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suzotchka.livejournal.com

She had left Maia with a kiss and a murmured command to go back to sleep. She and Blair had made their goodbyes last night. She had genuinely intended to slip away without a fuss, a quiet meeting with Zathras on the roof and then off to the deep black yonder. Even if she refused to put her uniform on until she was actually back at work. The new ring of metal outlined by her tanktop hadn't used up all of her teenage rebellion.

It was just her luck that he was late.

So Ivanova sat on the ledge with her back to the brick, long legs dangling, and tried to nap while she waited for him to show up.

[[*sniffle*]]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was too excited about new students, being a big brother and the fact that he was a virgin again to get a lot of sleep so he had been sitting in front of the tv in his room for several hours. There were lots of infomercials on late at night. As it got closer to morning, Blair was afraid of disturbing Broots and his fish with noise if he turned the tv up louder so he headed out to the common room to watch CNN.

Ooh! One last airing of the Pasta Express infomercial. It was no George Foreman 13 in 1 Rotisserie Bonanza, but Blair admired the simplicity of it's design. Like the fact that it was just a plastic tube with a lid.

[so incredibly open]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Feeding people seemed to be a regular Saturday morning activity, so Blair made sure to mix up a large batch of his normal breakfast treat. There was noisy stirring, pouring and blending coming from the kitchen area. Then ta-da... algae shakes!

[ooc:open! come for really nasty-tasting breakfast!]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Some of you may remember the denim Daisy Dukes and the pink wifebeater of the infamous laundry machine strike.

Well, if this was to be Ivanova's last two weeks in Fandom (give or take) she was damned well going to enjoy them. She was not going to mope about, drink too much, or ignore her friends. But right now she had a lounge chair and a nap sounded just about right . . .

[[Open!]]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

The package he'd been waiting for from home had finally arrived. He sent a ~~handwavy~~ email to his flight workshop students, and then dragged his television down to the lobby and set it so a brilliantly lit planet floated in the center of the room. It then began cycling through a series of photographs of the planet.

He returned to his room and came back with the contents of the package: food from home. Sand cookies, pies, teas made from leaves and not random alien colons (unless you really wanted alien colon tea), candy from Alderaan and Naboo, the works.

He turned on what Obi-Wan had assured him was the latest in Coruscanti music and kicked back on the couch.

If everyone in the school couldn't come to Coruscant, he'd bring Coruscant to them.

[OOC: Open to absolutely everyone!]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair was bored and decided to head to the roof to hang out, look at the garden and play emo rock on his guitar. He wasn't really sure what emo rock sounded like but he was positive that was all that was allowed to be played on the roof.

( So he made something up... )

[open!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up pancakes for Dawn. Making the batter had been relatively easy, but trying to come up with funny shapes was proving a little more difficult. He tried to do a car but it came out looking more like a deformed amoeba. He had better look with the teddy bear -- one large circle with two smaller ones for ears and that was the first one he presented to his girl friend, along with sides of bacon and eggs.

"This okay?" he asked, still in full grovelling mode.

[ooc: for Dawn but open for all your cr needs though can't promise breakfast will be included. ;)]

Current Mood: hopeful

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Rizzo, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables by the unlit fire, leaned back and folded her legs in the tight black dress she had found in her closet this morning. Loose t-shirts and those jeans? So not her style. Why she even had them, she didn't know. She had woken up with the worst craving for a cigarette, a need she was now satisfying with a long drag and relieved exhale. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, leaning back on the other as she surveyed the goings-on around her with an amused little smile, sunglasses perched on top of her head at the moment.

[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

The gym was dark and quiet, except for two distinct and opposite corners of the gym, which were very well lit, almost as if it was intentional.

It seemed to be waiting, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. Or maybe it was the orchestra tuning up.

[ooc: Okay, all of these posts are ready for everyone to tag in. Posts are open to all. *crosses fingers*]

Current Music: Summer Nights

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova relaxed back into the Adirondack chair again, a bottle of juice sitting on the arm where something slightly more alcoholic would normally sit. The sun was shining, she was back in Fandom, she was happy, she was probably going to fall asleep . . .

[[Before the plotty. Open for all.]]

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

Even silent, Tyler seemed especially confident as he waited for people to show up in the gym. He was barefoot, and clad in a tank top and sweats.

As people came in, he handed them sheets of paper with "Fight Club Rules" scrawled at the top.

1. What happens here, stays here.
2. PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR PARTNER. Match is over when someone signs "stop."
3. Only two to a fight.
4. One fight at a time.
5. No shoes. Padding only if you need it.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to. Someone's bleeding too much or knocked out? Fight's over.
7. Play nice, boys and girls.

[OOC: Here's how this will work. "Listen" to Tyler and mingle in the top thread. When you've paired off, start a new thread for that match. Handwave the "one fight at a time" thing. And please try not to send each other to the infirmary -- they'll be busy enough. Thanks.]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova hadn't really unpacked, so moving into the cabin hadn't been much of a stretch. An early night had meant that her body had gotten the sleep it needed to kick back onto Fandom time. Now, she had found an Adirondak chair somewhere, got a little crackling fire going, and kicked back to enjoy. Fresh air, open sky . . .

It was good to be home.

[[Open like an open thing, yo.]]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip yawned as he poured in the crepe mix and started to fry up a mess of crepes (as a group of crepes of any size is a "mess").

From a nearby comfortable chair, Merdebaise watched her pet with lazy eyes and occasionally meowed at him. Possibly giving him suggestions.

_{[[OOC: Crepes! Crepes for everyone who comes by!]]}

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

Conner bolted back upstairs after basketball practice and got ready for the World Cup final. As a result of his conversation with Nadia from Friday, he was dressed -- if one could call it that -- for the occasion in what was essentially an Italian-flag loincloth, and red, green, and white body paint.

Nobody was in the second floor common room, so he hijacked it for the cool TV and got comfortable (standing, because body paint) before the game started.

France vs. Italy. Plus, Julie Foudy at halftime. Last night might have been a fiasco, but today life was good.

suzotchka.livejournal.com

A packed duffel bag stood by the door to the roof. G'Kar and Zathras would be coming for her. She had said her goodbyes. Well, almost all of them. This was it, this was goodbye to Fandom. So she stood on the roof, looking out over town, in her uniform with her back straight and her hands clasped behind her at perfect parade rest.

The sun came up. And Ivanova watched it rise.

[[Open for anyone up at ungodly o'clock in the morning or wants to say goodbye still. Excuse me while I go cry for a while.]]

Current Mood: melancholy

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter hadn't cooked dinner in a while, so that was his plan for the evening. Unless anyone else was planning on threatening him with bodily or emotional harm. He was bored, there'd been a turkey in the meat case at All and Sundries, and a nice Sunday dinner with all the fixins seemed just the ticket.

Come on in and have a home-cooked meal and look, there's something other than Bitterwoman on TV. At least for the next five minutes.

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter and Nadia had done their shopping at All and Sundries and Walter has theme decorations and treats for a pirate's birthday. StuCo has supplied Chinese food (on Cinco de Mayo) and there is pirate themed music because the Schottische is obligatory tonight.

Come, eat, drink, celebrate surviving a school year and the birthday of Fandom's favorite girl pirate.

[ooc: OCD threads up. ~~Please wait for the OCD threads, or ~~ghost pirates~~ ~~pirate ghosts~~ ghost pirates will come to your home and refuse to parlay.~~]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had discovered a box outside of his door filled with food. A very loose definition of food.

He'd wanted to give it back, as he wasn't supporting The Man anymore, and there was no way he was going to eat this food. But alas...no name was given. Blair had his suspicions about a short red haired lady with an affinity for penlights, but just giving it back wouldn't be enough retribution for her.

But right now he's got bigger priorities. What do you get when you mix a box of processed food, a Swedish pirate's birthday and a broke freshman?

Homemade gifts! Blair's camped out on the floor of the common room and trying to figure out a way to make this into a present for Pippi's birthday.

[ooc: Come craft! Or eat!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat behind a table, yearbooks piled high on it.

Clearly, they're there for a purpose. She had a list, as well, of students, and was checking them off as people picked up their yearbooks.

[Headache of doom has subsided slightly - if you want interaction, that's cool. Just ping in the "Talk to Rory" thread. You can also just have your character pick up their book and OMG IGNORE HER, or handwave the whole thing. Oh - yearbooks are free, too. Service of the school. So don't worry about character finances.]

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Up on the rooftop... Pip sits, with his guitar, some paper, and a pen. He's working on his essay for Professor Ted. Occasionally he'll stop to play his guitar.

No emo. It's too nice out to emo.

_{[[Roof's open if you want to distract the boy.]]}

suzotchka.livejournal.com

The pool was quiet and deserted when Ivanova padded down, shedding towel and flipflops by the poolside. Being back on the station and the abrupt realisation that soon she'd be heading right back for good had made her appreciate things like a really big pool. She paused for a moment on the end of the highest diving board, savouring the moment, before diving gracefully off. Cannonballs were for later.

[[Pool's open, come join my waterbaby.]]

Current Mood: melancholy

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova had a bag of boiled sweets, fuzzy slippers, and Kill It Before It Dies. She kicked back and lounged on one of the sofas, ready for some black-and-white goodness. And, of course, Billy.

Current Mood: relaxed

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Various inflatable pool toys are scattered in the pool and around it.

There's a radio playing any number of random CDs provided by Pippi. So unless somebody else wants to bring some music there's an eclectic mix of Flogging Molly, Butler Fetish, The Ramones, and sea shanties blaring.

There's also a table chock full of foodstuffs.

Swim. Eat. Play.

Leave your emo at the door.

[[ooc: OCD threads ~~going~~ up.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: Basement Pool
Current Music: Rock and Roll High School

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip rolled his neck and hit the bag again.

Long, weird day. Too many people leaving.

_{[[Waiting for one person specifically, but I can't really stop anyone else from coming in.]]}

suzotchka.livejournal.com

In her quest to not drink, Ivanova was flopped on a couch in the common room watching Evil Alien Conquerors and wondering how this movie had ever manage to be made.

Still, she found herself quoting along every time the evil alien conquerors threatened that someone will "die in agony, begging for mercy - and we will gladly provide it."

Current Mood: tired

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi is once again parked on the couch with her quilt.

To the eye, it looks like she's engaging in a little embroidery, but anybody who bothers to listen carefully will hear that she's actually studying for math.

Using her computer, a pair of headphones, and a CD of math music she got from Charlie before he left.
( Naughty Number 9 )

She probably wouldn't mind an interruption.

Current Mood: awake

psi16.livejournal.com

Lyta needed control. Her medication was merely taking the edge off of her migraine, and the ever-present pressure of other minds wasn't going to go away. Dragging herself out of bed, she cleaned up a bit and grabbed her yoga mat, headed for the gym. If she was lucky, it would be moderately quiet...at least quiet enough for her to get a grip.

[Open for your Monday gym-ish needs. Any interaction with Lyta will be slowplay.]

demonbelthazor

Before classes Wednesday morning, Bel headed upstairs to the roof ~~to check on the garden~~ have a cigarette.

For some reason, he was getting a strange distinctly emo vibe from the plants.

[ooc: Open for interaction because I don't want to work.]

Current Mood: confused

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair sat on the floor in front of the tv and grabbed the remote, flipping quickly through the channels.

*click*

"...and that's when the feds broke down the door."

*click*

"Put down the rope and the duck!"

*click*

"...and those cookies are a good thing."

*click*

"...see what happens when the playboy bunnies move in with the mormons."

Blair tilted his head at the screen and nodded. "It's like an anthropological experiment. Cool!"

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

After having possibly permanently clogged up his major arteries at the teal deer awarness brunch, Pip woke up early to get some actual exercise in.

Currently, he's pounding the bag and thinking that the bacon was worth it.

_{[[Who wouldn't want to start the week off sweating? Gym's open.]]}

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair pops When Harold met Sarah into the dvd player and spreads out on the floor with notebooks and popcorn.

You can do research and eat popcorn at the same time. Seriously.

[ooc:Feel free to come play

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip slams his leg into the body bag. He had never really tried it before, but imagining that the bag was someone else actually did help focus your concentration.

SLAM

_{[[OOC: Come. Sweat. Talk to the pissed off mercenary. Kick, punch, it's all the mind, if you want to test me, you're sure to find, the things I'll teach ya are sure to beat ya,...*lapses off into Parappa the Rappa flashbacks*

ETA: Exact contents of Pip and Ivanova's conversation are NFB.]]}

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Yup, it's Sunday morning, and once again Anders has a fresh pot of coffee brewing and is busy making pancakes for himself, Cally, and anyone else who wants to wander in. It's getting to be a little bit of an obsession with him lately, now that he's figured out he's pretty decent at it. The TV is on in the background and running ESPNews, and he's humming the USC fight song to himself. Not that he consciously recognizes it for what it is. He just thinks it's oddly catchy.

There is definitely, he thinks as he lavishly butters up a stack of pancakes, going to have to be a trip to the gym in order today.

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova had been up far too early, still living on Babylon 5 time. Which was about ten hours behind Fandom time. Joy. So, after a couple cups of coffee, she decided to get out in the fresh air and enjoy her newly regained mobility. It was a bit cloudy out, but warm when she emerged onto the roof. She would turn cartwheels if she still knew how to do them. Instead, she settled for finding a comfortable perch and looking out over Fandom, her face raised into the breeze with a little smile on her face. Home, weird home.

[[Look, the roof is emo-free! Ooooh . . .]]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair's sitting in the middle of the common room floor surrounded by boxes, all postmarked from a Chilean mission, that are spilling packing peanuts and weird looking items. He's got a stack of cereal boxes written in another language, a few odd looking hats and several sweaters.

There were a few stranger items, like woven flip flops, a pair of llama fur boots and even a pair of leather chaps. He wasn't quite sure what to do with those yet. In his lap, was a small box that contained something he really didn't want to have around...but was afraid to let out of his sight.

On the floor next to him were several stacks of socks, scarfs and gloves all sorted into colors and sizes...ready for their new owners.

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Fraser's taken enough time to go back to his room, change out of his uniform and into jeans and a sweater before he ends up back in the first floor lobby of the dorms.

He's sitting on one of the benches in the lobby, reading a book from the library he'd acquired earlier and just keeping a general eye on things. Later, he'll venture outside, make sure the school was still secure.

[If you'd like to meet and/or talk to Fraser, the new security guy, now's your chance. Go for it.]

kitty--fetish.livejournal.com

Alphonse is only slightly miffed, curled up on the sofa. He curled up on the sofa and is ignoring his textbooks beside him, but is instead munching on a bag of potato chips he found (because everybody loves potato chips).

That aside, he really isn't doing much except staring into space, possibly lost in thought.

[ ooc: ~~open to whomever passes by~~ except it's now empty. Invade at your will! ]

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!))

suzotchka.livejournal.com

After a long day of classes and a little pick-me-up early at Caritas, Ivanova decided that the time was right for a nice, long, relaxing shower. While Lyta was out, she gathered up her bath things and donned a fluffy robe, scampering down the hall to the bathrooms. Forty-five steamy yet flip-flopped minutes later, Ivanova dreamily headed back to her room, turning the doorknob. Well, trying to turn the doorknob. An expression of horror crossed her face as she suddenly had a sharp mental image of her keys - sitting on her desk precisely where she left them. Inside her locked room. With a groan she slumped against the wall beside the door. She had nothing to pick the lock with. All she had was a shower poof, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. Why did this always happen to her? First the White Star, now her room . . . at least it was inside and warm this time.

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova shifts bags around as she fumbles for her key, leaving the door open as she drops the two heavy bags from the Emporium onto her bed with a sigh and flexes her fingers a few times to try and regain feeling. As she hadn't bothered to unpack yet, her side of the room was absolutely spartan. She unpackaged the coffeemaker and set it up on top of the dresser. Not the best place, but she was fresh out of milk crates to furnish with. Soon it was bubbling happily away, the truly massive tin of coffee next to it, and Ivanova began to unpack her few things. A pile of photos was placed neatly on the desk to be hung up and she was contemplating purchasing a powerbar. She wasn't looking forward to trying and integrating her own computer with the school. Maybe she'd just break down and buy a new one. Hmm.

[[Open for interaction. Hopefully with roomie.]]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet plops himself on the couch in the third floor common room ~~because the sixth floor one still hasn't been cleaned up and most of the other ones are full~~. He has a copy of the Fandom High course calender laid out on the table next to some papers he picked up from Wittenberg over the New Years Vacation. He's busy trying to figure out which classes he can take this semester that will get transfer for credit at his old school, and it's not looking too hopeful so far.

[OOC: Open to all.]

Current Mood: working

threeweapons.livejournal.com

A tray of cookies is set out on a spare table, as well as a few "Vote for Alanna!" stickers.

Alanna herself is beating up a punching bag and mentally trying to narrow her class choices down from six to five and which activities she will remain involved in. While she is pretty concentrated on the bag, she can be interrupted.

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova rolled over, awake the moment she saw the still-sleeping figure on the other side of the room. With a silent snarl she rolled to her feet and dressed quickly and silently, twitching her covers into some semblance of order before slipping out of the room. Once in the hallway, she considered her next move. The school wouldn't be open, she would think, and living in town hadn't given her much chance to meet people outside of her classes, so she decided to explore. Maybe find a kitchen of some sort. Preferably one with a coffee maker.

Mmm, coffee. Maybe she'd head into town and buy coffee. Or a coffeemaker. And chocolate. Once you've had Wonka's, you never go back. The stuff she found in the Zokolo just hadn't been the same.

[[Come and say hi. Or direct our girl in the direction of coffee.]]

psi16.livejournal.com

Lyta paused just outside the door to room 326, hesitant to enter. She clutched her room assignment in her hand. Drawing a deep breath, she read the text once again: "Roommate Name: Susan Ivanova."

As with the first time she read it, her heart sunk to her stomach, a mixture of sorrow and apprehension. How had Susan ended up here? Had the latest Entil'za met her end, and was transported here for her own second chance? Or some reason less violent? Would Ivanova even remember her? The station XO had her own reasons for not trusting telepaths; despite all their work together during the Shadow War, there was still a level of discomfort on both their parts...especially after everything Lyta had done after the war.

Anyway she looked at things, Lyta found her year was going to be very interesting.

She raised her hand to the doorknob, thought better of it, and knocked. There was no immediate answer. Tapping the door again, she waited only a brief moment before twisting the knob and easing open the door. "Ivanova?" She was met with silence.

Current Mood: worried

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bored, bored, bored.

Having been holed up in his room all day working on a project, the meet-and-greet had totally slipped Bridge's mind.

So here he was, wandering in to the common room and finding it empty.

Flopping down on a couch, he proceeds to play "rock, paper, scissors". Against... himself.

[ooc: open for anyone! new people too!]

valentine-tart.livejournal.com

Wanted: one interviewee.
Needed: by ten p.m. EST.
For: Journalism final project.
Must be: a student, and someone I don't know well.
What's in it for you: ~~I won't flunk~~ money.

Contact: Beka Valentine.

((And now I go to work, to discover just how bored I can be.))

Current Mood: cynical

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