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Well, graduation was over with, and most of Sparkle's crap was already packed up, and he had Lewis' word that when he got back to Toronto, they'd be just a couple of days away from moving into the new house that Lewis had been saving up for decades for. The only trouble was? Still a group home. And given the assortment of teens that Lewis tended to pick up, allergies were sort of a thing.

He'd begged. He'd pleaded. Hell, he'd threatened to live in the garage or something. No, Lewis wasn't going to budge.

No cats.

So Sparkle was now in the common room with Velcro, frowning at the little guy while he tried to make the best of his last day here, before... something something. Taking him to the shelter, maybe, or seeing how long he could smuggle his shouldercat around in his bookbag before Lewis took notice, or maybe actually running away somewhere after all and starting life over as a hermit in, like, sunny California or hey, the seventies were kind of okay. He could handle running away to the seventies.

But for the time being, he'd settle for making the best of his last day here before his portal would cart him off, by dangling a shoelace at the end of a broom handle for the cat to chase around the room like a complete lunatic.

"That's right, moron. You're a good stupid boy, aren't you?"

[OOC: Open! Probably Sparkle's last post on the island before alumni-land. There's a new owner in mind for the kitty already, no worries.]

myownface

Oh god, Sparkle hated today. Sparkle hated today SO DAMN MUCH but at least he had volunteered to sit and man the sales table for Valentine's flowers and dance tickets so he didn't have to be working at Dite's which would have made everything so much worse.

Oh god. If he had to actually be at Dite's later he was going to burn everything to the ground. Provided he survived the trek there through the snow, like, he was Canadian and he had the good sense to stay out of it anyway, but still.

... Look, he was here to sell flowers and dance tickets, and considering what was in the air besides an abundance of glitter and a shitload of snowflakes, he figured people would understand if he looked a little bit cranky about it.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

If you thought Sparkle was going to just let this weather pass him by today, you really had another thing coming. Glitter! There was glitter as far as the eye could see with drifts that came halfway to his knees around some of the corners on the grounds to the dorms. And Sparkle?

Well, Sparkle had an affinity for glitter, okay? He could do so much with this stuff. Stick it in more shower heads, throw it off the roof at people in water balloons, mail it to his enemies...

And that was why he had already stuffed his backpack full of the stuff, and had now started on filling a couple of pillowcases, besides. He was going to be twinkling for like a year, but like that was really anything new, and holy shit, the possibilities were endless, here.

Endless.

[OOC: Open lawn is open! GLITTER.]

stacyexperiment

When Gwen got here a semester ago, she quickly found out how weird the place was... and then kept finding out how much weirder the place was than she thought. So she decided to do the new kids a solid, and that was why there was a huge sheet of butcher block paper taped up on the wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms.

THINGS ALL NEW KIDS SHOULD KNOW

Somewhere under that, she'd written:

Sometimes you turn into a dude if you're a girl, or a girl if you're a dude.
Sometimes people are from space.
Or alternate universes.
The janitor's an actual troll but he'll give you paper for stuff like this if you ask for it.

Get to adding to it, students.

[This was decided on at the last anniversary, ngl. I'm gonna be gone for a chunk of the day, but you can ping Gwen if you're up for SP, or have your own conversations in this post, or just add your own stuff to the wall!]

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

not_a_moonie

There were two reasons for the party being organized in the second floor common room tonight. The official one was that Sparkle and Alana were both campaigning for seats on the Student Council and needed to get their names out there.

The less official one was that Minako's fifth floor party the week before had been amazing, and the hosts wanted to prove other floors could host something just about as awesome.

Other than the VOTE FOR ALANA and VOTE FOR SPARKLE posters taped to the walls, the set-up was standard for a dorm party. They'd filled a table with pizza and snacks (including, at Sparkle's insistence, homemade sparkler-topped cupcakes), and Alana had set up her tablet to play a mix of trancey pop music. The electronica battled for ear space with an intentionally campy sci-fi movie playing on the TV.

Everyone in the student body had gotten an emailed invitation, so now it was just a matter of seeing who would show up.

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

After going to class and doing some work out at the warehouse, Barry decided to take a break and settle in for a bad night of SyFy movies. Settling into the common room, he saw that someone had put out cake and an ice cream bar.

"Weird," Barry said with a shrug but turned on TV in the hopes of finding some kind of shark-themed debacle.

But unfortunately the TV was not cooperating. In fact it would only show one movie series in particular.

"What the fuck is Fandom Chicken? Holy shit. Is that Rikku?"

Barry's introduction into Fandom's sordid past had only begun.

[My way of celebrating the game IC before Barry's memory is wiped. Come have virtual cake and enjoy the glory that is FANDOM CHICKEN

spin_kick_snap

Kathy hoped no one on this floor would mind that she was taking over their common room, but she was starting to feel guilty about making the delivery people hike all the way up to the fifth floor with her orders. Fandom takeout tended to err on the excessive side, even for someone with as enhanced a metabolism as Kathy had developed. Camping on the second floor made her feel better for ordering so much as well as making it more likely that she'd find help eating it.

Tonight she'd gone for pizza. It just seemed fitting for an Adolescent Coyote marathon. Apparently the next season was starting soon and the gifs of the show flooding her dash made it look pretty neat, so she'd decided she'd check out the first few seasons and see if she liked it.

Not far into the first episode, she was discovering the show featured snark, bad CGI, and a pretty cast apparently allergic to shirts (except for the snarky best friend, apparently). She still wasn't sure about the actual quality of the show, but there were worse ways to spend an evening.

[Open!]

myownface

Sparkle was actually feeling pretty mellow, today. Even in Kenzi's class, when he'd gotten a couple of holes punched in his ears (and a hoop in his bottom lip, because just what Sparkle needed was a labret piercing, truly), he'd just kind of rolled with everything. The only thing that had kept him from being enabled into a new tattoo was the fact that he really couldn't afford one. He was still working on earning back the money he'd spent taking care of a kid for a month back when the island was going insane, and all.

So, he had a swollen bottom lip, because that sort of thing kind of happened when you punched a hole through part of your face. He also had a karate gi in his lap, and was going over the whole thing with a needle and thread, stitching rainbow fabric around the cuffs and trim and adding extra fasteners to the inside so that the thing wouldn't fly open if some crazy girl theoretically went out to fight crime or something while wearing it and got herself in a fistfight with some street thug somewhere.

You know, theoretically.

He also had the Cartoon Network on, because cartoons! Best day ever!

Heh... Sparrow smashed up the Ratmobile.

[OOC: Open common room is open! Sparkle's all kinds of chill, today. And watching whatever the Teen Titans Go meta is, because I decided he needed to be watching cartoons, and that was actually what was playing on Cartoon Network when I checked the schedule. New timeslot.]

spin_kick_snap

After a terrible day in class, Kathy just wanted to do nothing more than forget that today had ever happened. That, combined with the fiercest hunger pangs she'd ever had, had her limping down the hall to the common room on her floor, ordering more pizzas than she ever had in her life. And then some Chinese food. And a bit of Mexican to go along with, even though she had feelings about what they considered Mexican around here.

She also paid extra to have it all delivered upstairs because there was no way she could make it all the way downstairs and back up on her ankle.

The food arrived around the same time she found something watchable on TV; some anime that pitted giant robots with laser against tiny animals with magic that lived in bubbles. Or something. Look, it was very badly dubbed, which pretty much made it perfect.

By the time she'd watched the first three episodes, she'd inhaled three pizzas, two containers of lo mein, and four quesadillas. Not that she'd noticed that. With all the remaining food, it was hard to keep track!

[Open!]

myownface

Sparkle had literally no freaking clue what he'd just walked in on. He'd been headed to the common room with scavenging somebody else's leftovers in mind, and he'd gotten pretty immediately distracted by the weird vision of the guy in the crazy mask and long, floppy coat.

Really, he had no idea what amused him more. The fact that the guy seemed to be directing some sort of movie in here, or the fact that he was pretty sure the guy had been doing drugs at the time. Never mind the fact that whatever he was directing was named something as completely ridiculous as 'Fandom Chicken.'

"YOUR CLOSE UP WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT I MAY NEED ANOTHER SHOT SO THAT WE CAN GET YOU FROM A BETTER ANGLE."

... Sparkle was going to leave the leftovers alone and make himself some popcorn. Whatever the hell was going on here, it was comedy gold.

Hell yes, he was taking notes.

[OOC: Open! Because I had to dredge up Fandom Chicken for this BDE. I had to. Blanket permission granted for anyone who wants to quote Valentine if they tag in. I can't vouch for the other thespians who were involved in that glorious trainwreck, of course.]

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

flickofthewrist

The vending machine full of guns was still there.

Flick had stopped to actually look at the selection after he'd finished up his classes for the day. He was pretty flush from a day spent looking for the money that was popping up across the island so he had enough to afford something in there. He just wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to do. He'd always been more the type to use his hands or whatever was convenient (bat, pipe, box, whatever). Guns just weren't his thing.

But, this machine had to be there for a reason and with all the other weird things that were going down, he figured protection wouldn't go amiss. So, Flick guessed he was gonna do this. It was making him twitchy just thinking about it but still.

Had to be done. He pulled out some money and kept his eyes on the selection of guns, trying to figure out which one he might be able to deal with. He'd have to explain this all to Jude at some point, he knew, but whatever.

Time to buy a gun.

[Open place so the post is open too]

Current Mood: thoughtful

spin_kick_snap

Kathy loved Halloween. It was the one night of the year back home when she could pretend to be anything other than quiet, bookish Kathy and become someone loud, exciting, and colorful. Even here, where she was doing a semi-okay job of that by herself, Halloween remained the best holiday ever.

Which was why she had put on a pair of mouse ears, a silly outfit, and whiskers made of eyeliner and grabbed a pillowcase.

She was going to go trick or treating around the dorms, dammit. There was candy falling outside. No one had the right to complain about not having any candy.

...And hopefully not regret this too much tomorrow, after the sugar crash and resulting embarrassment kicked in.

[Open for anyone who wants to join her on her rounds, make fun of her for being a dork, or to have trick or treaters hitting up their room! Express permission given to anyone who wants to mod Kathy knocking on their door.]

nottrivial

It was a mark of Alec's truly impressive disinterest in Fandom goings-on that he'd managed to miss the arrival of the new students without even knowing the picnic had come and gone. He had spent his break week preoccupied with what he considered more important things. Training, mostly. There had been a couple trips to the mainland for patrolling and the like, but for the most part he'd been at the gym and the range.

And the start of the new term of classes did nothing to interfere with that routine, because here Alec was again, halfway through a quiver of arrows that certainly wasn't his first of the day, face glistening with sweat as he fired off one after another. Arrow after arrow pierced the target, forming a tight, compact cluster around the bullseye.

You might even say Alec was working through something.

[[open!]]

whenshewasnice

There were freshly made pancakes in the common room.

There was also maple syrup available.

Oh, and a Canadian. Sometimes you had to live up to stereotypical expectations. And Natalie had missed the newbie picnic due to having been a snake at the time, so this was her vague, belated welcoming gesture. Or something. Really, she'd just felt like having pancakes this morning, and it didn't hurt to make more than what she really needed for herself. She was feeling pretty okay, and therefore it was an okay day for breakfast food related socializing.

Or, if no one came by, an excellent day for sitting on one end of a couch stuffing her face with pancakes while watching some random rerun of a reality show on MTV. Because that was what she was currently doing.

[ooc: Open, duh. ENTERTAIN ME.]

myownface

Castor oil? Check. Pure shea butter? It had taken Sparkle like a full morning of navigating freaking Baltimore in shit-is-it-really-this-hot weather in order to find the damn stuff, but yes, check. Cheap-assed bowl-in-a-pot-of-water double-boiler system? Check. Little containers with lids on them? Check. A spoon and more paper towels than he knew what to do with? Check, check.

Box of Crayolas?

Double-check.

Sparkle was a man on a mission today, after having found a recipe online for non-toxic homemade lipstick in any colour there happened to be a crayon for. He had everything he needed in order to make it, which was surprisingly not all that much stuff at all, and now he was hard at work poking through a box of 64 crayons to figure out which ones he had always secretly wanted to smear all over his lips.

"Granny Smith Apple? Fuck yeah."

[ooc: I've been meaning to do this for weeks, and now that Sparkle has thumbs again, I can! Common room is open for common room things, and Sparkle will be happy to let you make lipstick if you have your heart set on it, too!]

myownface

It wasn't a bad day. Not really. The weather didn't completely suck, Sparkle didn't have work or classes or anything. Hell, his detention for camel-stealing wasn't even until the end of the week. Nope, it wasn't a bad day at all, really.

It it was still a Wednesday. One of those 'halfway over' Wednesdays that had Sparkle making faces at the prospect of slogging through the rest of the week. And, to top all of that off, he was bored. Nightfall wasn't even for a few hours yet, so he couldn't amuse himself by running around the island, trying to break into places he wasn't supposed to be.

If he was going to pass all of that time between then and now just sitting around, he was going to take advantage of the above-freezing weather in order to sit up on the roof and have a smoke, then. Because why spend a boring Wednesday afternoon doing something productive? Hah.

[Open roof is open and I'm around! I'M TAKING A DAY OFF DAMMIT.]

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

A challenge had been made, and accepted, and the day of reckoning was at hand.

Minako had been the one to find the karaoke machine in the closet of the rec room, with squeals of "Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" while Sparkle had been left in-charge of snacks.

...just...Minako was not going to vouch as to whether or not the punch had been spiked yet, okay?

[Open post!]

Current Mood: accomplished

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

ultron_junior

Victor had skipped the weekend trip to space, since he'd gotten the general impression that the world involved wasn't a great one to be an android in. Which was fine, he understood the prejudice didn't come from nowhere -- it just had him feeling left out to see the building a little quieter than usual this weekend.

But the fact every channel on the common room TV was showing something space-related? That was just the island mocking him. He flipped from a documentary about the International Space Station to a Z-Cases rerun to a Space Battles movie marathon, finally settling on Things-to-Come-Opolis. At least with that, he could laugh while he sulked.

He'd claimed some chips from the kitchen and was willing to share, if anybody else was around.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

Current Mood: annoyed

wasthecuteone

Petra had come down after the Student Council meeting to set up the rec room for the Pride meeting, hanging the banner and rainbow flags, and setting up ~~handwavey~~ snacks, including a tray of cupcakes, on a table, along with a jar labeled 'SNACKS! BECAUSE I'M NOT MADE OF MONEY,' which was located in an obvious but not obnoxiously front and center place.

"Hey, everyone!" she said once people appeared to have finished trickling in. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Petra West, and this is Pride. Which is LGBTQ Pride. For those of you who don't know what that is, I have informational pamphlets, please come see me to get one of those. If this isn't the club you meant to join, no big, you can leave now or you can stay if you want. We have a new faculty sponsor this year, Mr--uh, Thor, so let's all make him feel welcome." Petra thought he might have been drawn by the rainbows, but as long as she had a signature on her club form she was happy. "And please consider throwing whatever you can spare in the snacks jar, if you get a chance.

"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 didn't get a chance to join at the club fair who'd like to join!))

myownface

Okay, so Sparkle had attempted to detach the velcro-cat several times on Thursday, to no avail. And on Friday, he'd been kind of flattered that the little black blob of clingy kitten had stuck around, but kind of concerned all the same. It wasn't as though he knew how to take care of a pet, after all. He'd fed it a can of tuna, gave it some water, and took it outside to do its business a few times, because it wasn't like he owned a litterbox or anything.

When Velcro was still around this morning, he'd relented. Even used some of the money he'd been saving from working at Demon Marcus to get cat supplies that morning, because... well, if it was going to stick around, it was probably a good idea to keep it from crapping in his laundry pile or something.

The thing was, Velcro didn't seem to like the crunchy cat-kibble things that Sparkle had bought. A bit of a piss-off, since he didn't have all that much money in the first place, but hey, that was what common room food was for, at least until he could wean the little guy off of people-food. A rummage through the cupboards, at least, yielded some canned food that the kitten did seem to like.

"Hah! Cats do too eat ham!"

Why did Fandom let Sparkle keep the cat, again?

[OOC: Open common room is open, and all Sparkle threads will be fuelled by the power of chocolate-covered espresso beans. Fear.]

nottrivial

Alec had a cat.

She was grey and tiny -- much, much less fat than Church, his cat from home -- and had claimed for herself a spot in his lap. She also seemed oddly fascinated by his tea, occasionally swiping her paw into his mug in fascination. There wasn't a whole lot Alec could do to stop her, either; he tried moving his mug to the table beside him, and then to the back of the couch, but she only tried climbing after it, and Alec thought he should probably avoid letting her do that.

Which was why he had no choice but to leave her alone on the couch for just a moment as he got up bring the teapot from the stove over to the table for a refill. When he came back, though, he found that in his absence, the kitten hadn't been playing with the mug, but had instead managed to open the six or seven other Pokéballs that had been scattered around the couch.

Alec blinked. "I guess I asked for that."

And so he sat down on the couch, surrounded by kittens that immediately scrambled to snuggle him.

It was probably a pretty weird sight.

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.

Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.

And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.

[open, la.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

...so Cade had to use the karking bra that Karla had included in his welcome basket.

Ask him--her?--how thrilled he was about that right now.

SO THRILLED.

He was also very thrilled that someone seemed to have eaten his common room out of Cocoa Puffs, which was why he was currently curled up in a sulky ball on the sofa looking for something to watch on television.

[OOC: So open!]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Tonight, Toby decided, was a 'laze around in the common room with pizza and hilariously terrible movies' sort of night.

Which was why there were a number of pizza boxes on the table, and Cactibear- that made-for-TV classic about a half-bear, half-cactus that killed base-jumpers- on TV.

Aww yeah.

[eta: FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP RIDICULOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT'S HAPPENING ON SCREEN, GUYS. ANYTHING GOES.]

endsthegame

There used to be a time that Ender spent most of his nights up here. He hadn't realized until now that he slept slightly longer, and longed less for quiet and solitude than he once did-- he hadn't forgotten why he used to come up here, but he had forgotten to do so for... over a year now.

And since Ben seemed interested in doing the nostalgia tour of Fandom one last time before they left, well, it was time to change that.

He went up with a thin blanket very early in the morning, shortly after hitting the pool. Wrapping it around his shoulders, he sat down on the ground and waited - for Ben, and for anyone else who might make their way up onto the roof, the way they always had even when he hadn't wanted them to.

[[ open! ]]

myownface

"I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour!"

No, it wasn't a repeat of that weird day when everybody was prone to bursting spontaneously into song.

"The day she died the neighbors came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from too much pills and liquor"
But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest corpse, I'd ever seen!"

Sparkle hadn't been bitten by a gremlin, either.

"I think of Elsie to this very day
I remember how she'd turn to me and say
"What good is sitting all alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret!"

Truth be told, the television wasn't even on.

"And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm going like Elsie!!"

No, it was none of the above. The occasion, really, was that Sparkle was making a sandwich on a Friday night, and he damn well felt like singing show tunes, and to hell with anybody who didn't like it if he was doing so at the top of his lungs. They should just count themselves lucky that he hadn't brought his tin pennywhistle into the common room with him, to play between verses.

[So, so open!]

3girls-1core.livejournal.com

Sholeh was dealing fairly well with the cabins. She was used to sharing close quarters, even if normally it was just with her sisters. Never being alone made for usual ideas about space and privacy. Sharing a tent with a swan--though Lucrezia was a very well-behaved and gentle swan--was something new entirely.

And so were s'mores. Tasty, tasty s'mores.

The light from the campfire was bright enough to read by, and Sholeh was alternating between making s'mores for herself and feeding Lucrezia strips of bread.

suitably_heroic

It wasn't that Atton didn't know they were supposed to be setting up tents, it was that he couldn't be bothered to.

He'd spent enough time in subpar living conditions on Nar Shaddaa (and... elsewhere) to know that he wanted to avoid being in them at all costs whenever he got the chance. Right now, that meant stalling time until he actually had to deal with them. And hey-- if he waited long enough, someone else might have set up his tent for him, right?

So he'd be spending his time out here today. Hanging back in a seat on the desk, flipping pazaak cards. Been too long since he met anyone who knew how to play the game, and he didn't want to lose his knack for it. In a way, he was working, really.

Never hurt to remember how to play pazaak.

[[ open! ]]

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

First Floor Lobby, Friday

The Front Lawn of the Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

The wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms- Sunday all day

4th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

Second Floor Common Room, Monday After Classes

Fifth Floor Common Room, ALL DAY (and Night) [Wednesday]

Fifth Floor Common Room: Friday Evening

Second Floor Common Room, Weds Afternoon/Evening

Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Dorm Lawn, Tuesday into Wednesday Night

dorm lobby ; tuesday afternoon

All Around the Dorms, Thursday Evening

The Shooting Range | Tuesday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

The Roof, Wednesday Afternoon

1st Floor Rec Room, Sunday Afternoon

Third floor common room [morning]

Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

Pride Meeting, First Floor Rec Room, Friday Afternoon

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]

Third floor common room [morning]

Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

The Roof, Tuesday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Main Campfire, Sunday Evening

The Deck, Sunday Morning

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