[identity profile] hoorayimrich.livejournal.com
When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.
[identity profile] leavingthenest.livejournal.com
Rapunzel was feeling pretty good this morning, and as part of that she was trying to get back into a regular routine. She'd gotten up early, tidied up her room, and almost immediately headed to the common room where she'd made a huge batch of muffins.

And now that said muffins were in the oven (and smelled positively delicious as they were baking!) Rapunzel had a moment to sit down and brush her hair. A few moments.

A lot of moments.

This could take a while.
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[personal profile] necroslacker
Sam wasn't really a fan of being up this early. He couldn't say what'd woken him up either. It hadn't been a nightmare because he remembered those vividly and it hadn't been a visit from Brooke or Ashley either. He'd just...woken up and hadn't been able to get back to sleep.

So, he'd ended up in the common room. He'd thought about cooking something but that way lay disaster and pain so he'd made himself a gourmet bowl of cereal (Captain Crunch to be specific) and flopped down on the couch. When he found Saturday morning cartoons on some channel, he felt like he was five again instead of pushing nineteen. Man, Ramon could never find out about this or he'd never live it down.

Cartoons were more entertaining than news shows and infomercials so Sam settled in to wake himself up (just because he was awake didn't mean he was awake) and hopefully get himself together enough to run some errands later.

Or maybe he'd just eat more cereal.

[CR's open for one and all]
[identity profile] perilless.livejournal.com
Words could not express how grateful Rosella felt that her mother had not caught wind of that ridiculous Three Minute Date event going on at the local tavern. Although Rosella was certain that Valanice wouldn't likely find many of the young men on the island date-worthy for a princess, she could hear her mother commenting on how the socialization would be good for her. But Rosella could think of fifty gazillion other things she'd rather be doing that didn't include dating.

One of those things was sword practice. She'd been lazy about keeping up with her exercises and she realized quickly that sword practice was much more fun when she didn't have her fencing master criticizing her every move. She'd spent a good deal of time working with various different practice swords, leaving a few dummies quite beaten and poked in her wake, and then she decided to really have some fun.

Hey, if the shovel hadn't been there to begin with, she wouldn't have thought to use it. But it was just as effective as a weapon as a sword.

No.

The shovel was better.


[[ open salle is open, of course! ]]
[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com
Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger sandwiches for everyone to nibble.

They hadn't known about the debate when they planned this, but really, it was a perfect companion event -- a little lower-key chance to polish their lines and make sure they'd connect with the voters.

Pasting on a smile, she stood near the front of the space and waited for potential voters to wander past.
[identity profile] annieadderall.livejournal.com
Annie had gone into the bathroom to try and wash some of the seemingly omnipresent glitter off her hands, and it was then that she noticed the sheet of white butcher block paper taped to one of the walls. After drying her hands and checking to make sure it wasn't covering up any of her fliers (it wasn't), she regarded it for a second, wondering what it was there for and who put it there.

Then she shrugged, reached into her purse, and wrote Vote for Annie!! with a heart next to it. You really shouldn't expect anything less from her.


[I HAD TO. You know what to do. Annie can be in there if you want to talk to her, or you can mod her out.]
[identity profile] inaskinnyway.livejournal.com
Susan knew that this place was much different than her own world- it still felt strange to think of it that way but she supposed that was the best way to put it- and she was determined to adapt as quickly as possible. The most glaring differences were the technological ones, and so she'd started there.

She'd quickly decided that anyone who took longer than five seconds to deduce what a light switch was for and how to work it was an idiot. With that accomplished, she moved on to the common room, testing out whatever it was she didn't immediately recognize and see if she couldn't figure it out. To her surprise, it hadn't been difficult to work anything. It was almost as if she already knew how to turn these things on and make them go, which she knew was ridiculous. She'd never seen these devices before, so there was no way that she would know how to operate them, and therefore they just had to be simple to operate.
The only thing that was causing any trouble at all was the television. Susan knew that pushing the button would make it turn on, and she'd figured out that pushing these other buttons would make whatever was on the screen change. Of course, anyone coming into the room would find her doing so by standing next to the television and making the channels change that way. She was already deciding everything on this thing was drivel. There would never be any reason to learn to use the remote.

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