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

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

But no.

"Aw, come on! Really? Again?"

Did the TV really hate him or something?

[ocd up, have at!]

geewhizfellas.livejournal.com

"Oh, boy!"

When Butters woke up as a pony again, as he had that one time last summer, he was ecstatic, and he couldn't comprehend why anyone would be anything else. From the moment he stumbled out of bed, tripping on his own hooves, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he wasted no time prancing out of the doors and onto the yard, where his boundless energy and excitement seemed to be on full display.

Butters was pretending he was a champion race horse, running back and forth. He nearly crouched down on one end of the lawn, wiggling his butt in the air before he call out, "And they're off!" and he barreled forward with loping steps, breathlessly narrating the excitement of the race until he reached the end and cried out, "And he's done it! The clear and unsurprising winner is none other than Butters Stotch, that fine stallion! Well, we know he'll be breeding with the finest filly in the stable tonight! Give us a victory lap, Butters!"

And so he did, mimicking the sounds of the cheering crowd as he pranced about until the next race.

[[ open lawn is open! ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

After taking out more than a few NPC's in town (sorry about the outside of Cafe Luke's!), Annie decided that maybe it would be safer for her to take to the grounds with some restocked supplies, recharge a bit, and make sure she was good to go on for a while longer.

So anyone around the dorms might notice Annie sprinting across the lawn to take refuge under a tree and check her equipment.

Not dirty.

[You know you want to ping in and get paintballed/pulled into the game/yell out the window at her and blow her cover.]

wwiii

There was more than a decent amount of pizza waiting for people at the meeting this afternoon. Possibly because, for a pair of rich kids, they still clung to the food of their people: New York Style pizza.

“Hi, everyone,” Tony said, nodding at the group. “I’m Tony, if you don’t already know. I’m not a Skrull, clone, or Life Model Decoy if you know me from somewhere else.”

Look, it came up a few times already.

"And I'm Warren," added the winged boy standing next to him. "And I don't wear tights, before you even think about asking." It had also come up a few times already. "And we're going to be your fraternity leaders this semester. Which, so far, has mostly meant that we get to fill out the paperwork, order pizza, and chase the girls away at the door."

It was an important job, boys. You should be thanking them for this.

“So... welcome to the frat,” Tony said. “Today we just wanted to hang out and get to know each other.”

"Since I'm pretty sure you're all kind of introduced out, we're going to make this one simple," Warren continued. "Let's hear your names, and then what sort of group activity you'd like to see organized if you had a million dollars at your disposal to do anything you wanted to. And then you can help yourselves to the pizza and we can kick one another's butts at Foosball or something."

[Open to all our Frat Boys! All girls will be stopped at the door and sadfaced at by a sleepy rich boy with feathers.]

stars_and_money

Jeremy was getting a fake little sibling tomorrow. He was pretty pumped about it, because his three elder siblings and a twin sister meant he'd never been a big sibling before. Even a fake one. And he was taking this new responsibility very seriously.

By lounging on a common room sofa, sipping coffee and dictating stuff into his phone about everything he thought he should remember to tell the new kid.

"-- oh, and the deer? Are apparently actually that color just by nature."

Now if he could only get someone to type his ramblings out and make a coherent list of them by tomorrow.

[ooc: Open common room!]

stars_and_money

Jeremy was failing at tradition. He was sitting by the main campfire, yet didn't have the makings of s'mores, nor did he have an actual campfire going. And that was a good thing. No one wanted Jeremy Darling to be the sole person watching over an open fire. No one averse to the accidental incineration of the cabins, at least.

He did, however, have a box of specially made mimosa cupcakes from J,GoB, because he'd been wanting to have some since Monday. He was blaming his sister for the craving. Not that it was a harsh kind of blame, because the cupcakes were delicious, and just the right thing to snack on while sitting back and relaxing.

Screw traditions. He'd had a weird enough couple of weeks to rather do things his way.

[ooc: Open post!]

stars_and_money

After his one class of the day, Jeremy thought he deserved a lazy afternoon. (Yes, despite the fact that he had barely done anything in said class. Shush, just be glad he chose to somehow rationalize his laziness today.) He got himself a bunch of food (mostly snacks) and soda and camped out on one of the common room couches, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. The channel the TV turned itself on to didn't catch his interest, but no matter. He could just click-click-click his way to another channel.

About half a dozen clicks later, he was noticing a problem. Namely, that a children's show featuring pudgy fleece humanoid creature things with monitors in their bellies was on. On every channel. Every single one of them.

"... Uhh."

Jeremy got off the couch to try and smack the TV into behaving. The screen flickered once, but other than that it was no help. He tried turning it off. It refused to do that. "Aw, man." And he'd been so enamored with the idea of lazing in front of the TV all afternoon, too. He was already looking towards the doorway in the hopes that someone more technically-minded would come along and save him.

[ooc: IDEK, maybe the 5th floor TV set really hates rich kids or something? Open common room, entirely moddable Teletubbies!]

justwantsquiet.livejournal.com

Sookie was a little surprised this morning -- obviously, since the future-children had been to visit already, it wasn't going to happen again. But when she had woken up still seventeen (still prom queen!) and found Bobby decidedly...smaller, and younger by about ten years, she could've been knocked over by a feather.

That being said, it hadn't taken long for her to realize the only course of action. And so Sookie, in her pajamas (and Bobby, somehow in little-boy pajamas that featured penguins driving racecars) padded out to the common room to start making pancakes. Somewhere along the way, she'd added a few healthier foods to her plan, too, and had turned on some cartoons, but pancakes were definitely the endgame here.

It had worked for the other little kids, after all.

[COMMON ROOM IS OPEN YAY WEETINIES OMG]

therewaslife

Most mornings, Bod's breakfast consisted of cereal or some toast. This morning, he'd splurged a bit and gone into town for a dozen donuts. He didn't know why he had a particular craving for sugar of the donut variety this morning but he had the extra money and he had the time so there was nothing stopping him.

Of course, he wasn't going to eat them all in one sitting. He'd done that before and ended up with an awful stomachache and a few learned lessons. Never again. He'd eat just a few and he'd do so while lounging lazily on one of the couches, watching some early morning news program. It wasn't that exciting but he hadn't bothered to find the remote so laziness it was.

[Open, yep]

Current Mood: relaxed

therewaslife

After what seemed like a winter that lasted forever, Bod was glad to see the temperatures warming enough that he could spend some time outside. He enjoyed common rooms but they didn't compare with finding a seat on the deck and breathing in the fresh air. There was just something he preferred about being outside and lounging in natural light. It was stupid but he'd never been the most normal boy.

With a book that he'd read already in hand, he'd found a seat on the deck and settled himself into it. It was still cool and there was a crisp wind but he wasn't cold. The seasons were on the cusp of changing, going from chilly grays to bright yellows and Bod couldn't wait.

Now, he just had to guard against napping on the deck. It had happened before, it'd happen again.

[Deck's an open place so open post, yep]

Current Mood: content

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Making coffee wasn't exactly rocket science, but waiting for it to brew was maybe going to kill Caroline.

"Come on, come on, come on!" she ordered impatiently, leaning against the counter in hopes that her stare would make the machine work faster. "If I felt like taking half my day to get coffee, I'd have gone into town and flirted with the barista. Or like, paddled a freaking boat to Colombia to get the beans from Juan Valdez. This is just ridiculous."

She paused, realizing what she was doing. "Oh God, why am I talking to inanimate objects?"

Another pause as the coffee pot groaned in percolation completion. "Aaaand now I'm talking to myself. Great. Fantastic. Now I'll just pour myself some coffee and hope that I can manage to drink enough to shut up." Extra sugar mixed with her caffeine could only help that, right? Whatever, the coffee was good and the sofa was comfortable and it was Sunday and there was nothing better to do.

[Very much open.]

Current Mood: rejuvenated

stars_and_money

Jeremy Darling was on a mission.

This morning, he'd woken up with a craving for waffles. Being a lazy kind of guy, he hadn't wanted to go all the way into town to get some, so he'd (in hindsight, somewhat misguidedly) opted for making some himself. It couldn't be too had, right? The Darlings' cooking staff did it, like, every single morning, so it couldn't exactly be rocket science. That thought in mind, he'd come down to the common room full of enthusiasm and optimism, even tying an apron he'd found around his waist, because wasn't that what you did when you were cooking? He thought he looked quite the breakfast chef.

But reality wasn't looking quite as rosy as what he'd envisioned after waking up. So far, he had managed to both locate and correctly identify a waffle iron. However, now he was really just... looking at it. Because he had absolutely no fricking idea about what exactly you needed for making waffles, other than a waffle iron. None.

His mission really wasn't going all that well, and he was starting to consider going into town after all.

[ooc: Post is open, boy is rich and clueless.]

stars_and_money

Last night, something peculiar had happened for the very first time: Jeremy Darling had gone grocery shopping.

And as was the case with most things involving money and a member of the Darling family, he had maybe gone a little overboard. He'd ended up having to lug three bags of foodstuffs back to the dorms, on his own, and dearly wishing Clark could have moved to Fandom with the twins to help with this stuff.

Still, the good thing was that he had three different kinds of cereal to choose from this morning when he wandered on down to the common room, wearing his glasses and his pajama bottoms with the planet print, his red silk dressing gown hanging open. After making his daunting breakfast food choice, he flopped down onto a couch with his bowl of cereal (two kinds at the same time) and turned the television on to start channel surfing.

It wasn't long before he was considering buying the common room a nice new TV set.

[ooc: It's an open common room!]

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