fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with samuel anders

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

After class -- and boy was she relieved that Mr. Rogers was there and all right -- Savannah hadn't wanted to go back to her room yet. She also hadn't been in the mood to go to the beach, either. So, after trying to figure out where to go, she had decided on the roof. Finding somewhere she could sit out of the way and watch the sky, she tried to get comfortable.

She was sore, achey and upset. Not a fun combination.

She had also been kind of dumb. What had she been thinking -- trying to fight Hades like that?! Had she been oh so slightly suicidal? She was lucky that he hadn't done more damage than he had.

"Note to self, when Hell Gods attack... go around them."

Which brought her to the other part of her mood.

Johnny.

Yesterday's fight... and then the one that was even worse when she came home last night...

Things were not good and she didn't know how to fix them -- or even if they could be fixed.

[[OOC: Open like an open thing.]]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic.

Bel had bequeathed the garden with its spiky plants to him a year ago, but he was going to have to find someone to take care of it for him, soon; he only had a few weeks left here, after all.

. . . wow. That was a sobering thought, but it made him grin a little bit, too -- not at the prospect of leaving, just at the thought that it had been three really damn good years, in the long run.

His horticultural efforts done with, Anders sat down on the edge of the roof, lit up a cigarette, and just enjoyed the view.

[OOC: Open as roofs are -- I'm home sick today, so I'm around but unexpected SP may ensue if I randomly fall asleep.]

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Well, school was essentially over for Shawn, and wow was that a scary thought. No more finals, no more nothing. Except his Senior prom, which he had no date for. That was a bit depressing, really. He'd gotten so used to not needing to worry about that sort of thing.

Still, in honour of never having another class here, Shawn was lazing. Why the heck not?

There was plenty of bad TV to watch, and lots of junk food to eat. The caffeine deprivation issue was barely affecting him, and he was going to enjoy his last little while here.

[[Open, of course. I'll be out for dinner for a short while later, but around again after that.]]

likethegun

Sam was in the lobby today, with pastries, prom tickets and the ballot box for prom court. The Get Your Prom Tickets Here! sign now had an additional Last Chance! message at the bottom, in case people didn't already know.

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

The common room was decorated with streamers, balloons and a sign that said "Happy Birthday Ronan". There was food from Ching Tai and a selection of baked goods from JGoB. Including a rather decadent looking chocolate cake.

Isabel rearranged a few balloons then sat down to wait for people to turn up.

[Open as common rooms are! ~~Please wait for minor~~ OCD is up.]

Current Mood: cheerful

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Savannah's letter from the past, and his conversation with her earlier today, had convinced Anders that there was something he had to do tonight that he hadn't done in a long, long time. And he was really past due for doing it.

So yes, that's right, he was in the common room with mixing bowls, baking tins, and a whole lot of boxes of cake batter, tubs of icing, and jars of sprinkles. The first batch was out of the oven, one trayful cooling down enough to be frosted and the other already set out for more impatient people (like himself) to enjoy.

Yup. It was cupcake time.

[OOC: You know how common rooms are open? That's what this is.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was fixing some fine food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. An American classic. There was a fairly large pot of the soup, and he had enough bread and cheese to share if anyone else was hungry.

There was also some groovy Latin jazz playing, and he was dancing about the kitchen, head bobbing and hips swaying -- sometimes in time with the music. Life was good.

[common room open as they are]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Never mind that Anders only has classes on Mondays and Tuesdays, or that spring break isn't all that far away. He and Bridge have decided that school is stressful (yo), and that this definitely calls for a vacation. Of sorts.

Which is why the two of them have trekked up to the roof with two folding lounge chairs, sleeping bags, a cooler full of drinks and cold cuts, a portable heater, and s'more makings. The lounge chairs are set up in the emo garden corner with the sleeping bags rolled out on them, the heater is cranking out heat, and they're lying there. Under a tarp roof. With sunglasses on. Yes, at night.

It's totally a vacation. Or . . . a staycation, if you will.

[OOC: First thread is for Bridge, but otherwise totally open! If you talk to the guys, they won't actually acknowledge your existence as such. They'll talk to you as if they were writing you a postcard from some exotic locale.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was sacked out on the couch in the common room, reading the book from Millie; he hoped to have it finished before he went to work on Friday so he could tell Millie what he thought of it.

He looked a little different than he had previously; the oversize broadcloth was gone, replaced by a deep green wool sweater and a pair of fitted jeans. He'd also been wearing his new shoes earlier, but those had been left in his room as he was attempting to keep them unscuffed.

The television was off, mostly because he didn't know what it was, but every few minutes his eyes flicked towards the screen. He kept seeing things in the dark glass, images at the corner of his eye, but he dismissed them and kept up with his book.

[open!]

my-names-max.livejournal.com

Max was feeling restless.

She was still trying to get a feel for this place she had randomly ended up and she was still eager to find her brother.

But she was intrigued by the idea of attending school, especially in a place that seemed to be unaffected by the Pulse. And she was really intrigued by the professor she had met the day before.

As it was, she was exploring and found herself in the common room. She flipped on the television and was surprised by the number of available channels and the quality of the picture.

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

After the two boys were ~~handwavily~~ gremlin bit earlier in Chris' room, ~~Jack~~ Johnny and ~~Ennis~~ Chris headed outdoors to get to work and do what need's doin' to gather the herd and keep 'em secure on Crackback Mountain.

It was just that Johnny was a bit confused and glancin' over at Chris told him that the ranch hand was pretty much in the same boat.

"Ah, hell, Chris, I don't be seein' them heffer's 'round, do you? And the good Lord strike me dead if this here be Crackback Mountain. I'll be a yankee sumbitch if these here hills be called mountains."

Hands on hips, he glared at the ground.

"You thinkin' real hard over there or are you just as confused as I am?"

[ooc: Chris and Johnny have been, with permission, gremlin bit that was handwavily done. Welcome to Brokeback Mountain, Fandom style. Woot! Feel free to notice, gander, or just plain wtf at the boys.]

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Yeah, he had promised Johnny tomorrow, but he was bored and the though of spending one more minute in his room was making him want to scream. So there was a chimp in the common room, watching infomercials. There was also a pile of clothes hidden under the couch.

[ooc: Open!]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana was up on the roof, thinking about her options. And wasn't really happy with any of them. Maybe she should just go back home the way Lex was always bugging her to.

For now, though, she was just avoiding everything. And everyone.

[Open as roofs are, though she's not in the best of moods.]

ashockingbitch

In the kitchen area, there was a Jenny. And Jenny? Was wearing an apron. This was generally not a good thing. Luckily for other people, especially if they were looking for something to eat, she was not alone.

"Right," she said to Ronan. "Feed me, ~~meta for~~ Seymour."

((Open like a common room!))

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd ~~handwavily~~ put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. ~~Please wait for~~ Minimal OCD is up!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was bored. Bored, bored, bored. She was far too used to having class five days a week. She had on her pj's (a green tank top and Neptune High cheerleader shorts) and was lounging on the couch. One leg was laid out in front of her and the other was hanging off the side of the couch. Not the most lady-like of poses, but she was feeling lazy. She was flipping through the channels, hoping there was something decent on.

"Oooh! Blue Planet!"

[Tis open...yo]

Current Mood: bored

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Pacing was good, and so was smoking (arguably), when you were on edge about something; Anders just happened to be capable, believe it or not, of doing both things at once. And so he was up on the roof, pacing and smoking at the same time, trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's unsettling trip to the Underworld, or how frakking fast these last few days were going.

And maybe, if he thought hard enough, he could come up with a way to freeze time.

. . . yeah, right. He might've managed (even though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how) to knock out a demon, but that wasn't going to turn him into a miracle worker overnight or anything.

Stupid time, and its stubborn insistence on moving forward.

[OOC: Anders and Bel's thread locked to them, but the roof is open for all your roof needs, emo or non-emo.]

solo_sword

Jaina wasn't so good with being bored, which was why she had a project. After a not-so-quick ~~yet handwavey~~ trip to the junkyard to see what she could scavenge, she set up shop (so to speak) in the garage, where she didn't have to worry about being messy or getting in Inara's way, and could take up as much room as she wanted while sticking lots of pieces of metal together.

Hard at work and yet distractable.

[*demands* Entertain me.]

Current Mood: productive

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had just barely dragged himself out of bed, showered, and gone out in search for food after . . . well, a very nice night. He didn't make it very far, though, as evidenced by the fact that he was now sprawled out on the couch in the common room, a dopey grin on his face and no small number of bruises -- ahem -- on his neck and arms that hadn't been there the day before.

Food could wait. For now, there was just going to be happy, lazy lounging around.

[OOC: Open common room post is open.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Luckily, the Gym had been set up last night before the unfortunate changing into an animal incident.

There was a sign-in sheet and a table full of refreshments. There were also a lot of blankets spread out on the practice mats on the floor for more comfortable seating arrangements. There were signs all over the gym that said:

WELCOME TO THE FANDOM HIGH KISS-IN!!!!

There was another sign by the table that listed the rules:

1) Kiss anyone you like for as long as you like.
2) Not comfortable with kissing? Huggings are just fine.
3) Shirts are optional.
4) If you find yourself getting carried away, please take it somewhere private. We're protesting, but not everyone is not public orgies.
5) Have fun breaking the no PDA and 8 inches apart rules!

As of yet, Savannah was not there, but everything else looked to be in order.

There was no reason to wait for her to be there to start your protesting.

[[OOC: Welcome to the Kiss-In, the PDA protest that was indeed approved by

umbitch. ~~Please wait for the slight~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

Current Mood: bouncy

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

After getting home after Caritas closed, and promising Bel and Phoebe that no, really, he was only going across the hall tonight and he wasn't going to be drinking and he wasn't going to get into trouble really and he'd be home soon, Anders ducked into the suite's kitchenette long enough to grab his cupcake-baking equipment and the ingredients he'd ~~oh so handwavily~~ picked up.

Said paraphernalia was then promptly hustled down the hall to the common room and set up in the kitchen there. Just add water, and one co-conspirator, and he expected the results to be spectacular.

Or at least, very, very satisfying.

. . . he might have been less than entirely truthful about not getting into trouble.

Maybe.

[OOC: Anders is here for Ronan, but hey, common room, come on in.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

The Perseid meteor shower was going to light up the moonless sky that night and Andrew's inner nerd dictated that he would watch it happen. He had a blanket, a pillow, and a fuzzy bunny rabbit. And a lot on his mind.

Curfew be darned.

[occ: roof and post are open!]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Eight inches? Jude didn't know imperial very well, but that just sounded insane.

So there was only one thing to do, one logical course of action to follow. The resurrection of a proud Fandom High tradition (hey, he'd done it once before, hadn't he?).

So now, Jude was standing in front of the dorms in his Awesome suit, jacket and skateboard nearby, holding aloft a sign that said simply, 'FREE HUGS'. A stack of similar signs was at his feet.

[[I have to go have blood tests done soon, but post is open for hugs and for people to grab a sign and join in.]]

big-head-boy.livejournal.com

Dib had his telescope out, and was recording everything he saw out there to his laptop's hard drive. He was concentrating deeply on the stars, even though nothing was really happening.

[OOC: Look ma, no emo! The roof is open.]

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

Located in the fifth floor common room was Jeff. His hair was wet (for reasons he'd rather not divulge but which did not involve either showers or being outside), he was sitting propped up against a pillow (for reasons he'd rather not divulge and dearly hoped a particular someone else wouldn't either), and he was zapping pretty quickly from one channel to the next. Although he'd rather not divulge his reasons for doing so (now there was a surprise), he was in fact looking for Channel 4, but for one reason or another that someone entirely else must have come up with (and probably wouldn't divulge either, karmically), he kept running into BBC World instead (he was starting to suspect foul play).

Eventually he gave up and switched to what he considered to be the closest thing: a nature documentary about rather enthusiastic apes. His life was so exciting.

[ open y'all ]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

So there was this sharp, shiny new present from Parker in the weapons locker, and there was an Anders, eager to learn how to use it.

He was still a little surprised that Bel had been so quick to agree to teach him swordwork, but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it -- kind of nice to not have to worry about accidentally skewering your indestructible partner, really. And so, here he was down in the salle, trying to get the feel of the sword after getting his warmups in.

All he needed, as he tried to figure out if shirtlessness might be a dangerous distraction, was the boyfriend, now.

[OOC: Thread with

demonbelthazor locked, but otherwise open!]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River posted the safety rules for the first time.

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

She'd never been on her own here before, but it felt like a good step. Perhaps the practise itself wasn't as essential as reminding herself what she could do when she had to. She enjoyed this.

On her return she'd brought the Navy Colt Jane had given her to the weapon's locker, and now she picked it up, slowly turning the weapon in one hand.

[Shooting range is open, but thread with River and Jack locked to them.]

Current Mood: happy

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy was extra bouncy today since it was the last practice she'd be to for a while. She made everything ready, and then when everyone had arrived, she clapped her hands. "Hey guys! I thought I'd let you know that I've given a suggestion for a cheer camp list... thing... paper to the office, and I'm hoping for a positive reply! I'm going home - well, to my mom - next week, so this'll be my last practice until fall semester." She glanced over at Alec and then Aly and grinned. "I'm sure Alec and Coach Aly will take good care of you all."

She clapped her hands again. "Okay, have a great practice everyone!"

ooc: I blame the Doctor and the Master for this being up so late. Sorry!
~~Wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up!

willbedone.livejournal.com

Today's flag football practice found Willow in the gym. She had a clipboard, a blue gremlins cap, a whistle, and a terrifyingly eager expression.

"Hi everybody!" she said. "John's running late so he asked me to take care of organizing today's practice. So Gold Team, you have to listen to me even though technically you are not my people. Anybody trying to get around that will get reported to John who will then kick you in the shin. Or something else. I don't know what John normally does to keep you in line but whatever it is he'll do it! Plus you will feel the wrath of my stern expressions and my Blue Team can tell you that that is a fate worse than a fate worse than death. So there.

"Anyway ( on to the details of practice )

Willow then unveiled some Tupperwares that she'd brought with her. "And anybody who does a good job will get a cookie. Even Gold Team members though they are naturally at a disadvantage by not being as awesome as Blue."

Willow them beamed proudly and made shooing motions to encourage everyone to get to practicing.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice away!]

Current Mood: pleased

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

After work, John set himself up with food and in the common room. He flipped through the channels before settling on the thriller The Bleating of the Bunnies. "What kind of person would wear someone's skin?" he asked the screen, shaking his head.

Obviously John hadn't read the book.

[ooc: open!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John set up the gym for flag football practice. There were cones marking lanes for a passing/receiving workshop. Once everyone arrived, John and Molly demonstrated proper throwing and catching techniques. Players were then instructed to partner up to try for themselves. If they had questions or needed tips, John was around.

[ooc: The poll won in favor of practice! Thanks to

bruiser_in_pink for the idea. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Happy Father's Day! Edited cuz I'm a moron and forgot to list a time!]

not_in_the_book

Ronan got to the common room a little before 1PM, setting down on the counter the basket he always used to carry stuff to the kitchen. He had everything required to bake the cupcakes, and now was only waiting on Anders, who, thankfully, had actually gotten the voicemail he'd sent this morning. There was a vague wonder if anyone else was going to show up, since someone else had probably gotten the original voicemail the day before.

He was a little excited, and this totally had nothing to do with the potential for explosions.

(OOC: For the fellow cupcake experimenter, but open for all your common room needs.)

Current Mood: excited

demonbelthazor

Bel was in an extraordinarily good mood for some reason. He had no idea why, but why bother questioning it? Currently, he was up on the roof, having a cigarette as he enjoyed the cool night air.

Current Mood: happy

not_in_the_book

Ronan was at the kitchen facilities in the common room, preparing a pot of pasta. He had some olive oil and an array of spices in a basket on the counter, and was currently mincing a clove of garlic and throwing it into some oil in a frying pan in preparation of making a roasted garlic oil dressing for the pasta.

He had the urge to cook. It didn't happen often, so you might want to come by while he's willing to share. He's certainly making enough for whoever might come by -- this boy has not learned to make individual servings.

(OOC: Open like a common room is open. Come, follow the (v.v.strong) smell of cooking!)

Current Mood: chipper

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Flight workshop had been . . . well, fun in a nerve-wracking kind of way, if more than slightly exhausting, and Anders always felt a little bruised and cramped after spending time in the simulator cockpit. Something about being part of a battle against a droid army bothered him, though -- more than it should have, given he hadn't been alive during the Cylon War and the toasters had long since disappeared for their own part of space.

He'd dropped by to check in on Mac, which had taken his mind off of the whole droid thing for a little while, but hadn't completely banished his apparent need to brood.

Thus, quality roof time, complete with cigarettes. Seemed like the thing to do.

[OOC: 'tis roof-ily open, indeed.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has returned from patrol and has pulled out her supply of junkfood and drinks as she sits by the fire wondering about that strange dream she had the other night.

Versions of her were ridculing her for dating Zuko.

Extremely weird.

To take her mind off it she was throwing Twinkies into the fire to see if they'd explode.

stykera

It was already warm out, so Stark didn't see the need for a fire. So there was no fire and consequently no s'mores. There were, however, all the necessary ingredients for s'mores should anyone feel compelled to start a fire or to eat the marshmallows or chocolate. And there was Stark, sitting by the empty firepit and nibbling at one of the chocolate bars.

demonbelthazor

[Sunday evening, since there's a limit on characters in the subject line.]

It was raining out, but Bel was craving a cigarette, so he slipped outside and ducked under the eaves of the cabin, then conjured a fireball to light up. He glanced over at the sign on the door and wondered who had renamed the cabin. Had to be wishful thinking, because he sure as hell had never dressed as a girl, and never would. The manly part, he could live with that.

[ooc: Open, I am le bored.]

Current Mood: bored

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris woke up early and decided to sit outside on the porch with his hot chocolate so he wouldn't disturb his cabin-mates.

He was very much hoping for a quiet day. The whole crazy psycho killer thing last week had been more than enough excitement for him.

[open as posts outside are]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had got a fire going and was reclining lazily against a log with a soda and staring up at the night sky. The assignment in Treasure Hunting had him thinking about stars again and he was seeing how many constellations he could still pick out. When that got a little boring he started making up his own constellations and stories to go with them, wondering if he could pass them off as fact to Vala.

[ooc:open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

He'd been good about smoking lately, but after yesterday Anders felt kind of justified in wandering up to the roof and lighting up.

Especially after it had belatedly hit him that with everything going on in his life the past few weeks, he'd completely missed out on the first few weeks of baseball season.

Maybe he'd take a trip up to Boston again sometime soon, or maybe Baltimore, and hit the ballpark for a few days . . . it was worth considering.

[OOC: It's a roof, and it's open, and I have had serious RP withdrawal today.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had spent part of her day trying to save Jamie from . . . himself. She'd spent the other part of it saying goodbye to Walter. She'd managed to hold it together pretty well while she dug out her bottle of rum from beneath her bed, mostly by carefully not looking at anything in the room but her bed. Now, she was easing her way to a good, hard drunk, and the strong facade was falling apart.

Pip, Pippi, Walter, probably Jamie, all gone off. Veronica was on the other side of the continent, and Marty and so many of the others were graduating soon. Sure, she was going off with the Doctor, but. . . .

She'd finally found a home, here in Fandom. And now most of the people who made it home were gone, and she didn't know what that meant for her.

She just knew it hurt.

So she sat on the edge of the roof next to Bel's garden, drinking rum straight from the bottle as tears silently slipped down her face.

[ooc: it's the roof, so naturally it's open. But fair warning, the emo is strong with this one.]

blessed_twice

At some point, Wyatt grew bored with the blocks and orbed out of Chris's room into the common room. The TV had some cartoons on, but Wyatt changed the channel. Anyone observing might note he wasn't using the remote to do it.

He found a channel with a movie about dragons on it and clapped in delight. He liked dragons. He wanted a dragon. So he started to call it out of the TV.

But as luck would have it, he took a step backwards and stepped on the actual remote control, changing the channel to a popular children's show. And what he called out of the TV wasn't exactly a dragon.

It was a singing purple dinosaur. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?"

[Open, of course. Based on canon, but Barney wasn't entirely my idea. *bats eyes innocently* ;) ]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Barney

the_merriest

Rikku hurried down to the gym in time for cheerleading, hoping that someone, anyone, would have an idea why her boyfriend was suddenly a cat. Was it cat day or something!?

She set kitty!Jude down in the bleachers so she could help to set up the tables. And hoped he wasn't going to wander off or anything.

[~~Please wait for OCD!~~ OCD up, play away! Posting as it wasn't up yet.]

sensethevisions

Phoebe was relaxing in the fifth floor common room. Amazingly, she was kidlet free for the moment. Pandora had gone with Anders and Artemis, and Samantha had gone off with Cole and his flock. So, she was alone.

Alone.

Time to herself.

And missing her girls.

Yeah, she was attached.

Current Mood: contemplative

sensethevisions

Phoebe had ventured out of her dorm rooms and came out into the common room. She had started downloading radio podcasts onto her machine to see exactly what she may have done over the last week. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to listen to them yet as she was feeling antsy.

So, here she was in the common room, flipping through a magazine and trying to calm her nerves.

swerval_zero

Zero set up camp at a card table with a hand-lettered sign on the front:

EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE!
Sign this petition to show you want Alec to stay
Get a discount on admission to my new movie!

He does not have hairy toes!

It's not a bribe, it's an incentive.

Oh, yeah, she also had a basket of lollipops for petition-signers.

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Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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