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Finally, that whole mess with the school board had been sorted out, and Warren was free to wander around wherever he wanted without worrying about who was getting an eyeful of wing. Okay, sure, so it meant that the last week of his high school career had been a bit of a wash, since having to run around with an image inducer turned on all the time had been something of a mood killer, but now he had a little bit of time before grad in order to just appreciate his last little bit of time here on the island.

Naturally, this was the week that spring caught up with him and he started molting.

This afternoon, Warren could be found sitting shirtless on the roof and fidgeting, the occasional feather drifting down to settle beside him.

"I hate everything."

No, he didn't really. But regrowing feathers was agonizingly itchy business.

[Open roof is open!]

wwiii

When the frat gathered today, they'd probably notice, before anything else, that the pizza boxes were piled slightly higher than usual on table that Warren had set up outside, there was coffee sitting right along with the soft drinks, and that Warren was looking a little more antsy than he generally did, pacing around until it was time for the meeting to get started.

A little bit of the tiny him in tights over the weekend might have rubbed off, some. The bit that really just wanted to be doing something.

"I don't know if any of you haven't ever heard of baseball," he ventured, turning on his heel and heading back the other way. "Or played catch or anything like that. But after the weekend," which he wasn't sharing details about, so help him, "I figured maybe some of us would like to blow off a little steam. And, I mean, we could go back inside to play video games. It isn't like we don't have plenty of those. But it's kind of starting to look like spring out here, and... Yeah, I'll admit I always kind of wanted to try to hit a ball with a stick and see how far it goes."

That would be the rich winged kid admitting that he'd never played baseball before, yes.

"So there are a few baseballs, some bats, and enough gloves for everyone," he continued. "You guys can do whatever you want with them. Throw the ball back and forth, pitch and try to hit. I don't think we have enough guys for an actual game, but you're all welcome to try to make something up as you go."

Just so long as nobody got clocked upside the head with a bat or ball, Warren figured that this was a totally okay sort of activity for the fraternity to do in the wake of another weird weekend, yes.

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Now that everyone was back from Rio, it was time to get back into the swing of things for school. Or, you know, sadly trudge back to it.

One of those two.

That might have been why Kappa Kappa Gremlin was trying to ease people back into things with fruity (virgin) drinks for all the guys and burgers. Because they weren’t going to buy steaks for everyone just to think of Brazil.

Ah, Brazil.

"Hey, guys," Warren greeted, smiling a little as he shamelessly leaned back against a table with something pink and fruity looking in one hand. "Since we're all still recuperating from the shock of coming back to, you know, February on the island after a week in Rio, we figured we'd let you guys have one last hurrah before the second semester kicks into full swing. So... mostly this is what you get."

Clearly, they'd gone all out.

“So, think of this as the last Brazilian party before we have to get used to cold weather again,” Tony added with a drink that was a violent shade of orange. Mmmm... mango. “Just relax and have fun, okay?”

And party.

wwiii

"Oh, god."

Somebody was having a minor crisis in the hallway.

"Oh god oh god oh god."

Somebody had woken up in a dorm room on the third floor, as opposed to the hotel room that he'd fallen alseep in the night before. That somebody had instantly realized, before anything else, that he was wingless and sleeping alone, and the rest had gone somewhat downhill from there. There had been the first glance in the mirror, distracted at first by the lack of wings, and then sharp and panicked as he took in whose face was staring back at him. There had been a few minutes of wide-eyed, stupid staring after that, while all the little gears ground into place.

And then there had been a moment of utter terror, where he had to keep himself from flinging himself out the window because that was generally the fastest way for him to get into town. The sprint down the hallway had been short-lived, because somewhere just before the stairs, Warren had learned for the first time in his life what it was like to be not only even remotely out of shape, but asthmatic.

On the plus side, at least he'd managed to find clothing to pull on besides the Space Battles boxer shorts he'd woken up in that morning.

"Karla!"

Warren was not having the best of mornings, standing at the top of the stairs and trying to catch his breath. No sir.

[OOC: Open, as hallways tend to be! If you want to run into a wheezing Not!Topher, here's your chance. You might get desperately hit up for rickshaw fare. Or just incoherently spazzed at.]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

There was a movie set up for the guys of the frat this afternoon. A movie and what appeared to be a few buckets of fried chicken. Possibly to keep things fresh from having only pizza.

“Hey guys,” Tony said, smiling a bit too much because his weekend had been amazing, thank you. “We’re just going to be doing something easy today that we can relax to.”

"So," Warren chimed in, smiling a fair bit himself for very similar reasons, "we picked up some Spanish movie, and we can just kind of zone out for a bit. Think about things, or something."

You know. Thinking. Which was totally what these boys were planning to do. With their brains. Which were located in their skulls and nowhere else. Honest.

Upstairs brains. Yup.

“So, enjoy... Y tu Mama Tambien,” Tony added. “It's got to be good, it won awards."

No, they hadn't seen it. Why do you ask?

wwiii

So, there was no Tony at the meeting this week, which kind of had Warren worried, but he was conducting the fraternity meeting come hell or high water, complete with pizza and soda and a DVD in his hands that was just screaming to be put into the player. It was a double feature. Because Warren needed some horror movie marathonning just before Valentine's week, okay?

"Before I pop this in so we can kill a few hours just zoning out on mindless killings," he began, "Tony and I have made arrangements with the Student Council to run a Valentine's match-up thing, before the dance. Essentially, people just put in their names, and at the end of the week we'll pull names out of a hat and they can meet up for a coffee date, or for a date for the dance, that sort of thing. So, we're looking for volunteers to man the sign-up table this week while the StuCo sells flowers. There's extra pizza in it for you if you do."

Yep. Warren totally had a handful of Pizza Planet gift certificates. It was incentive, not a bribe.

"So, just let us all know if you want to take a shift, after the movie or whatever. For the time being, enjoy."

wwiii

With everyone back to their right gender, it seemed KKG was back in full swing. With manly things to help people get over the trauma of the weekend. So, instead of the usual pizza, there were ribs and burgers and something wrapped in bacon.

Because what was more masculinity reaffirming than a lot of meat?

A lot of meat and some horribly violent video games, that's what.

"Hey, guys," Warren said, greeting the members of the frat with maybe just a bit more stress on the word guys than usual, today. "Today, we're going to just hang out, and be unashamedly male about everything. Everything. Seriously."

Look, it had been one of those weekends.

“And play video games,” Tony added. “We have pretty much any game you can imagine, so knock yourselves out there.”

Meat and blowing things up in games. What more could a guy want?

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

There was pizza and drinks in the rec room for everyone this afternoon. Because they understood just what a teenage boy wanted to have, you see. That or they just really liked pizza.

Either way, there it was.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, smiling at the assembled crew. “Welcome to Kappa Kappa Gremlin if this is your first time here. Welcome back if not.”

"You'll find that this is one of the more laid-back clubs," Warren added with a smile of his own. "Mostly we just find fun stuff to do, and we do it. There were go-karts last semester, if I'm remembering right."

He wasn't exactly built for them, what with the extra limbs on his back and all, but he had willpower and a desire to drive around in a miniature car like an idiot. He'd persevered.

As did they all. “Today this is just to get to know everyone,” Tony added. “And maybe give us some suggestions for what you all want to do. Lex suggested a trip to a Comic Con at the club fair, so we’ve got that one!”

Warren made a bit of an 'oooo' face at that. He'd never been to a Comic Con.

"I'd be game for that," he decided, and then shot a grin to the group, gesturing to the pizza. "So, help yourselves, introduce yourselves to people you don't know yet, or whatever. Talk about what you want to do with the club this semester. The sky is... pretty much the limit, here, really. We've got a crazy budget for this club."

No. Really.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

The newbies had been on the island for an entire week! Rapunzel was pretty sure that at least some of them had to be feeling overwhelmed.

Besides, she hadn't had a chance to meet most of them!

But that was okay. Rapunzel had a solution to both of those problems! Baking. Lots and lots and lots of baking! Cookies, brownies, muffins, and cupcakes were already strewn over most of the flat surfaces in the common room.

And now? It was time for pie!

Rapunzel's tongue was caught lightly between her teeth as she caaaarefully worked to separate egg whites from their yolks.

Hopefully people would show up soon to either help bake, or help consume the results of all the baking. But either way, Rapunzel intended to take the opportunity to smile broadly and talk to them!

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"

So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(~~There will be OCD for this.~~ OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)

Current Mood: chipper

wwiii

Warren had crashed out pretty hard last night after drinking with Hercules, but that wasn't going to stop him from waking up at a (semi) decent hour in order to get out and about and put up posters around the dorms for the upcoming Frat/Sorority/Pride-hosted holiday mixer tomorrow night.

( Poster Under Here! )

[OOC: Poster made by

hoorayimrich, who rocks. Generally establishy, but post is open if you want to catch Warren for anything.]

glacial_queen

Okay...after the trip home and what she and Raven had discovered about the disappearance of the island of Zuul--pardon, Zuulaman--Karla had some very complex emotions to work through. On the one hand, she was pretty certain that whatever was going on with other people's worlds was not at all related to what happened to Zuulaman. So, that was a plus. She didn't know what she would have done if Uncle Sae--if the High Lord had somehow been responsible for Priestly and Valentine and Jak and Dujae and whoever else had gone missing. On the other hand, now she had no ideas or clues or anything else to go on. Her tangled web hadn't been particularly helpful, her dreams remained vague and unsettling, no one seemed to know what to do and her one lead had fizzled out completely.

So, yeah. Stick practice. A lot of it. Even if it didn't actually help her sort out her problems, she could practice until she was ready to drop. That should make for a few hours at least when she wasn't fretting over something she couldn't change. She threw herself into the forms Lucivar had drilled into her, moving from one to the other, faster and faster until she could get them flawless.

She was going to be here for awhile.

[Expecting one, but open!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

The meeting was back in the dorms today. Nothing too crazy after a weekend of running around as kids, thank you very much.

“Hey everyone,” Tony said. “It’s going to be a very easy meeting with some cartoons Warren had.”

Because Tony didn’t watch cartoons. Or anything.

"Nothing really fancy," Warren added, holding up a couple of DVDs. "Some Adolescent Mutated Samurai Frogs and old episodes of the Y-People from back in the 90s, mostly. Being a kid again kind of inspired me to get my hands on some of my favorites from when I was a kid."

And being a Worthington meant that he could get his hands on them quickly! Double-bonus!

Rich kids!

“Sit back and enjoy, okay?” Tony said cheerfully.

leavingthenest.livejournal.com

Saturday was a good kind of day to bake cookies! Especially when it was chilly outside. Because that only made the cookies extra-delicious!

That, at least, was Rapunzel's firm opinion.

And the kitchen in the common room made it super-easy to bake! There were so many supplies! Sometimes, actually, there were too many. After all, Rapunzel knew better than to take all of the delicious ingredients and try to make one crazy batch of Franken-cookies. But that didn't mean that there weren't way too many delicious-looking ingredients.

So Rapunzel had settled for the only reasonable solution: bake different kinds of cookies. So while the chocolate chip were on the wire cooling rack (and weren't those a neat invention?), Rapunzel slid a tray of oatmeal raisin out of the oven and replaced it with a tray of peanut-butter cookies. She glanced at the sugar cookies and estimated they needed another five minutes...

There were far too many for Rapunzel to actually eat by herself, but Fandom had a tendency of helping her out with that sort of thing.

wwiii

Sometimes, Fandom's fraternity leaders liked to have nice, easy, low-key frat meetings, like the ones with the video games or the zombie movie marathon.

Sometimes, they liked to do more exciting things, like that one week with the go-karts.

And then there were weeks like this one. Weeks where both leaders had found themselves punching the crap out of things, and the mood kind of had a weird way of carrying over. That was why the frat boys were meeting at the gym today. That was why there was padding set out for all and sundry. That was why there were lanes marked off around the periphery of the gym. And that was why each boy who came in for the meeting today was being sized up for rollerskates and helmets.

Tony still had a colorful, but fading bruise covering half his face, but was grinning like a loon over the rollerskates. Because someone had weird likes. “Today we’re going to give a shot at a roller derby,” he said cheerfully. “Which, for those who don’t know what it is, is a little like bumper cars without the safety of the car.”

Why yes, yes he was insane.

"Essentially," Warren chimed in, also blissfully insane, "you skate around the track and try to knock people off of it. So, if you're going to be participating, you had better be wearing the safety gear. I mean, I am." And he had a healing factor. The rest of you probably weren't so lucky. "This is supposedly mostly a girls' sport. But I'm willing to bet that we can handle it too, huh?"

Yes. Yes, he was totally appealing to manly ego. Warren was a cheater like that.

[Open frat!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

When people arrived for the party, the sixth floor was decked out with what appeared to be half of a party store. Like Halloween got sick all over the place. With glitter. You couldn't have Halloween without an inordinate amount of glitter, right? It was high school, this was a law.

If you ignored that, the rest of the place was set up for people to be able to hang out and get to know each other. Or continue to know each other.

Whichever worked for the guests.

wwiii

Warren paced the roof, occasionally giving his wings a stretch as he waited for Angelica. They'd made plans over the weekend to practice flying together, and since he was sort of starved for excuses to just get out and fly at the best of times, it was entirely possible that he'd headed up to the roof a little early. Could anyone blame him?

Warren smiled faintly as he looked up at the clouds overhead. They were going to swallow up the moon, he imagined, but at least there were a few lights from the town to fly by, and the dorms themselves...

Yeah, they wouldn't have to worry about flying headfirst into any trees or anything.

Probably.

[Expecting one, but it's an open roof, of course!]

wwiii

Instead of the usual pizza fare, there were also bowls of popcorn. That might be due to the fact that the club heads--meaning Tony--was fiddling with his phone and the point where it had been somehow wired into the DVD player.

DVDs weren’t to be owned when everything was blissfully digital, thank you.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, focus clearly elsewhere. “With Halloween coming up, we were thinking of just having a zombie movie marathon.”

"So on top of the pizza, we have popcorn," Warren added, helpfully, his focus more or less on the meeting at hand. "Well. The popcorn isn't actually on top of the pizza. Though, I guess it could be if you wanted it to be. It would be... kind of weird, but I've had worse."

He'd eaten his girlfriend's cookies. For the health and well-being of the entire student body. He could handle some popcorn pizza.

“Just try not to get sick anywhere,” Tony added, starting up the movie with a proud grin. “So, sit back and enjoy... Dance of the Dead.”

[~~Please wait for OCD!~~ Zombies!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Sometimes, even wacky fraternity meetings had to be at least a little sedate. Or, at least, that was the logic of the two leaders today after surviving a week of semester break abroad.

Newfoundland totally counted as 'abroad.'

"Hey, guys," Warren greeted, nodding at the group as they settled in. "I hope you all had a great vacation, and I promise I won't judge you if you ended up kissing any fish or anything." Like he had. "Today, we're going to just take it easy with video games and pizza while we get back into the swing of classes and the weirdness of the island, and all of that good stuff."

He waved toward a large selection of Nintendo controllers. As if people were going to have to do silly things like 'wait their turn' on his watch.

Tony was just going to give Warren a look for kissing fish. Just so you know, Warren. “So, everyone just kick back and enjoy playing Swarthy Italian Plumber Car. Don’t throw the controllers at the TV, it won’t help you.” A beat. “Or at the other people playing. That also won’t help.”

wwiii

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

It seemed that today was an odd day for the bathrooms in the dorms. Not that Tony knew that, of course. What he knew was that there was a random sheet of butcher paper on the wall next to the sinks.

It was hard to miss, really.

And it was tempting to draw on. So, so tempting. No one would care if he doodled a little something on it, right?

[[Like the girls could be the only ones... OPEN FOR DEFACING!]]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Tony found himself run afoul of the 'televisions hate rich kids' curse that always hit Bruce when he watch television in a public place. Not that he knew that was probably the case, but still...

It was bad enough to distract him from trying to take the TV apart to just make it stop.

Megacroc vs Hypergator.

Only on the SyFy channel would such a monstrosity come about. "Oh, c'mon! I could make a better robot than that CGI!"

[[Open, of course]]

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had celebrated their return to their proper forms in the way that many teenagers would find appropriate: they'd headed back to the modern mainland, found a toy store, and bought a gaming system (or three). Along with the games they bought to go along with said system, they also picked up a few guitars, a keyboard, a drum set, and two microphones.

Once back in the rec room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent setting up the systems and buying every single song available for the game. Waiting for them to finish downloading actually took longer than the initial setting up, even taking in Karla's attempts to 'help'.

But now the system was set up, the songs were ready, and the instruments prepared.

Fandom High? Get ready to rock.

[Open for anyone who wants to play.

not_a_parakeet modded to an ungodly degree with permission! Just a warning about SP and Karla's threads--I will be AFK all day, but if you're willing to wait until Thursday that's fine by me.]

glacial_queen

Karla had missed the newbie picnic, sadly, and so far her only real interaction with anyone new to the island was having one knock her over and then turn into a baby cheetah before she'd even gotten his name.

Or before she'd gotten the lunch he'd offered. Dammit.

But such a shameful state of affairs couldn't stand any longer. Today Karla had decided to get to know people a little better by heading over to the common room and do a bit of baking to celebrate the newbies surviving their first week of Fandom. Yesterday's mention of cupcakes on the radio had her interested in trying her hand at making some of her own; she'd already pretty much perfected cookies, after all.

Maybe she could offer a batch or two to the teachers of the cupcake class!

"You behave," she told the baby cheetah sternly. "You can run around, but be careful. I'm not replacing any of the lamps in this room, too."

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Even if it was chillier than previous days, Nathan wasn't going to let that stop him from eating an ice cream cone he'd picked up in town. He'd only had a few bucks on him and ended up having to make the devastatingly difficult choice between ice cream and alcohol. In the end, he'd given his liver a break for the afternoon and gone with the ice cream.

Now, his long limbs were sprawled lazily in a chair, feet up and eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. The clouds overhead would protect his fair skin from a burn even if he hadn't been wearing a soft hoodie and jeans. It was chilly but he was comfortable. He felt good.

Nathan would have liked to say he'd been busy thinking about important things but really, his mind was a complete blank save for the occasional explicit mental image that popped in there. Hey, he was a guy and that happened. He made no apologies for his dirty nature.

[Open deck so open, yes]

Current Mood: lazy

wwiii

It was definitely going to be one of those evenings. One of those weird ones. The sort that reminded unsuspecting passers-by that, in no uncertain terms, they were living on Fandom Island.

How did it manage such a thing?

Well, that there were two boys in the common room, exchanging gossip, probably wasn't all that new. That they were in their underwear, on the other hand, was probably an indication that things were a little off. One of the boys, the one who was wearing the world's most boring grey boxer shorts, was at least still wrapped in black leather from his nose down to his navel. The other, in white briefs, had his large white wings folded behind him.

Both of them were quite comfortable on the floor, surrounded by cushions from the couch, sparkly make-up, and girly teen magazines. Warren was painting his fingernails in a vivid shade of sparkly blue. Jono was hugging a pillow to his chest, reaching over occasionally to pet a bewildered kitten with a big pink bow around her neck, while reading off the questions to an 'Is He Really Into You' quiz to Warren.

By the end of the quiz, it became apparent that whoever 'he' was, they simply weren't as into Warren as he might have hoped, and with an indignant squeal of "Omigod! Not fair," the winged one capped his nail polish, reached for his pillow, bounced to his feet, and let Jonothon have it.

Oh, it was on.

[I totally blame

glacial_witch and

trigons_child for this one. The common room is open, for anyone who wants to either rescue the boys from this indignity, pull out a video camera, or join in the pillow fight!]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

After spending the last bit of his vacation hiding from the world and clinging to his laptop, it was time for Tony to brave the world again. And pray no one remembered he got drunk and puked on a tree.

It was all Bobby's fault anyway.

So he was going to get a bit of fresh air up on the roof before going to his lab for the rest of his life. It was for the best, really.

[[Open like a roof!]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

In the morning, the phones didn't seem to be completely haywire anymore, which was good. Or the people -- he'd never actually figured out whether it was the phones or the people going crazy, but he was going to guess the phones.

He went to the common room and made some tea, filling up the entire pot in case anyone else came because he was considerate like that. Not considerate enough to make coffee too, though. That would require a whole different level of consideration.

He settled down on the couch with his tea, idly flipping through channels on the TV. He'd never actually managed to catch something good this early in the morning, but maybe he'd be surprised.

[[open for your common room needs! and any "wtf was that voicemail about" inquiries are more than welcome!]]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind had entertained the notion of going and visiting Jono at work today, truly she had. She had even made it outside and begun the pleasant walk to town when the bears had started offering her drinks.

… That would be why Rosalind was back in the common room, idly rereading a few reports she was going to revise before sending off to Tseng. The TV played quietly in the background--on a news station, of course--and she considered that to be well enough of an effort to be relaxing.

(Rosalind was special that way.)

This month, Rosalind had decided, was quite weird enough without willingly subjecting herself to more of it. The reports made more sense and were infinitely preferable.

At least, for today.

[Ooopen as a common room is!]

glacial_queen

After saying goodbye to Triela, Karla'd had two options: go to her room and worry or do something, anything else. Since she had pretty much spent the past week doing the former, she'd opted for the latter today. Rather than sit on her bed and brood, only putting on her cheerful face when someone stopped by, she stayed inside only long enough to change into her bodystocking and then practically flung herself into the air.

A few laps around the island and she'd actually been feeling better. The exertion was enough to take her mind off ~~the maenad~~ things and she found herself in much better spirits by the time she came winging back to the dorm roof.

[Open like a rooftop, for both flyers and not!]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Weather still too hot. Check. Cabin stinking of leeches. Check. Half naked boy. Check. Half naked boy eating. Check.

Hopefully those thunderstorms wouldn't take much longer to reach the island, but for now it was dry and Jake had taken up position at the main campfire. There was a bag from J,GOB resting on the ground between his feet. He was planning on just eating it all by himself, but if you'd ask nicely enough he might be willing to share.

Might.

Current Mood: hungry

thatsamilkshake

When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. ~~Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'~~

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely

life_inshadow and

trigons_child, with Karla's ~~boobs~~ presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

brat_inslayage

It shouldn't have been a surprise that Self-Defense class today was going to be pretty rough, and just to be clear, it wasn't a surprise. After a few hours, the ouch factor had definitely set in, and that called for ice packs and a whole lot of not moving.

That was Kennedy's opinion on the matter, and it happened to be Dru's as well, which meant there were two worn out, sore, and mostly inert girls occupying the common room, ice packs and all. Kennedy'd insisted on letting Dru have the couch, and was sprawled out on the floor instead, eyes half closed.

"You know? I'm really gonna miss that class."

It might have been arguable grounds for insanity.

[[

svetocha_blooms modded with permission, and open common room be open, yo.]]

therewaslife

It was hot. Hot and bright and that was something that Bod wasn't really used to quite yet. He was from a place where gray, rainy and cool seemed to be the norm so having it be this hot so early into the summer months was a bit odd. Staying inside his cabin might have been wiser but he was still feeling a little cooped up after all the baggage and decided braving the sun and heat couldn't be that hard.

So, he was out there, not bothering to light a fire due to the heat and wondering if he should have put sunscreen on before coming out. It was just his face and arms that were exposed (and boy, they were rather pale) and he didn't plan on staying outside for hours but he could already feel the heat beating down on his skin. It felt nice but it didn't quite warm her through and through.

There was a book near his hip that he wasn't reading yet and a bottle of water in his hand. For now, he was just relaxing against a log, letting the sun do what it wanted and letting his mind wander off in all sorts of directions.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

wwiii

Everybody had their grumpy days. Or their uncomfortable days, or their just plain wrong-side-of-the-bed days. And for any reason under the sun, really. It all depended on what was up.

What was up for Warren was spring, headed into summer. Which meant fewer layers or even just the option of lounging around shirtless, a heightened likelihood of seeing pretty girls wearing less than they were a few months ago, and, less pleasantly, a molt.

Large feathered wings were amazing, breathtaking, and absolutely liberating right up until you realized that having a pair of them meant that you'd have to deal with itching, feather dust, and pinfeathers on a seasonal basis. And so Warren had made his way up to the roof in an effort to at least minimize some of the mess in his room to spare Hinata the headache, and was now sitting on the edge, frowning at a molted four-foot long primary feather and trying to figure out what the heck to do with it as he turned it over in his hand.

This sort of thing was so much easier to deal with when his dad could just smuggle it all out through his company as 'medical waste.'

[I don't know. All I know is that I've been vacuuming up cockatiel dust for weeks now, and finally he's starting to drop real feathers so it's time to torment Warren thus. But the roof is open!]

glacial_queen

Thanks to baking class today, there were plenty of cupcakes to go around for anyone who showed up today. They were also very...interestingly decorated, but fairly heavy on the frosting, so all was well. There were also assorted pastries and things from J,GoB in case anyone got tried of cupcakes and wanted something else.

When everyone was more or less assembled and had gotten something to snack on, Karla stepped forward. "Welcome to the first ever meeting of the combined Magic and Support Reserves. I'm Karla and this is Tara, for Magic; Emmett, for Support; and Raven, who's liaising for both because she's just awesome that way." Karla smiled at the other leaders and turned back to the group. ( To keep talking )

[~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up. As always, these meetings are open to all. No one needs to participate in the activities to show up, listen, and eat. People can join any and all reserves, so please don't feel limited!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

Inspired by her French class today, Rilla had slipped into her room to pick up her copy of a Victor Hugo novel (in English. Her French wasn't nearly that good) and curled up on a sofa in the common room with the book, an apple and a cup of tea (which tasted a bit stewed. Rilla wasn't used to make her own tea).

This, she decided as she turned a page, was a marvelous way to spend the afternoon.

[OOC: Oh so open.]

Current Mood: calm

longislandiceme

Through some miracle of timing, Bobby had actually managed to get everything for Warren's party set up earlier before heading off to Karla's.

Now, though, it was Warren's turn. Hopefully people would still have room for even more food after a BBQ, because the amount of food two brilliant bakers plus one person with access to a very good catering service was impressive.

At least people could work all those excess calories off in the ball pit?

[OOC: up early for slowplay, yay!]

bitten_notshy

Playing with wee Tony the afternoon before had been enough to convince Jack he should watch the entire Space Battles trilogy. It seemed to be valuable cultural knowledge ... and apparently it had a princess tied up while wearing a gold bikini in it.

He ordered a few pizzas in case some of the lurking children needed to be fed, took a slice of pizza with extra cheese, and settled onto the couch in the common room as the DVD started to play.

[OOC: Open common room, of course!]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome to the very last frat meeting of the year," Arthur announced, formally. "You have all held yourselves well in brotherhood and good sportsmanship." Give that one a moment to leak in, guys. "And we have been proud to call you our frat brothers."

He cast a look towards Hannibal.

( kkg, we will miss thee! )

[co-written with the dude that will be king,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: grateful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Good afternoon," Arthur intoned, smiling at those gathered. "We thought today might make for a good bonding experience over some more sports and, of course, copious amounts of food."

He wasn't overfeeding his reserves, but he was going to abuse frat to stuff his face.

"We have pizzas and hamburgers," he continued, "Feed as you wish. Hannibal will be informing you of the sport of the day."

( the rest is under here! )

[co-written with that guy who likes the other guy with the ears,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: amused

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Prom had been awesome, and Dinah didn't have a hangover, so she'd woken up early and headed out for her morning run, then ended up on the lawn, going through katas instead of in the gym. Too nice a day to stay inside!

Funny, there were other people who'd agree.

[yup, for kidlets, but open for anyone not related too]

wwiii

There were monsters outside. And there was fog that made people crazy. And heaven only knew what else was out there.

Warren had been out in it once, and once was more than enough. He just didn't have the tights for this superhero stuff. What was he supposed to do? Flutter the monsters to death?

And that was why he'd set himself up in a common room with a bowl of popcorn and some kind of goopy Disney movie that he hadn't seen since he was about four. Because pink elephants on parade were pretty awesome at drowning out the screams of a giant freaking dinosaur.

Mmm, sweet denial.

[Open common room is so, so open.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"This week," Arthur began, "I have made the colossal mistake of mentioning, in passing, the idea of a joust to my co-leader. I would not normally disparage his choices, but today, I disavow myself from all activities."

That was a nice, capable, strong lead-in, right? "Or at least disavow the usage of the word 'joust'." He did have a sense of humor, after all. Sort of. Hannibal.

( oh, time related misunderstandings! )

[co-written with he who eats bananas,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: content

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

The members of the frat had been ~~handwavily~~ informed to meet down at the pool today. As always, there was a table set up well away from the water with snacks and drinks (wait thirty minutes after eating to jump in, guys!). Hannibal, standing there in a swimsuit, looked pleased with himself.

"Today, we're swimming." It was on his mind, go figure. "With summer coming, we thought it'd be best to get you all ready by throwing you in the water and getting some exercise. If you don't know how to swim, stick to the shallow end. If you do, go wild. Don't kill each other or anything like that. This is just to get you in the summer frame of mind while getting you some leisurely, or aggressive if that's your thing, exercise."

Arthur had unabashedly red swimtrunks.

It was worth mentioning. He was a Pendragon, he could rock the red.

"For those of you who are more sportsmanlike," Arthur continued, "the pool has the faculties for laps as well. If any of you are interested in a competition of some sort, let us know and we'll arrange it." Of course he would get competitive. It was how he rolled.

"That's all we have," Hannibal said, nodding. "Now, get into the pool! There'll be no suntanning here. Into the pool or you'll get tossed in."

Hannibal would do that too. That was how he rolled.

[co written with that other guy who looks good without a shirt,

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: WET

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

"Welcome back, fellow fraternity members," Arthur began, crossing his arms and surveying his estate. Or the 1st Floor Rec Room. Whatever you chose to call it. "Today, I thought we'd ease back into our normal activities. We will be watching football." Beat. "Or soccer, as is the local word for it. I think we've got replays of Chelsea versus Manchester City...? Right."

He'd left the catering to Hannibal. He had dearly hoped that hadn't been a miscalculation on his end.

"Yeah, I don't have a clue," Hannibal admitted since soccer -- sorry, football -- wasn't his sport of choice. "I mean, I know we've got something but I can't tell which team's which. I'm too busy following the ball."

This is why hockey gave him a headache until there were fights. The fights were fun. Anyway.

"Anyway, yeah, we're going to be watching the game," he continued. "I picked up pizza, sandwiches and onion rings for those that are really hungry. Those that aren't can snack on the smaller treats. Chips, crackers, that kind of thing. And hey, if you wanna get into fights with each other, go for it. Just don't do any permanent damage."

He was a support frat leader, he was. Still, he gestured to the televisions, the comfy chairs and the food before heading to grab a slice himself.

[co-written with

bitch_prince!]

Current Mood: cheerful

wwiii

It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

intraspective

There was the whole Valentine's dance thing that Ino hadn't decided on yet (also, she didn't have a date, but whatever—you didn't need a date for socializing and dance, pffft) and the whole Spring Break vacation thing that she hadn't yet decided if she was going to go on that either.

(Part of her wanted to. Another part of her was hoping that, if she stuck around and made enough phone calls home along the lines of 'I have a week off! Please give me work!' that she'd eventually get a mission of her very own rather than having to mooch off other people.)

All of that, and the fact that she'd had two days of doing nothing but studying and the like, was the reason Ino was sprawled out on a couch now, with a bag of M&Ms that she could totally be persuaded to share, and flicking through a gardening catalogue. It was cold outside now, sure, but spring had to come eventually, right? And that meant flowers. All different kinds of flowers!

The tiny little fact that the couch she was making herself comfy on wasn't anywhere near her floor's common room really didn't bother her much. Why on earth would she limit herself to one floor?

[Ooopen as a common room is!]

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