tigerundercover: (Red Raven -- killer)
[personal profile] tigerundercover
There was little in this world (or her own) that Raven enjoyed more than a proper lazy summer vacation day, and she intended to make full use of the break from workshops. It'd been awhile since she'd taken advantage of the dorm's deck, but she was out in force, this afternoon, sporting a cute little blue strapless suit and a pair of actual, for real sunglasses, sipping iced tea -- she had a whole pitcher, if anyone wanted to share -- and generally enjoying the warm air.

Okay, so it was actually kind of cloudy, today. And Charles had sent her a giant stack of books, which he was fussing about getting her opinion on -- though why he thought she'd want to read Bradbury or Burroughs when there were future books she could be reading, she wasn't sure -- so she was doing a bit less sunbathing than flipping disconsolately through a book about book burning, of all things, but the spirit of it remained the same.

She'd get her revenge. She was already planning the care package, full of dub-step and softcore housewife porn. And maybe some Margaret Atwood, just so he didn't think living in the future was totally rotting her brain.

[dorms needed more posts. Open.]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
Will's worries from yesterday had mostly abated. Getting everything out onto paper had helped and funneling his focus onto one thing and one person had cleared his head a little. Now, it was all a matter of getting the plan rolling.

But, later. Today was a holiday and it was warm out so Will had grabbed his tablet and carried it along with him outside onto the deck. He hadn't spent much time out here and since he'd hung out on the roof about a week ago, the deck seemed like the next place to check out.

Will took a seat in one of the lounge chairs and kicked his feet up before booting the tablet on. Junior was already in an identical lounge chair, looking about as relaxed as Will was feeling.

"Open email," he said and watched as his Center email popped open and messages from Elise and Nick popped up. Nothing from Brooke which was worrying but he figured he could ask Nick about that, see if he'd seen her. Apparently, it was raining in Wisconsin (or so Nick told him) and Will couldn't help getting his phone out and taking a picture of the nice, sunny and warm weather they were having so he could send it back.

Junior was sunbathing now and Will shook his head. That computer generated version of himself seemed to be a lot more self aware than Will had first thought. Strange but amusing.

[Open, sure]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
It was way too nice to stay inside. Way too nice. Will remembered this as being perfect running weather. Not too hot but not too cold. He wouldn't overheat or catch a chill and you could run for hours without feeling it. Will loved it which is why after he'd had his run, he wandered up to the roof and breathed in the fresh air.

#9: WATCH, LOOK, AND LISTEN, OR YOU WON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING.

Enjoying the scenery and the weather might have been a more literal interpretation of his dad's rule but it seemed to fit. He could recall a few times when he and his parents had camped out in dense forests with little to see but dirt, bark, and tree branches. His father though pointed out small things like patches of moss, four leaf clovers in the midst of overgrown weeds, and a small birds nest on one of the highest tree branches.

The thoughts made Will smile as he hopped up on the roof's ledge and sat down, swinging his legs. In the distance, he could see the town and maybe he every once in awhile, he tried to pull at one of the benches or light posts he could barely make out just to see if his abilities extended that far. He wasn't trying too hard but he could feel the pull, just that tugging about his mind, that maybe he was succeeding a bit.

[Open place so of course the post is open too]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
You were not going to find Will in the kitchen. Even if he knew dinner would be a good thing, he was not going to attempt to cook anything. Even the microwave was probably too much for his supremely lacking cooking skills. He'd burn something and there'd be a fire and an alarm and an evacuation and he just didn't want to be the cause of that.

#58: FACING THE TRUTH IS A LOT EASIER, IN THE LONG RUN, THAN LYING TO YOURSELF.

This probably wasn't what his dad meant by facing the truth about his cooking skills but he was going with it anyway. So, his dinner consisted of some cheese and some crackers. Sure, he could have ordered something but he was just feeling too lazy to attempt that. Not when he'd already gotten himself so comfortable on the couch and his attention was on some ridiculous movie he'd found on television. It seemed like the perfect way to spend the last evening before classes got started again.

Besides, cheese and crackers was a classic! At least it wasn't ramen noodles, right?

[Place and post are open]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
Will thought he deserved a lazy night after the whole group therapy thing. It'd been a little strange to talk about some things with people who weren't completely in the know but he felt a little better to know that some of his feelings weren't completely out of whack.

Regardless, he wasn't thinking about his issues and his emotions tonight. Tonight, he was eating ice cream for dinner (it was amazing all the different flavors that were out there) while he watched some ridiculous movie he swore had to be a joke. But, it was apparently something someone had made and people had gotten paid for.

He was going to need a lot of ice cream to survive this movie through to the end.

[Open place & post]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
Will really, really needed some fresh air. After waking up this morning without that disgusting thing feeding behind his ear, he'd almost felt like he was suffocating. He'd gone for a run until his lungs ached and even after that, he still didn't want to be inside so the roof was the most logical place.

It was a chilly and rainy day but he didn't care. After spending several weeks thinking he was a member of the Other Team and plotting a return to the Never-Was, a little rain actually felt good. Will figured that he'd have to tell someone (probably Dave, if he was still alive) about this but he really didn't want to. He didn't want to share the details of being pretty much controlled by a demonic monster from another dimension and how easily it had happened.

If he was that vulnerable, maybe he wasn't meant to be an Initiate. He tried to push those thoughts out of his head and took a deep breath before hopping up on the roof's ledge and sitting down so his feet could dangle.

Time to start repressing.

[Place and post are both open]
[identity profile] makemyownway.livejournal.com
Cade had gone for a nice long run around the island and was now working industriously in the common room kitchen making green juice (heavy on the kale, naturally) and nice hot bowls of gruel oatmeal.

Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, you know!

Anyone hungry?
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
Will felt like he needed to unwind after class. Usually, he'd go for a long, long run and he still planned on doing that but the common room and it's comfy couch seemed to be calling out to him. He'd snagged his tablet from his room and plopped himself down.

"Open email," he told the tiny digitized version of himself on the tablet. His email opened up and there were a number of messages from Ajay, one from Brooke and another from Elise there. There was also one that was a bunch of gibberish from a masked email address. Will frowned and...forwarded it off to Ajay to see if he could pull anything from the line strings of numbers and letters.

He figured that if Ajay wasn't busy, he'd start the research on that email pretty quick so Will turned on the television to wait. On his tablet, the tiny version of himself pulled out a chair from somewhere and stretched out as well.

That was still cool. And weird.

[Open]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
Will had dreamed of his parents last night. It wasn't unusual for him to do that but this one had shaken him up a bit. The dream had started out normally, actually. It'd just been him and his parents, eating a quiet dinner while rain fell against the the window. Will recalled turning to his mother to ask her a question and seeing, to his horror, several Ride Alongs crawling across her face, distorting her from Will's sight. When he'd swung around to tell his father, it hadn't been his father but Mr. Hobbes, smiling malevolently at him.

Will had woken up and hadn't gone back to sleep. He'd gotten through his class and was grateful that he could come back and actually not do anything for while. Training was going to have to wait. He thought about attempting a nap but the visuals from the dream reared their ugly head again and he ended up settling down in the common room. He switched on the television set but couldn't find anything to his liking so he just settled on some sports recap show.

Instead, Will was going to see if he could use his Grid indoors. He'd tried before and it had worked but it was clumsy. But, he figured he could give it a go again. He closed his eyes and pulled up his enhanced sight. Immediately, he felt a little seasick but the vision eventually settled and walls started following away. Will started looking around, noticing energy signatures from people in the halls and in their rooms. He looked up and could even see where people were on the floor above.

Will kept his eyes closed and his Grid up, trying to pick out common rooms from dorm rooms from other rooms on the third floor while he was sitting on the couch on the floor below.

[Open place and post. Will's Grid can't make out people individually (aka he wouldn't be able to say 'John Smith is in the hallway above me') but he can see where energy is centered, can see through walls, and around corners etc. To squirrels, it'll just look like Will's dozing, though.]
suitably_heroic: (lsp: ahhhh!)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
It smelled like it was going to snow. Will had spent enough time in Wisconsin to pick up the scent of what an upcoming snow smelled like. The air was definitely getting chillier and the clouds in the sky looked like they were going to bring more than just a cold rain.

Will was really glad he'd brought along the heavy duty winter gear he'd gotten while he was at the Center. It meant that he could still go out and run tomorrow and wouldn't end up getting hypothermia and frostbite. Even if he did have enhanced healing, he still didn't want to go through the pain.

It wasn't cold right now so Will was out on the roof in a light jacket. He'd come up with a good way to practice while laying in bed earlier. Right now, he was tossing various coins off the roof and trying to use his telekinesis to locate, picture and bring the coin right back to him before it fell and hit the ground.

He'd been pretty successful but there were probably a few nickels and dimes on the ground below. He'd go and find those later. Maybe.

#8: ALWAYS BE PREPARED TO IMPROVISE. If he couldn't be at the Center, then he'd make sure he was ready when he did eventually go back.

[Open place & post]
seveninchmotto: ([neu] Will not bend.)
[personal profile] seveninchmotto
There was oatmeal on the counter in the common room, and it looked fine. Just perfectly normal, as oatmeal should. You shouldn't be fooled, though. Isabelle had experimented with some spices there – you know, to just make it better, just in general, as you do when you're an enthusiastic amateur cook – and the end result, well, it wasn't great. At all.

As usual.

Isabelle herself was on a couch, using her phone to check out potential ideas for what she might want to do for her upcoming birthday.

Oh, and she was having cereal. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about the oatmeal.

[ooc: Open! It is never too early or late to meet Izzy or find out she can't cook. Also, entertain me. ... Now in the right place.]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
#46: IF STRANGERS KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FEELING, YOU GIVE THEM THE ADVANTAGE.

One of the luxuries that Will had been allowed to keep was his 'computing device' from the Center. Ajay had managed to keep Will connected to the Center's intranet (Will didn't ask how) even while he was away. It meant he could keep himself up to date on things going on and hopefully not feel quite so far away. He didn't (and couldn't) keep himself in a constant and obvious funk.

"Power on," Will said and watched the tablet seemingly come to life. Legs unfolded in the back and raised the entire unit to a comfortable viewing angle. Then, the screen expanded in size and powered on with a musical chord. As everything powered on, Will almost smiled when he saw the visual representation of himself staring at him from the computer. The background changed and soon it was mimicking the common room he was sitting in.

Will picked up a few of the potato chips he'd picked up in town and ate a few while the tablet got itself caught up. "Open mailbox."

His mailbox opened and Will scanned through some emails from Elise and Nick. There were some announcements from the Center and one from Dr. Robbins but nothing else. Will opened the email from Nick first and started laughing at his friend's sarcastic whining tone about being bored. He'd even sent a picture of himself lying on the pod's couch, looking sad and bored.

It made Will feel a little better. He got to work composing a reply while the television droned on in the background. Every so often, Will looked up to see what was on but nothing really caught his attention.

[Open common room. Will's tablet is pretty technologically advanced. It only reacts to him and there's a very, very accurate representation of himself on the computer screen. It sounds like him, moves like him and is kinda creepy but helpful!]
[identity profile] pasunereveuse.livejournal.com
Celia normally rose early -- it was partly a defense mechanism, so she could get everything she needed for the day under way before her father rose from his hangover. But after all of yesterday's commotion and surprises, she found herself still abed when it was nearly noon, on Saturday morning.

She quickly found a warm winter dress in her trunk and pulled her hair up in a passable bundle of curls, then ventured out to the common room. Supposedly this was where food could be found -- after the picnic yesterday, she'd not had much interest in seeking out still more food, but today was a different story.

The first and easiest-to-access item she encountered was a blue box bearing a tiger and the words 'Frosted Flakes,' sitting out on a countertop. Celia frowned at it, then peeked around before opening the box. She didn't want to go into someone else's food, but she'd also been given the impression that this was where community items were kept, so....

Hm. Flakes. And they did indeed look frosted. Celia gingerly plucked one of the little morsels out of the box and tried it, then decided she liked it enough to keep eating from the box as she perused the kitchen. Yes, it was much less dignified than how she'd behave with company about, but that was neither here nor there since she was alone for the moment. She was strongly considering levitating things down from top shelves, too -- her father would have told her that if she didn't use her magic, it would lose power, of course, but Celia was still a little cautious about possible witnesses and what it meant that she was here.

She had more pressing concerns at the moment, though. "What in the devil's name is a Froot Loop?"

[totally open, whooooooo! save me from housework. EDIT: shhh it never said Saturday. wishful thinking.]

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