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Today was a very important sort of day.

Today, Valentine had been hit by inspiration! Great inspiration! So many children! So much potential!

Today was the sort of day that Valentine required a non-whip, low-fat soy latté to get through...

Because Star Director Ricardo Valenteen had delusions of Fandom Chickie grandeur.

[OCD is up. Come be a movie star!]

halfshell-hero.livejournal.com

Why yes, yes Michelangelo had noticed the influx of children running about the dorms today.

And he was, in fact, prepared for them, too.

Armed with a pair of foamy nunchucks and his Cowabunga Carl head, there was a well-prepared turtle holed up in the fourth floor common room that evening, with an impressive spread of potato chips, sodas, and, of course, pizza.

Party time, dudes!

[It's a common room, dudes. Totally open!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had commandeered a piece of the Second Floor common room in order to set up a cake. A rather large cake, white chocolate raspberry. Naminé's favourite, so far as Valentine knew. He had ~~handwavily~~ conned it out of the Café Fina staff for their favourite almost-manager-type-person, and had even managed to resist the urge to eat the entire thing on the way back to the dorms with it.

It was a huge accomplishment.

The occasion? Naminé's birthday. Or some sort of birthday-like equivalent, Valentine wasn't going to split hairs over that sort of thing, really.

What was important here was that there was cake. And juggling. But no juggling cake.

Let's see how long that might last, hm?

[[Small OCD is here! If you know Naminé, feel free to assume that Valentine handwavily informed you somehow of the party-thing, and even if you don't-- come on, who can resist the white-chocolate raspberry cake from Fina? Serious.]]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

The tv was tuned into the worst infomercials available and Jamie was parked on the sofa eating his third bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

Quite frankly Ronco products looked a lot better when you're hyped up on sugar.

[open of course]

princetragique.livejournal.com

Tamaki had been a little lonely in an empty dorm room, so he'd made his way down to the common room to see if anyone was around. Reno was off at Merc Con, so he'd had nobody at all to talk to.

He sat on the couch, munching on a bowl of sugary cereal and jotting down notes for what would be his very first Host Club meeting on Sunday. He even had a few doodles of possible costume themes in the notebook, although they looked like Kindergarten crayon scribbles.

[OOC: Open because that's what common rooms are. Reno's absence modded with permission!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had woken up this morning feeling terrible. So, oddly enough, he had no trouble rolling over and sleeping through the entire day.

And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.

Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.

Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.

(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)

Current Mood: moody

dark_slippy_thing

Somewhat distracted by the lesson from today's Mad Science class, Valentine had wandered into the common room, where talk of the end of the world and being the cause of it was far less likely to occur.

He'd found a few scrap pieces of paper and some tape, and was making little finger puppets in the shapes of friends, chickens, and tar monsters. The television screen became the backdrop for his little puppet show, as he had made himself quite comfortable sitting on the floor directly in front of it.

"Oh no, not the end of the world," Valentine-the-Rikku-finger-puppet protested vehemently, while Valentine-the-monkeybird-finger-puppet flailed about, said "Bob," a few times, and then smashed itself against the off-on switch on the television repeatedly.

It was a fantastic simulation of everything going dark one last time, Valentine decided.

If anyone asked, he'd probably tell them that it was rehearsing for the next Fandom Chicken, or something.

(Open, as common rooms tend to be!)

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had a Really Useful Book. Unfortunately, the fact that its only page was a snippet about remembering the things one's mother had said made the aforementioned Really Useful Book... somewhat less than useful. This had to be rectified. It was high time the book got some new pages.

Therefore, Valentine was flipping through television stations, listening to snippets from daytime soaps and trying to pick out anything that might be considered good advice. Clearly, he needed some assistance. The book was looking scared.

(Open!)

the_merriest

Okay, so lunch had been a wash, and Rikku didn't go around inventing holidays in order to not punch people in the face.

So the third floor common room was crammed full of all the moddable snacks she could get her grabby little hands on, and she'd even made a banner:

Happy Hu Uha Eh Vyhtus Ghufc So Ranedyka Yhofyo!

That was all the warning anybody was going to get.

... Of course, the snacks looked good enough that she'd probably risk a few hits in order to snag some. That was how these fake holidays went, you know.

(OOC: Come one, come all! Remember: snacking means punching in the face. Come for the snacks, stay for the gratuitous violence?)

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had nobody coming to see him this weekend. Therefore, he was not out and about, celebrating the finer points of family and proudly showing off the campus and explaining classes and avoiding awkward explanations about how the world worked.

But that didn't mean he wanted to be cooped up in his room, being bitter about this point.

So, instead, he had invaded the second floor common room and had put a sign in the doorway.

Parents-less Party!
You don't have family on the island? That's no reason to be without! Grab the person nearest you and come on in, they're your parent for the day!

You know you want to. There's juggling. And popcorn. And Valentine has the TV turned to a Stuffed Domicile marathon for lack of anything better to put on.

He hadn't grabbed a parent for himself or anything. But Very Important Men had to be at least a little choosy.

(Open, as common rooms tend to be-- parents or not. Come on in and celebrate freedom from the 'rents, or rebel because you are bitter about parents, or even show up if your parents do happen to be about!)

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

(Open!)

Current Mood: chipper

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

Current Mood: happy

dark_slippy_thing

A figure in a long, floppy, somewhat battered coat was slipping unnoticed around the dorms like a dark, unnoticeable slippy thing, putting up posters wherever he could find a place to stick them.

( Image Cut! )

ART PARTY
A friendly meeting of like-minded students, to discuss ways of beautifying the campus.
See Valentine in room 206 for Directions

That they held a stunning similarity to earlier posters with a very similar gremlin on them was pure coincidence. Really.

(OOC: Yes, obviously these are GLASS posters as well. Please handwave discussing this with Valentine any day except for Sunday due to plotty things- and keep an eye out for the "Art Party" in the ~~batcave~~ wine cellar of Café Fina on Monday!)

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis couldn't sleep, yet again, and rather than disturb Karal, she'd risen and pulled her dressing gown around herself, and wandered out to the common room.

She picked up the odd little box that controlled the television's light, and illuminated the TV. She settled herself on a sofa, content to watch whatever this program might be. It seemed to be about four elderly women.

[open as CRs tend to be.]

palestshadow.livejournal.com

This was becoming a habit, Naminé realized, sitting outside on sleepless nights and contemplating her sketches by the light of the fire.

If so, it was all right with her. It was a rather nice habit, and if she couldn't be asleep, then at least she could be somewhere peaceful, enjoying the night air, thinking of memories, and maybe talking to other restless students.

(open)

Current Mood: contemplative

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After he'd got sprung from the clinic Dean had headed back to the cabin, fed Hunter and then spent the afternoon resting and surfing the 'net on his minicomp, trying to stick to things that he didn't really need two hands to do.

But that got old after a while so here he was out at the campfire (which he was able to start one handed, thank you very much), carefully putting marshmallows on a stick with the one hand he didn't have in a sling in preparation to toasting them.

[OOC: open!]

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Naminé couldn't seem to sleep. So she walked outside to tend to the dying ashes of the fire, stirring it up again into a cozy blaze.

She stared into it, wondering again at her week and whether she believed the things her professor had told her. And Michelangelo.

It was a good night to stare into a fire and let your mind wander. She also wouldn't mind company, if anyone else was feeling restless tonight.

(so so so open)

Current Mood: contemplative

the_merriest

Rikku hoped it wasn't too dark that people wouldn't be able to see that she now had purple hair.

Aly was on her short list of Favorite Teachers Ever.

She hoped the Kraken bathroom had recovered from any possible dye-related mishaps.

Rikku sat in front of the campfire, bouncing to herself. Ready to chat the ear off anybody and everybody who dropped by.

[so very open]

Current Mood: bouncy

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooo!"

It's Victoria Day.

"Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo coooooooo!"

Thus, Jude has a Canadian flag tied around his shoulders as a cape while he sits in front of the campfire, checking his skateboard over before a hard day of daredevil stunts and highspeed pranking.

In honour of the Queen, of course.

"Take offffff to the Great White North, take offfffff! It's a beauty way to go . . ."

[[I have the day off and thus celebrate.]]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had spent a fair part of the day walking around the grounds, trying to familiarize herself with the area. Having done that and thoroughly worn out her feet, she'd retired for a brief nap in her cabin earlier.

A bit groggy still, she was curled in front of her campfire, heating a pot of water over the fire to make tea. She'd be more than willing to share.

[bored. visit! she'll share her really strong tea with you!]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy might be a little grumbly about certain nekkid cheerleaders who were currently in detention, but she was still more cheerful than she had been yesterday. It was time for tryouts!

She hauled out mats, created a little judges area and made sure the audience area was clean and shiny. After all new cheerleaders might be sitting there! After a moments thought she went and got sheets of paper and pencils, plus bottles of water for the judges. Then she leaned back and decided it was good.

The cheerleader tryouts may begin!

ooc: ~~wait for ocd!~~ OCD is up! Come play!
Past tryouts for examples. We'll be voting based on what you show so please be as descriptive as possible!

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was up way too early to actually be bothered with readying himself for his workshop yet, but too late to remain in bed all the same. And so he made his way outside, took a seat on the grass, pulled a few balls from his pockets and started to juggle.
There was a distinct possibility that he was avoiding the inside of Cthulhu B for one reason or another that he would no doubt snap about if anyone asked.
The juggling certainly did have a sort of grumpy air to it.

(Open, as spots on the lawn in the wee hours of the morning tend to be.)

Current Mood: grumpy

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

With his first two workshops moderately successful (the dog kicking question was a trick!) and the books still acting like chickens inside the cabin, Gavin's escaped to outside the cabin.

He's leaning against a log and counting stars. It's better than counting sand.

[Ooooooooooopen to all!]

the_merriest

"It's nice up here," Rikku said. "I'm not keeping you up or anything, am I? I mean, you'll say something, right?" Tidus would probably get sick of her chattering at him at some point, but it was too hard not to. "'Cause I don't want to keep you up. I just thought it'd be nice to come up here. You know, I don't think I've ever been up here before?"

The roof was decidedly not emo this evening, as a result of the two blondes.

(OOC: Very, very open!)

Current Mood: bouncy

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

the_merriest

Okay, so: she'd made several dozen cookies last night, and she had actually followed the recipes for once instead of just making things up as she went along. So they weren't, say, Surprise Cookies, but they should be edible, which ... surprise cookies sometimes weren't.

Rikku got a table and set out the cookies - some chocolate chip, some of the peanut butter kind with the fork-marks on top, and some oatmeal raisin - and pulled up a chair. And behind her, she hung the sign she had made.

( really long sign )

See, this is why she put the note in the paper. Because she wasn't so great at signs.

She sat down and waited for people to come by. And take some cookies.

[so very, very open! harass Rikku, take some cookies, or both]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The lobby had been rearranged to fit in a bunch of podiums and a big board that looked a lot like this.

Hades was at his own podium with note cards. "Welcome to Fandom Peril!, not Jeopardy!, because that would be a violation of copyright and we all know that that's a bad thing, right? Yeeah. Anyway, Fandom Peril!, brought to you by Proud Republican and Tory Students.

Aim of the game is to get as many right answers as you can. The categories are Fandom-related. You pick a category and an amount, listen to the clue, then buzz in and answer in the form of a question.

To get the group spirit going, yeah that's it, group spirit, each podium can have a team of up to four. Cram in there if you have to. Any team member can buzz in and answer. In the form of a question.

And on to our first round. The categories are: Animals John Has Turned Into, Invasions, Detention, Potpourri (about anything and everything), Roadkill (that's about Fandom wildlife) and Colors That End in 'Urple'. Team one, you get to pick the first category."

[OOC: PRATS folks get in there! Everyone who's allowed on campus at the time is welcome to join in. ie: non-PRATS more than welcome! Pick a podium, jump in, if the podium is full jump in anyway. Hades will be pleased if you cheat. Fight over who buzzes in first. It's free for all madness. ~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD up!]

[ETA: Order sucks. Just pick a category and you'll get a question. Chaos reigns! Hades isn't keeping track.]

[ETA 2 - Son of ETA: I'm off to sleep, but in my absence the ever-lovely

kypriothschoice will be taking over the Trebek duties.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!

(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

Current Mood: artistic

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:

Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!

Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: weird

dark_slippy_thing

'Valenteen' had spent a good twenty minutes rearranging the furniture in the second floor common room to better set the scene for the big shoot of the grand finale of his up and coming blockbuster hit, "Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture."
This basically meant that the television was turned off and there was a little pillow fort created from the cushions of the couch for the terrible 'Flynn Flonn' to demolish in a flaming rage.
As the head of pyrotechnics had run off to Cuba, and Sokka, his costume mistress, seemed more interested in stupid masks for the extras than actual costuming for the leads, a costume was fashioned for his monster out of a garbage bag with holes cut in it and some coloured paper cut out to look like flames, stuck onto it with duct tape. It was low-budget, but it was brilliant nevertheless.
To top it off, another costume had been quickly fashioned out of a chopped up ice cream bucket, some cardboard, and a few rubber gloves, and it was awaiting a star that was brilliant enough to play the title role of the chicken.
Now, all he needed was for his cast to arrive. And, hopefully, someone who could operate a camera.

(OOC: ~~Going to set up some minor OCD.~~ OCD IS UP! Open for gawking, extras, anyone with a camera, and, of course, your normal common room needs.)

Current Mood: artistic

tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had left her office in just enough time to set up the gym for cheerleading ~~because she totally didn't forget she was supposed to really~~. She turned on some music just a BIT loudly and waited for the cheerleaders to show up.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ the happy OCD is up!]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had fashioned for himself a paper megaphone and was walking up and down the dorm hallways, shouting 'artistic' directions to everyone he came across.
He hadn't seen a single clapper loader, gaffer, or grip all day, and it was starting to perturb him. To top it off, his cameraman seemed AWOL, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say that he had finally decided to go with his suggestion to use hidden cameras for maximum feel while scenes were being played out.
This meant, however, that the boom operator would have to be extra careful to keep the boom out of the shot.
"AND WHERE IS MY LOW-FAT NO-WHIP SOY LATTE, PEOPLE?"
He was a director. This obligated him to shout.

(OOC: Open all day for anyone who wants to have random stage directions thrown at them in the hall or who wants to be hired into Famous Director Mr. Valenteen's movie crew. I have the day off, so I'm looking forward to much crack!)

Current Mood: artistic

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had woken up bright and early Friday morning.
Of course, the first thing that he did was check.

... You know what he was checking for.

In any case, apparently he was pleased with what he found, because not more than ten seconds later, Valentine was flailing happily and running down the dorm hallways, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I HAVE A PENIS!!!!"

It was a beautiful day.

[OOC: I can't thank everyone enough for all of the fantastic girly crack that Thursday brought. Seriously, you're all eleven shades of awesome and I love you all. Hallway is open, as hallways tend to be.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was partaking his his usual, 'hello world, I'm bored and attention deficit' pastime.
He was lounging on the common room couch, bowl of popcorn in his lap, and flipping through the channels without rhyme or reason.
His important discovery of the day was that sometimes, the dialog would piece itself together in new and amusing ways.
"Oh, Pete, I never realized that--" someone on a soap opera would croon until he switched the channel, "--the female hyena was often confused for the male because of their pseudo--" click "Oscar Mayer Weiner! Everyone would be in love with me!"
He was having a grand old time.

(Open for all of your common roomly needs!)

Current Mood: curious

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had been a chicken the other day in class. Really, that didn't bother him terribly.
He had lost his pants to his roomie's door. That was mildly disturbing, but he had done well enough wearing a bedsheet the past few days, so he would get over it.
He had a bruise forming on his shin from a well-delivered kick from what he had figured to be a panty-raid victim seeking vengeance. Again, disturbing, but he'd cope.
Sadly, what bothered Valentine the most about the past couple of days was that he had glued his hands together in Science! class in a fit of sheer brilliance. This had hindered his ability to do a great deal of things; to juggle, to prepare food, to flip mindlessly through the channels on the common room television.
The issue of the moment was that he was unable to open his dorm room door, and had been unable to do so since Thursday.
So, tonight, rather than going door to door and asking for assistance, Valentine had swallowed his pride, flicked on the television with his toe, and had fallen asleep on the couch with reruns of Criminal Forensic Detectives blaring in the background and with his hands still firmly clasped together.
Not his wisest decision, but it beat trying to plead for his roomie to let him in.

[ooc: ~~Wake him up, draw on his face, laugh at the bedsheet- go nuts. He's practically asking for it anyhow.~~ I appear to have run to bed! You're going to have to wait for me to wake up again if you want interaction now, mwaha.]

Current Mood: sleepy

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine didn't much feel like being in "the place to be" tonight. The second floor common room was too convenient, and he had been in a wandering mood. The wandering didn't take him much farther, really, but the third floor common room was exotic enough to capture his interest for a while.
He was lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels again without pause. Television was always more interesting when it made absolutely no sense.

{OOC: Open like an open thing! Hi, I'm bored.}

Current Mood: bored

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Oh, look, there was a common room, with a shirtless, leather skirt wearing Seely in it.

Who was there for no reason whatsoever.

Really.

dark_slippy_thing

It had taken the better part of the day to strike a deal with the possessed juggling balls, but eventually Valentine had been able to reason his way out of certain doom with the trio of disgruntled spheres.
The agreement was simple, really. They wouldn't bounce on him until he was a squishy mass of Valentine goo, and he wouldn't juggle them for the rest of the day. He could live with that.
So, there Valentine was, in his slightly pie-encrusted coat and clothing that otherwise wasn't actually his, chilling on the couch with his trio of disgruntled ball buddies and flipping through the channels.
He wasn't sure if anything was on, really. He just liked to see the stations blink from one to the next.

{Open for all of your common room needs.}

Current Mood: bored

notthehulk.livejournal.com

The common room was decked out in Christmas lights and white streamers, all up very high thanks to Chad's help. In honor of the theme, there were torn out pages from mens' magazines decorating the walls of the room. And more than a few of shirtless men as a nod to those of the female or gay alien persuasion.

A sign hung over the entrance because the theme was important.

Not allowed in unless you're showing at least 50% of your skin

And yes, there were pies of almost every flavour imaginable, especially considering how quickly random objects in the room turned into pie.

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up, have at it!]]

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 had been in the shower since shortly after waking up. Number 6 intended to stay in the shower until the grotesque harlotry of the weekend washed off.

He was getting very pruney. Someone would pay.

[OOC: The bathroom is open for all of your "wash this weekend right out of my hair" needs. Don't bother 6 unless you're a complete perv]

Current Mood: dirty

dbiers.livejournal.com

D'anna was hunting. She'd laid her trap carefully. There were bowls filled with snacks, sliced pies on the counter, a full pot of coffee, and cold sodas and water bottles in the fridge.

She was hunting subjects of infrared photographs for M's class. To that end, she had also removed all the light bulbs from the lamps and every other light source.

Then she flipped on the television to a run of Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent and found a good hiding spot.

[OOC: If you'd rather not be photographed, just put it in a strike out or an ooc note and no photo shall be had. She will not be photographing le risque. I'm hopping that the light from the TV will be enough for people to see but not enough to screw up her photos. I may be wrong.

ETA: Eventually D will give up, put back the bulbs, leave the lights off, and just watch the movie.]

Current Music: Theme Song for Stooping Panther, Clandestine Serpent

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

likethegun

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

dark_slippy_thing

Always on a quest to expand his horizons, Valentine decided to wander into the common room on the third floor, for a change.
He wasn't really expecting anyone to show up at his room in the morning, but he had roped off his side of his dorm room before heading to the common room, anyhow. He was fairly certain that (even though he didn't have a thoughtful bone in his body) it would save a few problems if someone actually wanted to ~~feed him~~ learn to juggle tomorrow.

Right now? He had discovered Television.
And he was enthralled, flipping through the channels with no rhyme or reason.

[ooc: Open to anyone who might want to meander through for your third-floor common room needs. *coughWillcough*]

Current Mood: enthralled

dark_slippy_thing

( Poster )

Ever Want To Learn to Juggle?
See Valentine, Wed. 10
Room 206, All Day.
Bring Food!

There may or may not have been ketchup and mustard all over the poster from being shoved in a large pocket along with three cheeseboorgers from Monday's cafeteria meal.

{OOC: Oops, messed up the date. Pretend that it says the tenth, and I'll fix the poster after work! Thanks!}

Current Mood: hungry

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John came limping up the stairs from his 'vacation' in the locker (still wearing a kilt and half covered in blue woad), and decided his room was just too damn far down the hall; he crashed on the couch in the fourth floor common room and immediately fell asleep. His walking cast stuck out from under his kilt like a white beacon.

[Common room open, as common rooms are. Cast available for signing.]

Current Music: the scotsman

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 was peering over the edge of the roof with a pair of field glasses, taking notes on the students passing by and jotting down suspicious behavior. He would find out which were the prisoners and which were the wardens...

[OOC: Ping to the OCD "Being Watched" thread if you want 6 to see you on the school lawn and what your character is doing as they are idly passing by. No action is too mundane for suspicion. Obviously, the roof is also open for your interactiony needs.]

ETA: [And 6 has fled the roof! OMG can't keep that up, peoples. You're all completely awesome. No new pings to 6 in the threads (I will continue his existing interactions). Roof remains open for all non-6 conversation.]

Current Mood: suspicious

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi is feeling much better then she did last night.

She seems to recall that somebody was excited about pancakes for breakfast... She also has plans with somebody else to celebrate their being here for a whole year. Which also calls for a hardy breakfast.

Blaring from the speakers of her laptop on the table is a recording of Teal Dear Live at La la's Voodoo Lounge.

[[ooc: open]]

Current Mood: cheerful

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