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Tonight, the sixth floor common room was the site of a tea party in honor of Puck's 17th birthday.

Kate had been slaving away (although without complaining about it) most of the day in preparation for the party, baking sweet things to eat, selecting the appropriate classical music to be played in the background, and making sure the white tablecloths were immaculate.

And they were. Kate was sure a fine young man such as Puck would approve.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD up, have at! Up early for your SP convenience.]

wwiii

Everybody had their grumpy days. Or their uncomfortable days, or their just plain wrong-side-of-the-bed days. And for any reason under the sun, really. It all depended on what was up.

What was up for Warren was spring, headed into summer. Which meant fewer layers or even just the option of lounging around shirtless, a heightened likelihood of seeing pretty girls wearing less than they were a few months ago, and, less pleasantly, a molt.

Large feathered wings were amazing, breathtaking, and absolutely liberating right up until you realized that having a pair of them meant that you'd have to deal with itching, feather dust, and pinfeathers on a seasonal basis. And so Warren had made his way up to the roof in an effort to at least minimize some of the mess in his room to spare Hinata the headache, and was now sitting on the edge, frowning at a molted four-foot long primary feather and trying to figure out what the heck to do with it as he turned it over in his hand.

This sort of thing was so much easier to deal with when his dad could just smuggle it all out through his company as 'medical waste.'

[I don't know. All I know is that I've been vacuuming up cockatiel dust for weeks now, and finally he's starting to drop real feathers so it's time to torment Warren thus. But the roof is open!]

wwiii

It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Jono and Alice had decided to tempt fate, which was not generally seen as a good idea by those who are completely sane and rational.

This might explain why ~~Jono and Alice~~ Olaf and Brunhilda were standing in the second floor common room, in full Viking regalia, singing what might (if one were tone deaf and generous) pass for a rendition of some form of opera. Possibly something Wagnerian.

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha!"

Someday, they would reach the roof! And from there, sail to Valhalla! But for now, they needed to stand here and sing for a few more acts!

(Jono modded with permission! Open as CRs are! Opera done badly while you wait!)

Current Mood: confused

once-a-traitor.livejournal.com

Edmund wasn't sure why he felt compelled to cook an ever-growing pile of grilled cheese sandwiches, but the pan was still hot and he kept making more. They were always good cold, he reasoned, and really, doing something was better than watching the very strange, badly dubbed Japanese game show on television.

The smell of grilled cheese wafted out of the room and down the hall. Mmm grilled cheese. There might have even been cans of tomato soup in the cupboards.

wwiii

One of these days, Warren was going to come up to the roof to do more than awkwardly stand there staring out over the island as the sun worked on setting. Really. In fact, tonight, 'more than awkwardly standing there' was essentially his whole reason for being up there.

Shocking, no?

This time, he didn't even bother to check to see if anyone else was on the roof with him. It was a free roof in a busy dormitory, he knew better by now. No, this time he was going to pull his coat off, lose the harness that was holding his wings in place, and then take a running leap off the edge before he could even have second thoughts and chicken out.

And, now that he was in the air, feathered wings flaring behind him and catching the breeze that he'd thrown himself into? He was going to laugh. It was the delirious, giddy laugh of a boy who had just rediscovered freedom. The sort of freedom that he'd only ever known those few times that he was in the air, with wind moving over his wings and nothing, not even gravity, tying him down unless he decided it was allowed to. It was still cold out, but that was fine. The chill made something as absolutely surreal as flying seem that much more real.

And, after a few laps around the dorms, it was possible that he was still completely giddy by the time he'd come to land again, too high on adrenaline to be thinking about the landing enough to flub it.

Today? Today was officially a good day.

[Open roof is open! A person could get addicted to typing about flying, omg.]

intraspective

Really, she ought to be asleep despite the ridiculously early hour. A weekend spent with little sleep and using loads of energy meant by all rights that she should be dead to the world at the moment. Ino had spent about an hour after her last class staring up at the ceiling before giving that idea up for a lost cause and wandered out to the common room to see what she could find that was entertaining enough to keep her from getting bored.

Normally Ino wasn't much of one for movies, but poking around turned up The Continuous Tale and it looked interesting enough for her to stare at while she tried to convince herself to unwind enough to actually sleep. Score!

That decided on, she made popcorn (because if she was going to do this movie thing, she was going to do it right) and curled up on the couch, hitting play. And, okay, maybe snuggle into a blanket as well. That counted as part of the whole movie thing, right? Right?

It totally did. She could even be convinced to share, if asked nicely.

[Ooopen as a common room is, yes!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: awake

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Alice was now covered in raw sewage as well as gooey alligator bits. Zack had mentioned that it was probably a bad idea to go back into the dorms dripping these sorts of things, and Zack happened to be right.

Which was why Alice was standing out on the lawns of the dorms, with a hose, and with most of her clothing in a pile near it. Look, she was still wearing her unmentionables. It wasn't as though she was nude.

There was even a cheery sign:

UN-STINK YOURSELF BEFORE RETURNING TO THE DORMS

(OPEN! For anyone who is covered in sewage, or alligator bits, or who just wants to get half-naked and wet. Show off those hot icons, people!)

Current Mood: dirty

bitchprince

It had been very, very, very good for Arthur's nerves - not that he ever had nerves, thank you - to come home to an empty dorm room last night. He hadn't known where Leto was, nor had he particularly cared, and instead he'd abused the new space to get a chance to breathe.

The last week had made a fine attempt to do his head in. Arthur was, of course, better than that, and when he arrived at the salle that morning he was feeling remarkably fresh for the first time in far too long.

Starting in on an intermediate drill, he took the time to enjoy the fact that his muscles were finally moving properly again. God help them all: Arthur was actually feeling chipper.

The only thing that interfered with that at all was the thought that he was, at some point, going to have to talk to Leto in a way that didn't involve shouting.

[[ open like the salle is! ]]

bitchprince

They'd made the call on radio last week. Arthur had gained permission from the Lady of the Castle. Now, there was the mere hope that people were actually interested. Arthur stood by the dorm walls, leaning his back gently against it. He was trying to keep the pressure off of his bandage. He considered both of his compatriots with an idle glance. "So," he said. "With any luck, this won't be long."

"Eh, they can take all the time they want," Reno mused, idly patting down his pockets to see if he'd brought his smokes. He hadn't. "It ain't like I'm goin' anywhere anytime too soon, yo. It'll probably take a while to whip people here into shape, anyhow."

"You're telling me," Arthur said, dryly. It didn't keep him from tossing the occasional watchful, antsy glance 'round the corner to see if anyone was coming. He was a little out of his depth here.

"Won't be all that bad, yo." Reno gave up on hunting down the smokes altogether. "If they don't listen, just kick 'em harder'n they can kick you, and it'll all fall into place."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Arthur replied. He had enough confidence in that department. Except not really, but it wouldn't help any of them if he voiced that. "Merely about numbers." Odds were always on his mind around here.

"If only three people show up," Reno decided, "that's just when you kick 'em harder still. Make it count."

Well, Arthur supposed he could live with that.

[[ wee ocd ~~coming~~ up. feel free to just stop by and talk shop with the guys; commitment-free non-club ahoy! ]]

the_merriest

Sizzler and Sizzler were performing! They were two lounge singers, and not two clearly insane people!

"Hello!" Alice said, into an invisible microphone. "I'm Jerry Sizzler, and this is my sister --"

"Jerry Sizzler," Rikku said, quite dramatically.

"We are of course two lounge singers --"

"And not two clearly insane people."

Petey mrowled happily from his spot on the couch. He got to be an oracle again! This was awesome!

Both Jerries had moved on to the musical portion of tonight's show. "TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE, IT'S BEEN THREE LONG YEARS --"

Rikku interrupted the song to shove her imaginary microphone out into the crowd. "Sing, you prrrrrrrrrrrrrricks!"

Jerry and Jerry: bringing crazy back.

(Alice and Rikku, thanks to this post, now think they are The Sizzlers. Which most of you know if you were in the game two years ago when they ran OrangeShoeSevenAide. OPEN! IT IS OPEN, JERRY! ~~PLEASE WAIT FOR THE OCD, OR THE FISH WILL EAT YOUR BRAAAAAINS!~~ THE OCD IS UP. NO FISH-BRAINS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS EPISODE.)

Current Mood: crazy

thatsamilkshake

Francine? Was never, ever leaving the shower. Ever. She could bypass prune and turn straight into a raisin for all she cared. They'd have to hold finals in the bathroom and let her write it in waterproof marker. They might even have to hold graduation in the bathroom. Next year.

The only problem she could foresee was food and the fact that she was running out of shampoo.

[OOC: With all the handwavey ones, there might as well be a real shower post. Open to any girls who want to wash off the grime of fighting or zombification, or just bitch about same!]

Current Mood: dirty

morpherboy.livejournal.com

Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the ~~meta for~~James Bond movies and put out a few bowls of mints. Yeah. Mints.

bitchprince

Not a lot of actual practice for Arthur today: the visible bruise on his neck was only a small nod towards the damage he and Reno did to each other last night. He'd be back in full fighting order by tomorrow.

As it was, he merely waited for his students to arrive. At least he could make them work for it - he'd be doing something useful one way or another.

He was trying not to think about the flagrant flaunting of his father's law he'd embarked on last night and then some. Beyond necessity or duty into friendship - was that a good idea? Being Arthur, he was failing spectacularly at the exercise.

[[ open salle, open post! ]]

bitchprince

Being bruised and battered from the previous night wasn't going to stop Arthur from running his training early. He was, however, careful not to do anything too straining for either his warm-up or his own drills; not slacking off didn't mean pushing yourself to the brink of human endurance like an idiot.

His practice blade cut good time through the air regardless. His muscles stretched and screamed along with the motions - which was only familiar, really.

[ open! ]

bitchprince

On Friday, Arthur had reached a decision. After the weekend, he wasn't in the best mood to follow through on it, but there were few reasons to let his mood interfere with what was, essentially, a duty of some kind.

The duty of survival. As Crown Prince, it was a real one.

Still, he thought, as he arrived in the salle, Dinah had best be grateful. And it was all tactics. His gut still twinged with the sting of clear betrayal, but his sense of morality was as confused on this subject as anything else ever was, and so he ignored it.

[[ open! ]]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

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

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

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

bitchprince

It was Monday morning, and Arthur was not about to let one little sorceress (or one not-so-little guilt complex) keep him from running the morning's training. Besides, Lady Alice might well come 'round, and now that the injury was nearly healed he needed to get as much training in as he could.

So he strode into the salle as he always did, his eyes locked on the practice blades. Time for work.

[[ open salle, kids. and now in the right comm! ]]

bitchprince

He'd returned from the cruise safe and sound. While that had given Arthur a great deal to think about, it also meant that he was, in part, grateful to return to whatever semblance of a routine he'd managed to set up. And since he now no longer needed to carry bandages nor slings, life would be far easier.

He felt far less useless. Good.

He arrived in the salle early, never too fond of dawdling, and chose some practice swords for the day.

[[ ocd up! have at. ]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: cranky

future_sandworm

Even before he opened his eyes, Leto knew where we was. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room together with Alice, the two of them still in the formal clothes from last night and wrapped in blankets, Alice wearing some kind of fuzzy slippers. He had been generous enough to let Arthur have the room, but it had turned out better than he expected for himself too.

Leto stretched, careful so as to not wake the still sleeping Alice. Reaching out to wrap the blanket a little tighter around her, he smiled. He found that he was quite happy, and attributed this to the good company.

The murmur of voices inside his mind stirred, but he drew a deep breath, and didn't listen. Slowly he got to his feet and crossed the room. Coffee was needed.

[Alice modded with permission. It's an open common room!]

lovemykilt

Malcolm had spent the morning wandering around, boggling. Harken had never looked like this before! They must have remodeled the whole dorm! Of course, that meant he kept getting lost -- Malcolm wasn't that great at finding his way around on a good day. But there were all these new people around! It was his duty as a long-standing Harken student to meet them, right?

He just wished he could find Jake or Zoe or even Mr. Felcher. They'd know what was going on. . . .

He finally settled into one of the large common rooms and sat perched on the couch. Maybe someone would come by who could tell him what was going on.

[ooc: open! I have to run to work in a few hours and am greedy and want to get some play in. *grumbles at stupid work scheduling me all weekend*]

lovemykilt

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

lovemykilt

Priestly had been all set to go out and walk around and generally be fairly broody over the whole Amber-turning-out-to-have-an-exclusive-boyfriend-who-turned-into-brownies thing. He had the whole look -- jacket, hands shoved in pockets, downturned look, hunched shoulders -- and he strode out through the lobby and out the front door with great purpose.

And immediately turned around and came back in because jacket or no, it was freaking cold out there!

Which would be why he was now sitting on the stairs between the lobby and the second floor, brooding. It wasn't quite as atmospheric, but it would do.

[ooc: Dude, it's a stairwell. Totally open.]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com

Given that the majority of her mechanical work had been going into Christmas presents until recently, Kaylee had found herself without a project until she happened upon an old toaster -- like, a really old toaster -- and a few other scrap materials of her usual variety.

When she took them back to her room and cleaned everything up a bit, she decided she'd rather have more space and the possibility of company while she took them apart. So Tuesday evening found her cross-legged on the floor and painstakingly taking apart the toaster with her new tools, and gently setting each piece in a designated area, using an order that probably only made sense to Kaylee.

The TV was on, of course, and she had it tuned to some sitcom that one would probably think she wasn't paying much mind to, until she laughed or yelled unhappily at the screen. Kaylee needed to calm down a little about the fictional characters, maybe.

[open like a common room!]

Current Mood: bored

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Alice was incredibly bored. And as such, she was going to wander into her Common Room and see if anyone else had found something interesting to do.

She was not expecting for the furniture to suddenly grow to be twenty, thirty, forty feet tall! No, wait, it was her who had shrunk, the moment she had passed through that doorway.

"I don't recall any bottles," she frowned. She might have remembered that, one would think.

Instead, she gave the doorway a curious eye, and stepped into the hallway once again ... and the world around her shrunk to its normal size, and she was five-feet-eight once more.

"Curiouser and curiouser."

Well. A proper adventure. Alice walked back into the common room and surveyed the gargantuan furniture around her.

"There was a remote around here somewhere," she announced. This was certainly more delightful than being bored.

(OOC: BORED. So welcome to: Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room. Or, more correctly, Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room-Goers. Localized opt-in weirdness. If you come in, you are wee. Once you leave, you are fine again.)

Current Mood: amused

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

Claire decided that she was obviously delusional, homesick or both. Those were the only possible explanations for taking up the common room kitchen in an attempt to make a pot roast from her mother's recipe. Ruth's recipe wasn't entirely clear, and there were a couple of ingredients that either weren't available on this coast or were no longer made at all. The whole thing was giving her a migraine and she was remembering why she didn't cook.

Vegetables sliced and oven preheated, Claire stood on the counter, rooting through a cabinet for Lipton soup mix. She tried not to curse too loudly.

Momentarily forgotten, the TV blared a Z-Cases rerun.

[OOC: Open like a CR, yep.]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

It was a beautiful day outside, so Anemone had taken her paints to the roof of the dormitory, hoping for some peace and quiet as she worked on the painting she had begun yesterday.

She breathed in the lovely air and smiled as she set brush to paper, praying she would be left alone to finish her work. Her classmates were too boisterous to understand True Art.

[OOC: Looking for one, but open roof is open.]

Current Mood: artistic

remember5th.livejournal.com

While Evey absolutely preferred her own room, and her own television, she recognized the limitations thereof.

...mainly, that when her cat managed to tangle herself in the wires and unplug everything, it was going to take rather more effort than she would have preferred to put forth tonight to fix it.

Which was why Evey, with Vashti curled up in her lap and an assortment of sweets before her, was perched on a couch in the common room and raptly watching the tail end of the third Space Battles prequel.

And, naturally -- as she always did -- wondering why the hell the supposed heroine was so stupid.

[open as common rooms areeeeeee. distract me from my paper, pls.]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal was carrying a box of pizza (you didn't want him to cook, it would be bad) and some sodas when he made his way up to the top of the roof. He'd been here recently but he'd been a girl. He preferred being a guy.

He set the pizza and drinks down and wandered over near the edge, peering out and waiting for his company.

[Hannibal's here for someone but it's an open roof and Hannibal's available before his date gets there! ETA: WTF WEARING A BOX OF PIZZA. Oh, Mondays.]

Current Mood: mellow

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had a small fire going, and there was a large pot of tea keeping warm next to it. And plenty of cups. And a kitten. And a Firecat. And a deer.

Vashti (kitten) had been acting strange all morning, fluffing up and hissing at nothing when she wasn't hiding under the bed. Right now she was standing under the deer (actually Evey), who was sniffing delicately at a bowl of tea. Altra (Firecat) was sitting on a log, watching the fire because Karal was, but he looked tense.

Given how many people's friends and girl/boy friends had suffered animal transformation, Karal thought it might be nice if they could get together and support each other. To this end, there was a sign:

Is your girl or boyfriend (or your friend) an animal? Have some tea and share with others who will understand.

It's possible he hadn't thought the wording of that through as well as he could have.

[ooc: open, of course! I've been trying to get time to do this all week, 'cause the idea of all the people with their people-who-are-currently-animals in one post makes me giggle.]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Well, then. Her friend with the pink hair and pet Gulliver appeared to be a butterfly. She'd spent nearly an hour trying to find her way back to the cabins after stopping to explain Anemone's predicament to one of her professors.

Now it was very late, and Alice should be sleeping, but sleep had gone tiptoeing out itself and gotten stranded elsewhere, and Alice would have to do without. She hoped that sleep had at least found itself somewhere with comfortable chairs.

She would roast marshmallows and see if anyone else might be awake. Perhaps they were all visiting with sleep.

(very open!)

Current Mood: contemplative

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Okay, so flaming up and actually hiding in the fire probably wouldn't be so damn hot if he actually scared someone. But man it was a funny thought. And he'd totally apologize. So that's what Johnny was doing. He was in the fire. Crouching some and hanging out so to speak, ready to move and freak someone out if they came close.

He was kind of bored. Ooops.

[Yo, totally open to anyone.]

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Project Runway was on. Of course Peter was in front of a TV.

~~He was also riding the merry-go-round that I just modded into the common room to make the OCD inventory threads explode, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem.~~

So... yeah. Peter, on a couch, watching the awesomeness that was Tim Gunn.

[open!]

Current Mood: relaxed

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

Television was beginning to grow on Worf.

Especially when he found a show that was even better than wrestling

Which is why you'll find Worf sitting on the couch with a glass of prune juice and looking almost happy.

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone asked.

Beside him, the coffee pot was brewing. The coffee maker was noisy, drowning out the sound of the radio, and Ichigo kept eyeing it warily, hoping it wasn't going to blow up or something.

[[Open. Really.]]

Current Mood: busy

raspberryturk

Reno was in a pretty good mood tonight, really. And so he decided that tonight was going to be the night that he named his ferret.

He just... still had no clue how to go about doing so.

That was why Reno and ferret were both plopped down on the couch in the fourth floor common room, flipping through channels on the television set. While Reno doubted that there was a program on the TV that was specifically geared toward ferret-naming, perhaps inspiration could strike at any moment.

In the meantime, there was a murder mystery on the TV. And a baby ferret trying to bury the remote under the couch cushions.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick was fairly sure that the whole "volcano spewing ash" thing wasn't good, but, really, how often did you get to see something like this? Rarely if ever, that's how often.

That's why Dick was up on the roof, sitting on a lawnchair, under a patio umbrella (to keep him relatively rain and ash-free), taking pictures of the volcano. He figured he was mostly safe until there was lava anyway. In the meantime he'd get a good record of a potentially devastating natural phenomenon.

[OOC: Open in case there's anyone else ready to risk potential firey death or years of lung problems from inhaling ash in the name of a good view. Also, I don't know what it is with me and roofs today.

ETA: I was dragged off for a couple hours by a friend. Sorry for any slowness during that time!]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

The genet dashed into the common room, Gladys following, and leapt onto the couch, the TV, then bounced back. "You Have Too Much Energy," she told it, holding out a hand. It leapt into it and started sharpening its claws and trilling.

That meant it was hungry (Gladys had not let it eat any of the tiny monkeys) so she started opening cupboards, looking for something to feed it. The genet immediately ran inside and started kicking things out. "That Is Not Helpful."

It ignored her, pounced on a cereal box, dragged it to the middle of the room, and started disembowelling it. "Your Manners Need Some Work."

[ooc: Beware of chaotic genet.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Today warranted soup.

It wasn't really the weather that had him making the soup. It wasn't even a desperate desire for something that was in the soup. He just wanted soup today, something warm and tasty and in a big enough quantity that perhaps someone else might be tempted to come by and take some. He wanted to feed someone as much as he'd wanted to cook and there was a sizable portion left.

Liir, for his part, was still working on his broom research for Ino and so was enjoying his portion on the couch in the common room with a couple of the books open around him as he scribbled things into his notebook. The books might look a little odd to anyone who'd walk in, the text blurred and hazy, but he didn't seem to be having any trouble with them.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

For Worf, a field trip to the mainland was not an experience he'd like to go through.

So instead he was using the nice weather to practice the mok'bara out by the campfire in what he hoped would be a quiet day.

[And while Worf may not want to be disturbed the post is definitely open]

always-damp.livejournal.com

Toby liked camping Fandom-style. He could sunbathe by the campfire when it wasn't raining, and lounge about in the air conditioning when it was. Either way, there was little to no reason to wear a shirt.

Of course, no matter what the weather brought, life wasn't perfect and he and Kevin were through. Toby sat in front of the fire pit not bothering to hide his red-rimmed eyes with dark glasses.

Mostly because he thought glasses made him look less hot.

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The day had started early for Worf. While he'd never admit how special the day was to himself, he planned to at least celebrate in his own way. Despite the rain there had been a successful hunting trip through the preserve. Worf had to skip the part of roasting it over an open fire but using a modified phaser setting was able to cook it without too much of a problem.

And now anyone near the Little Dipper cabin would probably notice the smell of the phaser roasted venison that Worf had cooked over the firepit. In addition there is other food available both modified Klingon and normal human food including variety of pies (cherry, apple and rokeg blood).

Considering it came from Worf... it was almost festive.

[Open for the Dippers or anyone passing by...]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After hanging out at the luau for a while, Dean made his way back to his cabin and started a fire in its firepit. He lounged beside it, occasionally poking it with a stick, watching the flames crackle and burn, inbetween watching the starry sky above.

All in all, he was feeling rather mellow and just generally content with his life and being in this moment.

[open!]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.

She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.

(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)

Current Mood: contemplative

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had spent most of the day just hanging out, with a side trip to the library to make sure his geek of a brother remembered to eat lunch. Now that it was dusk, he was taking advantage of the camping and had started a fire in the cabin's firepit. He had marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate, yes, but he also had weiners and hot dog buns. In other words a full meal that can be cooked on sticks over flames.

The basics sometimes were the best.

[ooc: open like an open thing. now with campfire food to share!]

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