[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
"Lex Luthor still leads the presidential race. Early results from the West Coast favor Luthor's ticket as well, though it is highly likely this race will come down, once again, to Ohio and Florida."

Tim had pizza and soda but for once he wasn't eating. "Come on, Ohio and Florida. Please don't suck today."
glacial_queen: (Enthusiastic)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Cream? Check.

Milk? Check.

As many different types of chocolate as they could find? Check.

Enough other various toppings and ingredients to open up a grocery store? Check and double-check.

The second floor common room's kitchen had been transformed. Bowls filled with fruit, candy, chocolate pieces, and other various ingredients were strewn about the counter. Tiny bottles filled with lemon, vanilla, and peppermint extracts lined up like soldiers awaiting deployment. Every available surface in the fridge was filled with cartons of heavy cream and gallons of milk.

In the center of it all, whirring in self-important splendor, was the ice cream maker Ben had gotten for his birthday.

"This," Karla breathed as she glanced around the kitchen one more time, "is going to be epic."
life_inshadow: ([neu] restless)
[personal profile] life_inshadow
"Hi everyone," Tara said tentatively from her position next to the cold campfire. There would be enough sugar during the meeting, so the snacks on the nearby picnic table tended to fruits, cheese and chips, and there were blankets for people who wanted to sit on the ground. "It's been a while since we did this, so we're doing a little bit of a get-to-know-you game. People played it at another club meeting and it seemed to be fun for everybody."

Not dirty. No, really. Even if suggesting it kinda sounded that way would have made Tara blush a lot.

She held up a bag of Spree left over from the mural and explained, "We're going to go around the circle and everyone has to say their name and one fact about themselves. If it's true for you, too, raise your hand or make some noise and you get candy. H-hopefully by the end of the meeting everybody has a wicked sugar buzz and we all know each other a little better."

Karla grinned at the bag of sprees, knowing exactly where that came from. "Now, while it's really easy for everyone in this group to find things about themselves that are unique to them, that's not really what this game is about. We want to find things we have in common and also get that sugar buzz Tara mentioned."

"But if there is something you do not feel comfortable admitting to, you are not required to ask for the candy," Raven added. "This is all supposed to be for fun." She just may have seen how these games were sometimes played when alcohol was involved and the statements got...interesting.

"Fun and candy," Francine amended. "So if you feel you haven't got your full dose of sugar when it's all over, you're welcome to grab some more, even if the only thing you have in common with anybody else is liking candy."

Tara glanced around the circle. "If nobody has questions, let's start."

[OOC: With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thatsamilkshake and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining, who came up with this icebreaker to start with. Also cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child.]
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[personal profile] glacial_queen
By mutual agreement, Karla and her parents decided not to talk about about what was going on in Glacia and why she was here at Fandom. They still wished to know and were biding their time; Karla had pretty much decided that telling them would be a waste of time. All they could do was feel bad about it.

Instead, they had spent the afternoon handwavily wandering around the island, with Karla pointing out fun places to hang out and explore. Her father was intrigued by all the modern technology and would have been happy to spend several hours in Karla's dorm, fiddling with the lightswitch, her ipod, and her laptop. Karla's mother, however, wanted to meet more of Karla's friends. Having been on the island for over a year now, Karla knew the best way to lure people into one place.

Several orders of takeout later, the sixth floor common room was filled with dishes from Il Pollo, the Lobster Hut, Ching Tai, and, of course, Pizza Planet. She couldn't let her parents come to Fandom and not try pizza!

[Open for any night-owls!]
thatsamilkshake: (pillowfight)
[personal profile] thatsamilkshake
When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child, with Karla's boobs presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]
glacial_queen: (Chatting on Couch)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
After a difficult morning and an afternoon of fruitless wandering, Karla was more than ready to come back to the dorm and do something silly and mindless. Teevee sounded like an excellent plan for that, assuming she could find something decent on. Half the time she was watching, she could only find those stupid shows where people on stage cried and argued with family members about sex all the time.

Clicking one of the buttons that made it change, Karla flipped channels until she found something she recognized: a baseball game. Since Darkest Night wasn't returning to the air, Karla'd run out of reasons to throw popcorn at the screen. This was perfect!

After making a few calls to potential interested parties, Karla settled back down to watch the game. And if anyone asked, she'd tell them she'd specifically burned the popcorn to make it better to throw, dammit.

[Open like a Common Room!]
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[personal profile] longislandiceme
Just because he had a fondness for ice didn't mean Bobby hated things like campfires. Because campfires? Meant junk food. And Bobby Drake was always up for junk food.

So there was a cooler of (amazingly) cold sodas to one side, and a good sized pile of various junk foods as well.

Currently, Bobby was experimenting with roasting a Twinkie on a stick, but there were definitely the more traditional s'mores fixings to be found as well.

[ooc: open like a campfire with totally moddable food.]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Despite the disturbing phone call from her brother that morning, Sookie hadn't forgotten her promise to Tim. So the afternoon found her heading up to the school to wait for him, already thinking back on the tricks she'd learned from the other telepaths on the island, and just from her own experience. She suspected that Tara's little 'lalala you can't hear me' trick might be a hit, honestly.

It was all a good distraction from the morning, honestly, even as she dug out some Oreos and sodas from the cabinets while she waited. Not that she was hungry, but it was in her nature to be a good hostess, okay.

[Sookie's here for Tim, but it's an open common room, if you have reason to be up there!]
glacial_queen: (Sapphire-Jeweled Queen)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
There were two tables at the front of the meeting today. The first held the requisite snacks and drinks that people expected from their meetings, but the second was covered in skeins of silk, hollow wooden frames, a few small baskets of dried plants, some salt, candles, incense, and a few books.

"Kiss kiss and thanks for coming," Karla greeted when it looked like everyone had assembled. "In the past, we've talked about the different kinds of magic there are. My Craft differs from Tara's magic which differs from Raven's powers. But even a single witch or magic user may need many tools to cast the spells they know. Some spells can be accomplished with a thought or by will alone, others may need somatic and verbal components to be spoken aloud or specific hand gestures. And others still need materials. Again, because there are so many different kinds of magic, what materials are needed for a spell or ritual will vary from person to person and spell to spell--" she gestured to the second table "--but oftentimes, there is a bit of overlap."

"At home," Tara added, "you need ingredients for just about any spell, unless you, um, kind of go overboard with power. But that'll just drain you. And besides" -- she shrugged -- "most burning herbs smell kind of pretty. Helps you focus while you're chanting."

"Incense and candles also are sometimes a helpful aid for meditation," Raven said, "which can aid in focusing your powers, as can something like my chakra." She touched her fingertips to the red jewel on her forehead, then continued. "My healing gifts do not require any sort of spell components, but other spells I know do need some sort of object to focus them on, an item for the magics to be contained within." She swept her hair back so that the glow of her earrings could be seen. "These were originally simple gold earrings, but I have attached a spell of light to them. For the spell to be most effective, they had to be of pure gold and finely crafted. The better the quality of the item, the more powerful the spell."

"It's important to learn and understand some basic spell components," Karla continued. "On the one hand, if we're under attack and need to cast a spell, knowing what items are at hand will give you a better idea of what spells can be cast. Knowing the difference between rosemary and rue might be vital, especially if the magic user casting the spell can't be with you when you're collecting the materials for the spell. And, should you ever be in a position to observe an enemy spellcaster, it's good to know a little bit about what they're doing, too. Will knocking the candle over interrupt the spell or just alert the caster to your presence? If you scuff the summoning circle, will you send the evil demon back to its hell dimension or just let it loose on Fandom?"

These were some pretty important questions, okay? No one wanted to deal with ravening demons on the loose.

"So today, we're going to spend some time talking about some of the material components to our spells. Then, we're going to talk about where to find those components and the best ways to interfere with spells that rely on them."

"They kept telling me I'm not allowed to say that you'd find the stuff I use to make magic at 'Dite's," Emmett added with a grin. "So this is me not saying that, and just shutting up and listening this week."

[Co-written with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss. Please wait for the OCD is up and has been for awhile. *facepalms* Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ancientbschamp for pointing that out to me.]
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[personal profile] momslilassassin
Ben still had a residual headache from the pounding music in Stark's earlier in the day, but he decided that it was nothing grilled sausages and marshmallows couldn't fix.

Besides, the weather was too nice out tonight to waste it by being indoors. Ben sat on a log next to the crackling fire, grilling a sausage with half his attention. The other half was focused on the stars.

It'd been too long since he'd flown.
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim had eaten, of course, once he and Jason got back this morning from their still being played impromptu camping trip, but he still felt like he hadn't had a good meal in days. So he was down at the main firepit with hot dogs and buns. He'd built up a small fire and was roasting a hot dog on a stick.

[Open with fooood!]
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
So, yeah, Puck was a little on the tipsy side. He'd gotten drunk in his alcove, though, like a person who didn't want to get in trouble.

Such an occasion, of course, called for fire. Sadly this was pretty typical back in Lima, too, where there weren't even firepits. On the bright side, that meant he was able to light a fire pretty effectively.

And now he had a bag of procured marshmallows, which, okay, he'd toast. But more importantly, he'd found a box of Peeps left over from Easter and was meticulously shooting them, throwing them, launching them and otherwise flinging them into the fire to make them alternately blow up or melt. So far, more were melting than blowing up, really, but if it worked in a microwave, Puck was sure it had to work even better in a fire.

[oooopen yes.]
mississippiqueen: (checking that out)
[personal profile] mississippiqueen
Today, there was something missing. Something whose absence made everything about this meeting of the Magic Slash Support Reserves desperately, desperately wrong.

No, not everybody with magic powers; nobody was invisible today. This was so much worse: the table next to the leaders held NO FOOD! It held nothing but a pile of scarves, in fact.

"Now, now, nobody panic," Emmett called out, raising his hands in a slightly defensive movement just in case they were really as hungry as they looked. "The goodies are here. They're just behind us." He stepped aside to point to a spot a good hundred feet back, where another table could be spotted. "You guys did really well with helping each other out when things went kabloonkie last week, so this week, we're gonna build on that with a teamwork and communication exercise. Which I'd be the first to call lametastic under other circumstances, but guys, guys. There's cupcakes at the end of it!"

"So." He pointed to the open area of grass between the food and the group leaders. "Today? That grass is lava. There's a path through it marked out in duct tape, but you can't step off or bye-bye designer footwear which by the way I hope you didn't wear. Go to the end of the path, grab yourself a cupcake for you and one for your partner, and then make your way back! Easy like peas!"

"Well, maybe not quite that easy," Karla said, grinning a bit. "See, the reason you need a partner is because you're going to be blindfolded." One of the scarves on the table floated over to her and she held it up for them to see. "Trust and communication, remember? You're going to have to trust your partner to get you to the cupcakes, without having you step in lava, or in any of the other ingenious traps we've set about the course." The expression Karla was wearing suggested that she was looking forward to seeing them maneuver said traps.

"The easiest way to do this is via verbal communication, of course, but be creative if you can. Pair up with a telepath and have them look through your eyes or attempt to broadcast your thoughts, especially if you're unused to telepathic communication. Use magic to somehow guide your partner through--and then don't use any for yourself. Levitate someone over the lava if they're about to fall in. Be creative and go beyond your comfort zone. Nothing is against the rules, as long as you have fun."

[OOC: Open! Co-writ with the lovely and evil [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child and [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow.]
[identity profile] boho-to-be.livejournal.com
He hadn't spent much time with telephones or computers yet, but even after he did Christian's favorite invention of the 21st century might still be the ballpoint pen. Not having an inkwell to fuss with made it much easier for him to take his writing to beside the cold firepit, where he could alternate drinking coffee and people-watching with writing. He was working on two things: A poem for himself, and his first letter home to his father. One was, of necessity, rather more censored than the other. (As far as Christian's father would ever know, this was exactly the severe boarding school of his dreams.)

It felt too early to build a campfire, and Christian wasn't in the mood for the labor of gathering wood and tinder anyhow. He'd let someone else build the fire, if they wanted to.

"What rhymes with sunshine?" he muttered, new pen scratching away.
brat_inslayage: (Hmm)
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Unlike some people, Kennedy wasn't feeling particularly burdened today; actually, the single oversized external-frame backpack that had just materialized on her morning run, while heavy, had made for a satisfyingly challenging workout. The part where getting rid of it wasn't happening... eh, that was mildly inconvenient, but she could deal. She'd just hope it went away in the morning, and do double time in the gym when it did.

In the meantime? If anybody needed her tonight she'd be the one trying to make the most of this whole roughing-it experience, sitting on a log beside the fire with the usual campfire foods, a huge box of takeout from Ching Tai (please, she wasn't roasting her own dinner but if anyone wanted to they could go for it), and her boots propped up on a very lumpy backpack labeled Just Wants to be the Slayer, Dammit.

Just ignore the little toiletries case beside it that read Man, Getting Burned by a Straight Girl Kinda Sucked. Hey, she was ignoring it too.

[[...couldn't resist even though she's done a lot this week. open like a campfire.]]
[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com
Scully had printed out a copy of her graduate thesis (Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation) today, and re-read it, keeping in mind everything she'd learned so far in her last three weeks here.

That would be why it's burning merrily in the little firepit outside her cabin, cover page first. As well as the page that read, Although common sense may rule out the possibility of time travel, the laws of quantum physics certainly do not. Nothing like wishing you'd never been right and wrong.

[ooooopen]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie loved summer. And while it wasn't really summer yet, it was close enough.

The one thing that she didn't really love about summer was the cabins. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy being around her classmates in close quarters. It was that there were certain disadvantages to her telepathy, and those were amplified in close proximity. There were certain members of her cabin in particular who were -- ahem, very loud broadcasters, so it was little wonder that only the second night of being in the cabins found Sookie outside at the main campfire, having taken some preventative ibuprofen.

Granted, there was some niceness to being outside, too -- she loved being outdoors, and even if it was a bit brisk, that only meant that the fire wasn't oppressive. So she got a bunch of hot dogs and marshmallows and IDK other things you can roast on a stick, mod away and set up at the main campfire, hoping to draw in some company that she could at least block out more effectively out here.

[bored. entertain meeeee.]
glacial_queen: (Campfire smile)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Karla had been here a year, she knew the drill by now. Summer meant cabins, cabins meant campfires, campfires meant s'mores. It was the natural Way of the Universe, or something.

And since Karla was determined to kick her lingering bad mood, she was sitting outside Alligator cabin, campfire blazing, and plenty of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for sharing.

[Open to everyone, cabinmates and visitors alike! Now even in the right Comm!]
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim ordered pizza for himself and got a few extra boxes, since he was starting to get a feel of how things worked around here. He turned on the TV and found the Gotham Knights game on one of the high-numbered digital channels. Third inning and the Metropolis Meteors were already leading by four runs. Tim picked up a slice of artichoke heart and Canadian bacon pizza and settled in to watch his team get their asses kicked.
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]
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[personal profile] weldedtomyspine
Jaime had mostly nursed his headache from Monday into something reasonable, so now he was ready to do something. Anything, really. As long as it didn't involve lying around in his room.

Fortunately, there was a common room. And Jaime knew how to bake. At the moment he was whipping up three different cookie recipes at once. Not that he was planning to eat three entire batches of cookies on his own, of course. But this was Fandom, and he was in a common room.

He figured he'd have help.
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[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven was just a little nervous to start the reserves meeting. She'd gotten more used to speaking up in class, but talking in front of a group of people who were all looking at her was a different story. A gentle nudge from Karla had been necessary to get her to step forward and begin to speak.

"Many of us here -- not all, I know -- prefer to avoid the fighting for our own reasons," Raven said. "For instance, I am a pacifist, and as an empath, the emotions that arise during combat are often very uncomfortable for me. I will deal with such things when I must heal someone, but I do not belong in the front lines of combat.

"But for those who are engaged in a fight, whether magically or physically, it is best not to do so blindly. When something invades Fandom, we must find out everything about it so that we know how to best repel the attack, and that is where we can provide much needed support. Some of us have abilities to use various forms of divination, be it tarot cards or crystal balls or prophetic dreams. Others are skilled with a computer or are more at home with books, and may have access to information that the rest of us do not.

"Today we would like to talk about what abilities, either magical or mundane, each of us have for researching threats to Fandom. For instance, I sometimes have prophetic dreams of the future, but I know very little about computers. I am just beginning to learn to use one." Just wait 'til she found Rumor Gal fanfic.
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[personal profile] trigons_child
Tonight was the season finale of Rumor Gal, so of course Raven had commandeered the common room to watch it. It was going to be the perfect distraction from her father and Sebastian and strange boys on roofs telling her she was going to turn evil.

Unless the characters' actions got her all riled up. That could be a problem.

Touch the remote at your own peril.
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim decided to put Claire's lesson to use and make himself some dinner. He found the pot she'd been using, boiled water and added the pasta. And then added some more because he was pretty hungry and it didn't look like it would be a lot of food. And a little more, in case someone else wanted some.

[Open with food, 'cause he's making way more than needed!]
[identity profile] need-no-moon.livejournal.com
No classes today meant that Jake had been sleeping in (not that this was a new concept). He'd woken up eventually, stomach grumbling and well... he needed food. Honestly, that wasn't a new concept either.

Instead of going to buy something in town however, he'd found some eggs and bacon and was making food. The television in the common room was on and tuned to the Formula 1 practice race because this time of the day, there was little interesting on. For him anyway.

[No work is fun.]
[identity profile] sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com
Puck had initially been happy to have his workshops only at the end of the week, but by Wednesday, he was bored. He'd worked out. He'd touched up his mohawk. He'd even tried calling everyone he knew back in Lima (some of them more than once, but Santana said Cheerios practice was too busy for her to have phone sex with him.)

So, he was lounged in front of the television, watching a documentary. If it hadn't been about video games, he would have already fallen asleep. As it was, he was only being kept awake by the sheer power of that guy's douchiness.

[omg I just saw that movie and it is insane. open like a CR!]
glacial_queen: (Shared grin)
[personal profile] glacial_queen
Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. To keep talking )

[Please wait for OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]
longislandiceme: (headtilt)
[personal profile] longislandiceme
So... Bobby had never been up to the sixth floor except for parties and that one disastrous baking attempt with Sookie. Today, though, he was bored and wandering and... wondering where that random, unmarked door led.

The answer was, apparently, to a hallway with more doors. Bobby then opened one of those doors and...

"Whoa."

Bobby made a few calls, because holy crap this was way too awesome to keep to himself, and then settled in to wait for people to arrive.

[ooc: YES. RETURN OF THE SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURES. Bobby called a whole bunch of people, and in his excitement probably called more than a few random numbers, if your character doesn't know him but would like an excuse to come play. MINOR OCD ONNAWAY UP.]
[identity profile] theotherpeter.livejournal.com
Peter had found the dorm piano. Having not felt a need to actually study anything for his classes, he decided the best way to spend his evening was playing various songs. And when it came Peter and the piano, it was not stuffy classical music like Bach.

Right now, he was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart. He'd probably take requests. Though if you name a song from the past fifteen years or so he'd have no idea what you were talking about.

[ooc: Open rec room is open!]
[identity profile] boywonder03.livejournal.com
Tim had blown up a papaya, defended the cafeteria from redecorating Vikings and had generally had a pretty interesting day, not even considering who his P.E. teacher was. He just wanted to relax for a bit without worrying about the space-time continuum, so he microwaved a meal he'd found in the freezer and turned the TV on to a NASA special on Discovery Channel.


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