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Evan had kind of given up on trying to figure out where he was supposed to be living, these days. Last weekend, it had apparently been Karina's room. From there, he'd wound up in a hallway, a supply closet, the garden on the roof, and a common room. Today, Evan's room listing had changed yet again.

He supposed he couldn't complain too much. He was inside, at least. And he wasn't sharing his space with brooms or anything, though the dryers were a little noisy and they scared Ozzy a bit. And the smell of laundry detergent and fabric softener was actually kind of nice.

He was sort of getting resigned to this. But if he found out he was living in the ladies' bathroom or something like that, he was just going to move into the hotel. Jeeze.

Anyway, while he was down here, he was passing his time by sitting on a stack of his books and, you know, doing laundry.

What else?

[OOC: Because giving Evan a difficult time is one of my favourite things about this BDE already. Open!]

justbeingbay

Dom had been pretty thoroughly annoyed when some random curly-haired kid started banging on his door at way-too-freaking-early o'clock Saturday morning. But that was Fandom: It was never going to let anybody sleep in the day after a dance. Not when it had a chance to screw with people's lives like this.

After he'd talked to Luca for long enough to figure out what was going on, he sent Gert a text and then went on over to the common room. He wasn't some great chef, but give him a box of pancake mix and he could follow the instructions.

Luca insisted on helping, which mostly consisted of dumping half the milk on the counter instead of in the bowl. "And can we put chocolate chips in them?" he asked. "Please?"

Dom glanced over from where he was trying to track down the paper towels. "Tell you what, buddy," he said. "I bet we can put peanut butter and chocolate chips in them."

Luca grinned in satisfaction and kept "helping" as Dominic made what was probably an insane number of pancakes. But he figured they'd get eaten. They always did on weekends like this.

[OOC: Open common room. With pancakes.]

suitably_heroic

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill. Loud noise rang through the dorms at exactly 2 AM; good morning, students.

Hope you had time to snag a coat.

[[ fire drill post! go go go! ]]

pursuedthestars

Jim didn't know why he'd come back from Haiti before checking to see if the island was being weird. He really didn't. He'd just come back and as soon as he'd settled down in the common room, he'd noticed his arms were now a very festive shade of green and red. At first, he thought he'd caught some rash from being in Haiti and had almost called Natalie to yell but then cooler heads had prevailed and he figured the island was being whimsical.

Jim just prayed this went away quickly because he didn't need his arms colored like he was going to be some Christmas ornament. Right now, he was ignoring it as best he could while he ate some lunch and watched some random movie on television. Every once in awhile, he tried rubbing the colors away with his hand or a napkin only to sigh when the colors remained just as vibrant as ever.

Jim rolled his eyes and went back to the movie.

[Open CR. I've got no voice so I'm home from work. Lucky me?]

Current Mood: confused

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica settled in the common room looking to take her mind off of her recent troubles. On TV tonight there was football and tennis and supposedly real housewives and Storage Wars and so on. None of it actually good, as far as she was concerned. And if she was going to watch something that wasn't good anyway, she was going to to watch something horrible.

That was why she sought out The Proceeding. And she was going to... well, not enjoy it, because her sense of irony wasn't nearly refined enough for that. But she was going to turn her brain off so she didn't sprain something and she was going to eat popcorn, and she was going to enjoy that.

And there wasn't anything you could do about it. If you were looking to do something about it. Why would you do something about that? Did you hate people who enjoyed themselves? Shame.

arsenicmauls

There were still quite a few hours before the Jewish New Year really started, and besides that, Gert's interest in religion was super minimal, but somehow all the same, she found herself spending her morning on the couch in the common room, typing up a list of New Year's resolutions.

Gert wasn't a big believer in acting a certain way just because of a holiday, but the start of a new school year had always seemed like an ideal time to make new promises to herself and at least set a few goals. The holiday was just an excuse to do it. On the table beside Gert sat a plate of apple slices around a glob of honey in the center -- that wasn't a holiday thing so much as apples and honey just being delicious.

The first few resolutions were easy. Help some people. Check in with Nico, Kar and Molly more. After a long moment, she typed Look into colleges, though she deleted it and rewrote it about four times before she ultimately decided to leave it in.

Her first attempt at number four was Learn how to fight, but that one she did delete.

This was turning into a project.

[[open post and door! might be slow.]]

justbeingbay

It took Bay a while to figure out that this wasn't just one of those wacky weekends where she personally got to walk a mile in Daphne's shoes. But even after she knew everybody was deaf, she took one look at the demon-bird-things swooping down and decided she needed more cover than a freaking bouncy castle could provide. She grabbed a couple provisions and made her way back to the dorms, where she popped Deafenstein in the DVD player. Somehow, a bad ASL horror movie felt like comfort food today.

She sent out a quick email on the student listserv.

I know sign language and there are no creepy birds in the dorms. Come to the 3rd floor if you wanna watch a bad ASL horror movie with me.

... okay, so maybe that wasn't incredibly enticing, but it was what Bay had. She made enough popcorn to share and settled back to watch the movie.

[OOC: Very open CR. Email went to all the students. Deafenstein is a real movie in SaB, inspired by Deafula.]

robinonadderall

Stiles knew he was going to be forced to run at some point this weekend so he decided to counteract that dreaded exercise by shoving as many marshmallows as he possibly could into his face right now. He wasn't at his own campfire because he really wasn't trying to be around Jackson more than he already had to be. Their nightly accidental cuddles was more than enough quality time, thank you.

Since he was Stiles and couldn't be content with just enjoying the scenery, he was multitasking by texting people while he was sticking marshmallows into the fire. Which led to some problems. "Oh, oh shit--"

Another flaming marshmallow sailed across the campfire as Stiles tried to put it out by flinging the stick around. There were several stuck to the tree directly across from him.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

The sixth floor common room was all done up for a party. Really all that meant was that there was pizza, chips, and drinks (including some that seemed to be mysteriously unlabeled for anyone who might want to drink something that IS TOTALLY FINE AND YOU CAN'T PROVE OTHERWISE in the dorms). There was also a small American flag over by the TV to indicate that what this weekend was really about wasn't completely forgotten, especially considering Jessica's recent military experiences.

But those experiences were even more reason for her to relax, play some music on the radio, and hope that nobody stabbed anybody this time.

[OOC: This is the party with the I Never game that leads to Not-So-Final Destination Week. If you'd like to participate in that, please at least establish yourself in the game and maybe throw out some prompts!

Everyone in the dorms is invited via fliers from earlier this week.]

pursuedthestars

There was weird stuff happening on the island again and Jim wasn't affected. He'd woken up as himself and he'd stayed himself and he was still currently himself while sprawled on one of the couches in the common room.

Considering classes were done for the term, he probably should have still been asleep instead of up this early and out of bed but he couldn't resist the allure of possibly seeing some people he knew acting like people they weren't. He was an opportunistic jackass that way. But, he didn't think he could be blamed. If people were gonna go all weird, he had the right to laugh at them if they did stupid stuff, right?

Right.

He figured he had to be properly awake to do anything though so he was eating some 'borrowed' cereal and watching some motivational on TV to get himself going. Except all the TV was doing was boring him so he hoped the cereal was really magic or something to make up for it.

[Jim's normal and the CR's open]

justbeingbay

After a pizza run and whatever mother-daughter bonding was possible when the two were barely 18 months apart in age, Francesca and Bay were back in the dorms and watching The Amazing Race.

"So which would be worse?" Bay said/signed. "Stuck in Vietnam with no money like that couple, or having to go around the world in matching glittery sweatsuits like the sisters?"

Francesca wrinkled her nose. "Broke in Vietnam," she decided. "Less embarrassing."

[OOC: Open like a common room.]

myownface

It wasn't a bad day. Not really. The weather didn't completely suck, Sparkle didn't have work or classes or anything. Hell, his detention for camel-stealing wasn't even until the end of the week. Nope, it wasn't a bad day at all, really.

It it was still a Wednesday. One of those 'halfway over' Wednesdays that had Sparkle making faces at the prospect of slogging through the rest of the week. And, to top all of that off, he was bored. Nightfall wasn't even for a few hours yet, so he couldn't amuse himself by running around the island, trying to break into places he wasn't supposed to be.

If he was going to pass all of that time between then and now just sitting around, he was going to take advantage of the above-freezing weather in order to sit up on the roof and have a smoke, then. Because why spend a boring Wednesday afternoon doing something productive? Hah.

[Open roof is open and I'm around! I'M TAKING A DAY OFF DAMMIT.]

nomoresportscars

Jackson had been in a better mood than he was this morning.

Don't laugh, it was true.

See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely had people who could have come, who should have come, who you had every right to get to meet? It was not a good feeling at all, and it was weighing on him more than he would have cared to admit, getting twisted up with what he'd learned back in Beacon Hills until it felt like a suffocating stone inside his chest.

And also, the wrong team had won the Super Bowl last night.

"You goddamn piece of –– !"

Yelling at the toaster for getting his Pop Tart stuck was a perfectly valid response to stress.

[ooc: Fair warning, this common room is pissy and bitchy, but totally ooopen!]

hawkeye-too.livejournal.com

Between one thing and another, Kate had never actually watched a live episode of the TV show Bow ~~Arrow~~. But she had downloaded all the previous episodes and watched them on her laptop. Just for professional curiosity, you know. Someone was making a TV show about a superhero with a bow! It was almost required she watch.

...and he was really, really hot in the training montages that showed up in almost every episode. Yeah, she totally watched this for the plot.

[I have been waiting to do this forever!]

rings-of-grace.livejournal.com

It had been several weeks, now, since Po had arrived in this strange land, and he felt fairly educated about his new surroundings. The indoor lights and running water had fascinated him, certainly, as had these mysteries called "electronics," but he felt confident that now, at least, he understood these things in theory, if not wholly in practice.

Today, though, he was left with questions as he stared in confusion at the television. He had been told these devices were for entertainment, and thus he'd happily watched as people behind blue boxes bearing their scrawled names had answered questions about this world, moments earlier. But for the last twenty minutes, an older man had appeared and attempted to convince him that comfortable sleep was nigh unto impossible.

Po frowned as he watched, unsure what this strange man's purpose was. He made sleep seem as though it were a mission that could never be achieved without this pillow -- surely the same audience that so enjoyed the questions before wouldn't fall for this spiel? It seemed like misplaced advertising.

And, also, a really stupid pitch for a fairly useless-sounding product, but Po supposed that was neither here nor there.

[this post brought to you by the endless My Pillow infomercial that has been airing on every TV I've happened to see this week. Open!]

robinonadderall

Stiles didn't have any plans for the evening which was on par for a Stilinski Friday night. He was still trying to avoid going into town so his entertainment options were relegated to watching porn in his room or watching something that wasn't porn in the common room. Well actually he could do both, since watching porn didn't take all night. But he did eventually end up in the common room, watching a horror movie about frat boys who piss off an irradiated grizzly bear.

It was about as horrible as it sounded. Which would explain why Stiles was more focused on the (surprisingly unburnt!) popcorn he had made and answering the barrage of texts he kept getting.

[Post is open]

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