[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
It was days like this, Angela was really glad they actually didn't have a team to cheer for at this school. They'd most likely have to cheer outside at some point if they did, and God it was cold out there at the moment. Enough to put her off.

Here now at least it was heated, there was the usual loud peppy music and water set out already before she started pulling out mats. More her sort of thing, definitely.
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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.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

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

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

[[OOC: Please Wait For OCD A Go!]]
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
Over the weekend, the NPC construction staff had installed all the plumbing that was needed for the various things being installed and were just finishing up some preliminary wiring when Fraser and the students arrived.

"As you can see, we're just about ready to start transforming this floor into something that resembles the other floors in the building. The construction staff are doing some wiring work so your job for today is to complete some minor yet important tasks. Screwing in the protective coverings of wall sockets and light switches, touching up the paint around the trim, checking to make sure all the plumbing works, making certain that everything will be accessible as the walls are standing now and to begin moving materials for the next phase from the ground floor up here."

See, not too hard, right?

"Safety first and remember not to put your fingers in wall sockets. That will not be pleasant."

At all.

Sixth Floor, Wednesday

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 11:45 am
[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com
Things were moving smoothly with the renovation of the sixth floor. "Today we're finishing up the framing. Over the next few days the real construction workers will be installing all the plumbing, so we've gotta be done by the time we leave today."

He pointed at the pile of hard hats and safety equipment. "Safety first."
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
Fraser was back up on the sixth floor today, chatting with some of the construction crew as the students filed in. Once everyone had arrived, he sent the worker on his way and turned to the students.

"Welcome back," he said, smiling at them. "We're going to continue with the framing process today. It's a lengthy process considering we've got a lot of rooms to frame before we actually start with any of the interiors. Therefore, please wear your hard hats and your tool belts. Work together, lift with your knees and ask for help should you need it."

He gestured to the equipment table and watched all the students get to work.
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
All things considered, not much had gotten done last Wednesday. Everyone seemed to have a lot of other things on their mind and Fraser couldn't necessarily fault them since he'd been thinking the same thing. The framing of the sixth floor had gotten somewhere thanks in part to an NPC staff of workers who seemed to have dealt with hormones quite well.

"Good morning," Fraser said, nodding. "I hope we are all feeling a bit...better. We're going to continue the work on the walls since we lost a few days to things." Things, yes. "NPC construction has started things out so you'll just be helping with what's been set up and what needs to be set up. This definitely requires a hard hat and a tool belt. Safety first."

Fraser hoped they took that into account last week too.

"Please get to work," he said, gesturing to the walls. "Thank you."

Sixth Floor, Wednesday

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 11:14 pm
[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com
The drawings were handwavily there and the wood delivery was on time. Since Monday, the NPC construction team had set up the chalk lines and prepared the area where the walls were going up to help the novices get things done.

When it seemed everyone who was coming had managed to show up, Ronon started talking, looking way too good in his leather pants and tight vest. He'd rejected the hard hat for now and had his dreads tied back with a large band. "Okay, today we're framing out and setting up some interior walls."

He went into extreme detail explaining and showing how this was done, and by the end was sure the heat was on somewhere because that slight sheen of sweat was not from exertion. "Some of the pieces are more awkward to hold and nail into place, so help each other out or call me over if you need."
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
It was a brand new month and, while he was still feeling slightly under the weather, Fraser was feeling better than he had all last week. A weekend of rest was very helpful.

"Good morning," he said once the crew had assembled. "We've completed the ripping out of the carpeting. Thank you for all your help. Now, of course, we're going to prep for both the new tile and carpeting to be laid. That requires the floor underneath to be cleaned and the carpeting and tile to be hauled from the ground floor to the sixth floor. Be careful, work in pairs, and work at your own pace. Once the floor is prepped and the materials are here, we'll begin laying the new floor."

Fraser gave them all a nod and gestured for them to get to work.
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
Fraser still wasn't feeling his best but he was determined to be at the project site since he'd missed his usual day on Monday due to the holiday. The carpet was still in the process of being ripped up but Fraser was pleased at the progress they were making.

"Good morning," he said, smiling at everyone who'd arrived. "We're going to be completing the carpet removal today. Unfortunately, we've found some...mud underneath certain areas so please watch your feet and...hands and pants and everything. Mud won't hurt you, of course, but it will certainly dirty your clothes. If you do not want to rip up the carpet, please make your way into every empty room, checking for abnormalities on the walls, floors and ceiling. Look for water damage, mold, anything like that."

And probably mud.

"Please wear your safety equipment," he added, "and be safe."
[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com
"Hope you guys enjoyed your day off Monday," Ronon announced, looking like a tool with a hard hat perched jauntily atop his dreads. "We didn't get as far as we'd hoped last week, so today we're attacking the carpet. This stuff hasn't been cleaned in years, so wear a mask and stab any creatures lurking underneath with your utility knife." Or a nice hunting blade if you were a Satedan.

"So, get your safety gear and get going." This was his concerned face.
[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com
It was early, so there were kids to supervise in the severely slow process of renovation work. "You guys know what to do. Once we get all this junk hauled away, we'll start ripping up the old carpet under your feet right now. That means hard hats and masks. No complaining you can't breathe later."

There had to be something else. Finally Ronon added, "And if you need somethin' talk to the Constable."
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
Bright and early, Fraser was back up on the sixth floor, already decked out in his snazzy hard hat. It fit his head much better than it fit his fellow supervisors.

"Good morning," he greeted those that had arrived. "As you can see, the wall is almost completely down and, luckily, there doesn't appear to be anything behind it but what the remnants of what once was the rest of the sixth floor. Before we push through, we're going to clean up the debris we've left behind when we took down the wall. There are wheelbarrows here to haul parts of the wall away. Please be careful as you do this. You're also welcome to take down the remaining parts of the wall to make our passage easier."

Fraser walked over to a long table and patted the hard hats and tool belts. "Please be safe. Wearing your equipment is mandatory. Once you're equipped, please get to work and find myself or Professor Dex if you need anything."
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
The huge wall that separated the sixth floor that everyone could from, well, the unknown was still up though it was still a little battered. Professor Dex and the students had done a very good job of starting in on the demolition. Today was, of course, about continuing that.

"Good morning," he greeted. "Please don your hard hats and continue working on the wall. We're trying to prevent the use of explosives so it might take us a little longer than usual. All the tools are provided and safety is the top issue."

He nodded at said tools.

"Take breaks when you need them and help each other out if the need arises. Come find myself or Professor Dex should you need any further help."

With that, he nodded and sent them off to work.
[identity profile] satedan-soldier.livejournal.com
Day two of the summer project found Ronon in charge of explaining some thing. Never a good sign. "Okay guys, today you need a hard hat and a mask. See this wall?" He pointed. It was a large, thick wall. "We're going through it. Get yourself a sledgehammer and get to work."

Okay, so maybe there wasn't much explanation given.
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
It was the first day of the summer semester and, like previous summers, it was time to kick off the senior project. This time, it was a little different. All seniors who had decided to work on the senior project had been notified handwavily to report to the sixth floor of the dorms. Upon arriving, they'd find a floor that looked generously smaller than most other floors and a big giant wall.

Fraser himself was wearing a hard hat and grinning.

"Good morning," Fraser said, nodding, "and welcome to this summer's senior project. I don't know how many of you have been up here but, if you haven't, welcome to the sixth floor. Once, this floor matched all the floors below it. Then, we had a situation were the sixth floor was pretty much destroyed. We're going to fix that. The sixth floor is going to be renovated and rebuilt. First of all, we need to do some cleanup and this wall needs to come down to see what's behind it. We're not going to worry about that today. Today, I want you all to go into the remaining open rooms and clean them. That means debris on the floor, on the walls, anywhere. We need this area to be clean before we began heavy construction."

He nodded towards the cleaning supplies and hard hats.

"This project is going to be run by myself and Professor Dex so, if you have questions, please see one of us. Yes, we do have plans for what's going up here but we'll reveal those in due time. The blueprints are still being drawn up so consider it a surprise for now."

With that said, Fraser tucked his hands behind his back and grinned.

"It's time to get to work."

[This is the senior project for those staying the summer but ANYONE is allowed to help if they'd like!]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal no longer felt the need to spew everything single thing that popped into his head and, for that, he counted himself lucky. He thought about what he had said as he went about setting the gym up for cheerleading practice.

It hadn't been too bad, all things considered, but he hated feeling like he didn't have a choice in confessing feelings to someone. Too late for regrets now. At least she hadn't smacked him.
[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com
The power outage and all hadn't done anything to dampen Kaylee's spirits. Sure, she was cold, but hey, that just meant she was in cozy sweats (and a couple layers of them) rather than the wee shorts she'd been sporting last week. And sure, it was a little dim, but they were cheerleaders, dammit! They could practice even if they had to do it by flashlight and lantern! (Which, yeah, Kaylee had set up a few of those, just in case it got too dark.)

There were also mats, and bottled water and snacks. Just because the power was out didn't mean practice was canceled.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah was cheerfully bouncing around as she set everything up for practice.

The mats were pulled out and there was a table of healthy snacks and caffeine -- along with bottled water.

Once everything was set up to her liking, she started stretching out.


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

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

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


[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up! Have at it.]]
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[personal profile] sith_happened
A slightly gremlin-bit Anakin Skywalker, dressed in a way-too-tight jumpsuit, strode out onto the school lawn.

He stroked his--sadly, invisible--mustache and called out, "Cher? Honey? We're going to be late!"

This was going to be so very bad.

[OOC: Open like a thing that should be recorded by many, many people.]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all once as the OCD is up!

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