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fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex didn't tend to celebrate every random holiday that came along but he kind of liked Independence Day. It usually meant he could crash at a friend's and get some free food and, even better, it meant playing with fire. With that in mind, he'd made a trip off island to pick up a few sparklers and some other other things to make the holiday complete.

Sure, he didn't have the food but he had a lighter (which meant he could smoke and set fireworks off) and he had the fireworks so he figured he was doing pretty all right. He wasn't even brooding. Rare thing, that. And probably safe since he was playing with fireworks.

[Deck's open! He's being safe, I promise, so feel free to join in, if you want!]

Current Mood: energetic

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

The cabins were starting to get to Alex. Sure, he and Griff often got into fistfights or bitch fights or any other type of fights but he'd only had to deal with one person when he was in a pissy mood. And Griff wasn't one to nag or be nosy so it'd been a copacetic situation.

Now, just to stop feeling like the walls were closing in on him, Alex had bolted out of his cabin and towards the campfire with the intention of smoking enough cigarettes to calm himself down. His mood was just fine, for once, but he was not built for cabin living.

At least the sun was going down and taking the temperature with it. Alex found a spot near the campfire, relaxed back against a log and stretched out, already lighting up a smoke and taking advantage of being outside to indulge in his favorite vice.

See, he already felt better.

[Campfire's hasn't lost that lovin' feelin' but it definitely has that open feelin'!]

Current Mood: restless

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The afternoon's venture out into the fog had left Dinah jumping at shadows and mildly unnerved. So heading to the roof to squint out at far-off, smudgy streetlights to convince herself there was nothing out there seemed like a good plan.

...did you hear that?

[open, and getting more jumpy by the minute]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona had made sure to have everything set up, just in case.

There was popcorn, loads of popcorn, so much popcorn... not to mention a few different seasoning salts and a bottle or two of cheese powder. There was a big blanket, a stack of the most terribly rated and ridiculous action/comedy DVDs, and a bunch of soda. And, of course, there was herself and her kitten (the first cradling the second in her lap). Everything was set for the evening...

Now all she needed was her... friend. Yes.

[intended for one specifically, but Fiona seriously overprepared so feel free to come!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona had been looking for Griff most of the day when she finally settled in the common room to hopefully catch him as he walked to his room. Of course, she knew it was entirely possible that he'd never actually walk past her, considering his talent, but it was as good an idea as any she could figure out. The little wrapped present sat next to her as she read, a glass of egg nog sitting on the table beside her mostly because that was what she'd read she was supposed to do. The TV wasn't on, but she wouldn't mind if it was. She wouldn't really mind anything right about now, because this book was even more boring than the last three times she'd read it.

[open as these things are]

bitchprince

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]

Current Mood: relaxed

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Dr. Alex Karev was stressed. People just kept coming and getting sick and dying on him. He couldn't seem to save anyone. Medical school, internships and residencies hadn't prepared him for being a real doctor. It was just so hard. But he was determined. And he was ready to give medical aid and advice to those who needed it. He'd ~~handwritten~~ signs and stuck them around the dorms that said SICK PEOPLE THIS WAY and pointed them in his direction.

After that, it meant moving things out of the way and getting himself some cots and chairs and curtains. He hadn't ever been away from Seattle Grace before but a small clinic would give him more of an opportunity to expand and help more people.

Plus, it meant he was in charge too. Alex, you see, liked power. This was his clinic and he'd run it how he damn well pleased. He might not be all that prepared to be a full fledged doctor but the best way to learn was jump into the fire and get some practical experience.

He was a doctor, dammit.

[this is exactly what it looks like! makeshift clinic post for those that are in comas, preggo, have tropical diseases, or just wanna hang out in hospitals and talk to doctors who are always on breaks like people do on soaps! alex totes thinks he's a doctor and a damn good one. he has awful bedside manner so be prepared! first floor is open to everyone!]

Current Mood: accomplished

futuresmuggler.livejournal.com

Mirax was loving the odd stuff this week. Sure, the egg nog shower was nothing she would ever discuss with anyone, and the elf costume hadn't been entirely flattering even if the bells on the shoes made a pretty noise, but the little Christmas tress had been nicely festive, and as the day went on, finding ornaments everywhere had become sort of like a game.

So while the TV was on for noise, Mirax was finding reasons to get up every now and then and check inside a drawer or something. She was amassing quite the little pile of stuff on the coffee table. And she didn't even know what Christmas was.

[Sooooo open.]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck was bored and tired of hanging around his room so when he finally got out of bed on Friday he decided to get out for a bit. Not to a common room since his post-Thanksgiving hangover wasn't allowing for him to be quite that social at the moment, but he knew he could handle being out on the roof for a bit. It was cold, but nothing Chuck couldn't handle. The scarf did more than make him look fantastic, you know.

[Oooopen]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

With it still looking a little too rainy to properly enjoy the roof, Alex took himself down to the common room in an attempt to find something to do with himself. After a few moment's thought, he'd wandered over to the small kitchen area and started scrounging for the things he needed to make grilled cheese sandwiches with. After mentioning it the other day, he'd found himself with a craving.

He took time out to flick the television on, finding something mindless to give him some background noise while cooked. Of course, it'd been a few months since he'd made a grilled cheese sandwich for himself so he figured he was going to burn at least one sandwich or set something on fire. He hoped for the former but wouldn't mind the latter. It'd be funny, at least.

[cr's open like cr's tend to be!]

Current Mood: determined

youcantfollow.livejournal.com

Griff had apparently missed the Darkest Night premiere the evening before. This was probably because he spent too much time reading stupid novels in his room.

So tonight he was in the common room, his tiny self flopped on a sofa, and discovering there really was nothing interesting on the television. "I should've brought a book with me," he lamented into his coffee mug.

It would be wrong to teleport back to the room for one, right?

[OMM it's been too long since I've done one of these!]

Current Mood: lacking motivation

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Time for dorm-jumping! Dinah had plenty of gear out for rappelling, and already had her vest and harness on. This time the Sixth Floor wasn't in the middle of construction, so it was going to be a lot easier. Plus, a couple people had promised they'd try it. At least once.

For now, there was grinning off the edge and waiting for people to show up.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD up!]
[Up earlyish for great justice. It's an open roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by, or assume Dinah told you. Or to see people out your window - ping in to the floor comment with a link to an already-open room or CR, or comment from your floor. This is how it worked the last couple times.]

puppy_fair

"Dodging," Arthur started, as soon as all had assembled, "Is a fine art in and of itself. When you lose your weapon, you may not be able to replace it. And even if you do have it, it might be useful to avoid being struck in the face." He paused briefly, grinning once. "But ask Zack about that. Today, we will be practicing that skill: it's a basic fighting technique, but there's no reason we shouldn't be brushing up on it."

Zack did his best to look indignant, but mostly he just came off as 'playfully pouty.' It was entirely possible that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to look indignant years ago.

"We're not going to do full-out sparring today, because there are so many different skill levels here, and we don't have a means of pairing you off the same way that Fight Club has. But we are going to pair you off anyhow. One of you will be our designated hitter, and please, don't use any powers, or super strength, or anything like that until your partner confirms that it's alright. The other one will dodge. Don't get hit, guys. It's not really all that fun. Throw a few hits, dodge a few hits, and swap off every five minutes." He swayed on his heels for a moment, and then added. "If anyone ends up hurt, then stop. If the injury is serious, let us know right away so that I can give you a healing potion or so we can get your butt to the clinic post-haste."

"Above all, share what you know," Arthur finished. "If someone conducts a particularly ambitious swerve, ask how, and attempt to repeat it. Remember to keep your distance, to watch your opponent's movements, and not to lose control of your own. I believe that's everything; grab a partner, and get to work."

puppy_fair

"It's introductions time again," Zack said, launching right into his greeting the moment it looked like everyone who was going to show up for the Reserves meeting was there. This was in no small part due to the fact that he'd only actually met one of the new kids yet, and his wiggly puppy sense was tingling.

A lot.

"Every semester we seem to get a trickle in of new faces, so it can't hurt for all of us to stand up and share! We need names, your fighting experience and weapons proficiency, and what kind of other skills you might have that would come in handy in an invasion situation!"

A pause. A kind of squirmy sway from one foot to the other. Zack wanted to get started on that noooooow.

"You new guys have probably had the invasions mentioned to you at least once by now, I hope. If not, uh... Welcome to Fandom Island! That sort of thing is what we're here for! I'll go first! I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class, so yes, I am a kid in the military, and I do have a pretty decent rank, too. My weapon of choice is a sword and materia- little round spheres that let me cast spells, like fireballs or healing. I have access to items that can heal a person in a pinch, too, which comes in really handy on the field. Okay! Somebody else's turn!"

People! Introductions! Yay!

[OCD is up, and once again, the reserves are open to anyone who feels compelled to stumble along to scope it all out. We love new faces, from fighters and those interested in becoming them!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

After discerning that the men of Fandom were getting in touch with their feminine sides today, through her interaction with Worf this morning and a quick -- overwhelming, but thankfully quick -- mental scan of the dorms, Sookie made her way out to the common room with a mission in mind.

First, she had obtained copies of a few movies -- The Journal was where she was starting, but she figured that a little social experiment about whether chick flicks would appeal to the boys in their new bodies was worth attempting. She'd brought out tissues, too, considering that she knew she'd need them, if no one else. She'd heard about this movie.

Secondly, she had a bag of little individually-wrapped chocolates. Again, social experiment. She was just curious. And completely willing to share.

[open like a common room. The Journal = The Notebook, which

missed_the_gate HATES, somehow! I think she has no soul.]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

The sun had set, and darkness was falling, but Rose didn't want to go up to her room. She also couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was going to come out of the trees, and that it wasn't safe to stay outside without a weapon or a patrol.

Which was the reason that Rose sat down in one of the chairs, trying not to think about anything other than fun way she'd spent the afternoon and playing with her phone until it was late enough to text Lissa. She wasn't going to let some stupid ~~fear~~ worry about a world that wasn't hers drive her inside before she was good and ready to go, dammit.

[Not having a roof on the deck, it seems to be open!]

vanillajello

Kate had spent the past few days mostly on her own. She had hung out in her alcove, listening to music, reading magazines and books and comics, and just generally enjoying some quiet time by herself.

But now she felt like it was time to socialize again, which was why she was at the main campfire. She hadn't brought any snacks with her, hoping someone else might bring something.

She was just sitting there, looking at the fire.

[Open like an open campfire is! ETA: I'm crashing for the night, will pick up pings tomorrow.]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

After the disastrous discussion she'd had with Arthur at the reserves, Fiona had made her way back to her cabin and tried to relax a bit with a book. Books, however, had brought up the discussion in her mind and after slicing off half of her bedsheet with one of the pages, she'd decided that a fire might be the way to go.

...it would keep her away from her things at any rate.

Which was why she was out at the campfire, a bag of marshmallows on one side and a few sticks laid out next to them. She couldn't eat them but she'd decided to take a page from Ender and offer them for those who might want to. Oddly enough, just the items made her feel better.

[open as campfires are]

bitchprince

So they couldn't have a reserve leader meeting this week, because Leto was a tree. Arthur being Arthur, he was fairly convinced Leto was just doing it to spite everyone (especially him), but that was hardly the reason he was behind the dorms this morning.

"Today, we're going to be working on fortifying the dorms," Arthur announced, "As well as setting up for their defense. If a fighting force somehow breaks through the gates, it will be of great importance to ensure that the dorms are kept safe and well-defended." He... took a moment to ~~handwavily in order not to break the mun's brain~~ elaborate on his own time's strategies for ~~standing in a square with spears hoping something will fall on them~~ defense of such buildings. It involved barricades. And fires. And, okay, standing in a square with spears hoping something would fall on it, but he said it... a little classier than that.

"I would like you all to take a march around the building," because physical exercise was also always good, "And find the weak spots. Windows, damaged walls, and the like. There are a number of defensive positions we can take in order to safeguard the gates. I've listed a number of them, but go take a look and bring us your own ideas."

He nodded at the crowd, then paused. "If anyone is searching for Lord Leto," he said, "He's currently topiary, but with any luck, he'll grace us with his presence again next week."

Seriously. Couldn't Leto turn into a tree when it was actually useful, like in a quiet week where Arthur could have the room to himself?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

youcantfollow.livejournal.com

Griff was almost thankful for the steady throb of his hangover as it helped him not try to think or remember because that would start the groaning again and his head already was in danger of exploding. At least that was how it felt.

He was sprawled out in the shade next to the dead campfire, far from the stench of last night's clothes, clutching an unopened six-pack of water to his chest.

"I need to be magic," he muttered, wincing as his fingers dully smashed at the plastic encasing the bottles and keeping him from the only thing he knew could help him just then.

[Open like an unlit campfire!]

future_sandworm

Clearly he had chosen completely the wrong workshops this time. The one he had thought was about art had turned out to be about stealing art (and why would he do that?) and the other one (Leto wondered if he had accidentally got it wrong) made even less sense. Clearly he would have to find some other means to further his education during the rest of the summer.

While contemplating this, Leto watched the flames of the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of spice coffee. Perhaps he should attempt to make some of those s'mores that were so popular here.

[Open, of course]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

It had taken Alex all of ten minutes to pack and then unpack. Unpacking, in this instance, meant kicking his bag under his bed and leaving it there. Once that was done, he wandered down to the main campfire, a place he'd frequented during the previous trip to the cabins. Claiming a spot on the first night seemed like the right thing to do so he settled down, legs stretched out in front of him.

The clouds looked a little threatening but rain would only bother him if he lit a cigarette and had it go out. He'd just have to light another or something. Not like it hadn't happened before. For now, he'd take the warm, cloudy night and his last bit of relaxation before classes started again.

[open like the vegas strip!]

Current Mood: mellow

bitchprince

Yesterday night at Reno's had involved more drinking, but unlike Saturday, Arthur had taken some care in what he consumed. That meant he was reasonably free of a hangover as he strolled into the salle early that morning, taking his usual practice blade for the time being.

Merlin had followed him there, of course, and was now present in the salle going about his morning duties. He occasionally cast the boy a glance between drills, mostly to determine if any of the previous night's weirdness still held up.

[[ open salle, and merlin modded here with permission ]]

youcantfollow.livejournal.com

As much as Griff hoped there was no real need to be prepared for problems in Fandom, he'd spent the afternoon acquiring jump sites around the island that would likely only be useful if there was need.

His last stop was the dorm roof. Finding it was a pleasant evening, Griff took a seat and got out his notebook to start sketching the Fandom skyline in the summer light.

It seemed June had its perks, after all.

[Open roof!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: awake

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

When you spend several long (but very, very good) days in your (or someone else's) dorm room, you almost got the urge to go outside and make sure the sun was still there. So, that's what Alex was doing. It was warm but not mind numbingly hot and the sun was coming and going between clouds.

He was pleasantly tired and content with nursing a bottle of water (yes, water) and smoking every so often. And hey, at least he could remember the past several days. He'd had weeks where he couldn't remember much at all before. This was an improvement.

Alex was actually having a good few days. That was a surprise to him most of all.

[couldn't let the nice weather pass without a deck post! open as they are!]

Current Mood: relaxed

gobrookeyourself

There were pros and cons to the greatest week ever.

Pros: Boys. And a valid, obvious reason to do them without anyone getting judgey.

Cons: Usually she could do what she wanted when she wanted with who and it was no problem, so that part wasn't really any different from her on a normal day. But after a while that antsiness came back, and at this time of the day on a Saturday, who knew who was actually around/not already- ahem- busy.

So it was a mildly frustrated Brooke waiting impatiently for the coffee to brew, sometimes with irritated hand gestures that she knew wouldn't work and the occasional, "Come on already." Because it had not occurred to her that caffeine would not help.

[I am up too damn early and nowhere I need to be opens for hours. Entertain me.]

wantstodirect

For the Darkest Night finale episode, Tony ~~handwavily~~ picked up a couple of pizzas and several pints of ice cream. He filled up a plate for himself with a little of each. Mmm, pepperoni and chocolate. Wasn't too bad, actually.

Tonight's season finale episode featured a number of flashbacks from Raymond Dark's life. From the previews, it looked like most of them involved waterfalls, children in white clothing and butterflies. Very existential. Tony hoped they could fit some shirtless Lee in there somewhere. Maybe under the waterfall.

[Open! Last non-rerun DN post until fall.]

Current Mood: hungry

wantstodirect

Due to Skrull invasions and cabin living, Tony was now three weeks behind on the best vampire detective show on syndicated TV, Darkest Night. And this Wednesday was the season finale.

So Tony picked up a box of goodies from J, GOB and settled in the second floor common room with pastries, popcorn and a bomb bottle of cola to catch up on the episodes he'd missed. Pastries for eating, popcorn for throwing at the screen. Given that the first episode he was watching featured a zombie invasion, he was going to need a lot of popcorn.

"Come on, are you serious? No zombie's that tough!"

[Open! About Darkest Night.]

Current Mood: relaxed

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

He wasn't going to admit that it was boredom that drove him out of his alcove and to the main campfire. He wasn't bored. He was just...without anything to do. Boredom he could have solved by sleeping. Nothing to do meant he wanted something to do and thus, he took himself to the main campfire. Despite the warmth, he lit the fire anyway. If anything, he could light his cigarettes on it.

Though, even he was intelligent enough to realize that was a really dumb idea and would only be tried if he got himself drunk. The snag in that idea was that he had no alcohol with him. Sad, really. He could have done with a nice bender.

Instead, he was just going to lay against a log and smoke for awhile. If he were some deep poet type, he'd call it stargazing. Since he wasn't that type, he was calling it relaxation. It worked for him.

[i declare this campfire open!]

Current Mood: moody

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Once the sun went down, a rather spectacularly large bonfire was lit for the party. No, Merlin was not aware it was now celebrated on the first of May. Calenders change, after all.

There was even a crudely constructed maypole there in case anyone felt the need to dance around it. They did so at their own peril, of course. The mockery that may ensue would probably be great.

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Since his first class was tomorrow, Alex decided to venture out of his cabins (seriously, CABINS) to the main campfire. He almost expected some counselor to already be there, guitar in hand, asking him to sing Kumbaya. Mercifully, the main campfire was devoid of anything but a few logs and the actual fire.

Alex took a seat and tossed his cigarettes next to him. He'd need those shortly, he was sure. For now, he was just going to enjoy the quiet and the mild weather.

He'd survived three days in this place so far. He was hesitant to call that a win.

[open campfire is always open!]

Current Mood: apathetic

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Entries tagged with griffin o'connor

The Deck | Evening | Sunday | July 4

Main Campfire | Evening | Saturday | June 12

The Roof, Tuesday evening

Second Floor Common Room - Saturday evening - 02/13

2nd Floor Common Room - early evening - 12/25

Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | sunday | december 6

first floor rec room / makeshift clinic | saturday | december 5

Fourth floor common room- Friday evening

Roof; Friday Afternoon

second floor common room | early evening | friday | november 13

Second Floor Common Room | Tuesday Evening

The roof, late afternoon/evening, Friday

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes

Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

Monday Evening - Deck

Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

Galaxy Quest campfire - Tuesday evening - 7/14

Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

Ninth Hell Campfire, Friday Afternoon

Ninth Hell Campfire, Monday evening

main campfire | evening | sunday | july 5

The Salle, Monday Morning

Dorm Roof, Saturday Evening

Lawn of the Dorms | Late, Late, Late Night (2am EST)

Deck \ Sunday \ Afternoon \ June 7

Second floor common room, Saturday morning

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

Main Campfire, Saturday Evening

Main Campfire, Friday Evening

Main Campfire, Monday Evening

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