[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River had only one class today and it was in the morning. After that she had returned to her room and dragged a rather reluctant tentacled monster down the stairs, having decided that Berthold needed to get out more. The monster hadn't quite seemed to agree and had struggled at first, but after the first stair he had resigned to his fate and just clung to his blanket.

Now Berthold lay on the ground next to River, almost completely hidden under his blanket, chewing on a T-shirt that he had somehow found on the way down the stairs. River lay on her back, arms outstretched to the sides and staring up at the sky, humming happily to herself.

[Open. Talk to River and/or Berthold]
[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
Off on the third floor of Sunset Towers, beside Lake Michigan, in Westingtown, Wisconson, socialite and party planner extrodinair Grace Windsor Wexler might have felt a strange, sudden pang of pride for her youngest daughter.

Turtle had prepared the common room for Tannim's birthday party with a discretely tasteful collection of decorations, a snack spread perfect of any event of this sort, and a great selection of bad, cheesy horror films. Now it was just a matter of people arriving to enjoy it, especially the birthday boy.

Oh, and one other thing, in light of the recent academic of wee-tiny adults. She placed a sign outside the common room:

Tannim Drake's Birthday Party! Here!
Food, fun, and bad horror movies!

(Sponsered by Turtle & Canary, for all your shopping needs)
These movies are too scary for little kids!
No one under the age of twelve admitted!


And, being only a two years (and eleven months) shy of twelve herself, she knew that was just asking for the kids to flock. So she hired out the big Mexican kid to act as bouncer.



[[ yay, birthday! Please wait for OCD ROCK ON! ]]
[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette stood staring down at the mess she created. Between her bed and just outside her open door and into the hallway, the floor was littered with clothes, left over valentine candy, odds and ends of this that and the other that she didn't want anymore. Currently? She was trying to make some sort of order of the chaos she created by shoving stuff into a few boxes she'd found.

Just outside her room, she placed her hands on her hips and frowned down at everything. She had too much stuff. Stuff was everywhere. She just needed to get rid of all of it but was not sure exactly how to do it. And she was tired of looking at it all.

She kicked a shoe down the hallway. She'd lost the one that went with it during Spy Tech when she'd almost blown herself up. Okay, she might have almost blown Jake up too. "Stupid shoe." Then she kicked an empty box just cause it felt good to kick something. "Stupid box." Falling to the floor  in the hall, she rolled over on a pile of clothes and turned on her ipod shoving the earplugs in her ears. Pulling the little rubber ball from her front jeans pocket, she began tossing it in the air above her, seeing how high she could get it to the ceiling.

(ooc: open for whatever!)

[identity profile] tricksy-spy.livejournal.com
Aly had woken up very, very hungry.  And she didn't want to wake up Mommy.  That would be bad. 

So instead she was very, very sneaky - she was going to be a spy after all and Daddy said she could be pretty too! - and crept out of the room until she found one of the big rooms with food in there.   She was awfully disappointed not to see Bridge making 'paghetti this time or Auntie Parkie with food though.

But there was food in the cupboards.  She knew it.  And that was why there was a weetiny blond girl carefully scaling the counter to get to the top cupboards where she just knew the good food was kept.


[OOC: Open, of course!]
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
The second floor common room looked more like nap time at a pre-school than the coolest common room in the dorms. That would be because there were blankets, pillows, the cushions from the couches and some foam pads set out around the room, forming comfy nests for wee tiny people to curl up in and sleep.

Jack - who was still wearing his kitty ears and had whiskers drawn on his cheeks - was there to tuck Emma in, but he'd be happy to do the same for any wee tiny people who wanted to spend the night.

[ooc: open of course, for wee tinies and others!]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack had slept in, which surprised him, because he hadn't expected to fall asleep at all. Having Sam and Cedric inside him NOT DIRTY! had kept him warm, must have been enough to lull him to sleep.

They'd been reluctant to let him go to class, and if it had been anyone's but the Doctor's he wouldn't have bothered. But it was, and he didn't want to miss it.

So now he was walking to Survival Tactics. Slowly, because sleep or not, he was cold, exhausted and trying not to walk through things. And occasionally getting distracted by the fact that he could see the floor through his feet.

[ooc: Jack's here for a couple of people, and a shadow, but open!]
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack had been wandering aimlessly for most of the afternoon, until his wanderings took him past the gun range.

An evening spent shooting suddenly seemed incredibly attractive.

Anyone else who's wanderings led them into the range would find Jack methodically emptying clip after clip into a series of targets.

[ooc: Jack's primarily here for Sam, and I have to go AFK in a couple of hours, but open to all!]
[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com
Not having had any classes today, Archie has spent most of it . . . well, in his room as usual. He does, however, have the Tick's Advanced Criminal Justice course first thing in the morning, and he's determined to do better than he did last term.

So he's sitting in the lobby going over his notes from last term, a large carafe of coffee and a plate of *fingerwiggle* buttery crumpets muffins on hand. He'd be willing to share with anyone who happens to wander by, of course.
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bored, bored, bored.

Having been holed up in his room all day working on a project, the meet-and-greet had totally slipped Bridge's mind.

So here he was, wandering in to the common room and finding it empty.

Flopping down on a couch, he proceeds to play "rock, paper, scissors". Against... himself.

[ooc: open for anyone! new people too!]
[identity profile] notstakedyet.livejournal.com
As the second floor common room was too busy, Angel, Logan, and a party hat wearing Sean made their way to the third floor common room. Finding no other posts about it it empty, Angel put his box down on one of the tables. "Um, you wanna pick? I could put the popcorn in the microwave."

[ooc: Open to anybody who wants to join the boys in a martial arts movie marathon. Or just join the boys.]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker is making posters for her run for junior class representative. She's hoping some of the other StuCo members will come in, so she can talk about it with them. Meanwhile, she's also making this:

Angel for Senior Class Rep!
C'mon, you know you want to
tell him what to do!

VOTE for ANGEL!

Scarily Focused, Now Souled

Her own say:

Parker for Junior Class Representative

Competent Bitch
Enough Said

VOTE!

Feel free to interrupt her, or change the channel.
[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com
Marty has put "It's a Wonderful Life" on TV and has set about working through his current emo issues by trying to make every single gourmet grilled sandwich recipe from the book that Cally had given him.

Including the recipes that require the stinky cheeses.

Hopefully his new George Foreman grill wouldn't start talking to him.
[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com
After receiving orders from Officer Tyler, Bridge and John are on patrol for any potental mischief that might be occurring in and around the halls of Fandom High's dorms. Looking in nooks, crannies, kicking away dust bunnies and helping little old ladies across the street, no stone is left unturned in their pursuit of mischief.

A stirring in the bushes?
A snap of a twig?
A groaning in a dorm room...okay, so maybe they weren't going to check that out.

But, beware mischief, you're hunted prey now!

[Come mischief hunting!]

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