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iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The deck was out of the rain, something important when there were two Firecats and the Son of The Sun to keep dry, which was why Karal had suggested it.

Karal and Altra watched as Solaris made herself comfortable on one of the chairs, her two guards standing unobtrusively in the background. She seemed to be enjoying her time here, which was something of a relief.

He was less nervous than he had been yesterday, nothing disastrous having happened (though Altra was keeping a sharp eye out for gremlins). She smiled her thanks as he handed her a cup of tea and, once she was settled, he leaned forward slightly, the two of them talking quietly about matters both Karsite and Fandomish.

[ooc: Open yay!]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton had spent almost the entire day working on the mural for Meg's wall. It was mostly done and she was tired and needed to be out of the paint fumes for a while.

So for now she was stretched out on the couch, feet up, watching some night time teenage soap opera and seriously considering throwing her popcorn at the screen.

[OOC: Open as CR's are!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean didn't have any classes today and figured he could start off the term by making breakfast for whoever happened by. And if no one happened by, then there'd just be a lot of food for him to eat.

Really, there wasn't any bad here.

[ooc: open like a common room is, now with more free breakfast!]w

Current Mood: productive

endsthegame

The campfire had been comfortable enough the last time Ender had sat here, and it served its purpose enough the next time around. His notepad laid unused in his lap, his pen discarded somewhere on top of it. He was staring at the fire. He wondered if maybe this boredom was part of his atonement-- but then again, that was a ridiculous thought in and of itself.

He didn't know. He had marshmellows.

[ open campfire, wheee ]

the_merriest

Cabins! You know, Rikku had missed campfires so much. You could make s'mores and mountain pies and hot dogs and then you could all sit around chatting and watching the fire and how awesome was that? Severely awesome.

So Rikku had piles of goodies and pie irons and sticks and she was having a grand old time. And the Icklest Koala campfire? Was so, so open to anyone who wanted some campfire food. Mmmmm, campfire food.

(OOC: I have not had a mountain pie since the fourth of July, woe! OPEN CAMPFIRE IS OPEN.)

Current Mood: hungry

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Not that he was obsessed or anything, but Cal, even though he'd ~~handwavily~~ been up all night writing, still made himself go down to the gym fairly early, wanting to squeeze in a decent set of weights before he went about his errands for the day. Well, errand, really. Whatever. He did some lazy stretching for a bit longer than usual and then hopped up on a treadmill, hoping the running would wake him up a bit before he put himself between a bench and considerable weights.

[[ yup. obligatory and open, la la la. And it even always had the right day, too. Scout's honour. ]]

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Well. This was...different. She felt tall and lithe. Streamlined. More like a thoroughbred than a show horse. Inara felt like dancing. This was a body made for fun, and dancing, and play. Amber was certainly very lucky.

So, she turned on the radio until she found an oldies station and improvised steps like she'd seen in old vids on the cortex as she made herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Oh, so very open!]

Current Mood: giddy

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Inara was on her way into the common room to see what was on television when she passed by a rat in a state of dishabillé, hiding behind the door frame, peeking in at a large group of rats in petticoats.

The one in the center was on a chair or stool of some kind, and singing,

Poor wandering one!
Though thou hast surely stra-ayed,
Take heart of grace,
Thy steps retrace,
Poor wandering one!

The singing rat hopped off the stool and gestured toward the door, almost as if she knew the rat in his knickers was standing there, sighing wistfully at her.

Poor wandering one!
If such poor love as mine
Can help thee find
True peace of mind
Why, take it, it is thine!
Take heart, fair days will shine;
Take any heart take mine!

Inara gave the rat a little nudge forward with her foot, then walked into the room and took a seat on the couches, wondering what else she would see.

[ooc: Open! We're in the first act of Pirates of Penzance, if anyone wants to play along!]

Current Mood: confused

not-that-gentle.livejournal.com

She'd been forewarned by Peter (and with Willow around, she was even less surprised) that the technology would be much advanced in comparison to what they knew. So when she discovered the televisions in the common rooms as she explored, Susan wasn't shocked or surprised so much as intrigued.

It took her a little while to work out how everything functioned, between the screen and the little rectangular thing with the buttons. However, once she understood that pointing the thing at the television and pressing the buttons was a way to control it, Susan made herself comfortable on the couch with some tea, and slowly began to peruse the channels.

[open as common rooms are!]

solo_sword

Yesterday had left Jaina with more serious thoughts than she wanted to have, so she spent her morning trying out different scenarios in the flight shed. She would have been mentally thanking Anakin for the key but she was still a little upset over that boyfriend-threatening thing, so there went that.

When she got back, she decided since it wasn't really raining rain, there was no harm in starting a campfire. Besides, the candy rain meant s'mores might be more interesting, so she brought graham crackers out from the cabin, too. Even a year later, the Turtles had made their impression.

[Yes I changed it. There was peer pressure. Open! Boooooooooooooooooooooored.]

Current Mood: calm

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Anyone passing by would hear a great deal of swearing in Chinese, but probably wouldn't be able to see much in the dark.

Inara had (rather reluctantly) discovered that starting a campfire was much more complicated than it looked, particularly when one had never done it before.

Any help would probably be vastly appreciated.

Current Mood: frustrated

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

So far, Ned hadn't changed into an animal. Or been bitten by a gremlin. Or had a run in with a vampire.

Instead, Ned had gotten lost on his own floor, had to fight his dog for space on his bed and had to re-pack everything to move down to a cabin. He hadn't been camping in...ever. His father had promised but then there was that postcard and the boarding school and everything else.

"It's rustic," Ned said quietly, looking over at Digby who was a safe distance away. "Right?

Digby didn't answer. "Right," Ned said, nodding and crossing his arms. "Rustic."

[Open campfire is OPEN. I love cabins.]

solo_sword

After being on the receiving end of a gremlin's bite, Jaina, Evey and Inara headed into the common room, because that was the best place for a show. There may have been a little strut like movement involved, even.

It was best not to wonder where they got the clothes.

[So they sort of think they're Pussycat Dolls. Come on and get your brains done broked.]

Current Mood: musically inclined

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was spending his morning playing with Trenor. It wasn't as if he had a lot of options, what with the whole looking like a horse thing.

First they'd played 'I chase you around the stable', and then they'd played 'You chase me around the stable'. Now they were playing 'run around the stable as fast as you can, pretend to be scared of something, then run around it the other way'.

Both horses, no matter that one of them was actually a person and a priest, were obviously having a wonderful time.

saltandammo.livejournal.com

It had been a while since he'd done the open brunch thing and with things finally feeling like they were getting back to something resembling normal for him, it felt like a good time to do it again.

So here Dean was in the kitchen of the common room, dividing his attention from the food cooking and the book Karal had given him to read. Who said he couldn't multitask?

Current Mood: content

saltandammo.livejournal.com

After some coffee to wake up, Dean headed down to the gym and began to make sure things were set up for Karal's self defense lesson. He'd even managed to scrunch up two staffs to start with the weapons.

Now all he needed was a certain sunpriest to teach.

[for said priest, but open for all your workout needs]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Talking to Sam in the clinic yesterday had only increased Luke's never-helpful "bad feeling," so after checking in on Sam's pet as promised, trying to get Vladdie to come out from under the bed (not happening), and ignoring the irritated glares of Yoda the turtle, Luke trotted down to the salle with his lightsaber and a couple of training remotes.

He slapped a "Caution: Live Fire. Knock Before Entering" sign on the door and then kicked four remotes to life and began to practice, immersing himself in the Force.

[OOC: Open for all of your Jedi-gawking needs.]

Till I Start to Believe - Melanie Doane

Current Mood: anxious

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

A cheerful fire was crackling away just at the edge of the Preserve, where it could probably be seen from the dorms. It was safer here, away from the dry underbrush, and Galahad could watch the stables. Which was important in case anyone else appeared there over night.

There was a half-naked bard curled up next to him, one who was fast asleep with a stomach full of roasted bunny, his head pillowed on Galahad's mail shirt. It didn't look at all comfortable, but he'd accepted that his new-found companion was far from normal.

Galahad leaned back against a tree, his sword naked beside him, and stared at the stars that weren't his stars. He was alert to any danger, but for the most part was relaxing in the warmth from the fire.

Gawain, the horse he'd ~~stolen~~ borrowed was hobbled and grazing close by (Trenor was getting very annoyed with this whole thing, and he wanted his stall now), and there was even some left over bunny, should anyone happen to wander by in need of dinner.

[ooc: completely open, and Chaucer and his near nudity modded with permission.]

withoutverona

Romeo Montague had had a strange day in a strange week of what had been a pretty strange year.
Inspired by an episode of Vanessa Saturn, he decided a drinking game was in order. Specifically "I Never." And so invitations, written in a slightly florid hand, were slipped under dorm room doors -- some of new friends, some belonging to complete strangers.

There was a stash of booze set up under the coffee table, and Romeo sipped a rum-and-cider as he waited to see if anyone would actually show up.

[OOC: Fair warning per the admins -- this is a high school. You get punk in drublic, or the converse, you might get punished. So ... don't get caught?]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Given the nasty weather, Karal had tied Trenor in the walkway of the stables instead of taking him outside. The horse was relaxed while Karal groomed him, the occasional ear twitch or content sigh the only clue that he wasn't asleep.

It might be cold outside, but it was warm in the stables, smelling of clean horse and clean hay, and Karal was humming under his breath, completely lost in what he was doing.

[ooc: for two in particular, but completely open.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael had set up in the common room kitchen to provide breakfast again.

This morning, it was pancakes.

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Okay, so How to Be Cool Class was going to be...trying.

But that didn't matter to Luke because today there was snow!

He'd spent much of the break in Connecticut, which was why he knew the most appropriate thing to do when he went back outside (bundled beyond all reason because when it came down to it, he was still from Tatooine) was to fall backwards and make snow angels.

The giggling part was completely voluntarily.

[OOC: Come play in the snow!]

Rocks and Trees - The Arrogant Worms

Current Mood: giggly

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was mostly over his cold, and completely sick of his room. He knew it was Christmas today, not that he really knew what that involved, but there was one Karsite tradition he was quite sure would fit.

Hot spiced cider.

There was a pot of it mulling on the stove, smelling of cinnamon and spices and all things yummy and if it was a teeny bit alcoholic, it was only enough to warm.

Karal was curled up on the couch with a mug of cider, reading, while Altra sprawled across the back of it. With the dorms as quiet as they were, he wasn't sure if there was anyone left, but he'd made enough cider for anyone who might wander by.

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Inara was watching the Macy's Day parade, drinking from a large mug of tea and nibbling at some toast. She was unable to believe that this was a real activity and confused by the point of the exercise. The holiday sounded intriguing and worthwhile, but she wasn't exactly sure how to participate properly.

[ooc: Open!]

Current Mood: confused

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

There was a large Firecat taking up pretty much the entire common room couch. Altra wasn't exactly giving off happy kitty vibes while he stared out the window, so it was probably best not to disturb him.

Karal didn't even try, just sat at the table with a pot of tea, attention divided between Altra, his notebook, and the box of savoury pastries he'd bought from J, GoB after class. There were far more than he could eat alone, so he'd be happy to share.

"Are you sure you don't want one?"

Altra looked at him long enough to say, :No,: then turned back to the window.

Karal shook his head and sighed, then nibbled on a pastry while he made more notes.

[ooc: open, of course.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal was happy. Really, truly happy. He was back in Fandom, to stay, this time, and everything in his world was going well.

There was really nothing to be unhappy about! So, in minor celebration, he was participating in an uniquely Fandom activity: Pizza and television.

There were a number of pizzas, because he'd determined those were the rules if you brought pizza to a common room: you always brought enough to share, and Karal was sitting on the couch, slowly flipping through the channels as he tried to work out what everything was.

Altra was sprawled across the back of the couch, contributing snarky commentary. Luckily, only Karal could hear it, though anyone watching might wonder about his apparently random moments of laughter.

[ooc: it's a common room, so of course it's open, and there are moddable pizzas for all!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

For the first time in what felt like forever, Karal had taken Trenor for a long ride, finishing with a run in the Preserve.

Now they were relaxing in front of the dorms, Karal under a tree, Trenor grazing on the long line, and Altra sprawled across one of the tree's branches, legs and tail dangling.

Karal wasn't used to or comfortable with doing nothing, but considering what the next few days would bring, he could enjoy it for now.

[ooc: it is open, yes.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After being bit by gremlins and making an emergency stop at a janitor's closet that for some reason had matching costumes in their sizes, Jim, John, Gavin, and Karal made their way to the common room.

And then...

"Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop *weird finger-to-cheek popping noise*"

[OOC: They think they're a barbershop quartet. Come and get a free concert!]

moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com

At least she knew her name now, and knew that she liked feeding a horse apples and made unusual cookies. She still had no memories of her life before Saturday morning, and it was becoming increasingly frustrating. With a frown River sat crosslegged on the lawn, studing the marked poems in her books for further relevations.

[open]

Current Mood: confused

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal had been working in his room most of the day, but it was gorgeous outside, no sign of rain, and he was getting a bit sick of being cooped up in there, so he packed up all his papers and carried them downstairs to the picnic tables.

As it happened, they also gave him a lot more space to spread out, so that's what he did, covering one table completely.

Just in case, he made sure everything was held down with rocks so it wouldn't blow away, then settled in to writing his report to send home to Karse.

[ooc: open of course. Just FYI, he's writing in Karsite, and it looks like this.]

ambassadorinara.livejournal.com

Deciding that it had been too long since she'd practiced, Inara wandered down to the salle, in the hopes that they had a fencing foil or something similar that she could work with. When she picked up the foil, though, she found it too light for her. She eventually settled on an épée, finding it more like what she was used to. Once she had its weight settled comfortably and familiarly in her hand, she started running through a series of lunges.

She didn't have protective equipment on, but that would change if someone showed up and wanted to spar.

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

The heat didn't much bother Gavin. The fact that the chocolate chips in his cookies kept melting did bother him. The fact that he'd forgotten to bring a napkin or a rag or anything like that out with him and was causing him to have to wipe his hands on his shorts was another annoyance.

The fact that there was no sand was a definite plus. But melty cookies was no fun. And if Commander Antilles or even Corran knew he'd just thought about melty cookies, he'd be laughed at mercilessly.

Still, he was determined to get some sun. Too bad he'd forgotten sun screen too. But, he had cookies.

[Open yay]

solowhistler.livejournal.com

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

[Open!]

notqueenyet.livejournal.com

Aravis was curled up on the couch, a dog at her feet and a bag of popcorn beside her.

No, of course it wasn't burned. That might imply that she had followed the directions as best she could, and still failed. Which was certainly not the case.

She flipped through the channels on the television, no real aim in mind aside from steering away from anything with that obnoxious false-sounding laughter. Her mind was elsewhere, and possibly pondering how she could possibly mock that awful woman more. It had suddenly become vastly more appealing, now that she was not allowed.

[oooooooooopen like a thing]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack had gone for a run. A very long run, down to the beach and back, though about half way through he'd decided he was insane, because it was too damn hot, which was bad timing, because he still had to run back.

Luckily there was a hose he could soak his head with and a nice bit of lawn to stretch out on. Which was what he was doing right now, wearing nothing but a pair of very short shorts, lying on his back while he worked on his tan.

[ooc: and lo, the post was open!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

If it looks like Mel has ransacked her room and pulled out the basic necessities for spending the night in the CR, it because she has.

Anyone coming into the CR at this time will see that she's watching some movie with Will Smith and muttering how men in general are just stupid.

[ooc: Open.]

Current Mood: irritated

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

Karal's first clue something was wrong was when he slid open the stable door and there was no demanding whicker. His second was the total lack of horse.

His third was the partially clothed, wide eyed young man standing in Trenor's stall.

"Hello?" Karal slowly opened the door, worry over Trenor pushed away by worry over this stranger's obvious distress. "It's all right," he said soothingly, keeping his voice low. "No one will hurt you." The reaction was instantaneous, and not at all what he expected.

"Karal! Karal Karal Karal!" The young man lunged forward and shoved his head against his chest.

Karal stared. Altra stared. :That's Trenor.:

"What?!" he exclaimed, making - Trenor? - shy away. "Shhh, it's all right. I'm sorry."

Trenor returned, leaning against Karal, trembling slightly. "Everything is strange, and the stall is wrong, and I'm hungry."

Karal patted him awkwardly on the shoulder, and Trenor relaxed. After a minute he pulled away, smiling brightly. "Can we go out now? I want to run. And get something to eat."

Karal stepped out of the way, but Trenor just looked at him until he said, "It's okay, you can go out. Just don't go too far."

Trenor, well, trotted was the only word for it, out of the stall, out of the stable, and onto the grass. Karal followed slowly, watching Trenor run across the lawn towards the dorms, then back to circle around Karal and Altra. "Altra?" he asked weakly.

:I have no idea. But it's him.:

"Right." This was going to be a very interesting day. He was just grateful Trenor was wearing pants.

[ooc: open if you like! But I'm going to sleeeep in a bit.]

lovesrenoir.livejournal.com

Anyone wondering why there is loud booming noises this late at night might find that it would be the result of a muppet playing drums.

Loudly.

While wearing a mumu with balloons stuffed under it.

It's probably best not to ask why. Not that Animal would be able to explain it anyway.

Especially since Animal is in the middle of a drum solo that would make Neil Peart want to stab his eyes out with his own drumsticks.

"BEAT DRUM! BEAT DRUM!"

[ooc: open!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean had got a fire going and was reclining lazily against a log with a soda and staring up at the night sky. The assignment in Treasure Hunting had him thinking about stars again and he was seeing how many constellations he could still pick out. When that got a little boring he started making up his own constellations and stories to go with them, wondering if he could pass them off as fact to Vala.

[ooc:open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

sixstandingby.livejournal.com

Being inside the cabin means he can't run away should anyway try to tease him. Being outside, at least, means he can try and run away. Still, it's not like either option is good.

ONE WEEK.

He's been here one week and already he's made a gigantic fool of himself. He didn't even know who Siegfried and Roy were. And he told Luke waaaaaaaay too much. And thought the droid was a tiger.

He pulled a jacket over his head and tried to hide...in plain sight.

[Open! Come and make fun of him all you want or just hang at the campfire!]

jedi-qui.livejournal.com

Qui-Gon stepped outsiide and turned his face up to the early morning sun, enjoying the feel of it on his face. He closed his eyes and just let himself be for a moment, his own Force signature blending effortlessly with that of all the living things around him. This place had such a different feel than Coruscant and Qui-Gon was finding he liked it.

Eyes still closed, he began running through one of his favourite meditative katas, the movments only serving to center him in this place and moment even more.

[ooc: open for any cabinmates or anyone who happens by.]

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny spent the afternoon putting most of his stuff away, the rest he spent lazily sprawling on his bed. What? Unpacking was tiring work.

Now though, he wanted to have a little fun around the campfire. And since theirs didn't seem to be lit yet, he took the opportunity to blast a few fire rays at it and set it to burning quickly.

Then, pulling up a lounge chair, he sat down, slouching a bit and stretched his long legs out in front of him. "This is the life. Now if I just had a beer."

[totally open!]

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