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"Dodging," Arthur started, as soon as all had assembled, "Is a fine art in and of itself. When you lose your weapon, you may not be able to replace it. And even if you do have it, it might be useful to avoid being struck in the face." He paused briefly, grinning once. "But ask Zack about that. Today, we will be practicing that skill: it's a basic fighting technique, but there's no reason we shouldn't be brushing up on it."

Zack did his best to look indignant, but mostly he just came off as 'playfully pouty.' It was entirely possible that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to look indignant years ago.

"We're not going to do full-out sparring today, because there are so many different skill levels here, and we don't have a means of pairing you off the same way that Fight Club has. But we are going to pair you off anyhow. One of you will be our designated hitter, and please, don't use any powers, or super strength, or anything like that until your partner confirms that it's alright. The other one will dodge. Don't get hit, guys. It's not really all that fun. Throw a few hits, dodge a few hits, and swap off every five minutes." He swayed on his heels for a moment, and then added. "If anyone ends up hurt, then stop. If the injury is serious, let us know right away so that I can give you a healing potion or so we can get your butt to the clinic post-haste."

"Above all, share what you know," Arthur finished. "If someone conducts a particularly ambitious swerve, ask how, and attempt to repeat it. Remember to keep your distance, to watch your opponent's movements, and not to lose control of your own. I believe that's everything; grab a partner, and get to work."

puppy_fair

"Alright!" When the Reserves crew assembled today, they'd be greeted by Zack, holding up... Half a sword! The last two feet of the length of his blade were nowhere to be seen, and what survived was the hilt, and a length of metal that had definitely seen better days. "Broken weapons! They happen! I know some of you think your blades are all but invincible, but considering the sorts of things we see around here every day, I think it'd be safe to assume that someday, something will invade that stands a chance at disarming even you."

Like, say, Klingons.

Zack tossed what was left of his sword onto the ground at his feet, and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"A broken weapon means that you're going to have two problems. First, the very immediate issue of an enemy that quite possibly has now gained a serious upper hand against you. And second, the eventual repair or replacement of your weapon." He perked a little, giving his hands a clap together. "So! What we're going to do today is discuss both. Can you hold your own in a fight with something big and mean if you've been disarmed? Is your weapon still capable of doing some damage with what might be left? My sword isn't any good for attacking anymore, but at least I can use it to block incoming attacks with what's still there. And then talk about the repair or replacement. Is there someone on the island who can fix your weapon in particular? Can you find another one if it's beyond repair, or is it one of a kind?"

"Some of you may remember the meeting we held on searching your environment for an appropriate weapon," Arthur cut in, "In a pinch, remember to look around you, and to make use of what you've got. In fact, you're best off making sure you've got the measure of the area before you even start - lest you lose a flail and don't know to find the blunt instrument you might need to take out your enemy." NOT THAT HE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. "Look around the grounds -- do you see anything you could use to your advantage if disarmed? And, on a related note - how great are your skills of avoidance -- although we'll go into that next week."

[OCD is up and the Reserves are open to all!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Tomorrow, she'd gone around giving out some candy, but now was really where her name started to get out. She should have probably gotten these up ages ago, but with clubs and classes started, she just didn't have the time. She did now, though, and so Turtle Wexler was taking her nice, crisp posters, professionally done in a tasteful shade of green with white and black accents, and plastering them all over the dorms.

Vote T.R. "Turtle" Wexler for Senior Representative!
Experience ♥ Dedication ♥ Enthusiasm ♥ Benevolence
A vote for Turtle Wexler is a vote for all these things and more!
As Senior Class Representative, Turtle will strive to be the best for the job
and a person you can turn to with dependability, trust, and honor!
Proud to be a Gremlin for three strong years and running
and eager to make Fandom High an even better place than before!
(Which is saying a lot; this place is awesome!).

She smoothed one up on the wall and stepped back with a grin, nodding. Yes. That'll do nicely.

Plus she still had some candy in her bag for whoever she might run into.

[[ of course it's open! Whoo! ]]

Current Mood: hopeful

see-beyond.livejournal.com

In the Community, going out after certain hours hadn't been permitted save for the those with Assignments that required it. Even being three years removed from that place, it still took Jonas a few weeks to realize that he could go out and stay out without the fear of punishment.

There were so many things he knew he could be doing or could be learning but, tonight, he found himself just staring up at the darkening sky. It was overcast but the clouds still captivated him in ways that might seem mundane to almost everyone else. It was amazing to him how they moved, changed shape and combined with each other so effortlessly.

Jonas hoped he might see stars later, when the sky grew dark, but watching the clouds was all right with him for the moment. The book he'd brought lay unopened next to him, ready if the clouds grew boring. Jonas didn't see that happening though.

[the deck's open!]

Current Mood: enthralled

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was sort of surprised by the very sticky rain, and that in and of itself was a mark of how long she'd been there.

And after a day spent indoors reading, she decided to do something smart about the rain. And so she wandered out to her common room, found it empty, and took to carefully positioning some buckets to hang out the windows.

Sookie, meanwhile, set to work mixing up some pancake batter. And, of course, frying up some bacon and eggs. It wasn't really breakfast-for-supper unless you had all the components.

[oooooopen!]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Needing lots of room in order to work, Jean had commandeered a common room for great high school politics justice.

One needed space in order to make a bunch of posters telling people to vote for her. Ooo! Glitter! They needed to have glitter on them too.

But only a classy amount. Nothing gaudy.

[[Open common room is so very open]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Now, Turtle Wexler could hold her own in a kitchen if she had to, especially if it was simple stuff like mac'n'cheese or grilled cheese or generally anything with cheese involved. Thankfully, however, she didn't have to. Many of the delicious things of the world came easily prepared and packaged for her convenience.

And in a few weeks, she'd have to start a full campaign, petal to the metal, especially once the new kids came in, but, for right now, she thought she'd work a softer angle with the kids already here. That was why she had special ordered a large case of assorted Pop-Tarts, all with green and black frosting, colors hopefully guaranteed to bring to mind the Wexler/Walters teams, and was dropping them into the toaster, toasting them up to put on Westing Paper Products and hopefully pass on to her fellow students.

And if no one was really up and about this morning, well...she really hoped Maron and Apu liked Pop-Tarts, because it was the roomie and the faithful employee who was going to be stuck with them when she was done. And it would be the only time in her life that she'd actually miss Nana. That beast would take care of them all real quick, that was for sure!

[[ I've got a morning off and I'm gonna use it! Open as common rooms are! Feel free to mod your Pop-Tart flavours! ]]

Current Mood: productive

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

This was it. While Turtle, who was never going to shake off how much she hated that she'd been accused of bombings she'd never done in the past, was not one to support the damage of public property, especially not so close to a very important election, she felt much more strongly about her hatred of gym class uniforms...and her annoyance with certain teachers' usage of them. She liked to think that many fellow students felt the same way, too, and it was a destructive position she felt her campaign would gladly suffer.

And being Mr. Dex's TA made getting the uniforms all the easier, too.

It would have been nicer to do this in the main campfire, but right outside the dorms would be a higher traffic spot. There, in a very contained and approved fire ring, was crackling the beginnings of a nice little bonfire, mingled with the smell of burning spandex/polyester blend, as Turtle fed more of the gym uniforms into the fire, smirking proudly.

It was almost tradition, really.

"Come on!" she called brightly to passersby, and might even toss a uniform or two their way. "Down with crappy gym uniforms! They severe our individuality and insult our sense of fashion! Burn 'em all!"

[ uniforms so burned with permission, and of course the post is open! ]

Current Mood: accomplished

awalkingfelony.livejournal.com

Clad in her super cute, pink sequined bikini and faux furred cardigan, Elle lounged perkily, crossing her three inch heeled feet at the ankles. Bruiser peeked his little head out of the designer tote near the foot of Elle's chair. Folding open the lastest Cosmo, she flipped through it while peeking around to see if anyone noticed her.

Seriously. How could anyone not notice Elle Woods?

With a cute little sigh, she picked up her cold glass of lemonade and took a sip. It was super delicious and made her lips pucker slightly, just as real lemonade should.

[[ Totally open. Shh, I know what day it is, rly. ]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

It seemed a quiet night for campfires so far, but Turtle was in too good of a mood to just hang out in her cabin to do things. She got to work on her shooting and play with a trebuchet in class, and what was better than flinging rocks at a castle? Then there was the slumber party on Friday, complete with nefarious plans that would be kept quiet thanks to the cover of her and Valentine doing radio, unless Val decided to be a jerkface and not cooperate. And then there was the date with Zack Saturday. A date. She'd done a complete 180 from where she was at the beginning of the summer and felt happier and more relaxed than she'd felt in what seemed like forever.

So she made a quick trip to the store and dragged back with her all the usual spoils: all the accouterments for s'mores, all the fixin's for hot dogs, and a lot of soda pop in a cooler. Because no matter what, it never got old. Especially since she was an American, dammit. There were, however, some chips and pretzels and donuts in case anyone really was sick of the usual fare.

[[ Post is wide open, though I might be slowish as I try to finish a book with a complete lack of focus ]]

vanillajello

Kate had spent the past few days mostly on her own. She had hung out in her alcove, listening to music, reading magazines and books and comics, and just generally enjoying some quiet time by herself.

But now she felt like it was time to socialize again, which was why she was at the main campfire. She hadn't brought any snacks with her, hoping someone else might bring something.

She was just sitting there, looking at the fire.

[Open like an open campfire is! ETA: I'm crashing for the night, will pick up pings tomorrow.]

not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com

Jennifer had been feeling a bit more at ease with her whole transformation on Sunday. After all, it was supposed to happen, according to Mr. Deadpool.

Okay, she hadn't quite gone to talk to the principal about it yet. But... she was doing fine.

That was, until she burned her fingers roasting a marshmallow. She got so angry that... Pow! She felt her jeans tear, her shirt suddenly became way too snug, and... yep. She was big and green again.

She sighed.

[ooc: Very open! Feel free to say your character was already at the campfire when Jen burned her fingers, if you like.]

bitchprince

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to ~~handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain~~ elaborate on his own time's strategies for ~~standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them~~ defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him staring at her like he was.

"When are you going to leave?" she asked.

"When I'm ready," was his reply.

With a soft sigh, she felt her marshmallow slide off her stick and plop on the ground, a burnt melty mess.

The Dreamer chuckled and Penelope reached for another marshmallow.

[[ Open campfire! ]]

puppy_fair

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was thinking about going out to do her campfire jumping to meet new people and catch up with old people alive, but decided she'd take the hopping a little further and just go and get a good one going at the main campfire. She even took a trip down to the store so she had plenty of materials for s'mores, hot dogs, and there was even a cooler full of pop.

If you asked Turtle, that was all you really needed for a good campfire.

*smack*

Well, maybe some bug spray. That one was a big one. She wrinkled her nose and scratched the skeeter bite before poking at the fire a little more and setting up its christening s'more.

[[ open campfire is open, and I'm loopy from lack of sleeeeep ]]

Current Mood: awake

puppy_fair

Zack was in a darn good mood, in spite of a pair of slightly blackened eyes and a tender nose that was a little on the crunchy side, but was totally hard-earned.

Why was he so chipper?

Because it was Rookie Day at the reserves, that was why! New people on the island meant that there were probably going to be new people here today, and Zack was totally happy to take the reigns and lead the troops!

"Okay! So, we've got a new term, and ~~possibly~~ a few new faces, so we're going to do our introductions over again! Names, fighting experience, and weapons proficiency, as well as any other skills you think might come in handy in the case of an invasion, if you please!"

Arthur shot him a slightly sideways look. "Before we get to that," he said, scraping his throat, "I am Prince Arthur Pendragon, leader of the reserves, and these are my," sidekicks, "fellow commanders, Lord Leto Atreides the Second, and Zack Fair, SOLDIER Second Class. We're willing to help you if you are in need of any further combat training, as are your fellow reserve members, I'm sure." Look, he was being good.

Zack blinked. Ooooh, right. Introductions for them was probably important too, huh?

"That's right! Come and see any of us if you're looking for help with..." Headtilt. Ponder. "Anything, really. Oh! And we have maps of the island, too! We're going to hand those out, and if the seasoned members would be so kind as to show the rookies what to look out for around here, like areas where the terrain might grant a tactical advantage, or training areas, or things to watch out for, that'd be great!"

"As for the rest of you, if you find anyone who might be interested in joining us, spread the word," Arthur called, "I know you lot think you're good, but you can always use another kick in the arse." This was what passed for humour, clearly. "Work well today. We'll see come next week."

[Open! Newbies, feel free to stumble in and get involved, too! This is behind the dorms, so it should be easy to find even if you haven't been informed IC about what's going on. Of course, everyone is welcome, not just students. Co-written with

bitch_prince, who is awesome like pie.]

longislandiceme

"No, Kate, you can't have a s'more," Bobby said sternly to the cat who was currently nosing around the s'more ingredients he'd set up. "Because s'mores aren't for cats, that's why."

No, he couldn't actually understand cat. He's just Bobby, and physically incapable of shutting up for more than a few minutes at a time.

[ooc: open! location moved 'cos I'm a dolt who didn't notice there was already an evening post set at Ninth Hell. not deleting this time, I promise.]

trigons_child

Raven had had a much more restful sleep that night, thanks in no small part to the strength Professor Anakin had added to her shields. And he hadn't thrown her out of the school for using her powers on Chuck, so that lightened her mood as well. (And she hadn't listened to the radio and heard herself referred to as having a weird kink about doors.) She decided to test her shielding by venturing into the common room. Someone had left the TV on, and she found herself mesmerized by what was on, a strange show featuring a scruffy madman who had somehow schemed to turn the woman he loved into a mummy. He was currently fondling her bandage-wrapped form while her sister debated how to rescue her.

[ooc: No, really, I checked TV Guide, that's what's on right now.]

Current Mood: grateful

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

wantstobehuman.livejournal.com

George was in a good mood.

Scratch that, George was in a very good mood.

He bustled around the kitchen area of the common room, wonderful smells spreading out as he set out a couple of serving platters. There was a salad of diced vegetables -- red, green and yellow peppers, mushrooms, red onion, and broccoli florets cooked just 'til warm, not actually cooked, and dressed with a cracked-pepper-and-lime balsamic vinaigrette; a pile of hamburgers, big, juicy patties on whole-wheat buns, with an array of toppings just to the side, and pretty much any ~~moddable~~ condiment you could want; and, finally, thanks to the ancient ice cream machine he'd unearthed (and thoroughly cleaned) -- God only knew where it had come from -- there was lime-and-rosewater sorbetto chilling in the freezer for anyone who wanted it for dessert.

George filled his own plate -- three burgers tonight, topped with sauteed mushrooms and onions, swiss and cheddar cheese, and a thick slice of beefsteak tomato each, and a large helping of the salad -- and sat down to watch whatever brainless movie was on TV.

[Don't mind me! I'm just continuing my tradition of making everyone hungry. :D ]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

He wasn't going to admit that it was boredom that drove him out of his alcove and to the main campfire. He wasn't bored. He was just...without anything to do. Boredom he could have solved by sleeping. Nothing to do meant he wanted something to do and thus, he took himself to the main campfire. Despite the warmth, he lit the fire anyway. If anything, he could light his cigarettes on it.

Though, even he was intelligent enough to realize that was a really dumb idea and would only be tried if he got himself drunk. The snag in that idea was that he had no alcohol with him. Sad, really. He could have done with a nice bender.

Instead, he was just going to lay against a log and smoke for awhile. If he were some deep poet type, he'd call it stargazing. Since he wasn't that type, he was calling it relaxation. It worked for him.

[i declare this campfire open!]

Current Mood: moody

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex felt restless enough to emerge from his alcove and head out to the main campfire again. It was easier to both smoke and stay warm since it'd gotten weirdly cold over the last few days. Whatever. He was from Iowa. He was used to this type of weather.

Didn't mean he would pass up a fire.

So, he slouched down against a log, crossing his feet at the ankle and leaning back to blow smoke into the air. It was the second week of classes and, amazingly, they weren't going that badly. Of course, considering the classes, Alex didn't know how they could go badly.

He'd take the good news while he could. It didn't happen often.

[campfires are open things!]

Current Mood: contemplative

wantstodirect

Tony had tried to get a fire started, but he'd gone through a whole book of matches and the damn thing still wouldn't stay lit. He had hot dogs and buns ready to cook if it ever got going. He figured he was probably doing something wrong, but he had no clue what. He had wood, he had flame, what else was there?

He gave up and munched on a cold hot dog.

[Open like a British bakery on the 4th of July!]

Current Mood: hungry

solo_sword

Jaina still didn't want to be in the cabins. She'd gotten too used to privacy, too used to being able to spend time alone with her boyfriend, too used to having the time to get work done on her own schedule.

But she wandered out to the campfire when she had some free time anyway, figuring that at least radio would say she tried. ~~Because she had no idea yet that she was doing it.~~ When she saw no one out there, she considered for a moment going back inside, but she wasn't really capable of half-assing it that much, and tried to get the fire started anyway.

See? Totally trying.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: okay

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy had spent most of the past four days avoiding people. Something that was probably a good move on her part, and for everyone, considering that she wasn't the most openly friendly sort to begin with, and that would really only be compounded by jetlag and getting sent away to this fucking place. Boring as Bristol was, she couldn't say this was somewhere she particularly wanted to be either.

A few days on, she'd begun to see the attraction of certain parts. In this case, the attraction of getting to sit out by a roaring fire, poke idly at the embers at the edge with a stick, and watch them glow and fizzle with the air.

This was actually not bad, and for the moment even quiet.

And occasionally, she sat back to swig from a plastic water bottle she was keeping away from the flames. Chances were, it didn't actually have water in it.

[[Open like a big open campfire.]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.

[[Open like a campfire!]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle Wexler was encountering a major problem, on a day where one problem just seemed to build and build and build, so a major problem was definitely major. Because, as if breaking up with your boyfriend in a horrible, awful, icky, make-you-feel-like-dirt way wasn't enough, there was still the fact that you still lived with him and you couldn't spend more than two minutes inside your room without breaking out into bawling sobs.

Jeff had said something about seeing her in the room later, but she just couldn't take it right now. It was time for a sleeping bag, dragged down several flights of stairs to her old stomping ground, curling up on a corner of the couch, and eating a lot of chocolate ice cream, and that's where she intended on staying, even at the risk of being kicked out or having things drawn on her face once she passed out into fitful sleep.

She probably had a while to go before that.

And, God. There was no way she could get through a radio tonight, either.

Life just suuuucked.

[[ and common rooms are open! ]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

It was Exam Week and so there was, early that morning, a Turtle Wexler in the second floor common room, setting up a little coffee cart on behalf of Student Council to help feed and caffeinated the masses as they went about studying and preparing for the week. There were snacks, there was coffee, there was cocoa....you name it and, if it isn't there already, Turtle would go out and get it.

And, of course, she had made sure that the entire coffee cart process for the week was entirely stocked with Westing Paper Products.

Ahem.

[[ oooopen! Come and get your exam-fueling coffee and snacks! ]]

Current Mood: accomplished

bitchprince

They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd ~~coming~~ up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was up bright and early to set up the table for prom ticket sales, updating the signs a little with a bit more glitter. She had nice and orderly clipboards laid out, especially for the king and queen voting, but there were also various little snacks and treats set out for people to nibble on, too, thanks to Student Council and, of course, Turtle & Canary. Needless to say, they were all being served on Westing Paper Products.

Turtle settled in and got ready to sell some tickets.

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

It had been a normal day for Turtle.

Up until she got to her room, anyway. Actually, it was pretty normal for Turtle to go to her room and find something strange, considering who she lived with, but she was certainly not used to finding a little gremlin stalking in the dark, running out to bite her ankle, and then dashing out before Turtle could recover from the pain to kick it in its shins.

Of course, by the time she recovered from the pain, all thoughts of kicking it in the shins vaporated and her mind was on something else entirely different.

It was an odd hour, but one could not practise enough. Sakurazaki Setsuna walked down the stairs and into the salle, took up Yuunagi (which, oddly enough to anyone else, resembled just a practise sword and now a nodachi at all), and settled in the centre of the room to start working on her Shinmei Ryuu.

Good, powerful techniques, sending the stacks of rocks (that weren't really there anymore) flying. Pity she hadn't run into Alphonse on her way down; he could have helped and transmuted them back into walls....

[[ open salle is open! I'm slow for a wee tiny bit, but my brain was insisting on a blast from my past! ]]

bitchprince

Much like the previous day, Saturday found Arthur venturing back down to the barricade. It was early, the sunlight was yet shallow and leaning towards overcast, and only the first warbles of birds became evident as he slogged at the thing.

At least it had remained intact overnight. He was in full armor yet again, with ~~shamelessly modded~~ Merlin at his side. He'd stayed quiet opposite the boy most of the time, barring talk of strategy. The magic was something that'd have to be discussed again if they managed to survive this whole mess.

He climbed up so he could take a quick survey of the town. Watching the still forms lumber about, he felt a chill settling in his bones. There was only one word he could use to describe it.

"Bugger," he muttered, succinctly, and ran a hand through his hair. Sometimes, he had a knack for brevity.

[[ open post, second verse same as the first ]]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Okay, so there had been zombies Monday night. That had kind of sucked. But they all got away okay, and now Sokka had zombies on the brain. Which is why he and Momo Jr. and a thick snuggly blanket and a bucket of popcorn and a bottle of Mountain Dew all sat down together for a zombie movie marathon. Really, what else could you do?

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Wednesday night found Firekeeper and Blind Seer, as usual, in the common room for their weekly dose of Darkest Night.

At first, tonight's episode had looked especially promising, as the plot claimed to center around a girl who'd been raised by wolves.

Within minutes, though, there was a somewhat annoyed-looking girl who actually had been raised by wolves throwing the occasional piece of popcorn at the screen.

Those weren't even real wolves they were using!

[ooc: ohhhh so very open.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

"Listen up, people!" Triela called loudly as soon as she felt enough people had arrived. "I've got a quick announcement and then you can get on with your shooting."

She looked around, smiling slightly to herself. "Considering how well the laser tag field trip went, Captain Algren and I have decided to put together another one. Next Monday we'll be going back to the mall, but this time with paint ball guns. Just like last time, everyone is welcome, so feel free to invite anyone you know to join us. And just like last time the club will provide you with the equipment you need."

"And now you can get back to what you were doing."

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

The day had flown by, and before she knew it, Hinata and Amber, who’d cut out of rehearsal early (small sacrifices), were down in the pool area and setting up the decorations for Turtle’s (hopefully) surprise birthday party. Streamers and balloons in gold, green, and purple matched the tablecloths, disposable plates and utensils. Colour co-ordination was a go.

It took them awhile to get things all set up, but eventually it was accomplished, and a sign at the door to the pool proclaimed ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TURTLE!!!’ in, of course, green and gold glitter.

[Amber totally modded with permission, up way early for SP. Annnnnd ~~please wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup! The email that sent out invitations is here.

ETA: Links to cut down on browser death: Arrive/Mingle, Swim!, Eat!, Talk to the Birthday Girl!, Presents!, and OOC]

not_in_the_book

There were lots of delicious smells coming from the fifth floor common room, for Ronan, faced with hosting a potluck, had decided that he couldn't but go overboard with his own dishes: a chicken curry, thick, with lots of vegetables, and pot of vegetarian chili for those who preferred their food... not made of meat.

Ronan didn't quite understand the concept, but he liked vegetables anyway, so it all worked out.

There was a small sign posted on the door, announcing: "Ronan's Birthday Potluck! All Welcome."

[~~Please to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

fabulous-secret.livejournal.com

It was a bright enough day and Adora desperately missed the outdoors, so she put together a pot of hot tea and made her way outside to the deck. Settling down on a comfortable chair, she toyed with pen and paper, hoping to be inspired to compose a few letters home.

"Adam deserves to hear some news from me directly, I suppose," she murmured to herself. "But where do I start?" It wasn't likely she'd figure that out for some time, but at least she could enjoy sitting in the sunshine while she considered her options.

So far, all she had was, Dearest Brother. Not much of a start, no.

[Open deck is open! 45 degrees is not that cold.]

Current Mood: guilty

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was thinking that maybe she should have something exciting or interesting to do on a Friday but...well, she kind of didn't. She did, however, need to get away from that stupid, drooling dog for just a little bit, so she took a book and drifted down to the common room. She made some hot cocoa and curled up on the corner of the couch.

However, CNN on was on the background, so she kept getting distracted from reading, especially in watching the little ticker go by at the bottom of the screen.

[[ open CR is open! ]]

Current Mood: bored

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was totally allowed to.

The TV was tuned to some miraculous MTV offshoot that was actually showing videos Claire didn't hate, and if people didn't come in to eat the cookies, she'd ... probably eat them herself and get really, really fat.

[OOC: Open CR, yep! Om nom nom cookies.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle had decided that she didn't want to take any chances and have something weird happen to her on the way to radio because she was going all over the place, so she was going to play it safe and just hang out a while in the common room. She had with her a very healthy dinner of sugary cereal seasoned with sugar and with chocolate milk instead of regular milk, and sunk comfortably in the cushions of the couch with the bowl in her lap and her feet up on the coffee table. The TV was on CNN, and she was having maybe way too much heckling the commentators.

"That's stupid!" she informed one guy. "And you're old, anyway."

It was, she felt, very good radio prep.

[[ I've spent almost all day away from the computer and now wants to plaaaaaay. Open! ]]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela looked almost happy enough to be whistling merrily when she arrived to set up for club today. She wasn't the whistling sort, so of course she didn't actually whistle, but she still looked like she might bust out at any moment.

Usually her first order of business was normally to go through her gun cases, but today things were a bit different. Before anything else she hung up a poster. It was an extremely precisely drawn (if thoroughly boring) two-column affair. "Paint ball" and "Laser tag" were written neatly at the top with a line drawn between them and plenty of space under them.

"Write your name under whichever activity sounds more fun to you," she told people as they began to arrive.

Yep. Someone looked a bit smug.

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Getting ready for another day, Turtle had gone into the common room to fix herself a nice balanced breakfast of sugar cereal, strawberry PopTarts, orange juice, and toast. Breakfast, after all, was the cornerstone of any day, and was very important. Usually, she'd sit and watch some TV while she ate, but today she was sitting at the table in the kitchenette, legs kicking underneath it as she curved over her bowl and a book, which she found far more interesting than anything that would be on the TV anyway.

[[ i've been wanting to use this icon really badly for some reason lately. Either way, ooooooopeeeeeeen! ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After getting his assignment from class, Hannibal made his way back to the computer lab and took a seat. He figured going through the internet would be quicker than going through books in the library.

And really, the internet would have all the salacious rumors about his particular topic. He didn't know if Professor Whitaker particularly wanted an assignment filled with gossip but Hannibal knew it made for a more entertaining paper.

So, he took a seat at one of the computers and started doing his research. Jose Canseco was such a poser.

[Open, of course! Posted for the TV class but totes open for anyone who wants to chat! Hannibal won't be there long, though.]

Current Mood: busy

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

defeats-buses.livejournal.com

Prince Edward bounded into the common room, a bright, pearly white smile on his face, and he instantly declared, "Greetings! Peas-"

Ahhh, he was alone!

Save for the Magic Mirror!

"Ah-hah! Do not fail me now with the skin images, Magic Mirror! I shant wish to become... to become... JUST DON'T DO IT!"

Bouncing in further, he jumped effortlessly over the sofa and knelt before the Magic Mirror. "Magic Mirror! Tell me where she is? My Giselle! My one true love!"

He blinked. Stared.

"Oooh! You lint licker! Do you know where my one true love is? My one coquette? The answer to my love's duet? MAGIC MIRROR thank you!"

...

"Pickle you kumquat! I shall find this McStinkface! Ah-hah! And there too will my Giselle be! Thank you hoboken!" Prince Edward hugged the Magic Mirror, even as it changed it's faces and someone started frying chicken.

[It's open, of course. My brain is crazy.]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

The unexpected trip back to Rome last week had, surprisingly, put Triela in quite a good mood for club. Being around Hilshire was stressful, as always, but it'd been good to see the other girls and there was a nice sense of purpose that the conditioning brought with being at the Agency.

And she'd gotten to go on a mission. It had been easy, of course, but it was nice to shoot outside the context of club.

Which was why she had her pistol broken down and was cleaning it carefully as people started to arrive.

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