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anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had made a ~~handwavy~~ trip into town for supplies this morning, which he'd laid out on the kitchen counter. Everything one might need to make Devil's Food Cake. And everything one might need to make another, in case the first one went horribly wrong.

Sam was going to successfully cook something today if it killed him.

Why cake? It seemed appropriate given it was Sam's birthday, and there were two small packages sitting on the counter next to one of the bowls, wrapped in shiny silver paper.

Now all he needed was a Sam.

[ooc: open of course, just with very minor OCD. First thread locked to Sam, thanks. Now with cake!! Come and celebrate Sam's birthday and the survival of the common room!]

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley had a busy day of eating, swimming, building sandcastles and hunting for lobsters. Now she dragged her pillow and blanket into the common room and sat on a couch. Looking around for a moment, she announced to the room. "I need a bedtime story!"

She curled up and waited for someone to comply.

[open for slumber party/story telling/hanging outness!]

the_merriest

Rikku hurried down to the gym in time for cheerleading, hoping that someone, anyone, would have an idea why her boyfriend was suddenly a cat. Was it cat day or something!?

She set kitty!Jude down in the bleachers so she could help to set up the tables. And hoped he wasn't going to wander off or anything.

[~~Please wait for OCD!~~ OCD up, play away! Posting as it wasn't up yet.]

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

"That was SO COOL," Lou said, bouncing ahead of Eddie and Charlie. "I got to shoot stuff and get messy and Thomas and Joanie were crazy! But good crazy! Can we go again?"

"Maybe later. Food first."

"I want pizza!" Eddie said.

"You *always* want pizza."

"So?"

"So you're gonna turn into a pizza face!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Guys!" Kawalsky cut them off. "Pizza's a sometimes food. We had it last night. We'll get a snack now and I'll cook something later for dinner, okay?"

"Okay!" they replied in unison.

"Good, then we can..." He trailed off when he saw who was walking in the other direction.

"Dad?" Eddie asked, frowning. "What is it?"

"It's okay," Kawalsky replied to him, then spoke to the newcomer to the group. "Hey Alanna."

[OOC: For

threeweapons and then whoever else after that.]

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

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky headed to the common room in search of snack food. He'd exhausted his own supply and didn't really feel like walking down to town to pick up some more. The common room was much closer.

As he stepped across the door threshold, he tried to put his foot down on the floor and found he couldn't. He poked the air and it seemed fine, but when he stepped fully into the room, there was no gravity to be had.

With a frown, he grabbed the door frame and tried to push himself off, floating through the air.

Sadly, the snacks were going to be more difficult to reach than he'd expected.

[OOC: Gravity-free common room! Come and float!]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

"Ricky" led the way out of Room 220 and made his way to the common room. He had a performance tonight, after all, and he had to get set up.

"Where is the band?" he wondered. "Luuuucy?"

[OOC: Peter and Zero received an anniversary present of matching gremlin bites. How sweet. Their humiliation is open to all, of course.]

swerval_zero

Zero lounged on the sofa in black pants and a Flogging Molly shirt, though even without the green in the shirt she would have been safe from evil pinchers thanks to the hue of her hair. The Pogues were blasting from the stereo, and in the kitchen was a feast of corned beef and cabbage, soda bread, and triple chocolate brownies. So that last wasn't Irish. Neither was Zero.

There was also, in lieu of beer, white grape juice with green food coloring in it.

Come! Enjoy!

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

Krycek had woken up with breasts. That, according to all the varied shrieks and high-pitched yelling he'd been hearing all morning, was apparently par for the course today.

After a morning of figuring out what exactly lay where, Krycek had found an older shirt of Jake's that had been jammed in a corner of the closet and fit reasonably well and belted a pair of jeans as tightly as possible around his waist, then walked barefoot out to the CR to make some waffles. Rummaging in the fridge gave him a wide array of toppings to put out for whomever wanted to join in.

For some reason, Krycek wanted chocolate syrup on his. Fandom was really really weird today.

[ooc: up for a few hours, so who wants waffles?]

Current Mood: hungry

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel is settling down on the couch when she comes across "The Archivist: Fate of Spike" followed by "The Archivist 2: Return to King Goomba's Mine."

"I don't know who this Bob Newhart guy is but he kicks mega-butt."

[Open. And this was always in the right comm]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had woken early, sore but happy, and for some reason restless. Not wanting to disturb Sam, he got dressed and took himself outside for a walk.

It was cold, but the morning was bright and crisp, and Jack was lost in thought as he wandered through the grounds. He was mostly oblivious to his surroundings, paying only enough attention to keep himself from tripping over or running into anything.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After stowing Jeremiah's tank and Xander's knapsack in 227, Bridge and Xander head off in search of spaghetti. Why didn't they just use the Synthetron? Well, spaghetti's like toast. It's more fun to make it yourself.

As luck would have it, the only Common Room kitchen currently stocked with any spaghetti noodles is the one on the fifth floor. So here they are. Making dinner.

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It was Valentine's day. Jack had it on good authority that it was a day dedicated to love and romance, the inevitable outcome of which was pretty much always sex. That made it his kind of day, and - seeing as he hadn't done anything for his birthday yesterday - he'd decided to do something for Valentine's Day.

Which was why he'd picked up some ~~handwavy~~ supplies after Spy Tech, and commandeered the second floor common room kitchen for the making of pancakes. Heart shaped pancakes, in fact.

This is not easy to do when you've only got the use of one arm, the left one being tucked away in a sling to keep it from moving around. But he was managing, sort of, accompanied by occasional swearing as he missed a flipped pancake.

There was strawberry syrup, maple syrup, chocolate syrup, and lots of whip cream (though it was the kind that came in a can) along with a slowly growing stack of pancakes.

[ooc: open of course - heart shaped pancakes for all!]

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

Krycek had gone to the common room to veg out a bit, but found himself wrestling with a goat for charge of the remote. "You can't even use it!"

"Maaa!"

"I'm not watching MTV," Krycek growled. "Just give it--"

*SNAP*

The goat jumped to the back of the couch with the ruined remains of the remote in his mouth, looking smug.

"You are really annoying," Krycek muttered as he got up to change the channel manually.

[ooc: ...goat modded with permission, yes.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course).

Kawalsky was in the common room with a couple of pizzas, knowing that it was always wise to bring extra if you were going to eat in a public space.

[OOC: Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

After seeing all that he could see in the school, Simba scampered on down to the school grounds. He felt more comfortable out in the grass and bushes than trapped inside the tight school buildings. so far, this had seemed like a good day.

If you listened carefully, you also might have been able to hear the faint sounds of musical theatre in the air.

[OOC: Main thread is ~~locked to people have been asked~~ now open. The rest of the post is open to all.]

Current Mood: artistic

kawalsky.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavily~~ calling Sam, Charlie headed down to where they'd agreed to meet. The wall separating the school from the rest of the town had stayed in good condition despite the troll invasion. He ran his fingers over a distinguishable crack in the stone. This was where they'd climbed over that weekend to get into town.

Charlie turned around and leaned against the wall to wait for Sam.

[OOC: For

carter_i_am. That they met is okay for broadcast, contents NFB.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

A banner has been posted at the entrance to the CR proclaiming:

UTOPIA NIGHT
-
(Not an Orgy)

The room is decorated in a jubilant way, (Or at least in a way that Jamie might think is jubilant) and a nice ~~moddable~~ array of food and drinks are provided as well as several "Utopia Stations" that everyone can attend and use for their delight.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

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.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky wasn't just in the common room. He was in the common room with enough junk food to last the night, pillows, all the blankets he could find and a bunch of chairs. The TV was playing the third hour of a Rescued by the Alarm marathon. It was the one where Bessie didn't get into the college she wanted and Shriek kept getting into the oddest colleges, so Bessie kept freaking out at everyone and scaring them with her giant feet.

Kawalsky was only half-watching it anyway. He was busy trying to make a giant room fort that covered the TV.

[OOC: Come one, come all! Help build the fort! Rescued by the Alarm is, of course, Saved by the Bell.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavy~~ shopping for supplies and food, Peter and Isabel decorated the Common Room and hung a banner across the back saying "Congratulations on Surviving Our First Week of Classes!"

A big cake ~~of whatever flavour you want to mod~~ saying much the same thing, soda, chips, and lots of other food were laid out on the table along with poppers, kazoos, noisemakers, and other party favours and games.

In short, the Common Room was set up for a big Student Council sponsored party for all students old and new.

{OOC: Isabel modded with permission. Have fun modding the party favours and games and food available!]

likethegun

Sam had spent the better part of his day dealing with a post-Seahorse party headache, and vowing to never eat another gummi bear again. Now that he was feeling better, he'd ventured out of his room and gone upstairs to relax on the fourth floor. Flipping through the TV channels had gotten him two Bitterwoman reruns, some cartoons, a news show, and what looked like some sort of movie about pirates, which he quickly decided to leave on.

A few minutes later, when the female pirates started taking each others clothes off, Sam figured out that it wasn't just a pirate movie - it was pirate porn, and he allowed himself to be intrigued for a few moments before realizing that the common room was probably not the best place to watch this sort of thing.

Sam hit the remote to change the channel, and frowned when nothing happened. Smacking the remote against the table a few times and trying again didn't work either, so he got up, went over to the television, and hit the buttons on the front to change the channel. Still nothing. Getting more frantic, Sam reached around to the back of the television and pulled the power cord from the outlet. And yet, the pirate porn remained, and Sam found himself wondering if fleeing would be a viable option.

[*blames this entirely on the FH SPN fans, and Eric Kripke, for giving us Sam canon that consists of "He's afraid of porn."* Ahem. Open to all! The pirate porn is...eclectic, so feel free to have your character come in while a different kind of pair is going at it. All I ask is that if you're somehow capable of fixing the television, please don't. *g*]

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!]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

It was cold out, but not the kind of cold that meant to stay indoors. It was more of the cold that was refreshing and conducive to a bored teenager on a Sunday night.

Kawalsky checked his supplies. Baseball bats? Check. Bucket of jello-filled water balloons? Check.

He picked up a bat and a balloon. He tossed the balloon into the air and hit it with the baseball bat.

Sure, it was going to make a mess, but nothing that couldn't be cleaned up easy enough.

[OOC: Open like an open thing that is open.]

stykera

Stark was feeling social tonight, so he'd made a ~~handwavey~~ run to J,GOB and picked up a very large assortment of cookies and brought them to the common room. He'd briefly toyed with the idea of two plates, one labeled "My Cookies" and the other "Your Cookies," but ended up putting them all on one large plate on the table by the couch.

He was now seated on a couch, happily nibbling on cookies and looking for something on TV to keep him entertained.

[Open like a common room post tends to be. Also, no fainting from shock plz.]

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky couldn't sleep. He'd been doing just fine for a while now, but he was back to his usual insomniac ways. With insomnia came time in the common room, and with time in the common room came TV watching.

TV watching in the wee hours of the morning with multidimensional cable could mean only one of two things - Bitterwoman reruns or jello wrestling. With bikinis.

In this case, the bikinis won.

[OOC: For anyone around in the wee hours who would like to watch some jello wrestling.]

fates_jaye

Jaye's glad to be the first one in a common room, just because it means she doesn't have to download all her TV for once. (Perfectly legally, of course.) She takes a seat right in front of the TV, grabs the remote, and completely fails to know what's on on Wednesdays anymore. She's all confused since the networks started switching things around the schedule and forgetting to appropriately advertise them. Pretty soon things'll start getting canceled. Freaking networks.

And it's best not to ask why there's a little lion sitting out on the table. Because then Jaye'll have to admit she's an idiot and there'll be flailing and no one wants that.

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky's head was pounding. He opened his eyes and found himself face-down on the floor of the Sixth Floor Common Room.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his side and clambered to his feet. "Hamlet?" Kawalsky called. What had happened last night? The details were a little fuzzy, but as he steadied himself, he tried to recall what went down.

They were in Room 666 with the book and the crazy window and the things flying at them. Then there was the big soul-sucking thing and some incantation and then...

He turned and stumbled as quickly as he could towards the door without falling over his own feet. Grabbing onto the door frame, Kawalsky hung out into the corridor and looked down at where the ridiculously long Sixth Floor corridor had been.

It was gone. All that remained was a normal dead end wall.

There were only a few rooms left. The endless stream of rooms was gone. Then he remembered. The hypercube section of the floor had collapsed in on itself. Kawalsky and Hamlet had run as fast as they could to keep ahead of the collapsing after the big 'thing' had heard the incantation.

They'd both landed pretty hard in the common room to avoid the thick layer of plaster and dust that now coated the remains of the corridor.

Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to push away the pounding headache he had, Kawalsky wondered what time it was and how long they'd been up here. He turned back around and saw Hamlet sprawled behind the couch.

He rushed to his side and shook him gently. "Hamlet? Hamlet?"

[OOC: For the Danish Emo Prince to wrap up the plot.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet lead the way down the stairs from the roof to the sixth floor. Somehow it seemed even emptier than usual tonight.

"Earl should be in one of these many empty rooms down here. There's currently no one else on this floor but Earl, and Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants, and I, but try to still not make too much of a mess."

[OOC: Locked to the group from the roof.]

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet headed up to the roof after his classes were over for the day. The roof was nice and cool this time of day, and it provided a great place to think about things.

It had been a fairly normal school day. Still he couldn't help feeling like he'd been forgotten to do something...

[OOC: ~~Locked to specific people, please.~~ Open for other roof-type needs after the group's moved on. The other half is over here.]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Seely was a woeful wee puppet man as he sat in the lobby with a poster almost the same height as him.

He also had cookies.

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up. Open to all! And royalty is meant in the absolute loosest sense possible. Seriously, if even someone just called your character a prince or princess once as a joke, Seely wants to kiss them, ~~I'm~~ he's that ~~mean~~ desperate.

~~ooc2: Crashing. Seely will respond to any pings after I wake up.~~

ooc3: Seely now be a wee plush newt. Feel free to mock the poor lad.]

Current Mood: sad

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.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter sat under a tree, reading a Ratguy & Sparrow, the Boy Marvel trade paperback. This was the classic storyline where the fans actually called an 800 number to vote for Sparrow's death. Comic fans were demented in the 80's.

Mainly he was just enjoying the evening. It was so peaceful out here...

[OOC: Here for someone in particular to ruin that peace, but open.]

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was up early and slightly nervous.

One could surmise she was nervous about traveling to a different planet and flying a real live spaceship. One could surmise she was nervous about the fact that, while she was toting an overnight bag and would apparently be gone for almost two days, she'd actually be back in time for lunch and that kind of freaked her out.

One could surmise any of those things and be somewhat accurate.

But she was more nervous about running into Charlie or Jamie after the conversation she had with Willow yesterday.

Hey, a girl's gotta have priorites.

So at the moment, she's toting her overnight bag through the lobby, on her way to grab breakfast before her trip, hoping not to run into anyone.

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie's got some cheesecake from her baking class and is ready to be sociable after not feeling well for the better part of last week.

[open!]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had woken up early, feeling restless, and had slipped quietly out of bed - not wanting to wake his guest - intending to go for a run.

That had lasted about two seconds after he set foot outside and felt how warm it was already. So instead of running, he was lounging lazily under a tree, watching the sky lighten, and contemplating whether the reward of caffeine was worth the effort of walking into town.

[Open! But I'm going to bed in about three hours.]

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!]

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

The gym was dark and quiet, except for two distinct and opposite corners of the gym, which were very well lit, almost as if it was intentional.

It seemed to be waiting, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. Or maybe it was the orchestra tuning up.

[ooc: Okay, all of these posts are ready for everyone to tag in. Posts are open to all. *crosses fingers*]

Current Music: Summer Nights

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.))

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After finishing up and sending off his article for the Hightimes, Peter walked out by the mightiest campfire in the land and took a seat. He started to juggle rocks. No, it wasn't terribly interesting, but it was a nice night to sit out and do anything to pass the time. So it worked for now.

[OOC: Open like a thing that is out enclosed by walls or locks or other things that might make something not open.]

like-a-sponge.livejournal.com

Greg was there, and with him he had several packets and jars of various substances that looked like they might be unpleasant to eat or get in one's eye. They were labeled things like MgSO₄²⁻ and Na₂B₄O₇·10H₂O.

He was also eating some marshmallows as he scorched them.

[Open, yay!]

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.))

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky was up early on Wednesday morning. He'd had enough of sleeping. Ever since the mummy attack, he'd either been sleeping, eating or watching TV. He'd been a little upset with himself for getting tossed around by the mummy king and definitely for not being as fit as he should have been. Kawalsky had gotten lazy. He hadn't exercised and he ate too much junk. As a result, he was slower than he wanted to be and unfit. That would change from today.

He still had his cast on, but it was healing well as far as he could tell, and the little bit of healing from Alanna in Crichton's room after the attack made sure that he could still write, even if his shooting aim was still a little off its normal accuracy.

Today was the day that he got off his backside and started a training regime. Kawalsky had done drill sergeant duty before. He'd trained plenty of kids in boot camp. Now he would face the ultimate challenge - trying to train himself.

He tightened his shoelaces and headed out for a run.

[OOC: Feel free to come along!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

The common room furniture has been rearranged around a tiny stage like you would see at a nursery school.

Like one used for a puppet show.

The sign on the entrance to the CR says:

Mutiple Madrox Productions Presents

SOCK PUPPET THEATER!

Prepare to be ~~socked~~ mocked!

[ooc: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up!]

[ETA ooc2:Going to bed. Will finish puppet show tomorrow]

[ETA2 ooc3:Show is now complete. Yay!]

Current Mood: mischievous

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

After leaving the gym and ~~handwave~~ stopping by the library to do some cleaning, Rory settled onto a couch in the second floor common room with a stack of books she'd unearthed.

There were several old, fascinating books that she had found tucked away in a back corner in the old librarian's office, covered with a light layer of dust. So she sat still with a book on Celtic symbology open on her lap, carefully sounding out the words.

[~~Locked to people who know who they are, for the moment.~~ open for CR socializing, as long as it's post Rory reading :)]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by Stickbug in the wee hours might notice quite a bit of pudding left around the cabin, a trail of which led back into the woods.

An even closer observer would notice Eip Gnomes creeping around and amusing themselves with the pudding.

As the pudding ran out, the gnomes grew unhappy and made their way into the cabin.

Stickbug boys would wake to find tiny gnomes cuddling them in their beds, because that's what happens when promises of pudding run out.

[omg I am a Stickbugmodder. Y'all can decide if there's a gnome in bed with you not dirty. I know Greggie has a gnome - can't speak for the rest of you. And no, they're not going to go away unless we give them something, and the Meerkats know what. :) Also, locked to the Stickbugs, at least for the time being.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

After waking up and finding something missing from each of their alcoves, the super sons of the Stickbug decided it was even more important to go through with their completely serious plan for peace.

Very quietly, the Stickbugs set up a table for their apology breakfast treat they promised a few days ago. A large cheesecake - that they in no way boobytrapped - was the centerpiece of this grand table of apology. Next to the cheesecake was all the coffee the Meerkats could drink - which was in no way boobytrapped for real because doing things to coffee was understood to be a hanging offense - and a sign that said "Sorry," making this the ultimate in peace offerings!

During this set up, a Stickbug who shall remain nameless at the moment walked around to the back of the cabin where the plumbing came in and made a small but important change.

The stage was set and the mighty Stickbugs stood there, waiting quietly for the Meerkats to ~~fall into their trap~~ wake up and accept this peace offering with the kind of skepticism that would truly be rewarded.

As they waited, they couldn't help but wonder where exactly their underwear was.

[OOC: ~~Currently locked to the Stickbugs and any Meerkats who may be waking up.~~There's been a cake explosion. You can probably notice this. And as a note to any Meerkats who might want to shower after this, your hot water has been turned off.]

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