[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com
Rory was in the lobby with as many pillowcases as she could find, and was wearing her bestest party dress. It was BLUE. She had pink tights on, too, and pretty yellow ribbons in her hair.

She was attempting to fasten a pillowcase to her head with bobbypins. Because all brides need a veil.

A sign that she had carefully made and stuck up as high as she could reach - so yes, about three feet up - on the wall read, GET MAREED HEEERE.

Vladdie was bouncing around, so VERY excited. Weetiny people! Eeee!

She had also raided her own stash of goodies, and there was a cake made of Hostess products piled up. It would have to do.

[ooc: Because seriously, how many little kids would love to play pretend wedding? And yes, I'm OCD threading this. Hang on okay, we're good, omg!]
[identity profile] sharon-valerii.livejournal.com
A tiny ball of nearlyfouryearsoldness awoke and yawned. She peered blearily around, not really recalling the sleepy plan to sleep on the stairs because stairs could lead to heaven. "Deedee?" Sharon warbled.

Not getting an answer, she pouted, lower lip sticking out as she noticed she was completely alone. This entirely completed the picture of a disaster, since there were still gummi worms in her hair, sugar dusting her back, and cracker crumbs on her socks.

Standing up, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on the sugar still coating it, then began wandering down the stairs. Up was less fun.

Coming up with a brilliant plan, Sharon sat back down and began sliding down, one stair at a time.

Within a few steps, she was giggling with glee.
[identity profile] sharon-valerii.livejournal.com
Having almost gotten lost (hey, there were dust bunnies to play with), Sharon finally got to the common room. She peered in to find no one there, then decided that made it hers.

"For Aer'lon!" she crowed, pouncing on the couch and standing on the cushions.

Then she became distracted by the idea of food again, and headed for the cupboards to find out what was in them. Investigation proved to take time, and a considerable amount of moving things. Until there was a pile of foodstuffs scattered around on the floor, a box of sugar accidentally spilled in one, and a happy Sharon munching on gummi worms she'd found in the back, somehere.
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
Sunday evening boredom. Cameron's in the common room bouncing a tennisball against the wall. It's more interesting than homework and other things. There might be some chocolate cake still about if you get there on time.

Also, there's definitely no Spice Girls music.
[identity profile] sharon-valerii.livejournal.com
Sharon stuck her head in the common room, ascertained it was (apparently) empty, and wandered the rest of the way in. She was still carrying the package of peeps.

Making a beeline for the microwave, she opened it and considered the amount of time one needed for peeps. Especially cursed peeps.

Choosing a setting at random, she placed the package neatly on a paper plate, and set it on the turntable.

It was, perhaps, bad that she hadn't noticed the shininess of the packaging. Even worse, she'd chosen the hottest setting, and five minutes. The peeps would have been toast, anyway.

Unfortunately, so was the microwave.
And then there were peeps rampaging through the streets of London... )
[identity profile] sogothcally.livejournal.com
At every bulletin board, above every water fountain, on every bathroom doom, Cally has plastered posters everywhere she can.

She's possibly a little over enthusiastic.
Cut for Image! )
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
Bridge decides on a whim to head up another expedition to the sixth floor. There are still lots of rooms that haven't been explored up there after all.

He throws a few neccessary things into his knapsack, and then starts wandering the halls in search of anyone who would want to come along.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are!]
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Student Council Party - Congratulate and Meet Your Reps!

The sign on the common room also said:

Pretzels, spring rolls, chocolate fondue, and nachos available

The TV is turned to Vanessa Saturn, in case you want to just watch TV and not talk to people.
[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com
It is probably something to be suspicious about when you see John Crichton and Cameron Mitchell working together and dragging pillows from the Common Room's couches into the hall. When those pillows then get used to build a fort that gives them a clear view over the staircase, that's even more suspicious. If they then even start to carry around buckets of water, it's safe to say that they're up to not much good.


((We advice that all characters that want to remain dry take the other staircase into the dorms. Anyone not minding some fun. Feel free to drop in!))
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker's got the cookies, Twinkies, and drinks, all laid out as promised.

The posters for herself, Marty, Alanna, Liz, and Phoebe are in here too.

She's just waiting for her classmates to show to discuss what they want to do this week.
[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
Parker put up a huge sheet of butcher block paper on the wall next to the mirrors.

Things Every Girl at Fandom Should Know

In her precise printing, she wrote:

Jack Harkness kisses very well. Ask him and he'll show you.

Lee Adama blushes if you flirt with him. Do it every chance you get.

John Crichton is so very taken. And Aeryn Sun is dangerous. Don't even go there.


And beneath that, she wrote:

Ladies? Add your own.
[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack begins decorating the hallway with streamers, ballons, flowers, and signs that read "H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y P A R K E R !!!!!" There might be coded messages in the signs along the lines of the fact that the second floor rocks the house down. Or maybe not.

Feel free to help him.
[identity profile] bugofjustice.livejournal.com
Tick was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. And he had too much on his mind.

He looked outside and saw snow. And so he went out to build a snowman. It was kind of lumpy and had wings. He called it SnowArthur.

You can come outside a build a snowman, too.
[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com
After receiving orders from Officer Tyler, Bridge and John are on patrol for any potental mischief that might be occurring in and around the halls of Fandom High's dorms. Looking in nooks, crannies, kicking away dust bunnies and helping little old ladies across the street, no stone is left unturned in their pursuit of mischief.

A stirring in the bushes?
A snap of a twig?
A groaning in a dorm room...okay, so maybe they weren't going to check that out.

But, beware mischief, you're hunted prey now!

[Come mischief hunting!]

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