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willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was on a couch in the common area, watching TV thanks to her computer-fu.

Currently she was watching a Bridezillas marathon.

She was a little speechless.

[open for Ursa Majorettes, or those who feel like knocking]

Current Mood: shocked

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg hadn't been too bummed out by Lilly going away. She had her parents that she was happy with and Meg was glad to let her go back to them. However, she had gotten upset over the phone call she had gotten from her parents this morning. They made it clear that they were still mad over the Stanford thing by saying they weren't going to be coming to her graduation. At least her little sister will be coming. That was good. Or maybe it wasn't...

Seeing as how she didn't have anything to do today she decided to get out of her room for a bit and hang out in the common room. She was sprawled out on the couch, flipping channels listlessly. Was it illegal to put anything decent on daytime TV? It seemed that way.

[Congratulations, you've been chosen to help me procrastinate today. Open!]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow had a bag full of crayons, markers, paper, glue, glitter, and other art supplies in one hand, and a wee daughter in the other.

"And this is the bestest common room that ever was," Willow told Melly. "There'll be plenty of room for us to draw here. Now help Mommy set up."

[open!]

Current Mood: artistic

willbedone.livejournal.com

It was finals season, which meant Willow was very happy. It was also Thursday night, which meant Willow was multi-tasking.

"I don't care what they say," she said in response to what she was watching on the television, "if you're a dancer you wear shoes you can dance in! It's your own fault if your silly boots knock you out of the competition."

[open, as common rooms are]

Current Mood: amused

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Current Mood: excited

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana had pulled out paper and crayons and markers and scissors and glue. She'd even found some stickers and glitter. Now she was busily coloring away at the coffee table. There were cartoons on the TV and she was humming happily, tongue sticking out as she concentrated on what she was doing.

[Open!]

withoutverona

After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.

Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.

Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.

"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."

From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.

"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.

[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

Current Mood: flirty

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie is currently sitting with himself and himself arguing over which version of "Galaxy Quest" is better.

"Classic!"

"New Adventures!"

"I prefer Lightning Bug."

"You're just obsessed with anything Joss."

"No, it's because Galaxy Quest sucks."

And any minute now they could come to blows.

[ooc: open]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

once-a-king.livejournal.com

For some reason, the only cookies that the people at J, GOB would sell Peter were heart-shaped ones covered in pink frosting and pink and white sprinkles. So those were the cookies he set out on the table along with pots of hot coffee and tea. He tried the cookies though just to make sure they weren't poisoned and - as far as he could tell at least - they seemed perfectly tasty. Just very very pink.

He had the dance tickets, order forms for the flowers, and six roses of varying colours that he'd picked up, hoping that the they'd help with the selling all laid out carefully and even somewhat approaching attractively.

Finally satisfied, Peter sat down behind the table with his book of tactics to hand and ready to sell.

[OOC: Dance tickets and flowers can be bought handwavily for certain! Flowers are only on sale through MIDNIGHT PST today and will be delivered tomorrow! I'm going to be in and out for a bit.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Thanks to a ~~handwavey~~ notice, all flag football fans knew to flock to the gym for... uh... fractice. Ahem.

Willow was there, complete with clipboard and blue hat. "Hi everybody! Welcome to the first flag football practice of the new season. I'm Willow, coach of the vastly superior blue team. But that's not important right now because today we're going to focus on working together as we learn new moves.( Today's move is... )

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice your little flag football hearts out!]

Current Mood: productive

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Neon posters with arrows and the words, free food, pointed students to the First Floor Lounge where more posters with strange stick figures proclaimed that the Flag Football Club was sponsoring a Super Bowl Party.

The lounge had been decorated in blue and gold. There was a huge football-shaped cake from J,GOB and a wide variety of party sandwiches, chips, and dips laid out on tables along with beverages.

Naturally, there was also a television, tuned in to the Super Bowl.

[ooc: YAY PARTY FOR EVERYONE! The food is moddable as generic football party food (there are most definitely Cheetos, but not the creepy chocolate covered ones, thank you).]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Those who arrived at the gym for flag football tryouts would find Willow there, complete with blue hat, clipboard, and a whistle. She waved when there seemed to be a good enough crowd to start.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said. "In case you don't know me, I'm Willow Rosenberg, captain of the bestest team here at Fandom High, which is also known as the Blue team. John is captain of the sadly penultimate team, which would be Gold. Try not to mock them too openly for not being as great as Blue is.

"Today is tryouts for new students," Willow continued. "Or old students who didn't try out before. Or medium-time length students who possibly fell into an alternate dimension when they should've been devoting themselves to football skills. Which around here is entirely possible. Either way if you aren't on one of the teams and would like to be, this is the place for you!

"We've got a few areas set to tryout. John and I will be watching you and judging your every move to see if you are worthy of flag football so, you know, no pressure or anything.

"Those who are already on teams don't have to try out again, but you're welcome to help the newbies, or just watch, or even make suggestions as to who might make a good teammate. John and I will be over there if anyone wants to talk.

"And remember that this is all in good fun, except when we're trouncing the Gold team in which case we're out for the strictly metaphorical kill. Don't forget to hydrate and warm up and say please and thank you when appropriate or just 'get out of my way, fool!' when that's what the situation calls for. Also feel free to apply a different insult if 'fool' isn't really working for you.

"So, um, yeah. Good luck and Go Gremlins!" Willow did a fist pump to encourage everyone, then went over to where she was going to watch the tryouts.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! Have fun!]

Current Mood: hopeful

willbedone.livejournal.com

Sometime Wednesday evening, the following signs were hung up around the dorms:

Courtly Dancing in the Park!
Saturday, Jan 12, Starting at 10am
All are welcome, regardless of skill!
Wear comfy clothes!
Informal food for formal dancing!
(Bring your own picnic)

Questions? Contact Willow Rosenberg or Mr. Glitch.

[ooc: NFI, unless you wish to react to the sign]

Current Mood: cheerful

therhimineecat.livejournal.com

There were so many strange and unusual things in Fandom, so many new things to learn about and master, that Seregil was too busy to feel depressed.

Television in particular fascinated him. It reminded him a little of wizards' communication orbs back home, except that the content wasn't specific to any particular person and you could control how it works even if you weren't a wizard.

Currently, Seregil was sitting crosslegged on the couch in the common room, playing with the remote. Most of the controls were self explanatory and he could figure out what they did even before he hit the buttons. On, off, volume up and down, even mute, these he had no problems with and he hit each of them several times to make sure they did what he thought they did.

What he was having a more difficult time figuring out was the numbering system it used. At first he thought it was some code to bring up the type of thing you wanted the television to show you – one combination of numbers brought up ghost stories, another brought up obvious farce, a third brought up some kind of organized combat display, but time and testing showed him that these didn't remain consistent.

For example, this time when he punched in the combination that had led to ghost stories the last time he'd experimented, he got something else entirely. Something with a lot of very pretty young women engaged in, as far as Seregil could make out, training for something very much like the Street of Lights back in Rhiminee. Whatever it was, it was intriguing enough to make Seregil forget about trying to figure out the television and settle in and watch.

He wondered what Tyra's House was called and how much she charged. From what he could see, it would definitely be worth the cost.

willbedone.livejournal.com

Signs appearing around the dorms:

FLAG FOOTBALL TRY-OUTS!*

Next Sunday!
January 13!
Noon!
In the gym!
Which is where athletic-type things happen!
In case you didn't know what a gym was!

BE THERE!!!!!**

* By which we mean trying out for the flag football teams***, not trying out flag football as a concept. Though you could do that too, certainly.

** Statement only intented as encouragement and not an order of any kind.

*** BLUE RULES!!!!

[ooc: NFI, unless your character wishes to react to the signs.]

Current Mood: productive

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was in a great mood when people started arriving for practice. "Okay guys, good news for you. Next week we're having a game! Gold Team versus Blue Team. No holds barred, just keep in mind this is flag football not tackle football," his gaze may have drifted to Willow when he said that. "So, let's make this practice really worth it and get some serious work done!"

He'd set up all the equipment necessary for very thorough skills drills in his excitement for the upcoming game.

It may have helped that he'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep the night before without infant droids to care for.

[Yes! Game next Sunday!]

willbedone.livejournal.com

When the flag footballers showed up for practice today, they would find themselves facing an obstacle course. And a Willow who looked far too bouncy and pleased with herself.

( And a cut tag! )

[ooc: I'm insane. ~~Also OCD is coming.~~ OCD is up! Have at 'er!]

Current Mood: geeky

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim decided to check something out.

If he had hot chocolate ready and was blasting Journey - and not even the good Journey music, but the worst of Journey - would people be repelled by the music and stay for the hot chocolate, by drawn by the music and stay away from the hot chocolate, or completely ignore one or the other entirely?

Jim had no clue.

[OOC: Journey songs and hot chocolate fully moddable.]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was at the gym at the usual flag football practice time.

"Hi guys!" she said. "Okay, so we've been focusing on the positive - especially for the members of my team - and today we're going to continue that trend. With winning comes many benefits. For instance a sense of accomplishment, the ability to be smug, and endorsement deals!

"But as anyone who has watched reality TV on Wednesday nights knows, being a spokesperson is not easy. You have to be well-spoken, fierce, and never lose your model. Also it helps if you remember the product name.

"So today we are practicing our spokespersonness. You're going to take this - " Willow held up the football " - and look at the camera - " she pointed to the camera that she had hooked up to her computer " - and convince the viewers at home that they want this football, they need this football, and for extra credit maybe even imply that not having the football causes baby seals to cry. Or something traumatic like that. Get them to buy, is the point.

"Oh, and smile with your eyes!" Willow clapped. "Go team! And you other folks who are sadly members of gold! Woo!"

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up! Practice!]

Current Mood: geeky

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow had her blue cap on, her computer, and her clipboard. It was not flag football practice without a clipboard. If that wasn't actually in the rules, Willow felt rather strongly that it should be.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said with a cheerful wave. "Welcome to today's flag football practice. Especially members of the blue team and especially certain members of the blue team who I'm not going to single out right now but suffice it to say that said blue teamer's name has a happy face next to it on my roster. Possibly little hearts too but that is neither here nor there nor in the middle. Never forget the middle. It counts on being forgotten and that's how it gets you. Trust me.

"Okay, so for today's practice I thought it would be fun if we kept things in a positive light - or positive darkness, if that's your illumination preference - and went over a key part of the game which is scoring touchdowns. Specifically what you do immediately after, which is a little victory dance of happy touchdowning joy.

"Sure, some may say that touchdown dances are easy, but they are a fine art unto themselves. Too short and nobody knows you're doing them. Too long and you come off as kind of smug and jerky. And then there's the issue of whether you do actual dance moves or make it up as you go. As for the latter, I'm open to you trying either but when making up your own dances please name them something other than the dirty bird because we'd like for this to be considered a family-friendly football game. 'nuff said."

Speech done, Willow clapped her hands and gave a happy bounce. "Okay, go practice! YAY TEAMS!"

[ocd ~~coming~~ Up! Practice like you've never practiced before!]

Current Mood: working

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Flag football practice can't happen when the people involved don't remember who they are or that they should be at flag football practice. Happily that was last weekend. This weekend there was practice. Wonderful and amazing practice.

There were flags, there were balls, and there were mats. Why mats? Just in case people wanted to practice falling on their behinds like they will during the game ~~that will happen at some point in the near future if at all possible~~.

John informed the newbies their team affiliations upon arrival (Peter=blue, Harry=gold), but it didn't matter as inter-team mingling was encouraged. Especially where taunting was involved.

[ooc: COME PRACTICE ~~after the ocd~~]

Current Mood: devious

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was hoping for some new recruits after the club event and the exceptional crayon posters he'd ~~handwavily~~ put up in the dorms last week. He'd managed to combine homework with club work and drew landscapes in the background.
( Flag footbally goodness )

[ooc: Practice is open to new players, old players, and oglers of all kinds. There's space in the gym for non-footbally goodness, too. If any chars need encouragement to join, John is more than willing to help. ~~Please wait for~~ Minimal OCD is up!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was partially bored and Turtle had been sitting in her room, trying to think of even more ways to try to situate herself in a standing where she'd be a good, easy choice for her fellow sophomores to vote in to represent them in the student council. A small rumble from her stomach and a reminder of her sweet tooth had the perfect idea: food, of course! Sweet, to be specific! Cupcakes!

There was one problem. Turtle wasn't exactly much of a cook. Bad cupcakes could have bad results. She considered just going to J,GOB, getting some, and sharing them, but that didn't seem to reflect well on her tenacity. She thought a little harder.

Oh, sure, there were still J,GOB cupcakes there, yes, for those who wouldn't want to wait. But Turtle had also picked up a great many supplies for the opportunity for people to make their own cupcakes to their own tastes, the things scattered all around the kitchen and a ridiculous amount of pans and toppings and everything. Quite a nice spread. And, subtly, a seemingly unfinished "Vote for Turtle" sign placed on the counter, as if Turtle had merely just paused her work for the 'spontaneous' cupcake smörgåsbord.

Now, hopefully some people who could actually make them well would show up. Currently, though, Turtle was trying her hand at ultra-sugar-Pixi-Stix-Gumboreo Cupcakes.

[[ open! come! Make cupcakes! ~~bonus points for exploding ones~~ ]]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with left over cookies, drinks and much space for the audience to watch the cheerleaders perform. Buffy would probably go out and bodily drag audience in if necessary, but she hoped the combination of cookies and short skirts would do her job for her.

ooc: ~~wait for ocd.~~ OCD is up! GO GREMLINS!

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was bored. So she took her hedgehog Philbert over to the common room to watch TV.

To her delight, Stage Right was on.

Of course it wasn't on a premium channel, so a lot of the swear words were dubbed. But still!

"You'll like this," she told Philbert. "There's dancing!"

[ooc: Open!]

Current Mood: happy

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

It was dangerously close to curfew, but Sokka was curled up on the couch with Momo Jr., watching a movie and eating popcorn.

This may or may not have had anything to do with the big frikking sign on the wall that said

FANDOM HIGH 1st DAILY
"If anyone, from this point forward, is found breaking any decree I have set forth, punishment will be swift and unquestioning"
CURFEW-BREAKING AND PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION PARTY

Seemingly ignoring the sign, Sokka grabbed a handful of popcorn and munched on it.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Still in the wolf form that Umbridge had turned him into, Dean was stretched out on the couch, chin resting on the armrest, tv remote in his mouth. With careful experimenting, he'd figured out how to turn on the tv and change the channel by biting down gently on the buttons.

He was currently watching an old werewolf movie; it had seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

[ooc: Yep, Dean's a wolf. Open like an open thing.]

not_in_the_book

Ronan was once again in the kitchen area of the common room. This time, he was cooking up pasta puttanesca. He also had a dish of bruschetta topping already on the counter, with a plate of slices of garlic-toasted Italian bread beside it, and a caesar salad was just about ready.

The Nomadic Celtic Chef is at it again!

[Open! Come and get it!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel has a bag packed and a strange looking apple looking thing in her hand. She had ~~handwavily~~ sent out an e-mail and told a few friends that she was going to be heading home.

She also said this would be where she would be before she left just in case they wanted to see her off.

[ooc: Mostly for those who know who they are. Otherwise open. ~~Minor OCD coming up~~ OCD up! SP declared due to timezones, HP and Comic Con.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had reached returned from the clinic with the idea of geting a few hours of decent sleep. Unfortunately she'd reaced the point of being so over-tired that she couldn't sleep. So she wandered out to the common room to stare at the TV.

Extreme Home Makeover probably wasn't the greatest choice, but she was too tired to go look for the remote.

Current Mood: tired

turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com

Raphael was finally awake and in the common room. He supposed he'd have to adjust his schedule to start doing the whole 'going to class' thing again, but who really cared for now? He certainly didn't. If Namine or Donnie needed him they could knock, same with anyone else, and Mikey was always with him.

Speaking of which, Little Mikey was on his shoulder, clinging as Raphael positively taunted him with cereal. It wasn't that he hadn't been fed, simply that he was sure the cereal was much more tasty than what he'd been given. The tiny turtle made a squeaky hiss of protest, butting against Raph's neck.

Raph's eyes rolled over to his brother. "What? I fed you, you can't have my cereal. One sugar bomb is as big as your head, dude." He turned his attention back to the TV. "What the hell is this, anyway? 'Reptar: On Ice'? Whatever." Really, he was only half paying attention in the first place. "Looks like something you'd get into, Mikey."

He continued to ignore Mikey's protests as the program began to go into a chant of "Reptar, Reptar! Gotta find that Reptar!"

[OOC: Open, of course. Grumbly Raph as always :3]

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

After doing absolutely nothing at all for most of the day, John's made him way down to the lobby for the, hopeful, meeting of the John's. He took a seat on one of the benches and kept an eye out for John's that he knew and people who looked like they were named John or Johnny or even Jonathan.

There were no concessions or things like that. John didn't believe in that. Well, actually, he'd just forgotten to go out and get them.

Oh well. Hopefully the other John's wouldn't mind.

[And the meeting of the John's/Johnny's is on! Stop by if you're a John or you're not.]

orewahikari.livejournal.com

It's early - 8am, 9am - and Roxas is already awake. He's in the common room in shorts and t-shirt, bedhair and bleary eyes, trying to find where he put his bowl of cereal.

Roxas is really not a morning person at all. It's rather cute. The TV's on for noise, although his book's also sitting on the table, and he slumps onto the couch when he finally finds the cereal.

He's probably going to head to the park later, but for the moment... he's content to rot his brain for a while, at least until he's properly awake.

[OOC: Open like the most open thing that was ever opened!]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was making herself dinner. Or, really, she was gathering dinner, since at this exact moment, it seemed to consist of potato chips, jelly beans, peanut butter, and some carrot sticks.

For the nutrition, of course.

Anyone who wanted to make something real would probably be very welcome.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

Current Mood: hungry

willbedone.livejournal.com

Today's flag football practice found Willow in the gym. She had a clipboard, a blue gremlins cap, a whistle, and a terrifyingly eager expression.

"Hi everybody!" she said. "John's running late so he asked me to take care of organizing today's practice. So Gold Team, you have to listen to me even though technically you are not my people. Anybody trying to get around that will get reported to John who will then kick you in the shin. Or something else. I don't know what John normally does to keep you in line but whatever it is he'll do it! Plus you will feel the wrath of my stern expressions and my Blue Team can tell you that that is a fate worse than a fate worse than death. So there.

"Anyway ( on to the details of practice )

Willow then unveiled some Tupperwares that she'd brought with her. "And anybody who does a good job will get a cookie. Even Gold Team members though they are naturally at a disadvantage by not being as awesome as Blue."

Willow them beamed proudly and made shooing motions to encourage everyone to get to practicing.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ up! Practice away!]

Current Mood: pleased

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John set up the gym for flag football practice. There were cones marking lanes for a passing/receiving workshop. Once everyone arrived, John and Molly demonstrated proper throwing and catching techniques. Players were then instructed to partner up to try for themselves. If they had questions or needed tips, John was around.

[ooc: The poll won in favor of practice! Thanks to

bruiser_in_pink for the idea. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Happy Father's Day! Edited cuz I'm a moron and forgot to list a time!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John and Willow had ~~handwavily~~ left messages for the all the players abut the change in practice time.
The gym was set up for flag football. There were gold and blue flags in two boxes. Above the boxes players could see the huge poster Willow'd made. It was covered in stickers and glitter and written in many colorful markers. The poster listed the two teams and the names of the players on each team as follows:

Gold Team	Blue Team
John Sheppard, captain	Willow Rosenberg, captain
Abigail Whistler	Adam Park
Billy Kessler	Andros
Bridge Carson	Annette Hargrove
Chad Sado	Jim Halpert
Dawn Summers	Jo Harvelle
Dean Winchester	Marco Conrad
Dick Casablancas	Sam Winchester
Evie Carnahan	Shawn Farrell
Johnny Storm	Sokka

The poster also encouraged players to pick the proper color flags and join their captain for practice. There were also bottles of water by the sign in sheet ~~just cuz I love that icon~~.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! All oglers welcome in the watching/cheering thread, but remember: Those who watch too much football will wear out their end zone.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had the gym all set up for the first real Flag Football practice. He hoped people had gotten their voicemails or heard the radio broadcast (but not the Bo Peep bit).

John had set up a table with more copies of his handout. Two crates were on the gym floor: one containing dozens of footballs, and another with flag belts and red and yellow flags.

Willow was off to the side, being a good co-captainy type and John was pacing, eager for practice to begin.

[ooc: Open to all! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready! Willow modded with permission]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

This was the first ever Flag Football information session and practice. John and Molly set up all the necessary equipment in the camp gym. There was a handout by the door explaining what flag football was and the overall rules.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up, come on in!]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim was practicing shooting free throws. The fire was his basket. Marshmallows were his basketballs. He was well aware that he was basically just chucking sugar into the fire to melt, surely making a horrible mess of some sort inside all of that wood. He was curious what it would look like when all was said and done, though, so he kept shooting.

[OOC: Open like a campfire. Which it is.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

"Ow." Dawn was stretched out on the grass, holding ice bags to places where Vi had made contact. She should have known better than to spar with a slayer, but it seemed almost normal, and she'd gotten carried away, and "Ow."

Maybe if she was lucky, the ibuprofen fairy would drop by.

[ooc: Open to everyone!]

Current Mood: ouchy

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After chatting with his brother and Dawn, Dean wandered back over to his own cabin, grabbed a soda and some campfire friendly food and settled down outside intent on just kicking back and relaxing.

[ooc: for cabinmates and anyone else who wants to stop by. campfire munchies completely shareable and modable]

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was ~~suicidal~~ nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

Current Mood: jubilant

twohalvesofaphd.livejournal.com

It was with great seriousness that Zachary Uriah Addy made his way to the common room, dragging a cart piled almost as high as he was with books and pieces of lab equipment behind him.

While most kids believed the weekend was a time for cartoons, he knew it was also a time for SCIENCE!

After turning on the television, Zack sat next to his cart, opened a book and began to assemble...something...

[Open as common rooms are.]

Current Mood: working

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Only more than slightly gleeful that he only had one final left - and that he'd survived (barely) Engineering, Peter set up the Coffe - And Tea - Cart in the 5th Floor Common Room.

He put up a sign saying "Good Luck on Your Finals" and sat at a table studying. Except it looked less like studying and more like playing with Play-Doh he'd found tucked away in the cupboard.

absolutesnark

Summer and Marie were brainstorming ideas for an Alpha Beta Gremlin meeting that wouldn't bore small children. They were sure the kids wouldn't want to talk about preserving the nature trails.

Marie suggested arts and crafts of some kind. Summer suggested taking pictures of the kids. She had her digital camera and laptop ready for any parents who wanted pictures of their kidlets. Marie brought some art supplies, including glitter, so the kids could make decorative picture frames.

Moving the meeting to the first floor lobby seemed to be the best choice.

[ooc: this is open to anyone, not just ABG members; thanks to

untouchableskin for the idea; OCD is up!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet. That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business! Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class. The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

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Annette spent her remaining afternoon decorating the common room. Balloons and streamers of various colors were strewn and placed at various vantage points. A table was set up for his cake that she had ordered from J, GOB, along with plates, forks, and napkins and other party snacks. Party favors were placed here and there, and she had set up her stereo, a stack of cd's ~~of anything you want to listen to~~ sitting to the side.

A smaller card table was set up near the door for the door prizes. She had no idea what was in the little bags ~~so don't be blaming her!omg!~~ she had ordered online. They came pre-wrapped and ready to go. She was sure they would be a hit though.

Also was a table set up for his gifts. Along with that, she rearranged the furniture a little to allow for a smallish dance area in case anyone was so inclined. And yes, there was glitter galore in case anyone decided to go shirtless. It was completely allowed.

All she did now was leave a message for Dick, and tell him she was waiting for him. She pushed play on her cd player and Postal Service (the cd Chad picked out for her) started playing. And hopefully soon, others would start to arrive.

(~~please wait for~~ ocd is up!)

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