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fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After one of those weeks that he'd sooner forget, Alex was feeling a little more settled when he brought himself to the roof for a smoke and some fresh air. The cooler temperatures were welcome for a guy who spent most of his life in a place where the winters were cold as hell, these were almost mild. Still, they were preferred over sweltering days.

Despite the shitty week, he wasn't giving anything away in his posture of his expression. He was fine, he was good and, really, he was a little more settled than he had been. Of course, there were still things weighing on his mind that he wasn't in a rush to do anything about but he was still feeling better than he had.

Rapidfire moodiness did have its benefits. One moment pissed off, the next moment fine. For now, he was just going to smoke and try to ignore everything that was pinging around in his mind. That was his plan.

[see this roof? it's open.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

As much as he hated being that guy who did work in public, Chuck found that his room had ~~too much porn~~ too many distractions to really get anything done. And he really had to get stuff done. That parents thingamawhatsit was in a few weeks and Chuck had to make sure his bars would be something worth showing his father. So he took his laptop with him to the common room and settled down on the couch.

Well he couldn't work without background noise so he started channel surfing. The first thing that came up was that stupid Jonas Brothers show. As if he was watching that. So he went up a channel. The Werewolf Journals. Chuck was fairly sure he needed to be high to enjoy that.

Another channel. The Valley. Uh, no, not watching that.

Another one. Dusk. Not that either, thank you.

And another one. Rumor Gal. Oh hell no.

At that point Chuck threw the remote against the couch and groaned. "Great, I get the TV that has been possessed by a thirteen year old girl."

[I don't even know. CR post is open, of course]

Current Mood: confused

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had ~~handwavily~~ found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink ~~Moddable of course~~ was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

vanillajello

Kate had partaken in free common room breakfast on her first morning at Fandom High, so today she thought she’d return the favor.

Unfortunately pancakes were beyond her abilities and she didn’t want to call her brother for help, so she made a safe fruit salad instead. There was a big bowl of it on the kitchen counter, and it was meant for anyone who happened to make their way into the common room, new and old students alike.

She also had all her leftover chocolate coins in a smaller bowl on the table.

[Open!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

With the move back to the dorms over, Alex had immediately headed out of his room (Griff needed to find his jacket soon or later) and down to the deck. It was true, he kind of really liked this place even if it was hot today. That just meant a t-shirt and shorts had to be worn instead of something heavier.

He took a seat, feet up on another seat and leaned back to catch some sun. Last day of the weekend was meant to be spent in the laziest way possible, right? Well, lazy if you couldn't be doing all those other fun active things. Maybe he'd do something like that later.

[deck's oooopen!]

Current Mood: refreshed

icecoldfrost

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

[open!]

Current Mood: busy

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Anyone coming across the campfire today would find Layla sprawled out on a blanket as she traced a convuluted route on a map of the Northeastern part of the United States. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she munched on a snack of raisins and goldfish crackers

And while a fire wasn't lit in the firepit, there was a cooler of drinks and some goodies from J'GOB sitting on top of them for visitors to enjoy.

[Open campfire is open]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

After the disastrous discussion she'd had with Arthur at the reserves, Fiona had made her way back to her cabin and tried to relax a bit with a book. Books, however, had brought up the discussion in her mind and after slicing off half of her bedsheet with one of the pages, she'd decided that a fire might be the way to go.

...it would keep her away from her things at any rate.

Which was why she was out at the campfire, a bag of marshmallows on one side and a few sticks laid out next to them. She couldn't eat them but she'd decided to take a page from Ender and offer them for those who might want to. Oddly enough, just the items made her feel better.

[open as campfires are]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose wasn't sore yet from ~~still being played-out~~ Fight Club, but she was well-aware that was going to change as soon as she stopped moving. So stopping somewhere close to her cabin seemed like a good idea.

She sat down by the empty firepit of Galaxy Quest. It was too hot for a fire, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the firepit expectantly. To actually try to ~~and fail~~ make a fire or not. That seemed to be the question.

The cat who was Worf seemed intent on pouncing on bugs around the pit. Rose was just hoping he didn't decide to kill a mouse and leave it on her bed again.

[ooc: campfire be open! I be bored!]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

After classes, Layla settled down outside of her cabin and began making her own version of s'mores which involved a jar of marshmallow fluff, chocolate syrup and graham crackers.

As far as she was concerned it was just as tasty, had the required stickiness and as a bonus she didn't have to start a fire.

Score.

[Open Campfire is Open]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex hadn't hung around the brunch too long. Just long enough to get some free food and coffee in him before making his way back towards the dorms. He'd contemplated going back to his room and just spending the rest of the day there being a bum but the weather was warm (but not overly hot) and Alex couldn't resist sitting out on the deck for awhile. He'd found himself liking this particular for the quiet and the view. It wasn't something he got to do that often, back home. Too much time spent doing other things that he wasn't going to dwell on. He'd had a nice weekend and he didn't want to go there.

Alex took a seat, kicked his feet up and opened a bottle of water (just water) that he'd snagged from the brunch. Considering he didn't have to go to classes tomorrow, Alex felt that the complete wasting of time by sitting around doing nothing (while still being interesting, thank you) was deserved.

[the deck is an open thing. lazy sunday is lazy.]

Current Mood: recumbent

glacial_queen

After talking magic and healing and herbs with Merlin and Lady Ghanima, Karla decided to hunt down that piano Ender had mentioned. Ever since her talk with Leto on the roof, she'd found herself missing her music lessons. The piano reminded her of home, of good times, when the only things she'd had to worry about was whether her parents had heard her sassing the Steward and if she could talk her tutor out of giving her chores for not doing her homework.

She sat down at the piano and checked the tuning. Still good, which was a relief, as it had been years since she'd last tried to tune a piano with Craft. And she hadn't been good at it then, either. Starting with warm-up exercises, Karla just let her fingers move across the keys, trying to remind them what playing felt like. In the beginning, she was fairly dreadful, as her fingers stumbled over themselves and she had to prod her brain into remembering what she was supposed to be doing. But eventually muscle memory--and regular memory--came back, and her playing evened out. She was no master pianist by any stretch of the imagination, but she could play with a minimum of missed notes. And what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for with a genuine love for the activity. Eventually, she called in the sheet music she'd bought at Groovy Tunes yesterday and began practicing some of the songs in the book, singing along once she was comfortable with the music.

...Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried...*

Kaeleer didn't have any special day set aside to honor one's parents. Still, even if Karla had known it was Father's Day, she wouldn't have done anything differently. She had bonded with her mother over Craft and being a Queen. She had bonded with her father over horses and pianos.

[mostly establishy, but open to people who don't mind SP. Song is "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen, one of my dad's favorite songs--though Karla's playing the Jonathan Coulton version because I prefer it.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't know if the rain was going to come or not but that didn't stop him from finding his way to the deck. With it getting dark, he didn't really need sunglasses but he had them on anyway. If he fell asleep, no one would be able to know until he woke up.

Cigarettes on the table beside him, Alex propped his feet up and tucked an arm behind his head. He'd left his book behind in his room so Alex was left with his thoughts and only his thoughts. Sometimes that would be destructive but tonight, he was pretty calm and it was all natural. He hadn't realized Sunday was Father's Day. That would probably be why he was calm. No shit memories intruding.

[the deck is open!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela wasn't really the sort of girl to mope. Even after a rough couple of days like this. Just not in her.

She knew she'd overreacted, that it was up to her to sort out, and that she should just get over herself and do it... But she wasn't going to go out of her way to do it right this minute. Soon. She'd stop putting it off and do it soon.

Until then, she was the sort to distract herself from all the things she didn't really want to keep thinking about, by getting out of her room and flopping on the common room couch to flick through channels in the hope there was something half decent on.

The answer, as it turned out, was 'not really'.

[[Common room is open common room like these things are!]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

With it being warm (but not too hot) and lacking rain for the moment, Hannibal decided to take up some space on the deck this evening. He was mentally tired, confused, moody and just grateful for some fresh air and cooler weather. Hannibal had his feet propped up on one chair and his eyes closed, hat pulled low over his eyes while he relaxed.

He thought about building a fire or something but decided he was too lazy for that. He'd just sit here and enjoy the setting sun and darkening sky.

[the deck is open like a vegas strip joint]

Current Mood: melancholy

a-demosthenes.livejournal.com

Valentine found comfort in a lot of the small things about early twenty first century technology that called up what she was used to. Today, it was managing to get her hands on e-books. E-books of political theory and discourse. Sure, she was plenty familiar with Locke, almost as familiar with Locke as she was Demosthenes, both past and future, but it amused her and she actually did find it interesting, thank you.

She just wasn't so big of a nerd that she'd just curl up in her room with it all day.

Okay, she was that big of a nerd, but she was trying to make it seem like she wasn't, so she went ahead and brought it out to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and curled up on the couch instead. This way, she may be a nerd, but she wasn't a recluse.

She wondered if she should go track down Ender after last night's boat note, but he'd be fine, she knew. And he was all about distance lately, anyway.

[[ my overworked brain demands idle wastes of time. Open! ]]

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

pastmewrong.livejournal.com

Effy was was actually in a common room. Again. This time, at least she was feeling less like she'd be liable to jump people. Well, no more so than she might do on a regular day, anyway. She grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboards, and dropped down on the couch. Simultaneously, the television switched on, the theme music for Search for a Sexxbomb blasting from the speakers.

Oh. Hell no. It didn't take long for her to dig the remote out from under her leg, and she stabbed at at with her finger, trying to switch it back off, or change channel of something.

Nothing. Fucking lame. Had to get stuck on the worst possible thing. Effy tilted her head watching the 'performance', if it could be called that. Might as well be screwing on stage.

... and ew.

She was tempted to walk out and leave it, but if nothing else she could make bets over when the first piece of clothing would be ripped off and estimate how many people in the front row of the audience were sporting a hard on.

[[ooc: Open, and prompt themed! 'Search for a Sexxbomb' is a fictional talent show on Skins. Like a low budget and kinda dirrrty version of Pop Idol. Also ridiculously earwormy.]]

Current Mood: cynical

bitten_notshy

After the disaster that was his encounter with Emma, Jack did what he had wanted to do to start with. He went home to Sebastien at first light on Sunday.

Thirty-six hours later, he was back in Fandom, well-scrubbed, missing a bit of blood, and considerably more philosophic about the whole thing. He hummed to himself absently as he flipped through channels on the television. It almost all seemed idiotic, but he supposed that was a part of this time.

Current Mood: calm

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

There wasn't enough facepalming in the world to cover what had gone on over the past few days. That was why Edmund was in complete denial. Instead of dying of embarrassment, he was sitting on the floor in the common room, occasionally eating from a bowl of increasingly soggy cereal and trying to reply to a letter he'd received.

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck had some time to kill before Emmett dragged him off to do radio so he decided to hang out in the common room to make himself easily available. He didn't want to be in his room when that happened; Emmett had the habit of knocking so hard that the door almost came off the hinges. Chuck decided to make himself comfortable while waiting and he had ordered some Chinese food and was now poking at lo mein while watching a movie.

It was really unfair that the chubby kid from this movie ended up with Rebecca Romijn.

[I'm bored omg. And Stand By Me is really on CMT right now fyi]

Current Mood: bored

a-demosthenes.livejournal.com

Valentine figured she was pretty good at hiding the fact that she'd been pretty disquieted over the last few days. She had multiple theories that easily explained it well enough that she could shove it aside and not directly approach the topic. She was good at that, avoiding something until she was sure it could be useful to her. But the fact that she couldn't quite piece together how what she was feeling could be useful to her lead her to wanting to step back from it all for a moment.

She decided to go down to the pool, figuring it would be quiet in the morning, and she could just sit a while, thinking, comforted by the water and what water meant to her now. She considered ducking into town to pick up a swimsuit that was a little...more interesting than hers, basic and functional, but then settled on the fact that basic and functional was all that was needed. Anything something more interesting would accomplish would be to draw attention to certain aspects of herself...

...and she wasn't quite knowledgeable enough about those aspects to go flashing them around for other people to see, really. That's why she was here now, in the morning after her class, sitting at the edge of the pool and watching her feet trail through the water, enjoying the isolation of the big empty room and thinking about isolation in a lake basin on a raft.

It was a good way to kill the morning hours.

[[ open pool is open! ]]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the carpet to watch her very silly daddy work.

Nonetheless, as silly as he was, he'd decided to make something that smelled rather delicious, so if someone else happened to wander by, well, Liir certainly wouldn't blame them for grabbing a few off the plate whether they stayed or not.

Next, of course, there was soup to get to, but all in good time...

[open common room is open and much like the dark side, has cookies][mun doing laundry for a bit]

Current Mood: amused

wantstodirect

For the Darkest Night finale episode, Tony ~~handwavily~~ picked up a couple of pizzas and several pints of ice cream. He filled up a plate for himself with a little of each. Mmm, pepperoni and chocolate. Wasn't too bad, actually.

Tonight's season finale episode featured a number of flashbacks from Raymond Dark's life. From the previews, it looked like most of them involved waterfalls, children in white clothing and butterflies. Very existential. Tony hoped they could fit some shirtless Lee in there somewhere. Maybe under the waterfall.

[Open! Last non-rerun DN post until fall.]

Current Mood: hungry

wantstodirect

Due to Skrull invasions and cabin living, Tony was now three weeks behind on the best vampire detective show on syndicated TV, Darkest Night. And this Wednesday was the season finale.

So Tony picked up a box of goodies from J, GOB and settled in the second floor common room with pastries, popcorn and a bomb bottle of cola to catch up on the episodes he'd missed. Pastries for eating, popcorn for throwing at the screen. Given that the first episode he was watching featured a zombie invasion, he was going to need a lot of popcorn.

"Come on, are you serious? No zombie's that tough!"

[Open! About Darkest Night.]

Current Mood: relaxed

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Yes, that was Fall Out Boy blasting from Wing 4 of Taft. And that would be Peyton sitting out by the campfire with her feet up, a sketchpad, and a cold drink.

She'd probably be pretty amenable to turning the music down or taking suggestions for the next album.

[Open like a campfire!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah got a fire going in front of the cabin after dinner by dint of a firestarter, some lighter fluid, and a lot of newspaper, then settled in with her laptop and downloaded Radio podcasts from the WiFi in town, to catch up on what she'd missed.

Pretty soon you could hear exclamations of "No way!" ... "What?!" and "Oh my god, Tony wasn't making that up?"

[open campfire is open]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

Current Mood: relaxed

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

endsthegame

It'd become obvious from the radio last night that Valentine was doing her best to look as social as she could, butterflying from one place to another. Ender registered it all with his own brand of careful instinct, and fed the information into the plan that had slowly started to come together since just before he'd sent in for his transfer.

He knew now where he stood, back home, and Val could actually be an asset. In order to do that, though, he had to look as if her presence was actually doing something - otherwise they'd just send someone else, and not all of them he trusted as he did Valentine.

So this morning found him by his own campfire with a few sandwiches, courtesy of Ben's mouse droid. He'd thought about bringing marshmallows or the kind, but that would have looked too uncharacteristic, and anyway, it wasn't really the time for it.

[ open like a campfire is, yo ]

a-demosthenes.livejournal.com

To say that Valentine's day had been interesting seemed a gross understatement. It had started with sentient books and ended with a haiku contest with a creature of unidentifiable species, and involved a very enthusiastic prince and sexuality somehow intermingled with talking object somewhere in between.

Valentine thought she could potentially go and visit one of the many campfires already surrounded by people, but....no. She was definitely done for the day. That was...quite enough for now.

She she was just going to tend to the fire outside her own cabin, poking and prodding at it and getting it going quite nicely, watching the way the flames consumed the wood and kindling, how the smoke drifted upwards and mingled in with the darkening sky.

[[ open campfire is open, of course, because there totes needs to be another one... ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Since his first class was tomorrow, Alex decided to venture out of his cabins (seriously, CABINS) to the main campfire. He almost expected some counselor to already be there, guitar in hand, asking him to sing Kumbaya. Mercifully, the main campfire was devoid of anything but a few logs and the actual fire.

Alex took a seat and tossed his cigarettes next to him. He'd need those shortly, he was sure. For now, he was just going to enjoy the quiet and the mild weather.

He'd survived three days in this place so far. He was hesitant to call that a win.

[open campfire is always open!]

Current Mood: apathetic

future_sandworm

Perhaps moving into these cabins would be a good thing, Leto thought. Things had been a little too tense between him and his roommate lately, and as to not make it worse, Leto had decided that music practise was better done elsewhere unless he had the room to himself. Playing the baliset still had the ability to soothe his mind, as well as some of the memories within him; especially his father. And while sitting on the edge of the roof wasn't quite like staring out across the desert looking for worms from one of the rocks above Sietch Tabr, the clear view still gave a sense of freedom.

He played a slow melody, his mind wandering between the notes and memories of Dune.

[Open roof, of course.]

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Entries tagged with valentine wiggin

roof | mid evening | sunday | september 20

Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Afternoon

The Roof: Saturday Evening

Third Floor Common Room, Late Sunday Morning

deck | late afternoon | sunday | july 26

Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

The Valley Campfire: Monday Afternoon

Galaxy Quest campfire - Tuesday evening - 7/14

The Valley Campfire: Monday Afternoon

Galaxy Quest Campfire - Late Sunday Evening

The Valley Campfire: Monday Afternoon

deck | early evening | sunday | june 28

First Floor Rec Room, Sunday Afternoon

deck \ friday \ evening \ june 19

4th Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Evening]

deck | monday | early evening | june 15

Third Floor Common Room; Early Saturday Evening [ 06/13 ].

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Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Evening]

2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Night

4th Floor Common Room - Sunday Morning

Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

The Pool; Friday Morning [ 06/05 ].

Third Floor Common Room - Monday after classes - 06/01

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Taft Campfire: Wednesday Late Afternoon [5-20-09]

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LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

Main Campfire, Friday Evening

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