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Isabelle had had no classes yet. And sure, she could have gone and found Alec already, but it was almost like a game now, to see how long it'd be before he'd realize she was around. Or when she'd get bored and go find him. Whichever happened first. So instead, today, she'd used up all that time wandering around the island and getting accustomed to the town and the feel of its streets under her feet. It was no New York, she knew that much. But she supposed it had its own charm. Maybe. Really, she was reserving judgment – of which she had quite enough to go around – until later. It was too quiet, though, she knew that much. She was used to the buzz of a big city.

But Izzy was a resourceful girl. And since it was only her third day on the island, she was perfectly content (for now, anyway) to be perching on the edge of the couch in her common room, getting acquainted with mundie television. Which really meant all television. And for something that seemed to take up so much time in other people's lives, Isabelle was not finding it that interesting.

Until she found Food Network.

"... Ooh."

Fear the great Shadowhunter, paying rapt attention to the secrets of soufflé making, with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

[ooc: Open!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

... There was a third Cactibear movie.

Toby didn't even know why the first two movies existed, let alone a third. There was a Cactibear trilogy. Which Toby was watching because apparently he was unable to look away. It was like a trainwreck. A horribly murderous mutant part-bear-part-cactus trainwreck.

At least there was also popcorn?

arsenicmauls

As usual, Sushi Station had gone way overboard, which meant that tonight the common room had quite the spread. Which Gert didn't mind, because she had been craving a cream cheese and avocado roll something fierce lately, and that apparently meant that Old Lace had been too. And Gert was nice enough to share.

Parentless Grey was on, Old Lace was curled up in front of the couch, and a whole tray of sushi was laid out for the taking as Gert continued the marathon she had started this morning.

What? It was a really good show.

[[open! i want sushi.]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The TV was on, showing the hockey game, but since the Leafs weren't playing until tomorrow, Toby wasn't really paying all that much attention. It was really more background noise than anything.

His attention was still on hockey though, after a fashion. He'd been browsing the shelves of the library out of boredom and had stumbled across a series of books by someone named E.J.J. Erie. He'd picked the first one, Cross Check, up out of idle curiosity and... well. Now he was finding it difficult to put down.

So, curled up on a couch in the common room, reading hockey fiction while paying half-attention to hockey on TV. All he needed now was some poutine and this would be an excessively Canadian evening.

dressedinblood

"The Maple Leafs have made the playoffs!"

Anna was just...going to be sitting here looking slightly shocked at the television. She'd only been not locked in her house for a little over a year now, but she was still pretty sure this was not how it was supposed to go.

"What?" she asked of the universe. "I just--What?"

((Open common room is open, and WHAT IS THIS SEASON?))

nips-your-nose.livejournal.com

Jack Frost had some very important business to attend to this weekend. It was, after all, two days before Easter. And, even though he was pretty certain he'd be strung up by an irate seven-foot rabbit if he so much as thought about causing a blizzard somewhere on Easter Sunday, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to cause some measure of mischief for Bunnymund this year.

And that was why Jack was in the fourth floor common room this evening, perched up on the arm of the couch where it was less likely any nonbelievers would try to take a seat in him, casually flipping through an atlas and humming thoughtfully to himself. Canada or Russia would be the easy options, of course. But if he really wanted to annoy the rabbit, he'd have to pick someplace that was good and unlikely.

"Maybe a little bit of Easter snow in..." He opened the book and pointed at a page at random. "Miami?"

Oh, it was tempting.

[Open! At least until

glacial_witch arrives at my door safe and sound!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

After some early morning training on the rooftops in town, Jessica settled into the common room with some cereal and a TV that wasn't blocked by critters. Of course, it was Sunday morning, and so the only options on TV were various college basketball tournaments or political news shows that had nothing to do with the crazy superpowered politics of her world. (Seriously, was her world the only one where Iran's government was overthrown in a superpowered democratic coup?)

And so Jessica did the only thing a rational person without a filled-out bracket could; she turned on the Real World marathon and pretended she had any idea who anyone was and what was happening. She'd get up to speed before she was done with her cereal. She was sure of that.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

With his whole one class overwith for the day, Toby decided hanging out in the common room was a productive use of his time.

Rummaging through the cupboards, he came up with some microwave popcorn and a bag of Smarties (the chocolate Nestle kind, not the weird chalky American kind). Once the popcorn was popped, he dumped it in a bowl and mixed in the Smarties before flopping down to channel-flip.

Boring, boring, boring.... I Kissed A Velociraptor And I Liked It? Oh yeah. That totally looked like it was worth watching.

[ooc: I've been wanting to use this fake-movie in a CR post for weeks now. DON'T JUDGE ME.]

rings-of-grace.livejournal.com

It had been several weeks, now, since Po had arrived in this strange land, and he felt fairly educated about his new surroundings. The indoor lights and running water had fascinated him, certainly, as had these mysteries called "electronics," but he felt confident that now, at least, he understood these things in theory, if not wholly in practice.

Today, though, he was left with questions as he stared in confusion at the television. He had been told these devices were for entertainment, and thus he'd happily watched as people behind blue boxes bearing their scrawled names had answered questions about this world, moments earlier. But for the last twenty minutes, an older man had appeared and attempted to convince him that comfortable sleep was nigh unto impossible.

Po frowned as he watched, unsure what this strange man's purpose was. He made sleep seem as though it were a mission that could never be achieved without this pillow -- surely the same audience that so enjoyed the questions before wouldn't fall for this spiel? It seemed like misplaced advertising.

And, also, a really stupid pitch for a fairly useless-sounding product, but Po supposed that was neither here nor there.

[this post brought to you by the endless My Pillow infomercial that has been airing on every TV I've happened to see this week. Open!]

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

Was it bad that this place didn't take as much getting used to as expected? Sure, day one was filled with a lot of information and surprise and everything. Maddie was rooming with a girl with time traveling parents and a dinosaur, she'd gotten the rundown on the possibility of turning into a boy from a talking pink pony who held mirrors, there was a girl from an alternate universe of where she came from and also at least two Avengers hanging around, one of which was supposed to be dead in Maddie's time. When she went to bed last night, she wasn't sure she was going to be sticking around.

And then this morning she woke up, remembered that she'd been a superhero-in-training two days ago who was going to be a walking ghost in like ten years, and she realized she wasn't really in a different situation than she was before. Well, here they weren't going to ask her to save the world at all, which was exactly the thing she'd been trying to get away from anyway.

Since her side of the room still looked too depressingly empty to want to hide out in there, Maddie ventured out into the common room to check it out. Where "check it out" meant "find a seat on the sofa and make sure they had cable."

[Open CR!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby'd been kind of... well, kind of a hermit the past few months, let's admit it. But with what seemed like most of the population off on holidays, things were quiet enough that he felt like maybe venturing out into a common room could be a thing.

Common room and... Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out. The episode where Dakota had a crush on some guy which resulted in a series of adorable misunderstandings and an important life lesson about being yourself at the end.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby'd gone out for pizza and had come back with... several pizzas. So, naturally, he did what was traditional in these situations and headed for the common room.

Flipping through the channels in search of something good resulted in stumbling across some sort of... live feed. Toby wasn't sure exactly what was going on, except that it seemed to involve someone playing a video game? Possibly? It was entertaining, at least.

[ooc: DESERT BUUUUUUUUS.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Eighteen wasn't so different from seventeen thus far, except for the fact that it was kind of a big day to be turning eighteen. Olive had gone out and done her civic duty earlier that day, and somehow the rite of casting her very first vote hadn't been all that exciting. Maybe she was too cynical, or maybe she was too ADHD in general. Either way, she'd spent most of her time in line, texting, before finally, painstakingly filling out her ballot.

She was now in the common room, as she'd emailed she would be, with a festive birthday hat cocked to one side on her head. She'd put on NBC -- though at eleven she'd change it to Comedy Central, because Jon Stewart was both more palatable and kind of hot -- and was vaguely watching the screen in between texting with Rhiannon (who was waiting in her own voting line -- god help them all.)

There was a stack of pizzas as well as some ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and Olive was fine with going ahead and terming this a 'party.' As long as no one brought a case of beer again, Sparkle. And...Cade. And Atton. (It was hard to be narratively accusing when there were so many guilty parties last time.)

[party is open to alllllll.]

dollpocalypse

Now, Topher could tell that there was some kind of activity going on outside. It looked like a fair or a carnival, but either way it didn't really hold much appeal to him, and besides that he didn't think his parents were around to buy him a ticket. So he wasn't going to bother with it.

Instead he went to the kitchen, and with his trusty goggles on, he climbed onto a chair and began assembling a sandwich. What he really wanted was pancakes, but he had no idea how to make those. A sandwich, though, he could do, even if the cheese-to-turkey ratio was turning out awfully high and about sixty percent of the lettuce (because all sandwiches had to have lettuce even if it was gross, right?) was ending up on the floor. He figured there was probably a housekeeper here like at home who could take care of that.

Once he was done, he got a chocolate milk carton out of the fridge and settled at the table to eat his breakfast. Maybe he'd be the only one here. He'd like that.

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

So. She was really, obviously,stupid to think that things would be different here, right? Like...she could just have friends here, and be happy, and oh, god, last week she'd had a party and people had come and no one had made fun of her or paid her at all, and she had a homecoming date, and --

Well. Probably not, anymore. Olive was back to feeling just as ostracized as she had back in Ojai. And it wasn't even that she was embarrassed about what she'd done -- that was a little bit of it, sure. But the reason she was up here on the roof, crying, her knees tucked up to her chest -- and crap, now the cliches were following her, too -- was that she'd gotten used to things just being...normal here. And now the whole thing had followed her after all, and there was a common room of people she actually cared about laughing at her all trussed up in lingerie, who all knew about all of the lying.

So, yeah. Cliche or not, she would just sit here and feel sorry for herself, and then run back down to her room and pack her things before Karolina could notice she was gone. Or something. That didn't seem like the most intelligent course of action, but she couldn't think clearly at the moment.

[totally open, obviously.]

dollpocalypse

Well, around five on Thursday evening, Topher learned that Portalocity officially sucked harder than he had ever suspected, because they'd somehow managed to jostle his luggage on his return trip from Africa badly enough that his laptop screen was cracked.

He had other laptops, yeah, but this one was the fastest, so until he could replace it tomorrow, he grabbed an HDMI cable, hooked it up to display on the TV, and checked his email there. And then some forums. And then his Facebook and some tracked tags on Tumblr and... look, he had a lot of stuff going on, okay? He doubted anyone was going to say anything.

After a while, he began wondering whether there was anything else he was supposed to do tonight. There was some work for Peter he still had to do, of course, but that kind of thing probably merited more privacy than a common room TV screen. There was... oh, right, wasn't he supposed to talk to that Tomato girl?

Not Tomato. Another vegetable. Or maybe plant. Was Venus Fly Trap a name? No, wait, she wasn't a superhero, that didn't sound right.

But Topher was comfortable, and he didn't want to talk to Lettuce when he could just hang out on the couch here. Internet-stalking her was almost the same thing, right? Sure, it took a little more effort since he had to actually check the school database for a list of names first in order to find out what her actual name was (and Topher personally thought Tomato would've been a better choice, but hey, that was Olive's parents' fault), but before long he had a few searches going.

Hmm. There was a surprising amount of dirt on this girl, Topher had to say. Including something called freeolive.com, which brought him to a video.

"I really hope this isn't a creepy valkyrie thing," he said aloud, eyeing it dubiously before hitting play.

[[this common room brought to you by request of

dirtiest_skank, of course. please beware spoilers for easy a within, but it is open!]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Right, so. Fall break was officially starting and Toby was celebrating by...

watching ridiculous pre-teen-oriented dramas on Nickelodeon, apparently.

Tonight's fare? Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out. It's the episode where Dakota wants to make her mom's lawn look super-nice for her upcoming wedding to her soon-to-be-stepfather, so she uses weedkiller on the lawn, not realizing that, well. Grass is a plant.

Can Madison help her BFF save the day from being totally ruined? Possibly with judicious application of green spray paint? LET'S FIND OUT.

[ooc: ... I enjoy turning fake TV shows into real TV shows.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal (though pretty much everything was colorful or chocolately or sugary. No Raisin Bran for you. Who were you people, who wanted like, Chex at Pajama Club?) as well as some milk and a set of bowls. Since it was still relatively warm out, Olive's pajamas were not particularly cozy, but they were, at least, pretty cute.

"Welcome to Pajama Club," she said, once pretty much everyone was assembled. "I'm Olive, if you didn't already know. And I'll be honest, this mostly started as a joke but I'm kind of super-glad that so many people turned out. Um, for our first meeting, I figured we'd do introductions and maybe you could share why you joined? Oh, and your favorite type of cereal, so I know what to get for meetings."

myownface

Okay, so Sparkle had attempted to detach the velcro-cat several times on Thursday, to no avail. And on Friday, he'd been kind of flattered that the little black blob of clingy kitten had stuck around, but kind of concerned all the same. It wasn't as though he knew how to take care of a pet, after all. He'd fed it a can of tuna, gave it some water, and took it outside to do its business a few times, because it wasn't like he owned a litterbox or anything.

When Velcro was still around this morning, he'd relented. Even used some of the money he'd been saving from working at Demon Marcus to get cat supplies that morning, because... well, if it was going to stick around, it was probably a good idea to keep it from crapping in his laundry pile or something.

The thing was, Velcro didn't seem to like the crunchy cat-kibble things that Sparkle had bought. A bit of a piss-off, since he didn't have all that much money in the first place, but hey, that was what common room food was for, at least until he could wean the little guy off of people-food. A rummage through the cupboards, at least, yielded some canned food that the kitten did seem to like.

"Hah! Cats do too eat ham!"

Why did Fandom let Sparkle keep the cat, again?

[OOC: Open common room is open, and all Sparkle threads will be fuelled by the power of chocolate-covered espresso beans. Fear.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica walked into the common room to... Um. To. Crud. To do something. She walked into the common room to... do... something. But now she was standing by the doorway because she completely blanked on what she was coming here to do. Watch something on TV? She wasn't hungry, so it wasn't food related. Did she forget something in there? She was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

She turned to walk out of the room when she was struck by inspiration. She was in here for... Damn. She lost it the second she walked back into the room.

Screw it. Whatever. She was just going to have a seat, turn on the TV - the stupid Extreme Musical Chairs Game Show That Sounds Like Cursing was on and, well, sometimes you had to watch train wrecks like Oh Sit! - and wait for the universe to reveal why the hell she was there in the first place. Even if it did mean she was going to impatiently look around to see what she missed like every five seconds.

[OOC: Last week when

dirtiest_skank asked me for CR prompts, this was rejected for the Spanish DNC. So I'm using it now. Because I had something else in mind but couldn't remember what it was.

And just so there's no confusion, Oh Sit! is an actual show on the CW. I DON'T KNOW HOW. All I know about it comes from that link.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

When Olive had woken to the shrieks of her classmates and seen unfamiliar young ladies in the halls, she'd put it together with the information she'd been given about people changing genders, and she laaaaaaughed. Oh, initially, how she'd laughed.

But eventually, the laughter had given way to her natural instinct to help, along with her resourcefulness. So Saturday morning found her in the common room vaguely making pancakes (she'd gotten a batch down) and, more important, with a box of her (many, many) clothes and a sign set up beside it. Yes, she had included some of her items from the whole...thing. No, she had not included any bustiers. Or bras. You were on your own there, boys. But there was quite a collection of tank tops and cardigans and leggings and skinny jeans, at least. (And a Juicy sweatshirt that probably should go to someone with bigger boobs than her own. She'd been told this.)

TAKE SOMETHING. BECAUSE NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO DRESS WITH BOOBS, AND YOU MIGHT STILL WAKE UP LIKE THIS TOMORROW

In smaller letters, she'd added:

Ladies, feel free to donate to the cause. Write your name on the tag and I'll make sure it gets returned to you.

There was a sharpie beside the box for such a purpose -- and an "OP" on each of Olive's tags -- and she'd brought her sewing kit down for modifications, should they be needed.

And of course, in her pocket, she had a camera, too. She was kind, but she wasn't stupid.

[open CR is open, for all your "oh god i need clothes" needs, and/or if you are a kind person who'd like to donate. or if you just want pancakes to go with your breasts!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

After work, Jessica was still trying to deal with the fact that she tasted like SPAM. It displeased her so much that she felt the strong need to grab some food from the common room that would allow her poor tastebuds to focus on something else.

The fact that there was a cake with seven candles in it for some reason seemed like karma. Or justice. Or dumb luck. Or like an opportunity to make a seven year old cry. But since the odds of that last one being true seemed small, Jessica took a piece of cake. And it tasted pretty great. Like karmic justice. And definitely not SPAM.

[OOC: Common room is open and cake is wonderful!]

robinonadderall

Despite looking and acting like a complete nerd, Stiles did really have a love for sports. He just sucked at playing them for the most part. So he was actually pretty excited about college football starting up tonight and had the TV in the common room playing ESPN so he could maybe pick up bits and pieces of the game. Bits and pieces because Stiles couldn't manage to sit still and watch TV for more than five minutes without getting bored.

To fight that he had also brought his laptop out with him and was now sitting on the couch googling possible ways he could hide his scent in an attempt to keep Derek from knowing he visited a certain bar. Huh...would Cade mind if he rolled all over his sheets?

[I took off work today, so here's a common room]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Tonight, Toby decided, was a 'laze around in the common room with pizza and hilariously terrible movies' sort of night.

Which was why there were a number of pizza boxes on the table, and Cactibear- that made-for-TV classic about a half-bear, half-cactus that killed base-jumpers- on TV.

Aww yeah.

[eta: FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP RIDICULOUS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT'S HAPPENING ON SCREEN, GUYS. ANYTHING GOES.]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

So, okay, Olive had sort of...sublimated all the stuff from yesterday. It was just easier, if she stopped freaking out and just rolled with stuff. So, okay, yesterday she'd met a guy from another galaxy and a robot and hey her roommate could fly. No big deal. Really.

You know what was helping? TV. Olive wasn't like, a TV junkie or anything, but being able to count on a Sunday afternoon spent in front of a marathon of ~~the meta for~~ Futurama was like a universal constant. A multi-universal nexus constant, even, it seemed.

So Olive had brought out her sewing to the common room and flung herself down on the couch, eyes half-trained on the screen and half on her needle. Eventually, she might even get up and make popcorn or something, but that seemed like work. Right now, she was good where she was, thanks.

[open, totes. And do you know how hard it is to make up a meta for Futurama? I don't usually give up on these things.]

liarallmyown.livejournal.com

Jace didn't tend to spend too much time in common rooms. He wasn't the most sociable person in the first place and he didn't quite understand the fascination with television. But on occasion there were times where he was bored enough to put up with both for the sake of entertainment. Today would be one of those days. Which would explain why he was hanging around the common room on his floor.

He didn't know whose leftover Chinese it was in the fridge but it was his now and if someone wanted to watch something that wasn't sports coverage well...too bad.

[Post is open, yep]

notconflicted

Sia had gone to the common room looking to make dinner, really. Unlike some family members, she'd figured out pretty quickly that putting dry pasta in boiling water and throwing some sauce on it was really all you had to do, and no one even had to push her into doing it.

She hadn't gotten that far yet, because she'd been distracted by her phone ringing. "I'm sorry," she replied once she'd listened. "You have the wrong person." And she hung up.

A moment later, her phone rang again. "I told you before, this is the wrong number. Stop calling."

It was ringing again. She was contemplating throwing the phone itself in some boiling water.

[This is what happens when you ask Nick for a prompt. Open!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

So. Today was Toby's sixteenth birthday. He'd decided against holding an actual party or anything in favour of just hanging out in the common room with some pizza and cake.

And the Titanium Dude movies, which he'd been meaning to check out ever since going to the movies with Kenzi last month.

[ooc: Yes, I know Titanium Man is a Marvel villain, but dude, there are only so many cool-sounding metals out there, so Titanium Dude it is. Food is moddable, CR is open!]

district12baker.livejournal.com

Peeta had almost been here for a full week and the whole thing still didn't feel quite real to him. Not living in fear was a new thing, and he wasn't quite sure how to react to it so he decided to settle down and do something familiar to clear his head. That something being baking, obviously. The kitchens were well stocked enough but the equipment was different than what Peeta was used to so he decided to stick with making cupcakes rather than anything too elaborate. The first batch was done and cooling and the second was almost ready to go in the oven. He was even making his own buttercream frosting because that can of pre-made stuff he found in the pantry was gross.

It wasn't so much clearing his head so much as it was a nice distraction, but he would take what he could get.

[Baking is so an identity. Open of course]

liarallmyown.livejournal.com

It came to Jace's attention that one couldn't spend all their time watching Real Housewives shows. Before he had came here he had no interest in television at all but now he had a borderline addiction to those plastic looking hussies. And now they had them in Vancouver!

The mere fact that he got excited over Canadian Real Housewives was a sign he needed to get out a bit. The roof seemed like a logical place to go since he had always liked heights and it was a place he wasn't likely to run into anyone he found too annoying. He figured annoying people hung out at coffee shops and bookstores, places like that.

He picked a spot near the edge of the roof to sit down at and looked over towards the ground, wondering what kind of rune would be required to survive a jump from here. Not that he was stupid enough to try it. He was just stupid enough to ponder it.

[The roof, of course, is open]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It was Toby's turn to man the Prom tickets table, so here he was. Of course, it took him all of five minutes sitting down before he was finding glitter in his hair thanks to the signage.

Sigh.

Oh well, he supposed it'd go away eventually. Like a week or two. In the meantime, there were tickets to be bought, and prom royalty to vote for.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby hadn't been affected by this weekend's weirdness, but he'd had a vague idea something was up even before this morning's radio broadcast.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, so he ordered a couple pizzas and set himself up in the common room. Food usually drew people, after all, and he figured that, at least, was bound to stay the same regardless of any weirdness going on.

withasword.livejournal.com

Some people were cut out to be parents. They were patient, and calm, and loved the whole idea of raising progeny. Kate... was not one of these people. Dave had deposited her with their droid baby earlier, and she'd done as little parenting as possible since. In the name of giving it something to do that wasn't spread everything she owned all over floor, she took it down to the common room to let it crawl freely.

Once the imaginatively named 'It' seemed happy enough, she sat down with a book (or tried to, rather) routinely having to get up to reroute him towards something other than the television, which she was sure wouldn’t do well with being chewed on.

After the first... several times, she was tempted to start throwing cushions at it rather than keep getting up. That was okay, wasn’t it?

Everyone should just be glad she hadn't left it with anything sharp.

[[ open common room! ]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

dressedinblood

Anna had takeout.

Anna had a lot of takeout, from about half of the restaurants in town, and while she didn't expect she could eat all of it, especially not after pancakes (with lots of butter and syrup and bacon) for breakfast and a cheeseburger (also with bacon) and fries and a chocolate milkshake (oh, chocolate) for lunch, she intended to at least try to sample everything. Because food, as it turned out, was even more delicious than she remembered, and she hadn't been able to decide, so she just...bought all of it.

Since she didn't stand a prayer of eating all of this, she was more than happy to share, but if anyone tried to touch the brownies she'd gotten at J,GoB, she'd probably take your hand off.

"Okay, so what's Pad Thai?" she muttered to herself, and then took a bite.

Pad Thai, as it turned out, was delicious.

((Open common room is open! And full of food.))

willbethenight.livejournal.com

It was probably best not to explain how it had come to this. But it really started with the fact that there weren't enough girls around right now and, well, Bruce had been somewhat preoccupied with girls this week.

That lack of girls to occupy his time brought him to the sixth floor, where he found the sign. You know, the one by the entry to the common room that said "~~TOTALLY HETERO SHIRTLESS BRO BASH~~ GUY PARTY." Yes, as the crossed out portion of the sign indicated, Bruce was shirtless. It was hard work getting all of the stuff set up, with the TVs and tables and stuff. That was work you couldn't do with a shirt on with things being what they were with the heat and such.

And boy, was there a lot to set up. Bruce made sure there were a few TV screens set up, a poker table, and a selection of sodas, chips, and sandwiches.

This was why crime in Gotham was screwed. This was the kind of party Bruce Wayne threw on a whim. And he didn't even have to punch anyone to make it happen.

[OOC: Clearly something was needed for the guys left without girls for the night. Thanks to

childhood_taunt for the brainstorming.

Open to all student guys (and crashers, if any non-guys want to crash). Shirtlessness is optional, but c'mon. Be a man.]

dollpocalypse

So after their...uh, the movie they'd seen last night, Topher and Billy had ~~handwavily or not, it depends~~ headed back to the common room to watch a Space Battles marathon. And... apparently they'd fallen asleep there.

Waking up, Topher opened his eyes, slowly lifted his head off of Billy's shoulder (what? He was comfy!), took in the room, and shrieked at the top of his lungs.

"OH MY GOD!"

[[open like a weird weekend common room, omg. no, i did not set an alarm to wake up and post this. YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING.]]

life_inshadow

It was a lazy kind of Saturday night, but Tara had learned to cherish those on the island. She was still thinking about Loki's offer of trying a blood magic spell to teleport. It probably wasn't smart, but at the same time, it wasn't like you tried dark magic once and instantly went evil, right? She was in control.

In an attempt to be social and to quit worrying about magic, she had ordered a pizza -- veggie deluxe, no green peppers -- and had it delivered to her common room. She was going to munch a piece and watch a rerun of ~~Chuck~~ Chip until somebody told her to stop.

[OOC: Open common room, sort-of-method RP.]

dressedinblood

Anna wandered into the second floor common room on Monday afternoon in search of something to do with herself. She picked up the remote control, not really knowing what it was or what it did, and wound up turning on the TV, which gave her a bit of a start at first. She hadn't realized that flat black thing was a television. They had been substantially different when she was alive, and her family had never had one, anyway. And it was in color and the picture was so crisp and bright!

She was quickly able to figure out the remote now that she knew what it was for, and she flipped through the channels--"Good grief, how many are there?"--until she found "HOCKEY!" Her squeal of delight was possibly the happiest she'd sounded since, well. Since she was alive. And they were playing outside! How fun! "Who's playing?" she muttered to herself, squinting at the screen. "The Rangers and...who are the Flyers? Philadelphia? Well...I guess that makes sense..." The NHL couldn't possibly have stayed exactly the same for the last fifty-three years. She would have to find out more.

You could take the ghost out of Canada, but not Canada out of the ghost, it seemed.

((Open!))

batwaffles.livejournal.com

Even a few days in Gotham City was long enough for Stephanie to notice how quiet Fandom was by comparison. She didn't mind; it wasn't a bad kind of quiet, just a little jarring at first.

She had a slight frown on her face as she made her way back up to the school from the causeway, weekend bag slung over her shoulder. Holiday weekend or not, Batman hadn't taken it easy on her in training.

Guess the big guy doesn't believe in long holiday weekends. Or holiday cheer.

. . . Batman had been, shall we say, generous with the constructive criticism, emphasis ironic.

Lots of working out, sure, and Stephanie was still a little stiff from that, but she'd spent a lot of time working on observational skills and mnemonic techniques. Her head was full, and she was mulling over all kinds of detectivey things.

And in no hurry to get inside, either; you just didn't see stars like this in Gotham.

[OOC: Open, sure, whee!]

wasthecuteone

It was Petra's birthday, and she was throwing her own party, thank you very much, because she deserved a party, and also cake. There were streamers and balloons, a cake she'd picked up at J,GoB (She didn't realize it yet, but the inside looked like this. It would be a delightful surprise) and ice cream, along with chips and dips and plenty of other ~~moddable~~ snacks and drinks. There was a ~~handwavey~~ party playlist pumping from Petra's iPod's speaker dock, and there was a ball pit. What more could any party want? Petra was pretty sure the answer was nothing. Come on, ball pit.

The birthday girl was wearing a green velvet party dress and her sparkly gold boots. She had on black leggings under the dress, though, because she was totally getting in that ball pit and didn't want to flash anyone. Especially, you know, considering, but mostly just in general.

((Open party is open to all!))

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Popcorn. Nuts. Cookies. Pretzels. Chips. A liter of Diet Coke. And one of those Barry Plodder movies on TV.

Hello, Denial, Kenzi's old friend. Nom nom nom noooom.

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Wasn't it weird how, after you spoke in questions for an hour, you started thinking entirely in questions too? Was it a little like how if you read the same word over and over again, it started to look incredibly strange? Or was it nothing like that at all?

Also, was there Diet Coke, or had it all gotten drunk by miscreants again? Could Quinn just have a cold drink and a decentWendy the Werewolf Stalker rerun, or was that asking too much?

Why was it asking too much? And why was something hard in the couch cushion poking her in the butt? Did life always have to be a constant trial?

[OOC: Open common room. Come play the question game!]

wasthecuteone

Okay so. Half of everyone were little kids running amok. Petra didn't think she had a hope of corralling them all, and she wasn't that great with kids anyway, so she honestly hadn't even tried. But as the day wore on, she'd realized they'd all be getting hungry soon, if they weren't already, and might not be able to fend for themselves. She'd thought about ordering pizza, but she didn't think she had enough money for that and feared the kids would think 'pizza party' meant 'excuse to act even crazier.' So she'd called her dad and gotten his recipe for vegetable soup, packed up Fake Baby Sadie, and gone shopping, then to the common room, where a big pot of soup was now simmering on the stove with a pile of grilled cheese sandwiches on a plate nearby.

"I sure hope there are some hungry kids around here!" she sing-songed as she stirred the soup. "I can't eat this all myself!" Fake Baby Sadie made a burbling noise, and she frowned at her. The thing was really kind of creepy, the more time you spent around it. "Not you. You don't eat real food."

If any hungry big kids wanted to stop by, that would, of course, also be fine, and probably help Petra's sanity.

dollpocalypse

Topher was exploring.

Usually he had to be careful. Mom and Dad didn't like it when he went too far or wandered outside. But today Mom and Dad weren't around, and anyway he had all the necessary precautions -- his safety goggles, a pair of gloves, and a magnifying glass -- just like the scientists on TV. So it should be safe to see what was nearby.

Like in this room, the TV was all weird and skinny, not like the TVs at home. He wanted to go behind it to see what wires did what, but Mom had yelled at him last time. So instead he took his magnifying glass and used it to look at the buttons on the remote, but really, really big. It looked cool!

While he played with the remote, he turned on the TV. Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons... ooh, but a special about fireworks was on! That was enough to distract him from the buttons, so he came up closer to sit on the floor and hold up the magnifying glass to the TV instead. It made the fireworks all big and pretty.

It was a good thing there weren't any big kids around, he decided. They would just laugh at him like the kids at home. Better that he had this whole big room and TV all to himself.

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby had just gone to get a little dinner for himself, but apparently the Chinese food place was in the middle of a 5-for-1 special. Which, well. He wasn't gonna turn down free food, but now he had entirely too much. Hence, common room, in hopes that he might be able to foist off some of this food instead of letting it go to waste.

Flipping through the channels, he stopped on something apparently called Spirit Speaker, and before he knew it he was totally sucked in to the storyline.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

After second period, Annie lugged all the supplies she had access to down to the rec room, figuring it wouldn't distract people in the lobby (especially while tickets were on sale) but people could wander over if they were interested. They might have to work around some stuff, being the rec room and all, but it was doable. It wouldn't hurt anyone to see homecoming decorations beforehand, right? She'd sent an email to the rest of Student Council to make sure they knew where she was and to bring anything they might have with them that might help out, and then got all the ~~moddable~~ supplies she had set up in an orderly fashion.

Then she found a spot on the floor to begin applying glitter to a moose.

That's right. You were going to get glitter moosen, and you were going to like it.

[Mainly for the StuCo members, but if you just wanna wander on in, come see! Be blinded by glitter! So much glitter!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

Toby was still a little gobsmacked that he was even on the student council at all, to be honest. But here he was, sitting at a table with an exceedingly glittery sign and some Homecoming tickets to sell.

HOMECOMING 2011
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE!!

In addition, there was the Homecoming Court ballot box. Mustn't forget that.

necroslacker

It was shaping up to be a lazy, lazy weekend. In the past, most of Sam's weekends had been lazy so he was an expert in how to deal with laziness and even if he was trying to change his lazy, lazy ways, he still could take a day and settle down on a common room couch with some takeout Chinese food (noodles only, of course) and some inane action movie on television. His attention wasn't all that into the movie so he knew almost immediately when Brooke popped up beside him, stretching out on the couch like she wasn't dead.

"Frank's gotten cuter," she said, reaching over to try and take some of Sam's food. It didn't work.

"Yeah? Why didn't you pop up last weekend and tell him that? Bet he would have liked it."

Brooke shrugged. "Lots of people around. I didn't want to scare anyone."

Sam nodded because he could understand that. This place was weird but there were probably some guests that wouldn't expect to see the ghost of a murdered girl appearing to talk with her very much alive friend. Sam made a note to let Frank know about Brooke's compliment.

"I miss food," Brooke sighed, looking longingly at Sam's food. "I'd even eat Plumpy's food at this point."

Sam made a face at her. "Death has made you go completely nuts."

Brooke stared at him and for a second, Sam thought he might have said something wrong. Then, she started laughing and nodded her agreement. "Yeah, God, you're right. I can't believe I said that out loud. Gross. Gross."

"Gross," Sam agreed and quieted down, not really minding at all when Brooke stayed where she was. He didn't think she got a lot of time to watch movies like this anymore.

[Post is open! If you'd like to see Brooke, you're welcome to notice her. She'll pop away quickly. If you don't wanna see her, feel free to mod that she's gone. Radio's free to report that Sam was just talking to himself!]

Current Mood: lazy

life_inshadow

After two years-and-counting in Fandom, all Tara had done when she woke up a boy was sigh wearily and hope it was her last time for the ritual humiliation. She didn't like dealing with boy bits, even if it was just for a weekend. But beyond that and a scrabble for clothes, it was a normal day.

Which meant that after dinner, she was about ready to be vaguely social. She printed out a recipe and started working on a batch of banana nut muffins. Baking was a comfort, even if you were stuck in the wrong body.

[OOC: Open common room.]

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