fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with yasutora "chad" sado

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It was warm outside. There was no way freaking way Hannibal was going to stay inside when ti was warm and sunny and there was fresh air to be had. He thought of going to the beach but figured the water wouldn't have warmed up over night so the deck it was.

There, at least, he could get out of his shirt (exhibitionism whoo!), get himself a cold drink (no telling what was in it) and enjoy himself. Finals were done, the semester was done and summer was coming.

There was really no better way to spend a Saturday in his opinion.

[deck is ooooooooopen!]

Current Mood: hot

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It had happened to them at least twice already, so neither Teddy nor Chad were very surprised to find their after-prom morning interrupted by a very familiar face.

But there was at least something new this time around. Orden, after all, had yet to meet Galliano.

Chad would feel sorry for the cat if he hadn't already known the cat was a masochist and probably loved all the attention that he was getting from the half-Skrull spawn.

The little family had relocated down to the common room, looking to find some dinner.

"So what are we making?"

[[ so very, very open! Chad and Teddy and Orden will love to feed more mouths, too! ]]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah was a very practical person. She knew how much fun the Gremlins were enjoying biting people and she hoped that enough people in one place would discourage the evil little things.

She had mats set up and refreshments for practice.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had scrubbed for what seemed like hours this morning and yet he still felt unclean after last night's...thing with Gavin.

Also, his back was freaking killing him. That bastard was heavy as hell!

So the KKG had been given notice that they were meeting in the pool today where there could be relaxing and stretching. No snacks, but there were plenty of rafts, floaties, and noodles to play with. Not dirty. Ew.

Current Mood: literally crushed

bitchprince

Much like the previous day, Saturday found Arthur venturing back down to the barricade. It was early, the sunlight was yet shallow and leaning towards overcast, and only the first warbles of birds became evident as he slogged at the thing.

At least it had remained intact overnight. He was in full armor yet again, with ~~shamelessly modded~~ Merlin at his side. He'd stayed quiet opposite the boy most of the time, barring talk of strategy. The magic was something that'd have to be discussed again if they managed to survive this whole mess.

He climbed up so he could take a quick survey of the town. Watching the still forms lumber about, he felt a chill settling in his bones. There was only one word he could use to describe it.

"Bugger," he muttered, succinctly, and ran a hand through his hair. Sometimes, he had a knack for brevity.

[[ open post, second verse same as the first ]]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad ~~who did not forget, really~~ was setting up for cheerleading practise today, which meant that all the mats were out in no time flat, and so he could spend the rest of the time making sure all the snacks and the water and the Gatorade on the sidelines were all suitably healthy.

And then playing loud rock music with really good basslines.

Whaaat? They did that poppy stuff all the time. It didn't hurt to switch it up a little.

likethegun

Sam's taste in music was a little ~~more emo~~ less peppy than what was usually played at practices, and he knew that Dean's tastes wouldn't help him here either. So, he'd spent some time scouring the internet until he had a good set of modern, fast-paced songs. Dragging the mats around and getting the gym set up for practice was definitely the easier part.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

After a trip to Turtle & Canary and the comics shop, a very normally large Chad and a not-so-normally small Teddy went to the common room, ready to make all sorts of pizzas for themselves and anyone else who came along.

Chad predicted that the kitchenette would be a holy mess in record time as he set Teddy on the counter so he could reach, the cats twining around their legs, and started to take the pizza making stuff out of the bag.

[[ Open common room is open! Chad is more than happy to help with making some piiiiizzaaaaaas. I'm a bit afk for about an hour, though, but wanted to get this up real quick! Teddy modded with permission! ]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Teddy was there to set up the rec room today, but there was something new. No Doritos or Cheetos today. It seemed they were going for a Mexican theme with chips and salsa.

If asked, he may claim it was due to the Spring break cruise, but that didn't quite make sense so it's just best not to ask.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was Chad's turn to set up for cheerleading practise, which he did pretty easily, as he never had much trouble moving the mats or even lugging around the giant container for Gatorade. In fact, the most difficult thing for Chad was picking out the music. There were a lot of options but, today, he was thinking they needed some rock. If he could make life contain just a little less pop music, he was content.

future_sandworm

To say that Leto was not in a good mood was an understatement. Having recovered from the weekend - which had been rather tiring - he had been unfairly accused yesterday of being a bad friend by Tony and added to that he had been woken up in the middle of the night by loud out-of-tune singing and slamming of doors. The former event should be just something to laugh at, he knew that, but he just didn't have the patience right now. Ghanima might tell him off, but she wasn't here.

The next person who had issues with who he was sleeping with would be challenged to a duel and have their waters taken.

To calm himself down he had chosen between playing the baliset and doing some fighting practise and the former had won. If there was to be a dance he should anyway make himself familiar with contemporary dance music, and picking up some new tunes to play was a good way. Having tuned the instrument, he swtiched on the TV, looking for one of the music channels he knew were being broadcast. Watching, his face turned into a frown. Not only were the songs difficult to play on a baliset, he also had his reservations about the dance style.

Some days he wished there was a Litany against Annoyance.

[open of course]

solo_sword

Jaina seemed to be making it into the common rooms more often lately for some reason. Today it was because sitting in her room and trying to get work done had gotten boring, and she needed a change of scenery. So she'd brought her datapad with her and curled up in a chair, because she was a fun workaholic that way. She'd ordered pizza, but it was still sitting on the table untouched, and she'd left a random Spanish channel on for noise.

Sometimes you got bored hearing the same language all the time. Don't judge.

[SO. BORED.]

Current Mood: working

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The KKG meeting was much warmer this week and John was practically bouncing over what he wanted to talk to the guys about.

"So, this Sunday is the SuperBowl - that's a big American football game if you hadn't heard - and I was thinking the men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin could throw a little game-watching party. What do you guys think?"

Current Mood: dorky

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Despite being more bundled up than should be strictly necessary when indoors, Teddy was very excited about the first meeting of the new year.

"Hey, guys! I know it's really cold, so we don't have to stick around too long today. Just say hi to any new members we might have and... you know, take a calender."

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

As Liir had the day off today from just about everything, he decided to get some baking done. No brownies, of course, but a little bit of chocolate wouldn't hurt anyone (except Makejoy, who was once again being very good and staying outside of the kitchen) and he had a craving for toffee he couldn't quite explain.

Hence the browned chocolate-chip and cherry cookies that he pulled from the oven as another batch of them went in. They had a few minutes to cool, of course, but he couldn't quite resist pulling up one very carefully, blowing on it a little, and taking a bite.

...it burned, of course, but they were just right.

"Milk," he decided, "I hope we have some milk."

He also had up a little sign.

If you need your laundry done without losing any of it, do ask.

[open and ~~the dark side~~ has cookies]

wantstodirect

Tony had the DVD for Harry V and a box full of doughnuts from J, GOB, because he couldn't think of any good reason to not have doughnuts for dinner. He put the movie in and flopped down on the couch with the remote.

[Open! Because OMG the 4th floor CR is full!]

Current Mood: relaxed

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The rain was *still* dripping down, so Dinah had decided to ~~play~~ practice with her new purchases in the lobby instead.

zziiing!

The Room-a-rang bounced off the couch, hit the banister railing, cornered off the fish-tank, then zipped back toward Dinah... landing a couple feet short of where she stood.

"Arrrgggh."

This might take a while.

[open like an open thing!]

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan showed up to the gym early and pulled out the mats.

Once she completed that, she put on a girl power mix and started to stretch.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad was finding out that cooking with your cat was much easier when your cat suddenly had hands and opposable thumbs and could reach the counter all on his own.

The weirdness factor of the fact that Prince Oscar Pedro was a lanky bald fellow that occasionally would lick himself had worn off pretty quickly. It usually did around Chad.

And tonight they were making encheladas, with more than enough to spare for anyone else and their humanized pets.

[[ open CR is open! It's slow enough at work for me to post this, but not to answer with alacrity, so SP from me for about the next two hours or so. Wanted to get it out, though, yaaay! ]]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had had some laundry to do, which had gotten done earlier today, and now was getting to some baking.

The first tray, the madeleines, were already done and had been separated; most on a platter for anyone who would come by and the rest in small bags for him to keep in his bag.

The second tray, which had just come out required coating in the chocolate sauce that was carefully simmering on the stove. Watching both the tray and the pan, Liir had to admit from the lovely chocolate mint smell that the new recipe was one he would have to use again.

Though he had to wonder why it was called a 'thin mint' with all that butter in it...

[open as common rooms are, with thin mint approximations!]

gobrookeyourself

With the Food Network on for noise and inspiration, Brooke was cooking.

No, seriously. There was food in the process of being prepared, and she was all cute in her apron and everything. The food would probably even be edible when it was all done. She'd sort of taken up the whole kitchen with stuff that needed to go into the oven, things that needed to get saran wrapped and put in the fridge, and cookies that were already done and waiting to be eaten and shared because she wasn't very good with self-control. Look, you had to get the important stuff done first.

[LJ sucks and I'm not getting notifications, but dammit I'm home early and I am posting. Open!]

Current Mood: busy

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck had managed to roll out of bed before it started to get dark outside. That was pretty good considering he was exhausted. It felt like he made out with the entire town or something yesterday. He shuffled down to the common room in his ~~smoking jacket of brooding~~ robe and was sprawled out on the couch, scotch in hand. The Food Network Thanksgiving specials were blaring on the TV. Mmm turkey.

[Open as common rooms are]

Current Mood: hungry

senor-chado.livejournal.com

He didn't get a chance to do it often, but Chad really liked setting up for cheer practise. He felt like he was doing something important when he did. Plenty of healthy snacks and water and some Gatorade were supplied, and he could carry out all the mats in one go.

And setting up practise meant he got to pick the music. No bouncy teeny-bopper crap today! They were going to practise to some hard rock. It had a beat! You could dance to it! ...Kind of.

Well, he brought some extra more traditional CD for practise if anyone really had an issue with it. He wouldn't mind.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After being supremely lazy yesterday, Dean figured he probably should actually leave his room today so he had opted to do one of his 'cook brunch for all comers' deals in the common room.

Really, there was never a bad in these situations. Because if no one showed up, that just meant he had a lot of food to eat himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Sticking with the rec room as a meeting place, Teddy got everything set up for when everyone arrived. No Cheetos, sadly. He picked up a giant bag o' tacos instead.

Tacos sounded like a good idea at the time. In retrospect... maybe not the best thing for a meeting. But they were still delicious, darn it.

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Honestly, the last place Angela wanted to be right now, feeling as she was, was overseeing a cheerleading practice. Even so, she was there early so she could get things set up and ready.

The sign in sheet was laid out, music was on, and there were mats on the floor ready for practice.

Angela was lying on her stomach, head resting on one arm, in the corner of one of said mats, thinking about stretching and trying to ignore her headache. Stupid winter illnesses.

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Already loaded down with snacks and drinks, Teddy was finding it almost hard to turn the channel away from CNN to the CW.

He couldn't even vote yet and was probably not ever going to, but wow was this cool to watch. Maybe if he could do speeches like that he'd be okay with the whole... thing.

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was time for the cheerleaders to go about and do their thing in showing all the family and friends of the student body their school spirit! The gym, of course, was decorated in blue and gold, with a giant, sparkly "GO GREMLINS" banner, and there was up-tempo, bass-thumping music spilling out of the speakers as the cheerleaders got read and the audience filed in.

[[ OCD's ~~a'coming~~ got spirit, gold and blue! OCD's got spirit, how 'bout you? ]]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela took herself down to the rec room early for party preparations. She'd had an offer of willing help, but also recruited some girl with streaks of pink hair from across the hall to help her bring things down just in case. The other girl's protests that she was pretty sure she had no idea who this guy was fell on deaf ears.

By the time evening came, the common room was all decked out in a bunch of bright balloons, a couple of 'Happy Birthday Hannibal!' posters, and some artsy-looking homemade streamers. She may have mixed in some interesting Cosmo article titles with the normal paper when she was making them. Keep an eye out for those if you're into extra reading material.

The music is going, food is out, and near the door is a tub of ~~completely moddable~~ party hats. Birthday boy wanted hats, he was going to get hats. People who don't take one, run the risk of being pounced and having one forced on them (tactics may vary depending on how well she knows said people and her sugar intake).

[[ooc: ~~Oh, you know what you're waiting for by now...~~ Party on!]]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

Ella was nervous as she arrived at the gym and started rolling out the mats and setting things out for practice. It was her first time setting up, and she wanted everything to be just so, especially with plans for an exhibition that weekend.

She added a plate of orange slices to the snack table, then started stretching out as she waited for the rest of the squad.

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had gotten to the gym early, decking the place out in blue and gold balloons and streamers just for that extra school spirit feel, and setting up the rest of the place. There were plenty of ~~moddable~~ snacks set up on tables, and breakfast set to be delivered in the morning, and she'd stored extra sleeping bags, pillows and blankets against the wall for people to take if they needed some. And because Brooke was Brooke, there were some extra things set up for people to enjoy, because you couldn't just leave it at that.

Once she was finished, she headed to her room long enough to get ready, then came back down to the gym in her best Clothes Over Bro's pajamas to get the party started.

[Open to everyone, ~~though wait for the OCD or I will find you.~~ and OCD is up! Go play!]

Current Mood: chipper

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Cuando él no había estado gritando, República eo Tchad había estado handwavily en la gimnasia, donde él había estado entrenando. Entrenando a su corazón hacia fuera. Entrenando a las grandes inflamaciones de la música inspirada, a cada sacador que realiza una escena de montajes de todo su trabajo duro y esmero, a la sangre, al sudor y a los rasgones. Sobre todo rasgones. Y culminaron todo a este momento. Él se colocaba en la azotea, batió su pecho pelado con sus puños enormes, y levantado para arriba un gran grito. " ¡Venga conseguirme, viento, usted híbrido! ¡Déme su mejor tiro! ¡Usted tomó mi amor lejos de mí, viento, y ahora usted debe pagar, con una furia quemando dentro de mí más furiosamente que la furia de mil soles! "

Y República eo Tchad, él luchó ese viento, él lo luchó con todo el el suyo pudo, determinado que saldría solamente uno de él vivo. " ¡Esto está para usted! ¡TEEEEEDDDDDDYYYY! "

[[ la azotea abierta está abierta ]]

Translation: When it did not have been shouting, Republic eo Tchad had been handwavily in gymnastics, where it had been training. Training to its heart towards outside. Training to the great inflammations of inspired music, to each sacador that realises a scene of assemblies of all their hard work and care, to the blood, the sweat and rasgones. Mainly rasgones. And they culminated everything at this moment. It was placed in the roof, he beat its chest bare with its enormous fists, and raised for above a great shout. " It comes to obtain to me, wind, hybrid you! Déme its better shot! You took my love far from me, wind, and now you must pay, with a fury burning within me more furiously than the fury of thousand suns! "

And Republic eo Tchad, he fought that wind, he fought his yet could, determined that it would leave only one alive him. " This is for you! TEEEEEDDDDDDYYYY! "

[[ the open roof is open ]]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah got to the gym after classes to set things up for try-outs. She had mats and tables pulled out, with refreshments available for both the current cheerleaders and those trying out.

There was a table arranged with clipboards for the squad members to write notes as they watched the hopefuls try-out. There was also a portable stereo for those routines that were choreographed to music.

It was time for try-outs for the Fandom High Gremlins!

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it.]]

minnesota-teen.livejournal.com

With Liir's help, the common room was transformed into a vivid party room. Purple streamers were hung, balloons in every color were tied around, some left loose to pop or kick like some people liked to do (not her, geeze), and HAPPY BIRTHDAY INO! was everywhere.

Music was going and Amber was adding finishing touches to the gift table; little shiny curly things in purple everywhere. Hopefully Ino liked purple. While she was doing that, Liir was busy in the kitchen, getting the food in order and her mouth was watering just smelling some of what he had cooked.

Yay, party!

[Liir lovingly modded with permission and up early for timezone goodness, woot! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Technically speaking, Firekeeper knew how to cook. Of course, her idea of 'cooking' involved grilling meat over a fire for as little time as possible, something that wasn't exactly possible indoors.

She'd seen others get food from the cupboards in the small kitchen area in the common room before, though. The only problem was that almost none of it was any sort of food she was familiar with. Well, there had been the fermented-grains drink she'd used to try and entice the skunk away from Jan, but she wasn't touching that.

She was investigating just about everything else, though, which is why there was a table in the common room spread with an array of snack foods, and a very curious wolf-girl thoughtfully nibbling away.

Blind Seer wasn't so much interested in the food as he was Firekeeper's various reactions to it, and was sprawled on a couch where he could watch.

[ooc: open like a room that is common!]

Current Mood: hungry

firebringerborn.livejournal.com

Jan was hungry. Yes, there was grass downstairs, but what he really wanted was some more of those delicious, delicious oats.

He could get the cupboards open with his teeth, but his horn made it difficult to poke through them. This was how he managed to knock a bag of flour, which bounced off his head and onto his withers, even as he tried to duck out of the way.

It didn't do a lot of damage, but it did leave him with a white stripe from his ears to the base of his tail. Normally, this wouldn't be anything but irritating. Today...

"Bewdiful," came the slurred voice. Jan looked down to see a striped rat with a puffy tail staring up at him out of unfocussed eyes. "Loves you. Niscehst, nischest girl I've ever seen."

It grabbed Jan's hoof and started kissing it while Jan stared in utter horror. "Kindly let go of me," he muttered, knowing it would be wrong to kick the thing out a window when it could talk, and not sure how to extricate himself without hurting it.

"Nah, nah, nah I loves you." It was slobbering on his foot and it stunk (like a brewery, not that Jan knew it). "You 'n me, gonna make bewdiful music together."

"Help?" Jan ventured, entirely at a loss.

talks2objects.livejournal.com

Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

[Open!]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

The more she thought about it, the more Adah realized that, while she mourned the loss of her privacy, she really rather liked the cabins. She kept to herself enough that privacy was never really an issue; it came rather naturally around her. Everything was on the same level, which made going from one place to another a bit easier. And then there was the pride she took in her ability to step outside and get a fire going, literally single-handedly, and then she could sit close enough to it to catch enough light but not too much heat to read Poe by. Poe was always best read by firelight, after all, or drunk, but she didn't exactly feel like drinking right now. Just a quiet evening, reading The Imp of the Perverse backwards ("Confession! Open! Make to enough, fool, not be I. If , yes, safe am I, safe am I, thus them remodelled. I, petulance, of fit, a! In syllables customary, these aloud half murmuring of act, the in myself arrested. I, streets the along, sauntering whilst day one.") while Pride enjoyed the open air of the area, playing games with himself, the flames, and the level of Adah's concern for him by hopping as close as he could without making himself feel too singed.

[[ open, of course! ]]

Current Mood: chill

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Kaylee was back to her old fight: roasting things over a fire.

She was rapidly learning that s'mores were doomed to be messy -- not that she minded, but it was something to remember.

Today, though she was trying something new, and had an assortment of fresh fruit along with the marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers. She was curious as to whether pears or apples would toast well.

Strawberries, it turned out, did not.

[open campfire is open. keep me company while I flail about packing!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal hadn't been sure what he'd think of the cabins (especially considering his cabinmate and wow, that was going to take some getting used to) but it was a chance to be outside, under the sun with a campfire in front of him.

So, as soon as he was moved and his bag was shoved under his bed, he was outside, legs stretched out in front of him, eyes closed and sun warming him. Shirt on but maybe that would change if it stayed warm.

He'd always wanted to go to summer camp.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: mellow

notthehulk.livejournal.com

Somehow Teddy had found himself in the common room with an over abundance of popcorn. And a finale for some design show he hadn't been watching before, but it had to be better for his brain than anything on the Scifi Channel, right?

Right?

He was still sad he missed Anaconda III last night.

[[Open!]]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn had meant to make it to the beach, she really had. But then there had been rum in the shower spigots and she'd gotten very ~~sticky~~ tipsy. In the interest of not falling down anything, she'd parked herself on the deck in a bathing suit with a book that wouldn't make her concentrate too hard (as long as her eyes could still focus), a towel, some sunscreen, a tupperware container of shower rum and a couple of bottles of so-far-unadulterated coke.

"Forgot the music," she grumbled.

[ooc: So very open, obviously.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Chad was still a little bit confused by the lack of usual clothing and the seemingly abundance of tight pants and flowy shirts and bandanas that seemed to have worked his way into his closet, but he'd been here long enough to not worry about it until it had been at least a few days.

He did discover that he didn't like himself in those flowy shirts, though; he liked loose fits, sure, but those were just way too flowy. And he figured, if he was going to be shirtless, he might as well enjoy the sun a little, so he went down to the deck, and lounged a bit.

Because, you know, he needed a tan.

Well, Prince Oscar Pedro could use one. Lathered up with plenty of high SPF sunscreen, the cat lounged with Chad, enjoying the lingering sun of the day. And, yes, he had a nice bandana, too. He didn't even seem to mind. It wasn't nearly as annoying as the sweater, especially since Chad had wrapped it to give his ears freedom.

[[ yeah, like I could live with myself if I didn't use piratical shirtless Chad icon today. Anyway, open ]]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The deck was completed, and ready to be used.

The workers had cleared out just in time for the food and drink to be set out, and the coloured lights to be strung along the roof.

There was music, and space to dance on the lawn, and a cool breeze to cut through the heat of the day.

[ooc: In honour of Tiny Toons being released on DVD today, there are random containers of mango juice lying about. Also, any drinks may become mango juice. If a character drinks and says 'Ah! Mango juice!' an inflatable palm tree will fall on their head. Open to all ~~once~~ as the OCD is up!

senor-chado.livejournal.com

It was not a rare occasion, by any means, for Chad to be seen with various creatures perched on his broad shoulders, especially in the form of his naked cat. They were just good perching shoulders, really. So he didn't think anything of the parrot that had found its way onto the one that Prince Oscar Pedro didn't already inhabit, although the cat was giving the bird a few dangerous looks behind Chad's head that Chad was completely ignorant of.

Of course, he didn't even notice the level of annoyance that the parrot could reach because one thing about being quiet is that it doesn't give the parrot anything to repeat. The only thing that had really transgressed so far was that they were going to make omelettes. Apparently, the bird really liked omelettes, which Chad thought was a little odd, but whenever he tried to ask them, what they wanted for breakfasts, did they want cereal? Did they want fruit? Did they want omelettes, the bird would just caw, "Want omelettes! Want omelettes!"

And so Chad was in the common room, making omelettes for his cat, his new bird, and himself. And anyone else who might want one.

[[ open, of course, and, as always, omelettes are completely moddable! also, yay having a Chad foodishness icon now XD ]]

[[ and it always said morning. wtf, brain? ]]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was watching TV in the common room. He wasn't particularly pleased to having to be in such a public area to relax but the flatscreen he had ordered for his room still hasn't come in yet. Chuck was sprawled out on the couch, the remote in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. He wasn't about to hang out in something called a common room sober.

[Chuck doesn't want people around but I do. So, open!]

Current Mood: bored

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah headed to the gym after workshops were over to set up for cheerleading practice. She was definitely in a better mood than she was last time and was bouncing around as she made sure things were in place.

She dragged out the practice mats and set up the tables for snacks and the sign in sheet. Once everything was in its place, she turned on the music and began warming up as she waited for the rest of the squad.

Current Mood: bouncy

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Lana had gotten a tad too much sun yesterday so she'd spent most of today in her room. However, now she was feeling the need to get out a little, so she'd made a batch of popcorn and was curled up on the couch hoping to find something interesting to watch. Several of the tiny little monkeys were curled up with her. They were surprisingly good company.

[Open as common rooms are!]

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