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[personal profile] stuckeyboy
Warren had decided, in light of the phone calls he'd received and what he assumed was going on, that the only thing to do was the old "if you can't beat them, join them" thing and start prank calling people at random.

Of course, what was really going on just made it all even more random. . . .

Still, it wouldn't do any good if people couldn't see that he was being cool and hip and following the trend, so he was out in the common room while he did it, stretched out on the couch with his cellphone to his ear and the town directory on his lap.

Fun times, my friends, fun times.

Of course, while he was there, he got another voicemail, and that just needed a real reply. Seriously.

[ooc: post is open (with very small OCD)! An' if you want to be around to actually answer one of Warren's random phone calls, ping in in the thread to have ze conversation. . . . Whether he's left you a voicemail or not. Feel free to call him there, too . . . .]
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[personal profile] stuckeyboy
Warren is strangely up much earlier than usual, this morning. Considering that he doesn't have any workshops, one would expect him to be sleeping in until at least mid-afternoon, but . . . this is not destined to be.

Instead, he's making scrambled eggs. Or at least attempting to. This apparently involves a lot of talking to the eggs, pleading with them and threatening them so that they'll crack and not leave lots of eggshell in his frying pan.

Here's hoping he doesn't burn anything. . . .

[ooc: OMG, Warren's actually POSTING. . . . Open!]
[identity profile] imac-kenzie.livejournal.com
The roof is there for emo, right?

Which is why when Mac, finding she couldn't really concentrate on anything much at the moment anyway, decided to get out of her room, that was where she went.

Now, she's sitting cross legged near the edge of the roof, and stabbing absently at the fruit salad she found for breakfast with a fork.

[[ooc: She's there, it's open. Beware the woe.]]
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[personal profile] stykera
It was already warm out, so Stark didn't see the need for a fire. So there was no fire and consequently no s'mores. There were, however, all the necessary ingredients for s'mores should anyone feel compelled to start a fire or to eat the marshmallows or chocolate. And there was Stark, sitting by the empty firepit and nibbling at one of the chocolate bars.
[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com
Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

[[Open!]]
[identity profile] im-afrog.livejournal.com
Adam didn't have any workshops today, but he had still gotten up early. It was just something engrained in his system.

He had handwavily gone for an early morning jog down to the beach and back and Adam was now relaxing in a chair, appreciating the morning quiet.

He was both excited and nervous about his workshops, even though his first one was on Wednesday. Adam was looking forward to seeing if he knew anyone that would be taking the same workshops as him.

[OOC: Open to one and all!]
[identity profile] jedi-qui.livejournal.com
Qui-Gon stepped outsiide and turned his face up to the early morning sun, enjoying the feel of it on his face. He closed his eyes and just let himself be for a moment, his own Force signature blending effortlessly with that of all the living things around him. This place had such a different feel than Coruscant and Qui-Gon was finding he liked it.

Eyes still closed, he began running through one of his favourite meditative katas, the movments only serving to center him in this place and moment even more.

[ooc: open for any cabinmates or anyone who happens by.]
[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com
After a morning spent packing and looking around for her new "little sibling" - how did you pronounce that name anyway? Bail? Ba-hall? Ball? Ba-some weird tongue click-al? Plus she didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl yet - Molly finally headed to the cabins.

She had found Katara there already and after the two of them had done a minimum of unpacking they decided to go outside to sit in the sun and watch for new kids, hoping that maybe their little siblings would find them.

[[Open! Especially for any newbies or little sibling types who may be around and want to play.]]

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