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Lucille had found a strange little creature in her cupboard this morning, and trying to throw it out it had bit her. She had glared at it, aiming a kick before it slunk out of the room.

That was the reason why Mary Poppins was currently cleaning the 2nd floor common room. Now, wasn't this place a mess? That was easily sorted out however. With singing and enthusiasm Miss Poppins set out on this endeavour, snapping her fingers at every messy pile in the room, making it return to its proper place. At least that was what she thought.

A robin feathering his nest

Has very little time to rest

While gathering his bits of twine and twig...

Now, why not open the window and let the little robin in?

[Open. No, there is no cleaning actually happening by finger snapping, and there is only a draft from the window, no robin.]

dwarvenswagger

After his interaction with Lucille on the subject of baking and what he deemed a suitable amount of research on the subject, Thorin was baking.

With all the Dwarven intensity needed for the process.

It was gingerbread and the shapes were intricate and perfectly geometric. Because of course they were. He, on the other hand, was a little flour-y and a lot intense as he watched the cookies bake. Like he was on some sort of English baking show.

At some point in his life he might realize how ridiculous this situation was. That point was not right now.

[omg finally a slowish day at work! Open!]

crimson_sister

Why not spend a Sunday morning with a cup of tea and some scones in front of the television watching opera? Lucille had never before seen The Magic Flute, and today was a good day for that, wasn't it?

Lucille certainly thought all those things were good things to do today.

She poured the tea and made herself comfortable on the couch, hoping that no one would show up and interrupt her.

[Open common room! I cancelled all the stuff I was supposed to do today and have spent the day reading, drinking coffee, eating gingerbread cookies and watching the snow.]

endsthegame

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

dwarvenswagger

With his classes for the semester finished, Thorin was a bit at a loss with what to do with himself for the next week. Further attempts to return home had continued to result in failure, which left him in A Mood.

One that was not lifted even by watching these 'Olympics' that everyone seemed so interested in.

And yet he continued on watching. Hey, look at him fitting in! Kinda.

[open!]

crimson_sister

Lucille had, like everyone else, woken up this morning without memories. This was strange, and obviously disturbing, and as the only things she could find in her strange home, apart from clothes, were two romantic novels, a collection of poetry and a phone, she had packed these in a small bag and left, hoping that the world outside would make things clearer.

It hadn't, which was why she was now sitting in front of a burnt out campfire, reading a novel called The Rose of Orlais.

[Open!]

dwarvenswagger

Thorin had almost liked the last place this forsaken island had taken them. But the new one was a little... strange. And spacey. Mostly the spacey part.

Give him attempts at high fantasy any day, yo.

So, for now he was ~~sulking~~ enjoying his morning on the roof of the dorm. If he didn't pay too much attention, it was almost like being on one of the parapets of Erebor.

[Open!]

cuzfriendship

Face it: only having two classes, spaced out on different days of the week, wasn't exactly enough to keep a fourteen-year-old occupied. Sooner or later, April had time on her hands and decided she should explore.

Eventually she discovered the common room, and the wondrous amount of cooking supplies that lay within, and her squeals of delight could probably be heard from down the hall.

She cranked up the music on her phone loud enough that it could be heard through her headphones, and she got to baking. Well, dancing and baking. Cupcakes and Taylor Swift made for a good combination.

dwarvenswagger

It was safe to say that a dwarf that was presented with a building challenge was a motivated dwarf. That would be why Thorin was halfway through building the so called 'yurt' with only a few, ah, embellishments.

Look, he needed to make it more defensible, okay?

And maybe there were a few decorative touches added to the walls.

Just be glad he didnt feel the need to add a wall around it. Yet.

[totally open]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

Jasper had smashed his cell phone a few days ago. It'd been worth it. After seeing his inbox flush with messages from Doug Weathers, he'd gotten sick of it and just smashed it with the heel of his shoe. No regrets. Melissa and Howie could contact him other ways. He didn't need a phone, didn't care to have a phone. He didn't want anyone to come a knocking.

The quiet was why Jasper was outside on the deck this evening. The sun was just starting to set, making it feel slightly cooler though it was still hot. Jasper was used to it though. Southern summers were famous for two things: heat and humidity. He'd grown up around them and knew them well.

Hot summer nights are my favorite, Jasper. He could hear his father lengthening the word 'favorite', making it several syllables longer than it needed to be. Makes you feel like you've worked really hard. You ever sawed through a --

Jasper cut that thought off, shoved it behind a door in his mind. He'd brought a bottle of water outside with him and was using it to keep cool. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, one arm tucked up behind his head and his eyes were closed.

It was so easy to imagine himself back home, back in his grandma's house, sitting on the porch while she railed incoherently inside. But here, it was just quiet. Jasper sighed.

He hoped his grandmother hadn't burned the house down.

[ Open ]

Current Mood: okay

thegreywaren.livejournal.com

It'd been a quiet week.

That wasn't a complaint. That meant he hadn't turned into some tiny version of himself, hadn't turned into an old man and hadn't had to deal with any dead relatives. Typically, quiet bored him but, sometimes, he'd take it. Chainsaw seemed content with the quiet too since she'd burrowed against the worn material of his jeans and was unusually silent.

It wouldn't take much to set her off, Ronan knew, but he'd take her quiet for now. Absently, he stroked a finger against her head, back and forth, like he'd done so many times before. The television was on but Ronan wasn't really paying that much attention to it.

Instead, he was chewing on the leather wristbands, thoughts elsewhere. Thoughts on the Pig, on Gansey, on Adam and Noah and Declan, on Matthew, and on why he continued to sit here and do nothing while his mother withered away and he was kept away from the Barns.

If he'd been at home, he'd have gone out and found booze, found trouble. Here, he was watching television with his bird. Ronan snarled and rolled his eyes. He'd need to do something about this.

And soon.

[Open]

Current Mood: annoyed

buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com

Dipper decided today to do something healthy. Like work out with the weight machine to try to perform a bench press.

It wasn't working well. He could barely push the bar up.

If one listen closely, they could hear him mutter "Stupid. Noodle. Arms."

Hopefully no one else would be around to witness his humiliation.

dwarvenswagger

Thorin had not woken up to the sound of hundreds of dwarves breaking camp. That had been the first tiny hint that things were not as they had been when he'd fallen asleep last night. The second hint was that the ridiculous 'roomba' that he'd had years ago had attacked his foot as he escaped the room he had been given.

Yeah, that had factored in.

He was definitely back at that school and away from his people until the island felt it well and good to release him. How lovely.

For now he was going to enjoy a cup of coffee with only a little ~~lot~~ of guilt over having such a luxury right now.

[[Open!]

dwarvenswagger

Cars, Thorin could handle. He could even deal with the soldering irons that were, in retrospect, far more useful than his pride would allow him to admit.

But the box from which images and sound sprang was a step too far. Not because it was too fanciful of an invention. Oh no. But because of what was airing on it: Cupcake Wars. Thorin didn't quite understand what a vegan was, but he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

Someone really needed to show him how to change the channel before a table was thrown at the TV.

dwarvenswagger

After more exploring of the dorms (and getting lost. Always gettong lost.) Thorin found himself at the salle.

This time gettjng lost turned out for the best! Score one for his lack of navigation skills!

For now, was busy inspecting the practice weapons for quality and the proper balance. Not too bad for men.

[open!]

not_every_mage

After he visited Alluka, Anders had gone back to his room to tidy as a way to stop him from thinking so bloody much. And, at the bottom of a pile of papers dating back to the summer before, he found the heavy gold earring he hadn't worn in ... it had to have been at least since before the spring cruise. Maybe longer.

And when he went to put the thing back in, he found his earlobe had sealed clean over. It was almost as if the hole had never been there at all.

Having a nice hoop earring and no pierced ear to wear it in was a sad state of affairs, wasn't it? Clearly it had to be remedied. The first time he'd pierced it, an older girl in the Circle dorms held the needle. This time ... he didn't know who to ask. He suspected his friends would tell him to go get it done in some shop, which seemed vaguely excessive. So he took the supplies as he remembered them -- rubbing alcohol, needle, and block of ice -- to the boys' restroom and set up to quickly put a new hole in his head.

He had forgotten that the first time he'd had it done, they'd used whiskey instead of rubbing alcohol, and he'd been fortified by three or four generous pours before the needle touched his flesh. This time, he was sober as a stone. Anyone walking past the boys' bathroom tonight would get quite the education in rude comments that could be made about the Bride of the Maker, her underthings, and her personal proclivities.

[OOC: IDEK, man. I thought of this and it made me giggle so I posted it. Open, though.]

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Entries tagged with thorin

2nd floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

4th Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

Main Campfire, Saturday Morning

Dorm Roof, Saturday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Uzbekistan Yurt, Sunday Morning

The Deck; Friday Evening

3rd Floor Common Room | Friday Afternoon

The Gym: Wednesday Afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

3rd Floor Boys' Bathroom, Monday Night

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