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They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd ~~coming~~ up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

You would think by now Harvey and Temari would have learned to stay the hell away from each other. Bad, embarrassing things tended to happen whenever they were in the same vicinity. Like today, for instance, when both just so happened to pass each other in the hallway and ended up getting bitten by a gremlin.

Now they thought they were unicorns. Two very, very annoying unicorns who were on their way to--

"Caaaaaaandy Mountaaaaaaaaaain! Candy Mountain! Candy Mountain!"

Yes. Candy Mountain.

[Open! Yes, Harvey and Temari think they are going to Candy Mountain. If you choose to go with them on their adventuuuuuuuuure you might end up getting thrown into the pool. Just saying]

Current Mood: Caaaaaandy Mountaaaain

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not that princes of Narnia complained in any way. That was a sure-fire way to get turned into stone.

He'd spent today trying to find a way back to Narnia, but to no avail. Now he was sure that this was a test. His Queen would not have sent him to this island if she didn't intend for him to conquer it. Unless, of course, she'd found out about his plan to eventually betray her as he had his brother and sisters and take his rightful place as King of Narnia. He was going to go on the assumption that that plan still remained a secret.

But conquering took planning. He had time. That was why he stood on the deck outside of the dorms, ever-aware of the power of his wand in his pocket, dressed in full black leather and a billowing black cloak, and looked out upon his soon-to-be new kingdom.

[OOC: Edmund is Prince Edmund of Narnia, dark, brooding, magical darkfic version of Edmund. Open as decks are.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

It had been a really intense day of brooding, moping, ruminating in languages she didn't know, and mentally narrating on things she wished she couldn't see through people's windows across the island.

And Razormouth had had enough for today. If only she could remember; it was like chunks of her memory were missing or something. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe she was really home sleeping in a warm bed. There was really only one way to find out.

She stood slowly, blonde hair whipping out behind her in a conveniently directed breeze, cutting a very emotastic and imposing figure for the equivalent of a full-page panel's worth of time.

Then dove off the roof, gracefully, like a swan.

"Crap! That's what I was afraid of! I CAN'T FLY!"

She fell. And fell. Well, at least it looked dramatic.

"LOOK OUT BELOW! HEADACHE!!!!!"

At least the crash looked pretty spectacular. She'd be fine -- superheroes like her were built to survive falls like this -- but she hadn't been kidding about the headache. Nice little crater she was stuck in now, too.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to react from any point where you might have seen the dive. Dialogue again stolen from "When Worlds Collide." Also I'd just like to note that I almost turned Chewie into a Wookiee for the weekend.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

It was way too effing early to be awake. And yet, here Chuck was, awake. Life was unfair sometimes.

Maybe if he got stoned enough he'd be able to fall asleep again. And if he didn't, well, he'd still be high anyway. That was always nice.

He looked over the edge of the roof and lamented the fact that he didn't bring any Cheetos or Lucky Charms up here with him or something. Things were going to take a turn for the suck once the munchies came on.

[Open roof is open, yes. I would like some Lucky Charms plz. ETA: Temari's thread is last omg since he leaves with her]

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Nirvana - Drain You

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Sure, there was inauguration highlights you could be watching. Sure, there was snow that could be played in. Sure, there was homework that could be done.

But why would you do any of those things when two of your gremlin-bitten classmates were destroying the common room in order to prove that their awesome new cleaning products worked?

"HELLO, FANDOM! BILLY MAYS HERE TO SHOW YOU THE CLEANING POWER OF OXYCLEAN!" Harvey pointed at a headset-clad Temari. "AND WITH ME IS MY FRIEND VINCE WHO IS HERE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE SUCKING POWER OF THE SHAMWOW CLOTH!"

Harvey then opened up a bottle of soda and proceeded to spill it on the carpet. "SHOW 'EM, VINCE!"

[Um, yes, Harvey and Temari think they are Billy Mays and Vince the Shamwow guy. As a warning, you might get stuff spilled on your clothes just to prove the awesome cleaning power of Oxyclean]

Current Mood: SO DAMN EXCITED

bitchprince

High ground had a lot of uses. Oversight was one of them, and it was one Arthur was greatly in need of. At long last the way up to the roof was his to find, a perch on it for him to take. His arms crossed, he stood and looked down. Thoughtful.

But he wasn't brooding.

Arthur Pendragon did not brood.

Or strut, at that. Mad old bat.

[[ open roof is open! ETA: and arthur's gone after the thread with liir ]]

momslilassassin

Ben--who had droids, but no pets--had not noticed anything amiss so far.

He'd decided that an entire day of hiding in his room was probably bordering on overdramatic, so he wandered down to the common room, flipped on the television and made popcorn.

Thank the Force for the "popcorn" button on the microwave.

He was now trying to follow the plotline of some movie about cheerleading.

[OOC: open post is open!]

Current Mood: confused

solo_sword

Staying in her room was just making Jaina feel ickier, and she didn't do well with that sort of thing. She wasn't nearly as bad as she was yesterday, just blah-feeling. Which meant that after she'd gotten everything done she needed to for now, she camped out on a sofa and started flipping channels.

And remembered why it was that she'd never really watched TV to begin with. Sunday was boring.

[Ooooopen. Omg I should not be so excited that this is her first CR in ages.]

Current Mood: blah

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Father Ned had decided to go out to be with the people today. Yesterday had been fulfilling and exhausting between all the guidance he'd tried to provide, the last rites he'd given those poor coma patients, and the marriage of those two young children that would be together forever. He just knew it.

He tried not to think about the girl with the enormous chest who'd confessed...something to him. He wasn't sure and she'd run and he was...confused.

It was almost enough to make him forget about his own sordid past. Almost. He'd had nightmares about that again last night. So vivid, so real.

No, he was reformed now. He wouldn't go back to that time, to that place. Now, he was a giver of counsel, a provider of aide.

"Friends," he said to no one in particular, "I welcome you on this glorious day. I'm so glad you all could come out here and reach out to those less fortunate. And, just because you're less fortunate, does not make you any less of a person. You are all beautiful human beings, ready to spread your wings and fly. You must, though, resist temptation. You must resist the evils of the dark paths. Do not go gently into that good night. Follow the light and you will shine like the sun. Follow your heart and it will lead you to the meadow of utopia. Follow the dark path and purgatory will welcome you with open arms. You will be unable to leave. You will be forgotten. Because, dear friends, if you go down this path, you will only certainly end up in a clinic, in a coma, with half your face done and friends, I do not want to watch you all die of comas. It is a sad thing. Comas are SAD. Say no to comas. Thank you."

With that Father Ned took a seat with his book and hoped his message had gotten through.

[Ned's still around after his "sermon" so feel free to talk to him!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was still in his bathrobe when he shuffled into common room. He was not in a happy mood as he talked in a disgruntled manner into his cell phone.

"Seriously, Ric. I don't see what's so important to get me out of bed on a Monday afternoon," he groaned and fumbled with the remote. "What channel am I supposed to be looking at? CNN? What's on C-?"

Jamie stopped as the image flickered on.

For on the screen was a duplicate of Jamie Madrox.

Naked.

Bungee jumping.

"And in Colorado this morning, a young man decided it might be fun to do a little bungee jumping," the newscaster said in an amused tone. "In the nude no less. The local sheriff's department arrested him after the jump for indecent exposure and is currently sitting in a jail cell waiting for a bail hearing."

"Well you don't see that everyday," Jamie said after blinking a few times. "I wonder what possessed me to do that?"

The reply from the cell phone obviously did not agree with Jamie because he quickly clicked it off and settled down to watch himself jump nude off a bridge.

[ooc: *scratches off three superlatives in one fell swoop* BACK FROM THE LAND OF NON-AVAILABILITY! OPEN! OMG!]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

His weekend, Cal decided, was just going to be full of new sorts of things, and he decided to stop being lazy in his room and go down to the common room to be lazy there. The common room had the added benefit of television, and he realized that he really hadn't bothered watching much modern TV.

...After a little while of flipping through the channels (after another while of trying to figure out the remote), Cal understood why he hadn't bothered. It was a weekend of new things, but he decided that watching TV wasn't one of them, and he soon turned it off, leaving for his room and coming back with a book and his script for the play to just do some good old reading.

[[ open as common rooms are! ]]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

The fact that Cal had slept in a lot later than usual probably didn't help the blur of thoughts that was the inside of his head. Dull and thick and slightly aching, he felt like all the smog of his childhood had collected in his brain in the aftermath of yesterday, a mist thick enough that you would need a spoon to get through it.

A spoon, or perhaps a much needed workout. He'd been slacking off a lot and now, when he needed to focus, when he needed to think, Cal fell into those rhythms of lifting weights. Sweating out the cloudy and confused fog that made yesterday seem like all just one jumping dream of dizziness.

But it hadn't been. He could still feel all those flirtations and touches and kiss tingling in his skin, but he wasn't sure even clearing his mind with some exercise would help him figure out just what it was he thought of all of it.

[[ open for all your gymly needs! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It wasn't Hannibal's idea of fun to be carrying a stupid plush dragon like he was five years old and needed to cuddle it for comfort or something.

He was just...feeling a little guilty about realizing WHO the plushie was after way too long after having thrown it in the air during one of his boredom fits.

Now, he was carrying the damn thing down the hall with him, stopping right in front of the bathroom door to glare at the damn stuffed thing.

"It's really bad for my reputation to be carrying your plush ass around," he groused, glaring at the stuffed plushie.

[Hannibal's thread is locked to one TOTAL BFF and one other person. But, uh, if you really wanna wander by, you can. He's just not going to be able to answer you.]

Current Mood: aggravated

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo have been lazing about for far too long. He needed to train, but the kind of training he had in mind wasn't really possible right now. Perhaps tonight, when his room mate was sleeping and he could leave his body without anyone noticing he was gone.

In the meantime he decided to check out the salle. He looked over the practice swords, but none of them came even close to Zangetsu - his zanpakuto, a sword all Shinigamis carried - in his unsealed form. He did find a wooden katana sword and deciding that would do for now, he picked it up.

It was strange feeling the wood in his hands. There was no connection with the blade and Ichigo wondered if maybe this was pointless. He was here now, though, so he might as well get some training in.

[[Open, of course.]]

Current Mood: restless

solo_sword

Jaina had been here most of the morning. She'd set up as many remotes as she could find, and maybe she'd build more later, but for now she was focusing on lightsaber drills. She knew that till the Myrkr was mission was over, it'd mean less time in the flight shed, and more here and in the gym. Possibly the shooting range, too. At least no one could say she wasn't taking this seriously.

She was going to be sore later from all the shots she was taking, but that was okay. If she could figure out where her weaknesses were, she could improve on them. By this point, she was learning not to react too much when she did get hit, working through it every time so that she could deflect the next bolt.

Jaina knew she'd have to stop soon, but she'd been doing it this long, what was another ten minutes? Ignore that she'd been saying that for about an hour now.

[Open!]

Current Mood: determined

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

No doubt, she mused idly, Turtle would say that she should be more confident and go and sit at other campfires rather than at her own.

Hinata rather figured she was being brave enough for the moment though, after yesterday, and with a little shrug settled down in front of the merrily blazing fire she'd started up. The things she needed to make s'mores beside her. S'mores were good enough for her right now. Rather than more bravery.

Not that she'd mind some company, but it was a bit to... effortful for her to seek it out. If it came to her though, she'd share her s'mores.

[Open, of course!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Before the crack of Dawn the campfire are of the Centaurus cabin was invaded by certain herd of Madrox duplicates. In what could be considered a well coordinated attack of... decorations, the duplicates set to work. There were pink streamers, pink balloons, pink cupcakes and in the center of it a box of chocolates, Carnations and a giant pink teddy bear that had a big tag on it which read "For Temari".

Oh. And glitter. Pink Glitter. Freaking everywhere.

Their mission complete, the Madroxes disappeared into the night as the dawn's first light began to shine... and reflect off of all that glitter.

[Yes, Open. However, Jamie is not available for interaction]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been the wings.

Why, why had there been wings? Cal had thought it was bad enough that there was an excessive amount of pink as well as interlocking male-female symbols being advertised on his butt, but then there had to be pretty fairy wings on it, too. Just great. It was definitely a day where he was going to try to stay in his alcove.

Only to discover that trying to even just sit in one of those alcoves as a horse with big wings was not pleasant. He realized he could have just stuck in the living room, but he wanted fresh air and, most importantly, room, and so there came to be a slightly sulking pretty pony sitting by the unlit campfire, reminding himself that maybe this at least meant all the Fandom stuff was just getting out of (or would it be into?) his system.

[[ open campfires be open ]]

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Deciding to give the place a chance, squirrel spying and all, Temari started up a fire and sighed. This was much more like home.

Maybe an angry letter home wasn't necessary.

Yet.

[[Open as a campfire should be. Or else there's just smoke everywhere and it's a bad thing all around.]]

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Entries tagged with sabaku no temari

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Around the dorms - Thursday Evening

The dorm lawn- Wednesday night at 2 am

Fourth Floor Common Room: Wednesday Morning

The Deck, Saturday Evening

The Dorm Roof. Then The Ground. Saturday Afternoon

Girlkissy party- Second floor common room, during halftime

Roof - Saturday Morning

Second Floor Common Room - Tuesday Afternoon

The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

Fourth floor common room [evening]

Third floor common room, Sunday afternoon

Second Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

Third Floor Common Room: Monday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening.

The Gym; Early Saturday Afternoon.

Outside Fourth Floor Men's Room [Tuesday Early Evening]

The salle - Sunday afternoon

The salle, Wednesday early afternoon

Draco Campfire, Wednesday Evening

Centaurus Campfire: Wednesday morning

Virgo Campfire; Saturday Afternoon.

Centaurus Campfire, Sunday Evening

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