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Trevor was totally getting a hang of this place. He knew how to use a toaster now, he knew that there was food in the fridges. Also what fridges were. So, you know. Doin' just fine.

But the highlight of it all was finding out that there was a tree on the roof that had pillows as fruit. Made about as much sense as anything else this weekend, so there he was picking aaaall the pillows for what might end up being a pillow fort once he got them all inside.

Living the dream.

[totes open!]

scoffs_at_tradition

Shuri was still fully grown and while she wasn't Wayne and didn't have his skill with pancake making, she could toast the heck out of a frozen waffle.

Come on down, small children who shouldn't be left unsupervised near the stove! Auntie Shuri will let you put on allllll the maple syrup.

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine was bored. She was in that kind of mood where inspiration wasn't really striking, she'd just finished a bunch of projects and now there was nothing good on TV. Mostly she was on the sofa, flipping through channels she'd already flipped through, wondering if maybe she should put on Netflix and see what autoplayed.

Or maybe people would come by to keep her entertained?

[SIXTH FLOOR ADVENTURING RETURNS. Open if you wanna go!

ETA: adventure is a go!]

crack_that_whip

So, there were some homicidal clowns out and about on the island today. Which was infinitely better than being hugged by a goddamn rug, so Trevor was more than willing to get on board the clown fighting train.

He'd found a decent spot to keep an eye out over the area and gotten his whip ready for a decent fight as one loomed on the horizon.

And waited. And waited a little more.

"Christ, you've got to be kidding me," he grumbled as the clown very slowly made it's way toward him.

[So very open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine woke up looking pretty much like an older version of her little brother that she hadn't seen in over a year, so that was a thing.

She also woke up not able to fit into her clothes, and the armor was just out of the question. Luckily she remembered the existence of the clothing tree ~~that I totally had to look up~~ on the roof. So she was going to go up there in her sleep clothes and raid that sucker so she could go to class like a normal, uncomfortable person.

It was almost comforting that her hair at least was a dead giveaway as to who she was.

[Open!]

crack_that_whip

With the crowd of people one floor up, Trevor was just going to sneak into the common room to get food without running into anyone in his state.

Which would be why there was a strange girl, sitting on the ground down out of sight, eating a pilfered breakfast.

Just normal things around here.

[open! totally ruin his morning]

always_someone

Norman and Trevor had been throwing around a plan, almost actually a dare, really, to get together at some point to watch movies. And not just any movies either, no. They'd had a conversation about now unrealistic monsters in film happened to be, and that meant clearly they had to get together for beer and a viewing of that one about the sparkly vampires.

Look, they didn't make the movies, they just acknowledged that they existed.

Norman had actually felt weirder about renting the movie about the glittery vampires than he had about buying the case of beer, because he really did have better taste in monster movies than that while he was reasonably certain it wasn't a secret that he had no idea what he was doing with beer in the first place. So he'd made certain to find a chaser. For the movie, not for the beer. In the form of a kind of campy 80s vampire flick that he hadn't seen yet mostly by virtue of being more interested in the shambling undead than the sexy kind.

And then he'd ordered pizza enough for two, making popcorn while he waited for the food to arrive.

The amount of pizza that arrived was... not an amount to be safely consumed by two, and Norman stared at it in wonderment for a few minutes before sending a text around to any student in the dorms he had the number of:

Pizza and vampire movies on the 3rd floor?

Look, Norman didn't throw parties. Norman was just kind of baffled by the fact that apparently, he'd just sort of stumbled into doing so.

[OOC: Open party! Feel free to get a text or to just stumble on in!]

crack_that_whip

It was storming (but just in this one area for the ~aesthetic~) which fit Trevor's mood just fine. His mind was in turmoil and he needed his solitude out here in the rain where he couldn't bring harm to anyone else. Not again.

So he stood solemnly, soaked through as he looked out over the city like a statue. But, like, a statue that could feel. You know. That kind. How he was close enough to the actual city was a mystery, but that wasn't the sort of thing you questioned when you were a tortured, romantic 'hero'. If you just brooded hard enough, you could accomplish anything. Or nothing. Because brooding.

Either way, it was what he was doing.

[come brood with the shittiest Heathcliff ever!]

lilac_eyed_lieutenant

After a trip into town, Tisarwat returned to the dorms, changed into something a little more comfortable than her uniform, and then headed with her bags to the common room with an air of determination. With the ubiquitous nature of so many ungloved, uncivilized hands everywhere here, she still couldn't bring herself to trust the food prepared on the island. She was sure it was safe and she understood that latex gloves were a thing, but the idea of it just made her feel weird. But with no decade to do this sort of thing for her, she figured she had better start learning how to actually cook.

She'd done well with cutting up some fruits and vegetables; if she had issues with that, she should just give up right then and there. But the real challenge would come, of course, in the packaged noodle dish she'd picked up to try, the one that left her wondering how anything that had boasted "Quick and Easy!" on the packaging would require so many different pots. But she got it going, and it seemed to be going well enough. Frowning, though, she looked over the instructions on the box again while waiting for it to heat up, flipping the package around in her hands to make sure she wasn't missing anythi--

Ssssssss.

"Fuck!"

Tisarwat dropped the package to rush over to the stove to lift up the smaller pan as it boiled over, quickly trying to move it to the sink in an effort to curb some of the mess it was making. And as she was there, she noticed the other pan was starting to smoke an awful lot. She dropped te first pot in the sink and went to pull the other one off the burner, looking at the sauce that was definitely burning onto the bottom.

"Aatr's tits!"

All this knowledge and all these memories from dozens of entities and thousands of years of experience, you'd think at least one of them would have picked up how to cook in all that time!

Well. At least she still had the fruit and the vegetables and plenty of the cheese that the weird bear had foisted onto her.

[[ work was the worst today; this post channels my sooooullll. open common room is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had just wanted dinner, and she couldn't find the leftovers she'd stashed in the fridge. Maybe someone else didn't know what the starbird symbol on her stuff meant, or maybe a gremlin stole it, or maybe someone just pushed it waaaay back there somewhere.

Anyway, this had led to a search of the fridge, and the freezer since she might as well, and at this point it was something of an excavation.

She had a trash bag and was tossing the things that looked just so expired, unrecognizable, or downright evil. At one point she pulled out a container and studied the label, asking, "Who's Rory Gilmore?"

[That's right, it's a second CR in one day like it's 2010 or something. Following up on a post I apparently promised to make in 2014. Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine just wanted to get away from people for a while, and rather than going out to the warehouse, she decided to head on up to the sixth floor common room. No one was ever up there, so why not?

What she found was a party setup. This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled onto one of these things, and on a week like this she wasn't sure she trusted it. So she took a picture of the setup and sent it to the other students with a message, I think the sixth floor did it again?

She realized belatedly that this was of course probably going to bring people in here when that was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted. Look, she was not firing on all cylinders this week. She couldn't even seem to pick up the Coke bottle that may or may not have been stuck to the floor, but still spun if you hit it. Interesting.

[LOOK. Look. Our students are too good, and this is a good week to fix that. Open party, up early for SP!]

white_oleander

So the idea had been tossed around between Astrid and Sabine about a potential random party on the sixth floor, because why not, and there was apparently a party-a-month quota to be met. Monday might be a weird day for a party, but it wasn't like this place held to a tradtional sort of school schedule, and Mondays were usually the days that Astrid needed something like this, anyway, since she actually did wind up with more of a traditional sort of school day. It actually hadn't been too bad this week, though, and she didn't think looking forward to the party had anything to do with it. Because, if she was honest, she was feeling more apprehensive than excited.

She supposed, if no one showed up, and it was just her and Sabine vegging out on all the Chinese food they'd gotten (this time with egg rolls, and plenty of fortune cookies), looking at and admiring the art on her tarot cards, well, then, that would be fine by her, really. But, since she didn't know how well she could depend on that weird thing that happened when people just knew where to find the food when it arrived at the doors, she had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ made up little individual cards, a hand-painted tarot face on one side, and the simple words "Monday Night, Sixth Floor" on the other.

Mysterious. Enigmatic. Probably the source of disappointment for at least a few people when they followed the cards and discovered it was just some half-assed party, but, hey, it got the word out, and Astrid had enjoyed spending the weekend making them. It wasn't like she was plannning on doing anything but drawing and painting, anyway.

She was also wearing her mother's white kimono, laying a cloth over a short coffee table, and laying out her cards with a bit of trepidation and regret. She probably could have gone back on the idea that she'd offer to read the fortune of anyone who was interested, but, at the same time, she was a little curious as to how it would go, and it wasn't ike many people were likely to show up, anyway....

[[ small ocd ~~incoming~~ is up! open party is open! ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Two girls had wandered into the attic this morning, one after the other.

It was also two girls who came storming back out again, bickering and arguing their way down several flights of stairs in loud, angry Scottish accents. Did they even actually know what it was they were arguing about? It was entirely possible they didn't! Did that matter? Not at all.

Also, they thought they were ducks.

"-- And that time you tried to use my own nephew against me! Do you figure that was my fault too?"

They could go on like this for a while, folks.

[OOC: Open!]

goldfishontherocks

Keyleth hadn't made her way up to the dorm roof before today for some reason, and that was a shame since she'd clearly been missing out on the little garden she'd discovered up here, with its fascinating spiky little plants.

After the experience of having an unexpected shark crash into the simulated common room during class today, being around the plants was oddly soothing -- as was the altitude, which made her feel a little more at home. She busied herself with conjuring water to fill a bucket with which to tend to the plants, then carefully examining them and using her druidcraft to coax some of the more slowly growing buds and shoots into a healthier state.

It was a comforting way to spend an afternoon, really.

[OOC: Post is open, of course!]

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Dorm Room, Sunday Morning

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

Second floor common room to the sixth floor- Friday after classes

Dorm Lawn, Wednesday Afternoon

The roof- Wednesday morning

2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

The Roof, Saturday Evening

Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [09/15].

Second floor common room- Monday evening

Sixth floor common room- Wednesday evening

Sixth Floor; Monday Evening [01/28].

Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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