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ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for Hamlet to pack up everything in his dorm room. Really, he'd been doing little bits of it all over the last week, throwing his things and the bits that Duo had left behind into a suitcase.

So he'd called a taxi, and had dragged his bags down several flights of stairs after being unable to find the legendary dormitory elevator. It was still nice outside, so he didn't mind waiting all that much.

It still felt sad leaving the place he'd called home for almost two years now.

[OOC: Open. This'll be Hamlet's last post in Fandom before going back home to Denmark for good.]

Current Mood: nostalgic

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

Never leave decorating for a party to the mellow. There were some streamers tossed around and one of those fold-out crinkly hanging ball things dangling from a string that was duct taped to the ceiling. A stack of festive party hats tilted rather precariously on top of Jude's displaced stereo, which was playing something bouncy and probably from before he was born.

Food, however, was an excellent thing to leave to the mellow. Well, to the Jude anyway. A mismatched array of bowls held a mismatched yet delicious array of snacks and there were drinks of all kinds "liberated" from every common room that had anything in the fridge. Sadly, there were no milkshakes. Most of Jude's efforts had been put into the cake. The triple-layer (the base in chocolate, the middle slab in white, and the top in orange) cake decorated in as many clashing colours of icing as Jude could find. There was bright orange trim with purple and blue rosettes wherever he could fit them, and 'happy birthday, Rikku' in shaky cursive across the very top in hot pink. Sprinkles, marzipan, and gum drops were present in abundance. It was a cavity waiting to happen. And Jude was making sure no one touched it until all sixteen candles had been blown out.

Of course, until then, he was just going to sing "Sixteen Candles" to himself. A lot.

[[Rikku's impromptu birthday party is now open! OCD ~~coming~~ up, go and play!]]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was sprinkling something on the floor of the common room.

The stuff had finally arrived in today's mail, along with a letter he refused to think about, and he was testing it before he did the entire room, which was why a corner of the kitchen floor was looking rather whiter than usual. Satisfied it was covered, he grabbed a jug of water and poured it over the powder.

It instantly became ice. "All right!"

Jack shoved all the furniture against the walls, stacking it as necessary, ran downstairs to grab a hose from the front lawn, dragged it upstairs, hooked it to the kitchen sink, coated the floor in powder and then leapt up onto the counter to to spray it with water.

It didn't take long before he was standing in what was effectively an indoor ice rink. Grinning gleefully, he hopped off the counter, scrabbled briefly for balance, then pushed off the wall to slide gracefully across the room. "Don't even need skates."

[ooc: Open like a common room, and here's the thing: the ice will melt directly to a harmless gas, as in the movie Real Genius (but there will be no Madam Curie look alike contest), causing absolutely no damage to the room. The room will be moddably foggy as time progresses and the ice will be completely gone in, say, an hour!]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

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

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had an assignment for the paper that he hadn't done anything with so far. He had to talk to seniors about their post-graduation plans. He had one day to get this together. That meant that it was time for ambushing seniors in the hallway and asking them a few simple questions.

This would be fun, he was sure.

[OOC: If any seniors would like to ping in and help me out, that would be awesome. If not, I may be forced to make stuff up. If you've read my recent newspaper articles, you can see what kind of insanity that would be. Jack Harkness: plans to become a cross-dressing exotic dancer. Phoebe Halliwell: is working on her campaign to set up the position of President of Europe and take that title. Don't make me make things up, I beg of you. Four should be enough for me to write an article. If you'd still like to stop by and answer Peter's questions, though, that would still be awesome.]

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was manning the table today. Juniors and Seniors could stop by to purchase tickets and all students could stop by to nominate for the Prom Court.

[ooc: Please use OCD! See note here about my avail. Nominate Juniors and Seniors for Prom Court here.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty had just came back from over the main land where he had picked up a ton of Thai food and beverages which he had set up buffet style in the kitchen.

As a complete contrast he had "The Contraltos" on the TV as he dug into a plate of spicy Phad Thai with some chicken satay on the side.

"Hopefully Joey Pant's character gets whacked soon," Marty muttered to himself as he bit into some shrimp.

[oh yeah. It's open]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Sphere of Flame, with Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck, was playing in the common room. Parker had appropriated all the pillows, a big bowl of popcorn, and about a liter of Diet Coke to help her in watching it.

[ooc: open]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The lobby had been rearranged to fit in a bunch of podiums and a big board that looked a lot like this.

Hades was at his own podium with note cards. "Welcome to Fandom Peril!, not Jeopardy!, because that would be a violation of copyright and we all know that that's a bad thing, right? Yeeah. Anyway, Fandom Peril!, brought to you by Proud Republican and Tory Students.

Aim of the game is to get as many right answers as you can. The categories are Fandom-related. You pick a category and an amount, listen to the clue, then buzz in and answer in the form of a question.

To get the group spirit going, yeah that's it, group spirit, each podium can have a team of up to four. Cram in there if you have to. Any team member can buzz in and answer. In the form of a question.

And on to our first round. The categories are: Animals John Has Turned Into, Invasions, Detention, Potpourri (about anything and everything), Roadkill (that's about Fandom wildlife) and Colors That End in 'Urple'. Team one, you get to pick the first category."

[OOC: PRATS folks get in there! Everyone who's allowed on campus at the time is welcome to join in. ie: non-PRATS more than welcome! Pick a podium, jump in, if the podium is full jump in anyway. Hades will be pleased if you cheat. Fight over who buzzes in first. It's free for all madness. ~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD up!]

[ETA: Order sucks. Just pick a category and you'll get a question. Chaos reigns! Hades isn't keeping track.]

[ETA 2 - Son of ETA: I'm off to sleep, but in my absence the ever-lovely

kypriothschoice will be taking over the Trebek duties.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

Very careful to do so sexily, Chad let out a sigh, hands limply hanging between his knees as he looked out over the view of the island, lifting his chin a little so the slight breeze could catch the soft trendrils of his hair. He was so confused; he couldn't understand it. How could Teddy do this? How could Teddy just...refuse him...HIM!...like that, like he was nothing, like he wasn't the owner of such a strong jaw and perfect hips, like he didn't have those amazing abs, these phenominal lips? Clearly, he shouldn't worry about it too much. The problem was quite obviously Teddy's.

Oh, and he wasn't wearing any clothes. Who was he to deprive his fellow classmates of the beautiful, classic artwork that was the body of Yasutora Sado? If Teddy was going to be insane and not want to appriciate it, maybe he'd find someone who would.

[[ the self-absorbed, naked Chad is brought to you thanks to a certain temporary witch. post definately open ]]

swerval_zero

It was the weetiny hours of the morning when a group of shadowy figures made their way across campus, pitchforks and torches and cans of spray paint in their hands.. Their hearts were pure, their intentions noble. The tyranny must finally end, and they were the ones to do it. Too long had they toiled without proper recognition (and really, you can only take that for so long before you snap). The lackeys. The also-rans. The sidekicks.

For some bizarre reason, one of them wore a bandanna and spoke in bad pirate, mostly because nobody had the heart to tell Seely that you didn't need to be a pirate to mutiny.

They'd finally snapped under the pressure. At last, today would be the day, the day .... for a mutiny. And possibly some cheery singing!

((I can claim only about five percent of this post. The rest of the credit goes to

ihatedenmark,

time_agent,

the_merriest, and

socksofcool. Rise up against your oppressors, my friends, my comrades, my brothers and sisters! Today is the day of our freedom! Mutiny! MUTINY! MUTINY!))

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"Ricky" led the way out of Room 220 and made his way to the common room. He had a performance tonight, after all, and he had to get set up.

"Where is the band?" he wondered. "Luuuucy?"

[OOC: Peter and Zero received an anniversary present of matching gremlin bites. How sweet. Their humiliation is open to all, of course.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:

Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!

Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: weird

swerval_zero

Zero set up camp at a card table with a hand-lettered sign on the front:

EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE!
Sign this petition to show you want Alec to stay
Get a discount on admission to my new movie!

He does not have hairy toes!

It's not a bribe, it's an incentive.

Oh, yeah, she also had a basket of lollipops for petition-signers.

swerval_zero

Zero lounged on the sofa in black pants and a Flogging Molly shirt, though even without the green in the shirt she would have been safe from evil pinchers thanks to the hue of her hair. The Pogues were blasting from the stereo, and in the kitchen was a feast of corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, and triple chocolate brownies. So that last wasn't Irish. Neither was Zero.

There was also, in lieu of beer, white grape juice with green food coloring in it.

Come! Enjoy!

proudsidekick.livejournal.com

Layla was seriously disappointed by the lack of Pie Day celebrating that was going on. So, early in the afternoon, she made a trip into town for supplies, and came back to the fifth floor common room to bake. A few hours later, there was a line-up of pies on the counter, some from her own baking, and some from J,GOB, along with a sign:

Happy Pie Day!
Please help yourself!

She wondered idly if it had been such a good idea to buy so many cream pies. Only time would tell.

[Open! Feel free to be dirty pie-modders and make up what kind of pies you want there to be.]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Hunching down in the couch and trying to appear inconspicuous in a way that a six-foot-tall woman giant dressed in a leather skirt, man's dress shirt, and no bra or shoes, cannot, Seely flipped through the channels trying to find a movie to watch. He eventually settled on a taping of an amateur production of Twelfth Night.

[Open!]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

the_merriest

Rikku stood at the edge of the preserve. "Okay, are we ready for this?"

She looked around at the others, wondering why she was nervous. It was a lichen. A plant. This was totally doable. Probably.

They had spray bottles of some mixture of holy water and weed killer - Hermione had said it was Fred's idea, and whoever this Fred was, he was a genius. And they had their own wits and strength and luck. Plenty enough to take on an insane plant and save her roommate. This lichenthrope was going down.

She wasn't nervous. Mostly.

[OOC: D'OH! Come in to lichenchat on AIM for planning purposes! My bad!]

Current Mood: predatory

swerval_zero

It was Oscars time, which meant, of course, it was time for a party, thrown together at the last minute because Zero had been in editing a lot recently. She had set out an array of ~~handwavey~~ bite-size tasty appetizers, big bowls of popcorn, and an assortment of sodas, water, and sparkling juices.

Come! Snark at celebrities! Try to guess who's wearing a dress by ~~totally fictional designer~~ Claude Shi!

((OOC: It was totally always in the right place. Really.))

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course).

Kawalsky was in the common room with a couple of pizzas, knowing that it was always wise to bring extra if you were going to eat in a public space.

[OOC: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Cereal! Dinner of champions! Turtle got herself a bowl of chocolate cereal and poured chocolate milk over it and then plopped in front of the television to kill a few braincells. She'd been working on her stocks portfolio all day and was so ready to veg.

[[ open as common rooms are; if I disappear or don't respond, I apologize and blame the call of school work weighing be down before work-work ]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker and Isabel had been ranging the hallways, trying to find a way to communicate; but even mouthing words wasn't very effective.

Throwing herself onto the Third Floor Common Room couch, Parker glared at the ceiling, trying to think of a solution for their dilemma.

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

After seeing all that he could see in the school, Simba scampered on down to the school grounds. He felt more comfortable out in the grass and bushes than trapped inside the tight school buildings. so far, this had seemed like a good day.

If you listened carefully, you also might have been able to hear the faint sounds of musical theatre in the air.

[OOC: Main thread is ~~locked to people have been asked~~ now open. The rest of the post is open to all.]

Current Mood: artistic

sith_happened

Mufasa had enjoyed his time at the brunch--even if the free range caramels had gotten stuck in his teeth--but now it was time for more difficult prey.

He crouched behind a bush, tail swishing, and waited for a gremlin to arrive.

It was part of the Circle of Life, after all.

[OOC: Locked to the gremlin, then free for all...]

Current Mood: calm

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

The wee little turtle had finally made it back to the familiar hallway after a very strange day and sleeping comfortably in her shell in a corner of the stairwell, which was quite a task to manage. She kept a brisk pace down the hall toward her room, or, what was very brisk for her, ambling along in a lazy wee little turtle way.

[[ open! forgive any slowness on my part; blame the turtle ]]

swerval_zero

Despite her usual inclination to sleep as late as possible on Sundays, Zero was up bright and early, roaming the dorms with her camcorder in hand. She'd even wrangled a microphone from somewhere to shove in her ~~victims~~ subjects' faces. After all, this might wear off at any moment and she didn't want to miss any more than she had to.

((So very open, OMG.))

sensitivejim.livejournal.com

Josiah was trying to figure out if he was in Purgatory or had zipped straight to Hell.

This place was enough to test any man's faith, with these women with minds of their own. And those . . . those . . .

Josiah's mind couldn't even process homosexuality enough to put into words.

[[He's Southern and he's a Mormon Bishop. Go to.]]

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

As soon as night fell Dick Grayson took off his normal clothes and put on his superhero outfit. He was no longer Dick Grayson he was now...Robin! Boy Wonder! He was ready to protect the school from any evil that was out there. And he could do it better than stupid Batman.

Robin climbed up a suitable tree and scoped the grounds for any danger.

((If you don't mind being harassed and/or possibly tackled by a guy who wears his underwear outside his pants then feel free to walk by!))

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Leaving a very cranky Wyatt, Tannim came out to the Common Room, put on a pot of coffee and poured a bowl of cereal.

Current Mood: confused

swerval_zero

After realizing she hadn't taken her turn at feeding the voracious hordes recently, Zero made a trip down to Ching Tai and returned with prodigious amounts of Chinese takeout, which she set up in the common room. Then she helped herself to some ginger chicken and lounged around watching "Mighty Capin' Justice Magicians" on the TV. Her good deed for the day was done.

((Open to all, as common rooms usually are. :D))

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam hadn't gone back to her room after leaving Parker's party. She'd taken a very long run around the island, and then swam some laps in the pool in an attempt to exhaust herself into sleep, but it didn't work. She couldn't focus enough to work on her swoop bike or the wormhole equations on her wall, and she didn't have any homework to do.

Which was how she'd ended up in the common room making many pots of coffee and setting out an assortment of pastries from J, GoB (along with a little sign that said No, I didn't make them! and a reference phone number for the bakery in case anyone wanted to call and check). She wasn't exactly feeling social, but that could always change. She started nibbling on a bear claw and flipped through channels on the television.

[ooc: Open to all!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Before going down to meet the new people, Parker decided a real welcome was in order.

That's why she was blowing soap bubbles off the roof, right over the entrance.

The new people should get *some* hint this place wasn't normal before they met the squirrels....

[open to all]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Dr. Wilson had shared a picture with Blair that worked well for today's protest. Lucifer was holding a bundle of Christmas lights and helping a nun decorate a church.

Just in case people didn't recognize Lucifer as being, you know, the Lucifer...Blair had photoshopped horns and a tail on the man. It was pretty convincing work and Blair bounced excitedly as he shouted the message written at the bottom of the sign. "Demons aren't bad!"

[ooc: posted with permission and open for interaction]

bookyeve.livejournal.com

Evie had pizza.

Evie had a big warm sweater and socks and a throw and slippers and a huge Cherry Coke and pizza Jack bought her, after the clinic, and a couch in the lobby.

Evie was pretty happy with life as it stood right then.

[ooc: for

time_agent but open to anyone else who needs some post-fight recovery]

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

swerval_zero

For Friday the thirteenth, Zero had decided to have an impromptu scary movie marathon. She set up an array of snacks, including popcorn, pizza, soda, and candy, and stacked her DVD offerings on the coffee table.

Today's movies include...

Death in a Fence
Death in a Fence 2: The Fencening
Butterflies of Hate
Bastard Fish
Sheep With Cold Ears
and
Dancing in Blood

Zero decided to start with that perennial classic, A Bunch of Losers Arguing Over Who Gets To Be Zero. It was her favorite.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Marty is sitting in the lunge reading the instructions to his ouija board and scoffing. "Yeah right. Like that's supposed to work."

As Marty fiddles with the ouija board set up, the TV is currently showing the musical episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

[open]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat on the couch, idly tossing Vladdie's ball straight up into the air for him to leap up and retrieve.

She also had an eye on the television screen, which was featuring something new every few minutes as Rory's attention span gave out and she changed it.

[Open, yay! Feel free to mod whatever you'd like on the TV, as she's seriously just channel surfing and it's likely to change from thread to thread.]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being ~~a dumbass~~ curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]

Current Mood: confused

nadiathesaint

Nadia was wearing one of those doofy expressions that probably told just about everyone what she'd been up to the night before.

Her laptop was open on the table, along with her adventure story, but she was busy cooking.

Chicken empanadas, egg and bacon burritos, hot sauce entirely optional. And if no one showed up to eat it all?

Well, she'd have lots of leftovers for the week.

[ooc: open and such]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam hadn't had enough room in her own dorm room to read the swoop bike schematics from Anakin properly, so now they were spread out on the common room floor. She was taking notes and adding her own annotations to the plans, in the hopes that she'd know what she was doing when it came time to help Cameron.

There was a radio playing oldies on in the background, and Sam occasionally sang (badly) a lyric or two. Besides, the work helped her keep her mind off where she'd gotten them, and the fact that she wouldn't be able to ask Anakin for help when she got stuck.

Current Mood: geeky

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

The temperature on the second floor was unusually hot. Bridge could, of course, do the sensible thing and just hang out in another floor's common room. But where's the fun in that?

So he's lounging on the couch in the second floor common room. Without a shirt. As you do.

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was bored. He had a deck of cards. He decided that he was going to build a house of cards in the common room.

It wasn't going so well. He couldn't get above the first level of the house without collapsing portions of it. Maybe he could do the cheat with cutting notches. Or using glue...

"I wasn't meant to be in construction, that's obvious," he muttered to himself.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had had a very quiet day after basketball practice, so in an effort to fix that he took a stack of DVDs, a ton of microwave popcorn, and even a tray of cupcakes, and headed out to the common room.

He popped in an Eddie Izzard show and settled back to watch. Hearing about Noah on a speedboat in the Sea of Galilee wasn't exactly giving him a solid foundation in Thirteenth Colony religions, but hey.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was ensconced in front of the tv, plenty of unhealthy snacks within easy reach. On the tv was something with a lot of car chases and explosions. Perfect for mindless viewing.

[ooc: open for interaction]

Current Mood: relaxed

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie has taken over the second floor common room. He is wearing his crown from Dada class proudly and most importantly has control over the remote for the TV.

The show he is watching is Dirty Jobs. Which isn't porn or dirty. Well it's dirty... just not "OMGDIRTY!"

Any one who tries to change the channel is most likely to be smited by the Dada King.

You've been warned.

[OOC: Open. Duh.]

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