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theheadkid.livejournal.com

The warm, sunny day typically meant that Travis would go out, skateboard a bit, maybe walk around and then come back to his room and rest. That didn't happen today. Today, he'd spent most of the morning in his room before finally heading up to the roof.

He wasn't sure if he'd ever been up there before. It smelled good, fresh. It was warm and Travis couldn't help tilting his head forward and feeling the sun hit the still smooth skin on his neck. No scar. He smiled and twisted the ring on his finger.

Even if he felt like everyone he passed had their eyes on his ring, it was his. It was his and it wasn't anyone else's and he was the beneficiary of whatever this ring had done to his neck and his scar. No one else. From up on the roof, he could see almost everything.

It was a pretty nice view, really. He sighed and leaned against the edge of the roof, relaxed and content.

[Open place/post]

Current Mood: content

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis just couldn't stay inside any longer. Even if it was cold outside, the fact that it wasn't snowing or raining ice or something was enough for him. After the vacation (which had left him with a nice tan), coming back to winter had been hard. But, it had to be almost over. Had to be.

He'd gone out skateboarding earlier, working up a good sweat and making him a lot warmer than a heavy coat and gloves ever would. It'd been good, fun. He'd done that until his legs had burned before trudging back to the school and flopping down on the deck. The chairs were cold but his body warmed them pretty quickly and the sun felt warm on his face.

The cold was almost an afterthought. He propped up his feet on his skateboard and sighed. He found himself missing his movie theatre seats that were currently back home. They'd been old and bulky but he loved them. But, Travis guessed that these chairs weren't so bad. Sure, they lacked the whole being inside thing, they lacked the memories that Travis's theatre seats had and they lacked being at home but they were still pretty cool.

Now, if the school would just install a Space Invaders machine here, he'd be all set.

[Public place, open post]

Current Mood: relaxed

stacyexperiment

What Gwen was learning was that even if you went back on that "I'm better than my hormones" bit this week, it didn't matter if you thought you fixed everything, it came back. So when marched into the common room ready to be grouchy and hate everything some more... and she walked into a party.

There was food spread out, and music playing, and weirdly the furniture had been moved so that a clear circle could be formed around a bottle laying in the middle of the floor. That was sexily ominous.

[Welcome to Spin the Bottle! It's an open CR, so you can totally come to watch and not play, but if you're playing, here are the rules:
If you're playing, ping into the sign in with the number in which you got there. That'll be your number for matches, which will be listed in a separate thread. If you didn't sign up, you're still totally welcome to play, and anyone who pings in later than 18 will be matched with someone already in the pool, so they might get kissed more than once.
Now play ball! ...um not dirty.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Okay, it was cold both outside and inside. Travis was pretty sure there was an icicle or two growing off his hair but he was going to try and make the best of it. Not that it was easy to make the best of a snowstorm and a power outage but doing something was better than doing nothing while freezing.

After his classes, he'd grabbed a bag of marshmallows from the refrigerator, jiggered up a few things that looked like sticks and used the fireplace in the common room as it should be used: to make s'mores.

So, he got to sit in front of the fireplace and be warm (though his several layers of clothes probably helped too) and he got to have delicious sweets. His cheeks were already a nice shade of pink by the time the first s'more was done.

Now he just had to hope that the fireplaces didn't disappear. That would suck.

[Tis open!]

Current Mood: content

tigerundercover

The trouble with going around everywhere shapeshifted into having clothes was that you tended to get a little grimy, leading to more showers than your average teenage girl tended to go for. So it was that she ended up spending her Saturday evening steaming up the bathroom. Hey, she didn't really get cold, but that didn't mean her muscles didn't love a good blast of hot water now and then.

She shifted out of habit as she stepped out, and seeing no one else in the bathroom just yet, took her time looking over her usual disguise in the mirror, trying to decide if she wanted to make any adjustments. Maybe add a mole or a birthmark somewhere? Normal people didn't have perfectly clear skin all over, after all. She fluffed her blonde hair a little, making a pouty face at the mirror, then reached up to wipe a little more steam from the surface.

"I wish I could just look like this all the time."

She let out a sigh and relaxed.

Nothing happened.

She was still blonde.

"Oh my god." She grinned at her reflection, rubbing her arms (so smooth!) and waggled her blonde eyebrows at herself. "Oh my god, I'm normal!" She bounced on her toes -- then froze and frowned. "Wait." She tried to shift to her big beefy man look. Nothing happened. She tried to change her hair to brown. Nothing happened.

"Oh my god," she said again, eyes going wide in the mirror. "Oh god, I'm normal." She tugged her too small towel around herself and looked down at it. "Oh god. I don't have any clothes."

She peered out of the bathroom. Her room wasn't that far. She could make it without traumatizing anyone too much, right?

[ooc: yeah, she'll work out the whole "four more wishes" thing eventually. In the meantime, naked blonde Raven trying to sneak through the third floor!]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis had been mess After class, he was covered in cake, pudding and shaving cream and really just not happy with the world. He'd trudged back to the dorms, up to his room and grabbed some clean clothes before stumbling his way into the bathroom.

And then he took a shower. A long one. He wanted the pudding out of his hair, the shaving cream out from underneath his fingernails and the mud gone from behind his ears.

Of course, as it would happen, this would be the time when a sneaky little gremlin came into the bathroom, nearly getting lost in the steam that was filling up the bathroom. He couldn't even see the student who'd gone into the bathroom. He'd wanted to try for a bite but instead, he just grabbed Travis's clothes, the nearest towel (leaving only a small wash cloth behind) and took off. If he couldn't bite someone, he was going to do the next best thing to screw the student over.

Travis enjoyed his shower for a little while longer before he turned off the water, went to reach for a towel and came back with the wash cloth.

"Uh." Cautiously, he peered outside to see if maybe the towel had been moved. The towel had definitely been moved. So had his clothes. There was nothing left but the wash cloth he was holding and the steam. "Well. Shoot."

This was going to be a challenge. He edged closer to the door and opened it up, letting some steam out. "Anyone out there?" If someone answered, he could ask for help. If no one answered, he was going to make a run for it.

[Open, ofc. You can catch him still in the bathroom or running and trying to cover himself with a wash cloth. Class today afforded a perfect opportunity for this.]

Current Mood: pensive

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Why Travis was venturing out when he was vomiting words over everyone and everything, he didn't know. Maybe talking to someone would make him feel less like some loner slacker than if he spent time in his room, talking to his phone or possibly slipping and trying to talk to Cate. That just did not need to happen.

So, the late afternoon hours found him in the common room, silently flipping through television. Well, he was silent until his phone dinged and a message from Kyle flashed at him.

going on a date. with a guy. advice?

"Yeah, don't get too attached because he's definitely going to find someone else and dump you if you turn your back for a day or die for five years."

Travis closed his mouth and looked a little sick at having let that slip. He was just going to wait on texting Kyle back.

[Open post]

Current Mood: anxious

princessarcasm

Since a certain class had wound up being messier than Amy had anticipated, she was left with wet hair in the middle of the afternoon due to the need for a spontaneous midday shower. So no, this Texan wouldn't be going back outside in the cold today.

Instead, Amy claimed a spot on the common room couch and started to flip through the documentaries playing on TV. There was something about the real-life personal drama of fiction novelists, so she stalled on that for a while. She almost tried to Skype Karma in so they could watch together, but then she remembered that her best friend had school all day, instead of just for an hour here and there.

Well... fine. Amy could watch a documentary by herself. She didn't need her best friend/ex-girlfriend/unsecret crush to join her for it to be fun and interesting, right? ...Right?

stacyexperiment

When Gwen got here a semester ago, she quickly found out how weird the place was... and then kept finding out how much weirder the place was than she thought. So she decided to do the new kids a solid, and that was why there was a huge sheet of butcher block paper taped up on the wall between the girls' and boys' bathrooms.

THINGS ALL NEW KIDS SHOULD KNOW

Somewhere under that, she'd written:

Sometimes you turn into a dude if you're a girl, or a girl if you're a dude.
Sometimes people are from space.
Or alternate universes.
The janitor's an actual troll but he'll give you paper for stuff like this if you ask for it.

Get to adding to it, students.

[This was decided on at the last anniversary, ngl. I'm gonna be gone for a chunk of the day, but you can ping Gwen if you're up for SP, or have your own conversations in this post, or just add your own stuff to the wall!]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis was hungry. There hadn't been any food to find in his room so he'd made his way down a long hallway until he found a place that looked like a living room. It wasn't his living room but it had couches and chairs and a television and, best of all, a refrigerator.

Travis darted over to it, using both hands to tug on it so it'd pop open. Then, he stuck his head in, looking for something, anything. Maybe some cake? Cake sounded good but he was only finding things like eggs and milk and healthy stuff.

"Come on!" Travis moaned to no one in particular. He kept looking and finally found a piece of pizza from one of the many times the pizza boy had delivered too much. Gratefully, Travis grabbed the slice and took it out. He was already eating it when he climbed up onto the couch and turned on the television.

Cartoons time!

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: hungry

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis had put his laundry off for as long as he could. Finally, he'd been down to his last pair of jeans and the oldest white tee shirt that he had. It was worn, battered and hanging on by a thread. It'd been his before he'd died so Jeremy Pratt's bigger, taller body was stretching it so laundry time it was.

The laundry room was empty and quiet when he walked in and tossed his bag up on top of a washer. He spent a few seconds trying to remember how to wash his clothes without 1) shrinking everything 2) bleaching them and 3) turning them colors they shouldn't have been. But, he didn't need to call his mother so he considered that an accomplishment. The clothes got tossed into the washer and voilà, he was done. Or, well, he'd gotten started with minimal pain.

Travis hopped up on an empty washer and put his earbuds in and turned his iPod on. When the music started up, Travis started air drumming against his knee. He kicked his feet lightly against the washer and even rocked his head back and forth with the beat.

Amazing the things you'd do when you were alone. But, the music was good and he was feeling okay so might as well loosen up a little, right?

Just be glad he wasn't singing. Yet.

[Open, natch. And now with correct labeling!]

Current Mood: productive

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis was trying to forget about the baggage, thank you. He knew he had some issues and lingering messes to deal with but he was going to do that later. The weather was too darn nice to stay inside and sulk. And considering he didn't have a class today, it would have been criminal to stay inside.

So, he'd grabbed his skateboard and headed down to the deck. There were a few water bottles and some sandwiches from town on one chair so he'd have sustenance to keep him going. There wasn't a lot of space to actually skate but he figured he could do some tricks over the various chairs, tables and stairs. Nothing too risky but some grindings against rails, some jumps over chairs and some ollies down stairs would be within his skill range.

Or so he hoped. He'd done okay up until now. No crashes, no falls but then he'd gotten a little cocky and tried to hop down the stairs to the deck with his eyes closed. No dice. He'd jumped a little too low and one of the wheels caught on the lip of the stair which sent him flying and then rolling onto the ground around the deck.

For a second, he lay there, making sure nothing was broken. His skateboard was beside him, unharmed. Eventually, he started laughing and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Apparently Jeremy Pratt's body wasn't the perfect specimen Travis thought it was.

But, he was fine and the ground was soft so, although his shirt and pants were gonna be dirty, he'd just sit there and laugh at himself for a little while.

[Open place & post, of course of course]

Current Mood: amused

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

As it turned out, Johnny did, in fact, know how to throw a party for someone 1) on his own and 2) without just stealing rum from squirrels and claiming that made it a party (what the hell, amnesiac him?).

There was food, there was space for presents, there were non-alcoholic drinks, there was music, and there was no porn in the DVD player, he checked because he did not want any surprises.

With all that set up, the quick sign he put up explained it all: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARA." Whether he didn't know or didn't care that he neglected where a comma should be was up for debate.

stacyexperiment

Yesterday's class had gotten pretty ridiculous, and because Gwen was a totally rational person who felt like she should have been granted sainthood somewhere around hour five of the discussion, today there was gonna be a party.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! There'd been hastily-photocopied flyers put up around the dorms this morning to advertise (and warn anyone who didn't want to stumble into it). Gwen had taken advantage of the pizza place's weird fixation on giving extra food and so there was plenty in the kitchen, there were (non-alcoholic) drinks and popcorn, and there was nothing but ~~moddable~~ dirty movies on the TV. There was plenty of room, come and stay as long as you want!

That's what she said.

(But don't actually do that, ew.)

[Open, and this is me trying to keep your flists clean at work! Can't guarantee the comments will be worksafe, though. You can miss the flyers if you'd like to innocently stumble in anyway, and also feel free to bring your own movies.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

With nothing else to do, Travis ended up wandering down to the gym. He kept expecting to see faded gym mats propped against the wall which he and Kyle had tended to lean against when gym got too boring or they wanted to avoid getting beaned in the head with dodgeballs.

And while Travis was sure there were gym mats around, it still wasn't the focal point of the gym. He wandered in and just kind of walked around for awhile. Not that aimlessly wandering the gym was really a good use for it but he had other things on his mind.

Eventually, he got his head on straight and went over to the heavy bag. He gave it a push and it swung back towards him. He gave it another, harder push and caught it against his body with a quite 'oof.'

Then, he just took a swing at it. Hard enough to make his hand sting but it felt good. Skateboarding was a great outlet and so were video games but between the surgery, the fan mail, proposing and being rejected by Cate, Kyle and his parents, he just had some anger that had to come out.

So, he channeled that into beating (with not so great technique) on the heavy bag. His hands were going to ache so badly once he was done. And then he'd whine and regret this.

[Open post and place]

Current Mood: frustrated

tigerundercover

Okay, so it was a little bit on the cool side out, today. And overcast. And . . . damp. Raven was not the sort to be put off by any weather! It just mean that she was mimicking a fluffy sweater instead of a sundress. Paired up with oddly scaly looking blue leggings (those were totally leggings. Who would hang out on the deck pantsless?), some fluffy socks, and a big thermos of hot cocoa, Raven was totally set for a nice quiet classless afternoon reading dystopian YA fiction.

No wonder the future didn't have any flying cars. At some point, the whole culture had decided it had to be all gritty and dark.

The future was weird.

[because sometimes you have to live vicariously through your characters. Open!]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

It continued to be weird to not have to go to class every single day but Travis couldn't deny that it was pretty sweet. It gave him time to sleep in and skateboard and do what he was doing right now: sitting on the common room couch and reading a few letters his mother had sent from home.

More fan mail or hate mail. It really depended on the person. Lawrence told him he was still getting the mail but they were dying off so Travis just kept hoping for that. He didn't even know why he was reading these now but apparently, he'd woken up in a good mood.

Of course, the letter calling him an abomination and saying he should back to where he came didn't help much but Travis just sighed and tossed it back into the pile. He left the stack of letters there for the moment while he picked up the remote and turned on the television.

Maybe he'd get up and go get some food. Or maybe he'd stick to the couch and watch horrible sitcoms and the dramas his parents watched when they were young.

Who didn't like Matlock, right?

[Open CR]

Current Mood: complacent

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Having a single now was nice, since it meant Minako didn't have to try being tidy around another person, but it got really lonely really fast.

Hence the fact she'd taken over the common room, making a HUGE bowl of punch and setting out chips, boxes of pop, and (store-bought) cookies before digging around in the closet to find the mats to hook up DDR on the ~~meta for~~ XBox.

"Sweet!" she cheered, as she held up the guitar for a different game. "You can be later. Gotta warm up before rocking out!"

[OOC: OPEN FUN FLUFFY POST, BECAUSE

throughaphase DEMANDED IT. And also because paaaaaaaaarty!!! \o/ Up early for great SP Justice.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Working under the specious logic that if he couldn't remember anything before yesterday that anything dumb he did today might be forgotten soon anyway, Jonathan - no, JOHN Storm set up some chips, a few bottles of pirate rum, and a sign just outside the common room announcing the Let's Make Some Mistakes We Won't Remember Party.

He had to get creative with some of the entertainment, but John was pretty sure this whole thing would work out regardless.

theheadkid.livejournal.com

It was really kind of terrifying to wake up in a place you didn't remember with a roommate you didn't recall and a big blank space where memories tended to be. But, that's what'd happened to Travis this morning. He'd woken up completely devoid of any sort of information about who he was or where he was.

He'd hastily climbed out of his bed and gotten out of the room to try and see if anything outside could jog his memory. The walls of the hallway did nothing. The floor, nothing. Travis made it as far as the common room before stopping.

Something was seriously weird here. He wandered into the larger room and took a seat, switching on the television since that, he figured, would be able to tell him where he was and maybe what date it was. The wallet in his pocket provided his name but he didn't really remember anything else that would make Travis...Travis.

He sighed and reached up to scratch his throat when his fingers bumped over the scar. He kept tracing the scar, eyes going wide at how long and thick it was.

"What the hell happened to me?" he mumbled, breathing a little quicker. "What the hell is this?"

The cartoons on the television weren't telling him a damn thing either. Where the hell was he?

[Open and totally a blank slate!]

Current Mood: anxious

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis didn't have any classes today so he didn't know exactly why he was awake. It might have had something to do with the weird dream he'd had about his new body rejecting his head but he was trying not to think about that.

Once he was well and truly awake, he padded down to the common room to at least do something with his now awake self. He supposed he could have brought some of that stupid mail with him to get it read but yeah, no. He'd left it under a blanket underneath his bed. It creeped him out to even know it was there.

Food seemed like a good morning thing so he made his way over to the refrigerator to see what he could find when it happened. Water from above came sloshing down over his head and onto his clothes. He gasped and tried to twist out of the way. That proved futile though since he was already soaking wet and standing in a pool of water and ice cubes.

He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked up. Nope, nothing there. Not even a freaking bucket. He pulled his shirt away from his body and shook his hair out.

Well, food was the furthest thing from his mind right now.

[Open with possible SP here and there]

Current Mood: surprised

giveherahand

Mara had been here a week now, and so after finding a quiet place to give the Emperor her report on the first days, she made her way down to the gym to get in a workout.

Even with classes on spycraft (well, sort of...) and getting shot at, she still wasn't going to practice hand-to-hand combat exercises or sharpshooting techniques where any student could find her.

Thus the music and the barre and going through warm-ups for dancing: the first cover she'd even been given. Her muscles relaxed as she moved through familiar exercises. "First position, second position--"

[OOC: Totally interruptable.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis had survived his first night on the island. It actually hadn't been that bad. His roommate seemed like a pretty decent guy and he'd only been outright asked about his scar once so he was counting that as a win. After getting a ton of sleep last night, Travis rolled out of bed around the noon hour and made his way outside.

He'd called Lawrence on the way downstairs, giving his friend an update of the situation. Lawrence seemed pleased by the choice Travis had made and wished him the best. After hanging up with Lawrence, Travis flopped down in one of the deck chairs (and he'd never thought he'd be in a place where the dorms had a freaking deck) and thought about calling Cate.

They hadn't talked much since he'd proposed and then punched Turner. Probably for the best. He knew she knew that he wasn't in Kansas City anymore but they were both keeping their distance. Sighing, Travis sent a few messages to Hatton instead and leaned back in the chair, feeling warm and fairly comfortable.

Amazing what some new surroundings could do. Even if those surroundings could presumably turn him into a mongoose, Travis felt pretty good about his decision so far.

[Open]

Current Mood: good

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2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon

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2nd Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon

Fifth Floor Common Room, ALL DAY (and Night) [Wednesday]

Third Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning

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