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saveonpostage.livejournal.com

The locker door opened and dropped out a bedraggled, angry hag of a woman in a lab coat and a frankly fabulous hat.

"Why do we even have that lever?" she demanded to the air as she ripped off her goggles.

She glanced around the hallway. "And where am I?"

Yzma was back, and abusing the heck out italics. Look out, everyone.

[OOC: Open to anyone else wanting to come in through the locker, or hapless folks wandering around...]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of ~~Disney~~ narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

Current Mood: Broody

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

After seeing all that he could see in the school, Simba scampered on down to the school grounds. He felt more comfortable out in the grass and bushes than trapped inside the tight school buildings. so far, this had seemed like a good day.

If you listened carefully, you also might have been able to hear the faint sounds of musical theatre in the air.

[OOC: Main thread is ~~locked to people have been asked~~ now open. The rest of the post is open to all.]

Current Mood: artistic

dbiers.livejournal.com

D'anna was hunting. She'd laid her trap carefully. There were bowls filled with snacks, sliced pies on the counter, a full pot of coffee, and cold sodas and water bottles in the fridge.

She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.

Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.

[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.

ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]

Current Music: Theme Song for Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Polexia slept in late after her night out at Caritas.

But when she woke up, she was bored and ended up wandering down to the common room. She figured out how to work the television and was very excited to find something called MTV that was showing music videos.

She dug through the cabinets and fridge and found some suitable snacks and settled in to watch this fascinating thing.

[open, as common rooms are. Marie is Polexia from Almost Famous, so she's from the early 70s. She also doesn't have Marie's mutation, so she's not covered up and she can touch people.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Where Cally had gotten a skimpy sailor girl outfit on such short notice, one might best not ask. But since everyone else was acting weird, she decided doing the same thing was only fair. And she could totally blame whatever happened.

Even though it hadn't actually effected her.

So there she was, blending up smoothies, and dancing to the music coming from the TV, which was playing a marathon of 'AKA' episodes.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

sith_happened

Mufasa had enjoyed his time at the brunch--even if the free range caramels had gotten stuck in his teeth--but now it was time for more difficult prey.

He crouched behind a bush, tail swishing, and waited for a gremlin to arrive.

It was part of the Circle of Life, after all.

[OOC: Locked to the gremlin, then free for all...]

Current Mood: calm

robotboyfetish.livejournal.com

Cassie sat in the common room, wondering what the heck was going on upstairs. Sure seemed a lot of noise.

When she thought she heard the ceiling creaking? She got nervous. This place was structurally sound, right?

[ooc: Sorry. Couldn't resist. Open!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was wearing the same jeans and sweater she'd been wearing yesterday, not wanting to head back to her room and too tall to borrow Molly's. She was also freezing, which had led to her mixing up a very large pot of oatmeal. The fixings were in the cupboard if anyone wanted them, but she wasn't setting them out.

Instead, she was sitting with her bowl of healthy goodness (once you ignored the raisins and brown sugar she'd added to her own) and a very, very large mug of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows. She read through a large pile of books and scrolls she'd brought with her and that Giles had sent since May (not all of which were in English), trying to find anything that explained what was going on.

She made occasional notes on a pad as she worked.

Current Mood: busy

demonbelthazor

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

Current Mood: happy

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com

The twins stand outside the dorms with several ~~handwavily gotten~~ bags full of toilet paper. The first week of school needed to be ended memorably, so their plan was to TP the entire school. Grabbing a roll each, they wound up and threw, the toilet paper un-rolling while clearing the building. They had a large area to cover, but plenty of paper.

((ooc: expecting a certain number of knowledged people otherwise open))

can_be_more

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. ~~Printhethes~~ Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.

[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick - carrying a few bags - and Lockheed - sitting on Tick's shoulder - were ready to head off.

"It's about that time, Lockheed. Soon you'll be back at a place that's close enough to your home. But you have to promise to write," he said.

Lockheed nodded. He wasn't ready to leave just yet, though. "I know," Tick said, "you still have some goodbyes to say."

Lockheed flew over to the fish tank. Tick turned to the fish and said, "Phil, Whoremodder, Abraham, Simpson, Tony, Bernice, Nancy, Kyle, Prosper, Wilbur, and Murray? Lockheed has something he'd like to say to you." Lockheed then looked as if he might be conversing with the fish for a couple minutes.

[OOC: ~~For one person in particular, but if you'd really like to say goodbye to the wee dragon, now's the time.~~ Bye, bye my favoritest NPC ever!]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick was on the roof of the dorms with Lockheed on his shoulder. It had been far too long since they came up here to just watch the evening. Down there somewhere was a bonfire. He hoped the kids were being safe with that. And over there was the town, quiet but with life dancing around in a ballet.

And out there was the water. And beyond that, the world outside Fandom. That was no longer his world. That world belonged to others. Soon the small dragon on his shoulder would return to that world. Well, he would go to a slightly different world. Same difference.

And so here they were. Enjoying the night.

[OOC: Tick is only here for

notstakedyet. That thread is locked but broadcastable. Otherwise, feel free to use for any roof-type needs.]

threeweapons.livejournal.com

The gym is in it's usual set up with Alanna sitting by the cookies and drinks.

"You all know the drill. Pair up, try to hit the other person. Next week we'll be working on something a little unusual so try to wear long sleeves and any kind of arm gaurds, if you have them. Gloves will also be good. Have at it."

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Fraser's reading a book he'd checked out from the library. He thinks it might be overdue and, thus, he's prepared to pay his fines. He makes a point to remember to visit the library tomorrow morning.

For now, he's quietly reading. Yes, he's wearing the hat and yes, Dief is sitting at his feet.

[Open for interaction yay!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory arrived in the lobby balancing a tank with a wee turtle in it against one hip, a box from J,GOB in the opposite arm, and a flying puppy on a leash leading her.

She tied Vladdie to the leg of a table, set Yoda's tank and the cake down, and looked around to see what she still needed to set up.

[~~Yes, even crack-addled ideas like this need OCD threads. Wait for 'em.~~ They're up, but play on the contest itself won't start until 5:30 EST.

ETA: And yes, it originally said it was in the afternoon. This is now set about 8:30 PM FHT.

SON OF ETA: You can eat cake now. Rufus is here!]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

If one were to look at the notebook in The Tick's hands, they might notice some questions marked down and crossed out, as if he were trying to figure out the best thing to ask. Perhaps for some sort of surprise graded event.

If one were to look at the man holding the notebook, they would see him talking to fish.

"Okay, guys. In order to make this easier on all of us, I had my students write up names for you that everyone can pronounce. Because, egads, it's nigh-impossible to pronounce most of your names without gills! So come on, time for roll call."

"Phil, Whoremodder, Abraham, Simpson, Tony, Bernice, Nancy, Kyle, Prosper, Wilbur, and Murray. Got that? ... Yes, Whoremodder? ... No, you do not get to shorten it to 'Whorey.' ... Because there'd be confusion with the radio. ... No, I don't like that Professor Skeeter uses that name for her, but that's between her and Rory. ... No, it's NOT the same thing, because you were attempting to put Rory's life in danger to get to me. Professor Skeeter just apparently has issues stemming from a bad marriage." The Tick may have glanced curiously at Wilbur for a moment. "... I'm not gossipping, it's been all over the radio. ... No, I'm not going to call you 'Whore,' either. I had enough trouble calling one student in the school 'Skank,' and that's her given name. ... Look, Whoremodder, I'm not going to listen to any more of this, I need to get back to work."

The stupid fish weren't shutting up, sadly.

sooo_cute

Quinn is not going to stay on a floor that been blowed up and looks like it's been blowed up. Therefore, we're repainting.

The Muppet chickens have set to work on cleaning the walls ~~because I like godmodding chickens~~, and Quinn's wearing her cutest old clothes. There are several gallons of primer set out, and since the furniture's ruined, why bother with a dropcloth? There are several paintbrushes and rollers that were found, and everything's set up. The paint will have to wait until the primer's up. Because, explodey.

Clean up your common room, people.

actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com

Not having had any classes today, Archie has spent most of it . . . well, in his room as usual. He does, however, have the Tick's Advanced Criminal Justice course first thing in the morning, and he's determined to do better than he did last term.

So he's sitting in the lobby going over his notes from last term, a large carafe of coffee and a plate of *fingerwiggle* buttery crumpets muffins on hand. He'd be willing to share with anyone who happens to wander by, of course.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty ~~the big freaking copycat~~ put up a huge sheet of butcher block paper on the wall next to the mirrors.

Things Every Guy in Fandom Should Know:

To it, Marty has written:

Angel is a really bad kisser
Logan Echolls is a huge Keith Partridge fan
Jack O'Neill is dating his cousin

drywitmartini.livejournal.com

Hawkeye had settled in well over the past few days. He had his affairs in order (both in the business and physical sense) and was now a full-time resident of Fandom. The boredom was beginning to set in though. He had ideas, but they would have to wait until he found someone to rope into being his lackey. For now, he was content to sit in the first floor lobby with a copy of the Crabapple Cove Courier on his lap and a notepad and pen ready to write a letter to his Dad.

Unfortunately though, he had nothing interesting to say yet.

[OOC: Open for interaction. Feel free to come and meet your new Vice Principal.]

Current Mood: chipper

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory toddled out to the common room with LWB III, Holly, and several other dolls and stuffed toys with her. She also had a soft pink blankie.

She plopped onto the floor approximately a foot from the television, and began to watch Itchy and Scratchy, intermittently giggling around her thumb, which was firmly lodged in her mouth.

[ooc: So, Rory was bitten by a gremlin earlier. She now thinks she's about three or four years old. She still looks like she's seventeen, though, in spite of the icon. Also, she'll recognize people, but only if you're someone she knows pretty well. And don't expect her to process a whole lot. Rory was a very precocious toddler, but there's a limit, really.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick was sitting in the lobby. He was trying to work out next semester's classes. He figured that he might as well get a head start!

It wasn't working out very well. At all. A schedule was in pieces all over the table.

Any distraction would be appreciated.

[OOC: That's a damned lie. Distraction from

can_be_more would be appreciated. Anyone else must go away and take a cookie from the dragon.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick and Lockheed were in their normal seats in the lobby. In front of them was a large tray with cookies on it. In front of the tray was a sign that said, "COOKIES! Please Take!"

Tick turned to Lockheed. "You see?" he asked. "You have to watch the junk food or you'll feel sick again. Not even dragons can eat that many cookies without feeling it."

Lockheed looked up from where he was curled on the couch and grunted.

The Tick nodded as if he understood what Lockheed said, then replied, "Well, sure, if you were a giant dragon, you could eat ten times that many cookies without a problem. But you're not a giant dragon, Lockheed. As dragons go, you're kind of wee."

Lockheed grumbled noncommittally.

[OOC: Cookies for anyone who wants them. Interaction also for anyone who wants it.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick was strolling around the campus grounds. It was raining lightly, but there was still some snow on the ground. Maybe even enough snow for a snowman.

He was currently carrying some Christmas cookies that he had hidden from Lockheed in a secret hiding place. It's not much of a gift if it has been found and eaten a week before, therefore hidey.

Tick would probably be happy to talk to any students who crosses his path.

[OOC: Totally open to interaction. I'll be around all day unless I fall asleep.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

Christmas Eve morning. The Tick could smell the holiday cheer from here. ~~Metaphorically, that is, since I don't think Lee is around to bake cookies.~~ He had made all of the deliveries that he really needed to last Sunday. Then he had given the gift of grades on Tuesday.

And now? Well, it was just him and a cup of hot chocolate enjoying the view. There was a full thermos and some extra cups if anybody else wanted to come on up.

[OOC: Open for interaction. I will be around for most of the day, excluding a few hours in which I will probably be seeing the new massive monkey movie, and then some time tonight for ritualistic family behavior.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

[OOC: If you are one of Tick's students, or are in his Investigators group in I-Club, he has something for you. Feel free to stop him and say "Hi" and you'll get a present. Feel free to stop by even if you're not and you'll at least get a candy cane, if not more.]

Twas a week before Christmas, and all through the dorms, The Tick was a-wandering, with a sack of gifts. ~~What? No, it doesn't rhyme. It's not that kind of post. Get over it.~~

He had spent the morning getting his shopping done and had AMAZINGLY found everything he needed for everyone on his list. And so here he was, Santa hat on head, Santa sack on his back, giving something to everyone who crossed his path.

Lockheed had rejected the fake antlers. And he had burned the elf hat. So he was just trailing behind, trying not to hum Christmas Carols. /Stupid infectious enthusiasm for the holidays.../

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked up beside her. She had just gotten back from Christmas shopping, and in front of her were an array of brightly-wrapped gifts.

She flipped through the channels on the TV, finally settling on A Christmas Story.

[ooc: Yes, she has presents. She has lots of presents. If I told you you're getting one from Ror? She has it with her right now ~~unless it's one of the live ones, which are both in her room~~. Even if I didn't already tell you you're getting one, you might be. And in any case, she'll give you candy. So stop by! I is bored!]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick is sitting in his usual seat. Lockheed is on the couch as normal.

And in front of Tick is a stack of papers. Exams. Tick glares at the exams. He could swear they're glaring back at him. He pulled out an orange pen and uncapped it. He is positive the exams are getting ready to strike.

They are locked in a holding pattern, neither one prepared to make the first move.

Lockheed sighs.

"Well," Tick sats, "so much for getting a head start." He recaps the pen and suggests to himself, "I should probably let Rory take the first stab at them this weekend."

When he puts the pen back in his pocket the exams seem to relax.

Lockheed decided to fly off for a while, far away from this insanity.

[OOC: Open to interaction if there are people around who haven't already claimed a spot in a common room.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

It would be difficult to tell where Tick got all of the decorations. It's possible that he bought some at the NPC Christmas store. It's possible that he bought some online. It's also possible that the frankly terrifying packing skills he showed while carrying around costumes for the pageant have served well for Tick's Christmas decorations.

He hadn't been doing anything the past couple days, so he decorated his room.

If he had his door open, the light might be seen from the lobby. If you walked inside the room, the instrumental version of "Winter Wonderland" on repeat would surely drive you insane. On the big table in the middle of the room was a model of the school made from popsicle sticks with some fake snow sprinkled on it. There were working lights. And a tiny blue figure on the Dorm roof. And then the less said about the tree in the corner of the room, the better. One word: Shiny.

It all looked too festive. The kind of festive that you could only achieve by being a *mumble-mumble* year-old man who still believed in Santa Claus. Granted, Tick had indeed met the real Santa Claus a few years ago, so it's not that strange that he believed in the big guy. That was just a way of highlighting how festive it all looked.

There are cookies for any visitors who may stop in. Any visitors may also notice a wee purple dragon wearing earmuffs and clutching them to his head to drown out the music.

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Weaponed with a notepad and chocolate chip cookies, Cameron headed down to the Tick's room and knocked on the door.

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

Tick was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. And he had too much on his mind.

He looked outside and saw snow. And so he went out to build a snowman. It was kind of lumpy and had wings. He called it SnowArthur.

You can come outside a build a snowman, too.

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick's head kinda hurt. That'll happen when you get knocked in the noggin with a dense, magical block from another dimension falling from the upper atmosphere. Okay, that's not what would happen to most people. Most people would have a collapsed skull and a funeral. But, you know... nigh-invulnerable.

In any event, The Tick was taking it easy today. Just lounging around in the lobby with a good book. A good book with big words. Big words that were making his head hurt more than they normally would. So. Just lounging around in the lobby with nothing to do.

The Tick twiddled his thumbs. This turned into thumb-wrestling with himself. He just couldn't win! No matter that he tried, he just couldn't pin his other thumb! It's like he knew his every strategy! He must be psychic!

That got old after about twenty minutes without a pin. Ten minutes of boredom later, he tried the thumb wrestling again. It wasn't working out any better.

Boy, would he ever love a distraction right now...

[OOC: Tick will be in the lobby for most of the day. Feel free to stop by if you're entering or leaving the building, and/or you'd just like to talk.]

fates_jaye

A little while after that little incident in her room, Jaye can be found sitting in the common room on the second floor, wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses and holding a clear red plastic water pistol as she takes notes on Crime and Justice reruns.

Oh, and if you look really carefully, you might notice the gremlin bite on her wrist.

And also? She is wearing clothes.

((Officer Tyler has left the common room. She's now intruding on people's dorm room posts. Be warned. Or create a post and link me to it.))

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick was sitting on the roof alone. It was a nice night, but he couldn't quite enjoy it. He was Concerned.

He wasn't much in the mood for company tonight. That probably had something to do with the fact that he was holding a letter from his sidekick from The City, Arthur. He looked to be pondering something pretty deeply.

[OOC: He is open to interaction no matter what he thinks up above, even if he might seem a little distracted. I will post the contents of the letter eventually. I have to write it first, though.]

bugofjustice.livejournal.com

The Tick was sitting in his usual chair in the lobby, bits and pieces of plastic and office supplies all around him. And tools. There was a hammer, a saw, some screws, a chisel, and some other things.

He very clearly had no clue what he was doing.

Even Lockheed had stopped rolling his eyes several minutes ago. Watching a guy try to hammer a pouch onto a belt was just too pathetic.

[OOC: If anyone would like to help Tick out with this project, it would be appreciated.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Various appetizers, drinks and punch are available and the entire common room is Gremlin Free.

All Parents/Guardians, students and teachers are welcome to mingle and... mix

Current Music: Muzak - Air Supply

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