[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah was checking the barrier, checking the perimeter, and nervously eyeing the Preserve.


[ooc: totally open for fighters or zombies of the PC or NPC stripe. Chatroom : nobrainz4u !]
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[personal profile] wantstodirect
Tony had his popcorn and pop and was settled into the couch in the second floor common room. Tonight's episode had Raymond Dark facing off with a mummy he'd defeated but not destroyed in 1938. It seems the Nazis had put the mummy in storage under protective glyphs, but it had been sold to a collector who, of course, had to go and pop the coffin open to see what was inside.
[identity profile] kestrelswolf.livejournal.com
It was an incredibly cheerful Firekeeper and Blind Seer who made their way to the common room at the usual time. A good hunt will do that.

A good hunt also works up an appetite, as it's meant to do, and since eating the harpies hardly seemed appealing, they'd risked a quick run to Pizza Planet to bring back a victory meal.

[ooc: open! for feasting and tv-watching and such!]
[identity profile] 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?]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
Dinah had gone down a floor to watch Darkest Night with Tony, and been puzzled to find he wasn't there already. Shrugging, and expecting he'd join them in a bit, she'd turned the channel to the show, made a big bowl of popcorn, and settled in.

Apparently, there was a coven of aristocratic witches that Raymond Dark was supposed to have destroyed centuries ago. Only of course not.

[episode details supplied by [livejournal.com profile] wantstodirect]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
Viki was sprawled out on her stomach, on the ground with a pillow serving to add comfort, the illusion box was turned on and prattling about music, while she idly flipped through a bunch of magazines, absently doodling extra mustaches on some of the celebrities. It wasn’t that she was bored, oh no, she was just deviating from her routine. Normally she’d be at the beach, just wandering, and well, she’d wanted a change.

This was a nice and easy one. Nevermind that it wasn't her common room, that was part of the change.

And eating cookies straight from the box. As you do. She certainly did after all.

[Open, of course!]
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[personal profile] intraspective
There was still snow on the ground, and today there were two blondes who were up bright and early to take advantage of it right outside the dorms. It wasn’t a snow fort they were making, or snow angels, or even snowmen—

It was snowballs. Lots and lots of snowballs.

And by the time that people ought to be heading out for their first classes of the day, they were in position and ready for action. Anyone seen leaving, or coming back to the dorms were totally getting snowballs thrown at them—courtesy of Ino and Amber. Who were really, very pleased indeed, with themselves.

[Amber modded with permission! Ooooopen like crazy, and you’re totally free to have them miss hitting you with the snowballs even though they’ll try and get you with them! Mwhahaha! WHOO. Wait for the weetiny OCD is uuuuup!]
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[personal profile] lovemykilt
Priestly was perched on the counter again, this time next to the coffee pot. His mohawk was still green from yesterday, but it matched his "I sell crack for the CIA" t-shirt and he didn't want to risk getting dye on his clothes. He had his legs crossed -- never fear, he was wearing pants, no danger of accidental flashing here. And he was talking seemingly to mid-air.

"I'm just saying, man. I totally respect what you're fighting for, but you've got to be careful. Too many of you guys go on strike at the same time and it'll be really hard drumming up the right kind of sympathy for your cause. Plus you're totally risking potential union-limiting legislation. And look what happened to Hoffa. Okay, not what actually happened to Hoffa, but what people think happened to Hoffa. Not that I'm saying you guys have ties to the mob. And, anyway, you got to watch out for the scabs and stuff, undermining what you're trying to say. Are the French presses in the union? These are important questions."

The second floor common room had coffee. Caffeinated, even.

But only if you proved you supported the coffee makers' cause.

[ooc: open!]
[identity profile] swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com
The first weird thing was that Claire woke up early during her week off.

The second weird thing was that she didn't just want to hang out in her room all day. So she took her sketchbook and a set of pastels and went to the common room to curl up on a couch and draw ... she wasn't sure yet. It might just be her coffee mug. Maybe her coffee mug in spaaaaaaace.

The TV was on and tuned to some soap opera, but Claire wasn't paying enough attention to say what it was about.

[OOC: Open like a CR.]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
There were wee little gift boxes with shiny ribbons all over the gym today. "Please don't assume they're from me, since they were here when I showed up," said a puzzled-looking Hoshi. "But help yourselves. I got a really nice mechanical pencil in mine. Anyway, I thought this would be a good time to talk about being safe when it comes to dealing with cash with the holidays coming up. However, we don't use currency at home. My first time handling cash was in Fandom, so it's not exactly my area of expertise. If you guys have any tips or experiences to share, please don't hesitate to do so. I'm sure many of you know more about handling cash than I do."

She started passing out a handout. "I've got to admit that some of the tips that this author gives seem kind of weird to me, but it's a good starting point," said Hoshi. "If you're going gift shopping and you have lots of cash with you, don't advertise it. Even better, it might be safer to leave the cash at home and use one of these credit card things. If you lose cash, you won't see it again. It's also best to be aware of your surroundings and not carry too many packages with you. If you are paying with cash, make sure you count your change and don't flaunt any large bills. You don't want to attract attention. It's also a good idea to familiarize yourself with the local currency and know how to spot counterfeit bills."

At the end of her talk, Hoshi added, "The mats and punching bags are set up if you want to work on any kicks and punches, or if you want to demonstrate how to take out a purse snatcher."
[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com
It was an hour when most sane residents of Fandom were asleep. Even the insane ones were probably sleepily tucked away somewhere.

Two of its inhabitants, however, were sneaking into the bathrooms and filling the shower-heads with glitterized tinsel. No shower went untouched, and they'd be back periodically throughout the day to add more glitter to the pipes.

It was spreading the holiday cheer. Really. Fandom-style.



[OOC: Co-conspirator modded with permissions. Establishy, but feel free to post your reactions here! If you do not wish to have a sparkly day, feel free to mod that they didn't put the shower-head back on right or something like that.

Identity of pranksters is NFB atm, but smart people can probably figure it out from last night's radio. :)]
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
"Sometimes protecting yourself means more than just knowing how to knock out an attacker," said Hoshi. "We've already talked about having a plan in case you're attacked. But what do you do if you're in a burning building? Do you know the fastest way to get out? Do you get out, or do you go find your friends first?"

Hoshi passed out some information packets before continuing. It was worth noting that there was lots of reading material. She may have gone a little overboard. "So I've been reading stuff about how people behave during a disaster, and unfortunately, a lot of people tend to freeze up during in an emergency because that's their first instinct. Their next response to is communicate with others around them or go looking for others. There's even cases when people go back to the bar for another drink before getting out of a burning restaurant. Unfortunately, that means most people lose valuable time when they could be getting to safety. Today, we're going to share our experiences on surviving disasters and work on creating escape plans for when the unthinkable happens. Oh, and the punching bags are still set up, if any of you guys still want to work out."
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal kind of loved having no classes on Mondays. Having an extended weekend every week made his life a little easier and his sleep a lot longer.

So, having just woken up a few hours ago (yeah, really), he'd ordered a pizza, once it arrived, had taken it down to the common room. He wasn't planning on eating the pizza immediately.

Quiet nights like this called for made up games of umbrella sock golf. After he'd hauled the pizza down to the common room, he went and retrieved his umbrella and a clean pair of socks.

And now he was hitting them around the common room, trying to hit certain targets. So far, he'd gotten two out of six targets. He was kind of bad at this game.

[Oooopen! LJ outage is tomorrow so I play tonight!]
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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake
Francine had been afraid she wouldn't pull off looking surprised when she stood on the sidewalk outside the dorms and beheld the blue chalk river ) filled with fish of varying sizes, shapes, and meltiness, but when she stepped over the large, realistic-looking bass and it started belting out "Don't Worry, Be Happy!" at her, it really didn't take much acting chops to do a convincing EEK!

[OOC: Open to all! With or without Francine, if you'd care to use it purely for gawking purposes.]
[identity profile] im-afrog.livejournal.com
When everyone showed up at the gym today, they'd notice that Hoshi wasn't the one in the front of the room. "Hey everyone," Adam offered a small wave. "I'm Adam. Hoshi asked me to cover for her today, as she had some things to take care of."

There were a variety of objects laid out on a table in the front of the room -- there was a baseball bat, a set of keys, a CD case, just to name a few. "Basically any object you have in your room or on you, can be used as a weapon. I've been studying martial arts for my whole life and there's been a time or two where I've managed to use my gym bag to help me out in a situation," Adam explained. "Even the smallest of objects can help you out," he added, gesturing to the keys. "I'd like you all to consider what you have in your dorm room that could be counted as a weapon."

The punching bags were out again. "And if you feel like it, you can go a round or two with a punching bag."
[identity profile] itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com
The punching bags were back, and Hoshi was already taking a few punches at one as she waited for everyone else. "Welcome back. I hope you guys had a better weekend than I did," said Hoshi with a frown.

"The best way to stay safe is to avoid situations where you might run into trouble, like areas with poor lighting or trying to walk home after dark by yourselves. And, for goodness sake, when the island gets invaded, you're better off staying in your safe location than taking a chance on the streets," said Hoshi, making eye contact with everyone in turn.

"That said, if you do run into trouble, you should aim to disable your opponent by striking certain points on the body, which are listed on the handout that I'll pass around," she continued. "Keep in mind that this should only be for self-defense. You shouldn't go around hitting people. We don't have any dummies to practice on today, so we'll be using the punching bags instead."
[identity profile] grasshopper-mol.livejournal.com
Dance, shmance. Molly didn't have a date, and wasn't big on dances. Therefore, she'd surrounded herself with horribly excellent horror movies, tons of fully moddable snack food, and was lounging on one of the couches in her jammies and slippers.

Life was good, though she did wonder if anyone else would join her.


[ooc: Open to any non-dancers!]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal had no idea how long he was going to be a girl but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take advantage of it. He'd never been down to the pool and it seemed like the best place to go to both relax and show off the body he was beginning to really, really love.

One swimsuit and one towel later, he was down at the pool, testing the water with his legs. It was cool but he knew he'd get to used it. Still, no reason to rush.

[OPEN. Like I wasn't going to take advantage of the image of Tricia Helfer in a swimsuit!]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
The roof was empty but for the wind (and the sky, and birds, and presumably the squirrels as they were everywhere).

Then, a blink of the eye, and the roof wasn’t so empty anymore. Viki took a look around, getting her bearings, and wondered, idly, what day it was. Did it even matter? Was there something she had to do today?

Who knew? Whatever it was, since she wasn’t sure, she was just going to spend a little bit up here and be pleased that she’d wound up in the same place again.

[Open as a roof is.]
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[personal profile] endsthegame
When he'd taken the book out of the library, this hadn't been completely what Ender had planned on. It was with no small bit of mostly carefully-hidden confusion that he'd moved on into the common room, an odd green kitten with eyestalks resting on his shoulder.

He sat down and tried to ignore the quiet buzzing and bleeping noises the cat was making. This was all just par for the course, at this point.

[ open common room, y0 ]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
It was probably best not to speculate on the hows or more importantly, the whys, of Viki having wound up checking out books on knitting.

She wasn’t quite sure herself.

Viki couldn’t really find it in her to be put out, even mildly though, as she sat perched on the back of the couch and watched three kittens (that had been three books) play ferociously with the yarn she’d bought.

It must also be said that she wasn’t sure what had possessed her to go and buy yarn, but that at least had been a decision she’d made. Books that turned into kittens…

Ah well. She lobbed another ball of yarn into their midst and grinned as they went speeding after it.

[Open!]
[identity profile] minnesota-teen.livejournal.com
So Amber was feeling a little lonely. This meant that instead of sticking to her room, she took herself up to the roof to gaze out and about and just think. About stuff. There was so much on her mind she could hardly focus on one thing in particular, but whatever. Due justice was given each thought no matter how little or big.

She dug out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and held them in her hand, thinking about lighting one. Really, it was such a bad habit and one she really didn't want to start. There was such a thing as an occassional smoker. Right?

[The roof is public, so the post is open, yep!]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
It was not her common room, she didn’t think, but then really who could say? Viki was rather of the opinion that the common room only belonged to itself and simply tolerated the presence of others.

And she was an other, so she supposed that it was tolerating her. It didn’t even mind that she’d not bothered to try and attempt to cook anything--after having a blender explained to her Viki had rather decided that cooking appliances were to be avoided until she forgot about the blender and the cycle started all over again.

This would be why she had cookies, because cookies were easily identifiable not matter what the packaging. She was also, because she was rather bored, amusing herself by teleporting the couch cushions about the room.

With her eyes closed. It made seeing where they landed more entertaining.

[Open~!]
[identity profile] elephantgadget.livejournal.com
Helen was feeling a bit disgruntled and rather homesick after her trip with the Doctor today. She'd also decided to try this s'mores thing and had marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers. Getting a fire going was no problem, but now she wasn't quite certain how to manage the heating up of the ingredients.

It was rather frustrating.

[Open as campfires are!]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
It settled onto Cal's realization slowly that he actually didn't have play rehearsal today, leaving a wide open day where he didn't really have anything to do at all. He considered going and working out a little more, but he'd slept in for one thing, and he thought it might be a good idea to be easy on its body, since it still felt like it was getting used to not being a hyena anymore. So he thought he would just go out and enjoy the fair, sunny day outside the cabin. He had a seat on the ground, leaning against a log, with a book to read.

After about twenty some odd pages, though, the book ceased to really hold Cal's attention, and what started out as a relaxing reading day turned into a relaxing bout of just watching the clouds drifting in the sky. He actually found himself surprisingly fascinated with them, because they were real clouds, untouched by a dreary, pale-colored sheen of factory smoke and smog like the skies over Detroit. Blue, blue skies, and white clouds without a faint touch of pink.


[[ open as campfires are wont to be! ]]
[identity profile] lil-yellow.livejournal.com
Bumblebee had several times made the attempt to get back to the dorms, but had no luck in convincing whatever powers were at work that he needed to be there sufficiently bad enough to merit a pass.

So, in annoyance, he'd settled by the campfire for a nap. If nothing else he'd recharge his solar receptors while waiting to try again, because he sorely needed access to a hose if the thin layer of dirt all over his armor and windows was anything to go by.

Of course, no nap in a public space could go unpunished - while he rested, someone came by and wrote "WASH ME" in the dustiest part of Bumblebee's windshield. The automotive equivalent of a "kick me" sign, as Bumblebee had no idea and wouldn't until someone else pointed it out.

[OOC: Open! A certain individual modded with permission, yes.]
[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com
You could almost get nostalgic about a thing like this.

Kerrigan stepped down from the ladder so she could admire her handiwork. "I'll be here to pick you guys up in a couple of hours," she told them. She wasn't smiling this time-- that was a change from the last. "Or when you resolve your differences. I'm listening in, so don't try anything stupid."

She'd picked a nice spot for them, though. Not in any way harder to spot, but at least this way they were relatively safe from any rain that might fall or fog that might mysteriously become rabid. Fandom flora could be useful like that.

"I hope you both had lunch."

[ first for the two on the wall, and next for anyone who might stumble on by. have at! ]
[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com
Okay, so flaming up and actually hiding in the fire probably wouldn't be so damn hot if he actually scared someone. But man it was a funny thought. And he'd totally apologize. So that's what Johnny was doing. He was in the fire. Crouching some and hanging out so to speak, ready to move and freak someone out if they came close.

He was kind of bored. Ooops.

[Yo, totally open to anyone.]
[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com
Ned decided to cook.

After realizing he hadn't cooked anything but a can of soup (take out dinners were so much easier) in the last few weeks, he decided to rectify with a new take on a pie he'd made in the past.

So, there were supplies and ingredients and a guy in a flour stained blue apron moving about the common room.

[Open, yep! He'll share!]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Not that he was obsessed or anything, but Cal, even though he'd handwavily been up all night writing, still made himself go down to the gym fairly early, wanting to squeeze in a decent set of weights before he went about his errands for the day. Well, errand, really. Whatever. He did some lazy stretching for a bit longer than usual and then hopped up on a treadmill, hoping the running would wake him up a bit before he put himself between a bench and considerable weights.

[[ yup. obligatory and open, la la la. And it even always had the right day, too. Scout's honour. ]]
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[personal profile] wannabehunter
The previous night Jo had gone carousing on Tortuga, but rather than a hangover she'd expected, this morning she had a much more aggravating souvenir.

"Go on," she said, waving her hands. "Scat. Go home."

The dog just looked up at Jo, wagging its tail vigorously.

[Open!]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
One day, perhaps, Viki would discover that the common rooms were really better left alone than have them suffer through her curiosity.

Today, however, was not that day and she bumbled in, ignoring the Box of Illusions, and much more interested tonight in the kitchen bit. It was late, she was hungry, and… Viki came very quickly to the conclusion that she didn’t recognize most of the appliances beyond the simple ones like ‘stove’ and ‘fridge’.

It was the blender that caught her eye the most though. Not that she knew that it was called that, but Viki (with some fumbling) managed to plug it into the wires-that-came-from-trees, and after that it was a simple matter of pushing at buttons before it whirred to life.

Green eyes bright with excitement—what was it, what did it do, was this another Illusion Box of a different sort?—she peered in at the empty blender and began attempting to figure out the settings. How did it work? Why? What purpose did it serve other than to make rather unfortunate noises?

Eventually she might even figure out that food went in it. Eventually. Unless there was a dreadful accident first. She took the lid off the blender and peeked down at the blades whirring. How fascinating!

And the whirring continued. She'd be here a while.

[Open!]
[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com
In between bites from a giant sized bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, Ron would be seen smashing the keypad of the remote in an effort to find something decent to watch.

Eventually he settled on the BBC and watched in horror as two British women attempted to clean what had to be the most disgustingly dirty house he had ever seen.

"Bloody hell. That's actually someone's carpet?"

Perhaps eating food while watching this show was a bad idea.


[open]
[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
Even though it was still probably early enough in the morning to cancel out any idea of 'laziness,' Turtle Wexler decided that, since she had no classes today and was already up and kind of hyper, she'd have a lazy sort of day, lounging in the common room in the PJs, slippers propped up on the coffee table, with a bowl of the most sugary cereal she could locate in the cupboard, seasoned generously with more sugar.

She was even watching cartoons as she slurped her spoonfuls of goodness waiting to spring cavities on her. Because, as much as she loved it, sometimes the business news was just way too depressing these days for a morning like this.

[[ open common room is open! ]]
[identity profile] blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com
Viki, it must be said, had woken up very glad to still be unstung by her roommate--who was very nice after all, and terribly talented as a singer--but at the same time she was mildly out-of-sorts from several conversations yesterday though her mind shied away from remembering the details.

Who needed details? There had been talk, it had been uncomfortable, and figuring out how the lights worked in the common room just down the hall was far more interesting and important.

Flick on, flick off. Viki laughed as the lights did what she told them to with just a switch of knob. Wasn’t that exciting? Wasn’t that interesting?

If she’d been the wishing sort, Viki would’ve wished memories were more like that. As it was though, she had the lights, and the room, and that was enough to amuse her for now.

Flick on, flick off. How did memories work again...?

[Totally, totally open!]

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