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nomelancholy.livejournal.com

Ulrik had had a nice ~~entirely handwavy~~ dance last night, even with all the sexual tension in various places amongst the spectrum of unresolved to resolved.

He'd also had a very nice Saturday morning and afternoon so far, especially once he'd figured out that the antsiness from the past week had vanished. Sure, the dorms seemed a little noisier than usual, but he was going to attribute that to the fact that many people probably went to sleep in rooms not their own last night. So of course there'd be some shuffling around come morning.

All of that was not on his mind at the moment, of course. Instead, he had ~~Mexicoan~~ Mexican takeout and TV, and was channel-flipping in an effort to find something more interesting than that episode of Dakota and Madison Work Stuff Out where Dakota lies to her parents and everything soon spirals out of control.

[ooc: open CR is open for bbs and others!]

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

It was Friday night, and Kate was hanging out in the Common Room. Even worse, she was spending her time reading blog posts about Fashion Week when she'd been there with her sister every year since she was 10. Last year she and Cassie had gone & cracked themselves up trying to choose which designs would be the best superhero costumes. This year's collections though - Kate wasn't sure she was actually missing much fashion-wise. She still felt a little like a loser for not being there.

She flipped over to her sister's Instagram feed and rolled her eyes. Really, Susan? That was what you were wearing?

Kate finally pushed away her laptop and turned the tv on. To the sounds of whatever was on, she wandered over to the kitchen to make popcorn. Ooh, or there was cookie dough. Hmm, to risk turning the oven on or just to eat it raw?

[This is so method RP]

3girls-1core.livejournal.com

It was their sixteenth birthday today. Sholeh hadn't told anyone because she couldn't think of a way to do so without it coming across as self-aggrandizing. What was one supposed to do? Just walk up to random people and announce that it was your birthday? Wasn't that a little...rude?

It had been her plan to spend the rest of the day curled up with a new book she'd gotten as a birthday gift for herself, but Zhahar had pointed out that it was their birthday, too, and surely her sisters deserved a little something for willingly remaining in the background for weeks at a time. Which was how Sholeh had ended up in the common room, making cream cheese caramel brownies. Unsure of the recipe, even with Zhahar whispering directions in her ear, Sholeh had decided to make multiple batches just to make sure she ended up with enough to share with her sisters.

The only problem with making a lot in preparation of failure? When you actually succeeded, you ended up with more than you bargained for. A lot more. Sholeh was pretty sure they couldn't eat all of the brownies she'd made even divided among the three of them.

Well, maybe...

Okay, yeah probably not.

pursuedthestars

So, Jim had missed the picnic.

He didn't really have a good excuse for it other than 'I was out late last night and my ass slept all day' either. Granted, it had been really good sleeping but not at all that exciting. It meant spending all day with his bed and his roommate's creepy stuff. He would have rather spent it outside, enjoying the free food and checking out the new students.

But, managing to wake up, tame his hair and put on clean clothes was going to have to suffice. Even better, he'd made his way down to the common room and found a box of cereal that hadn't gone stale that was going to be his dinner.

Cereal poured, Jim flopped down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. Maybe there was something good on television. Space Battles was always on somewhere, right?

[Open, of course. I missed the picnic because of family commitments, woe. So, I post now because why not?]

Current Mood: lazy

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

Current Mood: annoyed

pursuedthestars

Jim had brushed today's class off about ten minutes after he'd left the classroom. It was ten questions, pointless in the grand scheme of things, and Jim wasn't going to let ten questions put him inside some kind of box.

Tomorrow, he'd planned on finally getting out and seeing what this little island had to offer. Maybe he'd hit up that bar Cade had mentioned to see what was the what there. Tonight, he was staying in and spending some time in the common room.

Feet up and head pillowed by the cushions, he'd already fallen into a habit of flipping through channels to find something interesting. Television during this time period was all kinda...lacking.

Eventually, Jim stopped on some movie when an explosion caught his eye and switched his attention to the apple he'd taken from the fridge. After taking his first bite, Jim decided the apple was much more entertaining than the movie.

[Open place, open common room]

Current Mood: lazy

nottrivial

Well. Two months here and Alec had officially decided: mundie TV programs were alarming.

If it wasn't the reality show with the orange people, it was reruns of the teenybopper program about the girl with the double life, and if it wasn't that, it was Adolescent Mummy, which was... just wrong. Just so many levels of wrong.

Reruns of that were on right now, and Alec sighed and ate his Thai food, counting down the hours until he could go back into the salle and have it be reasonably acceptable again without having creepily spent the entire day there.

It would be at least another two. Three, maybe. Sigh.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

There was non-buttered popcorn for sharing. There was also swimming on TV. And there was a Stacey who was trying her best not to look like she was totally ogling the male swimmers, even though she was sooo ogling.

And the guide said there was going to be volleyball too? Best night ever.

[This is what you get. Open CR!]

3girls-1core.livejournal.com

Sholeh was dealing fairly well with the cabins. She was used to sharing close quarters, even if normally it was just with her sisters. Never being alone made for usual ideas about space and privacy. Sharing a tent with a swan--though Lucrezia was a very well-behaved and gentle swan--was something new entirely.

And so were s'mores. Tasty, tasty s'mores.

The light from the campfire was bright enough to read by, and Sholeh was alternating between making s'mores for herself and feeding Lucrezia strips of bread.

nomelancholy.livejournal.com

As was his habit, Ulrik had risen fairly early, weekend or no. He'd gone to the common room in hopes that someone might already be there preparing breakfast... to no avail.

For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing breakfast.

For now, he was just going to stand in the kitchenette with a mildly perturbed expression on his face, as if he could wish some biscuits into existence by sheer force of will.

It... wasn't working, so far, no.

[ooc: ... I thought I had to work today. Turns out no. SO, I POST.

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Rilla had intended to spend her evening cooking for her boys: Jem and Jerry in Flanders and Walter and Kenneth in training in Kingsport.

Instead she was shrieking at a goat and beating it with what was left of her cookbook.

"YOU SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! THAT'S MY SHORTBREAD RECIPE."

The goat was sad, so sad, but not letting it go.

Just another Thursday night in Fandom.

nottheshoes.livejournal.com

Some kids chose to lie in on a Sunday. Most, probably.

George was not one of the these kids.

One week down and he'd remembered and reacquainted himself with at least the basics of Broken technology: lights, kettle, toaster. Enough to make a passable breakfast and a mug of tea. The television still confused him somewhat, despite what he'd seen of it, and no matter, since he had no desire to watch people punch each other anyway. It was left switched off.

He had other things to keep him busy anyway. Spread on the coffee table along with his tea and breakfast were a couple of atlases. There were a few things he wanted to compare, and what better time to do it than when half the school was asleep.

[[ open common room! ]]

Current Mood: content

wasthecuteone

Petra had come to the common room to watch TV while she did her nails, but she hadn't gotten quite as far as the 'doing her nails' part yet. This was because, while channel surfing for something to watch while doing her nails, she'd encountered a flashback. At first she just sort of stared at the TV screen, stunned to realize they still had boy bands in this dimension--she'd kind of thought they'd worn out their welcome years ago, and had frankly found that a relief--and momentarily insulted that the song implied that the only reason someone would wear makeup was "to cover up." Hello, maybe the fictional girl in the song just liked makeup. But then one of these babyfaced teenagers with hair that looked like a bunch of seagulls had attacked it earnestly sang that to prove he was right, he put it in a song, and the idea that being in a song made something right struck her as so funny the whole thing hit her at once, and she wound up laughing so hard tears ran down her face and she fell off the couch.

Okay. This wasn't exactly a flashback, although the terribleness of that hair was pretty familiar. There was the fact that, "You don't even dance!" as Petra hauled herself up via the coffee table to shout at the screen before collapsing with the giggles once again.

So, yes. Anyone entering the fifth floor common room, or simply passing by, would find a British boy band singing on the TV and Petra West laughing herself sick. Business as usual?

((I had to. Open common room is open. Come mock One Direction with Petra! Or defend them. Whatever floats your character's boat.))

nomelancholy.livejournal.com

A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

[ooc: oooopen.]

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