[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
William wasn't typically given to brooding, but having a physical representation of one's soul manifest was... certainly sobering. To say the least. Yesterday he'd spent the majority of his time by himself (or, well, as by himself as was possible, all things considered), but today he'd felt the need to get out for a bit.

He wasn't quite in the mood for television in a common room, though, so he was up on the roof, Merak the gibbon scampering about the edge, and him not trying to think of the possibility of her falling off it.

[ooc: roof and post open!]
[identity profile] nonelikemesince.livejournal.com
Sure, Anakin had to go to class later. But he needed food, first, and a very large bowl of cereal in the common room appeared to be the solution to that this morning. He wasn't in the mood for quiet, so he turned the TV on and found a soccer game on. Earth sports were weird, but with weird similarities to the ones he knew from home, and apparently there were a lot of them on TV lately. He didn't mind; he wasn't particularly into them, but he didn't mind either. (He had his doubts about the red-and-white striped jerseys one of the teams was wearing, though.)

He was perfectly prepared to just have the game on as background noise while he ate until he caught sight of one of the players, standing in front of a giant net wearing padded gloves, as a graphic reading "Hope Solo" flashed up on the screen.

"Um."

She totally looked like she could be related to him, and needless to say Anakin would be paying attention for the rest of the match.

[OOC: Making Star Wars references to soccer games in game is pretty much a tradition for me. Shut up. And open.]
[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com
Rilla had noticed that the volume level on the fifth floor seemed slightly higher today than she was used to, but she (being her normal size and having no roommate other than Jims) brushed it off in favor of heading to the common room and starting to prepare lunch: soup and toast for her and a bottle of milk for Jims.

Just another Saturday in Fandom, right?

[OOC: Mwahaha.]
[identity profile] randomspanish.livejournal.com
Freddie was only partially scrambling to get everything in place for the live broadcast. Chairs were set up for the audience, each candidate had a podium, and Sam even had a little moderator's table. He'd gone all out for this set-up, even going so far as to wear the tux he'd worn for when they'd done the iCarly awards.

"Okay, we'll be live in just a few minutes, everybody," he announced. "Just relax, be yourselves, and if anyone in the audience tries to interrupt at all, I'd just like to remind you that our moderator is Sam Puckett."

It wasn't so much a threat as a healthy reminder. "And again, thanks to all you candidates for joining in. I promise we won't throw any pies or ask you to sit in fudgeballs."

And with that, Freddie went about the final prep, leaving a few minutes for the audience to mill about, and the candidates to do their final prep as well.

[ooc: Please wait for massive OCD Mostly up and running! More questions will be added, but you can get started within the framework!]
[identity profile] daventryprince.livejournal.com
One could suppose that there were many things Alexander could be doing right now. He could be making sure all his dress tunics were in good condition if he wound up going to this prom event this weekend. He could be getting a head start on his examinations this weekend, especially all those languages that he'll never have to use again. He could be....sleeping.

But he was working once more on some maps. Rosella had pulled through for him and sent him some updated maps based on some recent exploration by Derek Karlavaegen, so it was time for Alexander to pour over them, study them carefully and look for any signs of suggestions that the Land of the Green Isles might be hidden somewhere in these new developments of cartography.

It was unlikely, he knew, but the chance had his heart beating faster with excitement, that maybe, just maybe, there might be something, some clue to him finding his Cassima...

He had brought his work with him to the common room, because that was a good way, he figured, to keep himself from being deemed a recluse. His mother couldn't argue that he wasn't at least trying to be social.


[[ home on a thursday and bored and dreading 13 hours of work tomorrow. OPEN COMMON ROOM IS OPEN! ]]
[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
William had no idea there was some sort of awards gala on the television tonight. And truth be told, even if he did know, it was unlikely that he'd be interested in such an event.

Instead, he flipped through the channels until he settled on a forensics documentary show. DNA analysis was fascinating stuff.

Well, it was. If you were a nerd.
[identity profile] child-of-rer.livejournal.com
Sov brought a radio and a soldering iron into the common room. The radio wasn't strictly necessary, but it was Sov's most priced possession and they wanted to show it to Tony, if nothing else as an example of the type of technology they were used to. They placed the things on the table and sat down, waiting for their friend to show up. They might have been a little early. Tony's promise to show them how to build a radio was important, after all.

[Sov and Tony are going to be nerdy, but it's a very open common room.]
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
Bruce wasn't sure why there was already a Christmas movie on some channel. He really wasn't sure why it was being shown twice in a row. He wasn't sure why people would want to see a movie where Will Ferrell wore tights for the entire running time. But most of all, he wasn't sure why he couldn't stop watching.

He couldn't even blame the TV for this one. Yet another reason why Bruce hated the holidays.

[OOC: It looks like USA had/has Elf on twice today... consecutively... and it's not even Thanksgiving. Look, I love the movie, but come on. Wait a week. Ahem.]
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
After getting back from Colorado, Bruce got some dinner from Ching Tai. Unfortunately, they gave way too much food, so he set up in the common room. If people were hungry, they could take. He could have done that and gone to his room with his food, but he figured that would prevent him from seeing how other people were reacting to the gender switch. And really, his want to be left alone was easily overruled by his curiosity.

While he was in the common room, though, he wasn't touching the TV. It would end up stuck on the Style Network or something if he did. He could deal with being a girl, but that was asking too much.

[OOC: Open like a gender-neutral common room.]
[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
William had a jumpdrive and... no idea how to use it.

Fortunately, he knew people who had a much better grasp on these things than he did, which is precisely why he had called Claudia and was now trying to resist the urge to pry the casing off one of the computer towers as he waited for her to show up.

[ooc: expecting she who's been mentioned in narrative, but open!]
[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com
Sure, Ariel had said just streamers and a banner, but there were balloons now thrown into the mix because she couldn't help it. She and Ellie had gotten up all the decorations, which were all very pretty shades of green, based entirely on the fact that Ariel remembered that green was the color of the shirt she'd helped Chuck pick out. There was still an awful lot of flowers around, too, though who even knew where Ariel was getting them. The banner, meanwhile, was certainly not lacking in sparkle, stretched across the room:


HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUCK!!!!!


So now there would just be the setting out of all the food and the drinks and ever important CAKE, then waiting for guests and the ever important BIRTHDAY BOY and it would be time to party!


[[ up early because of evil things like working and time zones! Slowly approaching OCD is on the way up! Rock out! ]]
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[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven had claimed the fifth floor common room with a flag in the name of Rumor Gal tonight. She'd been waiting months for tonight's episode after the terrible cliffhanger earlier that year that had left her favorite character in grave peril.

She thought she'd figured out her laptop so that she could video chat with Hoshi if she called, and Jono had said he'd join her to watch, but anyone was welcomed, of course.

Just don't even think of turning the channel.
[identity profile] notlikebobby.livejournal.com
Sunday wasn't exactly a study day, but he'd had a slow week and didn't want to fall behind. He worked better with other people around and so had his Chemistry homework out in front of him. Jack was sitting cross-legged on the floor, occasionally glancing at the door as if hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: HI!]
[identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com
Sookie had Top Model on in the background as she whistled tunelessly in the kitchen. Idle hands had made her restless, and tonight found her making a dish of brownies to enjoy in front of the television. (With sprinkles!)

There was a certain irony to the evening, to baking something to eat while watching a show about the ultra-tall and thin, but Sookie didn't really care. Mostly she was giving herself something to do, and hoping that if the squeal of girls didn't draw people in, the smell of chocolate would.

[come keep me from succumbing to a head cold!]
[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
Thanks to Claudia, William had a phone.

Of course, he now had to figure out how to use said phone.

He'd brought it out into the common room in the hopes that someone else familiar with the technology might be around. Maybe they could help him figure out how to make this "texting" thing work.

Stupid tiny buttons.

[ooc: open like an open common room!]
[identity profile] faithandscience.livejournal.com
Will had a stackful of books with him but they were, rather uncharacteristically, being ignored as he'd figured out how to turn on the television device. Rather by accident, as he'd done so by sitting on the small rectangular box with the push-buttons.

Tentative poking at the buttons had caused the picture to change rapidly, which was interesting and he did want to find out more about how it was possible to control a device remotely but the second he'd caught sight of a room full of machinery on the screen, he stopped pressing the buttons and settled in to watch a truly fascinating programme. As it turned out, this particular episode happened to be about 'carburetors', which were apparently a key component in the mechanised vehicles like the one he'd ridden to the school on.
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[personal profile] onlymistaken
Cally's day, once she'd determined that whoever was in charge of this place wouldn't be available until the school started up, had been spent trying the communications device in her room (it could only reach other such devices on Earth), the terminal at the desk next to her bed (with the date on the screen that made no sense to her) and what served as a computer network for the planet. (Just the planet.) Hours and hours later (...there had been a network node labeled "TV Tropes" and suddenly it was evening and she was starving) she couldn't take the isolation any longer, and headed down the corridor to the room that her 'student orientation' booklet swore would contain food, and possibly companionship.

It also contained an impressively large screen, which, when she entered, showed a man and woman systematically insulting every item of clothing their young guest owned before dumping them into a bin and in one memorably moth-eaten case, threatening to set fire to it.

It was simultaneously cringe-inducing and impossible to look away from, which might explain why Cally was now sitting on a sofa with a bowl of something called Frosted Lucky Charms in her lap, liberally doused in...Pepsi. (Or that could just be the alien thing. Like she knew what these people put on their dry food products?)

[OOC: Like a thing which is open.]

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