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walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter had a rodent. Walter was under the impression the rodent was his girlfriend. Walter had a phone and was attempting to convince his employer that he needed a few days extension before leaving, since he wasn't sure when his girlfriend was going to be not-a-rodent again.

Arthur liked the word "girlfriend" coming from Walter. It seemed likely he'd be getting the extension.

[ooc: It's a common room.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was attempting to make brownies.

Complete with 'lots of sugar'.

Come watch. And possibly partake in tasty batter.

[ooc: open!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was... distracting himself from three goodbyes already said this week.

Thus? Mashed potato sculpting. It was therapeutic. First you have to mash them, which is all kinds of cathartic squishiness. Then you have to create something more interesting than Devil's Tower.

Currently Walter had an absolutely horrid representation of Parliament. The building, not the funkaliciousness.

Current Mood: melancholy

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Those students who moved in after the stables were added to the dorm building might not be accustomed to seeing a white horse with black spots in the common room.

Well, here's your chance to experience the wonder.

Pippi is fixing something to eat while little Walter and Leon ride Old Man in endless circles around the couch.

"Yeeeeehaw!"

Current Mood: chipper

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

Tributary was far too loud in River's head, but got even louder when she was upset. Consequently, keeping her happy was a priority when escape wasn't possible. And Tributary wanted popcorn and cookies.

In the common room River made a large pan of popcorn without the lid on, then started making tuna and marmalade cookies.

[open for all!]

Current Mood: distressed

nadiathesaint

Sometime in the late afternoon, a sound went ringing through the fifth floor hallway from the girls bathroom that had not been heard before, and probably would not be heard again any time soon.

It was the sound of an irate mother of a young child.

"BAILEY SOFIA SANTOS-DORNEZ, YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

God help us, Nadia was attempting to give Bailey a bath.

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy got to the campgrounds early, hauling two huge bags with her. She put them down by the stones of the central camp fire. She looked at it. Firewood. She needed lots of it. She headed off to gather fallen branches and similar.

Slowly everything got set up. There were camping tables with plates, cups and sticks for grilling things with. There were tables with hot dogs, peeps and other grillable things, and a separate table for drinks (so far non-alcoholic).

She set her cd-player on a flat rock, and while it looked tiny and insignificant outdoors, it would at least have music. Hopefully the random showers would stop by night fall, she thought and covered everything with plastic.

Then she walked back to the school and grabbed every umbrella and blanket she could get her hands on, and walked back, dumping everything by one of the tables. With her hands on her hips she regarded everything in satisfaction. Yes. Totally Not Prom was on!

ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Come party!
eta: it was always in dorms. yup. *shifty*

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was apparently making a point of enjoying 21st century conveniences, between the microwave popcorn and Wonka soda, the laptop open on the arm of the couch, and his advanced channel surfing skills.

Pup had found yet another superball under something (those things were as bad as beach sand) and was prancing around the common room with it, occasionally dropping it in order to have a reason to yap and chase after it.

nadiathesaint

It should come as no surprise to anybody that Nadia was spending the gorgeous Monday afternoon up on the roof with her guitar. Or that the music she was choosing to play wasn't exactly what most people would call cheery, despite the smile on Nadia's face as she played it.

[ooc: mid-afternoon thread with Lana locked to them, please and contents of their conversation are definitely NFB! Evening/night interaction is totally open, though]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was sitting on the edge of the roof idly juggling chunks of metal he had from one of his trips to the junkyard. Add in occasional sips from his thermos, cigarette lighting and replacement, and the juggling had the occasional higher difficulty rating.

It was something to do with his hands that wouldn't have Nadia asking him who he'd been beating up this time.

[ooc: Roof, etc.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter sprawled on the couch with a large plate of nachos and a bottle of fizzy lemonade while he watched a documentary about penguins that left him very nostalgic for CJ Cregg.

Given he was a touch sore from his spar with Tyler the day before, he wasn't moving around quite as much as usual, settling for couch potato'ing for a change.

Current Mood: listless

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter and the punching bag were having a meaningful dialogue this afternoon. Through the power of creative visualization, he was working out a few hostilities on people who weren't there to know he was hitting them in the face.

One man's not-so-latent hostility was another man's therapy?

[ooc: Open as such dormy things will be.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia decided being social would take her mind off her birthday thoughts.

So she was in the common room now, instead of her dorm room, staring out at the rain.

This? Totally counted as progress.

[ooc: open!]

sneerkite

This was not the sort of chaos that Steerpike had been expecting the rain to bring.

She was currently sulking in the common room, since curiosity to see what havok this odd change would wreak had over come any desire for solitude.

At least, she thought, she had turned into a pretty girl.

[ooc: open!]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd ~~killed~~ ~~slept with~~ stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear

nadiathesaint

It was too cold and windy out for Nadia to want to go any where near the roof, so she was crashed out on her back on the common room couch, her guitar balanced on her stomach as she plucked out a tune, her amp turned way down so she wouldn't be disturbing anyone else.

She was singing quietly enough for it to barely count as singing, not paying much attention to the words, just trying to get the guitar right.

It'd been awhile since she'd listened to Counting Crows, and she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd performed one of their songs, almost a year ago. Two, depending on who you asked. . . .

Thus she played, singing softly, and stared up at the ceiling, reminiscing.

[ooc: open]

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: Anna Begins - Counting Crows

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was watching the Food Network.

Really.

At least his eyes were turned toward the Food Network on the television. The active part behind the eyes was conducting a silent argument about using the GPS tracker Nadia had given him to go find her and sling her little fasting body over his shoulder and drag her back to the dorms.

It was an ugly argument.

But there's a common room and food being prepared on the television.

['Tis a room, and common. Open.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was sore, grumpy, and her hair smelled like monkey. She had no idea how she'd managed to get bruised while taking a nap in her room, but somehow, she'd done just that.

Which would be why she was camped out on the couch in the common room, some fluffy kids movie about computer generated animals playing on the TV, eating ice cream.

Normally, she would say it was too cold for ice cream. But see above notes about her soreness, grumpiness, and monkey-smellingness.

[ooc: slow day at work, today. open!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was up. He was whistling. He was, in fact, in an excellent mood. Moving rooms had been the Best. Idea. Ever.

He was working on something that theoretically might have been breakfast for two, if one of the two was a small army. If he finished his cooking before Nadia stumbled by looking for coffee, then she could have breakfast in bed. If he didn't, then she could have breakfast in common room.

All predicated on the idea that she'd stumble this direction rather than another.

Regardless, there would be leftovers to share.

[ooc: Open because it's a common room.0

nadiathesaint

Nadia didn't have any classes on Tuesdays, so she was in the common room, sitting up with her laptop, the speakers turned up rather loud in an attempt to make sure she didn't unexpectedly fall asleep, as she tooled around the internet, looking for inspiration for something to do for Walter for Valentine's Day.

She paused every now and then to reflect that Valentine's Day had been a whole lot easier when she was single and didn't have to worry about weird traditions that she wasn't entirely familiar with.

[ooc: ooooopen. We're actually slow at work, today, despite there being three people out due to bad weather. . . .]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Posters bedecked with heart-shaped clouds had gone up around the dorms over the weekend announcing the Valentine's Dance on the 16th - Friday evening.

So Monday morning, Peter set up a table in the lobby with tickets for the dance, 99 red balloons, and a sales sheet for roses to be delivered on Valentine's Day to other students and teachers.

There were also heart shaped cookies, pink frosted cupcakes, and lots and lots of Valentine's candy. Because this was for Student Council and food was a necessity.

Now all he needed was people to give the balloons to and talk into coming to the dance.

[OOC: Handwavy getting tickets and just signing up OOC for roses is totally okay, but Peter has many, many balloons and lots of food to give away so come and chat!

And the comments to the flower post are screened so no surprises are spoiled. :D]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was making breakfast.

Well, sort of. Nadia was currently leaning on the counter, staring vaguely at the ingredients with which one might make breakfast, and wondering if she can make it through an entire session with a frying pan and other implements of burnination without falling asleep and potentially getting herself killed.

After a few moments, Nadia was making cereal.

If she drowned in a bowl of milk? Well. Cest la vie.

[ooc: open]

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.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was... playing chicken with the couch?

He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.

He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.

Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.

[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]

Current Mood: wtf?

nadiathesaint

Nadia is asleep on the floor, her head pillowed on a bag of laundry, her cellphone right by her slightly open mouth.

( when you dream, what do you dream about? )

[ooc: ~~open, though she might not wake up very well~~ Nadia is being carried off by Walter (awwwwwwwwwww), thusly is the post no longer open for interaction with her. You could potentially talk to her laundry bag, though,]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter is in the common room polishing his shoes.

No. Really.

You think those things shine themselves?

He has an improbably large bowl of popcorn, a bottle of wonka root beer, and some television program about people who unexpectedly develop superpowers. It's surprisingly good. The program, that is, although the popcorn and root beer are excellent, too.

[ooc: Common room is open and there's popcorn to share.]

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.

misshargrove.livejournal.com

She missed the slumber party. Not that she had intended to. She fell asleep early. She also woke early. Starving and cranky. Really cranky.

Currently she was slouched on the couch in her jammies and slippers watching some game show on tv. There was an open bag of chips on her right, brownies and popcorn on her left, and a pile of those little chocolate kisses on her lap. She had also fixed her a ham sandwich but only ate half of it. She really wanted some Chinese food but was too lazy to go anywhere and get some.

She took a long swallow of soda and yelled at the tv. "You're slower than molasses on a cold day! Uhg! You bid too high! Stupid!"

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!]]

demonbelthazor

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

Current Mood: happy

nadiathesaint

After leaving the clinic, Nadia made it as far as the grounds of the school before her knees went out and she stumbled to the grass. The adrenalin she'd been riding since having the dream, and the emergency calm of having to take care of Cally when she found her was completely gone now, and she felt like she was going to be sick.

Janet had said Cally would be alright. She'd practically promised. But whomever had done it, and whomever had attacked Dr. Wilson was still out and about, and her stupid dreams wouldn't even show her who it was.

She knelt down and pressed her head into her hands, trying to take deep breaths around the lump in her throat and calm down.

It wasn't working so well.

[ooc: open for whoever might stumble across Nadia late at night outside, and doesn't mind dealing with Panic-Girl.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had spent the afternoon thinking about what Pippi had said about writing a song about the roof, so, since it still wasn't exactly cold out, she decided to head on up with her guitar and start working on her song, again.

She sat down with her guitar and as she tuned up, looked over the town and around the roof, thinking of all the times she'd been up here, and searching for inspiration.

One thing kept popping into her head:

"No emo on the roof!"

Hmm. She could do something with that. . . .

[ooc: ze roof, she is always open!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

A rather somber looking Walter put up posters there as well.

( Poster here )

misshargrove.livejournal.com

She was almost positive she ate too many gummi bears. Normally she doesn't eat so much candy, but it's like those things were addictive or something. Whatever though, her stomach was not exactly agreeing with her and she woke up and headed to the common room, shuffling along in her fuzzy slippers to make coffee a pot of coffee.

Leaning over the counter, she rested her head on her arms and waited for it to get done. For some reason, her head wasn't feeling too good either. Pouring herself a cup, she added milk and sugar and walked to the couch and curled up in a corner, tucking her legs up. She sipped her coffee and listened to the buzzing in her ears. Annette might have looked a little green.

(ooc: totally open for all your coffee needs, or just, whatever.)

henryoredward.livejournal.com

Henry managed to make his way to the dorm roof. He'd had a busy week, and needed to relax. He pulled some sheets out of his folder, and opened up his violin case. He tightened the bow strings and rosined them up. The violin needed a serious amount of tuning, due to the climate change. But it was quickly ready. He snapped on a shoulder rest, tucked the instrument under his chin, and started to play. Mozart's first violin concerto in G minor.

[ooc: Open like a box that doesn't even have a lid to close.]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

The first day of school demanded breakfast. How kind of Arthur to sign him up for a Monday morning first period class. Nevermind that Walter had rather wanted to take the DAMM class because the teacher looked like an absolute and utter loon.

That aside, he was cooking breakfast. Lots of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, juice, coffee for the heathens, and of course, tea. He already had two large dishes of both eggs and bacon keeping warm in the oven and was trying to keep from stumbling over Pup, who was dancing underfoot.

Pup would no doubt be delighted to greet anyone coming in for breakfast. How those coming in would greet a six-eyed black puppy with a voice like a small pack of hounds was anyone's guess.

[ETA: ~~Dragging my lazy ass off to work. Will respond to pings after I'm there and SP through the day.~~ Wah. I'm home from work again. I am sick of being sick. Dance!]

nadiathesaint

It was cold out and raining, but Nadia felt the need to stake her claim on the roof after her encounter that morning with Crazy McParanoidpants. So she was up on the roof, wrapped in a thick, knitted poncho with a big umbrella and thermos of hot cocoa.

No whacko was keeping her from the roof, no sirree.

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

water-wonder.livejournal.com

After taking a shower, Tori made her way to the common room. She turned on the television, finding some cartoons to watch.

It was a Saturday afternoon and there wasn't really anything good on the television, so cartoons it was.

Tori made a bowl of popcorn and sat down on the couch, trying to pass the time before the party.

[OOC: Open!! Yes, I know Tori's being original. ;) SP is love!]

Current Mood: refreshed

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi poked her head around the corner to peer at locker 327. Mr. Neilson, sitting on her head, peers around the corner as well.

"You think it knows we're coming?" she whispered.

[[ooc: for Walter and... Well. You know.]]

Current Mood: Clandestine

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

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

It wasn't a beautiful day, but it wasn't raining, wasn't snowing, wasn't particularly cold, and Walter was just in the mood to sit on the roof, smoke a cigarette, and ponder this matter of having a doppelganger.

Maybe he'd jump a little later. Bonus points if he scared the skin off of a new person.

[ooc: Ze roof, she is open. Thread with Walter and Peter Petrelli (can't even say Peter P.) locked, plz.]

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori found that she couldn't sleep any longer, so grabbing a book and a blanket, she moved out into the common room.

She sat down to read and just mull over her first day at Fandom High. And perhaps she'd get to meet even more people today. At that thought, she couldn't help but smile.

[OOC: Open to everyone! SP for a bit since I'm going to be running about for a little.]

Current Mood: bouncy

nadiathesaint

Nadia had not gotten around to meeting very many of the new students, but found herself in no hurry to do so, instead lazily lying about for most of the day, other than tracking down her new 'little sister' (who, ironically, she suspected was probably older than she was). That done, she was now hanging out in the common room, a plate of perfectly ordinary pumpkin empanadas cooling on a plate in the middle of the table while she watched a rerun of the second Galaxy Quest series and wondered at that Jane Doe actress.

[ooc: open for anyone who might not yet be sick of interactions and things]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter had a thermos of tea, a bag of sandwiches, and a cigarette. Thanks to his semi-insane metabolism, he hadn't even had a brushing acquaintance with a hangovr; he couldn't complain at all. Eventually, he'd see Cally, if she remembered the night before. Then there would be jumping off the roof.

Until then, there was tea, food, and cigarettes.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had slipped away from the "we're bored" party a little while after talking to Chad to hunt down her bottle of fine, Trinidadian rum that she kept under her bed.

Said bottle had not been open when she grabbed it.

It was now below half-mast.

As such, Nadia was now standing on the corner of the roof, both arms stretched out with the bottle clutched in one hand, yelling random Spanish words at the sky.

[ooc: drunk girl on the roof! This means that the roof is open!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Okay, so it wasn't the best planned or fanciest party in the world. There weren't any streamers or banners, just a few hand-scrawled signs on printer paper reading "We're Bored, So Let's Party!" There wasn't even a theme really, but that sort of was the theme, as he and Nadia had concluded yesterday. Besides, Anders was tired and not exactly up to his usual standard of movement. Plus, they were saving all the decorations and planning for the real party, after all the new kids arrived. Oh yes. ~~Mwahahaha.~~

Small tables of snacks, food, and drinks (and of course the ubiquitous supply of cupcakes, since this was after all Anders) had been laid out on all the landings between the first and fifth floors, and the common rooms had been raided for chairs and seat cushions to form makeshift seating areas in the hallways near the stairwells.

Hey, an impromptu party was better than boredom, right?

[OOC: OCD up. Party on. ~~Shut up I totally knew the original subject line was too long the whole time.~~]

nadiathesaint

Vacation was all well and good, but Nadia was starting to get bored. So she was out in the common room, listening to the CDs she'd gotten yesterday, with her laptop. One window on it had notes for the "Evil flying pink pony awareness party", the other had her somewhat neglected epic adventure story.

Yes, Elena and Marco were currently being attacked by evil, flying pink ponies. And a new friend, Tad, had appeared in the narrative. He was a very tall Filipino with a penchant for flirting with . . . well, just about anyone, but especially Jean, the skateboarding star from Quebec.

[ooc: another day, another bout of absolutely nothing going on at work. Open!!]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Pippi had done wonderfully with decking the basement pool out to make it look like a luau; Chad helped hanged everything up high on the walls. Still, his favourite part had to be all the faux mini-palm trees strung with holiday lights everywhere. They were just too cute.

The pool toys were scattered around, the electric grill was fired up, and the holiday pool party was ready to go.

[[ ~~but the minor, required party OCD isn't yet~~ Wheee! Annnnn' Pippi's participation modded with permission, yo. ]]

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