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bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Mat didn't have much time left to appreciate all of the modern conveniences of this time and place, so he was taking full advantage by turning on the television (some guy with horribly dyed hair was talking about how everything was "money". It still looked like food to Mat) and making himself some food.

Well, setting popcorn on fire in the microwave. Someone save him from himself, please?

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Like A Prayer (Glee Cast Version) - Glee Cast

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

Current Mood: surprised

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen took Kianah to the common room where the wee one would have a bit more room to run around like the 3 inch tall crazy fennec fox she was. It was amusing to watch her dash around, investigating everything and then periodically throw herself to the ground and rest before jumping up and dashing around again.

The TV was on, but Helen honestly wasn't paying much attention to it and wouldn't care if someone wanted to change it to something else.

solo_sword

Jaina had gotten a bit of a clue-in as to what it was John was actually doing out there, and to say the curiosity was getting the better of her would be a severe understatement. So, naturally, she rented a random season of Wormhole X-treme and got a pizza and sat down to watch.

She still wasn't exactly sure how accurate this was or what exactly it had to do with anything, but there was a lot of "...Nuh uh" coming from the sofa as she watched anyway. And if this was what he was doing... yeah, she was still so jealous.

[Entertain me as I wait for the cable guy. Will be a brief lull in pings when I flee home, but that's why you have each other too!]

Current Mood: jealous

momslilassassin

Ben was tired of staring at the four walls of his room, and had already spent a fairly unhealthy amount of time in the salle and in the gym working out some aggravation, so...common room.

He was flipping channels, looking for something that was exploding. He was currently cruising through the public access channels, so it could be a while.

Current Mood: bored

longislandiceme

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties.

The common room was open and Bobby was perfectly willing to share... the pizzas, that is. Persuading him to share comic books might be a more difficult task.

[ooc: bored. avoiding doing anything resembling something productive, at least until I have to go back to school tomorrow.]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

With the place being a little quieter due to the holiday week, Zayne decided to take his meditation to the common room.

Of course, the remote control happened to be under the couch cushion, so when he sat down the television turned on. After being unable to find the remote anywhere, he gave up and decided to just ignore the television. Unfortunately, the channel was on a Mexican soap opera, and it was just plain compelling. Zayne had no idea what was being said, but that somehow made it even more interesting.

[OOC: CR is open, of course. I am not watching a Mexican soap opera IRL. But according to the internet, I COULD be watching one right now if I wanted to.]

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Last weekend's trip to Taris had shown Zayne that he was still leagues behind his fellow Padawans. He was pretty sure he knew why his lightsaber skills weren't up to snuff. Despite training with different swords and practice swords made up to be similar to lightsabers, it wasn't the real thing.

Fortunately, Zayne had the real thing and a place to practice with the real thing. And that's why he could be found in the salle tonight, using a training remote Master Lucien had given him.

It was going about as well as you would expect. Zayne was discovering just how much it stung to get hit by the remote's blasters.

[OOC: Salle is open, of course.]

bloody-luck.livejournal.com

Frankly speaking, a Mat Cauthon with too much time on his hands was a kind of terrifying thing.

Witness example number one: Mat, in a common room, juggling an apple, two spoons, and a carving knife.

At least he wasn't blindfolded?

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: This Woman's Work - Kate Bush

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was curled up on the couch in the fifth-floor common room, channel-surfing and looking for something interesting to watch.

She had flipped past Golden Oldies twice before actually leaving the channel on long enough to realize the women were all bitching each other out, having blunt discussions of their sex lives, and then eating cheesecake.

Wow. If she lived long enough to be a cranky retiree, she totally wanted that life.

(OPEN CR IS OPEN!)

Current Mood: amused

solo_sword

So yesterday had been interesting for Jaina, between her brother being in town, and meeting another Luke from a time when Jaina wasn't really around, and hanging out with her alternate universe step-grandmother who she was going to pass in age soon and her three-month-old aunt, and kind of sort of flirting with another version of her boyfriend (was that wrong? She honestly had no idea), and then she'd listened to the radio and oh hey, more surprises there!

Jaina had a couple hours till she was supposed to meet Jacen and find out what fresh trauma had occurred, so she'd decided to start out with breakfast. Unfortunately her attempt at an omelet had turned into scrambled eggs that had still been runny and gross somehow, and adding things to it hadn't helped. She'd blame her culinary failure on stress, but the truth was that she just was a really bad cook.

As she surveyed the mess, she decided that know what, she was just going to have cereal and this would get cleaned up later.

[Open like an open thing!]

Current Mood: hungry

solo_sword

After a lot of work (some involving a showerhead, don't ask, and no not dirty) throughout the day, Jaina had decided she had to get out of her room for a while. So she'd just gone to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and started reading a report on her datapad with the TV on for noise.

Somehow she hadn't figured out that doing this was bound to distract her, and this was why she was staring at an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", looking seriously confused, datapad forgotten, and occasionally saying things aloud like "There is something wrong with you," and "What do you mean this is a series??"

[Open like an open thing. ...I may have been dying to make this a CR post for a few weeks now. Because omgwtf SHOW.]

Current Mood: wtff

solo_sword

There had been a couple talks lately that had made Jaina think that getting back into the garage was a good idea. She hadn't done much at all since she'd finished the hoverboard... nearly two years ago, which she didn't really like. It wasn't really something she'd meant to give up, especially if she couldn't work on the ships back home while she was here.

So she was in the garage, in grease-stained coveralls that were actually looser than they had been when she first got to Fandom, doing some routine maintenance on the swoop bike between calls she had to make for work. She was trying to multitask.

That would be a lot easier if she could find her hydrospanner. It was probably a good thing she hadn't seen the little blue things take off with it, lest she think they were oxygen-deprived gremlins or something.

[Can be open if anyone actually comes down here anymore!]

Current Mood: confused

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had ~~handwavily~~ found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink ~~Moddable of course~~ was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]

solo_sword

The plan had been to curl up in the common room with a datapad so she could catch up on reports. She'd put the TV on for noise, just because she wasn't in the mood for silence today. This had changed said plan.

Currently she was sitting on the sofa, looking at the datapad during commercials, because she'd found ~~the meta for~~ Dirty Dancing, and after the John/Gavin gremlin bite that would live in infamy, she couldn't not watch.

[Once I saw it was on, I had to. Also I am bored enough that I might send my other student to my own CR. Fix this.]

Current Mood: amused

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Bored and hungry, Mirax had wandered out to the common room, where a short search of the kitchen led to finding a recipe, which in turn led to a trip into town to get supplies because once you saw something like that, you had to make it. You just had to.

It was almost done by now, so Mirax kept going to the fridge to check on it, like that would make it be done faster. There was TV on in the background for noise, but she had her priorities here and the TV wasn't it.

[So open! And now I want to make this.]

Current Mood: hungry

joan-notjane.livejournal.com

Joan and Kate had worked all afternoon to transform the common room into a tropical paradise.

Inside the door, a small table held flower leis for all of the party-goers. There were garlands hanging around the room, tabletop torches on most of the flat surfaces, and paper lanterns adding festive mood lighting.

Hawaiian music played in the background if anyone felt the urge to hula.

[~~please wait for~~ OCD up! Have fun!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After discerning that the men of Fandom were getting in touch with their feminine sides today, through her interaction with Worf this morning and a quick -- overwhelming, but thankfully quick -- mental scan of the dorms, Sookie made her way out to the common room with a mission in mind.

First, she had obtained copies of a few movies -- The Journal was where she was starting, but she figured that a little social experiment about whether chick flicks would appeal to the boys in their new bodies was worth attempting. She'd brought out tissues, too, considering that she knew she'd need them, if no one else. She'd heard about this movie.

Secondly, she had a bag of little individually-wrapped chocolates. Again, social experiment. She was just curious. And completely willing to share.

[open like a common room. The Journal = The Notebook, which

missed_the_gate HATES, somehow! I think she has no soul.]

iknowstuff.livejournal.com

To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.

guardianborn.livejournal.com

The sun had set, and darkness was falling, but Rose didn't want to go up to her room. She also couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was going to come out of the trees, and that it wasn't safe to stay outside without a weapon or a patrol.

Which was the reason that Rose sat down in one of the chairs, trying not to think about anything other than fun way she'd spent the afternoon and playing with her phone until it was late enough to text Lissa. She wasn't going to let some stupid ~~fear~~ worry about a world that wasn't hers drive her inside before she was good and ready to go, dammit.

[Not having a roof on the deck, it seems to be open!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Tonight, Sookie didn't even have to think about what she might be toasting over the campfire.

It was raining down on her.

So, being reluctant to stay inside even during a...storm of Pop Tarts, Sookie set herself up outside with a bucket in front of her, and an umbrella.

She was outdoorsy, not stupid.

When Pop Tarts landed in the bucket (or, in a few cases, in her lap), she speared them on a stick and toasted them over the fire. It was either sad or very beneficial, how a good number of the pastries were landing in the fire itself. It kept the fire going, anyway, even if it was a waste of toasted breakfast foods.

[open like a campfire! watch your head!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

While he was getting pretty damn tired of the whole cabin thing, Chuck would have been stupid not to take advantage of an already lit fire and the new bag of marshmallows he found in the kitchen. He wasn't quite sure who kept buying the marshmallows but Zefron bless them.

Joint in his left hand, Chuck tried his hand at trying to flick marshmallows in the air with his right and catching them in his mouth. Turns out he had a talent for it.

[Mmm my hangover is finally subsiding. Ooooopen, of course]

Current Mood: calm

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie had decided to take advantage of the warm weather while they still had it, and had procured some marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, as well as some hot dogs and other assorted things that could be roasted over a fire.

She didn't have a whole lot of campfire-y experience, in general, but these were staples of her childhood and seemed like a good idea. Who didn't like chocolate, anyway?

...probably people who were allergic. And vampires, since they didn't eat people food. But still! Most people liked chocolate, anyways!

So Sookie perched herself beside the campfire with plenty of food for others should anyone choose to join her in roasting things over said fire. Her marshmallow was starting to look all nice and lightly tanned.

[open like a campfire is!]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Now that she had a ~~unknowing and creepy crush on her son~~ teacher to help with her powers, Jean was having a bit of a thoughtful evening. She should call ~~Scott~~ the Institute and see how everyone was doing. And... not mention Bobby. At all.

Or the fact that his roommate was a cat. Even though Chuck assured her it was completely normal here.

Yeah, the phone call was on hold as she poked at the fire and tried to think of what to say to them without sounding crazy.

[[Open like a campfire!]]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Well, Zayne said that he was going to make up for the junk food yesterday with some lightsaber training today. Zayne hated to break promises, especially ones he made to himself, so here he was. In addition to going over the basics - which he still wasn't very good with - he was throwing in some of the more acrobatic moves Master Lucien had showed him before.

An important thing to note there. Master Lucien only showed Zayne those moves. He hadn't actually taught Zayne the proper steps to do them because Zayne had yet to master the basics. And that's why Zayne found himself tripping and stumbling every now and then as he tried to remember what exactly Lucien did.

The important thing is that he didn't accidentally chop anything off of himself with the lightsaber while he was doing this.

[OOC: Open for spectators, co-trainers, and/or sparrers. I choose to believe that 'sparrers' is a word.]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

At the picnic yesterday, Rose had discovered a major, major flaw in Zayne's planning skills.

Namely he didn't know the problems that would obviously occur if you went through SHARK INFESTED WATERS in a little boat.

Obviously there needed to be a showing of Teeth ~~Jaws~~ to correct this issue.

And that was what Rose was here to do. She'd found a copy of the movie and was making popcorn (the old-fashioned way cause the microwave was evil). Sure, she'd been promised snacks, but someone who had never watched Teeth might not know about the importance of popcorn.

[This was NEVER in the wrong place! *whistles*]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

Rose had a box of donut holes and some coffee on the table in front of her. Some of the donuts smelled like maple syrup, but they tasted good which was all that really mattered.

The TV was already on when she came into the Common Room, and Rose didn't change the channel from The Mountie Show quite yet. The Mountie was cute, after all, and if he would just wise up and kiss his partner, maybe he'd relax a little. But if he didn't, at least he looked really good in that red uniform.

She lounged comfortably on the couch, typing an email with half her attention and watching the Mounties with the other half. Weeks without classes were seriously nice.

[HAPPY CANADA DAY! I want Timmy Ho's.]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Zayne frequently worked on his Force skills. He less frequently worked on his lightsaber skills. And he almost never worked on defense against blasters. But Tahiri ~~handwavily~~ was letting him borrow her remote, so he was looking to rectify that tonight.

Zayne set up in the salle, ignited his lightsaber, and turned the remote on. Zayne realized very quickly that he wasn't half bad at deflecting blasts (albeit completely wildly). Unfortunately, this meant that he was only slightly better than half good at deflecting blasts, so there was a lot of mild cursing about how much it stung with he got hit.

[OOC: Open as a place filled with swords tends to be. Spectate, heckle, practice, whatever!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to stop until the all clear was given.

Thus, all the students had to carry their tired selves from their snuggly significant others or their snuggly beds to go wait IN THE RAIN on the dorm lawn. The fire department was making sure all the students were a safe distance away from the school so there were no awnings to hide under. All the students would be stuck out in the steady rain.

The fire department headed into the building but this could take awhile. Enjoy your fire drill, kids!

[IT'S FIRE DRILL TIEMS! Just remember it's raining but it's warm. Have fun! See here for fire drill details! And take a look here for our previous fire drill!]

Current Mood: awake

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had tried to report for detention today, but no one else had shown up. Which seemed to be on par with the way the rest of her week had been.

Solitary, um... activities in her room hadn't helped much, so she'd headed to the common room, sprawled out on the couch in something a little more exposed than she might ordinarily wear, ordered more pizza than she could ever eat when she couldn't decide on what she wanted, and was flipping through channels on the TV.

Funny how everything made her think of sex.

[Open with pizza!]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Zayne had learned an important lesson: don't sleep in public here. He learned another lesson, too: sometimes ink doesn't want to come off of skin.

But right now he was able to get some time away from common rooms and roommates who wear very little clothing, and that made things... well, more peaceful if nothing else. He only had a few sets of robes and he couldn't wear them indefinitely without washing them (even if he did come from a galaxy where it seemed like people often only wore one outfit for years). So he was doing laundry. And the weird sounds the washer was making were more than enough to help distract him from thoughts that weren't proper for a potential Jedi and the fact that he had things drawn on his face. Instead, he could just focus on whether or not the machine was supposed to be making these noises. He was pretty sure it wasn't.

"This thing better not explode," Zayne said to himself. "That would ruin the peace."

[OOC: As open as a laundry room!]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Zayne was stranding himself out of his dorm room. Force only knew what - if anything - Claudia would wear to sleep tonight and that would just be awkward. Way too awkward to get any sleep.

So he eventually made his way to the common room and laid down on the couch. He could get some sleep here. And he was a light enough sleeper. He'd hear if anyone was coming and then he could pretend that he was watching TV and not just avoiding his cute roommate. Not his cute roommate. Just his roommate. Ahem.

Zayne pulled his outer robe off and balled it up to use as a pillow, and then he let himself drift off to sleep in the common room. What could go wrong?

[OOC: Zayne's asleep, but the common room is open! And he's a heavier sleeper than he thinks he is. So, if you're inclined to walk in and draw on his face or something, please, feel free. Just don't break any laws.]

solo_sword

Jaina still didn't want to be in the cabins. She'd gotten too used to privacy, too used to being able to spend time alone with her boyfriend, too used to having the time to get work done on her own schedule.

But she wandered out to the campfire when she had some free time anyway, figuring that at least radio would say she tried. ~~Because she had no idea yet that she was doing it.~~ When she saw no one out there, she considered for a moment going back inside, but she wasn't really capable of half-assing it that much, and tried to get the fire started anyway.

See? Totally trying.

[Open campfire is open!]

Current Mood: okay

solo_sword

Knowing she was going to be taking another trip home, Jaina had spent most of her day ~~handwavily~~ prepping: flight sim, lightsaber drills (she remembered last time, thanks), and then was trying to catch up on reports in her room till her comlink finally began driving her crazy.

Knowing she was more or less going to be able to answer all those calls personally anyway, she took her datapad out to the common room to work, and after a couple minutes of silence turned on the TV for background noise.

So it was her own fault that she kept looking up surreptitiously from her work to see what was going on in the Space Battles movies. What? It was interesting.

[It's Star Wars Day, I had to. I also felt the need to mod cable. Open CR is open!]

Current Mood: mellow

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Buffy had survived her last finals as a senior.

More importantly, she'd gone a whole year without getting kicked out of school.

This would be why she was making brownies (the regular kind, thank you) in the common room kitchen, with the TV on for background noise. This was something to be celebrated.

[Open, entertain me plz.]

cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com

Zayne had spent a lot of time since he got to Fandom working on his Force abilities. This was, unfortunately, to the detriment of his lightsaber skills.

Not that he had much in the way of lightsaber skills to begin with. That's why he was here right now practicing his lightsaber katas. Maybe if he showed enough improvement with the saber before next month's check-in on Taris, Master Lucien might show a little bit of pride in his Padawan. Or, more likely, maybe Zayne could learn to fly.

[OOC: WTF, LJ? Don't post an empty post when I actually wrote stuff. Bastards.

Anyway, post is open!]

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

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie, so far, had had very good luck with not sharing her various secrets with the world.

Clearly that had to change.

Since she wasn't particularly concerned about the honesty issues, she was curled up on the couch in the common room, watching TV and writing a letter home. She wasn't paying much attention to either, but it seemed a pleasant enough way to spend an evening.

Ha. Oh, dramatic irony.

[OPEN LIKE A CR. I LOVE TODAY.]

solo_sword

Jaina completely recognized that she shouldn't be in as okay a mood as she was. She was still wondering about it herself. In fact, she was having a hard time coming up with a reason to need to beat the hell out of something.

But she was down here because being named Sword of the Jedi probably meant she should get her ass back in here, doing more than spending all her time on the comm doing administrative work and planning campaigns. So she was working at the punching bag, more methodically than anything, getting back into the groove of hitting things after being away from it for longer than she wanted to admit.

What, she'd been busy.

[Been a while since I've played all three students at once, let's try it. Open!]

Current Mood: hitting things!

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Given that it was far too cold for her to venture outside tonight, Sookie had curled up on the couch and turned on the television.

Unfortunately for anyone who might have wanted to watch anything else, she discovered a VH1 marathon of I Love the New Millenium.

Sure, she was still off a year, but she'd be spending the evening catching up on what she'd missed since 1999. At some point she grabbed herself some ice cream. Just because it was cold outside didn't mean anything. So there.

[we have like 6-8 inches of snow so I got sent home eeeeeearly! entertain meeeee]

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