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nobodysbatman.livejournal.com

So Scott had survived his first week at boarding school without so much as a scratch, let alone being eaten by a troll.

... Although he hadn't exactly dismissed his roommate's plan to bargain for their safety from them, because it didn't hurt to be safe, okay?

Anyway, he was celebrating a successful first week just as any other teenage boy would: with plenty of pizza and a marathon of Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out.

toomuchmoop.livejournal.com

One things that definitely held over well into the future was that Saturdays were for being lazy and doing absolutely nothing, but, eventually, especially for teenage boys, the stomach got a little hungry and food had to be procured. So Danny got up, had a nice shower that involved a sim of being a giant radioactive monster stomping on some village...abandoned, of course, only wholesale destruction with no holographic persons harmed, then headed into town to collect what he needed to come back to the dorm room and fix up a feast truly fit for a Saturday. Danny was no cook, by any measure, but there was one thing he would always know how to make.

"Awww, yeaaaaah! Soft tacos!"

Loading up a plate and leaving plenty around that he might make a bot to clean up for him later, he went to crash on the couch and find out what sort of things people watched on Saturday afternoons in the twenty-first century.

He would soon discover that stupid Saturday television was also a thing that had not changed with the millenia, either.

[[ I HAVE A SATURDAY OFF. This is historical, guys. Open common room is open. Soft tacos for everyone! ]]

robinonadderall

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

suitably_heroic

Not everybody had just come home after the strip club last night. Atton figured he could stick around for another round and then see if maybe he could, ahem, talk to somebody.

It had all gotten out of hand from that point on; it would take a fifteen-episode TV series to fully document the series of events that Atton Rand lived through that Wednesday night. The details weren't important anyway - what was important was that Atton now had a lot of jugs of drinks (alcoholic and otherwise) that he couldn't sneak into a fridge (they'd be discovered), he couldn't drink (he'd get alcohol and/or sugar poisoning) and he couldn't sell on or off the island because then the people he'd stolen the drinks from would find him and--

Yeah, you didn't want to know.

So he'd come up with a plan. He'd keep the drinks cool on the booze until he came up with a plan.

After about an hour he figured out why that wouldn't work.

Now he'd dragged about half of it downstairs (before giving up on that), having labeled all the non-alcoholic drinks accordingly (with labels reading 'JUICE' or 'SPARKLY WATER STUFF'. Not non-alcoholic. What, unlike some people, he didn't want detention) and stamped a few post-its reading 'DRINK' on the good stuff.

Then he sent out a couple of texts at random.

It was Fandom. Someone would show up.

[[ partaaay! ocd up! ]]

robinonadderall

Stiles was bored, so bored. Bored and unable to focus on anything, it was a terrible affliction. After spending all day in his room doing nothing he decided to broaden his horizons and go to the common room to do nothing. Of course Stiles wasn't actually capable of doing literally nothing so "nothing" for him right now meant continuing his quest to teach himself Archaic Latin while the second Dusk movie was playing in the background.

Shut up, he was watching it ironically. Or something. It was better than watching the Mets play the Pirates. If they lost to the Pirates it'd just be embarrassing and Stiles refused to be a part of it, no sir. He would rather watch lame not-werewolves and sparkly vampires any day.

Somewhere along the way he managed to make an un-burnt bowl of popcorn and poured M&M's in it. 'Cause it was necessary to add them.

[Open, of course. Just for the record it pains me to play a Mets fan]

nomoresportscars

Unsurprisingly, Jackson hadn't had the focus to put together any specific kind of training today, so he'd decided to email his club members that they were hitting the dorm gym. It seemed like the most productive way to work out some of that annoying tension.

Of course, once he got there, he found out they only had one locker room available. The other one had some kind of a... gremlin infestation. Fosse hadn't been very forthcoming with the details, and by the look on his face, Jackson had decided he really didn't even want to know. The club could just deal. And hey, Jackson had already gotten distracted by how good his own reflection looked twice today. A gender neutral locker room was just par for the course, at this point.

He wasn't going to be apologetic about it. If someone was offended, they could just turn around and leave. ~~And possibly get their ass leered at.~~

He also wasn't going to be too wordy with the isntructions. "It's a gym," he said. "You know what to do."

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

It was Friday night, and Kate was hanging out in the Common Room. Even worse, she was spending her time reading blog posts about Fashion Week when she'd been there with her sister every year since she was 10. Last year she and Cassie had gone & cracked themselves up trying to choose which designs would be the best superhero costumes. This year's collections though - Kate wasn't sure she was actually missing much fashion-wise. She still felt a little like a loser for not being there.

She flipped over to her sister's Instagram feed and rolled her eyes. Really, Susan? That was what you were wearing?

Kate finally pushed away her laptop and turned the tv on. To the sounds of whatever was on, she wandered over to the kitchen to make popcorn. Ooh, or there was cookie dough. Hmm, to risk turning the oven on or just to eat it raw?

[This is so method RP]

robinonadderall

Stiles didn't have any plans for the evening which was on par for a Stilinski Friday night. He was still trying to avoid going into town so his entertainment options were relegated to watching porn in his room or watching something that wasn't porn in the common room. Well actually he could do both, since watching porn didn't take all night. But he did eventually end up in the common room, watching a horror movie about frat boys who piss off an irradiated grizzly bear.

It was about as horrible as it sounded. Which would explain why Stiles was more focused on the (surprisingly unburnt!) popcorn he had made and answering the barrage of texts he kept getting.

[Post is open]

stars_and_money

Jeremy was just intending to have a nice night in. He'd ordered pizza (more than one – there was plenty to share), he was wearing comfy (yet still ridiculously expensive) clothes, and he was all ready to spend his evening in the common room, watching something nice and maybe even holiday themed on the TV, and chatting with his fellow students should they be drawn in by the totally amazing smell of pizza.

But then he flopped down on the couch and turned the TV on. And found that there was nothing but cycling on. On any channel. Granted, this time around it was at least a bit different on each channel: old races, new races, people just leisurely biking to places, and the odd bit of bicycle maintenance advice. But that didn't really help Jeremy who was frowning at the TV and clicking through channels like maybe one of them actually offered something he'd want to watch.

But no.

"Aw, come on! Really? Again?"

Did the TV really hate him or something?

[ocd up, have at!]

nomoresportscars

The club was meeting in the rec room at the dorms, and Jackson looked grumpier than usual. Also, a little unwell, which may have explained why they weren't in the Danger Shop or the gym. Yes, FHLC, your fearless leader had a cold. And was feeling predictably whiney about it, even if he wasn't showing it.

"We're watching ~~meta for~~ The Hoosiers, the greatest sports movie ever made," he told them succinctly, nodding towards the TV. After coughing a bit. "Also there's no meeting next week. Thanksgiving. Now –– watch the damn film."

Short and sw-- Well, short, in any case.

robinonadderall

Stiles was pretty excited about his trip to space tomorrow, but being the responsible person he was he made sure his purple notebook of weirdness was all up to date on the kanima stuff Jack told him. That way if some alien decided to kidnap him and use him as a human host for their eggs, Scott would still be able to kick some kanima ass. He was so thoughtful.

The fact that he made popcorn and had Halloween playing in the background was because he was a multi-tasker and, again, there was a chance an alien would kidnap him to use him as a human host and he wanted to make sure he celebrated the holiday before then.

[Open of course]

nomoresportscars

Yes, the sports club was meeting in the dorm rec room today. There were two reasons for this: one, the weather outside wasn't great. Two, Jackson had had other things on his mind since the weekend, and hadn't had the time or the inclination to figure out what they needed to learn next. He'd think on it over the break. (Also, relocating into the dorms kept Derek from lurking around the meeting, so guess there were about... two and a half reasons for this.)

"Today, you're going to learn by watching," Jackson informed them from his spot on a couch. "What I've got set up here ––" He nodded at the big TV. "–– is a video of one our matches back in Beacon Hills. I figure you could benefit from seeing how an actual game goes before we do any actual playing."

Also, he was busy texting his ex-girlfriend's BFF.

"I'm number 37, you won't be able to miss me." Captain and star player, see. And this match was from the time before Scott's sudden skills, too. "Oh, and keep an eye out for Stilinski. He's not actually on the field, naturally, but you can sometimes catch glimpses of him on the bench."

Yeah that was one douchey smirk he gave them. Then he pressed play, before going back to focusing on texting. It was important stuff.

[ocd up!]

Current Mood: devious

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

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. ]]

robinonadderall

Despite looking and acting like a complete nerd, Stiles did really have a love for sports. He just sucked at playing them for the most part. So he was actually pretty excited about college football starting up tonight and had the TV in the common room playing ESPN so he could maybe pick up bits and pieces of the game. Bits and pieces because Stiles couldn't manage to sit still and watch TV for more than five minutes without getting bored.

To fight that he had also brought his laptop out with him and was now sitting on the couch googling possible ways he could hide his scent in an attempt to keep Derek from knowing he visited a certain bar. Huh...would Cade mind if he rolled all over his sheets?

[I took off work today, so here's a common room]

pursuedthestars

Jim had brushed today's class off about ten minutes after he'd left the classroom. It was ten questions, pointless in the grand scheme of things, and Jim wasn't going to let ten questions put him inside some kind of box.

Tomorrow, he'd planned on finally getting out and seeing what this little island had to offer. Maybe he'd hit up that bar Cade had mentioned to see what was the what there. Tonight, he was staying in and spending some time in the common room.

Feet up and head pillowed by the cushions, he'd already fallen into a habit of flipping through channels to find something interesting. Television during this time period was all kinda...lacking.

Eventually, Jim stopped on some movie when an explosion caught his eye and switched his attention to the apple he'd taken from the fridge. After taking his first bite, Jim decided the apple was much more entertaining than the movie.

[Open place, open common room]

Current Mood: lazy

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Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon. [ 09/07 ].

Main Campfire | Friday Evening

6th Floor And Up The Stairs, Thursday Evening

3rd Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening

Fandom High Lacrosse Club, The Gym, Tuesday After Classes

3rd Floor Common Room - Friday Evening

3rd Floor Common Room | Friday Evening

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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3rd Floor Common Room | Friday Evening

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