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[personal profile] angelo_wings
After the sun set, the temperature started creeping down again, which made a little past dusk the perfect time to make some s'mores. Rinoa had a huge bag of marshmallows, and some pointed sticks, and all the necessary ingredients. Along with some drinks in a cooler and a black tri Aussie shepherd. (Not in a cooler, but rather, lying on the grass wagging her tail.)

The puppy was not required for s'mores, but Rinoa was not going to hurt Angelo's feelings by telling her that.

(OOC: very open! come make s'mores!)
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
It hadn't started raining yet and Layla was taking advantage of the current weather to sit outside and do some reading. Or re-reading as the case may be since the book she was using had clearly seen better days.

There was no fire going in the campfire ring this time around but there was a a cooler of cold drinks in a myriad of flavors and a jar of marshmallow fluff, a bottle of chocolate syrup and some graham crackers.

Just in case anyone was interested in some no-fire-made-s'mores.

[Open!]
[identity profile] need-no-moon.livejournal.com
No classes today meant that Jake had been sleeping in (not that this was a new concept). He'd woken up eventually, stomach grumbling and well... he needed food. Honestly, that wasn't a new concept either.

Instead of going to buy something in town however, he'd found some eggs and bacon and was making food. The television in the common room was on and tuned to the Formula 1 practice race because this time of the day, there was little interesting on. For him anyway.

[No work is fun.]
[identity profile] ihavenocodename.livejournal.com
Tanned and rested from a vacation--where no evil mutants or natural disasters struck--Jean was going to settle in for whatever she could find on TV tonight.

It ended up being something about kids living and loving in New Jersey.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong here.

[[Open as common rooms are!]]
[personal profile] 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. ]]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
With a day off from classes and work, Layla was lounging on the sofa with her Chuck Taylor's and striped socks resting up on the coffee table watching watching old episodes of Seraph.

Next to her was a giant bowl of pink and green potato chips that she found on a back shelf at the local Kwik Stop that she was totally willing to share...

Though if you were smart you probably wouldn't want to partake of them.

[Open of course...]
bitten_notshy: ([neu] b+w casual)
[personal profile] bitten_notshy
The roof wasn't really decorated for the pre-parents weekend party, but it wasn't the kind of party you needed to decorate for. There were chips and other snacks; soft drinks, with more interesting selections in a discreet cooler to the side; and a stereo playing music Jack didn't much care for, even though he knew it was popular.

He took a final look over everything, then leaned against the ledge to wait for people who had followed the post-its.

[OOC: With thanks to co-organizer [livejournal.com profile] fratboybitch and [livejournal.com profile] guardianborn, who reminded me to post this. Minimal OCD on its way is up; I say we party!]
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[personal profile] trigons_child
Raven woke up early Friday morning beglittered and mortified. She wasn't sure what had happened the night before at Karla's slumber party, but she was convinced it was somehow her fault. The first time she'd encountered not-the-vampire Max, she'd slept with Chuck. Thursday afternoon she'd lost her hold on her fear and anger around Max again, and then that evening the party had turned into a veritable orgy of kissing. Both times she'd craved comfort and pleasant feelings to balance out the bad, so of course she must've caused it somehow. Because everyone knew glitter didn't cause girls to kiss.

Diana was still sleeping, so Raven went up to the roof to try to meditate. Stupid emotions. Stupid boys. Stupid kissing. Still not king.


[Roof is open, of course. Save me from doing actual work!]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
Ah. Genderswap day. Layla was up early this morning in the lobby setting up bin of underwear, jeans and t-shirts for the newly awakened guys to partake of.

Everything was organized according to style and then size for the convenience of anyone coming down stairs in a panic of some sort.

Layla then settled down in a sunny spot (please not that her skin was not sparkly, thank you very much) and started reading Ayn Rand for probably the one hundredth time.
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[personal profile] solo_sword
After a lot of work (some involving a showerhead, don't ask, and no not dirty) throughout the day, Jaina had decided she had to get out of her room for a while. So she'd just gone to the common room, made herself a sandwich, and started reading a report on her datapad with the TV on for noise.

Somehow she hadn't figured out that doing this was bound to distract her, and this was why she was staring at an episode of "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant", looking seriously confused, datapad forgotten, and occasionally saying things aloud like "There is something wrong with you," and "What do you mean this is a series??"

[Open like an open thing. ...I may have been dying to make this a CR post for a few weeks now. Because omgwtf SHOW.]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
It was a rather bored looking Layla who was flopped upside down on the couch and doing some channel surfing.

Currently it was on the Travel Channel and Layla was watching the host of Man vs. Food trying to scarf down the hottest curry known to man called "Phaal".

"Clearly I'm starved for entertainment," Layla said to herself with a loud sigh.

[Open!]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
Happy-shiny-upbeat music was rolling off the roof this morning and down through the dorms. Layla had taken the time to string up some old Christmas lights that she had handwavily found at Things Reborn.

Food and drink Moddable of course was spread out on a table.

And of course the entire roof was already decorated in flowers, glitter and streamers.

Layla was already out in the middle of the roof bouncing around to the music and having a grand old time of it.

Clearly the island felt there was need for a party. Layla was just rolling around with it.

[Open to all of course. No OCD. Let the world end dammit.]
[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com
Elena was bored. She was still plowing through paperwork -- Turks didn't back down from challenges, thanks -- but she was going to go crazy if she didn't get some air. So she was going to set up shop in the common room while she typed up reports on her laptop, and she'd find something insane to watch on TV.

... okay, this show about the family with 18 freaking kids, that was pretty insane. She could stare in horror inbetween files. How would you even come up with names, after about twelve? She wondered if the parents could honestly name each of the kids, in a pop quiz.

(Open common room is open! Fun fact: the Duggars just announced that they're expecting #19.)
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[personal profile] vanillajello
Kate had partaken in free common room breakfast on her first morning at Fandom High, so today she thought she’d return the favor.

Unfortunately pancakes were beyond her abilities and she didn’t want to call her brother for help, so she made a safe fruit salad instead. There was a big bowl of it on the kitchen counter, and it was meant for anyone who happened to make their way into the common room, new and old students alike.

She also had all her leftover chocolate coins in a smaller bowl on the table.

[Open!]
lovemykilt: (so very emo)
[personal profile] lovemykilt
Claudia was gone. Off to the airport and from there back to Connecticut.

Forever.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof staring out over the town, kicking his boot heels against the side of the building. He'd considered bringing some of his very small stash up here for a smoke, but didn't want that to become a sad thing.

Also, being out of one's head and sitting on the edge of a long drop? Totally didn't mix.

So instead, he was just moping.

Sad punk was sad.

[ooc: and emo roof is emo. Also, open.]
[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com
In some ways, it felt like just yesterday that Elena had gotten here. In others, it had been ages.

One thing she was sure of: she was never going to get tired of coming up to the roof and watching the stars at night. She pulled a cigarette out, lit it, and looked for falling stars.

She didn't know any of these constellations. Maybe she should make up her own.

(Very open!)
[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
Now, Turtle Wexler could hold her own in a kitchen if she had to, especially if it was simple stuff like mac'n'cheese or grilled cheese or generally anything with cheese involved. Thankfully, however, she didn't have to. Many of the delicious things of the world came easily prepared and packaged for her convenience.

And in a few weeks, she'd have to start a full campaign, petal to the metal, especially once the new kids came in, but, for right now, she thought she'd work a softer angle with the kids already here. That was why she had special ordered a large case of assorted Pop-Tarts, all with green and black frosting, colors hopefully guaranteed to bring to mind the Wexler/Walters teams, and was dropping them into the toaster, toasting them up to put on Westing Paper Products and hopefully pass on to her fellow students.

And if no one was really up and about this morning, well...she really hoped Maron and Apu liked Pop-Tarts, because it was the roomie and the faithful employee who was going to be stuck with them when she was done. And it would be the only time in her life that she'd actually miss Nana. That beast would take care of them all real quick, that was for sure!


[[ I've got a morning off and I'm gonna use it! Open as common rooms are! Feel free to mod your Pop-Tart flavours! ]]
[identity profile] pastmewrong.livejournal.com
Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]
[identity profile] futuresmuggler.livejournal.com
Bored and hungry, Mirax had wandered out to the common room, where a short search of the kitchen led to finding a recipe, which in turn led to a trip into town to get supplies because once you saw something like that, you had to make it. You just had to.

It was almost done by now, so Mirax kept going to the fridge to check on it, like that would make it be done faster. There was TV on in the background for noise, but she had her priorities here and the TV wasn't it.


[So open! And now I want to make this.]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
To those transformed "girls" waking up this morning, Layla had arranged a special gift for them. In the first floor lobby (as well as in the common rooms) an arrangement of women's underwear and sports bras in various colors and sizes were laid out on display.

Along with a sign indicating that they were free to take for any male students who were temporarily transformed.

As for Layla herself she was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby to watch the parade of girls leaving the dorms as she perused her new copy of Tiger Beat.
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
After Awesome class, Layla was in the common room with a video recorder working on her "resume".

Which apparently involved eating a muffin while videotaping her feet and talking about her leggings.

"Striped leggings are clearly the way to go," she narrated with her mouth full of muffin. "Therefore? Awesome."

That probably wasn't going to make the final cut.

The common room was open and there was a box of muffins available for snacking.
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
After "Awesome" class Layla found herself in the common room sitting cross legged on the counter roasting a marshmallow on a stick with the marshmallow in question inserted into a very hot toaster oven.

And in between making and eating "indoor s'mores" Layla would spend her time writing down random haikus in her Hello Kitty journal as she thought about the events of the last week.

True, she could have gone to the campground and lit a fire but this was so much less work.
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[personal profile] puppy_fair
"Good afternoon," Arthur called, once everyone had assembled. He hadn't been at his best all day - time seemed to be on the blink - but he wasn't about to let that put him off. "Today, our focus will be on the art of 'guerilla tactics'." If he pronounced the word a bit funny, it might have been because it was fairly, er, he'd read it in a book. "If we are overwhelmed by greater numbers, this could be an option. The goal is to whittle away the enemy through ambushes and traps. Mobility is the key word. Considering the woods and the closeness of the homes on this island, it shouldn't be too hard to launch a number of small guerilla--" Again with the weird pronounciation, "Attacks. We'll be planning for several of such strategies over the next few weeks. This week, traps and ambushes." He glanced at Zack.

Zack, who was grinning faintly at Arthur's treatment of the word, nodded in agreement regardless.

"What he said," he intoned. "We've got numbers who can stick to the treetops, and those of us who are just as comfortable in the streets of town. We know the island better than any invading forces might, and so it's up to use to take that knowledge and use it to our advantage. A trap can be as simple as a pitfall, covered so that nobody but us knows what it is, or it could be a matter of waiting with a weapon, out of sight, for the enemy to pass by. It's important to know which camp you're sitting in, here. Do you know your way around booby traps? Are you more inclined to spring into action on a moment's notice?"

"Using set traps will slow down our enemy," Arthur continued, fluidly, "While fluid attacks from our end will destroy morale and pick the enemy clean with time. Of course, tactics will vary depending on the environment, so we'll be mostly looking at the town today. Are there any spaces where we can dig trenches and cover them, set a tripwire, that sort of thing? Which alleys and hiding spaces does the town offer in case we need to employ such tactics? We've been spending a great deal of time getting to know our terrain. This is one way of putting this to work. How many of you know how to set a booby--" another one of those words, "Trap? Share what you know. Explosives might also be useful, if any of you remember Rikku's presentation from several months back."

"This sort of thing is where our archers and gunmen might find a chance to shine," Zack noted. "Firing from rooftops, or treetops, or hidden in bushes. I admit to not being a gunman myself, and so some of you might be able to set the record straight on the matter, but your job probably works more smoothly when you don't have a target rushing at you in the first place." He gave his arms a casual sort of stretch, and then set his hands on his hips, grinning. "So, guys! Today, you're going to figure out which camp you're in. Are you the ones setting the traps, or the ones sitting in wait and then springing them? Talk to one another, sort that much out, and then figure out what in town you can use to your advantage, guys."

[OCD on the way up, and meeting open to all! Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] bitch_prince.]
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[personal profile] icecoldfrost
Emma was beyond thrilled to be back in the dorms. She liked the girls in her cabin just fine, but there was something infinitely more preferable about having just one roommate instead of a parcel of them.

Still, the psionic hustle-and-bustle of having everyone in one building instead of spread out over the cabins felt odd after so many weeks, and Emma found herself escaping to the roof for a cigarette once she'd finished unpacking.

Sometimes the littlest vices were the most soothing ones.

[Open roof is open!]
[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com
Hannibal hadn't ventured up to the sixth floor since it'd been renovated and, now that he was here, he didn't know if he'd be leaving.

There was a ball pit.

It took Hannibal a minute to realize that the ballpit was real and not some trap to get him to do his homework or study. No, it was an actual ballpit. As soon as he got over his shock, he was kicking off his shoes and diving into that giant ballpit.

Ballpit!

[oh yeah, first post in the ballpit! getting the silly stuff now while there's no eeeevil bde yet! open, of course!]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
Anyone coming across the campfire today would find Layla sprawled out on a blanket as she traced a convuluted route on a map of the Northeastern part of the United States. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air as she munched on a snack of raisins and goldfish crackers

And while a fire wasn't lit in the firepit, there was a cooler of drinks and some goodies from J'GOB sitting on top of them for visitors to enjoy.

[Open campfire is open]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
Layla yawned and stretched as she exited her alcove after five days of being a leather bound set of encyclopedias. She still felt a bit fuzzy and stiff for some strange reason. It wasn't as if she had actually spent the week in bed but she still felt like she had.

Taking the opportunity to stretch her legs, Layla ambled into town to purchase some provisions from the Quik Stop. She returned to the campfire ring with a cooler of drinks and some tofu dogs for roasting as well as the goods for the actual s'mores.

After building a fire, she sat back with a cool beverage and started roasting a hot dog. After spending a week as a set of books, some fire roasted vegetable protein sounded pretty darn good.
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[personal profile] puppy_fair
Zack was in a darn good mood, in spite of a pair of slightly blackened eyes and a tender nose that was a little on the crunchy side, but was totally hard-earned.

Why was he so chipper?

Because it was Rookie Day at the reserves, that was why! New people on the island meant that there were probably going to be new people here today, and Zack was totally happy to take the reigns and lead the troops!

"Okay! So, we've got a new term, and possibly a few new faces, so we're going to do our introductions over again! Names, fighting experience, and weapons proficiency, as well as any other skills you think might come in handy in the case of an invasion, if you please!"

Arthur shot him a slightly sideways look. "Before we get to that," he said, scraping his throat, "I am Prince Arthur Pendragon, leader of the reserves, and these are my," sidekicks, "fellow commanders, Lord Leto Atreides the Second, and Zack Fair, SOLDIER Second Class. We're willing to help you if you are in need of any further combat training, as are your fellow reserve members, I'm sure." Look, he was being good.

Zack blinked. Ooooh, right. Introductions for them was probably important too, huh?

"That's right! Come and see any of us if you're looking for help with..." Headtilt. Ponder. "Anything, really. Oh! And we have maps of the island, too! We're going to hand those out, and if the seasoned members would be so kind as to show the rookies what to look out for around here, like areas where the terrain might grant a tactical advantage, or training areas, or things to watch out for, that'd be great!"

"As for the rest of you, if you find anyone who might be interested in joining us, spread the word," Arthur called, "I know you lot think you're good, but you can always use another kick in the arse." This was what passed for humour, clearly. "Work well today. We'll see come next week."

[Open! Newbies, feel free to stumble in and get involved, too! This is behind the dorms, so it should be easy to find even if you haven't been informed IC about what's going on. Of course, everyone is welcome, not just students. Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] bitch_prince, who is awesome like pie.]
[identity profile] iknowstuff.livejournal.com
After classes, Layla settled down outside of her cabin and began making her own version of s'mores which involved a jar of marshmallow fluff, chocolate syrup and graham crackers.

As far as she was concerned it was just as tasty, had the required stickiness and as a bonus she didn't have to start a fire.

Score.

[Open Campfire is Open]

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