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cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was quietly boggling at the little girl sitting beside him on the couch. At least he'd managed to take off his tuxedo from yesterday and after some major bargaining he had gotten Marybeth to agree to eat lunch on the condition that she got ice cream as dessert.

He had a lot to learn about parenting.

Current Mood: surprised

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.

[ooc: Open to everyone.]

Current Mood: content

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet. That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business! Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class. The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

With some help from Irulan, Cameron had managed to finish his sign. It took some concentration, but he finally could pin it up on the boards in the lobby.

HAD A RUN IN WITH ANY SHADOWS LATELY?
FEELING A BIT LIKE A GHOST?
FEEL FINE BUT WANT TO HELP?
NEED HELP IN THE LIBRARY TOMORROW
WHENEVER YOU HAVE SOME TIME SPARE!

- Cameron Mitchell

Satisfied with the sign, Cameron briefly glanced at the darkness outside. He shivered and turned away, heading back towards the stairs. The second he set foot on the steps, something came hurtling down. A by now almost familiar icy cold swept right through him and he staggered back, gasping for breath and shivering violently.

Suddenly the stairs just seemed too much to conquer and all he wanted was to sleep. Tiredly, he curled up on the carpet. You'd have to look twice to make him out.

((Establishy only, but open of course as it is the lobby. Cam is just not waking up until tomorrow morning and there's pretty much nothing solid about him anymore at this point.))

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Dick didn't want to be in his room. There was some weird freaky-ness going on and he wanted to be as far away from it as possible. But Dick did want to sleep. Sleep for a long, long time. So he managed to get out of his room (forgetting about closing out the porn on his computer; poor Jim.) and make his way to the common room to sleep. He flopped himself down on the couch...only to fall through it.

He stayed on the floor, too tired to move. You might see a faded arm sticking out from under the couch. Or you might just step on it.

((Open, duh))

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Polexia slept in late after her night out at Caritas.

But when she woke up, she was bored and ended up wandering down to the common room. She figured out how to work the television and was very excited to find something called MTV that was showing music videos.

She dug through the cabinets and fridge and found some suitable snacks and settled in to watch this fascinating thing.

[open, as common rooms are. Marie is Polexia from Almost Famous, so she's from the early 70s. She also doesn't have Marie's mutation, so she's not covered up and she can touch people.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

The wee little turtle had finally made it back to the familiar hallway after a very strange day and sleeping comfortably in her shell in a corner of the stairwell, which was quite a task to manage. She kept a brisk pace down the hall toward her room, or, what was very brisk for her, ambling along in a lazy wee little turtle way.

[[ open! forgive any slowness on my part; blame the turtle ]]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The giant pillow/blanket/chair fort of awesome was still up from last night. Thankfully, someone had turned the TV off so Rescued by the Alarm wasn't on anymore. Kawalsky had fallen asleep during that really bad murder mystery weekend episode where Zeke was in on it the whole time.

Worst episode ever.

He emerged from the fort and eyed the common room kitchenette. This situation called for pancakes. He got to it, being a pancake ninja and all.

"Pancakes! Get your pancakes."

[OOC: Free pancakes! Feel free to come in or say that you stayed there the whole night in the fort. I'll be here until I fall asleep.]

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally was doing her fair share of contributing to the free consumption of mass quantities to the masses.

She was baking vegan sugar cookies. And dancing a little dorkily to the tune 'Even Rats' by The Slip.

[ooc: Oooopen!]

demonbelthazor

After he was done with classes for the day, Bel headed down to the lobby to meet up with Phoebe, Isabel, and Cameron.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He kept reaching for the athame tucked in the back of his pants, under his jacket, reassuring himself with its presence. He may not have had his powers, but good demon steel would still do some damage in his hands.

[ooc: Bel's waiting for specific people, but post is open, of course.]

Current Mood: anxious

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge hobbles out of his room for the first time since Saturday evening. Leaning the crutches against the arm of the couch, he curls up and starts aimlessly flipping through channels.

willbedone.livejournal.com

Willow was Jewish. However there were a few things about Christmas she didn't dislike. In fact, there was one thing about Christmas that she downright missed.

She was lacking her original source for it though, so she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Which is why she set herself up in the first floor lobby with a sign:

WANTED: ONE SNOOPY DANCER
No prior experience necessary
Enquire within
Or right here since that's
where I'm sitting

FREE COOKIES FOR ALL!!!
(While supplies last)

There was a large plate of freshly made chocolate chip cookies beside her.

As she waited she flipped through her spellbooks and took notes.

She enjoyed multitasking.

[open!]

Current Mood: optimistic

nine-and-ears.livejournal.com

The Doctor had been well informed of the trolls from Jane, and last night's radio had spurred him into some resemblance of organization. First stop, the dorms.

He didn't have access to the PA System or anything, so he had a megaphone in the lobby.

"Attention please, attention please! We have captives in the very large mansion in town, and we should not be snug in our beds while this occurs! Who is willing to organize, willing to face the belly of the beast and be unafraid to scritch it in order to achieve our goals? There is danger, certainly, but there are lives in possibly mortal peril. Come one, come all. We shall seperate the men from the boys, the whites from the yolks, the chaff from the... whatever it is you seperate chaff from. Prove yourselves! You all think that you're so grown up and brave, well now is the time to prove it!"

[ooc: A post to organize at least part of the rescue attempt. Come one, come all.

EDIT: Plan of attack has been announced!

Link for Group to the Front!

For attacking the rear!]

fh_extras

There really was something irresistable to the trolls about the giant castle thing at the top of the hill.

I mean, come on! Trolls, castle . . . it was like a match made in heaven!

So, once they'd made lots of good headway pillaging and rampaging through the town, the trolls started on their way up the hill, aimed for the gates to the school, grinning and slathering and singing creepy, troll-y songs of glee.

[ooc: ~~minor ocd going up~~ Game on!]

demonbelthazor

Bel was lounging in the common room, watching TV, killing time until "Spooky Things" was on.

He hoped it would be a ~~pretty~~ distraction from his current woes.

Current Mood: bored

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Isabel and Cameron had managed to get the campfire going in the main area. Luckily the weather was a lot clearer than yesterday and things had remained dry. There were several containers with snacks and beverages standing along the side and there was an abundance of marshmallows for people to get through a whole weekend with.

And now it was just a matter of waiting for people to show up and recapture the cabin spirit one last time before fall and winter truly set in.

((Open like an open thing. There were posters up yesterday so there's no excuse for your character not to know about it! Unless, of course, you happen to have a stubborn one who has trouble reading stuff. Ah, aren't you blessed if you do.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

At some point during the day posters went up on all floors of the dorms with the following text:

CABIN REUNION
Tomorrow Evening (October 28) at the main campfire
Bring yourself and your cabin pride

((This was supposed to happen tonight, but as to not conflict with a birthday party, it will be pushed back until tomorrow. Plus, it's raining. Woe! I will mod the weather if I have to! Be there tomorrow!))

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It was Saturday night and Jack was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself for sucessfully teaching a class at short notice yesterday. And having expended such a huge effort, he figured he was entitled to be incredibly lazy this weekend, just to balance things out. So he'd gone for ice cream - of which there were several flavours currently residing in the freezer, which had a sign saying 'Ice cream: Help Yourself' stuck on it - and camped out in the common room.

He had a pint of Kahluah ice cream and a spoon, and was sprawled on the couch watching a movie marathon of something called westerns. Life seemed to be much simpler in whatever time period they were set: the bad guys had black hats and the good guys had white.

Jack thought it was a sensible policy -- it would certainly save a lot of misunderstandings.

[ooc: Open, of course - mod your ice cream flavour and help yourself!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

So open flame was a bad idea -- cooking workshop had pretty much proved that -- but Anders was in the mood for burgers. And, after his conversation with Walter yesterday, also in the mood to attempt being a little more social, for a little while at least. Compensating a bit for all the food he'd scrounged from everybody else seemed like a good idea, too.

This would explain the stacks of burger patties (he'd even picked up some Gardenburgers) in the fridge, and piles of hamburger buns on the counter. ~~He even made a little space for the cheese slices.~~ And it would also explain the smell of grilling burgers that was coming from the stove, where Anders was standing over the frying pan with a spatula.

[OOC: Open in that common-room kind of way.

ETA: And Anders is very quiet now as I'm off for the weekend -- but feel free to mod a burger or ten.]

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was up early and baking muffins in the common room. She had the radio on and was singing along. One might say she was in a good mood.

[open! she's making blueberry, banana nut and apple cinnamon muffins.]

smartestone

There are several tables set up all around the gym, one for each club. The names of the clubs are written neatly on posterboards taped to the front of their corresponding tables. There are chairs for the club heads to sit in, clipboards for signups on every table, and enough room for flyers, brochures, or whatever someone might want to pass out to advertise their clubs.

The doors to the gym open, letting students in to the second FH club fair.

[Wait for the OCD. *braces self* OCD is up. Go play. Schedule and info here.]

demonbelthazor

Bel had spent a sleepless night searching for Marie but hadn't found her. He'd checked the obvious and some inobvious sites in town, and there was no trace of her anywhere. All he'd been able to gather was that she'd run from the Kwik Stop and disappeared into the night. Jamie was in the clinic and in a coma, so he was no help.

After placing a call to the Trooper Station, Bel headed down to the first floor lobby to try to organize people into a bigger search. Phoebe had tried to scry for Marie but for some reason the crystal kept spinning and wouldn't pick a location. Bel wasn't sure if there was something blocking the spell or if Marie was just on the move -- fast. He'd then gone to Willow next to see if there was a spell she knew that could help.

So now Willow was waiting with him in the lobby, preparing for a locator spell. She had told him it would summon a ball of light that would lead to Marie. Hopefully they could find her fast and let her know that everything was going to be okay.

[ooc: Willow modded with permission, but not her boyfriend's permission, so he may get jealous. Phoebe modded with blanket permission. ~~Wait for OCD, please.~~ Is up!]

Current Mood: anxious

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Not wanting to disturb Edward by making lots of noise in their dorm room, Shawn has taken himself and his guitar along to the second floor common room.

He sorted himself some toast, surprisingly without setting fire to anything, and is now lounged out on a sofa strumming away and humming quietly to himself.

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Too many people were leaving lately, but Cameron was trying not to think about it as he worked on the heavy bag.

((Open!))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was working the bag a bit enthusiastically this morning. Chances were that he was trying not to think too much about the fact that it was the last time he was going to be training with someone. It wasn't working.

((Open!))

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam was feeling blue, so she indulged herself in her almost one hundred percent sure-fire remedy--chocolate espresso brownie ice cream (right out of the pint container) and a series of musicals. First was New York, New York, then An American in Paris, and, finally, Singin' in the Rain. Yes, again.

Gene Kelly was the man, and that's all there was to it. She claimed the big comfy chair and prepared to be cheered up, damn it.

[ooc: Open to all. Wallow, mock, dance, sing, chat, whatever!]

Current Mood: moody

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was in a good mood as he hit the gym this morning. Humming a song under his breath, he did some stretches before hitting the machines.

((Open.))

can_be_more

Aeryn's not up too early today, at least not by her standards, and that means she has to do something to feel productive. Therefore it's the gym, but she stays away from the bag, instead heading to do a circuit on the machines. Maybe two, she'll see how it goes.

[Oooooopen.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky had pizza. Pizza was good. He had way too much pizza for one person. He also knew that going to the second floor common room would mean the pizza would be gone in an instant. So he was making people work for it. If people wanted pizza, they'd have to come to the third floor common room.

Honey, I Laminated the Children was on TV. Kawalsky loved this movie.

[OOC: PIZZA FOR ALL!]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

To say that Sakurazaki was a little nervous about this was an understatement. However, she knew that if she had rushed straight into the salle with her wings out to practise with Yuunagi, there could be trouble. She had to refamiliarize herself with her flight techniques slowly, by the use of the practise swords in the gym. Besides, there was much more room in the gym than down in the salle, so she'd have more space to work with, and it was much to hot to take it outside with a stick.

Sakurazaki was working on her tougher forms again, but this time, she was doing them in the air, in flight. And hoping that she hadn't missed some rule about such training. She figured she was at least out of everyone's way like this.

[[ gym is open ]]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was stretched out on one of the couches and flipping through channels.

"Oooh, sharks."

After a few minutes, she was feeling a bit hungry, so she got up to make herself a sandwich. Any resemblance between the song she was humming and the Teeth theme song was purely coincidental.

[ooc: Open to all!]

Current Mood: hungry

marsheadtilt.livejournal.com

Veronica showed up to meet Cameron and was surprised to find he wasn't there yet.

She started stretching and hoped he would show up soon. She wanted to have time to take a shower and change before heading to work tonight.

[V's here for Cam and I don't have time to play a bunch of threads, but feel free to use for your own gym needs.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

This week was just weird. So Cameron had gathered all the needed ingredients and headed back to the dorms to use the kitchen in the 2nd floor common room to make brownies. It couldn't be that much harder from chocolate cake, could it?

((~~Am unexpectedly getting dragged out of the house. AFK for a couple of hours, but I'll pick up as soon as I get home.~~ Back.))

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After recieving textmessages from Xander updating him on the situation- and the fact that everyone was going to be confined to dorms tonight- Bridge decided to venture out of 121 and up to the second floor common room. He's got the TV on and is sort of half-paying attention to it. Mostly it's just there to drown out the eerie quietness.

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter made a small fire in the Stickbug campfire and started to boil water for tea. Yes, there was an easier way. This just tasted better.

He also had cookies and marsmellows. The breakfast of champions.

[OOC: Open to any Stickbugs or passers-by of course]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Having survived yesterday's workshops, Cameron was up and about, giving the punching bag a nice workout.

((Open zomg. Thread between V & Cam locked.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron had no classes today so he didn't need to get up super early to get in some quality training before Veronica arrived. Still, he's already there and working his way through a couple of drills.

((Open. Thread between V and Cam is locked to them.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

It had been way too long since Cameron had been in the gym so he showed up early for his session with Veronica so he hit the machines planning to make up for some of his slacking off.

((Open for all. Thread between V and Cam is locked.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

After yesterday's clinic session, Cameron was feeling on top of things. He was working through his drills with enthusiasm, giving the punching bag a run for his money. You know, if punching bags actually ran or had money.

((Open! Thread between V and Cam locked omg.))

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

After a ~~handwavey~~ walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.

[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

Current Mood: hungry

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron had heard the radio, but he wasn't sure what to think of it all. At least he knew that Veronica hadn't gone to confront Tyler on her own. Still, he was completely focussed on hitting the bag.

((Open for all your gym needs. Thread between V and Cam is however locked.))

demonbelthazor

Bel? Still in demon form.

Elizabeth had suggested that it was an emotional reason, not a physical or magical one, that was causing him to be stuck in demon form. Janet's examination seemed to confirm this. Willing to try anything at this point, Bel was on the roof, trying to relax. Trying not to think about how he would be under a death sentence if he ever set foot in the Underworld again. Trying not to think about how he had almost screwed up his relationship with Phoebe by keeping things from her. Or how he was worried that he couldn't control his demon side. Or that people thought he was sleeping with Veronica. Or that Angel was shacked up with Logan.

Stressed, him? Nah.

So. Relax. Bel lit up a cigarette and settled by the garden, trying to clear his head.

[ooc: totally open for relaxation interruption or help. ;) ]

Current Mood: stressed

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Still looking a bit worse for wear, Cameron was giving the tread mill a work out as he waited for Veronica to show up. He was pretty sure he was in here yesterday too, but he had a hard time remembering what exactly he had been talking about so he was going to put it down to post mummy invasion stress.

((As usual, the thread with Veronica is locked between them.

Worse for wear translation: the boy's got cuts on his face that look suspiciously like a mummy hand grabbed him in the face and there's bruises along his throat from getting choked.))

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Molly was surprised to find the gym empty when she arrived. This left plenty of room for her to practice her cheer leading routines at least. Before she attempted any of the jumps, however, she spent quite a bit of time stretching out and warming up.

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

So someone might be thinking ahead of himself as he's pretty sure come tomorrow this will be asked to him ad nauseam and someone somewhere is going to have an issue with it. Anyone going up and down one of the stairswell find a note stuck to the wall.

( Note under cut omg )

Transcript: Yes, Molly and I are together.
Deal with it.
-Cam

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie arrived at the gym early, toting her pom-poms and ready for practice.

She was also carrying what appeared to be a length of PVC pipe, which was decorated with blue and gold glitter and streamers and resting on a blue pillow with gold fringe.

It was time for the Fandom High cheerleaders to have a spirit stick.

[ooc: ~~please wait for~~ ocd up, yay. also? I totally watched Bring It On the other day for research. please do not have your character drop the spirit stick without talking to me though. I have plans.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was in the gym early, warming up already. He seemed pretty focussed on the weight lifting he was doing as his mind went through last night's conversation with Aeryn and the weird email Rory had sent out the evening before.

((Gym's open. The thread between Veronica and Cameron is locked.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was up early. If he was beating the bag with a lot of enthusiasm, then it was just because he was trying to warm up before Veronica got there. Yep, that was all there was to it.

((Open to all but the thread between Veronica and Cameron is locked.))

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Aeryn, Cameron only stayed long enough in the camp to grab all his things out of the cabin and head back to the dorms. Now he was back in the usual gym and working the bag with a little bit too much concentration.

((Just a head up that the thread between Tyler and Cameron is locked to them.))

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