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elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen thought this was too interesting a situation to just let pass. When else would she have the opportunity to see what it was like being male?

So she ~~handwavily~~ put up a few signs for an impromptu get-together in the 5th Floor Common Room, picked up a ton of drinks and munchies and hoped that some people would show up who might be interested in doing some... experimenting... later.

[Open, of course.]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Television?

Check.

Bowl of popcorn?

Check.

Pi-Rats digging into said bowl of popcorn with piratical glee?

Double Check.

"I think you guys will love this show! It's so funny," Sora smiled brightly as he turned on the latest fad with reality shows. The talking animals thing was just never going to phase him. "I just hope Heather gets voted off... I kinda felt sorry for the ants they put in her bed last time."

[Open as CMs can be.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

So it came to be that a deal had been struck. Turtle really wasn't sure if she understood it, but, apparently, there was some doubt in Marco about his animal shifting talent, something about a time limit, and so that put a big fat stopper in his usual plans to mess a little with the newbies or people who didn't know about his skill. So when Marco proposed that she helped him out by keeping an eye on the time and coming up with a grand old scheme on how to get his animal self out of the common room before the limit was up, she promptly charged him ten bucks for the favor, then dropped it down to just five when he gave her those stupid pouty, puppy dog eyes and reminded her that friends didn't charge friends for favors.

Like heck they didn't.

Either way, they worked it out and now Turtle Wexler was sitting in the fourth floor common room (easier access to Marco's room in case they had to cut things real close), on the couch, sipping a cup of hot cocoa while watching the evening economics report, but keeping a very close eye on the clock. She also had her wristwatch set to give her the alarm when they came close to five minutes left in the suspected time frame. The chimpanzee formerly known as Marco was swinging around, and there were a few bananas on the coffee table in front of her.

The chimp kept trying to take the remote from her, but she would have none of it.

"Monkeys don't get to pick what we watch," she told him firmly, and then sipped her cocoa again.

Monkeys probably wouldn't have so much a problem with it if Turtle watched anything interesting.

[[ totally open, of course! up a little early for spishness if needed; Marco and chimp!Marco were totally modded with permission! ]]

Current Mood: mischievous

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

To Sora is seemed that his fellow cabin mates were mostly MIA. He hadn't really met any of them besides Hoshi even though he'd heard them moving around now and then, it was probably just bad timing.

So he hope that this was another chance to meet them and whoever else was around as he cooked hot dogs over the fire instead of fish.

Maybe people just didn't like fish?

[Open like campfires are!]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

No doubt, she mused idly, Turtle would say that she should be more confident and go and sit at other campfires rather than at her own.

Hinata rather figured she was being brave enough for the moment though, after yesterday, and with a little shrug settled down in front of the merrily blazing fire she'd started up. The things she needed to make s'mores beside her. S'mores were good enough for her right now. Rather than more bravery.

Not that she'd mind some company, but it was a bit to... effortful for her to seek it out. If it came to her though, she'd share her s'mores.

[Open, of course!]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

After Demyx and Naminé disappeared, Sora had been avoiding people but with everyone moved into the cabins and classes starting again, he couldn't really do that anymore.

He had to think on the brightside anyways there was always a chance that he'd see them again!! His world was funny like that at times.

Sora was happily poking at the capefire outside with fish roasting on sticks like he would do back on the beach at home. It really made it feel like summer for him.

[Open of course!]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Sora was making popsicles. Why? ~~Because he had a mouth fetish to give into~~ Because he just had a craving for them. Filling up the various popsicle holders with juice and stuff that he'd gotten at the store, Sora had covered almost the entire counter.

Now to freeze them.

He glanced at the freezer and then at the popsicles. It seemed just too long to wait.

Sora grinned and pointed at the kitchenette. "DEEP FREEZE!" Instant popsicles, just ignore the icicles hanging from the cabinets.

He grabbed a popsicle and left the other's there for whoever would want one as he plopped himself down in front of the TV.

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

He'd spent most of yesterday evening practicing what he'd been reading from the book. It all came down to disciplining his mind, which was quite a different thing from the seeming hibernation his had been through for most of his life. That said, he had progressed into a slightly more advanced exercise which involved accurate visualization.

And, it seemed, more trouble than it was worth.

The book told him to enter his mind, the blank space he had created there through previous exercises, and to make for himself an orange complete in every sense of the word. He was to know the feel of it, the scent of it, the heft of it, the shape of it, the exact color, pockmarks or spots, the taste of it--

That was where he kept coming into trouble. Because he was still thinking about food from his discussion with Karal earlier and when he got to the taste, he kept wondering how this or that might taste with the orange instead of focusing on the taste of the orange itself. That wasn't a problem until he started to get aggravated.

And an orange dropped into his hand.

Now he had a stack of the things, each one tasting less and less orangey as he got more aggravated and his mind scattered worse and worse. He only hoped the grunts and growls he was making weren't waking anyone up. Thankfully, the bunny curled up next to his leg seemed to be sleeping through them

[ooc: open as common rooms are and feel free to take one of the many identical oranges on the table; they'll taste like just about anything but straight orange so feel free to use your imagination!] [and that exercise is based on a book I can't find just this moment but was very good!]

the_merriest

This had to be the weirdest cartoon Rikku had ever watched. They were all weird yellow spotted animals fighting in an army with really bad dialogue and ... that episode was totally just a commercial for breakfast food. Then there was an educational segment about ... Peer-2-Teen Life Choices? Uh. At least the Thanksgiving special was pretty rockin. And then some guy sang a song about Spring Break! She was going to be singing that all week! "Kids, don't play with too many knives!" See? Informative and educational.

The common room was wide open, and Rikku was bouncing around with snacks watching a Cheat Commandos marathon.

("Cheat Commandos" is a fictional show from the Homestar Runner universe.)

Current Mood: bouncy

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was all ready and excited to be womanning the table in the lobby for the Masquerade ticket and the flower sales today, sitting with a generous offering of cookies (very, very, very free of the influence of pink), coffee, and a few of the star-shaped paopu from the store, hoping to get people hooked or, at the least, interested.

In her spare time between calling out to people passing by, she was arranging the cookies in ways that she hoped were subliminal messages for people to buy stuff, either from her in the form of tickets and the flower, or later on at the store.

[[ handwavey, OOC purchase of tickets and flowers are certainly acceptable! The flower orders in that post are screen for super sekritcy. I'm here all day, EXCEPTINGa small slice of time when I have to go grocery shopping in the afternoon! Thar, happy, Noah? ]]

raspberryturk

The order of the evening was bacon, mushroom, and class-assignment eggbaby omelets.

Reno was making them in the third-floor common room. He figured, the farther down the floors he went, the better a chance he had of letting the smell waft up to floors higher up to make eggbaby parents regret not eating their assignments, too.

There was really only one eggbaby going into the omelet, of course, because letting everyone else run around like idiots taking care of chicken eggs was too damn amusing to interrupt, but he had brought along another couple dozen actual eggs, and there was plenty of late-night omelet to go around.

All things considered, children happened to taste pretty good.

electric-sitar.livejournal.com

It was cloudy, and it was cold, but Demyx was in a good mood. He let his sitar vanish into nothing, and ran-skipped over to the edge of the roof instead. "Man, this place is seriously the best," he said to nobody, looking down over the railing at the school grounds.

At this moment, he didn't know how anything could be better than it was. He wasn't even thinking about Fandom wacky.

(for a couple someones in particular, but the roof is open, as it is a rooooooof~)

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had woken up this morning feeling terrible. So, oddly enough, he had no trouble rolling over and sleeping through the entire day.

And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.

Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.

Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.

(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)

Current Mood: moody

sensethevisions

There is the sound of static on then a voice comes over the loudspeaker system. It carries throughout the dorms and the school.

"Attention students!

This is Phoebe Halliwell, Jerusalem's assistant. If you have weapons in the weapons locker, get your asses up her so I can pass them out to you. If you do not, get your ass up here anyway as I am sure that I can find you a weapon.

Do not waste time asking stupid fucking questions, okay? There is trouble and it's up to us to deal with it.

If you do not know how to use a weapon, please stay the fuck in your dorm!"

EDIT: "The dorms are safe if you stay in them.

Students with weapons? Aim for the heads of the atackers!"

Current Mood: predatory

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