nadiathesaint: (intorspective)
[personal profile] nadiathesaint
After doing a whole lot of . . . well, nothing useful at all, really, for most of the day, Nadia was continuing the trend.

Currently, she was watching a documentary about different snakes around the world.

The lady who caught the anacondas in Brazil was awesome.

[ooc: open]
demonbelthazor: (Blue)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
Bel was busy setting up the fifth floor common room. He pushed the couches and chairs to the walls to clear the center of the room, then arranged some pallets he'd found and shimmered upstairs to create a makeshift runway. He lined the edges with white christmas tree lights. Music, big flashlight to serve as a spotlight, yeah, he was set.

There was nothing like watching someone else humiliate themselves when you've suffered it the night before.


ETA: And the show begins.
[identity profile] kitty--fetish.livejournal.com
His own room wasn't exactly large, so Alphonse opted to invade the common room instead. Small piles of paper were scattered on the floor all around him, along with notebooks filled with scribbles; most of them were lengthy paragraphs of notes and others had varying versions of alchemic arrays.

He sat, read and reread, and contently ate a box of cookies in the meantime.

[ ooc: Open to all. Poke at will. ]
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
Togusa finally opened his eyes for the first time since over the weekend. Hell, he had slept the entire time away while running some system checks on himself, plus a few annoying cyber-dreams where his tachikoma was also checked for bugs. Clean and clear, but it left him irritable. Why on earth had he signed up to send all info to Section Nine every few weeks?

Ah well. Class. Then maybe he would write a letter home to Batou and see how folks were doing there. Catch up on what happened over the weekend. He assumed that Walter had gotten Pup back while he was out for the count. He took a shower, grumbled when he felt a spark in his hearing augmentation, and figured that it might just be noise on the net. Tossing on some clothes (Including the white hooded shirt that served double as his camoflauge, he stalked out, still rubbing the back of his head.

[OOC: Togusa's mun had a very busy weekend. Just to clear up why anyone thought he looked like a corpse on the bed.]
nadiathesaint: (in the dark)
[personal profile] nadiathesaint
Nadia made it up a couple flights before she just sort of flopped down to the ground.

She was very drunk.

It was the tequila that did it. The evil, evil tequila. And she never would have gone for the tequila if she hadn't sung.

She giggled softly to herself. That GOB. What a comedian. A master satirist. The puppet, and the deadpan. . . . And the zombies. . . .

She sighed happily to herself, and passed out on the landing.
[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com
Now with hidden pictures! )
After finally waking up in the Clinic not long ago, Pippi was very distressed to find she had slept the day away and missed both her Friday classes.

There went her bid for a perfect attendance record...

She made a mental note to learn everything she could about time travel... Maybe she could fix it.

She made a few calls. And then settled down in the common room with her math and gardening books because one should not shirk one's education just because one becomes trapped in the spirit world for a short time.

The television is on, the Hitler History Channel is showing yet annother WWII documentory something about Pirates. Every so often, Pippi looks up at the TV and laughs.


[[ooc: you know. open and stuff.
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
After all was said and done, Togusa walked through the halls in a fairly good mood. He had heard that Edward had been almost been hit by one of the numerous chickens that were still flocking the hallways. Humming the 1812 overture, people might have heard this...

"BAAAAHHHH Da da da da DA da da! "BWAK!" Bahhh Da da da da DAH da da! "BWAK!"

And so on. He's honestly trying to avoid hitting people, but the chickens are annoying him.

"Diddle dee dee dee duh dee dee dee! "BWAK!"

He might invite students to see who can punt a chicken the furthest....(Just don't tell his Tachikoma. It likes the chickens.)
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
Togusa opened his eyes and glanced down. There was a chicken sitting on his bed, glaring at him. He looked around for his roommate, not seeing him around. Getting up, he plucked up the chicken and grinned down at it.

"Ready for a flying lesson?" He opened the window and punted the chicken out of the window.

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Togusa was not getting tired of this game. He pulled on some clothes and decided that he needed some food. After speech class, of course. Maybe he would drop by and find out if Walter still had that darned puppy.
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
Togusa parked his Tachikoma in its usual hiding space, threw the muppet chicken into his pocket, where it clucked in irritation. "Where the hell did these come from anyway?" Pulling on his therm optics, he cradled the puppy so it was also covered. "So little guy, how come you are all by yourself?"

He walked up to the fifth floor and gaped at all the chickens. Shrugging, he pulled his out of his pocket and flung the chicken as far as he could. "Let's find you something to eat," he crooned to the puppy.

Around the Dorms

Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 11:07 am
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
In every common room and at each entrance to the stairs, there is a sheet of paper and a pen dangling on a string.

ARE YOU COMPETITIVE?
Are your skills or abilities unusual, exceptional, or unique?

Do you want to compete and it seems as though there's no one to provide you with the proper challenge?

Sign up here and describe what abilities you would like to be able to find some competition for.

We're especially looking for some of you magic using students. We will provide or create a safe environment for competitions of all types.




[ooc: I'm looking to organize the Fandom Olympics. If your character has an ability that you think s/he could possibly be wrangled into competing with, let me know. For instance, Walter and Yuffie will probably be racing up one of the dorm walls after it has been covered in thorns. Odd matchups and contests will be fun and are what I'm looking for. I'm fact finding for the moment before submitting a big plot proposal. Help me out here. It will be fun.]
nadiathesaint: (the balls!)
[personal profile] nadiathesaint
In a brilliant cascade of colors and bounciness, several hundred rubber balls of varying sizes, from the small superbouncy balls to the large playground balls bounds cheerfully down the stairs in a omg dangerous beautiful display of . . . ballsiness ballness.

Anyone who should happen to be on the stairs was about to get a bit of a surprise if they haven't been warned by omg!traitors!

[ball attack! join the craziness! Craziness over with! Come join the ball-infused cleanupness! no, wait....]
nadiathesaint: (satisfied)
[personal profile] nadiathesaint
Nadia lugged the bags of balls out to the lounge, with Furball chasing close behind her. All she had to do was wait for the others to arrive, and her plan could be launched.

She wondered if maybe the not-Lorne-green-guy would be filming this afternoon. She'd love to get to see everyone's expressions when the balls were launched.

[fifth and sixth floorers! Our time is nigh!]
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
Ah...food. Real food from home. Batou had sent Togusa a care package filled to the brim with Japanese goodies. He carefully laid out the mochi, naruto, natto and other dishes that came. Good thing they were shipped overnight. He grinned at what was at the bottom of the package. Thermo optics of his own to wear! He hid those carefully under his street clothes.

His Tackikoma was in the woods and had promised to not barge in tonight.

Anyone who has the munchies, come on down. Feel free to bring something if you don't like what's on the table!
[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com
Pip has, in a gesture of Pip-like generosity, decided to cook for his sick roommate. And, since he was at it, he decided to cook for the entire floor as well. He's set up a table with a wide variety of crepes, the one food he really knows how to cook well. If you can name it, Pip probably has that type of crepe available.

He himself sitting behind the table, smoking a cigarette and muching on the crepes. Anyone who wants to stop by, have a crepe is welcome to.

He may or may not have written "Vote for Pip as Freshman Rep!" on every single napkin.
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
[ooc: picking up from here. After Togusa (or his Tachikoma) posts, feel free to jump in.]


"Wait, say that again." Walter finished sliding down the outside of the Tachikoma, Victor still unconscious (more asleep) in his arms. "Who hacked him? He's not bleeding. What do you mean?"

He stood on his toes, peering up into the Tachikoma's cockpit to see Togusa still immobile. "What's wrong with him?"
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
Walter bustled in to the common room and unpacked the items he'd just picked up down at the Emporium, tucking the wire cutters into his pocket for the time being.

He put a pot of water on to boil and pulled out a pan to begin browning the meat.

Shepherd's Pie tonight for anyone who eats meat, which in Walter's opinion, should be everyone, but he knew that not everyone was as sensible as he. They'd have to miss out since he'd neglected the makings of a salad.


[ooc: open for dinner and interaction, Walter's making a very large meal to share with his new cohabitants, since he's a bit picky about what he eats and the cafeteria food doesn't sound as though it falls under his guidelines of acceptable food.]
[identity profile] section9-togusa.livejournal.com
After recieving his key and paperwork, Togusa decided that he would try to talk to some people later on. He wanted to look over some things on his laptop, and he hoped that his roommate, Pip Bernadette was not going to be around.

There were a lot of odd people (And some not) around, and he made a few mental notes about what he saw before reaching the 5th floor of the dorms. The room was empty, so he flopped down on his bed and pulled out his laptop. Pulling the wire from the back of his neck out, he plugged in and started to surf, looking up different news articles and other things. Practice for Section 9, after all.

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