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With the last party they had down at the pool, Graham had made a few hints and allusions to another, second party before the start of the summer session, and, well, now was the time! After mentioning it on radio and spreading the word at the picnic and of course spreading around handwavey flyers and texts, the circle was now complete, as they met the "End of the Semester" party with a "Start of the Semester" party! And while one was underneath the dorms, this one would be on top of it!

So, of course, the roof was decked out with decorations of a very summer-y nature, since that was the semester they were heading into, with music playing to match that vibe, a few beach balls and beach umbrellas floating around, too. And, of course, a table with a lot of moddable snacks, drinks, and Graham's proudest touch: a Neapolitan style sheet cake with the words "LET'S ALL HAVE A SUN-SATIONAL SUMMER!!" written on it, and, below it, in parentheses: "(Seas the Day!)"

So come on up, make the porg intern happy, and have a good time celebrating the start of the semester with a good party, a great view, and even better friends!

[[ and it's an OCD-free party weekend, y'all! ]]

pun_king

In case you hadn't heard, either via the flyers that had been plastered around the dorms, the text messages sent out that morning, the radio or the announcements being made from the desk yesterday, there was a party in the dorms that day! Down by the pool, specifically! With no classes to attend to, all that was left to do was come on down and have a good time!

There were decorations! There was pizza! There were drinks in coconuts, and some music pumping, and none of them had anywhere school-related they needed to be! Time to celebrate another successful semester in the books.

Water you waiting for? Come make a splash!

amicia_the_amazon

With the slow creep of familiarity came... a kind of not-restlessness, a feeling that made Amicia step out of her bedroom with a growing regularity.

Not often, and not far. But still. It was a Sunday, morning even, and she was back in the common room.

She had a bowl of oatmeal, this time. It was tolerable, and familiar, and that was all she cared for.

[[ open ]]

napking

Gray should have known better.

He should have ordered food from somewhere else. But Raiden was family, and, honestly, that meant he knew how good his food was. But also, he was Raiden, and if restaurants around here were prone to send too much food before, well...Raiden. Sending food to his baby brother.

And now Gray had a Pizza Situation on his hands in this here common room. Also there were...dumplings? From Pizza Planet? He didn't even know.

He really hoped someone came along to help eat some of this soon. He wasn't sure he could fit it all in the fridge.

((Open common room is open!))

furrybluefreak

Kurt was a bundle of nervous and excited energy that afternoon. This was the day he and Libby were going to work on decorating cookies together. Not only that, they were going to have a very special instructor teach them! So, it was no wonder Kurt was looking forward to the afternoon date as he shifted around the common room kitchen.

With the focus being on decorating rather than the actual baking for this date, Kurt had spent all morning baking up several batches of sugar cookies. That was why dozens of (very moddable) cookies were on the counter, many in basic shapes and designs for maximum creativity. The kitchen was already cleaned up from the early morning baking effort and Kurt was busy setting out everything else they would need, which thankfully wasn’t a lot.

“Ok…. That’s all set and ready… cookies are cooled and ready… I think that’s everything…” Kurt muttered nervously as he went over everything.

“Kurt, stop fretting. And hold still! You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up!”

Kurt stopped his pacing and looked over at the computer sitting on the corner of the counter, FaceTime already up and running, a smile unconsciously tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Sorry, Mutti…” he said somewhat sheepishly as he stopped in front of the screen. “I can’t help it. I want this to be perfect for Libby.”

“And it will be. Now stop fretting and text the girl already.”

“Just… promise you won’t embarrass me,” Kurt said with a somewhat pleading smile as he pulled out his phone and started sending out a text to Libby.

“Hey Libby! We still on for cookie decorating today, right?” Oh please let that still be happening… “Got everything ready if you still want to!”

And with that done and sent, all there was left to do was wait for Libby to show up...

(Kurt is of course expecting someone, but the common room is definitely open and anyone is free to ping in for a chat or to use the area before Libby arrives in the oh so handwavey timeline XD )

furrybluefreak

Another week was wrapping up and with class done early that morning, Kurt felt like having a lazy day. So the common room currently had one student lounging on the couch, finishing up a FaceTime call, and then debating whether to find a movie or show to watch, work on snacks and goodies for game night, or start working on the report for class.... Decisions, decisions, decisions.

(Common Room is of course open, as is the post!)

furrybluefreak

After his one class that morning, and with his laundry now very contently done and off his to-do list, Kurt found he suddenly had some free time. And so he made a small lunch and took it out to the deck to enjoy some fresh air and relax a bit.

There was a lot on his mind too, and he found himself soon getting lost in thought as he did a lot more sitting and thinking than he did actually eating just then.

(post and deck are definitely open!)

pun_king

Graham felt a bit bad about it, but he'd skipped out on his job yesterday to make himself more scarce. After all, if he was looking for an escaped slave to seek revenge for his brother, the place where that escape slave now worked would be one of the first places he'd check
So, instead, Graham stayed as hidden and on the move and hard to find as he possibly could, skulking and sneaking around to gather ingredients for spells he'd lifted from Manannan's books and spending the night preparing them under the cover of darkness.

Just like he had not too long ago, whenhe'd escaped from Manannan in the first place.

But now, should the strange wizard with the very cool outfit find him, Graham was ready. He was prepared. And the roof seemed like a relatively safe place to hide out. Maybe he wouldn't even need to use the spells! He hoped so, but all the same, pouches and stones and other little things filled the pockets of his homespun cloak, and this time, he'd be ready.

In the meantime,though, it was kind of nice that he had these really great tunes to listen to while he posted up! He'd never heard this song before, but it was great!

[[ open roof is open, with a work-sp caveat/warning/possibility! ]]

furrybluefreak

Kurt was in a baking mood.... the cookies the other day had really got him missing the times he would make Christmas cookies back home. That meant Kut was rummaging around the cabinets in the common room that morning, trying to take stock of what was there on hand if he wanted to make those cookies after all. It was looking pretty good and there were only a few things he might have to get depending on what he decided to go with. So, if anyone was walking around the floor they might have heard some humming and singing coming from the kitchen area.

furrybluefreak

Kurt was enjoying a bit of a relaxing day. Early that morning he had finally made good on the promise he had made himself some time ago and went to one of the early services at Our Lady of Fandom Island. It felt good to get back to that, even if it did feel really odd going alone.

But now he was up on the deck enjoying the early morning, texting with Logan and the Professor and waiting for a reply back from his folks.

(post and deck are open!)

furrybluefreak

It had been a whirlwind of a trip to France to be sure. But now they were back and Kurt was trying to adjust to being back at the school and back on the island. After grabbing a light breakfast- a bowl of cereal and some juice- he had settled down on the couch in the common room.

He flipped to some random show- a documentary or something? he wasn't really paying attention- then pulled out his phone and started flipping through the pictures he had taken over the week, picking some of the best ones to start sending out to people. There were quite a few pics, and quite a few people asking for them.... maybe he should just do a mass email to everyone? He'd have to think about that.

But for now, he was sitting there scrolling through the photos, a smile on his face as he did.

outofthequiver

Maybe it was a little foolish or silly to get all tangled up in strange feelings about something like helping someone out with their laundry, but getting tangled up in strange feelings seemed pretty much Libby's default setting these days. She was really hoping that maybe the school trip would help get her mind off of some of it, but she also knew that they'd all still be there when she got back. But, she figured, they could wait. She probably wasn't going to have much opportunity for things like trips to different countries if it was true what Just had told her, that their father was looking to set her up with a courtship and a marriage, so she really needed to enjoy it while she could.

But she was trying not to think about that right now. She was just trying to focus on a simple thing like laundry, and helping out a friend (who, by the sounds of it, really needed it) with his, and nothing more than that, and her own, much smaller pile of clothes that didn't really need to be taken care of, but it was probably a good idea to get it out of the way before leaving for the trip, anyway.

[[ and open laundry room is open! ]]

scarlet_and_indigo

TJ had called her mom and dad, tried very hard to not seem like she was regretting asking them not to come, talked to them, and had a good sleep last night. It had helped a little, but she was still pretty bummed.

So now she was perched on a couch in the common room with popcorn and ice cream (not together, though she was considering it), flipping stations for awful reality TV to watch and make fun of.

She was absolutely not sulking.

[Open post!]

outofthequiver

Yesterday had been a lot for Libby, but it had also reminded her that she had a lot of friends and a lot of support here, and, even with all the things she struggled to push past all spelled out as clear as day for nearly everyone to see, they were still there for her. And she was there for them, too, because even though yesterday reminded Libby that she'd been through a lot, it also reminded her that, well....so had most people, here. They'd all had their baggage, but it didn't matter, because they also had each other, and that was...incredibly, necessarily heartening.

And it was her conversation with Charlie in particular that had her swinging by the store after her morning class, with the whole rest of her day free and clear, and set to work at putting together some breakfast. Or probably brunch, at this point, but she liked cooking, and she especially liked cooking for other people, and she really hadn't done it nearly enough lately, and clearly set out to do just that.

So it wouldn't be long at all before the telltale aromas of a good old breakfast casserole started to fill the room, while Libby took to making some fresh squeezed orange juice to go with it while it was baking and, even though she didn't drink it herself, she got some coffee going in the coffee maker, too.

And it just felt nice. It felt good. And she certainly felt a lot lighter than she had yesterday, and she was determined to keep it that way.

[[ might be slow due to work, but open common room is open! ]]

furrybluefreak

Kurt was up early that morning and feeling in a cooking mood. Which was starting to become a trend ahead of game night on Fridays. So he was in the common room kitchen working on some breakfast for anyone who found themselves hungry that morning.

Classic German Potatoes Casserole was on the menu today and as he worked Kurt was trying to figure out if there was a way he could make these to go and bring something similar to game night sometime for a little change of pace.

But for now he was quite enjoying himself, feeling himself already growing hungrier by the moment as he worked.

Common Room is open and breakfast is ready!

guillermothegreat

It had been a while since Guillermo had cooked anything but he had promised Graham that he would make a range of empanadas for him to try and he figured he could make a fresh batch for him and take some down for him since he had said he worked at the Magpie Emporium on Fridays.

It was nice to actually be cooking again, Guillermo needed to remember to occasionally tear himself away from the computer and video games and get in the habit of cooking and baking again.

In addition to the empanadas, he also decided to make some breakfast while he was at it and was making a fair amount of huevos rancheros in case anyone also decided to stop by and wanted something to eat.

[the Common Room is open!]

furrybluefreak

Kurt was enjoying the break between classes and had been spending a good bit of his time ~~handwavely~~ working on some new recipes to see what might work for a dorm-wide cook off sometime. But he wasn't feeling like being couped up inside today and so Kurt had made his way out onto the grounds and was near the pond. He had intended to do some training and work on the new teleportation trick he had read about a few days ago. But for now, he was enjoying the day and jut being outside. There would be time to work and train later. It was too nice of a day to not take the time and enjoy it for a bit.

(post is open!)

outofthequiver

Libby's grandmother had been sending her a small weekly allowance, knowing that a little spending money could make living away from home a little easier, and she was mostly saving up that money for an emergency (or, if she was honest with herself, to maybe buy a new dress for the next school dance) or using it to buy stuff to make breakfasts and other meals in the common room. That morning, though, seeing as the nice little windfall was growing, she was a little tempted to head into town, into the pastry shop, and maybe treat herself to something that she might otherwise never splurge on.

But even as soon as she thought about it, she felt guilty about it. It was kind of selfish, wasn't it? Especially on a Sunday. Not to mention just sort of careless, not a very useful use of her funds at all.

There was, thankfully, a good solution to handling her sudden sweet tooth and her worry about being waste and self-serving, and that was obviously to just head to the store to pick up what she needed and make something, which would not only be more cost effective, but that she could share with everyone else, too.

And she had no doubt that the smell of cinnamon rolls baking in the common room would get at least a few people's attention.

She just hoped she didn't end up burning them, and had to remind herself to let them cool first before adding the icing.

[[ will work eat me? Probably! Will I let that stop me? Heck no! Open common room is open! ]]

furrybluefreak

Kurt had been enjoying a fairly quiet week. Classes were over for now, though he was looking forward to the next term already. He had managed to miss the insanity of the past weekend, which he was still somewhat surprised by. Sliding under the radar and going unnoticed was not something Kurt was used to... at all. But from some of the stories he had heard, he was glad he missed out on the insanity- for the most part.. the coffee shop thing had been interesting but relatively harmless.

But with the week winding to a close, and a new set of classes about to start, Kurt had taken the time to make some calls back home to touch base and check in with The Professor and a few of the others back home. It was good to talk to them, and though he felt a tiny bit homesick, the excitement over the new classes and the promise of more adventures with his friends on the island was enough to chase most of that away.

And so, Kurt settled in on the couch in the common room, a bowl of popcorn beside him, remote in hand as he started flipping through the channels to find something worth watching.

(open post is open- expecting one but open to anyone who needs the common room or wants to chat)

outofthequiver

Even though there were definitely a few things left floating around unresolved in her head, Libby was having a much better week than last week, and was finally starting to feel a little more like herself again. So much so, in fact, that she was feeling a few pangs of homesickness again, and thought maybe some cooking in the common room might help with that. She suspected that most of the other students would probably be spending their Saturdays sleeping in, but that was a luxury she still hadn't quite gotten used to enjoying. So she was up pretty bright and early, out of habit still more than anything, checked the fridge, hit up the store, and then returned to get to work on (what else?) a breakfast casserole.

If anything, maybe the smell of it cooking might drag at least a few hungry stomachs out of bed, and, if not, well...she might venture toward the TV and give it a look. Weren't Saturday morning cartoons sort of a whole thing for worldly kids? She didn't really have that much of a pressing interest in the experience, truth be told, but it might be interesting to see what that was all supposed to be about.

[[ open common room is open! ]]

furrybluefreak

Thursday was one of Kurt's slower days as far as classes went. So he was soon finding himself with energy to burn and was looking for something to do. Eventually, he made his way to the gymnasium and was once more on the basketball court.

It was a pastime he had enjoyed back at the Academy, though games there usually involved the antics of Scott, Logan, and sometimes Kitty. It was kinda fun though playing a basketball game with a team of one, and so Kurt kept porting around the court, passing and catching the ball and sinking a few impressive shots now and then as he worked to burn off some of that pent up energy.

(totally open for anyone who wants to watch or join in)

imawizard

Harry wasn't huge on caffeine but he was kind of dragging some by now. It also hasn't occurred to him that there was maybe a spell or something that would take care of this. More than likely the letter he'd sent back to Hermione this week complaining would get a response of "if only you had tried ____" the day after this ended.

For now though he was contemplating a chocolate Pop Tart in the kitchen. Chocolate had caffeine, right? Did chocolate count? Would this help? Would he try either way? (Yes, no, no, yes.)

[Open!]

furrybluefreak

Kurt had already been up for a while by the time he made it to the common room to look for something to eat. The big trip was coming up quickly and there was a lot to get ready and do before then.

Mainly, getting a new camera of his own and making sure he had everything he needed.... like... the laundry. Yeah, he probably should start working on that pile and get enough clean clothes together for the trip.

So, there was Kurt, scrounging around for somethin to eat, going over a check list in his head, and getting more and more excited about the trip the more he thought about it.

(Post and of course common room are open!)

furrybluefreak

Kurt had been doing a good bit of thinking during his off time from classes that week, so there was a lot on his mind as he made his way into the kitchen area of the common room early that morning.

Back home, he had always talked with his parents while cooking whatever big meal they were having for the day. And while his folks obviously were not here, he was still doing a lot of thinking as he started on a nice big breakfast. Might as well keep up some semblance of tradition right?

And so, if anyone was awake, they were likely soon to be greeted with the fragrant aromas of a big breakfast, because if he was going to be making breakfast, Kurt figured he might as well go all out and make enough for whoever wanted to stop in for a some food options that were a bit better than sugary cereal or poptarts.

Kurt got to work on the spread and soon there was plenty of bacon, hash browns, eggs, and toast for whoever wanted some.

(common room is of course open and food it totally up for grabs!)

outofthequiver

A letter had arrived from Libby's grandma, with a little note and a little spending money, pointing it out that it wasn't much, but it was more than what she was used to making do with. And while it would have seemed wise to save it, Libby missed making big meals with her mom so much that she headed to the store, picked up what she needed, and then headed back to the common room to start putting together a nice breakfast casserole.

And if anyone woke up and wanted to have some with her, all the better, but if not, she already had some Tupperware ready to go to go and a list of people she planned on distributing the leftover to.

[[ work is suspiciously slow right now and I know i shouldn't trust it, but i'mma post anyway! Open common room is open for all your common room and breakfast needs! ]]

furrybluefreak

There had been a lot going on between a full class schedule and still getting fully comfortable with the island. Kurt did very muchlook forward to the day he knew his way around enough he could really start porting around more easily. But that was still a little ways off, unfortunately.

So after walking back from morning class, and after a quick stop for some snacks and supplies, Kurt headed back to the dorm room. It was going to be a good day. He and Guillermo had a full day of goofing off, geeking out, and having fun planned, and Kurt couldn't wait!

"Picked up a few extra things on the way back" he said holding up the bags with a grin. "We should be good to go!"

For the roomie but anyone can stop by and join the geeky fun if they want!

outofthequiver

Even though things seemed like they might be improving between Libby and her roommate after last weekend, she still liked to give Vi her space, and, by now, Libby was just used to spending most of her time, albeit handwavily, in the common rooms or elsewhere. She was definitely starting to feel the ache of homesickness, though, and so she figured she might take care of some of that by writing some letters to send off, trying her best to detail things for her mother, for her siblings, for Zo (who would no doubt tease her a little for writing a letter when she could just text or call, but Libby knew she would appreciate the quaintness of it all the same) without ending up with whole novels for them to read.

There was a lot to be said, though! So she made herself a mug of hot chocolate, since it just seemed to really complete the whole experience, sat down at the table with a notebook and a ready pen, and got to recounting how her first month here in the outside world seemed to be shaping up for her, with the copy of the book she was reading for her books and movie class on hand, as well, because she figured, when she finished with the letters, she would go ahead and get started on that second read-through of it, since she'd pretty much already devoured it at least one.

[[ open common room is open for some lazy Sunday SP! ]]

canlendanear

Alara didn’t have class til tomorrow, so she was taking advantage of having the morning free to do an extended workout in the gym as a way to keep her mind off how cold it was and for a way to stay warm.

She really wasn’t a fan of snow.

As always she was getting quite into the punching bags and had already sent a couple flying to the ground this morning as she went through her workout.

[open!]

furrybluefreak

With the current stash of leftovers in their new dorm fridge gone, Kurt made his way to the common room for something quick and easy for breakfast. He soon found some cereal in one of the cabinets and was settling down with a bowl as he sat at the table and got to work on the reading assignment for his Book and Movie class. Fortunately, it was a story he was very familiar with but he decided to challenge himself a little and give it a read in a different version than he was used to. And so there he sat with the bowl in front of him, the book held nearby securely in his tail.

[post and common room open!]

furrybluefreak

Kurt had been keeping pretty busy his first week on the island. And a lot had happened... like, A LOT.

His classes had all gone well and he really liked the classes and teachers so far. He was getting to know some of his fellow classmates and the other students in the dorms too. And he and his roomie had gotten started on making their room into a geeky haven.

But now the weekend was here. With no classes and with most of his studies already done for the day, Kurt found himself exploring the dorms a bit more and soon found himself in the gymnasium. Once he found where the basketball court was, he was running up and down the court, dribbling and shooting and having a lot of fun with it. Especially when he started teleporting around a bit in the open space, throwing the ball down the court and appearing right in front of it to catch it and make a shot. And so anyone walking by would have seen Kurt popping in and out as he darted around the court, making a couple of impressive hoop shots in the process.

[Post and court are definitely open!]

notanaxemurderer

Kiem knew better than to try to make the new students feel welcome by making breakfast, since whatever he made that wasn't toast or cereals would be inedible. But there was coffee! He knew how to make that, and why not make a lot of it, since, well, at least some people might appreciate it.

So the common room smelled of coffee and while he waited for it to brew Kiem checked the dart car results on his phone.

[Because something should happen in the dorms. Open.]

glacial_queen

The Reserves were kind of fidgety today. Karla, at least, was filled with a kind of nervous energy that made it hard to keep still. This would be a nice break from her current state of constant near-exhaustion, if it hadn't come with all kinds of, well, emotional distractions. The kind that made it hard to concentrate.

Mostly--since we're all being honest here--because her libido was racing along faster than a NASCAR driver. And she didn't even get that reference. ( snipped for sexy honesty? )

life_inshadow

The reserves meeting had been moved into the dorm lobby for the day, and the theme of the snacks was definitely comfort food: Hot cider, soup, cookies.

Lots of cookies.

"Welcome back," Tara said, with a slight smile that was the most she could manage. "This week, some of us went to help a friend and ended up -- m-more than a little over our heads. We're all okay" -- at least physically -- "b-but it made me think. What can we do when we can't really do anything? How do you wake up the next day and go on? And what do you do s-so if something similar happens, God forbid, you aren't so -- so -- stuck?"

She drew a breath and went on, "Speaking, uh, just for me? I'm going to be doing a lot more training. it scares me. Power scares me. But it's better than not being able to help the way you'd like to."

This was the first time Raven had been out in public outside of going to class, and she was doing her best to act like everything was normal. Her shields were much stronger now, thanks to Anakin, and that helped a great deal. "I will be doing the same," she said quietly. "I will identify where my weaknesses lie and do what I can to eliminate them. Hopefully such a situation will never happen again, but if it does, I wish to be prepared."

Karla had no stake in today's discussion. She was too busy trying to sneak onto the table where all the yummy smells were coming from. Besides, she was an Arcerian kitten. That meant she was already perfect, as cats were wont to be.

Dolf wasn't feeling left out, honestly. He was just feeling a little-- something. He didn't know. The implication that something really bad had happened had left him feeling like his own problems shouldn't matter to him as much as they did, in comparison. "...I wait and hope," he muttered, trying not to think anything along the lines of scarlet fever or something equally disconcerting. "Wait and hope and if you can't solve it, maybe someone else can. But keep hoping, mostly." And try not to collapse anywhere crying next time.

[OOC: Preplayed with the delightfully oblivious

swordsandsoccer, the delightfully emo

trigons_child and the delightfully feline

glacial_witch.]

make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was sprawled out on the couch. It was a relaxed sort of sprawl, but that we belied by the way he was eying the three things in front of him. It was, after all, an intent sort of eying.

One box of graham crackers. One bag of jumbo marshmallows. One box of chocolate bars.

Someone was trying to figure out if it was possible to make s'mores without a fire. Because he was pretty sure that he might get in trouble for starting a fire in the middle of the common room.

Give him some time, and he might even consider trying the microwave.

[Open, as these things tend to be. And this was always in the right place. ALWAYS!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.

The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.

The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon ami.

The police had called in the most excellent services of the most excellent Belgian who had, it should be noted, the finest moustache in all of England.

Monsieur Hercule Poirot was on the case. He would solve the mystery, mais oui? But of course. The great Hercule Poirot never failed to apprehend the criminal.

(Today is Agatha Christie's 120th birthday. Therefore, George is now M. Hercule Poirot. Come and be interrogated over the dastardly murder! Or mistaken for a police officer, or the good captain Hastings! M. Poirot, he will prevail!)

Current Mood: crazy

puppy_fair

The area behind the dorms looked like a trashnado (that’d be a tornado made of trash) had swept through it: items ranging in size from beads to pencils to furniture and even a few fallen logs were strewn all over the place. Lined up near the group’s assembly area was a small collection of lumpy-looking balls big enough that if you wanted to roll one of them around (why would you want to do that?) you’d need both hands to push. Yes, it was weird, but if it was any consolation there were cookies. Of course there were cookies. This year, it wouldn’t be a reserves meeting without cookies. And -- for some possibly unknown reason -- Skittles. A lot of Skittles. And dorky hats for anyone who wanted one.

...when it came to the Skittles, Kennedy would probably smirk a lot and tell you to taste the rainbow, because she thought she was clever. As for the hats, she had nothing.

“So hopefully you guys are keeping up with training outside of meetings, but last week was stealth,” she began with a mildly odd look; it had been a creative interpretation of the exercise, hadn’t it? “This week we’re doing a strength training exercise.”

“Those ball things there,” Zack said, nodding toward the brightly-colored lumpy things, “stick to anything that’s smaller than they are, and they make that small stuff sticky, too. And as the ball grows bigger, bigger things will stick to it, so long as they’re still smaller than the junkball! So, if you were to roll them around and run over maybe a bucket or a bunch of thumbtacks or a cat, they’d stick!” There was a moment’s pause while Zack went back and thought about all of the words that he’d just said. “Don’t run over any cats.”

“Or small animals in general,” Kennedy added. “Please.”

Jak peered at both of them curiously. “Unless it seems like fun,” he added. No, Jak. No. “You never know when you’re going to wind up fighting something that’s the size of a small dog.” Life lessons from Haven, ladies and gentlemen. Listen carefully.

[Open!]

furnaceface

The sun wasn't quite down yet, no, but Jono had gone through the pains of lighting a campfire (the good old-fashioned way, yes) and had made himself comfortable not too far off.

There was something about watching a fire with a smile on his face that he could totally get used to, he decided.

Well, that and S'mores. He could totally get used to S'mores, too.

You better believe that he was enjoying himself this evening, roasting marshmallows and singing. Loudly. He didn't even need to pull out his guitars for that!

[Open campfire yay!]

bamf-tastic.livejournal.com

Today, Kurt was blue and fuzzy. He also has a strange man handcuffed to him who had dragged him out to the campfire with chocolate and graham crackers and marshmallows.

"HEY EVERYBODY!!!" the man yelled, waving. "Come say hi to Kurt!!!"

Kurt tried to hide behind his hands, and was just glad he'd managed to talk his image inducer out of doing this at the MAIN campfire. "Why are you doing this?!?!" he asked. "You're supposed to be disguising me!!!"

The image inducer poked Kurt in the chest. "No, what I'm supposed to be doing is enabling you to talk to people without one or both of you running away scared. Hence the s'mores."

"Enabling me to talk to people by disguising me!!!!" Kurt countered.

"Eh, I've heard it both ways. C'mon, be a good sport!"

[Open campfire is open!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss and Rue had, on the floor before them, a truly bizarre assortment of food: several different kinds of fruit, a couple loaves of bread, a box of Twinkies (she had to prove they were real), and as much candy as Katniss had been able to carry.

"Even I haven't been able to try all of these," Katniss admitted, tentatively pulling a Twizzler.

[open open open! Katniss will share her ~~very moddable~~ food. :D]

thatsamilkshake

When the magic and support reservists showed up to the preserve this afternoon, instead of four girls standing around in front of a table full of food, they'd find four girls on a white sheet spread out on the grass, in a large, twisted pile of arms and legs and assorted other parts.

One of those parts was Francine's face, which was, thankfully, free enough of the human spaghetti-monster that she could say: "Hi, guys! Don't worry, we're fine!"

She'd say and not doing anything dirty but she was Francine and the concept of whose elbow is that and what is it doing there had only just occurred to her. With an eep. That she was trying hard to suppress, not joke about. "We're just demonstrating a teambuilding exercise!"

Yes. That was what the kids were calling it these days.

"It's a game called Twister, for those of you who don't know it, but the object here isn't to be the last person upright when everybody else falls: it's to support your teammates so everybody can keep going for as long as possible, whether that's with magic or just a nice strong shoulder to lean on."

Tara was flushed as she pried herself loose enough to talk. The position she'd been wedged into had given her a good chance at guessing not just the other girls' bra sizes, but also whether they favored underwires or padding. "If you haven't played before," she observed, "it really helps to be flexible and, uh, not too shy about contact."

She was working on that part. Really.

Raven was utterly convinced now that Earth games were created by the insane. That was the only possible explanation for this "Twister." Either that or it had to belong in 'Dite's shop. "It might also be considered good practice on control for those of you whose powers are based on or intensified by touch," she added.

She was really hoping that no one in the pile started to daydream about, say, Kennedy or Katchoo, or she was going to get a mindful of it.

If Karla was unusually silent, it might have had something to do with her Craft being the major factor in the pile of girls not being a collapsed pile of girls. ~~Or maybe the fact that the answer to Tara's guessing game for most of them was 'Padding? Ahahaahahahaha.'~~

[OOC: Writtenated with the lovely

life_inshadow and

trigons_child, with Karla's ~~boobs~~ presence totally modded with permission. OPEN!]

notmyownage

So, cooking was basically just chemistry, right? Combine items in precise measurements, add a catalyst for a specified result. In this case, waffles. And Claudia was a physicist, but she totally rocked the chemistry on occasion. In theory, she should totally be awesome at this, too.

Unfortunately, being a scientist meant she also knew that just because something worked in theory didn't mean it actually worked in the real world.

It probably didn't help that she kept having to fight the urge to try and overclock the waffle iron.

[ooc: open]

notmyownage

The last thing a hungover girl wanted to be doing was sifting through the trash. But when that hungover girl had spent the afternoon before throwing out all her books, research papers, and gathered supplies? That was just what she was doing.

"Oh god, oh god, please be here, oh god."

Like attacking the trebuchet, getting trashed on mojitos, flashing the bar tender, drunk dialing one of her best friends, and crashing for the night in the graveyard wasn't enough.

[ooc: establishing, but can totally be open, too.]

make-the-shot.livejournal.com

Proto was feeling a bit bored. His solution to this problem was simple: sit somewhere public with a deck of cards. He was shuffling them idly between his hands. He wasn't some sort of card trick master or anything, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Hopefully someone would join him. He couldn't be the only one who enjoyed a friendly game every so often, after all.

Right?

unborn-renegade.livejournal.com

Today, the reserves group had been handwavily informed to meet near the treeline by the cabins. They'd also been informed to wear clothing that they didn't mind seeing get wet. The reason for this would probably be made perfectly clear the moment they gathered, considering the assortment of water guns and water balloons that were set out nearby.

Zack was grinning, with the biggest water gun he could find resting neatly on one shoulder as he surveyed the group.

"Today, we're going to combine a bit of what we've already covered, back when we had Jak and Triela show us around the guns, with a little bit of something new. You never know what kind of enemy you're going to face when the island gets invaded. Fandom has proven that much again and again. But one thing you should know is what sort of tactical advantage you can gain from your surroundings."

"And think three-dimensionally," added Kennedy, who had a much smaller pair of matching water guns in her hands and kept eyeing Zack's gigantoid one with a mix of envy and dubiousness. With a wry smile, since she still hadn't forgotten the rather dramatic lesson she'd gotten about it in Kaeleer, she kicked at the groundcover. "And keep the terrain in mind, too, especially if you're not used to stuff like fighting in the good ol' outdoors. Hey, we know it's freaking hot out, and we're making you run around in it, so-- water guns. But don't get the idea to just stand there and get hit to cool down, okay?"

"Same thing as last time," Jak agreed, "In reality, if you get shot, you're dead." These things were pretty simple. "Bonus points for anyone who rakes up a headshot count. Let's get some hair wet, guys."

notmyownage

The trebuchet was nearing completion. Soon it would be time for ammunition trials.

But, well, sometimes Claudia was impatient. Which would be why, despite having not yet perfected the counterweight system, she was loading the sucker up with some water balloons -- it'd taken some doing, but she'd finally managed to double up on the balloons so they'd have a chance of surviving the force of the fling and make it to their target.

Time to give this baby a test run.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

The first balloon burst halfway up the arc of the fling, sending water all over the trebuchet and its operator. The second flung off backwards into a tree -- but at least the balloon survived.

This was way better than trying to figure this stuff out on paper.

[ooc: bleah, work. Open for distractination!]

puppy_fair

The Reserves members had been ~~handwavily~~ notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

( Hey, Guys! )

[Open!]

notmyownage

Claudia was sitting propped against the trebuchet-in-progress, surrounded by sheets of paper held down with rocks, with a notebook perched on her knees.

Some of the papers had diagrams of potential finished trebuchet. Some had calculations regarding the probable velocity and forces acting upon anything flung from the potential finished trebuchet. Some of them . . . regarded something else entirely. Something about a very large compass, and accounting for inertia and the rotation of the Earth. Those were the ones she was poking at, now.

It was best not to ask, really.

[ooc: I'm drowning in documents! Save me with distractions of an RP kind?]

mississippiqueen

Today, there was something missing. Something whose absence made everything about this meeting of the Magic Slash Support Reserves desperately, desperately wrong.

No, not everybody with magic powers; nobody was invisible today. This was so much worse: the table next to the leaders held NO FOOD! It held nothing but a pile of scarves, in fact.

"Now, now, nobody panic," Emmett called out, raising his hands in a slightly defensive movement just in case they were really as hungry as they looked. "The goodies are here. They're just behind us." He stepped aside to point to a spot a good hundred feet back, where another table could be spotted. "You guys did really well with helping each other out when things went kabloonkie last week, so this week, we're gonna build on that with a teamwork and communication exercise. Which I'd be the first to call lametastic under other circumstances, but guys, guys. There's cupcakes at the end of it!"

"So." He pointed to the open area of grass between the food and the group leaders. "Today? That grass is lava. There's a path through it marked out in duct tape, but you can't step off or bye-bye designer footwear which by the way I hope you didn't wear. Go to the end of the path, grab yourself a cupcake for you and one for your partner, and then make your way back! Easy like peas!"

"Well, maybe not quite that easy," Karla said, grinning a bit. "See, the reason you need a partner is because you're going to be blindfolded." One of the scarves on the table floated over to her and she held it up for them to see. "Trust and communication, remember? You're going to have to trust your partner to get you to the cupcakes, without having you step in lava, or in any of the other ingenious traps we've set about the course." The expression Karla was wearing suggested that she was looking forward to seeing them maneuver said traps.

"The easiest way to do this is via verbal communication, of course, but be creative if you can. Pair up with a telepath and have them look through your eyes or attempt to broadcast your thoughts, especially if you're unused to telepathic communication. Use magic to somehow guide your partner through--and then don't use any for yourself. Levitate someone over the lava if they're about to fall in. Be creative and go beyond your comfort zone. Nothing is against the rules, as long as you have fun."

[OOC: Open! Co-writ with the lovely and evil

glacial_witch,

trigons_child and

life_inshadow.]

kissytheface.livejournal.com

Anyone walking near the Godzilla cabin could probably hear the ruckus. The ruckus in particular appears to be a certain girl with pink hair holding an impromptu concert for two squirrels who can only sit and stare at her. She is a frenzy of energy as she shouts and yells into the microphone as she rocks out on an out of tune guitar with a good deal of feedback coming from the speakers.

"I'M NOT SAYIN' I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN YOU!
I'M NOT SAYING I'M RUBBER NOR DID I IN ANY WAY SUGGEST YOU ARE GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!"

Dandelion Naizen finished the song with what could almost be called a power chord and threw her hands in the air forming the fists of rock.

"THANK YOU FANDOM!"

She waited until she realized there was no applause coming from the squirrels and scowled at them.

"You f%#$ers have no soul. CLEARLY YOU ARE INSINUATING I AM SOME SORT OF VIKING!"

The two squirrels looked at each other. Clearly there was no insinuation.

"DON'T LIE TO ME! CLEARLY YOU ARE OF NORDIC DESCENT! I'll have you know the secret government agency I work for has cleared me to use DEADLY FORCE!"

The squirrels put down their notepads and backed away. This might get ugly.

[Open, yes]

brat_inslayage

Unlike some people, Kennedy wasn't feeling particularly burdened today; actually, the single oversized external-frame backpack that had just materialized on her morning run, while heavy, had made for a satisfyingly challenging workout. The part where getting rid of it wasn't happening... eh, that was mildly inconvenient, but she could deal. She'd just hope it went away in the morning, and do double time in the gym when it did.

In the meantime? If anybody needed her tonight she'd be the one trying to make the most of this whole roughing-it experience, sitting on a log beside the fire with the usual campfire foods, a huge box of takeout from Ching Tai (please, she wasn't roasting her own dinner but if anyone wanted to they could go for it), and her boots propped up on a very lumpy backpack labeled Just Wants to be the Slayer, Dammit.

Just ignore the little toiletries case beside it that read Man, Getting Burned by a Straight Girl Kinda Sucked. Hey, she was ignoring it too.

[[...couldn't resist even though she's done a lot this week. open like a campfire.]]

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