[identity profile] morpherboy.livejournal.com
Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the meta forJames Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.
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[personal profile] peace_n_war
It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes.

With mouse ears on them!

And on the counter. And on the fridge door. And on the floor...

"It's supposed to go in the pan, you know."

[Common room open! Breakfast on the way!]
[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] dojima-hime.livejournal.com
Normally, Dōjima wouldn't worry about a laundry strike. That's why she owned acres of clothing, so that she didn't need to worry about what to wear. But stuff was missing from her closet, and the only clean things left were her clubbing gear or her workout clothes.

Which is why she was all dressed up, sprawled on a couch while watching Steel Simian. If it was choice between looking fantastic or grubby, well, that wasn't any choice at all.


[Open!]
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[personal profile] peace_n_war
Two figures slipped through the darkness, illuminated only by small moments of firelight when absolutely necessary, armed with their precious cargo, with several key locations set in mind.

In front of every dorm room door, in front of the teacher's offices, and heaping platefuls in the common rooms and in the cafeteria. There were even small baskets of them left in the dorm lobby, laundry room, and down in the rec room.

Fortune cookies. Freshly baked, golden, delicious-smelling fortune cookies, free for the taking. They're perfectly safe to eat, and are actually pretty tasty.

Just beware your fortune inside.

[OOC: Identity of the pranksters is NFB again, plz. The list of fortunes these two cooked up can be found here. Feel free to mod which fortune you got, react to them here, and you can find them anywhere in the dorm or school today. Enjoy!]
[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com
Once Anemone had realized how beautiful it was outside, the beginnings of a new Evil Plan had started forming almost immediately. All it needed was her current co-conspirator.

It had taken her the entire morning to track down Warren, point out all the wonderful benefits of her new plan, get back to the dorms, and (sneakily) lug their equipment up the stairs. The ammunition was heavier than she expected, especially after carrying it all the way to the roof, but this was totally going to be worth it.

Anemone surveyed their set up gleefully. "Ready to commence bombing procedures?" she asked, skipping over to peer down at the ground. "This is going to be great!"

Those going in and out of the dorms had best beware of falling water balloons filled with last week's mix of glitter and tinsel!



[OOC: Up early for SP/timezone reasons, and takes place after this is done, as attacking a victory-burning is totes sacrilegious. The partner-in-crime is again modded with permission.]
[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] death-of-hope.livejournal.com
Anemone had tinsel.

She had boxes of tinsel; dozens of boxes she had taken outside and filled up before lugging back up the stairs to the common room.

She also a blender. And glue. Possibly more glitter, ribbon, and plastic bags than should ever exist in a single space.

Anemone was making glitter-bombs.

[open!]
[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com
Well, then. Her friend with the pink hair and pet Gulliver appeared to be a butterfly. She'd spent nearly an hour trying to find her way back to the cabins after stopping to explain Anemone's predicament to one of her professors.

Now it was very late, and Alice should be sleeping, but sleep had gone tiptoeing out itself and gotten stranded elsewhere, and Alice would have to do without. She hoped that sleep had at least found itself somewhere with comfortable chairs.

She would roast marshmallows and see if anyone else might be awake. Perhaps they were all visiting with sleep.

(very open!)
[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] first-guardian.livejournal.com
Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone asked.

Beside him, the coffee pot was brewing. The coffee maker was noisy, drowning out the sound of the radio, and Ichigo kept eyeing it warily, hoping it wasn't going to blow up or something.

[[Open. Really.]]

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