fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with rosemarie hathaway

guardian-god.livejournal.com

If there was something Dimitri was good at when it came to camping, it was building a decent fire. He could even manage the part about sitting and staring at the fire while his mind churned through all the things he wasn't supposed to be worrying about. It wasn't emo, guardians didn't get emo, it was more an unfortunate awareness.

Clearly this was why God invented campfire food. And why Dimitri had gathered a pile of sticks and a bag of marshmallows.

In a week everything would be different. Back to a normal he didn't want to remember where his heightened senses would be of better use than determining just when his marshmallow was cooked to perfection. And a normal where he wouldn't allow himself to remember where he'd learned this particular method of burning marshmallows.

Dimitri sniffed the air. Acquired tastes be damned, his marshmallow was burnt as hell.

[Open like a campfire!]

Current Mood: thinky

guardianborn.livejournal.com

For once Rose didn't feel like being outside - something about the humidity or the thunderstorms or whatever. She didn't feel like being in her room which still felt too empty without Morgana there either so she found herself down in the common room with the music turned up loudly.

Even better, in the refrigerator, there was a tube of chocolate chip dough. Rose eyed it warily. Should it be eaten with a spoon or should she try to make cookies? The oven was on and a cookie sheet was out, but the possibility of ruined cookies was high once they actually went in the oven. Difficult choices for a Monday afternoon.

Current Mood: apathetic

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The television wasn't the reason why Kyle was in the common room. The lighting was better in here and he had a hole in his shoe that he was trying to fix. There was a pair of pants hung over one of the couch arms with a tear in it that needed fixing too, but that would come next.

Or would have, if the guy in the TV didn't start talking to him.

"Hey. Hey buddy. What are you doing?"

At first, he figured it was a show.

"Yeah, kid with the shoes. I'm talking to you!"

Kyle looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

"You're a TV. You're not supposed to talk to me."

"Says you. Get a haircut."

"There's nothing wrong with my hair."

"You look like a hippie. Who lets their hair grow that long? Hippies, that's who."

Kyle didn't know what a hippie was, so he just stared for a while, wondering if he should have eaten that cheese at the back of the fridge.

[OOC: Open CR is open! The TV is totally moddable and will insult you if you talk to it, but only until midnight Fandom time!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

The cabins were starting to get to Alex. Sure, he and Griff often got into fistfights or bitch fights or any other type of fights but he'd only had to deal with one person when he was in a pissy mood. And Griff wasn't one to nag or be nosy so it'd been a copacetic situation.

Now, just to stop feeling like the walls were closing in on him, Alex had bolted out of his cabin and towards the campfire with the intention of smoking enough cigarettes to calm himself down. His mood was just fine, for once, but he was not built for cabin living.

At least the sun was going down and taking the temperature with it. Alex found a spot near the campfire, relaxed back against a log and stretched out, already lighting up a smoke and taking advantage of being outside to indulge in his favorite vice.

See, he already felt better.

[Campfire's hasn't lost that lovin' feelin' but it definitely has that open feelin'!]

Current Mood: restless

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jake had been up early. Freakishly early and he'd taken the time to just run around the preserve, letting his wolf instinct take over to clear his mind. Whether it'd helped was another question as he was now lounging (shirtless) in one of the chairs on the deck with his bare feet propped up on the railing. He was toying with his mobile and finally started typing up a text.

Why did you let the leech come here?

It didn't take long and Jake guessed that Bella must have fallen out of bed.

Bella: Don't call them that. Who are you talking about?
Jake: The tiny one. Alice. Why's she here?
Bella: She isn't there. What are you talking about?

Huh. He stared at the lit up screen, trying to wrap his brain around it. His mobile beeped once more and he automatically pressed to read the next text.

Bella: Can we talk? I miss you.

He wished she wouldn't and he sent her a two letter reply before flipping his mobile off, aware that he was being a jerk. That he was breaking promises, but there was no point in talking. She'd made her choices.

... Now what the hell was that freakish scent that was hanging all around the grounds?

[Sorry, Toothless. Open deck is open. He'll welcome the distraction.]

Current Mood: irate

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

The Second Floor Common Room was no more. The entire area was now a mish-mash of pillows, chairs, blankets and couches. King Edmund had a cardboard crown on his head. He surveyed his creation and nodded in satisfaction.

Now he just needed some subjects to rule! Or, more likely, someone to tell him where to shove his kingliness.

[OOC: BLANKET FORT.]

bitten_notshy

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Trouble with being six, rather than sixteen, was always going to start with the size problem. Mostly the height problem. Everything good always seemed to be kept just out of reach of small hands, and that included a decent breakfast.

Effy didn't really want to starve, but at the same time, there wasn't exactly anyone around to do it all for her.

So she was going to stand and stare up at the higher cupboards, like maybe she could make them relinquish the food in there with just the power of her mind.

Clearly it wasn't going very well.

[[open common room!]]

Current Mood: contemplative

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The TV was blaring some infomercial about some stupid egg-cracking device because apparently cracking eggs was too hard for people.

Kyle, however, wasn't paying much attention to it. He was very, very wired from too much caffeine today and as such was highly strung and focusing on constructing a small town that looked a lot like Fandom (only with primary colors) with some Lego blocks he'd found in one of the storage closets.

There was room on the floor for plenty more buildings though.

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

bitten_notshy

Jack had arranged his week to have a three-day weekend for ease of travel back and forth to Baltimore. Of course, now that he wasn't visiting Baltimore so much, it meant he had a long chunk of dead time at the end of every week. It bothered him.

Today, he was trying to fill that time in the common room. There was some rerun on the television -- a wacky doctor show, full of adults acting like children in ways intended to be humorous -- but Jack's attention was on a chess board he'd pried free from the back of the storage shelves. He didn't play chess regularly, but he was decent enough to find it a good mental exercise.

He was playing himself. Right now, the black side seemed to be winning, but Jack saw a way for his white pieces to regain their advantage.

[OOC: Open common room, natch.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

When Alex woke up, he'd been wet and cold. For a second, he thought he'd gotten drunk and passed out outside somewhere but that theory didn't last long. No, he'd quickly discovered there was some fucking thunderstorm happening above his head (and only above his head) that followed him around. As the storm continued, Alex had gotten more angry which had caused hail.

All right, so getting angry hadn't been the best of ideas so now, after forcing himself to calm down and into a mood that was half his regular misery and half mellow. It still meant things like occasional rain showers and a gusty breeze but he'd dressed warmer and stuck a hat on his head to deal with it.

So, that was where he was at now with this strangeness. He'd taken his storm down to the common room and flopped down on one of the couches, feet up and hands behind his head. There was nothing on television but it was on anyway while Alex tried to quietly read a book. Every so often, he checked his phone before going back to his book.

[cr is open and stormy!]

Current Mood: cranky

icecoldfrost

Once again, Emma had taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while people got ready. She was 'helped' in all this by a terrier puppy who was running around, supervising all the details.

After all, so many of the people at Fandom were completely hopeless when it came to things like this. It was her civic duty to try and at least prevent people from embarrassing themselves.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms! No, no boys allowed (EXCEPT THE AUTHORIZED CRASHER WHO KNOWS WHO HE IS). If you seriously annoy Emma, she will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night. ETA: UP. FINALLY. I'm around on SP until 6CST, and then AFK until 11ish.]

sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com

Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.

He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract ~~cute girls~~ people to common rooms?"

Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose hadn't found herself in Common Rooms all that much recently, but tonight she had a stack of magazines, leftover Easter candy, and Paperboys ~~Newsies~~ on the television.

There was nothing bad about that. The singing and dancing was completely dorky, but she and Lissa had watched the movie so many times as kids that Rose knew every word.

...okay, that was totally dorky. But she also had the magazines and was flipping through them to get ideas for Prom dresses. So what if it was at the end of the week. There was plenty of time. Plenty.

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Really, it was way too fucking nice to smoke in his room tonight. And honestly, he'd been spending so much time in there, trying to let his bruises heal that he was sick of it. He felt fine, it was warm and he hadn't been up to the roof in awhile. It was the perfect day to do that.

So, after pushing onto the roof, he had a cigarette lit almost immediately before hopping up on the roof's ledge and laying flat on his back, letting the setting sun warm his face. He almost felt relaxed. It'd been a shitty month so far save for a few things but sometimes it was just nice to get some fresh air.

Cigarette smoke notwithstanding.

[nice day is nice! roof is open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen took Kianah to the common room where the wee one would have a bit more room to run around like the 3 inch tall crazy fennec fox she was. It was amusing to watch her dash around, investigating everything and then periodically throw herself to the ground and rest before jumping up and dashing around again.

The TV was on, but Helen honestly wasn't paying much attention to it and wouldn't care if someone wanted to change it to something else.

bitten_notshy

Jack Dawson had found Rose, which was the kind of good that went beyond words like good and well into what might be termed the supercalifragelisticexpialidocious territory. He still wasn't sure about this place -- the time travel stuff was just freaking strange -- but the people seemed like they'd be good people to be around, mostly. Nobody except Cal had been snotty to him. And of course, Rose was there. Nothing could go too bad when Rose was around. Maybe he could get a job and stick around until he saved up enough money to get up to New York.

But all of that was for later.

For now, he sat at one of the tables outside the dormitory building, half-smoked cigarette clenched between his teeth as he enjoyed the sunshine and sketched anything that caught his eye. It wasn't serious artwork, but it helped to pass the time.

[OOc: Open patio, natch.]

Current Mood: cheerful

guardianborn.livejournal.com

It was sunny out, and the cold felt more like nearly spring to Rose than the middle of winter. And it was sunny out which is what she was really looking for. Sure, it'd be sunny all next week in the Bahamas and maybe she should spend her time packing instead, but the sun now was the point.

She stretched out on one of deck chairs, feeling the sun on her face. She was trying not to think about anything. Definitely not the past few weeks, definitely not wondering how it'd be to go back to living completely nocturnally again once she returned to Lissa, and definitely not what was going to happen with whatever understanding she and Dimitri had reached over the past few days.

Except as happened so often, between not actually doing anything and trying not to think about things, Rose found herself pondering all of them and paying less attention to the warm sun. She so needed to get up and find a distraction.

[OOC: Deck, open, no roof, all that, yes]

glacial_queen

Karla figured that she really out to try watching these Olympics things, now that she had a reason to care what was happening. She should probably figure out what 'curling' was, for example. Same thing for the 'luge.'

When she turned on the teevee, her attention was immediately grabbed by the ice dancing. Between this and hockey, Karla decided she could really get behind the Olympics. They kind of reminded her of home.

[Open, though will probably be slow.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Two very simple and important facts: Rose was back in Fandom, and Rose had had a rough trip. The really bad kind of rough trip, it sounded like, from what she'd said on the phone.

Elena didn't know the specifics yet. She didn't need to. Not until Rose wanted to tell her.

In the meantime, there was a roof, and there was alcohol, and there could be talking, or silence, or staring at things. Whatever worked.

"I brought rum," Elena said helpfully.

(the guardian modded with permission. open roof is open.)

Current Mood: worried

glacial_queen

Karla didn't know there was anything important going on today with the teevee. Considering their school didn't have sports, the idea of football was foreign to her. Instead, she was puttering in the kitchen, wishing someone who could cook would magically arrive, preferably with dinner, and pretty much bored.

Also frowning at the remote and wishing it didn't have quite so many buttons.

[Open like a common room and happy to be home from a convention meeting in another state. Come play!!!]

longislandiceme

Okay, not actually had Bobby had class today, he'd also done the homework he'd busily been avoiding on Monday.

To celebrate this, there was pie from J,GoB.

Lots of pie from J,GoB. It seems they'd baked a few two many turtle pies and wanted Bobby to take the extras off their hands. Bobby had misundertood at first, of course, and had thought they were offering him a turtle for every pie he bought.

But really, who would do that? That's just silly.

[ooc: open and now i want pie.]

therewaslife

Having all of his classes tomorrow didn't mean Bod was going to stay in his room and make it an early night. He'd thought about taking another walk down to the graveyard but decided to save that for later in the week. There was time and Bod knew neither he nor the graveyard was going anywhere for awhile.

So, he'd wandered down the hall, book in hand, to the common room. Yeah, he knew he could have just closed himself in his room to read but the common room was bigger and had food. Food that Bod immediately started scrounging for. It was a little difficult to do considering he was holding his book open with one hand and reaching blindly into the refrigerator with the other. He'd pulled out the box of baking soda three times.

Putting the book down would have been easier, Bod knew, but not as fun. So, he kept trying. That box of baking soda got pulled out two more times.

[open common room is open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat arose at the crack of noon, as was his habit, took one look out the window, realized that snow was nothing he particularly wanted to deal with today, and headed down to the common room instead to look sad until someone made lunch for him.

Besides, company was always welcome ~~especially since it would bring mistletoe~~. He flopped into a chair and began pushing random buttons on the remote control.

No, he hadn't yet figured out how to get the television to turn on.

Current Mood: hopeful

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was restless, and so Elena was crashing on the couch in her PJs, flipping through channels and wishing something was on. Infomercial, infomercial, crappy movie that no one in their right mind would watch, black-and-white reruns, infomercial ...

Oooh, game show network. Watching people be stupid: that was entertaining. Now she just needed popcorn.

(OOC: open!)

Current Mood: bored

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Homecoming activities aside, Alex really hadn't made an effort since the break to be social. Whether that was just laziness or something else, he didn't know but he was actually out of his room on the roof tonight. Please, like he'd be anywhere else. Unless it was pouring down rain or snowing, he was going to spend time up there, smoking.

Tonight, he'd brought a book up there with him. He'd actually had the book for awhile but he'd kept it hidden and away from prying eyes for the time being. Really, he still had no intention of getting into medicine but, somehow, he'd ended up doing so in some other life. That sort of thing tended to pique a guy's curiosity.

So, he was out there reading a book on medicine. And smoking. Hey, he wasn't a doctor yet.

[roof is a roof so it's open!]

Current Mood: curious

longislandiceme

Bobby was bored, there was no question about it. He was also feeling sociable, though, which meant he was out in the common room in an effort to cure that boredom. Sprawling on the couch with a Rebel Justice Unleashed comic, he had a ridiculous amount of treat-size chocolate bars in various bowls spread on the table.

As for why he had so much chocolate in the first place? Well. He couldn't actually explain it. This island just seemed determined to make sure he always had more than enough food to go around. Weird.

weetinyreese.livejournal.com

The sun wasn't even up yet, so Kyle wasn't sure if now counted as morning. He eventually decided it was close enough, which meant it was cereal time. And toast time. And Pop Tart time. And eggs time. The television was on with some show about psychic private investigators and the table in front of the couch had several plates and a jug of juice. Anyone would think he'd had a busy weekend or something with the way he was packing away the food.

icecoldfrost

Emma had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an email to her 'dates' on Thursday, detailing her nefarious plans. She'd taken over the sixth floor, setting-up spots for hair and make-up, as well as making sure there were lots of snacks to munch on while they got ready. If other people wandered in wanting help, or just to hang out before the dance, that was fine with her too, but Emma was anticipating needing to fuss over Karla and Beka, and probably Triela and Tara.

This was totally her good deed for the month, possibly for the year. After all, someone had to set a good example.

And she was pretty sure she could get Morton and Rosto to pay for pictures of this. Details. They still had a dance to get ready for.

[OOC: Post is open to all the girls in the dorms, although the dates already know who they are. Up early for timezone/SP awesome. ETA: No, no boys allowed. If you try to peek in the door, Emma will brain-zap your butt back downstairs, and you will hiccup uncontrollably for the rest of the night.]

Current Mood: bouncy

bitten_notshy

Even with the excursions home and to London, the week on the near-empty island had felt too long. Jack was more than ready to see his friends again as he settled into the common room. He was paging through one of his history books, but he kept getting distracted by the ~~meta~~ Scrubs marathon on TV. The characters were bizarre, annoying ... and incredibly funny.

[OCO; Open CR!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After the week he'd had, Alex was pretty glad to be done with it with a week long vacation in the forecast. Of course, the night was made even better after an earlier trip to the mainland yielded a brownie and something a little bit more exciting than cigarettes to smoke. He thought he deserved a break.

Of course, he'd had to listen to the guy (who'd been dressed in full lumberjack apparel, complete with ear flaps, for some reason) drone on and on about how cute otters were for the longest time before throwing money at him and leaving with the purchase. The brownie hadn't been any easier to acquire since he'd gotten stopped by some street vendor on the way back who'd waved Miley Cyrus' CD in his face and promised a brownie if he'd give him a soundbyte for some website.

Two minutes, one 'I'm sure she's excellent when on her back', one brownie and one small bag later, he was finally back on the island and seriously wondering if the craziness from Fandom was starting to spread out.

[i told

fabulous_secret that i was going to incorporate three things she liked into a post because it's her birthday and ta da!

guardianborn made the request for lumberjacks. roof is, as always, open!]

Current Mood: mellow

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

Current Mood: amused

bitten_notshy

The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer

fratboybitch and

guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. ~~Minimal~~ OCD ~~on its way~~ is up; I say we party!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

The whole incident with the hair had almost caused Cal to forget exactly what day this was. Monday. That meant more than just having to work at the library. That meant Rumor Girl, on the TV, and Cal was there.

Pretending to ignore it while cooking food. No burgers this time, but something just as good and Greek and handy for TV watching: souvlaki.

[[ I ALMOST FORGOT. THERE WAS WORK. ANYWAY, OPEN. PLEASE DON'T MIND MY CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL IN THIS OOC NOTE ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After one of those weeks that he'd sooner forget, Alex was feeling a little more settled when he brought himself to the roof for a smoke and some fresh air. The cooler temperatures were welcome for a guy who spent most of his life in a place where the winters were cold as hell, these were almost mild. Still, they were preferred over sweltering days.

Despite the shitty week, he wasn't giving anything away in his posture of his expression. He was fine, he was good and, really, he was a little more settled than he had been. Of course, there were still things weighing on his mind that he wasn't in a rush to do anything about but he was still feeling better than he had.

Rapidfire moodiness did have its benefits. One moment pissed off, the next moment fine. For now, he was just going to smoke and try to ignore everything that was pinging around in his mind. That was his plan.

[see this roof? it's open.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Pretty much the best part of this week was that it was it was over. Also that there had been teddy bear samurai/ninha fighting in History today That was awesome.

Beyond that? Total loss of a week, and Rose was watching it go out to the backdrop of a Project Runway marathon.

...not that she was interested in the show of course. Just that there wasn't anything else on. Really.

[*mods the teevee omg as my sad lack of cable means I'm watching yesterday's ep today*]

solo_sword

After a lot of work (some involving a showerhead, don't ask, and no not dirty) throughout the day, Jaina had decided she had to get out of her room for a while. So she'd just gone to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and started reading a report on her datapad with the TV on for noise.

Somehow she hadn't figured out that doing this was bound to distract her, and this was why she was staring at an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", looking seriously confused, datapad forgotten, and occasionally saying things aloud like "There is something wrong with you," and "What do you mean this is a series??"

[Open like an open thing. ...I may have been dying to make this a CR post for a few weeks now. Because omgwtf SHOW.]

Current Mood: wtff

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose's ass was thoroughly kicked by her second training session in the afternoon. So much so that she was pretty sure if she sat down on her bed, she'd end up asleep right up until tomorrow morning. Which would be pathetic.

The rain seemed to have stopped though so she wandered up to the roof and sat on the wall. It was totally dorky, but she even had a book with her to study. Something about that new determination plus actually having talked Dimitri into fight training had made her realise there were other parts of being a guardian she hadn't been paying attention to. So she was fixing it...even if this book was a little too focused on the threat of guns to the protectees.

The longer she was up there, the less the book was actually getting read.

[Home from work early wheeee]

longislandiceme

Bobby was, to put it quite plainly, bored.

Even the television had proved unsatisfactory in terms of entertainment factor, which is why he was now sitting on the floor surrounded by reams of paper with the television just on for the sake of background noise.

He was determined, you see, to build the perfect paper airplane.

[ooc: open!]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had ~~handwavily~~ found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink ~~Moddable of course~~ was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was sort of surprised by the very sticky rain, and that in and of itself was a mark of how long she'd been there.

And after a day spent indoors reading, she decided to do something smart about the rain. And so she wandered out to her common room, found it empty, and took to carefully positioning some buckets to hang out the windows.

Sookie, meanwhile, set to work mixing up some pancake batter. And, of course, frying up some bacon and eggs. It wasn't really breakfast-for-supper unless you had all the components.

[oooooopen!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Somehow, senior year, Angela had ended up with fewer classes than ever. She would never complain about that one. Ever. But it left her with tonnes of free time. Which she probably could've been filling with prepping her portfolio for art school, but instead was... not.

What? It was the first week of semester. It was allowed.

She'd had her lie in, actually got dressed, and was finally sorting out some lunch for herself (making sandwiches, because she really just couldn't mess that up), and watching (and, okay, humming along to) the weird music videos on whichever channel she'd flipped to. Just how much drugs were the people who came up with these things on?

[[and open, like a common room is!]]

solo_sword

It seemed lately that Jaina was always getting used to a new schedule. The scary thing was that she was starting to find it so much easier to do so. After class, she did some work and surprisingly found some time that she could use to get some training in.

After a warmup on the machines, Jaina took her usual place at the punching bag, more for the exercise than the actual practice. And after a few minutes of beating the hell out of it just because, she took a step back and muttered to it, "Let's hope you never turn temporarily human."

[Open! I am all about the playing today!]

Current Mood: energetic

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Despite her smart-ass comments to Dimitri the other day, Rose was having trouble getting used to Fandom's daytime schedules again.

She found herself wide-awake in the middle of the night and not wanting to bother Morgana ~~if she was there~~ in their room so Rose made her way out to the Common Room.

Grabbing a bag of cookies, Rose flopped down on the couch and flipped the tv on. It ended up on a bad ninja movie, but she wasn't so much paying attention as she went over the events of the week again.

[Omg, I am so bored at work. Plz help.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex was finding himself more attracted to the roof than the deck lately, which was a change from earlier in the summer. He couldn't really pinpoint why save for the fact that he liked smoking on the roof. Today was no different. He'd lit up as soon as he'd pushed onto the roof and was halfway done before he'd even sat down on the ledge.

Things felt slow lately, like they were moving in slow motion and it was making him itchy. He really didn't want to think of it as bad omens considering he still was trying to not think about that other Fandom but those thoughts crept in more likely than not.

He shook his head at himself and made his mind go blank. Easier to deal with.

[i'm bored and it's about to storm like hell. so, natch, this is open!]

Current Mood: pessimistic

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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.]

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The sun had set, and darkness was falling, but Rose didn't want to go up to her room. She also couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was going to come out of the trees, and that it wasn't safe to stay outside without a weapon or a patrol.

Which was the reason that Rose sat down in one of the chairs, trying not to think about anything other than fun way she'd spent the afternoon and playing with her phone until it was late enough to text Lissa. She wasn't going to let some stupid ~~fear~~ worry about a world that wasn't hers drive her inside before she was good and ready to go, dammit.

[Not having a roof on the deck, it seems to be open!]

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Alex couldn't really stand the thought of spending time in his room today just because he'd spent three days sleeping on the floor. He needed to be out and moving so he went instead of low and found himself leaning against the edge of roof and sucking on a cigarette.

Three days without one for a guy with a fierce nicotine addiction was almost another version of hell on earth for him. And while the cigarette was nice, the quiet meant his thoughts skittered to unpleasant places again and he really couldn't stop them.

At least he didn't have to worry about getting his ass killed anymore. Well, not by vampires, at least.

[roof is open!]

Current Mood: indescribable

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