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ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was Stacey's sixteenth birthday, and so there was a cake along with the usual snacks for everyone. The birthday girl herself would be having sugar-free gum, or something.

"Hey, guys," she said, "we know it's been kind of a... frustrating week, so this is just going to be chill-out time. So there's cake, and we can just talk a little, and then maybe we can get some of this energy out with a good pillow fight!"

Oh yeah. There were pillows, too.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was the week of prom, which meant there was a Student Council member behind the table, in front of a large, glittery sign reading PROM TICKET SALES. In fact, walking past it probably meant you were coming away slightly more glittery than before.

Someday the Student Council was going to require an intervention for this.

In any case, there was a glittery Stacey available to sell tickets to prom, and to collect votes for prom king and queen, and definitely watching any of the guys who happened to pass through the lobby. More than usual. And that was saying something.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

"I'm sorry I'm late," Rilla said, bustling into the room. "I was in my room daydreaming about Kenneth Ford."

She blinked. "Anyway, most of you seem to have an inordinate amount of time on your hands when you could be using it to help the needy, so I'm going to teach you to knit socks so that Ken's feet don't fall off because I don't want to marry someone without feet. Oh, and help yourself to the healthy snacks we bring each week so that Miss McGill doesn't die!"

Rilla's understanding of diabetes was...middling at best.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There were snacks (healthy and non) set out for everyone when they arrived, along with various magazines sitting there for people to peruse. "Hey, guys," Stacey began, "it's the first week back from break, so we thought we'd talk about what we did, share stories, things like that. For instance, I was back in New York." It was all very sophisticated.

"And if you don't have anything interesting to talk about, all the magazines have articles about Ryan Gosling, so I figured we could talk about him." Some people here didn't even know about Ryan Gosling. So sad.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

When the sorority met today, they'd find a lot of construction paper and various basic craft supplies laid out for them. Because this was what happened when Rilla let Stacey take ideas straight from her old Kid Kits.

"So with Valentine's Day being tomorrow, we were thinking of making our own conversation hearts," Stacey began. "You know those heart-shaped candies with words on them like 'Be Mine' and 'I Love You'?" Valentine's Day was sort of an evil holiday for her in some ways, really. "So we're going to make and personalize our own. We have hearts made out of paper and you can decorate them however you want, and slip them under people's doors. You can make some for your boyfriends or friends or someone you think just needs some cheering up!"

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There was a table set up in the lobby, complete with Valentine's Day-themed table cloth and a giant (glittery) sign reading "VALENTINE'S FLOWERS HERE!!" and a Stacey sitting there, ready to take people's flower orders.

And maybe to make sure people knew there was a dance this week for which they should buy tickets. And that someone should take her to it.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

"At our first meeting, Miss Borgia expressed interest in raising money to help charities," Rilla said with a smile. "Valentine's Day is coming up on the 14th and traditionally, the Student Council sells flowers for people to send to those they love, admire, or wish to make happy that day. Do you think we could sell cookies or candy--" she gave Stacey a small grin, "or perhaps little cones full of strawberries, to give people more options? There's also a dance that weekend--perhaps we could sell picnic dinners for that evening? Sandwiches require very little skill to put together."

She looked down at her own unadorned nails. "We could also offer to help people with their hair or makeup for the dance, but I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to makeup! Is anyone else better? Anyway, eat some of the snacks, drink tea, and come up with your own suggestions, please! Miss McGill and I are eager to hear them!"

Current Mood: pleased

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

The girls who'd signed up would have received ~~handwavy~~ emails telling them to meet up here in their pajamas, which miiight have given them a clue as to what Stacey and Rilla had them doing today.

"Hey, everybody," Stacey greeted them. "So, since this weekend was... a little different, we thought maybe we'd go full-on girl today and just have a little slumber party day. We have snacks, and movies, and maybe we can even get some gossip in about boys or something." She paused. "Unless that's traumatic after the weekend."

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla, inspired by the wedding she'd organized over the weekend, had filled the rec room with flowers, pots of tea and fancy sandwiches. She thought it looked very welcoming for any girls who might stop in.

And don't mind Stacey but she was going to love Rilla forever for putting out things she could actually eat. So she was in a good mood, and when it looked like everyone had arrived that was going to, she gave them all a big smile and said, "Hi there, everybody! Welcome to the first meeting of Kappa Delta Gremlin."

"I've been part of this sorority since I was a freshman," Rilla said, "and I'm not entirely certain why the name has to be in Greek. Anyway, our goals here are to have fun, make friends and raise money for charities. If you're interested in any of that, this is the place for you! Welcome!"

"So since this is our first meeting, we should probably all introduce ourselves and see if there's anything anyone would really like to do for an event?" Stacey said. Clearly she was used to handling the math end of meetings.

"And eat the snacks!" Rilla added. "Please. I don't want to drag them all the way to the fifth floor!"

[OOC: Open, even if you didn't sign up at the club fair!]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Even being back from vacation meant Stacey was still in a good mood, because now it was time to worry about homecoming. Sure, she still had to find a dress and a guy to go with, but she could manage that.

Today's mission, though: manning the ticket sales. She was out in the lobby at a table with a huge (glittery, natch) sign on it and the ballot box for homecoming court, you should really be interested in both of those things, yes.

HOMECOMING 2012
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE

And while she was waiting for you, she'd be trying to get some glitter off her hands. It would be a losing battle.

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal (though pretty much everything was colorful or chocolately or sugary. No Raisin Bran for you. Who were you people, who wanted like, Chex at Pajama Club?) as well as some milk and a set of bowls. Since it was still relatively warm out, Olive's pajamas were not particularly cozy, but they were, at least, pretty cute.

"Welcome to Pajama Club," she said, once pretty much everyone was assembled. "I'm Olive, if you didn't already know. And I'll be honest, this mostly started as a joke but I'm kind of super-glad that so many people turned out. Um, for our first meeting, I figured we'd do introductions and maybe you could share why you joined? Oh, and your favorite type of cereal, so I know what to get for meetings."

pursuedthestars

Jim's hearing was just now starting to come back. That was an exaggeration but he'd swear up and down that the early morning fire drill had caused permanent damage to his hearing and he should be assigned a personal assistant (preferably a very pretty, very female one) just to help him through the rough times.

But, he figured that request would be turned down since the school probably spent their entire budget on free food. Jim would take that trade off. He was a fan of free food and he wasn't shy about that.

His trip to the common room this week had yielded some pasta dish that he'd found in the refrigerator (and managed to heat up without starting a fire) and some documentary about mobsters.

It wasn't Cactibear but what was?

[Post open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

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. ]]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

So, okay, Olive had sort of...sublimated all the stuff from yesterday. It was just easier, if she stopped freaking out and just rolled with stuff. So, okay, yesterday she'd met a guy from another galaxy and a robot and hey her roommate could fly. No big deal. Really.

You know what was helping? TV. Olive wasn't like, a TV junkie or anything, but being able to count on a Sunday afternoon spent in front of a marathon of ~~the meta for~~ Futurama was like a universal constant. A multi-universal nexus constant, even, it seemed.

So Olive had brought out her sewing to the common room and flung herself down on the couch, eyes half-trained on the screen and half on her needle. Eventually, she might even get up and make popcorn or something, but that seemed like work. Right now, she was good where she was, thanks.

[open, totes. And do you know how hard it is to make up a meta for Futurama? I don't usually give up on these things.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There was non-buttered popcorn for sharing. There was also swimming on TV. And there was a Stacey who was trying her best not to look like she was totally ogling the male swimmers, even though she was sooo ogling.

And the guide said there was going to be volleyball too? Best night ever.

[This is what you get. Open CR!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had intended to spend her evening cooking for her boys: Jem and Jerry in Flanders and Walter and Kenneth in training in Kingsport.

Instead she was shrieking at a goat and beating it with what was left of her cookbook.

"YOU SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! THAT'S MY SHORTBREAD RECIPE."

The goat was sad, so sad, but not letting it go.

Just another Thursday night in Fandom.

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.

(

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.)

Current Mood: devious

wasthecuteone

Petra had fully intended to go along with this whole song and dance for a day or whatever, buck up, wear the uniform, in the name of just getting it over with.

That was, until she saw the uniform in question. Some things were not meant to be borne. More plaid than a lumberjack convention, ugly boxy cuts, and none of it in breathable fabrics¹? Oh hell no.

Upon returning to the dorms, Petra had dug through her sewing supplies, collected everything she thought she'd need, and relocated it all, including her sewing machine (which was set up on the coffee table), to the common room. She figured this was going to be an all-nighter, especially if she was going to restructure a blazer² into something figure-flattering, and she didn't want to test Dany's patience.

And now? She was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, surrounded by...well, mostly, at this point, pieces of cloth. Plaid polyester cloth. It might look familiar. And if the penny didn't drop then, the fact that Petra was currently taking a seam ripper to those pants might trigger a clue.

She couldn't fix this sartorial disaster completely, but she could remake it. She could make it better.

¹Not to mention the disastrous rise on the pants she'd been given, which were also about three inches too short--kind of astonishing when you considered practically everything else she'd been given was at least two sizes too big.
²Something she was actually kind of excited about attempting. Petra was kind of a dork about sewing sometimes.

((Open common room, y'all know the drill.))

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today when the girls got there, they'd find today set up like an afternoon tea. Because it was afternoon and there was tea and biscuits. Pretty self-explanatory there.

"Hi, everyone," Annie said. "First off, I wanted to tell everyone great job at the fashion show last week. You could work the catwalk like real models!" Even if they decided against pants.

And mostly seemed to hate colour. “We raised a lot of money,” Rilla said, smiling broadly. “More than the Junior Red Crosses of Glen St. Mary Lowbridge! And not just because of the time difference and subsequent inflation!”

This had not made Rilla a lot of friends at home. Raising money for charity was cutthroat. She waved her hand at the tables. “Next week is final exams, which hardly seems possible, so today I thought we could spend time to say goodbye to our senior sisters and wish them all the best in their futures.”

Annie maybe pouted a little. Look, she was off to the exciting land of community college, she was sort of sorry to be leaving here so fast now. "I know I can at least say that it's been an honor to know all you guys and help lead you in a sisterly way over the last semester, and I'm going to miss you all." And that was not at all a pause to totally not cry, nope!

Except for how she gestured for Rilla to go next because she was still pausing to totally not cry.

“Awwwww,” Rilla said, flinging her arms around Annie. “We’ll miss you too!”

That did not help with the not crying, no. So when Annie hugged her back while continuing with, "We have teeeeeea," it was really, really whiny. Sorry, girls.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There were pizzas in the kitchen. A few boxes of them, piled up in the kitchen, which Stacey found when she was going looking for dinner.

Stacey assumed she would have heard about any parties if they were happening, and one person couldn't possibly order all this for themselves, could they? So she put them out on the common room table and got some plates for people in case they came through.

She would make herself a salad. Whoever left them for the diabetic to find was kind of mean.

[Open!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Anyone involved with Student Council might recognize the setup: Annie and Rilla, a lot of ~~moddable~~ supplies, and an event to work on.

"Hi, everyone!" Annie said, cheerful because she was ignoring her mailbox in case it brought any more crushing disappointments. "We have a crush party tomorrow. So we thought we could spend today working on it." Throwing glitter on decorations was totally the same thing as making something look sandy and beachy, right?

Well, with the amount of glitter flying around the island, it was really only a matter of time before the beaches used it instead of sand, really.

“We have decorations to finish up, of course, and this is also a good time for last minute invitations to anyone you might not have worked up the nerve to talk to yet,” Rilla added.

If Bruce showed up to the party in the corset he mentioned yesterday, Rilla was going to be Very Put Out.

"Also maybe you could coordinate, just to make sure not everyone invited the same five people, or you can ask someone you were thinking about but they were really your #6 and someone else asked them so now you have a slot," Annie said. Not that that had happened to her or anything, but maybe it had happened to others! She was being helpful!

“It would be terrible if we held a party and only invited five boys,” Rilla agreed, looking temporarily mortified. “There are so many cute ones!”

"So let's get on that. Maybe calls could even be made if you want some support," Annie suggested. "Come on, girls, we've got a party to plan!"

Annie was a dork.

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

It might come as a surprise to some Fandom students to find, on their way into or out of the dorms or simply just looking out their windows, that there was a pair of girls in a tree staging what appeared to be some kind of protest. A very loud, very annoying protest.

Blame the gremlins, man.

"And don't you gentrifying bitches even think about cutting down this tree!" Rebecca yelled, pumping a fist in the air. Her uncharacteristically unruly hair flew everywhere. "This is -- this is a--" She turned to Stacey and lowered her voice. "Is it an oak or a red maple?"

[[oh god, so open.]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was still awaiting a call from the clinic about certain test results, thank you so much Rebecca, but that wasn't going to stop her from seeming cheerful at the start of the meeting. No it wasn't! "Welcome back, everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their week off."

“And happy 1915,” Rilla added merrily. “Though that might just apply to me. I was at home for Christmas and New Year.”

Which explained the Christmas cookies she’d brought along to share.

"And happy 1915!" How many people got to say that? In the appropriate context, anyway. "We thought that maybe today we'd just take some time to talk. This is supposed to be a sisterhood and all, so that should mean we're able to talk about things that are bothering us or that we might just need to get off our chests." Like if anyone had herpes or something.

“We promise to hold anything you share in the strictest of confidences,” Rilla added, eyes wide.

"Strictest confidence, promise." ...She didn't promise for the squirrels. They were on their own there.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

This week was... interesting. Stacey usually dated around, sure, but she had no idea what was with her this week. Which wasn't to say it was bad. Just... not exactly typical.

There was American Idol on the TV, not that Stacey really liked it, but because it was really hard to think bad things when people were screeching all over the TV. Except for when she found herself thinking Ryan Seacrest was kind of cute. She was just going to have to remind herself how short he was and not stop.

[Open like a common room! Let's give myself even more links, why not.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was just Annie leading the group today, and she did not look on edge at all. Nope. Not at all. It was hard to look on edge when you were trying to repress within an inch of your life!

"Rilla's at home at the moment, so it's just me today," she began. Which might not be the worst thing since Annie wasn't sure she could look her in the eye yet. Thanks, Loki. "And next week is spring break, so we won't be having a regular meeting here. Though if anyone going on the trip maybe wants to get together for a girls' night or something, let's hear your ideas!

"And," she said, looking just sliiightly uncomfortable, "I know this week has been really... distressing for a lot of people, and at times like this it's really important to know some ways to... relax." Hush, Rebecca. "I know in classes we've covered things like meditation, and plenty of people have been trying to get the word out about safe sex. And know that you can always go down to the clinic for information and materials. ~~Or to get tested.~~ So! With that out of the way, I thought we could maybe take some of the stress out in a healthy, physical way."

No, not like that. Because when Annie stepped aside, she gestured to a super-neat stack of fluffy pillows behind her. "I figured we could have a good old-fashioned pillow fight. I've got a few different types, including feather and memory foam. They're sorted by type and size. You don't have to worry about putting them back in place when you're done. I'll put everything back in order."

You really didn't see what she was like when she was on the drugs that made her super super focused, you reeeeeally didn't.

childhood-taunt.livejournal.com

Matt has been out on the rooftops, trying to burn off some extra energy only to come back to his room and find out that he had been sexiled. Again.

"You've got to be kidding me," Matt groaned as he flopped onto one of the couches. "This is the second night in a row."

He fiddled with the remote for a few minutes before it got he found a "Dirty Jobs" marathon.

"Huh. Ironically appropriate."

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla was poking around at the stove in the sixth floor kitchen when the other members of the sorority began to filter in. “Hello,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m so glad to see you. I’m Rilla Blythe, and I’m a sophomore, and Annie--” she waved a hand at Annie, “--and I are your leaders this semester.”

"Hi, everyone," Annie said brightly. "First of all I want to say thanks for being here, and welcome to the new people, and hi again to the ones we already know. We're going to have a lot of fun this semester, we'll make sure of it." Meaning they'd have fun if it killed her. Or them. Either one.

“Today we’re going to just get to know our new members,” Rilla said, then pointed to the cakes that were cooling on the counters amid cans of frosting, “while making cake pops, which seem to be cake-flavoured lollipops of some kind.” She was from 1914. They didn’t do this sort of thing there.

"They are! It's cake on a stick," Annie explained. "It's easy to make and you can decorate them however you want. So, you know, go ahead and express yourself! ...Through cake."

“And talking to each other, too,” Rilla added. “We have some fun ideas for the semester, but we’d love to hear from all of you as well!”

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Feeling particularly social today, Stacey had gone into the common room and made popcorn. She'd even made sure there was ~~moddable~~ popcorn seasoning available in case anyone else wanted some, and she could even put some on hers and not have to worry about it. Go Team Diabetes!

With snacks achieved, she found a seat and turned on the TV, and found that the channel was still on those same orange people from class. And when she went to change the channel... the batteries wouldn't work in the remote.

"...This is not funny," she decided, hitting the buttons on the remote again in case it decided to work this time.

[Idek, guys. Come on in!]

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!]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Stacey had learned something over the last couple days: most kids ate really unhealthy things. She'd known that before (she had babysat for a living, after all) but it was a lot more obvious to her now that she was in a boarding school setting.

So today she'd gone out shopping and bought some really healthy stuff to stock up the fridge and cabinets, since otherwise it was hard for her to eat. Besides, it couldn't hurt anyone to maybe try something that was good for them, and then maybe it wouldn't look strange if she was the only one in a setting eating a salad. With the TV on for background noise, she unpacked the grocery bags and put the food away.

See, Fandom, Stacey was being helpful.

[I so want to play. Open like an open CR!]

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1st floor lobby- all day

Kappa Delta Gremlin [1st floor rec room, Wednesday afternoon]

6th floor common room- Wednesday after classes

Kappa Delta Gremlin meeting [1st floor rec room, afternoon]

First floor lobby- All day (except 3rd period)

Pajama Club! - First floor lobby [Tuesday after classes]

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

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2nd floor common room- Thursday night

Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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1st floor lobby- Thursday after classes

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Second floor common room- Thursday evening

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