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Sam had a towel spread out across the grass in a sunny spot on the lawn. She had a bowl full of meatballs and a whole slew of disgusting new videos to watch online.

Life was good.

[ooc: expecting one, also open, yadda yadda.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie sometimes should not be left to his own devices.

With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.

Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.

For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.

"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.

[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]

hurtingzeebo

Sam . . . was not so much looking forward to tonight's broadcast. Why?

Well, Carly was in Yakima, tonight. Which meant Freddie was cohosting. With sketches he wrote.

Sam double checked that Baggles, the trashbag filled with yogurt with a face drawn on it, was in place on a swivel chair, ready to fill in if need be.

She had a feeling she would definitely be needing him.

[ooc: OCD is up, and the post is open! Those who wander into the proper threads may well be recruited to do something involving food in semi-solid states!]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Miley had just come into the common room because she wanted some waffles, was the thing.

What she hadn't wanted -- what no human being alive had ever wanted -- was to stumble across what appeared to be a creepy doll tea party. Except instead of drinking tea, the dolls were eating soup.

Vivid red, blood-colored soup.

Miley screamed.

[[YOU KNOW SOUP IS SCARY. YOU KNOW IT. JUST ASK

annieadderall. OPEN!]]

hurtingzeebo

Sam had laid down tarps on the rec room floor and hung more from the walls, today, which couldn't possibly bode well. She was currently setting up two tables on either side of the room and laying out an assortment of warm -- not hot, she'd learned that lesson after the last big Puckett family dinner -- dishes. There was fried chicken, grilled chicken, chicken liver pate. Chicken meatballs, chicken salad, chicken alfredo, orange chicken, sweet and sour chicken, chicken soup, chicken gravy, pulled chicken, chicken fingers, and even a couple whole roast chickens.

It was really, really, really, really hard for her not to just dig in right away. Everyone should admire the hell out of her restraint.

But, dammit, she was determined to actually get to have a chicken fight on the show, tonight.

[ooc: The post is open and the food smells delightful!]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Given the weather and Freddie's insistence, today they stuck to the rec room. He didn't want to risk his equipment in case the weather turned weird.

"So do I have to worry about you two getting PDA all over my webshow?" Carly teased via the webfeed from Seattle.

Freddie just laughed. He'd let Sam deal with that one.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up. Open to anyone and everyone! ...well, anyone that could end up in the dorms, at least.]

hurtingzeebo

Sam could say she was in the rec room to check on things for this week's iCarly.

Actually, she was just bored.

She bopped along, humming to herself and nodding her head to a rhythm only she was aware of. Well, until an actual beat started, seemingly coming from nowhere. Sam might find this odd, except she was distracted by the sudden urge to freestyle.

"We’re rockin’ out here in the rec room, yo,
We’re dancing out high and we’re dancing out low.
Oh, there is a rug and it’s really kinda pretty,
You know it’s really good and you know it’s kinda gritty.
( Aimless freestyle is surprisingly long )

Sam finished kissing her camera phone and tucked it back into her pocket.

"RANDOM DANCING!" crowed a voice from wherever the beat box rhythm had come from, followed by some generic techno.

Far be it for Sam not to oblige.

[ooc: because freestyling about nothing is way more Sam than Jennette McCurdy's country-pop tracks. Open rec room is open!]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie Benson had sat down to watch the DVD he'd been handed earlier in the week. It was Petey Sci-Fi, and he really didn't have much of an idea what he was in for.

When the movie started with a disembodied lips singing, he was certain he was not prepared for this at all. He hugged a pillow to his chest and tried to ignore the voice of his mother in the back of his head asking him what exactly he thought he was doing.

[ooc: Open post, as it is a common room! Help the boy not feel traumatized or something...]

hurtingzeebo

So Sam was a TA now.

That couldn't end well.

She came up to the roof right around sunset with a golf club and a bucket full of little foam Nerf balls. She set herself up at the edge of the roof, peering over for any passersby. Then she set the first ball on the roof, warmed up her hips, and took a swing.

"Fore!"

She looked over again to see if she'd managed to hit someone.

"Damn, just a squirrel."

[ooc: yes, Sam is hitting foam balls at people and things from the roof. They are soft and smooshy! Open! Any threads that aren't

randomspanish take place prior to

randomspanish.]

hurtingzeebo

"No, I'm telling you, the frog is Freddie." Sam held the Freddie-frog up near the camera so Carly could get a good look.

"Is this like that time he tried to convince me you were a badger?"

"No, it's like that time I was a badger."

"Or the time you were a pony."

"Yes. Except he can't seem to talk and has no interest in ham."

"Ponies don't eat ham."

"Well this pony did!"

"Whatever! So you can't do the Curmudgeonly Carrot sketch?"

"Nope. I found a carrot costume for him, but he keeps hopping out of it. I told him it was unprofessional, but I don't think he cares."

"I guess frogs are like that."

"Yep."

It might be an interesting show, tonight.

[ooc: and no OCD since this is going up super late. If anyone wants to do some iCarly-ing with Sam and Freddie-the-Frog, feel free to just ping in!]

hurtingzeebo

Sam spread a tarp across the floor, then checked the squirt guns. Once that was done, she went over, opened up a five gallon bucket, and took a deep whiff.

"Oh gravy. I love so."

Yes, iCarly this week was going to involve gravy and squirt guns. While the laundry machines were refusing to work.

No one had ever accused Sam of thinking ahead.

[ooc: open! Those who wander in might be recruited to appear in the webshow. iCarly officially wavers any responsibility for any cleaning bills resulting from Sam's bucket o' gravy. Side effects may include large stains and hilarity. Use only as directed. See store for details. Offer expires eventually.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Today was going to be an extra special episode of iCarly. Don't ask how he got convinced to do this or why he was doing it at all, but Freddie was dressed as a turkey. Which made doing the normal tech checks a little odd.

"I still think it's too early to be doing Thanksgiving stuff," Freddie grumbled as he checked the shutter on the camera.

"I'm sorry, all I heard was 'gobble gobble gobble'," Carly teased via the feed from Seattle.

"...this is gonna be a long night," Freddie said.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for OCD!~~ Open post, open show!]

hurtingzeebo

Sam arrived in the rec room straight from the Homecoming Carnival, carrying her water pistol, a small smear of poutine gravy on her cheek.

"Alright suckas, let's get this party started!"

She was maybe just at touch hyper.

[ooc: OCD is a go-go. The post is, as always, open to anyone who wants to wander in. Come on down and get your fifteen seconds of internet fame!

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]

Current Mood: mellow

hurtingzeebo

Sam had managed to successfully avoid Freddie for another week, and had managed to avoid thinking about the whole "we kissed!" thing for almost that whole time, right up until it was time to get ready to come down stairs for iCarly.

Dammit, why did he have to be somewhat more mature and less nubbish, now? Why'd the kiss have to be good?

As though life wasn't confusing enough.

She bounced around in a circle to warm up, a thoughtful look on her face. If anyone spotted said look, she'd just tell them she was pondering the wonders of ham.

[ooc: OCD is up! As always, anyone is welcome to wander in before, during, or after the broadcast. Those during may be asked to do something excessively silly.]

wwiii

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

wasthecuteone

Petra was, she would readily admit, not what one would call a great cook. She could do the basics and maybe even get a little creative from time to time, and she could catch and clean a fish and cook it over the campfire like a pro, but she wasn't about to start whipping out five-course gourmet meals. But she was pretty confident in her ability to follow directions, and she'd been poking around on the internet earlier when she found the perfect recipe for the club fair tomorrow: cupcakes. And not just any cupcakes, but rainbow cupcakes. They were so cute, so cheerful, so on-theme, so delicious!

Sure, there were a lot of fiddly steps involved in making the layers come out right, but as long as she took her time and read through carefully, and didn't freak out when some of the yellow batter somehow got in her hair, it was all good. She even made the frosting, although she was tempted to just use Funfetti. Also, her apron was super cute, if she did say so herself.

((Open common room is open! But Petra'll swat your hand with a spatula if you try to take one of her cupcakes. They're for tomorrow.

Well. Maybe if you're really nice she'll let you sample one for quality control.))

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had had a weird last week, and this one wasn't exactly off to a normal start, either. Sure, the weekend had been seriously messed up, what with smuggling alcohol and making out with someone she'd never even talked to before and oh yeah, dying from trying coffee just once, but at least it was over.

Then she'd woken up in a supply closet.

And then she'd gone back to the common room to retrieve her backpack from last night before going to class, and found alcohol in it. A lot of it.

At first she'd just hidden it in her room, and as long as she was away from there, it was fine. But when she'd gone back after class, she found she couldn't concentrate because she knew it was there. It wasn't that she wanted it. It was just that even in a town where Caritas didn't card and she'd reported on students smoking pot and drinking, she became really worried that she'd get in trouble for having it. Add in worry about going to tomorrow's NA meeting and wanting to share but all she had was that she got addicted to something and died from it and again with having the alcohol and then she started feeling stressed and guilty.

That was when Annie panicked and checked to make sure no one was in the common room yet, then dragged the bags of alcohol bottles to the kitchen area. And now all she had to do was pour them down the sink...

[Yes another dorms post. I know, and I'm sorry, now for the love of god, SOMEONE STOP HER.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: ~~Please wait for massive OCD~~ Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]

wasthecuteone

Making campaign posters was hell on a girl's manicure, and Petra's nails had finally reached the chipped-up point of no return. It was time to redo them. She decided to relocate to the common room, both for more space for the fumes to dissipate in and so she could watch TV while she worked and waited for her nails to dry, and, since she couldn't decide which colors she wanted to use while she was in her room, she wound up carrying around a dozen with her, which she would be more than happy to share if anyone else wanted to get in on the nail-painting action.

She had a bottle with her name, which she thought was pretty cool, but the color was a little darker than she was feeling right now. Maybe for her toes. She finally decided on a blue foil, with silver glitter on her ring fingers just for fun, though she laughed for about five minutes straight when she remembered what those two were called.

She flipped through channels looking for something to watch before she got started. Most of the TV was weird and not what she was used to, but she was able to find a rerun of The Shills, The Corporation's wildly popular program about product placement and the teens who love it. It was the episode where Lorrie and Chad broke up and she tearfully gave him back the Frou Frou bag he'd given her when she agreed to fake marry him to promote his new beer line. Perfect.

((I own all three nail polishes mentioned, and am wearing Swimsuit..Nailed It! right now. I blame Beauty Queens 100%. Open common room is open!))

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Miley was maybe missing the cabins already. It just didn't seem fair that they had to move right when they'd finally gotten to a good temperature! But then again, that meant she didn't have to be around a bunch of cranky (but cute!) boys anymore, so it wasn't a total loss.

Still, her cabin nostalgia manifested itself when she marched right up to the common room, groceries in hand, and got started on making some catfish stew. It differed from the recipe in that she left the eyeballs in. They were the best part!

...Thank you for today's class, Alistair. All that cooking had made her want to make... this. Enjoy the smell of fish on the third floor, everyone.

[[Open common room!]]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Freddie was in mild panic mode. He had everything set-up properly, extra cameras on hand, extra lighting, tons of plates of cinnamon and sugared toast were about just so that Hannah Montana wouldn't be more than two steps away from some if she wanted any.

He was so ready for this, even if he didn't feel it.

"...who is this North Dakota lady, any way?" Gibby asked via the feed from Seattle.

"Gibby!" Carly barked.

"Whaaaaat?" Gibby protested. Hey, the poor kid didn't have cable. He didn't know these things.

"She's very important," Freddie told Gibby. "So be on your... best Gib-havior."

[ooc: ~~OCD coming up!~~ Post is open! Expecting some, any are welcome to wander in to the show!]

hurtingzeebo

It was that time again! Time for Sam to try to eat half the props, for Carly to worry about her brother setting fire to the camera in Seattle, for fans all over the world (in Sam, Freddie, and Carly's dimension, anyway) to gather 'round their computers and watch the latest antics of three more-than-conventionally-attractive teenagers acting like morons.

Woo!

Sam was bouncing around, limbering up, a strip of bacon sticking out of her mouth. What? Acting like a moron and flailing around took a lot of energy, okay?

"Are you sure we don't need more tomatoes?" she asked as she bounced and chewed. "I think we need more tomatoes."

[ooc: OCD is a go!]

hurtingzeebo

Sam had ~~handwavily~~ spent all day yesterday video chatting with Carly online, trying to prove that, yes, she was totally actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.

Carly insisted that Freddie's special effects skills must have improved and that Sam was just trying to prank her. Which, to be fair, Sam totally would be, if she weren't actually a blue pony with a sandwich on her butt.

Today, Sam was in the common room, dragging a ham out of the fridge with her teeth and flinging it onto the coffee table where she could munch on it while watching TV. She wasn't about to let a little thing like "ponies are herbivorous" stop her from enjoying her ham, dammit.

[ooc: open common room is open.]

dollpocalypse

So Topher (and the radio) hadn't been lying: Topher really did have a laser tag set for eight. Today, however, it was going to be used for two as he and Sam Puckett settled the score on the whole Badass Competition thing. In the time before she got there, he made sure to set the whole floor up for laser-tagging -- he turned off as many lights as he could find, overturned furniture, and suited up in the blue equipment, because blue was totally better than red. Sam could have the red. He thought about playing dirty and laying in wait to zap her as soon as she walked through the door, but she wouldn't be suited up, so it wouldn't count. Damnit.

[[For one! Up early so I don't forget, omg.]]

hurtingzeebo

Sam was bored. This was a rather dangerous situation, without Carly around to keep her entertained and mostly out of trouble. At the moment, she was just dealing with it by watching the Food Network, but the way she was side-eying the door to the common room hinted at possible troublesome antics on the way.

She wondered if she still had that paintball blow gun stashed away, somewhere.

[ooc: open common room is open. Let's give radio something to report!]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Fredward Benson had pulled out all his A/V equipment and set up near the campfire again, so that Sam and he could film ther parts of the weekly iCarly web show. Of course, this experience could never go entirely smoothly, and this week Freddie was having trouble with the feed from Seattle.

"Are you entirely certain you didn't press any buttons, Gibby?" he said to the video of the feed from Seattle.

"I don't know, I don't have cable," Gibby retorted on the other end.

"Well something has the video feed upside down," Freddie said.

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up and running, Wanderers-by are more than welcome, though may at least be asked to participate in random dancing.]

hurtingzeebo

Sam was still attempting to juggle -- possibly a dangerous proposition, considering there was a roaring campfire not far away.

"Are we sure we want to have an actual campfire?" Carly asked, ever the more thoughtful and responsible of the two cohosts.

"What?" said Sam. "It's not like Spencer's anywhere near it."

She felt this was a valid point.

[ooc: ~~just a sec for some~~ OCD is up! Wanderers-by are more than welcome, though may at least be asked to participate in random dancing.]

randomspanish.livejournal.com

Instead of the roof, this time Sam and Freddie had set up shop in the first floor rec room. Freddie had even set up a green screen for extra wackiness, along with all of his technical equipment so that they could both sync with Carly in Seattle and broadcast out across the web.

"Okay," Freddie said, pressing a few keys on his laptop. "We should be good to go in just a few minutes. You ready there in Seattle?"

"Freddie, which way do I point this camera?" Spencer said through the live feed from the West Coast. Freddie looked at the feed and saw a close-up of Spencer's mouth.

"The other way," he said, flatly.

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~. Open! Mainly for the co-host, but if anyone wants to walk in on the broadcast, they're welcome!]

hurtingzeebo

After having spent much of her day repeatedly checking her reflection to make sure she didn't have any fur (seriously, what the hell was up with this weekend? She was half convinced she'd dreamed it, but then Monday things kept happening, and she was pretty sure she hadn't slept through the whole weekend), Sam made her way out to the common room.

When her search of the fridge hadn't turned up any steaks or ham or even leftover ribs, she'd settled down on the couch with a big bowl of chowder instead, channel surfing until she found an animal channel doing a special on bears.

Real ones. The ones that might eat you if you messed with them.

"Dammit, why couldn't I have been one of those bears over the weekend?"

[ooc: Open common room is terribly, terribly open!]

hurtingzeebo

"I'm not late!" Sam announced as she hurried in from the party, still clutching a handful of chips and a tropical beverage (not booze, she was good and avoided that). "It's the time zones! The island's doing it!"

Or . . . something.

She skidded to a stop in the middle of the roof, stuffed the rest of the chips in her mouth and started to chug her juice before looking at Freddie. "Is it set up? Is it working? Do we have Carly?"

She might be just a tad hyper. She hadn't liked missing doing the show last week. The internet missed her!

[ooc: primarily for

randomspanish and iCarly's live broadcast, but it's the roof. Anyone interrupting may be hushed/drafted into the show, though.]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The drawback to having both his workshops early on in the week, Toby was finding, was that without something to do, the rest of the week got kind of boring. Funny how even with no classes at all, boredom had never been a problem when he'd been on the streets. Still, he'd take boredom over being cold and hungry any day.

So he'd wandered over to the common room, snagged someone's sandwich they'd left in the fridge and a half-full bag of chips he'd found tucked in the back of one of the cupboards, and flipped through the channels until he stumbled across one playing a rather distinctive theme along with an opening text-crawl.

Something seemed wrong, though- he'd seen these movies tons of times, and none of this was familiar- he frowned and checked the channel listing. "Space Battles: Part 1?" he frowned. "What the hell?"

necroslacker

Exploring Iceland had been fun enough (though he was sure his skin was still red in places from that hot spring) but Sam was really feeling the whole slacker in the guise of a couch potato thing tonight. He'd done well enough with that gig in Seattle, he figured he could transfer it to this place. Yeah, he wasn't the same slacker he was but he still knew how to loaf with the best of them.

Really, all that was required was some food (easily solved by ordering Chinese takeout, thank you island food places) and something good on the television. That was a little harder since there was a lot of crap on these days but Sam eventually settled on some cooking show that made him miss Ramon's mom's cooking.

Maybe he'd call Ramon and Frank a little later on and try to grease the wheels to see if he could get a care package sent out here or something. For now, the Chinese food would do.

[Open common room, open post]

Current Mood: lazy

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Earlier today, Nathan had shoved all of his things into bags and piled them up near his bed. He'd left just a few things out for tomorrow (clothes, cigarettes, small bottle of alcohol, and wallet) but other than that, he was ready to go.

But, he wasn't leaving right yet. He still had a whole day to do nothing but kick his feet up in the common room and relax. He'd dug out a bag of chips that clearly wasn't his (or was it?) and was flipping quickly through various channels in the hopes of finding something halfway decent to watch. He didn't want to be preached to or bitched at or lectured. He just wanted something mindless but Sunday mornings were proving harder for that than he'd originally thought.

Eventually, he settled on some news program. The broadcaster was some older, distinguished lady wearing a see through top and Nathan was counting the number of times her chest pressed hard enough against that top and made it able for him (and everyone) to see things. He was up to four so far. Who knew news was so entertaining?

[It's an open CR and this might be the last time Nathan's out and about before he leaves. He's probably going to sneak out and not tell anyone and then go die. Oops. Anyway, yes, wide open.]

Current Mood: amused

hurtingzeebo

Sam as on the couch, remote in hand, staring unhappily at the television. Since leaving the picnic and moving her suitcase up to her room, she'd been getting twitchier and twitchier. Maybe it was Carly withdrawal. Maybe it was the shock of suddenly being in Iceland at a new school. Maybe it was leftover paranoia from getting convinced her "big sibling" was part of a conspiracy to turn her into a nub.

Possibly, it was because she hadn't had any meat in a few hours.

Either way, she was positively buzzing as she flipped through the channels fast enough to require a seizure warning. She couldn't find "Celebrities Underwater" anywhere. There wasn't even a Dingo Channel! Just some mouse thing which, well, was pretty much just as bad.

What was with this school?

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" It wasn't so much a full on scream as a half-voiced growl of frustration. She didn't want any armored police troopers hunting her down for disturbing the peace.

[ooc: open for any other late night East Coasters or even *gasp* other time zones!]

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