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There was going go be a celebratory, end of the semester party tomorrow, in lieu of having classes, and the word needed to be spread around. There were flyers everywhere, of course, and texts would be sent out tomorrow, but today, Graham was going to do it the good old fashioned way, by word of mouth and word of porg intern (he hoped)!

Which was why he could be found out on the deck that day, calling out like a town cryer, hoping to reach the ears of all passersby...and maybe drift up through a few opened windows, as well.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" he announced, boldly and brightly and at regular intervals. "Come one! Come all! The ever-lovely Miss Charlie Gale and the ever-punny Mr. Graham Cra--"

Briefly, this announcement was cut off eith a bug flying right into his mouth,making him cough slightly, then picked right back up again.

"--cordially invite you all to an esteemed end-of-semester pool party! Tomorrow! All day! With ~~blackjack and hookers~~ pizza and drinks in coconuts! Bring your selves, bring your swimsuits, have a swimming good time! You don't want to miss it!"

There. That should do it! He just hoped, if anything, the message was,eventually, hear, and, if not, well, he'd be at this all day!

[[ work related sp to ensue, but open deck is open! ]]

kawaii_complex

While Sakaki seemed to have been safe from cats in the ceiling during her classes, it was a different matter entirely once she returned back to the dorms. Not even Maya could fend them off or protect her from airborne attacks. Half the time she didn't even see them before they descended, and, when she did, she tried to be nice and appreciate their adorableness from a distance, but she really, really should have known better.

Thankfully, if she was outside, there were no ceilings for cats to put the drop on her.

So it was out on the deck that she sat with her first aid kit, diligently tending to all her wounds, which were considerable enough that she almost wondered if she should go to the clinic. But it was also nothing new, either, they were familiar bites and scratches and easily attended to.

And Maya enjoying the outdoors and chasing down butterflies and occasionally coming up to her to nudge her knee and start purring was easily the best balm to sooth all her wounds, anyway.

[[ yes, probably sp, but I had to? Open deck is open, anyway! ]]

guillermothegreat

Guillermo’s ~~handwavey~~ attempt to let Goose!Graham have a go in the bathtub had been a complete and total disaster and so he decided to try again a few days later with a smaller pool of water and set up a kiddie pool like Kurt had suggested.

He had also decided to venture outside on the deck so Graham could be outside and to hopefully make sure that this wasn’t a repeat of the bath tub incident he had made several batches of fresh empanadas to ~~bribe~~ help keep Graham from getting to startled by being outside

“See this isn’t so bad right?” Guillermo said hopefully as he watched Graham splash about in the water and tossed another empanada to him, hopefully Graham didn’t mind that the empanadas were getting slightly wet.

[open!]

outofthequiver

Not having any classes to go to that morning had definitely cemented it into Libby's brain that she really did just make it through her first semester at an actual school, and the whole thing had been such a wild whirlwind of experiences that she'd felt she'd only just blinked since she'd arrived her a few months ago, and now here she was. And with nothing really else to do that morning, she felt a little compelled to do something to sort of celebrate that fact. And, since they always did a little bit of a picnic back home to celebrate any big accomplishments like that, well...that's what she figured she'd do now.

The day was a little overcast, but she was confident it would hold out as she moved everything out to the deck to set up and hopefully catch anyone coming in and out of the dorms (what did most people do at a boarding school in the weeks between classes? Sleep in, maybe, she supposed, but she couldn't even imagine). It definitely wasn't anything too fancy or special, because the Hazletts didn't really do fancy or special. Just some potato salad, some coleslaw and some sandwiches, a few different fruits, a sweet potato pie, and an attempt to recreate Zo's 'Not-So-Famous' lemonade.

Like she said, nothing fancy, but they were foods that always inspired a sense of celebration and togetherness for her and her family, and she just sort of hoped that it wasn't just her and the flies around to enjoy it, but if that ended up being the case, then so be it. There were worse ways to send an afternoon.

kawaii_complex

It had been a very strange morning, and Motoko didn't quite know what was going on, but she figured she had time to figure it out. After her training.

If anything, the training would help. Some meditation. Some forms. And perhaps she would be able to see clearly and ignore the fact that she'd awaken in a strange room with a strange ~~presumably~~ boy and an owl in it and figure it out.

Was it some sort of test of her training? No one had mentioned anything like this before, but the Shinmei-ryu were known to have their secrets.

And so training it was. Meditation. Focusing on her inner self and her outer surroundings and what it all might mean in the greater scheme of things. She found a space on the deck and had out her practice sword, made of bamboo, and got to work, lifting it high above her head and then, sharply, stiffly, precisely, swinging it down parallel to the ground. She lifted it again over her head, repeated the move with a small sound. Lifted it again. Swung it down. Over and over and over.

Anyone looking particularly close might notice that, with each motion, she was actually slicing the small, tiny leaves that were blowing over from a nearby tree, nearly all of them perfectly in half.

[[ open deck is open of course! Sakaki is Motoko Aoyama from Love Hina and giving me some Old Skool nostalgia viiiiibes~ ]]

gospel_of_oblivion

Warping the natural fabric of the Universe with magic was a responsibility and an honor and Illyana wasn't supposed to do it for selfish reasons blah blah blah.

Which is the only reason why she hadn't suddenly made it a gorgeous summer day over the entire island. Responsibility and shit.

She had, however, created an invisible dome over the deck. Any rain or snow blowing around would hit the outside of the shield and just slide away, and inside she'd brought the temperature up to a nice 75F. If you looked up, the illusion she'd laid on the inside of the dome gave you blue skies and a gorgeous summer day.

She could manipulate little pockets of reality. As a treat.

So here she was, sipping a fruit smoothie and reading a book. And every time some annoying bit of lugguage decided to drop out of nowhere, it recieved a bored "Yeet," and Illyana using magical TK to toss it into a portal to Limbo. Except for the big trunk that read 'Issues With Authority.' That one she was using as a footrest.

Illyana was perfectly aware of her emotional baggage, thanks. This was just rude.

[OOC: Totes open!]

unusual_sith

It was a little cold out, but that just meant wearing an extra layer. It was nice and sunny, so Lana was going to sit on the deck and compose her next report back home.

Well, eventually she was going to do that. In between just browsing the holonet on her comm to see what new political gossip there was.

[Open deck!]

howareyanow

There was a lot that could (and would!) be said about this weekend's particular brand of tom fuckery, but there was one thing that Wayne knew fer sure, and that was that ponies, no matter how much they were usually humans or humanoid, didn't belong indoors! Not unless that indoors was a barn, the case of which the dorms were definitely not, so after some well-to-do with the door and a bit of careful awkwardness with the stairs, Wayne finally made it outside, into the open air, and instantly felt better about it.

He s'posed it was a silly thing, to be concerned about, considering he was just as much himself as usual, only in pony form, but it just made him feel a little bit better that if the proper order of what body he was inhabitin' couldn't be in order, at least a simple fact like no ponies indoors could be, and that was that.

Although now he was sort of just squinting out over the landscape wondering just what one did with their newfound pony-ness in general...Mebbe go for a little trot. Go lookin' fer a little hay, or, if he was lucky...some barleh....

[[ open deck is open! ]]

complexfemale

This all felt weird. Maeve was sure she was in for major adjustments and culture shock and it was going to be hard and take some getting used to, and that was before she ended up rooming with a cat girl who didn't think she was a cat girl, which made her at least consider that she herself might be the crazy one.

So yeah. Weird.

She got herself set up enough in her room, slept off some of the jet lag, and then decided to wander around a little and get a better feel for the place. When she found the deck, she took a seat and lit up a cigarette, figuring this was a fine enough spot. She had a book on her if she decided she wanted to stay out here a while. At least out here she didn't have to worry about anything else.

[Open!]

dauntlessdragoon

Freya understood that this headwave was probably difficult for everyone, and she also figured she should have a much higher constitution for stuff like this, but while, yes, everyone was likely sweltering in this opressive heat, she was pretty sure there weren't many of them who were also sweltering underneath a full body of fur. She was also from a city of perpetual rain, and so the sheer dryness of everything right now made her not only miserable in the heat, but also incredibly homesick for the cool grottos, the relaxing patter of raindrops on Burmecia's domed roofs and exquisite archetecture...

She was hoping maybe going out onto the deck might at least favor her with a breeze or something, or at least a little bit of shade to wallow in, as she flopped onto one of the deck chairs and idly waved a makeshift fan to at least keep her fur from matting to her face with the sweat. If this didn't work, she'd probably just try the beach and swimming; it wasn't like she wasn't already damp....

The loss of her coat and hat wasn't too heartbreaking at the moment, but the disappearance of her shorts and T-shirt were. If only her mother could see her now, dressed in strips of bedhseets wrapped and drapped around her in the style of Cleyran dancer...

If only she was in Cleyra. Sure, she'd be isolated behind a violent windstorm, but at least there'd be wind...

[[ open deck is open, with a slight SP for work warning! ]]

howareyanow

Thus far, Wayne had actually managed to be be blissfully ignorant of any shenanigans going on with the island that particular weekend, as evidenced by the fact that he'd even bothered going outside instead of just hiding out in his room all day, organizing his plaids or something, just to avoid as many children as possible. He did not particularly care for kids, not even when he was a kid himself, so it was sheer ignornace that allowed him to leave himself exposed like this on an otherwise unsuspecting morning.

But it was also Easter, which meant he was missing out on the annual Easter egg hunt tradition back home, and his attempt to get into the spirit of it remotely was to go have his coffee and a morning dart outside on the deck, where he had a seat, lit his cigarette, took a few sips of coffee, and then settled in to keep an eye on his phone because Katy had promised to live-tweet the event for him so he didn't feel too left out.

They mentioned that Squirrel Dan's cousin Samuel offered to be Wayne's stand-in for the hunt, but Wayne wasn't going to be on board with that idea. He fucking hated Samuel. He fucking hated Samuel so much.

Samuel, it should be noted, was a seven-year-old.

[[ open deck is open! please torture Wayne with children. mwa ha ha ]]

hashtag_chocobro

After a conversation with Sabine yesterday about art and some of the more...err...destructive natures of her particular style of art, Prompto had an idea, especially since, well, it seemed like he was one of the few grown-ups even left in the dorms this weekend and it was probably a good idea to have something all the little kidlets could do that was somewhat contained and keeping them out of trouble.

Because, you know, babysitting his wee tiny little sister and a wee tiny little Zora (SO wee tiny, wtf, Sidon??) wasn't enough. He was also taking it on himself to plan a little art party, too. Out on the deck, where there was plenty of space and clean-up was a little easier and not likely to make Fosse pretty much hate everything about this weekend (if he didn't already).

So the deck was covered in layers of big pieces of paper, ready to be turned into art, and there were paints and markers and crayons and whatever other art supply Prompto could think of and find (which meant yes, tons of glitter, sorry, Fosse, it couldn't all be avoided!). But there was also a collection of..."bombs"....little things like eggs and grapes and blueberries and water balloons with some paint and food coloring in them that could be thrown onto the deck and explode to give things that little extra Sabine-inspired flair.

And smocks.

So many smocks.

Prompto was making it his personal goal to make sure no kid even got close to touching this stuff until they had a smock on, and he got Sidon on board with it, because he was a good little Zora, and very energetic, so he will chase you down until you obliged, dang it!

[[ ART PARTY! Come make a mess and/or make Prompto flail a little! No OCD, chaos encouraged, please mod your supplies and various art "bombs"! I still have a few hours of work left, though, so I'll be slow to ping back until then! ]]

howareyanow

Friday night, not much to do, so Wayne was going to do what he'd likely be doing if he was back home. Sitting around, smokin' a dart, drinkin' a beer. He figured it was probably a bold strategy, drinking a beer right there out on the dormitory's deck and all, but who was going to say anything? A chaperone?

He thought it might have been a good nice for a good bush party, but, unless he tracked down Nina, if he headed out to get a good fire going, he'd likeleh be the only one out there on account of the fact that he was really bad about telling people about bush parties. No bonfire out here on the deck, but it seemed like it'd be more of a thing for people to join him if he was just right outside the dorms.

Not that there's be anything wrong if no one did, either. Sometimes, it was just kind of nice to sit out as night was falling, havin' a smoke, drinkin' a beer.

[[ it's a good day for decks, why not? i don't get nearly enough time to post Wayne doing what he does best, jus' sittin' and drinkin' an' smokin'. and I'm also just coming out of a big funk and itching to waste all night in game. So it's definitely open! ]]

howareyanow

Even with things around the place going a bit loopy here and there, what with things like dinosaurs and flooding and apparently everyone but him and a small, select few being twenty years older for a weekend, and even with the utter lack of chorin' to be had, Wayne found himself settling into a bit of a rhythm around here, and for that, he was glad. It helped, having things to do, even if those things were just playing with dogs at the shelter or cooking breakfast on Monday mornings or having a smoke out on the deck on lazy Sundays, weather permitting.

The flooded island was a little bit scenic from here, too. And passing a few hours out here, dart at his lips, a mug of coffee in his hand, just sitting and watching ducks float by wasn't so bad, really. 'Bout how he'd spend the day back home, only without the produce stand and the usual motley crew. Good for collecting his thoughts, thinking about the week ahead, on how maybe he'd finally try swinging by that scrapyard, see if there was any work that needed doing.

But this, for now, wasn't so bad, really. Not so bad at all.

[[ open deck is open! a bit of SP likeleh, but, ohgod, save me from work XD ]]

howareyanow

Well, now, this weather put a bit of a damper on Wayne's vague plans of possible having a Burning Bush Party tonight to take care of that glittery shirt, now, wasn't it? Not that he'd been expecting much, considering he didn't have anyone's Facebook (and fuck Facebook, anyway), and the talking cat had suggested he make flyers if he wanted to let people know, but fuck if he was going to make flyers. He was just going to head out into the woods, maybe get a bonfire going at that old camp ground he remembered passing during his quote-unquote-Wilderness class, have a couple beers, a couple smokes, and if that was it, well, then, that didn't seem like a bad night. If anyone else happened by with pert'near the same idea, then that would work, too.

Not good bush party weather, though. Not good weather for anything much but crops, realleh, but if Wayne was going to allow himself to be cooped up inside for much longer, he was going to get a little stir-crazy. Seemed to be space enough out here on the deck where he could stand underneath something and have a dart without getting wet, though, so that was good enough for him.

Not much to do, realleh, but there was fresh air. Beat just stickin' in his room, dicking around on his phone all day. But if it stayed this quiet, he might wind up doing a little bit of that. Pull up the good ol' hockeyfights.com, and there's an afternoon well spent.

[[ open deck is open, of course! *mods plenty of overhangs and dry space or whatever, idk, why not?* ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

The weather that day was actually fairly nice, not really terribly cold at all, and, having pretty much resigned himself to the idea that winter was going to stick around for good, Sidon was going to take advantage of it. He felt like he kept saying that there weren't many more days like this left, only to be then offered another one, and he was certainly not going to complain.

He was also not going to do much while outside on the desk, but that was par for the course. He was mostly just going to enjoy it, enjoy the view, and do some thinking. He did, after all, have an awful lot to think about, but first and foremost in his mind, today at least, was how the semester would be ending soon. There's be a winter break before the next one, and it seemed like an awful long time since he'd planned a trip home with his friends. And he had quite a few new friends (and some old ones that hadn't been on the list last time) that should get a chance to see Hyrule, and get away from the cold weather.

...if it ever really showed up.

...he was perfectly fine if it didn't.

[[open deck is open!]]

midichlorianfail

Given how the swoop had become A Project, Theron figured it was in his interest to go back to basics and reacquaint himself with some mechanical fundamentals. To that effect he'd 'borrowed' a small broken engine from work and was stripping it down to see if he could get it running again.

Of course, he hadn't realised how basic he was going back to until he's started taking it apart, this thing was so primitive.

As he worked, his breathing settled into a familiar, meditative pattern.

[Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

One thing that came easily for a race that lived to be hundreds of years old was patience; no need to rush into things when time stretched so long and languid. Still, Sidon had always been a bit different from other Zora in that respect, considered quite impulsive and restless for his kind. And the last week...a week! Such a small unit of time, barely a blink in the grand scheme of it all, and yet, and yet...had certainly felt like a true test for what his limited patience was capable of. He supposed it was a good thing, too, in the long run, that fate had made it that he and Vette's paths did not cross often during the regular course of these weeks; if they did, he didn't know if he could hold himself back and give her the space and time that he felt she needed. Even the things he did to occupy himself through the week--his classes, his work, his training, getting in as much swimming as he could before the inevitable onset of his dry, oceanless winters here--seemed less like distractions and more like inspirations, filling his head with a million different things that would be incredibly difficult not to just bombard her with the next time he saw her.

He was going to insist on that swimming lesson, at the very least; that much he decided, because it also had the benefit of being practical and necessary and also on a deadline, since they didn't have many good outdoor swimming days left.

Or enjoyable, comfortable outdoor days left in general, for that matter, which was why Sidon was planning to spend as much time outside as he could before the weather became unbearable. Today was nice, though, with a cloudy cover that gave him the hope for rain, so he would be loathed to spend too much time inside.

He wasn't doing much more than just standing there, enjoying the fresh air and trying to sort through all the thoughts he'd been putting aside throughout the week, but that was typically what Zora tended to do with all that time they had, anyway.

[[ open deck is open! with work-related slowness that I'm guaranteed to need distraction from ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

As much as Ariel appreciated the fact that her true love was very eager to get her inside the castle so they could have some time to themselves, she knew there'd be plenty of time for that later, and she didn't want to waste the fact that she could finally use her voice again. She wanted to stay out and about and talk to people, experience the world out of the sea and ask them so many questions, so they worked out a compromise: they'd return to the 'dorms,' as he called them, but they could still stay outside, where hopefully she would meet other people and learn all about them and ask all of her burning questions.

In the meantime, her prince was not nearly as helpful as she would have hoped, as she strung out her endless series of questions between excited, snuggling embraces, adoring little kisses, running her fingers through his soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually, he seemed so embarrassed, but why would he be? He'd broken the curse, clearly they were destined to be together, there was nothing to be embarrassed about! And she did love listening to him, talking about this thing called 'jogging' that he did when she asked about going for long walks, and about food, and animals, and the school, and everything, really.

And so there they were, one large Zora prince thinking he was a very small mermaid princess, clinging adoringly and admiringly to a poor small blonde boy who had clearly resigned himself to his fate and was just praying that the effects of a gremlin bite didn't last too long. Maybe, he hoped, since Sidon was so big, it wouldn't effect him as much? Only time would tell, time which seemed to be stretching out awfully slowly as he tried to laugh it off and play along, and not just die of embarrassment before this was all over.

[[ it's probably a bad idea to post this as soon as I'm about to head into work, but I couldn't not. So totally open, as a deck is wont to be! Vette thread obviously last! ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

The rains continued to fall over Zora's Domain from the newly awaken Vah Ruta; Sidon knew this deep in his heart, as if he could hear the gentle patter of the droplets on the waters of the kingdom. No rain here, it would seem, though he wished there was. It would help him to feel a little bit better if the weather matched his mood a little better. He tried not to so morose, he had hoped his class earlier would distract him well enough, but it was not meant to be. He was having those dreams again, the ones that surfaced every so often, but not so much while he was here except directly after a trip home. Dreams of his sister, but there was...something else there, too, that he couldn't quite place, that was very different from normal, almost a longing, a calling...and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He didn't feel necessarily bad, either, and he almost always felt a sense of doom when those dreams visited him. This time, it was almost a reassurance, like someone was telling him not to be worried, that it would all be okay.

Very strange, indeed.

Going for a swim, it seemed, only seemed to make him remember more, and whatever it was he felt like searching for certainly wasn't there, either. He decided perhaps to settle for a while on the deck, hope a distraction came in the form of other people passing to and fro from the dormitory, and, in case that hope failed, in the pages of an Earth book relevant to his interests to try to work through to pass the time, half-wondering what it could all mean.

[[ oh, lordy, work is testing me today! Open deck is open! ]]

seriesofbaddecisions

Sabine had spent most of her weekend inside a shop, doing nothing but painting. Which was great, but it also meant she was taking advantage of getting outside for a bit before the weather got terrible. She brought out her sketchbook, then found a place to sit and prop her feet up to just do some random sketching. Which maybe turned out to be less random and more inspired by last week's trip and Iris' shop, once she got into it.

Considering how busy she seemed to be lately, this was just a nice, calm way to spend some time.

[Open! So bored! Feels so late in the day!]

not_of_the_nora

The weather had gotten drearier over the past few weeks, and that suited Aloy just fine. Too much sunshine wasn't good for the land - regardless of what the people of this time did to keep the food and drinks flowing freely.

No, a rainy morning was fine. She'd been tinkering on something that might be a step towards plugging herself into the portal system for a while now. She took the device, a mess of wires and two skillfully autopsied phones, and sat down with it on the porch.

Her Focus was on, showing her a multitude of facts about the device she was working on, and helping her block out the world.

Tinker, tinker...

[[ open! ]]

unusual_sith

Lana had settled in, gotten the lay of the land, and gone shopping for clothes. Now she was sitting on the deck attached to the dormitory and meditating, determining her first impressions of the place and people and what it all meant.

To anyone not Force-sensitive, it would probably appear she was kneeling, her head bowed. To anyone Force-sensitive, well, there was a well of feeling around her, hatred and fear strong as she worked on connecting to the local currents.

This might take some time.

[OOC: Open deck!]

in_sidon_we_trust

As usual, Sidon had made arrangement to return to Zora's Domain during the interval between semesters; as much as he loved the island, living on land was so strange and he couldn't help be homesick quite frequently. It would be good to return for a while, and this time by himself so he could simply enjoy being with his people without entertaining his friends, as wonderful as it had been to have them there last time. Besides, his last correspondence with Muzu sounded...a bit troubled. Vah Ruta was...acting strangely, he said, though Sidon wasn't entirely certain what that could mean. Whatever it was, though, perhaps it was best if he could focus on that.

It never took him long to get ready, considering he didn't ever have much to pack, though he did have a small satchel filled with small gifts for his people, nothing special, just toys and trinkets, especially for the little hatchlings. But he still had some time before his portal was ready and he hated being cooped up inside the dorms, especially now that he was feeling anxious and excited. So he was waiting outside on the deck for a little while, contemplating a swim but not wanting to wind up dripping water all over the Portalocity Office floor.

Thankfully, he did have a small puzzle toy that had caught his attention with its bright colors, but those colors, he realized, were quite the lure into a rather complicated and frustrating mess. He'd heard tales of the Ancients making complex puzzles within Shrines for heroes to solve, but if they were even remotely as difficult as this on, why, then, he wondered how Ancient heroes managed to get anything done at all!

[[open! save me from work]]

white_oleander

Astrid was very deliberately, very intentionally not going to her Zoology workshop today. She'd given the matter a lot of thought...too much thought, really...and she'd even spent hours trying to work it out through sketches, dozens of recreations of the fantastic barren landscape presented to them last week. But she still couldn't untangle the knot that Jenkins's words had put in her stomach, especially once she realized she was in a situation where she really couldn't win. Still, she figured, if he was going to act like it was such a bad thing that she only came to class because she was expected to, then she was stubborn enough to just not go. Which was ironic, because she actually did want to go now. Not for the class itself, but just to see what incredible world the Danger Shop would present them with that week. She'd gotten so much inspiration out of that last one that a restless part of her desperately wanted to go and soak up another one, but, no, she'd made up her mind, she wasn't going, maybe she'd go next week, but she hadn't decided and if she did go, it would just be for the artistic inspiration.

So she returned to the dorms after Arts & Crafts, went up to her room to snag a book, and then went down to the deck to have a seat and do some reading instead. But she grabbed one of Tip's recommendations from the pile she'd borrowed from the library instead of one of the titles on her mother's extensive reading list, because, apparently, once she started rebelling, she could clearly not be contained.

The sky looked like it might be threatening rain, but Astrid was willing to hedge her bets. She was too anxious to stay cooped up inside, and she might even decide to go wandering through town again after a few chapters if the restlessness kept up. But she very much, very pointedly, intended to stay right here and read at least for the duration of second period. What was the worst that could happen? They'd kick her out? She mostly hated it here, anyway. She'd probably mostly hate it anywhere they sent her, so it didn't really matter, did it?

[[open deck is open!]]

intotheout

It wasn't really very warm out yet, but Tip was tired of winter and had gotten pretty good at being outside in colder weather this year, so instead of reading quietly in her room, she decided to read quietly out on the deck. It was sunny and she had a nice soft blanket to curl up under, so she figured she was set.

Plus, this way she got to avoid any awkward meetings with tiny people that her fellow students might be having in the dorms. Those were funny to hear about, but kind of awkward when you were right there.

[expecting one, and open for slow play!]

in_sidon_we_trust

The weather was still a little chilly, but it was raining a little, so it would have been rather foolish for Sidon to keep himself in the much drier indoors. He didn't suspect he'd have much company, but he was also quite satisfied to just stand on the edge of the deck, looking out at the preserve and just enjoying the rejuvenating feel of water all over his lately-too-parched skin.

If this was what the end of winter was like around here, then he had to admit, he was a very big fan of it!

[[I wrote this up to appear busy to avoid an annoying customer, hum hum hum. But it's totally open, though there might be some SP due to more training stuff at work]]

somethingwithturquoise

Perhaps Summer had been going about this wrong the whole time. She had taken herself to the park all day yesterday without a single sign of a Giant Head or someone to battle Mortys with, but then she considered the building in which she had woken up yesterday and returned to last night (for lack of anywhere else to go to sleep). Wouldn't it make more sense that the dormitory might house other trainers from other places, rather than the town itself? She felt foolish for not having thought of it until she dragged herself back into that unfamiliar room filled with all the flowers, but today was a new day. A Headless day still, which was making her feel mildly depressed, but she was not about to give up now. One did not reach the high levels of Headism by giving up.

So Summer (and her three Mortys) were out on the deck now, the Mortys lounging on the chairs with the occasional groan or gurgle about how booooooored they were, while Summer tried her best to push their complaint to the back of her mind as she prayed.

"O Great Heavenly Heads, I thank you for this challenge and may you grant me the strength to overcome its difficulty and rise in your glory as you see fit. I shall not claim to understand the great workings of your cranial capacities, but I put my faith in seeing the light soon. O Great Heads, O Skyward Skulls, if this is punishment, understand that my sorrow is deep and my will eager to rectify whatever offense I have caused you that brings me to this Headforsaken place. Perhaps one day you will see me worthy again."

[[and open for all your deck related needs!]]

vrajna_kralis

It was far too nice a day to remain inside, so Hyacinthe snagged a book and headed out to the deck, where he could enjoy sunlight and his novel both. He knew he had things to do--there was a half-written letter to his mother he needed to complete, as well as letters to Delaunay and Phedre to post, but those could wait another few hours while he finished the book he'd borrowed from the library and the skin of wine he'd brought with him.

A lazy day, to be sure, but 'twas break week, was it not? What better time to be lazy then?

...Not that he ever truly needed the excuse.

[Up early because I rarely have time to post at work!]

boneyard_girl

It was warm out, it was only partly-cloudy at times, and best of all, it wasn't fucking raining. For once.

Spring on the East Coast was almost as miserable as winter for Ada, just in a different way.

So Ada had dragged some pillows and a picnic blanket out on to the deck, and was stretched out in a patch of sunshine to try and soak up as much of the warmth as she could with a generic smutty novel for entertainment.

She'd dart back inside if it started raining, but for now, Ada was going to enjoy being outside, and not locked in by walls of stone.

[So open!]

rebelseekspizza

A whole gaggle of kids had descended on Dante over the past day. Outside of not-really-serious gripes about how annoying they were, he was fine with it. More than fine, actually. When Janie had shown up too and started egging him on about the guitar sitting in the room, he'd known exactly what he was supposed to do. For a change.

A quick trip by Groovy Tunes later - he didn't think Starsmore was gonna ding him for this, he'd picked up a more kid-appropriate acoustic guitar and he'd gone through his limited repertoire in search of something kid-friendly. (It was mostly acoustic Green Day covers, a Fleetwood Mac track he'd tried his hands on, and at Janie's insistence, he'd pulled up some Aerosmith and Blondie tabs on his phone.)

It was sunny, Kate was hanging on a chair watching him play with rapt attention, and Janie was doodling at one of the tables, sometimes looking up to listen or call out suggestions. It was all right.

... and nobody was gonna notice if he swung in some Combichrist riffs or a Nine Inch Nails or Ministry bridge in here and there, as long as he didn't sing.

[[ open! ]]

sprinklesgoboom

Pinkie hadn't noticed anything strange going on today. She sang to herself all the time. Even having all the sounds in the bathroom suddenly coordinate with each other in a syncopated beat hadn't been that weird.

So when she went out to hang out on the deck and found a ukulele, she didn't think twice before she picked it up and started strumming.

"I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know,
And I think to myself: what a wonderful world!
Some day I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far
behind me!
Where trouble melts like lemon drops,
High above the chimney tops
That's where
you'll find me!"

She paused mid-strum and licked her lips. "Mmmm. Lemon drops!"

[ooc: because Pinkie is a ray of freaking sunshine. Open!]

intotheout

Fall in the Midatlantic didn't seem to be in any kind of rush to be, you know, fall-like, especially compared to fall in New York over the break. So Tip was out on the deck with her sunglasses on, wearing shorts and a tank top while she contemplated the large pumpkin in front of her. It was still a little early for a jackolantern that would last all the way to Halloween, but she was in the mood to stab a gourd with a knife.

J.Lo kept texting her ideas for clever two person costume themes they could be doing on Halloween if she wasn't so far away, which was apparently what Tip got for being best friends with the space equivalent of a melodramatic grandmother and then daring to go away for school.

She found herself a good "spooky" playlist, which mostly consisted of white ladies claiming to be witches (it had a lot of Fleetwood Mac on it), turned it up loud, and started scribbling ideas on her pumpkin with a dry erase marker. All her attempts at scary faces just ended up looking Very Disappointed in her. This was maybe going to take awhile.

[Open! Anyone else woken up from the breakweek nap?]

hidingthorns.livejournal.com

So, it hadn't actually been a dream, after all. Margaery didn't know whether she was disappointed or not when she opened her eyes this morning and once more wasn't greeted with the vaulted ceiling of her bedroom at home. On the one hand, she had no idea how to get back, or whether she could even contact her family at all. On the other, this place already seemed much more fun than she'd thought school would be. So perhaps staying awhile wouldn't be the worst idea.

She'd lazed abed for a while, and would blame the ache of being on horseback for two days if anyone should have questioned it, before finally rising and making her way out to face the land of the living. After retrieving an apple from her common room - she was immensely grateful to see something she recognized right away - Margaery made her way down to the deck she'd noticed the day prior to work on the first of several letters. She had always worked on her correspondence in the garden at home, and it was far too beautiful a day to develop a hand cramp indoors.

By her count, she had five letters to write to start, and so she'd brought her inkpot with her, as well. But she found, once she had quill in hand, that she had no idea how to start.

"'Dearest Grandmother, did you know you were sending me to another world?'" she tried out loud. "No, that's horrible."

Five variations on that later, and Margaery had a collection of crumpled parchments at her feet and was vaguely wondering if she should just write to Loras about the shirtless boys. That seemed easier to discuss.

[open open open!]

boneyard_girl

It was raining. Glitter. It was raining glitter, and really, anyone who knew Ada at all should not be shocked that she'd dug through the dorm janitorial closets to come up with buckets and place them all out on the deck, letting them fill to the point of bursting with the stuff.

Ada herself was perched on the railing, catching glitter in her hands and laughing as she enjoyed this particular form of precipitation. At least Fandom was giving her fun weird-shit for once.

[OPEN!]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo had spent a lot of time in her room over the past week. It turned out that the little drone she'd bought broken was a simple for a drone, but still a pretty complicated piece of hardware. Which meant that trying to get it back into working order had taken a lot more time than she'd thought. (It had also turned out that there had been a lot of stuff she'd had to look up online as her AT maintenance skills only had so much overlap with drone repair.)

But she'd finally finished! She, well, hoped. Now she had the little controller app installed on her phone and had the thing out on the back deck for the first test flight that didn't involve just making it hover over her desk. The weather was nice enough that it kind of made Ringo want to put the drone away and go out for a ride, but, no, she was going to be disciplined about this.

"Let's see what you can do," she muttered to the little mass of plastic.

Within a few minutes Ringo was flailing and yelling. "No, no! Don't go that way! I said don't! And stop crashing into the ground! I just spent all that time fixing you!"

Turned out that controlling a cheap little drone was pretty tricky.

[ooc: Open, of course. With SP warning for this afternoon as I run some errands.]

intotheout

Tip was feeling restless and cooped up, and she wasn't about to go back up to the roof of the dorms any time soon -- thanks for that, Peridot -- so she headed out onto the deck, instead, bringing her notebook and pencil with her so she could practice drawing comics to send back to J.Lo.

She managed to get half of the outline of the shape of the deck onto paper before she got bored and frustrated and ended up doodling what looked a bit like some sort of flying vampire jellyfish in the corner instead.

Maybe she should just stick to writing.

[Open!]

rebelseekspizza

Dante had a vague and nonspecific image of what Cassandra looked like - but in a school this small, she shouldn't have been so hard to spot. Still, he hadn't managed to run into her at all over the past few days, and it had left him frustrated, antsy and anxious. His two settings had always been 'do something' or 'forget about it'-- but he hadn't managed to do the former and he was having a hard time with the latter.

So after rolling out of bed on Tuesday, he'd gotten dressed, snagged his guns on the way out the door, and parked his ass on the deck.

After an hour of waiting, though, there was still no sign of her. He let out a sigh, slumped further into his seat, and parked his feet up on the divider. Great. Now even his efforts to do something were making him antsy. He should've brought the boombox and tossed on those Dead Kennedys albums Pretentious-Ass Starsmore had passed on. He found a pen in his pocket, fiddled with it. Fiddled with Ebony for a second, too. Looked up at the ceiling, counted the cracks. ... Finally, he tilted his head up and tried to balance the pen on his face.

Screw Hellfire Prison. This was hell.

[[ open! ]]

myfaireggsy.livejournal.com

Eggsy wasn't a smoker. If he had been, he'd at least have a reasonable excuse to be out on the deck.

Instead he was out in the cold to test his new, totally stylish to blind people, three wolf moon jacket. Thanks, Sparkle. Thanks for enabling this shit.

The testing mostly involved looking annoyed and cursing. Very scientific, that shit.

[open!]

rebelseekspizza

There was a Dante sitting on the deck, his feet propped up on a table, leaning back in his seat. He had a motorcycling magazine in hand with half-naked girls on the cover, and if you looked him directly in the face, you could have easily mistaken him for the Dante who usually lived in the dorms.

But this one had long, perfectly white hair, and wore a red vest over a black shirt, and looked slightly older, and also somehow even more like he did not, particularly, give anything one might charitably call 'a shit'.

"Hmph," he said.

Magical island? Ugh. Such a hassle.

[[ open with an SP warning. dante is now his classic anime self. and thus concludes my posting spree. ]]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

Summer seemed to be on its way out. It was overcast and cool which made being outside a lot more comfortable than when it was nearly one hundred degrees and just breathing made you sweat. Jasper preferred this sort of weather above anything else.

He'd gotten a few messages over the past few days from Doug Weathers, hoping against hope for an interview and from some people that were fans of his father's. They just wanted to let him know they were waiting and hoping that he'd soon take up his father's mantle and become the killer that he'd been.

Needless to say, Jasper hadn't answered any of those. He wasn't a huge fan of Melissa Hoover's but he had to credit her with keeping his location fairly secret. Doug Weathers showing up here would have been a headache and Jasper had enough of those.

He'd gone into town to grab a coffee (not pumpkin spice flavored) and was now dropping into a chair on the deck, head back and eyes closed. He felt like he was just floating through life lately with no real aim and that scared him. If he got bored, things could get...messy.

[Open]

spin_kick_snap

It was far too nice a day for linear algebra homework. At least, it was far too nice a day to be doing linear algebra inside, which was why Kathy had moved out to the deck, where she could enjoy the fresh air and hot sunshine directly, rather than through a window while she studied. She'd been hoping that the outdoors would help improve her focus, but even out here she found herself paying more attention to birds and the drunken antics of the squirrels than she was the problem sets she needed to complete before Monday.

Ah well, if nothing else, she could always tell Raven that she was improving on her daydreaming skills? Except she was pretty sure her roommate wouldn't approve if she worded it like that.

Sigh. And people thought linear algebra was confusing.

[Open!]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

Jasper had smashed his cell phone a few days ago. It'd been worth it. After seeing his inbox flush with messages from Doug Weathers, he'd gotten sick of it and just smashed it with the heel of his shoe. No regrets. Melissa and Howie could contact him other ways. He didn't need a phone, didn't care to have a phone. He didn't want anyone to come a knocking.

The quiet was why Jasper was outside on the deck this evening. The sun was just starting to set, making it feel slightly cooler though it was still hot. Jasper was used to it though. Southern summers were famous for two things: heat and humidity. He'd grown up around them and knew them well.

Hot summer nights are my favorite, Jasper. He could hear his father lengthening the word 'favorite', making it several syllables longer than it needed to be. Makes you feel like you've worked really hard. You ever sawed through a --

Jasper cut that thought off, shoved it behind a door in his mind. He'd brought a bottle of water outside with him and was using it to keep cool. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, one arm tucked up behind his head and his eyes were closed.

It was so easy to imagine himself back home, back in his grandma's house, sitting on the porch while she railed incoherently inside. But here, it was just quiet. Jasper sighed.

He hoped his grandmother hadn't burned the house down.

[ Open ]

Current Mood: okay

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

At some point between Sunday night and Monday morning, Jasper had mercifully (for him) changed back into his familiar, guy shaped self. He'd celebrated by getting off the island for awhile. He hadn't gone back home but the mainland had been a good place to hide for awhile. He'd kept his head low and his eyes on the ground so no one would recognize him.

Now, though, he was back and sitting out on the deck, letting the sun beat down on him. It was hot. Lobo's Nod tended to get hotter so it didn't really bother Jasper too much. He slid a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes, kicked his feet up and leaned back.

Life of luxury, boy? Think this is a vacation?

"Shut up." It wasn't often that Jasper talked out loud to Billy Dent but sometimes it just needed to be said. He was trying to relax. He didn't need his father pushing in on those thoughts. Every other part of his soul was Billy's so Jasper just wanted one freaking moment to himself.

One moment of peace.

He breathed slowly, controlled and precise. His head filled up with images, dark and bloody, loud and quiet. Heady. Jasper closed his eyes but didn't try and push those images away. Couldn't. And...didn't want to either.

Hopefully he wouldn't fall asleep with those pictures in his head. He'd wake up with a hell of a sunburn.

[ Open place/post ]

kenselvren

It was a lovely day out, and there were new people to possibly meet, too, so after her morning run and exercises (and a shower), Jalian headed out to the deck. She had a plate with enough fruit to share, a large bottle of water, and a large box of parts in case she wanted to work on another probe later.

Currently she was dressed as skimpily as possible and enjoying the sun as she polished and maintained her knives.

[OOC: Open deck!]

Current Location: The deck

tigerundercover

It was spring. Okay, not the warmest spring day ever, but the trees were coating themselves (and everything else) in green and Raven was nearly done with her classes for the semester, and that was good enough for her to be stretched out on one of the chairs on the deck with a pitcher of Arnold Palmer and a novel, mimicking a nice pair of shorts and a checkered blouse tied off just above her navel.

Why, yes, she did look rather like a pin-up girl. That was pretty much the point.

[ooc: idk, Raven hadn't gotten out in a bit and I still have 8 hours left on my shift. Open deck!]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Celia's mind had been more at ease since going out to touch the stone in the woods, but her distraction hadn't decreased much at all. (And if she thought too hard about the fact that touching a rock had made her feel better -- well, that was a whole other distraction, though she was confident that this was somehow Fandom's influence.) But in an effort to prevent herself from just lying on her bed and daydreaming all day, which was what she still wanted to do, Celia took a novel she had checked out from the library out to the deck.

The breeze and the sunshine helped a little, yes, and Celia did eventually find herself more engrossed in Jules Verne than in thoughts of a woman long dead. At least, she was engrossed for multiple minutes at a time, before her mind wandered to the stone and the mantra from her dreams: If you dream them, they will come.

It probably didn't really mean anything, anyway. Maybe she was finally going crazy. She didn't feel crazy, but then, crazy people usually probably didn't. In any case, she was going to continue to to attempt to focus on the crew of the Nautilus and enjoy the sunshine that she was sure was already giving her new freckles for this summer, and not dwell on questions of whether she was losing her mind. (The stone had made her feel better that she wasn't...but that wasn't a particularly reassuring factor, all things considered.)

[open deck is open, though I'll be a wee bit slow for a patch this afternoon!]

not_every_mage

The truth was, it wasn't the best day to be outside; the sky was gray and looked like rain. But even after most of a year outside the Circle, Anders still sometimes got an itch to be in the fresh air just to prove that he could, that no one was going to stop him from doing whatever hit his fancy.

He took his tea and a nice fat novel with lots of fighting bits in it to the dorm deck and settled in. It wasn't the most exciting start to the day, but he wasn't really looking for excitement.

[OOC: Open like a deck!]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Look, don't ask where Johnny got a bunch of clubs and wraps or whatever. Just know that if you needed a light in the dark, dark fog, well, have a torch. Courtesy of the Human Torch.

After all, there wasn't much else he could do right now to help people out and flashlights existed, but at least this kept him busy.

... Especially when he started juggling his lit torches. FORTUNATELY, he got a text before he burned anything down. "Wait, what the hell?"

[OOC: Johnny's passing out torches if anyone's going to be wandering around the island. Post is open if you want one, or you can just say you have a torch.]

theheadkid.livejournal.com

Travis just couldn't stay inside any longer. Even if it was cold outside, the fact that it wasn't snowing or raining ice or something was enough for him. After the vacation (which had left him with a nice tan), coming back to winter had been hard. But, it had to be almost over. Had to be.

He'd gone out skateboarding earlier, working up a good sweat and making him a lot warmer than a heavy coat and gloves ever would. It'd been good, fun. He'd done that until his legs had burned before trudging back to the school and flopping down on the deck. The chairs were cold but his body warmed them pretty quickly and the sun felt warm on his face.

The cold was almost an afterthought. He propped up his feet on his skateboard and sighed. He found himself missing his movie theatre seats that were currently back home. They'd been old and bulky but he loved them. But, Travis guessed that these chairs weren't so bad. Sure, they lacked the whole being inside thing, they lacked the memories that Travis's theatre seats had and they lacked being at home but they were still pretty cool.

Now, if the school would just install a Space Invaders machine here, he'd be all set.

[Public place, open post]

Current Mood: relaxed

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