[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
Buffy had survived her last finals as a senior.

More importantly, she'd gone a whole year without getting kicked out of school.

This would be why she was making brownies (the regular kind, thank you) in the common room kitchen, with the TV on for background noise. This was something to be celebrated.


[Open, entertain me plz.]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
It had happened to them at least twice already, so neither Teddy nor Chad were very surprised to find their after-prom morning interrupted by a very familiar face.

But there was at least something new this time around. Orden, after all, had yet to meet Galliano.

Chad would feel sorry for the cat if he hadn't already known the cat was a masochist and probably loved all the attention that he was getting from the half-Skrull spawn.

The little family had relocated down to the common room, looking to find some dinner.

"So what are we making?"


[[ so very, very open! Chad and Teddy and Orden will love to feed more mouths, too! ]]
[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com
In the fourth floor common room, Gwynn Baby Plucky Duck was having the time of his wee little feathered life.

He kept running back and forth between the couch and the sink and bouncing around as he explained to everybody very loudly what was going on in his world.

It was probably a good thing that you just don't ask where all of the green feathers came from...


[[OOC: Open as common rooms are. Come play with the huntress who thinks she's an adorable green baby duck.]]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Much like the previous day, Saturday found Arthur venturing back down to the barricade. It was early, the sunlight was yet shallow and leaning towards overcast, and only the first warbles of birds became evident as he slogged at the thing.

At least it had remained intact overnight. He was in full armor yet again, with shamelessly modded Merlin at his side. He'd stayed quiet opposite the boy most of the time, barring talk of strategy. The magic was something that'd have to be discussed again if they managed to survive this whole mess.

He climbed up so he could take a quick survey of the town. Watching the still forms lumber about, he felt a chill settling in his bones. There was only one word he could use to describe it.

"Bugger," he muttered, succinctly, and ran a hand through his hair. Sometimes, he had a knack for brevity.

[[ open post, second verse same as the first ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
After a trip to Turtle & Canary and the comics shop, a very normally large Chad and a not-so-normally small Teddy went to the common room, ready to make all sorts of pizzas for themselves and anyone else who came along.

Chad predicted that the kitchenette would be a holy mess in record time as he set Teddy on the counter so he could reach, the cats twining around their legs, and started to take the pizza making stuff out of the bag.


[[ Open common room is open! Chad is more than happy to help with making some piiiiizzaaaaaas. I'm a bit afk for about an hour, though, but wanted to get this up real quick! Teddy modded with permission! ]]
[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.


[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
There were cheetos galore to celebrate the success of the super bowl party. And even the weird spicy kind turned your fingers red instead of orange.

"Hey guys! First of all, I think we all deserve a congratulations on the super bowl party going over so well. Even if people only showed up to wait for the girlkissy. We're now in need of a new plan. maybe something for Valentine's day? Anyone got ideas?"
withoutverona: (super bowl)
[personal profile] withoutverona
Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, please wait for OCD is done.]
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
The KKG meeting was much warmer this week and John was practically bouncing over what he wanted to talk to the guys about.

"So, this Sunday is the SuperBowl - that's a big American football game if you hadn't heard - and I was thinking the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin could throw a little game-watching party. What do you guys think?"
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Despite being more bundled up than should be strictly necessary when indoors, Teddy was very excited about the first meeting of the new year.

"Hey, guys! I know it's really cold, so we don't have to stick around too long today. Just say hi to any new members we might have and... you know, take a calender."
[identity profile] mauledbyabear.livejournal.com
Emmett had spent most of the night exploring the dorms and enjoying being able to walk around without the smell of humans being too overpowering. He was thinking about going into town but decided to pace himself when it came to exploring. If he saw everything too fast then he got bored and when he got bored he tended to make houses out of cardboard and play "General Sherman is burnin' everything" in the yard with Jasper (well, Emmett played. Jasper glared). He had the feeling burning the dorms down by accident would be frowned upon. So around 5 am he staked out a place in the common room and started to watch TV.

Now there was football on! Emmett had his ass on the couch, a football in his hand and was watching the Dolphins playing the Ravens. Then the Eagles were playing the Vikings at 4:30. God, he loved Sundays. He was tossing the football quickly between his two hands but making sure it was at a human's pace just in case anyone came in.

[Open, yes. I hope Miami wins...I think I jinxed them omg]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
They were once again back to the cheetos and soda to eat today. And candy. But Teddy wasn't going to say exactly where he found that.

He did, however, have a tentative list of people for months set up in case anyone wanted to change which one they got.

List! )
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
Having handwavily informed all members of the meeting location, John set out some Cheetos and drinks. This week, he remembered napkins, too.

There was plenty of furniture for the meeting part of the club and a ping pong table and other games for after the meeting part. Or for ignoring the meeting part, however it went.
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Already loaded down with snacks and drinks, Teddy was finding it almost hard to turn the channel away from CNN to the CW.

He couldn't even vote yet and was probably not ever going to, but wow was this cool to watch. Maybe if he could do speeches like that he'd be okay with the whole... thing.
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Teddy was busy putting up poorly made glittery posters that would hopefully get some attention.

Cut for image! )
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's a'coming got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]
[identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com
Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of completely moddable party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now... Party on!]]
[identity profile] notqueenyet.livejournal.com
It had been entirely too long since Aravis had truly appreciated her insomnia.

Which was why Tuesday evening found her curled up on the couch with a truly spectacular and moddable array of candy before her, and her dog lounging at her feet. Aravis hadn't settled on anything to watch, so she just plaintively flipped through channels, appreciating a few seconds of each program.

[open like a CR.]
[identity profile] iruinenglish.livejournal.com
Buffy had seen the posters for the matchmaking thing, and pretty quickly decided against it. When you had to send the boyfriend who'd stalked you and killed your friends to hell, it kind of made the thought of getting a date for the dance a little less important. Not that she wouldn't go. And not that she wouldn't look fantastic, dammit.

So instead, she was sitting in the common room in front of What Not to Wear and suddenly wondering if Stacy and Clinton would say her homecoming dress made her look hippy.


[Open as CR's are.]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Teddy so didn't procrastinate until now to put up posters. No. That would be silly.

He was just... biding his time. And stuff. He was just so damn lucky that he'd been born royalty and never had to run for it. Campaigning was NOT his strong suit.

And there were posters! )


[[Open if ya like!]]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal wouldn't miss the cabins much. Sure, they were fine for that rustic, I'm a Boy Scout kinda vibe but he liked the privacy of the dorms and he loved this deck. That's why, as soon as he was moved, he was back out on the deck, sprawled in a chair and enjoying the warm but not hot weather.

He kind of missed all the foreign locales they'd been to but this place wasn't bad. It was different, if anything. Good way not to get restless and it wasn't landlocked, either.

Hannibal quietly wished for a few things that would make this day even better and then hoped his wishes would come true.

[Ooooopen!]
[identity profile] lil-yellow.livejournal.com
Bumblebee had several times made the attempt to get back to the dorms, but had no luck in convincing whatever powers were at work that he needed to be there sufficiently bad enough to merit a pass.

So, in annoyance, he'd settled by the campfire for a nap. If nothing else he'd recharge his solar receptors while waiting to try again, because he sorely needed access to a hose if the thin layer of dirt all over his armor and windows was anything to go by.

Of course, no nap in a public space could go unpunished - while he rested, someone came by and wrote "WASH ME" in the dustiest part of Bumblebee's windshield. The automotive equivalent of a "kick me" sign, as Bumblebee had no idea and wouldn't until someone else pointed it out.

[OOC: Open! A certain individual modded with permission, yes.]
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
Hoping that everyone getting lost meant people wouldn't be around to witness it, John gathered up the things Reno had requested he use while pretending to be bit by a gremlin and headed out to his own campfire.

While it had been tons of fun watching Reno do his part, that didn't make John less of an idiot for going along with his own assigned destiny. He mounted his newly acquired pogo stick, spinner-style beanie resting jauntily atop his head, and proceeded to bounce around the lit campfire.

The real trouble started when John popped open the can of Easy Cheese, sprayed it into his mouth...and promptly turned into a bunny.

Which meant there was an excessively fluffy, angry, Easy Cheese-covered bunny laying on top of a pile of clothes and a pogo stick.

[I don't know, okay? But it's SO OPEN. Just be aware: he's been known to bite]
[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com
With the island in yet another new place and the gross bugs gone, Ned felt safe enough to venture outside with Kaylee, who was still a raccoon. She seemed to like the outdoors better anyway (and that was probably due to being cooped up for so long) because as soon as he let her down near the campfire, she found a broken stick and started to try and repair it.

This meant grass stalks, another stick as a splint and some odds and ends to get the grass to stick.

"Can you build me a radio out of sticks and grass?" Ned asked, infinitely amused. He made sure to bracket her inside one leg to keep a barrier up between her and the fire.

In response to his question, she butted her head against his leg. He took that as a no.

[Ooooopen, yes. I had a BAD morning filled with a car not starting so I am escaping into the game now.]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Somehow Teddy had found himself in the common room with an over abundance of popcorn. And a finale for some design show he hadn't been watching before, but it had to be better for his brain than anything on the Scifi Channel, right?

Right?

He was still sad he missed Anaconda III last night.


[[Open!]]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
Toby was really very depressed about Kevin being a complete tool and breaking up with him. Again. He didn't feel like doing much of anything after waking up at 1pm all sticky with rum, so he'd showered and drug his pillows out to the common room to watch some daytime drama.

"Oh Colt, you should know better than that," he said, eyes glued to the program. "She's a tramp! Go for Travis, at least he's hot!"
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all once as the OCD is up!
[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com
Someone had left a stuffed animal in the common room, and it was giving Ella fits.

It wasn't a flaw you'd see looking at the thing. It was a perfectly nice bear, white like the ribbon-brand-beverage creatures had been, and the fur was plush.

The problem was that it had been designed to talk; specifically, to say "Hug me!" when touched. But every time Ella hugged it, the chip activated again, and she had to give it another hug, and so the cycle continued.

"This is worse than Mandy's parrot," she grumbled, squeezing the bear again and hoping no one would wander in to see her being bossed about by a stuffed animal. Sometimes fairy gifts were just humiliating.

[OOC: Open. Rescue her?]
[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com
Andrew was fixing some fine food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. An American classic. There was a fairly large pot of the soup, and he had enough bread and cheese to share if anyone else was hungry.

There was also some groovy Latin jazz playing, and he was dancing about the kitchen, head bobbing and hips swaying -- sometimes in time with the music. Life was good.

[common room open as they are]
[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com
After becoming possibly the first example of anyone ever actually receiving cosmic punishment for deleting a chain e-mail, Peter reached the common room, still wearing the shirt and sleep pants he woke up in. Sadly they weren't red and blue to match the icon and video but you don't always get what you want.

Peter felt so happy that he HAD to dance in what could be described as a 'gay, gay way', and he wanted to share that happiness with everyone. He continued to do this for a while, just dancing and humming the music that was in his head. He was definitely going to be hiding this afternoon after the curse wore off.

[OOC: Open as a CR, but WARNING: Watching Peter dance while he's under this curse will, in fact, make you gay. Temporarily, at least. Any characters who watch this will feel the incredible urge to kiss someone of the same gender. Once they do so, the urge will go away. You know, unless they already were gay. Or they just find that they kind of like it. Sorry guys, but Peter himself isn't up for kissing. He's too busy dancing.

Honestly, I've been waiting to do something like this for two years now. That's just sad.

ETA: Ha. The day I do something I actually get a call from a friend. Back in a few hours. Feel free to go on without me and mod Peter as continuing to dance.

Son of ETA: Back now, and going to ping in everywhere. Wheee!]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
So, the whole plans for dinner based on the salad things that Chad had done in class last week fell through due to the very odd bout of...well, whatever it was, Chad was trying not to think about it, but he and Teddy had worked out that they'd do that dinner thing today. Only it was breakfast stuff, because that's what the cooking class was doing this week. You could totally have breakfast for dinner. Food was food.

Chad was getting a ton of various different things out and organized on the counter while listening to the new King Crimson album he picked up while at the music store earlier. The menu had increased to include not only cereal, bacon, toast, and eggs, but also pancakes, fruits, and, of course, fried tomatoes. Tonight, they would feast like kings of breakfast!


[[ Chad's here with [livejournal.com profile] notthehulk, but anyone, of course, is welcome to come and join and help and eaaaat! ]]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Liir was sacked out on the couch in the common room, reading the book from Millie; he hoped to have it finished before he went to work on Friday so he could tell Millie what he thought of it.

He looked a little different than he had previously; the oversize broadcloth was gone, replaced by a deep green wool sweater and a pair of fitted jeans. He'd also been wearing his new shoes earlier, but those had been left in his room as he was attempting to keep them unscuffed.

The television was off, mostly because he didn't know what it was, but every few minutes his eyes flicked towards the screen. He kept seeing things in the dark glass, images at the corner of his eye, but he dismissed them and kept up with his book.

[open!]
[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com
New term, new students, seemed like a good time to try and get back in the habit of his cooking brunch for all comers. Also, seemed like a good potential way to meet some more of the newbies.

So here he was, cooking up bacon and eggs and pancakes, while listening to Back in Black on his portable stereo which he'd brought out. There may have been some singing along too.

[open as cr's are wont to be. free food to all comers]

Salle - Afternoon

Saturday, October 27th, 2007 10:15 pm
[identity profile] thebluespirit.livejournal.com
Zuko may have been avoiding his room more often these days which was why he could be found in the salle. He'd started out just practising his dual blades, but once he was satisfied that he hadn't gotten too rust, he'd moved on to do some firebending drills.

At least he had the presence of mind to stick a note warning people to mind the fire to the door.

((Zuko is here to meet a particular someone, but the Salle is open of course.))
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
Sometimes, there was just a simple solution to most problems. Take now. Chad was feeling both bored and hungry. As a rule, he didn't actually like much TV, and they didn't get Spontaneous Trips in the States and he'd exhausted his Carnivorous Kingdom collection, he was was left with MTV, hoping that maybe they might decide to start playing music again.

But they were playing a reality show. A model reality show. America's Most Smartest Model, to be specific, which should have just been background noise while he made himself (and anyone else who came in) some enchiladas, but...it was sucking him in.

And he was thinking he could total sweep the floor with half of these, on both the runway and the competition. He wasn't 11th in his class at Karakura for nothing, after all; he just didn't let on about that very well in regular conversation.

[[ dear tv producers: stop making addictive modeling reality shows; k thnx. Oh, and so totally open, omg ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
There was a very large Mexican who didn't know who he was trying his best to disappear behind the side of the couch opposite the door, despite the fact that it didn't seem to be working very well.

It might have been best not to ask, but it had a lot to do with the fact that, when he woke up not too long ago, he had woken up to a thing with no hair and great big bulging eyes trying to eat his face.

In the cat's defense, Prince Oscar Pedro Neko-kun (pause) the Third was merely trying to give Chad the usual morning-afternoon greeting, but he didn't seem too bothered when Chad didn't react the usual way, curling up on the bed and going back to sleep as Chad shouted stuff and left for his new, current hiding spot.

And he was determined that no weird naked creature thing was eating his face.

He kept peeking out from behind the couch that wasn't really hiding him at all to begin with, just to make sure it hadn't been following.


[[ oh, geez. SO open.... ]]
[identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com
Hiding Staying in his room all week with tiger cub!Chad had made Teddy long for a little open space. And it had been ages since he stretched out all his muscles. His shirt was left downstairs in his room. No need to ruin another one because he forgot how much damage his wings did to clothing.

So there he was up on the roof, not being emo, just... contemplative.

Yes, contemplative.

[[OOC: For a certain Wizard, but open as a roof is to your roof needs!]]
[identity profile] sound-loyalty.livejournal.com
The best place to get sun was the roof. Thus, there was a cat on the roof. Kabuto was actually plotting ways to get himself human again, but that didn't mean he couldn't relax in a sunbeam while doing so.

He wasn't half-asleep. He was thinking. Really.


((open, as open things are open!))
[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com
Johnny had homework to do for his How To be Awesome workshop. Hopefully it was going to go well.

He was shirtless, thinking this would aid him in his picking up chicks abilities. Not that he really needed it. Come on. And he had his spy cam all ready to go. He was actually looking forward to using some of these pick up lines. Cheesy they may be, he still thought them cool.

Sitting down on the lawn, he brought along a supercross magazine to pass the time. 

Come on chicks!

(ooc: Johnny is trying to pick up chicks using specific pick-up lines from his workshop class. He will use his spy cam to record all of this. If you allow him to try and pick up your character, you have the right to smack him, kick him, throw a beverage at him, whatever...or? you can totally give him your number. Just let me know oocly that it is all right for him to try. Otherwise, just chat away!)
[identity profile] by137.livejournal.com
A.J. was having one of those days again, where he had a ton of creative energy coursing through him, but wasn't exactly sure how to release it. He tried working on plans for his room in his room, but it was too quiet. It was a social kind of energy. So he moved into the common room on his floor, flopped comfortably on the couch with his sketchpad, and started sketching, hoping some people might drop in to keep him company while he drew. Sometimes, the best pictures came out that way.

He thought that, if he wanted people to come be social, he should be making food. But then he remembered that probably no one really wanted that. He could make a pretty mean bowl of Ramen, though...


[[ open CR is open! ]]
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
Just because the birthday boy was a puppy certainly didn't mean the party would be called off. With Teddy's encouraging bark and happy hops around the room, Chad set up for the birthday party, complete with banner placed higher than most people could reach and copious amounts of pie. There was music playing, of course, and Chad's guitar on hand, too, and there were even party hats if anyone wanted one. Teddy totally got a party hat, and he couldn't even argue because he was a puppy, but he didn't look to happy about it. Prince Oscar Pedro lucked out; the hats were too big for his naked kitten head.

Now all that was needed was people to come wish the birthday...uhhh...pup a happy birthday.


[[ typical birthday OCD on its way up. birthday pup modded with permission for this whole thing. up early because of all the rp stuff i've got going today. busy rp day. XD ]]
not_in_the_book: (Pretty Boy)
[personal profile] not_in_the_book
Once again, there were appetising scents emanating from the fifth-floor common room. Ronan was in another cooking mood. This time, it was the rich and spicy scent of Mexican -- well, technically Tex-Mex -- food, grilling chicken, sweet chilies, and a dash of cumin, with sliced bell peppers and onions in another pan. Ronan was still chopping and preparing, but already on the counter was an array of tortillas, and various moddable toppings that people might wish to put on their fajitas.


(OOC: Hey, he's cooking again. Come feed your characters. Open to ALL. :D )
[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com
John and Willow had handwavily left messages for the all the players abut the change in practice time.
The gym was set up for flag football. There were gold and blue flags in two boxes. Above the boxes players could see the huge poster Willow'd made. It was covered in stickers and glitter and written in many colorful markers. The poster listed the two teams and the names of the players on each team as follows:



Gold Team Blue Team
John Sheppard, captain Willow Rosenberg, captain
Abigail Whistler Adam Park
Billy Kessler Andros
Bridge Carson Annette Hargrove
Chad Sado Jim Halpert
Dawn Summers Jo Harvelle
Dean Winchester Marco Conrad
Dick Casablancas Sam Winchester
Evie Carnahan Shawn Farrell
Johnny Storm Sokka



The poster also encouraged players to pick the proper color flags and join their captain for practice. There were also bottles of water by the sign in sheet just cuz I love that icon.

[OOC: Wait for OCD is up! All oglers welcome in the watching/cheering thread, but remember: Those who watch too much football will wear out their end zone.]
[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Making a handwavey trip to the gym this morning was something he needed, and it had been an awesome work out session. Even better was going to the pool, cooling off and getting in several good laps like he was doing now. Too bad he didn't have anyone to compete against cause that would have made his whole Fandom pool experience great. 

Johnny kept eyeing the diving board, he might have to try it out after a few more laps.

(ooc: open!)

[identity profile] notqueenyet.livejournal.com
Aravis could, once again, not sleep. So tonight she was curled up on the couch (where she had absolutely not fallen asleep the night before) and was watching whatever had come up on the television while sipping tea and poking at a roll of something called Rolos that she'd handwavily gotten earlier, along with a heap of other candies.

She would probably welcome company. And maybe share her candy. Maybe.
[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com
...It was bound to happen again.

After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.

Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.

He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.

Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.


[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]

[[ and, yes, of course, the post is open ]]


[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]
[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com
Johnny didn't know that a snowflake landing on his head this morning, was the reason behind his thought process for today.

Because Johnny, totally thought he was perfect.

Still super shiny from Arts and Crafts, oh, and shirtless too, Johnny strutted out to the campfire and slouched lazily in a lounge chair. But his slouching was utterly perfection. The glitter reflected the sun and light and made him sparkle and glow like a ... sparkling and glowing thing.

(it is open to anyone, yes.)

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---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU


Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun





Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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