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Third Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

... 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?

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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.]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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.

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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

"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?))

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Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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!]

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5th Floor Common Room, Sunday morning

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.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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.]

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Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

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!]

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Second floor common room- Sunday afternoon

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!]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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.]

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Fifth Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon onwards]

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.]

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Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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.

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The Roof [Thursday evening]

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.]

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Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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!]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

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.]

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Pajama Club! - First floor lobby [Tuesday after classes]

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."

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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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.]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

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.]