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Valentine had nobody coming to see him this weekend. Therefore, he was not out and about, celebrating the finer points of family and proudly showing off the campus and explaining classes and avoiding awkward explanations about how the world worked.

But that didn't mean he wanted to be cooped up in his room, being bitter about this point.

So, instead, he had invaded the second floor common room and had put a sign in the doorway.

Parents-less Party!
You don't have family on the island? That's no reason to be without! Grab the person nearest you and come on in, they're your parent for the day!

You know you want to. There's juggling. And popcorn. And Valentine has the TV turned to a Stuffed Domicile marathon for lack of anything better to put on.

He hadn't grabbed a parent for himself or anything. But Very Important Men had to be at least a little choosy.

(Open, as common rooms tend to be-- parents or not. Come on in and celebrate freedom from the 'rents, or rebel because you are bitter about parents, or even show up if your parents do happen to be about!)

way-black.livejournal.com

Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, ~~Will~~ Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort.

And whoever had done it had wiped his mind so thoroughly, he couldn't remember what a 'burger' was, though Jonie had assured him that such a thing really did exist.

Secret Agent Gerard Smith (Smith seemed like a very functional last name, as he couldn't seem to remember having a last name, either) was looking for clues. Which mostly involved stopping next to the garbage can, glowering at it for a moment, and walking away from it again while he tried to work up the nerve to check inside of it for possible bombs or flesh-eating parakeets.

It could happen.

(The hallway is open like an open thing.)

Current Mood: predatory

notawitch.livejournal.com

It was late, but Will found herself unable to sleep. After spending a couple hours tossing and turning in bed, she finally sat up, and resignedly admitted that she just wasn't going to fall asleep. She threw on her pink jacket over her PJs, and slipped quietly out of her room so as not to wake Teddy.

Will wandered down the fourth floor hallways, and down the stairs to the third floor. She figured that walking to the end of that hall and back up to her room would help her stretch out, and maybe be able to get to sleep easier.

There was some kind of sweet smelling herb in the air, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

(OOC: Open.)

Current Mood: restless

way-black.livejournal.com

Here a week, and already Blackheart was getting nasty ~~handwavey~~ letters on parchment from his Father. It was bad enough that the old man felt the need to check up on him, did he honestly have to do so on parchment? How absolutely, maddeningly... old fashioned. Paper. Honestly. Was it so difficult to use paper? He was the lord of Hell, for Hell's sake, one would think it wouldn't be difficult to get his hands on the stuff. Send a demon up to get some. So bloody difficult. Really.

Blackheart had even been good enough to give his father the benefit of the doubt and read through it. Typical parental garbage. 'How is school?' 'Learn anything new?' 'You better not have killed anyone, or you'll be in so much trouble, mister.'

Stupid old man.

Blackheart wasn't about to do anything to jeopardize his time here in Fandom, if it meant that he didn't have to actually spend time around his Father.

That's why he was stalking angrily down the hallways on his way out of the building, so that he wasn't lighting a fire in his dorm room. Hellfire wasn't really a good thing to be using indoors.

(For one person in particular, but hey, I'm not gonna stop you from using the hallways. Boggle at the angry, pasty, kind of smelly goth kid if you want to!)

Current Mood: annoyed

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

The only problem with being lazy and sleeping most of the day because you don't have classes is that you wake up and want to do something different. Too bad it was after midnight now and most everybody was asleep.

Ah well, there was always TV.

Molly wandered down to the common room, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, plopped down on the couch and started to flip channels to find something to watch.

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

It was slowly ticking towards curfew but it wasn't bothering Luke overly much. He'd discovered a marathon of old Galaxy Quest episodes and was entirely too caught up in laughing until he cried at the terrible dialogue and sound effects.

He'd made popcorn--without burning it!--and even though he'd then dumped a bag of M&Ms into it, he was up for sharing.

Man On The Moon - R.E.M.

Current Mood: blank

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, but didn't want to be in her room when curfew hit if she could help it. So that was why a girl and her dog were sitting on the couch, watching the only thing that had caught her attention:

Telemundo.

She had no idea why the women who spoke in another language kept screaming, or why the men wouldn't stop crying.

[open like a thing]

Current Mood: content

notawitch.livejournal.com

The good news was that Will had picked up a new CD, with an upbeat sound that would be good for dancing to.

The bad news was that the stereo had broken after she'd put it in the common room's CD player, so she couldn't get the disk out, nor could she get it to stop repeating the same 47 minutes of music over and over. Will wondered to herself if she'd get in trouble for breaking open the stereo to get her disk back. Or if she'd ever want to listen to it again after this.

The common room was open, but noisy.

(OOC: ~~I have to run off for a bit to celebrate my little brother's birthday, but the room is still open, and I will be back later.~~ Back.)

Current Mood: restless
Current Music: "It's Hard to Say 'I Do' When I Don't", Fall Out Boy

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was bored, and in a particularly lazy mood.

Which was why there was a lethargic Aravis lounging on one of the couches, a sleeping rat on her stomach and a puppy at her feet (when he wasn't scampering around and nosing at things in the room.)

She idly flipped through the channels, slowly polishing off the last of her candy stash.

[zomg, bored and awake all night. open!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was curled up on the couch, watching the television with a faint mixture of horror and interest.

She had discovered cartoons tonight, you see, and there was a Looney Tunes marathon on.

She had to admit that she really didn't understand why anyone would trust these ACME people anymore, considering the faulty wares they sold.

And she was torn on whether she preferred that annoying, noisy bird, or the poor stupid dog thing that seemed to be indestructible.

[open as common rooms tend to be!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Now that she knew how to change the channels on the television, Aravis was enjoying doing just that.

It's possible she had found a Space Battles special. And it's possible she was imitating the noises of the weaponry.

She'd never admit it, though.

[open, as common rooms tend to be. if you want to drop a pet-turned-human in here, by all means, say it's after midnight. :D]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

It was a pretty nice day out so Molly decided to get some sun. Wearing her new bikini, she took a towel to lay out on the grass.

notawitch.livejournal.com

Sometime after getting back from her classes, Will pulled out her diskman out, and started hooking up the portable speakers she'd managed to pick up in town. After a couple minutes of town, the sweets sounds of Cobalt Blue, her favorite band, started playing in the ~~Keroppi~~ Curupira campfire area.

Now all she needed was to brew up some coffee.

(OOC: Open while I'm around!)

Current Mood: complacent

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!]]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis had spent a fair part of the day walking around the grounds, trying to familiarize herself with the area. Having done that and thoroughly worn out her feet, she'd retired for a brief nap in her cabin earlier.

A bit groggy still, she was curled in front of her campfire, heating a pot of water over the fire to make tea. She'd be more than willing to share.

[bored. visit! she'll share her really strong tea with you!]

not_in_the_book

After his... very interesting morning, which had followed an even more interesting evening, Ronan was slightly hesitant as he knocked on the door to Curu- Kero- Pikachu cabin. He was here to pick up Buffy for their lunch date to the Perk.

(OOC: I feel kinda like Johnny Storm. ;) For

1ordinarygirl, but I suppose that any of her cabinmates could open the door.)

Current Mood: anxious

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

With no classes on Tuesday, there was nothing that he had to do. Karal was fairly certain he was never going to get used to that but, after much urging from Altra, he was making the attempt.

It was a beautiful day and he was currently sitting against a tree behind Chupacabra cabin, in riding clothes rather than his robes, holding Trenor on a long line so he could graze at the edge of the clearing.

There was a bright beam of sunlight shining on him, making him sleepy and warm, Trenor occasionally whickered happily, and he was rereading the Tale of Gregori.

Maybe having nothing to do wasn't quite so bad.

[ooc: open to anyone!]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

So much packing and unpacking today! after visiting his little sister and getting his and Chad's alcove set up, Teddy went to go sit out by the campfire and maybe meet his cabinmates.

He was currently reading one of his comics to pass the time. Had to get through all those new comics he got at that con over on the mainland.

[[ooc: Open as campfires are wont to be]]

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.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny spent the afternoon putting most of his stuff away, the rest he spent lazily sprawling on his bed. What? Unpacking was tiring work.

Now though, he wanted to have a little fun around the campfire. And since theirs didn't seem to be lit yet, he took the opportunity to blast a few fire rays at it and set it to burning quickly.

Then, pulling up a lounge chair, he sat down, slouching a bit and stretched his long legs out in front of him. "This is the life. Now if I just had a beer."

[totally open!]

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.]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Somebody put a whole bunch of candy on a table in the common room.

That same somebody put up signs saying "FREE CANDY! FOURTH FLOOR COMMON ROOM!"

And then he went back to his room on the second floor, far away from any kids that would be unable to get to sleep thanks to him and his sugar.

[OOC: Jim's not here anymore. He's just mean.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!

(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

Current Mood: artistic

senor-chado.livejournal.com

A lot of thinking had been done. A lot of consideration and some more self-loathing and what have you that lead to the fact that, yeah, something had to be done here. He had to get Teddy back. Somehow.

Potentially embarrassing himself in front of the whole school seemed to be as good a solution than any, and, really, couldn't be worse than the whole cheerleading thing (which he wasn't getting to like, really, honestly...shut up).

After a few very carefully aimed and tossed rocks up at the window to room 422 (hey, Chad had a pretty good arm), he picked up the boombox and pushed play, holding it up as he filled the morning air with the sounds of Peter Gabriel's voice. In Your Eyes.

Hey, it worked for that one guy in that one movie, right? Chad actually couldn't remember how it went, but he'd been up all night after a long day of emo and work, and this was what he had to offer as a result.

...He really hoped he had the right window...

[[ he's clearly trying to get the attention of a certain someone, but feel free to gawk ]]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"Ricky" led the way out of Room 220 and made his way to the common room. He had a performance tonight, after all, and he had to get set up.

"Where is the band?" he wondered. "Luuuucy?"

[OOC: Peter and Zero received an anniversary present of matching gremlin bites. How sweet. Their humiliation is open to all, of course.]

dark_slippy_thing

'Valenteen' had spent a good twenty minutes rearranging the furniture in the second floor common room to better set the scene for the big shoot of the grand finale of his up and coming blockbuster hit, "Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture."
This basically meant that the television was turned off and there was a little pillow fort created from the cushions of the couch for the terrible 'Flynn Flonn' to demolish in a flaming rage.
As the head of pyrotechnics had run off to Cuba, and Sokka, his costume mistress, seemed more interested in stupid masks for the extras than actual costuming for the leads, a costume was fashioned for his monster out of a garbage bag with holes cut in it and some coloured paper cut out to look like flames, stuck onto it with duct tape. It was low-budget, but it was brilliant nevertheless.
To top it off, another costume had been quickly fashioned out of a chopped up ice cream bucket, some cardboard, and a few rubber gloves, and it was awaiting a star that was brilliant enough to play the title role of the chicken.
Now, all he needed was for his cast to arrive. And, hopefully, someone who could operate a camera.

(OOC: ~~Going to set up some minor OCD.~~ OCD IS UP! Open for gawking, extras, anyone with a camera, and, of course, your normal common room needs.)

Current Mood: artistic

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had fashioned for himself a paper megaphone and was walking up and down the dorm hallways, shouting 'artistic' directions to everyone he came across.
He hadn't seen a single clapper loader, gaffer, or grip all day, and it was starting to perturb him. To top it off, his cameraman seemed AWOL, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say that he had finally decided to go with his suggestion to use hidden cameras for maximum feel while scenes were being played out.
This meant, however, that the boom operator would have to be extra careful to keep the boom out of the shot.
"AND WHERE IS MY LOW-FAT NO-WHIP SOY LATTE, PEOPLE?"
He was a director. This obligated him to shout.

(OOC: Open all day for anyone who wants to have random stage directions thrown at them in the hall or who wants to be hired into Famous Director Mr. Valenteen's movie crew. I have the day off, so I'm looking forward to much crack!)

Current Mood: artistic

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom.

*Santa never ran. It was undignified.

[ooc: Tannim thinks he's Santa. He's not wearing a costume, just walking around with a bag of "toys" and trying to get into all the rooms. If you want him to get into your room, please tag into the post with your room number and whether it's occupied when Santa arrives. You're also welcome to run into him in the hallways.

[ETA: It's afternoon when he's running around the dorms, but his delusional mind thinks it's later at night.]

Current Mood: jolly

notawitch.livejournal.com

Will had settled down in the fourth floor common room, and was humming along to the radio as she poked around in the cupboards in the mini kitchen. There were five different canisters of hot chocolate left out on the table (chocolate, double chocolate, mint chocolate, white chocolate, and something nasty looking marked as "candy cane"), with a little sign propped up in front of them.

Today Only: Free hot chocolate mix!
Help yourself to a cup!

Will was not so secretly hoping that she'd be able to get through these things faster by ~~pawning some off on~~ sharing them with other people.

Current Mood: cheerful

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

Lucas had a giant bowl of popcorn and was sitting in front of the TV. There was a documentary on, but the remote control was out of reach, so if anyone grabbed it they could probably flick over to something else.

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.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

The Madri had been very busy this weekend. After being brought here and finding the M'kraan crystal they have spent most of their time trying to figure out how it works.

And in just a few more minutes, they hope to open a portal that would allow them access back to their world and more importantly... access to Apocalypse.

[ooc: Lock to those who know who they are]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

likethegun

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

dark_slippy_thing

Always on a quest to expand his horizons, Valentine decided to wander into the common room on the third floor, for a change.
He wasn't really expecting anyone to show up at his room in the morning, but he had roped off his side of his dorm room before heading to the common room, anyhow. He was fairly certain that (even though he didn't have a thoughtful bone in his body) it would save a few problems if someone actually wanted to ~~feed him~~ learn to juggle tomorrow.

Right now? He had discovered Television.
And he was enthralled, flipping through the channels with no rhyme or reason.

[ooc: Open to anyone who might want to meander through for your third-floor common room needs. *coughWillcough*]

Current Mood: enthralled

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was getting completely sick of being pied.

He'd had more showers today than anyone should ever have, and he was running out of clothes.

Once more showered and changed, he was just venturing outside when a veritable squall of pies descended upon him. Fruit pies, cream pies, chocolate pies -- a plethora of pies, falling from the sky, and coating him from head to toe in crust and filling.

It eventually died away, leaving Jack standing there, dripping with pie, a curve of pie crust hanging off one ear. "Fine." He shook himself vigorously, slicked a hand through his hair, smooshing pie into it, and wiped his face. "Fine!" he yelled at the sky. "If that's the way you want it."

No, he didn't know who he was talking to, but he had some vague notion he might have angered the pie gods.

Grumbling under his breath, he started stripping out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, the pie gods chose that moment to follow up with a brief lemon meringue flurry.

Now not quite completely naked, he stalked back into the dorms, heading for his room.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Jack's naked, but there's sufficient pie coating him to preserve anyone's modesty...anyone else's modesty, that is. He doesn't have any. I've been awake since 3 am and my brain's mooshy, so I might be a bit slow.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

notawitch.livejournal.com

In Will's mind, having a fresh cup of coffee and a bag of cookies was a pretty good way to spend an evening. What more could you ask for at once, really?

That there was also an Animal Planet documentary about frogs on the TV was a coincidence. Yep, total coincidence.

(OOC: So very open.)

Current Mood: chipper

2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com

WIth no classes today, the twins lounged in the common room. Hikaru was eatting popcorn and watching the Z FIles while Kaoru sat to the side, making what must have sounded like strange barking as he looked over his Cross Species Communications vocabulary packet.

((ooc: slow but come and play~))

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

John Dorian is sitting in the 5th floor common room, attempting to conceal very large quantities of paint. However, he is not doing a very good job about it, so anyone poking their head in can probably see not only that there is paint, but that there seems to be inordinate number of pastels. He is trying, obviously, to look innocent as he waits for some of his friends to, hopefully arrive.

Maybe I should have left a message or something.

((OOC: Open to all. We're gonna paint the common room, and maybe some other stuff. There's a lot of paint. However, there is an octopus on one of the walls in the common room, complete with pirate accoutrements, so don't paint over that. We're just adding some... uh... personality.))

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD wanted to paint the town red, but, sadly, lacked the necessary art supplies. As a result, he was sitting in the common room with some paper and crayons, resorting to drawing pictures of daisies.

((OOC: Open to all, including suggestions for adventure and foolishness))

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Since Syd's departure her dorm room has been surprisingly lonely. So Mac has taken a couple of fat beanbags from her newly all-her-own room, a large mug of coffee, and her laptop and has taken up residence in the fourth floor hallway.

She has sustainance, her laptop jingling music at her... and the company of anyone passing by. It's way better than being sat in her dorm room all on her own.

[[ooc: Come, drink her coffee, eat her food, mock her music. The corridor is the new common room.]

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

JD knew he should be in bed, but he couldn't sleep. So, instead, he was stretched out on the common room couch, staring dreamily at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot.

Those with psychic abilities might notice that his daydreams include boyish thoughts about a very pretty redhead with freckles and very buoyant hair.

((OOC: Open to all - come play with me!))

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

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