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lovelylana.livejournal.com

After her workshop, Lana had gone back to Selkie Cove, but could find no sign of Phoebe. She'd trekked up and down the beach looking for her with no luck and finally decided she needed to get in where it was cool for a while.

She'd tried to rest in her room, but she was too worried to settle. She thought she might have better luck distracting herself if she watched some mindless TV. Plus, maybe someone would show up who had a better idea of where Phoebe might be.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: worried

conathon.livejournal.com

Sawyer is lounging in the fifth floor common room after Stealth and Deception, he's still got army like paint on his face because he's too lazy to take it off just yet. Sighing, he flips through the channels on the t.v. set. Oddly, the couch still smells of syrup.

[[ Open lyke woah... ]]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

After a ~~handwavy~~ trip into town for ingredients, Sam took the carefully printed recipe out of her pocket and laid it on the counter. She'd memorized it by now, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in before the workshop.

The fact that the recipe didn't involve an open flame? Well, that was just being prudent.

"So, double boiler...." She began hunting for the appropriate hardware.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to help, mock, or ignore her completely.]

Current Mood: geeky

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

After a ~~handwavey~~ walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.

[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

Current Mood: hungry

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Being someone who was pretty much naturally predisposed to being honest on any given day, Bridge really didn't see a reason to hide in his room. So here he was, sprawled out on a couch and idly flipping through channels until he caught a snippet of an all-too-familiar theme song. And for some reason, he can't bring himself to just flip past it. It's kind of like that thing where you just can't stop staring at a car accident right in front of you.

Yep. Bridge is watching Dekaranger.

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Omelette time. After a week with Cafe Fina closed, Walter was willing to wait on other people again. At least after a fashion. In this case it meant that he had the appropriate setup for omelettes of almost any variety, a happy hellpuppy underfoot, and a good mood.

He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and found something on the History Channel that wasn't about WWII or war at all for a change. Hurrah for Leonardo da Vinci for distracting the History Channel execs from war for a little while.

[ooc: Open for all, of course.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Still leery of the energy emanating from the 2nd Floor Common Room, Bridge decides to move up a floor. He's sprawled on a couch, reading a book he'd bought from the Book Fair, with several other books spread out on the couch around him.

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

Tempe tossed and turned on the couch as she slept fitfully. To any passersby, it would appear that she was in some form of distress. Her arms were flailing and her sleepy voice could be heard saying, "No! No! Don't hurt the kitties! Don't hurt the weetiny kitties!"

Her empty pineapple juice glass sat on the floor, her puzzle sat on the coffee table. It was evident she'd finally given up finishing the puzzle last night, and had crawled onto the couch with a blanket to get some sleep.

"No! Not the weetiny--"

A loud meow right next to her ear jolted her out of her sleep. "Kitty?" she said sleepily.

The weetiny grey kitten with soulful brown eyes crawled onto her chest, and proceeded to bat her chin with one of its weetiny paws.

"Where'd you come from?" Tempe said, sitting up slightly on the couch and scooping the kitten into her hands. The kitten just stared back, looking cute. "Guess you're not a talking cat like Faithful then, huh?"

She lay back down, settling into the pillows and cradling the weetiny kitty close. The kitty clung to her like a clinging thing. She grinned.

She closed her eyes and prepared to go back to sleep. She felt another weight settle on her chest. She opened her eyes to see a golden-colored kitten curled up next to the grey one, its blue eyes shining brightly.

Again, she grinned, then yawned, and fell back to sleep.

As such, she didn't see the small army of weetiny kitties making their way into the room and settling in various places around her. At her feet, on her feet, on her head...

[OOC: Open for interaction, of course.]

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

The throbbing in her head down to a mostly non-existent ache, Tempe was finally ready to actually do something with her day. Of course, the day was pretty much over, but she didn't really care.

So, she sat on the floor of the common room, glass of pineapple juice next to her on the floor, putting together puzzles on the coffee table.

The current puzzle was a 750-piece map of the world. She was a little more than halfway through, and enjoying herself immensely.

She wouldn't mind some company, if anyone was up this late.

[OOC: Open! Feel free to help put together the puzzle. Also? Until the puzzle is completed, it will be taking up that table in the common room. Try to work around it, if you're in there later. Whee!]

conathon.livejournal.com

After Outdoorsmanship Sawyer made his way to the third floor common room, he wanted to see if Tempe was going to come by because he honestly missed her.

He was lounging on the couch with the remote in hand, flicking through the reality shows with a bored yawn.

[[ OPEN like an opened thing being open. ]]

pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com

Draco was sitting on a bench (with Franz the Dragon-y cane) outside the dorms. He had a sturdy umbrella in his hand. There was a huge glass bowl sitting beside him.

Bring on the pudding.

((Feel free to join him!))

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam had the television on, but wasn't really paying attention. She was sitting with a few old rags, a stick, and was trying to get what looked like chocolate pudding out of a motorcycle crankcase.

She also had pudding on her shoulder, but hadn't noticed that yet.

Current Mood: confused

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

Tempe entered the common room, bag of groceries in hand. She set them down on the counter, and went to flick on the TV.

Nothing really interesting was on, so she turned it to the music channel. She'd never heard of any of the artists who were being played, but she figured it would be good background noise.

Going back to her groceries, she unpacked the bags, and got out a mixing bowl and spoon from the cupboard.

She set to work making cookies. Lots of cookies. Of all kinds.

[OOC: Open! Come in and help, come in and chat, come in and eat cookies, or just come in and ignore Tempe altogether. Cookie-types are completely moddable.]

Current Location: 3rd Floor Common Room

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There are basketballs. There's a shiny court. There are two stacks of t-shirts, one solid blue, one solid gold, and signs asking players to pick a color and pull it on.

It's time to practice.

[OOC: ~~Please to wait for~~ OCD's up, go nuts.]

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

Tempe sat on the couch in the common room, feet resting on the coffee table, bottles of colorful nail polish sitting on said coffee table.

It was time for a change, she decided, looking down at the remnants of gold sparkly nail polish currently covering her toenails.

Which color to pick...

After removing the gold polish, she stared into the rainbow of nail polish bottles covering the table, as if the answer would suddenly come to her in a flash of brilliance.

And it did.

Today would be scarlet. Deep, sexy scarlet.

[OOC: Open for interaction. Come distract Tempe or steal nail polish. Or just sit and stare at her.]

Current Location: Pangolin Common Room

fatalvoyage.livejournal.com

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were to stumble across her here.

Also, there was a bag of marshmallows sitting next to her, and a pile of roasting sticks next to that. S'more makings sat next to the marshmallows. If anybody wanted any, they were free to help themselves.

[OOC: Open for interaction. S'more makings moddable at will. Whatever you'd want on a s'more, it's there.]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam stretched out on the grass, reading. Occasionally she sipped from a bottle of water. She was immensely botherable.

[ooc: Open to all.]

Current Mood: lazy

fates_jaye

This is Jaye in a good mood. This should not come as a shock to the other residents of Seahorse A. But really, they brought back doughnuts and there's a toaster (which looks a little bit sheep-like, really) in case anyone wants that. It's something to alleviate the trauma. ~~Yep uh huh but totally not.~~

And yes, Jaye totally knows introducing the toaster to the cabin full of boys and shirtless signs is a bad idea, but at least it could be a fun bad idea.

tyler-gone.livejournal.com

There's Tyler, looking smug.

There are basketballs on the court. Tyler is actually attempting to shoot the basketballs through the basket.

Right now, he's averaging .... oh, two out of three. Way less when he goes past the center court line.

He's ready for any basketball teammates or random onlookers who want to play.

[OOC: Now with shiny OCD threads.]

Current Mood: bouncy

conathon.livejournal.com

After getting a shorter haircut than he originally thought, Sawyer stalked through the halls with a brooding look on his face - not like it was always there or anything. Sighing, he turned the corner on floor three and took a seat on the couch in the middle of the common room. He felt...awkward with the short hair but he'd get used to it.

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Entries tagged with temperance brennan

Fourth Floor Common Room: Tuesday Afternoon

fifth floor common room. afternoonish.

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

2nd Floor Common Room [Monday Evening]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday brunch-ish

3rd Floor Common Room [Friday Night]

3rd Floor Common Room, 6/9, Friday Morning (Earlyish)

3rd Floor Common Room, 6/8 (& 9), Late Thursday Night/Early Friday Morning

third floor common room; after outdoorsmanship.

Outside the dorms

Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

3rd Floor Common Room, 6/6, Late Tuesday Afternoon

Basketball Practice, Gym, Friday Afternoon

Pangolin Common Room, May 31, Wednesday Morning

Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

Seahorse Cabin, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

Seahorse common room, Saturday afternoon

Campsite Gym, Tuesday Evening

third floor common room ;; noon

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