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whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

Gremlins didn’t typically suffer from insomnia but, today, insomnia was what one gremlin in particular was experiencing. It was a bit boring, being up early enough that most everyone else was snug in their beds, making it hard to find anyone to bite. It was such a downer and the gremlin found himself wandering the halls aimlessly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a piece of paper sticking out from underneath one of the dorm doors. Curious, the gremlin wandered over and reached for it, picking it up and looking at the piece of paper. The pictures were so big and detailed and the gremlin chittered excitedly.

Piece of paper in hand, the gremlin hurried to the first open (and vacant) dorm room and grabbed at the phone. Now, what? The gremlin looked at the piece of paper and understood...nothing. So, he just started mashing on the buttons. He kept mashing and that, combined with some of the venom that flew out of his mouth and onto the keypad when he started slobbering enthuiastically (he was using a phone!) caused the keypard to spark dangerously.

The gremlin stepped back and stared. The keypard sparked again and eventually the phone started to smoke. The gremlin had pushed so many numbers that the phone kept dialing until it could take no more and sparked enough to nearly start the sprinklers. The jolt of electricity shot through the phone line and spread throughout Fandom’s phone system, causing glitches, surges and tailspins everywhere.

The gremlin skittered away hurriedly. Fandom’s phone system had now gone haywire. Have fun everyone!

[NFB, NFI but OOC is fine! This is the IC start of Crazy Phone Day! This is NFB and takes place SUPER early Friday morning so feel free to start making phone calls tomorrow! Have fun!]

Current Mood: artistic

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

It was all quiet in the corridor and River could hear herself breathing. The dreams were still vivid in her mind, but they weren't noisy. They were deathly quiet. She was shaking uncontrollably, but finally managed a knock on Blair's door.

He had told her she could come. "Blair?"

[ooc: For

lovechildblair]

Current Mood: scared

slr-mercury.livejournal.com

The office seemed to be stocked with people with odd skin conditions, but after checking in, the short green man had handed her a key and a room number, 408. Carrying her things to the fourth floor Ami unlocked the door and peered around curiously. There were two beds, so presumably she had a roommate. No one was there yet though, so Ami put her suitcase down, picked a closet and started unpacking. She rather hoped her roommate was someone nice and perhaps quiet.

Laptop went on the desk, as did a photo of her mother and a separate one of her father.

[for the meeting of the roomie, but open to anyone who wants to wander in]

Current Mood: apprehencive

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

River had handwavily found a present for Blair that she hadn't been able to resist buying. Giving presents made her nervous though, so she left it hanging in a plastic bag on the door handle to his room, nicely wrapped in tin foil and with a card attatched. There was a drawing of Berthold on the card.

Current Mood: happy

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker headed for Isabel's room first, since she knew she was home. First Aid kit over her shoulder, knife in her boot, and yeah, the keys to the gun range lock-up in hand.

Time to go rescue Jack. Isabel, then Sam, then Cedric, right after.

Wow, this was not going to be fun to explain.

[ooc: for

carter_i_am,

izzyalienqueen and

chasingsnitches. That Parker was knocking on doors is okay; contents of conversations NFB.]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Sakurazaki is feeling limber, cheerful, and a little bit nervous, but she still nearly waltzes over to room 421 to attach a note written in Japanese to the door.

//Ranma-san!

Come meet me in the gym tonight if you get a chance.

--Setsuna--//

After battling a compulsion to just rip the note right back down, she nearly runs for the stairs, rushing for her mentioned destination.

[[OOC: open only to those who can react to said note; she's not there, obviously]]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

An invitation was slipped under the doors of

can_be_more,

emo_padawan,

chasingangela,

actingltcrumpet, and

peter__parker at some point Saturday evening.

( Cut for image )

Text reads:
Aeryn, Anakin, Angela, Archie,
Isabel & Peter

You're invited to be the
Guest of Honor at one giant party!

Monday, 7:30
Second Floor Common Room

Current Mood: cheerful

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

After detention let out at 4, ~~Empress Moonchild~~ CJ headed back to her room. She reeeaaaalllllly hoped that the kids wouldn't come looking for her. That book did weird things to people...it always had.

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

There was a person sneaking down the halls.

Sneakily.

Like a ninja.

If ninjas were from Connecticut.

And prone to snickering.

The person stopped in front of CJ's office, messed briefly with the door knob (a few years in politics and you pick up some tricks, best not to ask), and let himself in.

A few minutes and a superglued phone later, the not-ninja closed the door behind himself and snuck back down the hall.

Sneakily.

And snickering.

Current Mood: sneakylikewoah

marsheadtilt.livejournal.com

After spending some time poking around the alley behind Luke's, Veronica found herself standing outside of Dr. Grissom's apartment. She hoped that she could obtain his assistance without having to give away too many of her secrets.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on his door.

Inside, Grissom looked up from his laptop, slightly surprised by the knock on his door. He saved the document he was working on and stood up quickly, walking over to the door and opening it just a crack, before seeing Veronica and opening it fully.

"Ms. Mars. Hello," he greeted her with a hint of concern.

"Hi, Dr. Grissom. Sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but, well, I kind of need a favor," she said, not quite meeting his eyes.

Grissom noted both the formality of her tone and her lack of eye contact. He gestured inside the apartment with his free hand.

"Would you like to come in?"

( What happened in room 146?? )

[ooc: the fact that Veronica stopped by Grissom's room is fine for broadcast. Content of their convo? Not so much. Pre-played via email with

drgrissom. IC interaction not possible, OOC comments okay.]

nadiathesaint

The lemurs had danced themselves out. It was only fair to return the guitar they'd nabbed.

They propped it up exactly where they had found it, outside the door of one of the human's rooms, then scurried off into the shadows.

Being lemurs, they didn't know there'd been a note to go with it. So they couldn't have replaced that.

[ooc: lemurs modded to fix a lovely little plot hole.]

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

There's soft, new agey music and everything is pushed out of the way. It's yoga time. Door's open...

Yoga. It's not just for Blair and CJ anymore.

nadiathesaint

( Outside Veronica's room )

( Outside Pip's room )

( Outside Walter's room )

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Sometime during the day, a package is left outside of room 417. Inside are a few items which will hopefully help Jaye sleep.

( There's a small note on top of it which really no one else should read )

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

Five AM like clockwork, she blinked and began to stretch as she realized she wasn't in her bed. Wasn't in bed at all.

She looked at the tv and the early morning news show with the freakishly perky newscaster, then turned her head to see Kurt with his head resting on the back of the couch.

She carefully got up and slipped her shoes on before kissing him softly and saying her goodbyes, then she made the short trek from 136 to 128, trying to smooth her hair down with one hand as she slipped into her own room.

The door was open and she was doing yoga...sort of. When she wasn't spacing off with a silly grin on her face, she was doing yoga.

anole-x.livejournal.com

...Presents were left in front of certain people's doors.

Pip’s room

Pippi’s room

Al’s room

Anders' and Cally's room

And with each was a small note:

This is just to say thanks for being there for me when I needed you most. I hope you like them.

-Victor

[ooc: Hopefully these links work now. *kicks LJ*]

Current Mood: accomplished

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter had broken into Bridge's room through the window and opened the door from the inside. He was glad that Bridge warned him about the lock. He was disappointed that this meant the window would probably get a special lock to keep pranksters out as well, though.

Oh well. It was time for revenge. This would show people not to make his room pink.

He just had to wait for John.

[OOC: Mostly for

whitedeathpod, but if people happen to be in the hallway, spectators are welcome to watch the good-humored pranking. Rooms modded with permission.]

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John's in his dorm room, near the lobby, door opened, music cranked.

The Stones roar out of his room.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana made it through classes then went back to her room, trying not to look at the now-empty room across the hall. She'd talked to so many people about Shep leaving... Janet, Isabel, Anders and Victor, Phoebe, Jarod yesterday at the bookstore, Kiki today...

Sometimes it seemed like it got easier to talk about, but the pain just didn't seem to get any duller. She still couldn't eat, barely slept... She fought hard not to just hide away in her room, refusing to curl up under her covers and wish the world would go away, but God... There was nothing she'd rather do.

[OOC: Feel free to come check on her, harass her to eat, be a shoulder, whatever. She'll be grateful in the long run.]

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

CJ wakes up at 5am and opens her door. Yoga mat on the floor, she began to stretch and waited for Blair, since he'd said he wanted to join in.

[[ooc: for Blair, and door's open so ok for broadcast]]

prof-cregg.livejournal.com

She got back safely, sober and sunburned. When she left she had a small carry-on, and had to buy a large suitcase in Cabo just to get the gifts home.

It was a fantastic vacation.

Sitting in her room, she unpacked and sang Cancion del Mariachi.

She has a LOT of presents...

[[ooc: I passed the first two! Come say hey and see what you get!]]

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John lay in his bed after class, in the early evening, hating his sinuses.

Left side. Nothing.
Right side.
Back.
Front.
Fetal position right side. Slight movement.

Sighing, he decided to take a hot shower to combat the lack of humidity. He rubbed his nose, and decided to use the ol' swimmer's trick of blowing his nose while pinching the nostrils shut.

His ears popped, but still felt funny.

Giving it up for naught, he walked into the bathroom.

And screamed.

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana went back to her room after US. History and waited for Phoebe. Married? To Crowley? Something just wasn't right here.

[OOC: Lana's waiting for Phoebe, but anyone who wants to stop by after that is welcome to just start a new thread. Will have to be slowplayed till later tonight.]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana's in her room, half-doing homework, half-listening for any signs of life across the hall. Her door's open so she can hear Han if he wakes up and needs anything. And if anyone else happened to wander by and decide to stop in, that would be an added bonus.

maias-notebook.livejournal.com

On her way back to her dorm room Maia remembered to slip the note under Chiana's door.

A short note and the extra key to her room was inside.

alchemic-bean.livejournal.com

Edward knocks on Sakura's door, a pizza box with a six-pack of soda balanced on top in his other hand.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is standing on his head in the middle of the room, deep in thought.

For once, he doesn't have a current project on the go.

[ooc: open for picking up or dropping off stuff]

section9-togusa.livejournal.com

Togusa finally opened his eyes for the first time since over the weekend. Hell, he had slept the entire time away while running some system checks on himself, plus a few annoying cyber-dreams where his tachikoma was also checked for bugs. Clean and clear, but it left him irritable. Why on earth had he signed up to send all info to Section Nine every few weeks?

Ah well. Class. Then maybe he would write a letter home to Batou and see how folks were doing there. Catch up on what happened over the weekend. He assumed that Walter had gotten Pup back while he was out for the count. He took a shower, grumbled when he felt a spark in his hearing augmentation, and figured that it might just be noise on the net. Tossing on some clothes (Including the white hooded shirt that served double as his camoflauge, he stalked out, still rubbing the back of his head.

[OOC: Togusa's mun had a very busy weekend. Just to clear up why anyone thought he looked like a corpse on the bed.]

section9-togusa.livejournal.com

Togusa opened his eyes and glanced down. There was a chicken sitting on his bed, glaring at him. He looked around for his roommate, not seeing him around. Getting up, he plucked up the chicken and grinned down at it.

"Ready for a flying lesson?" He opened the window and punted the chicken out of the window.

"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Togusa was not getting tired of this game. He pulled on some clothes and decided that he needed some food. After speech class, of course. Maybe he would drop by and find out if Walter still had that darned puppy.

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana's in her room with the door open. She's finding places for the last bits of her stuff and trying to make the room as homey as possible. She's in a great mood and just might be humming or singing to herself as she puts stuff away.

She certainly wouldn't mind being interrupted if anyone happens to be passing by.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Two of these, addressed to Pippi Longstocking, "from your not-so-secret sibling"

fates_jaye

Slipped under the door is very simply a note, reading

NUH UH!!!!!

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is sitting at the desk, waiting for Anders and Cally and sorting a number of wires, bolts, and other assorted parts into seemingly random piles.

The door is open, in case anyone had anything they needed to drop off today.

[ooc: for the purposes of keeping my head from exploding, we'll assume that people coming to drop stuff off all do so at different times during the afternoon.]

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Kiki knocks on the door of room ( 101, looking for John. )

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

DEATH is sitting in his room for once, at a desk no less, with a very authentic looking quill and parchment in front of him. Periodically he dips the quill into the nearby ink pot and scribbles a few lines on the paper, only to then cross them out. If he had any musculature to speak of, it is possible his brow would be knit into consternation.

DO YOU THINK, BINKY, THAT A BERET WOULD HELP THE FLOW OF CREATIVITY. IT SEEMS MANY CREATIVE TYPES WEAR BERETS.

Binky snorts slighlty at this from where he stands in the room, behind DEATH, seemingly reading over his shoulder.

((OOC: Door is open and, even if you can't see DEATH, there is still obviously a very large white horse standing in the room.))

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair yawned and stretched widely. He felt much better after his nap, and he was going to attribute that sleeping and not the tylenol that he had taken on Dr. Wilson's orders. He wiggled his toes and looked over to see if Broots was awake...only to see a wall where Broots should have been.

"Wha?" Blair jerked up and looked around. The posters that he had placed around started to slide and he watched as several 'gremlin rights' flyers slid into the command center. Everything clicked and Blair peeked behind him into the command center, trying to gauge whether sleeping in hallways was more of punishable offense than a sit-in. Blair checked his watch and groaned. It was late and he wondered if the exterminators had come yet, if it was already too late to save the gremlins.

Blair stood with his backpack and looked at the materials around him, the posters and the flyers, the copies of the petition, the sock-stick and the twinkie wrappers that had fallen off his clothes. It seemed like so little, so little to help save lives. With a sigh, he gathered up everything and walked slowly back to the dorms, stopping briefly at Principal Smith's office to slide the petition under his door. He wasn't sure if it was too late or not, but those who signed deserved to have their voices heard.

He headed up to his dorm room, his sock-stick dragging behind him. Even though he had just spent quite a bit of time doing so, the only thing that Blair wanted right now was sleep.

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Even though Marty was given an invitation to move into Room 239/240 by Jack on Sunday, it wasn't until today that Marty finally found the time to pack up his belongings and start the migration to his new digs down the hall.

Sure... Some people would say he was crazy to give up a single but Marty couldn't resist the opportunity to figure out what those Colorado Refugees were trying to hide from the rest of the school.

Marty picked up his first box and looked over to Camilla.

"C'mon girl. Let's go meet our new roomies."

So together Marty and his pet chicken started the migration down the hallway.

[Open to all to want to help Marty move... and the unsuspecting residents of 239/240 of course]

Current Mood: busy

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John sits alone in his room, door open to clear out the smell of dinner (quesadillas made on the Muhammed Ali griller) and flips through the channels.

He's trying to clear his head. It's only been a few days, and already ~~the mun~~ he's been overwhelmed.

anole-x.livejournal.com

Victor sat on his bed, waiting for Walter and rewinding the tape from the bonfire the previous night. He remembered that he had offered to run for student council, but really didn't know what to do. Everyone else was making posters, he remembered, so he figured he should as well.

~~[ooc:Waiting for Walter to show up, but anyone else could probably swing by as well. (the door is open)]~~

[ooc: Locked to

walter_n_wires, and NFB]

courier-gavin.livejournal.com

During lunch hour, Jake wanders up, and sticks a helpful note to Yuffie's door. Feeling that he had accomplished his Big Brotherly duty for the day, he wandered back down to hunt down some decent coffee.

janet_fraiser

Janet stood outside Izzie's door and knocked. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder, and in one hand she held a drink carrier with two steaming cups.

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Although he has been - reportedly - reformed for some time now, Kiki's hand is still a bit shaky as she knocks on the door of ( Angel )

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Kiki knocks on the Vice-Principal's door. Peeping out of the side of her basket under the cloth is this.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker has the music on -- "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by the Nylons-- and she's re-moving everything now that Rory's moved out of 236. She's also reconsidering where to put Esme's stuff.

She is making phone calls to Jarod, but she is damn well not leaving a message. She's also hoping various people stop by, since she's got the doors open.

C'mon in and ask her about her xBox, or the campaign. She's got a couple hours before Jack shows up.

_{[ooc: Open to all! Newbies too!]}

Current Mood: good
Current Music: "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" - Nylons

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Kiki has her door propped open, and is sitting on her bed. The fuzzy, round black pillow beside her is Jiji, curled into a happy and purring ball-of-cat. Kiki is writing something in her journal.

[Mostly for

bruiser_in_pink but open for SP action - mun is still in Mexico, but will be home and back to near 24-7 comp access in a few days.]

suzotchka.livejournal.com

Ivanova shifts bags around as she fumbles for her key, leaving the door open as she drops the two heavy bags from the Emporium onto her bed with a sigh and flexes her fingers a few times to try and regain feeling. As she hadn't bothered to unpack yet, her side of the room was absolutely spartan. She unpackaged the coffeemaker and set it up on top of the dresser. Not the best place, but she was fresh out of milk crates to furnish with. Soon it was bubbling happily away, the truly massive tin of coffee next to it, and Ivanova began to unpack her few things. A pile of photos was placed neatly on the desk to be hung up and she was contemplating purchasing a powerbar. She wasn't looking forward to trying and integrating her own computer with the school. Maybe she'd just break down and buy a new one. Hmm.

[[Open for interaction. Hopefully with roomie.]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker wants drinks. It's her birthday. Cam's supposed to sing for her, and Jarod will be there with a prezzie soon, and maybe she can get Lorne to sing happy birthday.

She is calling everyone she knows, while knocking on the door between her and Rory's room, and checking down the hall for the Colorado crew and anyone else she knows.

Party!

_{[open to all, newbies too; Parker's just trying to get a group before we head to Caritas post here in half an hour or so]}

Current Mood: bouncy

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

Frustrated with picking classes that don't conflict with each other, John slips out the window and dissapears for the weekend.

~~that bloody bastard 6 better not have found his stash, dammit!~~

Mun is at Ohayocon this weekend. Start shouting "JOHN CONNOR" and see if I answer. mwahahahaa

wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com

It seemed like the arrival of the new recruits had everyone up and stirring around pretty early. Shep had been awoken by various noises both in his room and in the halls, but since none of them set off his 'impending danger' alert, he kept rolling over and going back to sleep. When he finally decided that it was time to get moving, he noticed that Han had come and gone, and that Lana had left as well. It occurred to him that it might have been a good idea to drop a note to Han about Lana staying and why... but it was Han, so no matter what he thought about the situation... he was probably right.

After taking a quick shower, Shep put on coffee in the small coffee pot he'd brought back from home and ate a granola bar. He might wander down to the Perk later, but for now that would do.

Once he felt semi-awake, he opened the door and then blocked the exit with a two and a half foot high sheet of hard plastic, held up by sticking it between his footlocker and the wall.

Walking over to the cage on the desk he opened the door, "Okay, guys, do you want to play?" Two sets of front paws obediently presented themselves so they could be taken out and put on the floor to run around. "Hm," Shep muttered, "Maybe I should have told Han about them too..." Oh well, too late now. He had to have noticed them last night. Grabbing the white board marker Shep scribbled out quickly:

Small animals under foot.
Feel free to come in (just step over the barrier),
but watch where you put your feet.

He then set about changing the food bowl, giving them some more water and scooping out the litter box.

[Open to everyone: come chat; play with cute, fuzzy critters; hang out, whatever.]

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Green Day - "When September Ends"

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

Pip blinks his one remaining eye and stares up at the ceiling. He had absolutely no idea what time it was here and he wasn't sure he actually cared. His body was telling him he ought to be awake and his personal preferences with the matter could go to hell, thank you very much. And while they were out, would they mind picking up some coffee?

Coffee.... that sounded like a good idea. Pushing himself out of bed, Pip gets dressed and heads out into town for humanity's answer to ambrosia, caffiene. He could probably get a few chores done as well while he was at it. Actually, chores first. Espresso later.

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