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tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had woken up very, very hungry. And she didn't want to wake up Mommy. That would be bad.

So instead she was very, very sneaky - she was going to be a spy after all and Daddy said she could be pretty too! - and crept out of the room until she found one of the big rooms with food in there. She was awfully disappointed not to see Bridge making 'paghetti this time or Auntie Parkie with food though.

But there was food in the cupboards. She knew it. And that was why there was a weetiny blond girl carefully scaling the counter to get to the top cupboards where she just knew the good food was kept.

[OOC: Open, of course!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia didn't have any classes on Tuesdays, so she was in the common room, sitting up with her laptop, the speakers turned up rather loud in an attempt to make sure she didn't unexpectedly fall asleep, as she tooled around the internet, looking for inspiration for something to do for Walter for Valentine's Day.

She paused every now and then to reflect that Valentine's Day had been a whole lot easier when she was single and didn't have to worry about weird traditions that she wasn't entirely familiar with.

[ooc: ooooopen. We're actually slow at work, today, despite there being three people out due to bad weather. . . .]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was out on the roof, just gazing out over the school grounds, getting a bit of good, cold crisp air before her only class of the day. She was thinking about the homework that she was going to have to work on for the weekend, or if she worked hard enough, she could finish tomorrow, and have nothing to do Saturday or Sunday. Yeah, she liked the sound of that much better.

She was sipping a cup of hot chocolate, humming to herself.

(ooc: totally open)

demonbelthazor

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

Current Mood: happy

demonbelthazor

After class, Bel made his way back up to the fifth floor. Instead of heading to his room, he sat down on the couch in the common room, picking up the remote and turning on the TV. He flipped through the channels, idly looking for something to occupy a few hours.

Current Mood: bored

cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com

Anyone who came into the common room on Saturday morning would have found two things.

1. Schrodinger in a pair of pajama bottoms watching Saturday Morning Cartoons and eating a berliner.

2. Three plates piled high with berliner. They actually were for anyone who wanted one.

Why did he do this? Does he actually have a shred of decency within his evil soul? Was he hoping to draw more people for observation or experimentation? Did he make too many by accident?

Did he even make them?

The world may never know.

_{[[Yes, the doughnuts are harmless. I just wanted to wax melodramatic. Open like common rooms are.]]}

sogothcally.livejournal.com

The TV was playing the DVD of last year's pageant. The ~~handwavey~~ posters had advertised this event, and there was lots of free popcorn for everyone.

Hopefully, Mr. Bristow would be pleased, and not kill Cally.

Cally herself was sitting at a small table, which had a bunch of bottles on it. There was a little sign saying "Viper Juice, $5.00 per Bottle".

Maybe it'd work.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

Conner had gotten himself some breakfast, and was now fretting a little about the voicemail he'd gotten from Jamie. Too late to do anything about it now, though. So, because he's brilliant like that sometimes, he decided to try and work on his final project for Humor to keep his mind off it. And he might as well start paying up on that wish. Two birds, one stone, and all that.

This meant trucking his laptop and a stack of notes out to the common room. Typing was frustrating, owing to the combination of leather gloves and laptop keyboard.

And just to top it off, when he turned on the TV for background noise?

There was an Abaranger marathon on. It figured.

[OOC: Common-room-ly open, natch. May be subject to bouts of SP.]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

A cold, shivering, glittery-slime-covered Conner McKnight, wearing nothing except a broad silver bracelet with a red gem on his left wrist, came dashing ~~through the snow~~ into the dorms and up the stairs to his room after a catastrophic incident with the Squishy machine at All and Sundries.

He hadn't been expecting a 10'x10'x10' cube to come out of the stupid machine, and he definitely hadn't been expecting it to attack him and eat his clothes. Thanks to Jane and Apu he'd managed to get out of it okay, but now he felt like he'd been sunburned all over. While red was his color, he didn't exactly like to wear it like that.

But right now? He desperately wanted a shower, and clothes.

. . . one slight problem.

His keys? Had been in the pocket of his pants. Which had been eaten by the cube.

Conner started head-dooring ~~but not head-Dooring, because OMGWTF~~, and then he did that stupid sort of thing where you put one foot on the door and then yank on the knob with all your strength. Slimed-up as he was, that only caused him to propel himself backwards across the hallway and into the opposite wall.

He could swear he saw little T-Rexes chittering around his head.

[OOC: Open, yo. Come help or laugh at the poor boy!]

nadiathesaint

After the buzz of yesterday, Nadia was feeling a bit gloomy again. She'd managed to get herself some soup without too much "I can only use one arm!" trauma, and that, combined with some hot chocolate, was working wonders for her ability to pretend it wasn't effin' freezing outside.

Her shoulder was aching again, though, and as she sat on the couch with the TV on quietly in the background, she went over what she could remember of the troll battle, trying to figure out where things had gone square shaped.

[ooc: open]

cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com

A lazy Sunday afternoon before vacation ended.

Schrodinger was stretched out along the couch with a truly staggeringly giant bowl of popcorn and was flipping through the channels looking for a spy movie.

_{[[Open. And if someone can remind me the Fandom name of James Bond, that would fantabulous.]]}

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

After a ~~handwavey~~ trip into town for supplies, Molly set herself up in the fifth floor kitchen to start baking for tomorrow. She was making a cake, cookies and as many pies as she could get done this afternoon.

Ray had been in class when she called him, but she hoped he could come help out at least for a bit.

[[OOC: Post is open. Any assistance would be welcome.]]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was on a quest. A quest to find out her destiny!

If only she could figure out what that was. . . .

She had yet to notice the cat-boy in the shadows, recording her every move.

[ooc: open, especially to those who signed up for the plot, but to everyone else, as well. Schrodinger modded with permission.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn stuck a sign on the door with some scotch tape.

APOCALYPSE CENTRAL! COME HELP RESEARCH, DROP OFF FOOD, OR CONTRIBUTE! DOUGHNUTS APPRECIATED.

Then she sat down at one of the tables, surrounded by old, thick, dusty, leather-bound books written in a variety of languages and selected one at random. It would help if Giles had given her anything to go on. What the heck counted as a minor apocalypse these days?

[ooc: Open to all. Dawn's *hugely* overreacting to the sign Giles left on Aeropaegetica. AFAIK, there is nothing coming that isn't already known about by someone--this is a non-starter, unless someone wants to throw clues in about their own upcoming plots. Otherwise, have fun making up weird prophecies.]

Current Mood: working

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair is busy working on plans for Damn The Man club this afternoon so he decided to doing something a little different for the protest. He's wearing a sandwich board with the words 'All beings have rights!' across the front and back.

[ooc: posted with permission. open for interaction.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter had discovered that he could play games on his computer with other people in other parts of the world.

Which was all well and good other than having his ass handed to him in online backgammon by some granny in Italy.

He was giving it another shot while the television played something he wasn't paying any attention to.

cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com

Schrodinger, in his flipping around, had found a rerun of "Wendy The Werewolf Slayer".

He was currently watching and trying not to snicker at the mistakes they were making about both vampires and werewolves.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com

Schrodinger was not really affected by the prevailing emo. He was either emo or he wasn't and we wouldn't know until we checked.

So Schrodinger just didn't bother to check.

"//There seems to be some sort of bizzare wave of bad emotion, Herr Major," Schrodinger said in German. "I think there's some sort of other cause.//"

"//Very interesting, Warrant Officer," the voice said from the small screen in front of him. "//What do your instruments say?//"

Schroinger pulled out a small device. "//Er... 145 GGSPL. Whatever that means.//"

"//It means,//" a higher pitched voice said from the screen, "//That there is a higher than usual thaumite count around the island. There may be something there of a supernatural nature that is causing the heightened depressing mood. Possibly a ghost, but no ghost has that kind of range. A demon? I shall consult my records.//"

Schrodinger was staring at a passing butterfly, having tuned the Doc a while ago.

"//Schrodinger!//" the higher voice said.

Schrodinger shook his head. "//I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?//"

"//Keep looking for the source,//" the first voice said. "//And collect a sample if you can.//"

Schrodinger stood up and saluted. "//Jawhol, Major!//"

The video on the screen winked out, leaving Schrodinger on the roof alone, watching the butterfly.

_{[[Schrodinger having a conversation with the screen is okay, but not the content. Nor is his Nazi salute. The roof is open though.]]}

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was intensely bored. So bored that he was sitting in the common room juggling the hackeysacks he'd picked up earlier at All and Sundries and eating popcorn. The television was tuned to the ~~Hitler~~ ~~Future~~ History Channel for yet another documentary on WWII.

He probably won't bite your head off if you want to change channels.

[ooc: As common rooms are, it is open.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was bored, so after a quick run into town to pick up some Ching Tai to share, she made herself comfortable in the common room with all three King of the Bracelets movies and started with the first.

She was fully prepared to helpfully point out the symbolism and archetypes to anyone who seemed to be missing them.

[Open and with Chinese food yay!]

demonbelthazor

Bel had learned about football last fall. Now he was pleased it was football season once again. So he'd taken over the fifth floor common room and was camped out with snacks and drinks to watch the games that afternoon. Right now it was the New England Patriots versus the New York Jets.

He picked the Patriots to root for. No reason.

[ooc: I'm hoooooome. Open, of course! :) ]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Patriots vs. the Jets

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John trudged up to the roof, thinking.

Not so much thinking as trying not to think. Trying not to think about the imposter professor, not to think about Syd, not thinking about everyone else who left.

Always leaving.

John stepped up on the ledge, toes hanging over.

Self-fulfilling prophesy said he'd live to defeat Skynet. Didn't say if he'd be directing from the battlefront or from a wheelchair.

He looked down at the ground 6 floors below. He hocked a loogie to see how long it took.

roof's open for emo-y purposes!

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was tired of being cooped up in her room. She still wasn't sure she was up to the insanity of a common room, so she decided to take advantage of the absolutely gorgeous night and head up to the roof.

[open!]

grenfelzer.livejournal.com

Having nothing better to do, Carmela was sprawled on a couch in the common room, channel surfing. Not so unusual.

What *was* unusual was the *way* she was doing it. The remote sat off to the side, untouched, and the TV was apparently changing channels on its own, every time Carmela said "No."

[ooc: a note about the Speech. It's in italics, and since it's the language of *everything*, your character will most likely hear whatever's being said as in their native language. If they listen especially carefully or have an ear for languages, they might be able to tell there's something unusual about it, though.]

cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com

Schrodinger had finally discovered the joys of cable TV not controlled by the Doc.

Somehow, though, he still found himself watching the History Channel. As usual, they were doing a Hitler documentary.

Hey, you are what you are.

_[[Open!]]

bookwormwood.livejournal.com

After a conversation with the twins that made her feel pretty horrible Matilda had retreated to her favorite escape, a very thick book. She might have been batting away a few tears with the back of her fist. She was curled up in a chair and and being very quiet. It was probable that someone might not notice her unless they actually entered the room.

((ooc: Open yay! For all you not out on the search))

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was cooking breakfast and making a list. So far he had a remarkable array of eggs cooked in different styles, a loaf's worth of toast, far too many sausages, and a few boxes of cereal sitting out next to a gallon of milk.

You'd think he was cooking for more than himself. While he worked, a small black puppy scampered at his feet apparently trying to stab a paper ball with a pencil held in his teeth.

The list was for Mary Poppins, who had somehow thought that he'd volunteered as her Teacher's Assistant.

( Pets and their people )

He knew there had to be more than that. He'd keep working on it.

[ooc: Help Walter with his list? Help me with the list. The food's for anyone.]

ranma-sao.livejournal.com

Ranma had finally gotten the punch out of his hair and clothes and when he finished a certain cute beagle was whining at his heels. After leasing Mizu he was walking around outside, paying much more attention to the sky then to what Mizu was doing, or what his own feet were doing. He was only pacing around the dorm at a slow amble, with Mizu doing most of the leading.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

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Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

The Roof - Thursday, early afternoon

5th Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

5th Floor Common Room, Friday morning after third period

3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Monday Morning (9 - Noonish)

Hallway Outside Room 314, Thursday Afternoon

Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

Fifth floor common room - Wednesday afternoon

The hallways, Saturday throughout the morning

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Outside danger shop, seventh period

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

3rd Floor Common Room, evening

2nd Floor Common Room - Evening

Roof, evening

Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Second Floor Common Room [evening]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

The Roof, Friday evening

Roof - Sunday Evening

Third Floor Common Room [Saturday Evening]

3rd Floor Common Room, Evening

Thrid Common Room, Sunday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday morning

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