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halfbad.livejournal.com

Nathan had no idea something strange had happened to the island overnight. He'd been blissfully tucked away in the preserve on the other island, counting the stars before they passed behind clouds and falling asleep quicker than usual. Nothing seemed amiss when he'd walked back.

When he wandered into the parlor, he was first hit with the smell of a cigarette. He hadn't smoked in awhile so he knew it wasn't him. When he looked around to try and find the source, he spotted a shadowed...person in one of the corners. Nathan tilted his head and took a few steps closer to try and get a better look but the person in the shadows disappeared.

A groan from behind him had Nathan whirling around just in time to see a mess of books come tumbling down off the shelf. Had the person that he'd just seen done that? And had they been smoking too? Nathan rubbed his head, pretty sure that maybe this house was going to drive him crazy.

Still, he took a seat to eat some of the breakfast he'd brought back from town and to try and give reading another go. There were books all over the floor now so he had a nice selection to choose from even.

[Open post. Nathan's not affected by the Noir this weekend]

Current Mood: contemplative

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade had gone for a nice long run around the island and was now working industriously in the common room kitchen making green juice (heavy on the kale, naturally) and nice hot bowls of ~~gruel~~ oatmeal.

Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, you know!

Anyone hungry?

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. PARTY!

Guess what time it was on the sixth floor, people. You can have a hint. The hint is "party." It said so in a banner in the common room.

It's Not Just St Patrick's Day!
It's Saturday!
Let's Party!

There were chips and a veggie plate and some sandwiches. There was water, punch, and lemonade. There was music at a level that should keep things lively here without disturbing people on lower floors.

And oh my god, there were even some games, you guys. This was going to be SUCH a fun time. Assuming people came. And Jessica, standing by the punch in yet another very pretty pink dress (where did she get all of these on such short notice?), was assuming just that. She was a very positive person.

[OOC: Party. Party. Party. Jessica put up posters yesterday, so all students are invited.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade had slept most of the day away (fleecing guys in Baltimore out of booze and money took a lot out of a girl), and was now in the common room with a giant pint of ice cream after putting his

"SHOW OFF WHAT YOU DIDN'T HAVE ON FRIDAY!!!
WET T-SHIRT CONTEST. PRIZES.*
THIRD FLOOR COMMON ROOM"
*Prizes possibly stuff fleeced out of your own dorm room. Don't karking complain about it.

signs up all over the dorms.

Cade was a classy, classy broad.

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! ]]

arsenicmauls

Gert wasn't used to having plans on Friday night that were much more extensive than snacking and watching movies in the common room, so the fact that that was what she found herself doing tonight wasn't a disappointment. The fact that the TV was refusing to show her anything she might conceivably want to watch -- yeah, that was disappointing. Since she'd made the mistake of napping in the middle of the day and had woken up an hour later from one of the worst nightmares she'd had in a long time, she was really looking for something light, or, failing that, something mindless and actiony.

Instead, the movie choices the TV was giving her were all a little grim. ~~Meta for~~ Braveheart. ~~Meta for~~ Gladiator. ~~Meta for~~ Pan's Labyrinth. She finally settled on the last one, but not before giving the TV a pretty hearty scowl of displeasure.

This wasn't over, TV.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was settled in on the sofa with a fork and someone's leftover pumpkin pie (was it yours? He's not sorry. It's good karking pie), flipping through the television channels: every single one of them was playing "It's a Wonderful Life."

"What happened to the karking color?" he demanded.

arsenicmauls

Gert's hands were washed. Her hair was tied back. There was a steady stream of Black Friday sale ads playing in the background, courtesy of a radio that wouldn't turn off. (They still made radios?) And Gert was standing at the kitchen counter with a printed-out recipe and all the ingredients she needed for potato pancakes, plus a few extra spices and definitely a few extra potatoes.

"So, here's my question," she said, swiveling around to face Evan. "Do you have any experience chopping onions? I have no idea how brutal this is gonna be."

[[open common room for thanksgiving cooking or watching everyone else cook! all are welcome!]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

It had taken most of yesterday for it to sink in that Cade had no real supervision. He had spent most of the morning jumping on his bed until he'd catapaulted off if it and landed in his closet (...he'd pretend he meant to do that...), and was now looking for something to eat in the common room.

He levitated a box of cereal from the cabinet and sat down on the sofa, eating it by the handful.

Life was astral when you were three.

seveninchmotto

This grey and rainy afternoon seemed like the perfect time for Isabelle to seize control of her common room's kitchen area and cook something. Everyone liked a bowlful of hot soup to warm them up for the fall weather, right? So that was what she was making as she bustled around the kitchen, her long dress flaring out around her legs and then settling down again whenever she turned to get this or that from the cupboards. She was following a recipe (for a given Izzy value of "following") she'd gotten from someone back in New York, and the soup smelled just fine. So, it was kind of like one of those exotic animals in a rain forest that look beautiful but are just waiting to poison you and eat your face.

Isabelle's soup wasn't going to eat anyone's face. At most, it was going to give people an upset stomach. Not to mention a need to be extra polite and claim it tasted just fine, really, and that the tuna and the... whatever that really strong spice was were a really good match. Honest.

She looked pretty content and even happy, though, stirring the pot as she waited for the soup o be finished. So, there was that.

[ooc: Open! Come taste Izzy's awful cooking.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade had nothing to do on Thursdays, so naturally that meant he'd slept until 1 and was now cruising the television channels looking for something to watch--women's beach volleyball. Excellent.

He was happily zoned out as he watched hot girls bounce around when his comlink went off with a brief message.

See you tomorrow. --Bantha.

"Kriff," Cade grumbled, and then it gradually dawned on him that this...thing might still be happening then.

"KARK ME," he groaned, burying his head in a pillow. "I don't want to think about that."

Ew. Two galaxies of ew.

Current Mood: grossed out

mummyspromdate.livejournal.com

So this had happened again, and while Maddie wasn't happy about it, she was resigned to dealing with this for a while. It just meant putting on non-girl's clothes and trying not to look too sulky when she went into the common room, hoping to see that this had happened to more people besides her. When no one was in there at first, she just turned on the TV and ordered some pizza, hoping to lure people out of hiding to commiserate.

By the time the pizza showed up, she'd found the crocodile movie marathon on Syfy. Now those were two things that went together.

[Open!]

whenshewasnice

It was not every day that Envy Adams found herself waking up in a bouncy castle. In fact, it had been around two decades since she'd last done it. And yet here she was. And admittedly, she'd felt far more dignified in her life than she did when she was clambering out of the plastic monstrosity, but her grace stats were pretty high by now. She looked fine.

And then she stood outside the castle, by the firepit, looking around while her not particularly cheap designer heels were digging into the ground a little bit. Fandom. Couldn't just let people come back for a high school reunion without messing with them, could it? Of course not.

Even after all this time, it felt kind of like coming home. If in a way that was somehow a little bittersweet.

[ooc: Intermittent mild SP warning from me but omg, open open open.]

notconflicted

It was moving day, and... really?

Sia had expected the tents from last year, and she'd much prefer the tents from last year. It wasn't often that she had those "I'm a princess, I don't have to do this" moments, but she thought it'd be justified in this case. She supposed it could be worse, though. She could be in that clown tent that was obviously designed by a criminal.

She claimed an area for her things, and then set outside with her two companions, one being a puppy, and one being a wolfified Atton. The way she figured, there was a 100% chance of the castle deflating at some point, and a 50% chance that it would be on purpose. So she brought the two outside to the campfire... and decided she didn't really care if the castle did deflate.

Oh, well, she'd stay out here anyway.

[Open!]

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.]

theoplustwo.livejournal.com

It'd been a week on the island and nothing catastrophic had happened yet. Theo wasn't sure if he wanted to call that a win but it wasn't a bad start. Thom and Kiori had been amused by the antics of the island and they were already trying to find time to come out there. Things back home were...the same. His friends were keeping Dr. Brockton up to date on his progress and his parents were...off at another seminar.

Of course.

"Cartoons!" Dev bellowed, making Theo outwardly wince at the volume. "We never get to watch cartoons!"

"That's because there's nothing of value in them, Dev," Ange said, rubbing her head like the long suffering Elysian that she was. "There are so many better things to watch."

"There's value in that they're funny," Dev growled, almost pouting. "What do you want to watch? Something about plants?"

"Well, plants are qu -- "

"NO!"

"Cut it out!" Theo snapped, rubbing his temple and frowning. "We're just not going to watch anything!"

And with that, Theo stabbed the remote control and shut the television off. So, now he was just sitting in the common room with the television off and two arguing entities in his head.

His first foray into a common room had gone so well!

[Common room is open. Feel free to have heard Theo shout at no one.]

Current Mood: blank

makemyownway.livejournal.com

After waking up around 3 (DON'T YOU JUDGE HIM), Cade put on pants (you're welcome), ran his hands through his hair (it was like combing it, okay?) and wandered down to the common room in search of Cocoa Puffs.

He flipped on the television for background noise and stopped and stared at the woman with a glowing skirt as she sang in some language he didn't recognize.

"What the kark is this?" he muttered to no one, pouring milk into the box of cereal and digging in with a spoon.

It was Eurovision, Cade.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

It was the last weekend before finals, so Cade, studious lad that he was, had slept in until one and was now lounging on the sofa with a box of Cocoa Puffs and the remote control, searching in vain for something to watch.

He'd currently paused on a bowling tournament, mostly because he couldn't believe this was a sport.

"I can't believe this is a karking sport."

See?

[OOC: So open.]

Current Mood: bored

whenshewasnice

The bad thing about being a person who liked her solitude and didn't go out of her way to talk to people was that there could be an island whim going on where you had no choice but to tell the truth, and yet you managed to stay unaware of this way into the afternoon.

That was the situation Natalie was in right now. Which would probably explain why and how she was actually in an okay mood for once. Like maybe things were finally starting to look up for her. She had a batch of muffins in the oven and everything. It felt like a normal day and while she wasn't exactly whistling as she worked or anything else Disney like that, she was still feeling... fine.

Which in itself was weird, and probably wouldn't last with island interference. But it was there.

[ooc: It's Truth Day and this is a common room, how could it not be open?]

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.]

whenshewasnice

So, guess you couldn't leave Peter alone for too long. Or maybe he was feeling particularly frustrated with his foxness today. Natalie didn't know. What she did know was that she'd come back from her visit to Clint's office and found her desk in disarray, and Mr. Moxy hissing at Peter like he'd really crossed some kind of line by messing up Natalie's workspace.

She'd left the cat in the room and ushered the fox out into the hallway with her. She'd been meaning to go for a snack, anyway. "It was because I took the laptop with me, wasn't it?" she asked, as they were entering the common room. "Already told you you can't use it, anyway."

Peter the fox seemed to give her an indignant look.

"What?" she asked. "You'd just scratch it. We've been over this. You don't even have your own independent narrative." Too bad foxes couldn't roll their eyes all that well, though she got the message. "And don't give me that look, I know you don't. So, there's nothing you can or should be doing on a computer right now."

Was that a whine?

"You're a fox. Deal with it."

She was going to get them some cereal right now. And yes, newbies, arguing with animals was a thing that occasionally happened in this town. In case you hadn't figured that out yet.

[ooc: Open!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade didn't even have classes today, but he'd woken up when he'd rolled over and had been poked by karking electronics on the sweater he most certainly hadn't been wearing when he'd fallen asleep last night.

It had a tree on it. It blinked. It itched. If Cade stretched the wrong way, it played the most out-of-tune version of Jingle Bells ever recorded. And it wouldn't come off.

Cade was strongly considering setting it on fire, even with him inside of it.

He sat down and winced as the sweater started playing music again.

"I hate this island."

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: not so karking jolly

stars_and_money

Jeremy was just intending to have a nice night in. He'd ordered pizza (more than one – there was plenty to share), he was wearing comfy (yet still ridiculously expensive) clothes, and he was all ready to spend his evening in the common room, watching something nice and maybe even holiday themed on the TV, and chatting with his fellow students should they be drawn in by the totally amazing smell of pizza.

But then he flopped down on the couch and turned the TV on. And found that there was nothing but cycling on. On any channel. Granted, this time around it was at least a bit different on each channel: old races, new races, people just leisurely biking to places, and the odd bit of bicycle maintenance advice. But that didn't really help Jeremy who was frowning at the TV and clicking through channels like maybe one of them actually offered something he'd want to watch.

But no.

"Aw, come on! Really? Again?"

Did the TV really hate him or something?

[ocd up, have at!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade hadn't noticed anything was different yet today, which was why he'd gone through his normal Saturday morning routine: thinking about jogging (deciding not to), shower, then into the common room for a box of Cocoa Puffs in front of whatever was on the television at the time.

It was a thrilling life Cade led here. He was (weirdly, for him) more interested in hearing about your day today.

And then leveraging that information to his own benefit, naturally. How Peter Wiggin of him...

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade didn't have classes on Wednesdays, and wasn't really up to date on the whole Halloween thing, which was why he was staring incredulously at the bunny with really sharp teeth who was chewing through some kind of gourd on the counter in the common room.

"I'm not even going to karking ask," he told it, rescuing his Cocoa Puffs from where he'd stashed them and flipping the television on. He found the first movie of the original trilogy of Space Battles beginning on one of the channels and wondered why he'd felt a sudden disturbance in the Force as he turned it on and settled in to watch.

[OOC: Hi, I'm back!]

dollpocalypse

Well, around five on Thursday evening, Topher learned that Portalocity officially sucked harder than he had ever suspected, because they'd somehow managed to jostle his luggage on his return trip from Africa badly enough that his laptop screen was cracked.

He had other laptops, yeah, but this one was the fastest, so until he could replace it tomorrow, he grabbed an HDMI cable, hooked it up to display on the TV, and checked his email there. And then some forums. And then his Facebook and some tracked tags on Tumblr and... look, he had a lot of stuff going on, okay? He doubted anyone was going to say anything.

After a while, he began wondering whether there was anything else he was supposed to do tonight. There was some work for Peter he still had to do, of course, but that kind of thing probably merited more privacy than a common room TV screen. There was... oh, right, wasn't he supposed to talk to that Tomato girl?

Not Tomato. Another vegetable. Or maybe plant. Was Venus Fly Trap a name? No, wait, she wasn't a superhero, that didn't sound right.

But Topher was comfortable, and he didn't want to talk to Lettuce when he could just hang out on the couch here. Internet-stalking her was almost the same thing, right? Sure, it took a little more effort since he had to actually check the school database for a list of names first in order to find out what her actual name was (and Topher personally thought Tomato would've been a better choice, but hey, that was Olive's parents' fault), but before long he had a few searches going.

Hmm. There was a surprising amount of dirt on this girl, Topher had to say. Including something called freeolive.com, which brought him to a video.

"I really hope this isn't a creepy valkyrie thing," he said aloud, eyeing it dubiously before hitting play.

[[this common room brought to you by request of

dirtiest_skank, of course. please beware spoilers for easy a within, but it is open!]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

Current Mood: annoyed

makemyownway.livejournal.com

...so Cade had to use the karking bra that Karla had included in his welcome basket.

Ask him--her?--how thrilled he was about that right now.

SO THRILLED.

He was also very thrilled that someone seemed to have eaten his common room out of Cocoa Puffs, which was why he was currently curled up in a sulky ball on the sofa looking for something to watch on television.

[OOC: So open!]

suitably_heroic

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

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2nd floor parlor: saturday morning

Third floor common room [Too karking early for a Sunday, Cade]

Sixth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

Third floor common room [Sunday evening]

Dorm Lawn, Tuesday into Wednesday Night

Second Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Third Floor Common Room [Saturday afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Third floor common room [Sunday afternoon]

Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

Third floor common room [Afternoon]

Second floor common room- Saturday afternoon

Camelot Castle Campfire, Saturday Morning

Disco Dome Campfire- Sunday afternoon

6th Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

3rd Floor Common Room : Sunday Afternoon

Third floor common room [late afternoon]

Third floor common room [Saturday afternoon]

Second Floor Common Room, Wesnesday Afternoon

The Roof, Wednesday Afternoon

2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

Third floor common room [morning]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Third floor common room [morning]

Third floor common room [early afternoon]

Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

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