[identity profile] holy-daughter.livejournal.com
Lucrezia wasn't certain how time passing here affected time's passage back home. If the ratio were a simple one-to-one, then today would be her sixteenth birthday. But she had not been gone nearly so long in reality, which meant it seemed false to claim it as such, even if she had perhaps lived the days necessary.

What was required for today was an alternative to the increasingly aggravating costumes the guests had insisted upon. Lucrezia had many old dresses that she did not mind sacrificing to this cause; there simply had to be a way to extend her dress such that it fell to the floor as dresses ought to do. And perhaps some petticoats underneath?

She had enlisted Petra's assistance, and the two had decided that this should be open to any who wished to change their garb -- or, even more simply, to come and spend time and gossip about their odious benefactors.

The sign outside the common room simply read, SEWING PARTY. Snacks and drinks provided, as well as copious amounts of needles and thread -- bring only yourself and, should you like, the atrocity known as your school uniform.

([livejournal.com profile] wasthecuteone modded with permission. Sewing party! All are welcome! Come if you want tweaks to your outfit, or if you just want to hang out.)
[identity profile] knight-fatali.livejournal.com
In his time at Fandom, Seifer had turned into a dog, a kid, a famous photographer on a reality show, and a priest who slept with his best friend, her boyfriend and a few other people.

So waking up as a girl with an impressive rack didn't even phase him. He just pulled on some clothing and headed to one of the clothing stores in the village to buy a few things he needed but didn't have. Really, this was way better than being a dog or the priest.

Now, he was camped out on the couch of the Fourth Floor common room and was watching some cheerleader movie. Because he could.
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[personal profile] life_inshadow
America's Next Top Model Tara Maclay -- in lingerie, full makeup, and tottering heels -- was posing along the edge of the roof.

It was cold on the roof, and a little high up, but that was okay. This was for art, or at least a Cover Girl contract. Tara smized and tooched her booty just that little bit more. She was not going to be the contestant who flamed out in the first shoot of the season.

"I've wanted to be a model ever since I was little," she told no one in particular during a break from filming. "And I know I can beat the other girls. The lesbian thing ... I don't want that to define me this cycle. You know? I want to be Tara, the really good model, not Tara, the gay girl." She fiddled with the straps of her negligee thing, as if all of this required considerable concentration. "At least, unless one of the other girls is into me."

And then it was time for her to get back to working it and being fierce.

[OOC: For all our Top Models and anybody else who wanders up!]
[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com
The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"


So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(There will be OCD for this. OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)
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[personal profile] wasthecuteone
It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other moddable snacks and drinks. There was a handwavey party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))
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[personal profile] momslilassassin
Ben hadn't exactly been getting a lot of sleep these days, so he finally gave up on trying and wandered into the common room barefoot in search of coffee and something other than the list of Fandom students and alumni who hadn't made it back to the island by yesterday evening to keep his mind busy.

He flipped the television on...and found that it was showing a gremlin-bite tape of his father and Gavin Kriffing Darklighter thinking they were gay German magicians.

"Poor Artoo," Ben murmured, a small smile playing across his lips.

This was certainly distracting, but Ben might not be so pleased the next time a Skywalker gremlin bite came onto the screen.
[identity profile] knight-fatali.livejournal.com
It had started out fairly simple that day. Wake up, go to class, get in some sparring, then head to the laundry room to do his laundry for the week. Yeah, Seifer had a bit of a routine, and having a gremlin pop out of the dryer and bite him on the ankle was not part of that routine.

Seifer only had a moment to feel true horror before his expression shifted, becoming bland and disinterested. He straightened up and looked down at himself, and that bland look wrinkled in a moue of distress for only an instant before smoothing back out.

"Oh, this just won't do," he said as he sauntered from the room.

Several long, loooong minutes later, Seifer... sorry, Lady Gaga appeared in the common room on the fourth floor, perched delicately on the edge of the couch, dressed for an evening in, while catching up on episodes of some model show she had missed.

Come, her adoring monsters. Show your queen love.
[identity profile] unburnt-queen.livejournal.com
Dany had gotten another letter. She was now missing two different bloodriders, and at this rate, all of Westeros would be gone in days. And she didn't know how to make it better, or what to do, or how to fix any of it. And after speaking to Chuck, she came to the realization that no one else was coping much better than she was.

So she decided to do what she knew how: she would provide. She couldn't cook, no, but she could just barely work a phone, so it wasn't long before the common room was filled with Chinese food. Dany opted to eat with a fork rather than the silly sticks, of course, but it was filling and warm and good, and she pressed buttons on the television until she found something light and easy to watch.

It made nothing better. But it helped, the tiniest bit.

[oooopen!]
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[personal profile] dollpocalypse
Topher was exploring.

Usually he had to be careful. Mom and Dad didn't like it when he went too far or wandered outside. But today Mom and Dad weren't around, and anyway he had all the necessary precautions -- his safety goggles, a pair of gloves, and a magnifying glass -- just like the scientists on TV. So it should be safe to see what was nearby.

Like in this room, the TV was all weird and skinny, not like the TVs at home. He wanted to go behind it to see what wires did what, but Mom had yelled at him last time. So instead he took his magnifying glass and used it to look at the buttons on the remote, but really, really big. It looked cool!

While he played with the remote, he turned on the TV. Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons... ooh, but a special about fireworks was on! That was enough to distract him from the buttons, so he came up closer to sit on the floor and hold up the magnifying glass to the TV instead. It made the fireworks all big and pretty.

It was a good thing there weren't any big kids around, he decided. They would just laugh at him like the kids at home. Better that he had this whole big room and TV all to himself. 
[identity profile] iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com
Last time Dave was down here with a table, he had free jam as a way of selling himself (not like a prostitute). Today he had tickets to sell for Homecoming. But that wasn't the only difference between now and then. Now the sign he had with him had a whole lot of glitter.

HOMECOMING 2011
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE!!


And that meant he would have some glitter on him for weeks. At least it made him appear more festive.

And also there was, of course, the box for voting for Homecoming Court. It had been there the whole time. Really.

[OOC: Up early because I would forget it if I had to put it up in the morning.]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"Here!" Kenzi was carefully putting her stolen butter sculpture down, and then beaming at Seifer. "You're sure you can make it so these don't melt?"



[ooc: for the partner in crime kidnapping victim political protester first, but feel free to react to the Art Installation. Kenzi, at least, is entirely subject to any Detentions or punishments that seem reasonable.

Installation up! AVENGE THE BOVINE! FOR THE DAIRY COWS!

Both are okay with whatever Detention they've earned.]
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[personal profile] wasthecuteone
The cupcakes this week were just Funfetti, as Petra hadn't had the time or the budget for anything fancier, but sometimes you just had to have Funfetti, and still: cupcakes. To drink, Petra had provided coffee milk, the drink of her people (Rhode Islanders), along with regular old plain milk and chocolate milk, and soda for those who weren't feeling the milk. Also, the enormous, sparkly 'PRIDE!' banner was hung up along one wall.

"Hi, guys!" Petra said once people had stopped arriving. "I'm Petra, and I started the club so I guess I'm in charge here. So, business first. Apparently I didn't make this clear enough at first, my bad, I've never run anything like this before, but this is an LGBTQ Pride Club, which stands," yes, she was going for the small words here, "for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Questioning. Or Queer. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. Vice Principal Deadpool has agreed to be our club sponsor," even if he did think it had something to do with tracking down some kids, "so let's hear it for him, and I have a jar set up by the cupcakes, and if anyone wants to throw in a dollar or two toward snacks that would be great, because I'm kind of..." she pulled a face. "Not made of money.

"So, okay, this week I want to keep everything pretty low-key, and if at any time someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this is not a safe space, please speak up. That said, if someone's feeling uncomfortable or like this isn't a safe space because you're straight and you feel like your straightness is being 'threatened,' you have three options. One, get over it. Two, you might want to think about whether you belong in our Q ranks. Three, there's the door, you know how to use it. That said, I'd like everybody to introduce themselves, give your year, tell us a little about yourself, and you can say why you joined the club if you want to, and then I'd like to hear any ideas you have for things we can do in the club this year. Okay? Okay."

((Open to all Pride members and anyone who'd like to join who didn't get a chance at the Club Fair!))
[identity profile] knight-fatali.livejournal.com
Thanks to the care package that had handwavingly arrived from Fuijin on Friday, and the pretty little bottle of glowing liquid it had contained, Seifer had slept for damn near 48 hours, and felt much better for it. This meant the tall blond had slept through the welcome picnic the day before and had absolutely no idea that there was newbies on the island.

Of course, that still wouldn't have stopped him from standing at the counter in the small kitchen area, in just his boxers, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while he watched television. He had no idea what started this world's fascination with these 'reality' shows, but he was quickly understanding the addiction. Especially this one about those stupid people from Jersey or something.

The orange skin was kind of terrifying. And the hair. Definitely the hair.
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
It being a Wednesday with very little to do but plenty of exploring and treasure hunting and trying to hunt down that Jim for her overdue ride on his surfboard, Ariel slept in and then, when she woke up late that morning, got out of bed, stretched, showered, and then headed out to the main campfire. Under one arm was a bunch of marshmallows; the other held some graham crackers and chocolate bars, and she got a fire...ugh, what's the word? BURNing in the fire pit. She then went and found several sticks that looked long enough and took to the task of plopping marshmallows on them and thrusting them into the fire.

S'Mores! Breakfast of champions!

Of course she had plenty to share and, even if no one showed up to partake, well, then, that just meant more for her.

[[ open campfire is open, of course! ]]

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