal.com

Ron has been sitting in front of the TV for quite some time now. He seems to be entranced with a television show that deals with Aurors but in a muggle variety. They also seem to be obsessed with SUV's.

And there's a "DOINK DOINK" sound that keeps happening that appears to have some sort of hypnotic quality.

[Open like a common room]

isourking.livejournal.com

Having "mastered" the remote control, Ron went forth into the common room and became even more daring by figuring out how the vending machines worked.

Plopping down in front of the television with his newfound love (pop tarts) Ron successfully managed to get the TV on by mashing a bunch of buttons and then somehow ending up watch "Wendy the Werewolf Stalker".

This muggle stuff? Piece o' cake.

[open of course]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke was in the common room surrounded by the ingredients to make sand cookies--and his cakensmoosher in case things got out of hand--frantically searching for the piece of flimsiplast that had the recipe on it.

He and Jo had a date to make cookies.

And Luke couldn't cook.

This shouldn't be a disaster. Really.

Artoo was in the corner with his video running. Artoo was an evil, evil droid.

Brightly Wound - Eisley

Current Mood: creative

isourking.livejournal.com

After putting off homework as long as possible, Ron figured he could push it even further by investigating the common room and trying to figure out this Tee-Vee thing he'd heard about.

After finding the remote and smashing several buttons, Ron managed to turn on the TV to find two sportscasters on.

"Hi. I'm Casey McCall and this is Dan Rydell. Welcome to Sports Night."

Ron blinked at the Tee-Vee. "Well, it's nice to meet you Dan and Casey. I'm Ron."

"Tonight on Sports Night we're going to take a look back at the US Open."

"Would you mind giving an update on England's Quidditch teams?" Ron asked politely. "I don't get the Daily Prophet here and-"

"And then later we'll go over the scores from today's college football games," the Tee-Vee continued.

"Could you at least give me the standing for the Chudley Cannons?" Ron begged.

"But first a word from our sponsor."

"Bloody hell, can't you hear me?"

[open]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Fandom High Dormitories

Entries tagged with ron weasley

Main Campfire, Monday, After Classes

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

Lupus Campfire: Late Evening

Lupus Campfire, Monday afternoon

Lupus Campfire, Monday Afternoon

The Roof of the Dorms, Sunday Morning

Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

Fifth floor common room, Wednesday night

5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

Around Campus: Monday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room; Thursday, Noonish.

Third Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening.

Fourth floor common room, evening

Third Floor Common Room: Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Sunday Evening

Third Floor Common Room: Morning

Third floor common room [after classes]

Third Floor Common Room: Evening

Party on the roof, Dorm roof, Friday night

Fandom High RPG

Tags