fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with luke castellan

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Making amends with Mrs. O'Leary had a been a long time coming and if you thought making amends with a hellhound was silly then clearly you've never hung out with a hellhound. They had both done things to antagonize each other that probably only Luke regretted and, while he wasn't sure if he'd actually ever be fond of the hellhound, she came with the whole dating Percy Jackson deal and Luke wasn't planning on letting that go anytime soon.

Luke carefully walked past Dany's dragons, trying not to disturb them too much as he made his way to where Mrs. O'Leary was kept. They were friendly the last time Luke saw them but they were also smaller back then. He'd rather not get his face messed up twice. That sentiment also went for the tank-sized hellhound who stood at attention and started growling when Luke approached.

"Shh, calm down. I'm not here to start a fight," Luke said, holding up a basket he had brought with him. "I brought you food, see? I want to be friends."

Yeah, Luke, that'll work.

[Both the hellhound and the dragons were modded with permission and the post is open, of course. Remember that if you're human Mrs. O'Leary will look like a normal-sized poodle to you!]

nottrivial

Well, there was some kind of issue going on with sharks outside, which wasn't surprising given that similar things had happened every day this week. Today they were walking on two legs, though, and Alec had his bow on him in case he should come across one, but for now he was just going to stick to the roof and try not to blow what was probably a temporary burst of Fandom strangeness out of proportion.

Which still felt weird as a rationalization point, because, well, it hadn't been that long ago since a temporary burst of Fandom strangeness had gotten him shot and beaten up and more than a little bit heartbroken all in the span of a few days. But there it was.

So: roof. He had an apple to eat and his bow strapped to his back, and he was going to try not to get too homesick looking around at the island from way up here and not seeing tall buildings everywhere.

That was the plan, anyway.

[[open!]]

unburnt-queen.livejournal.com

Dany had spent entirely too much time on her own, recently. She'd taken to riding and exploring the island, or hiding away in her room with her dragons. She made polite conversation where applicable, and had even managed to start a letter to Jorah, but a week and a half of mourning children who were never to be was quite enough, and frankly, bordering on pathetic.

This was what she told herself when she rose Wednesday morning. Today, she actually brushed and braided her hair to make it shine, and dressed in soft, clean silks. And after attending class, she didn't immediately head back to the stables to take her silver out. Nor did she stay in her room, once she arrived to retrieve the dragons. No, today, she padded out into the common room and turned on the television.

It wasn't a particularly large step. But she hadn't had a particularly massive backslide, either. She found some cookies in the cupboard -- the chocolate ones, with the white cream in the center -- and took to the couch, concentrating intensely on the television.

The program she'd selected was one she'd seen in passing -- people appeared to guess the price of wares, and the closer they were without going over, the better. Of course, she'd never watched long enough to see some of the other games they played, once this stage was passed.

"What in the name of the Seven is Plinko?" she wondered aloud, watching the television closely for any clues as to this bizarre turn of events.

[omg open CR is open, I am bored and Dany is finally out of her mopey place, omg, and mild SP after about 4:00 EDT!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not, generally, a fan of television. Too many bad memories, too many bad associations, too much screentime herself. However, it was late, and she couldn't even fathom sleep yet.

So she'd padded out to the common room to make herself a cup of Karla's magic non-dreaming tea, and curled up in front of the television to watch things that were in black and white. She'd never really seen a lot of this kind of television -- the sort of thing to make people smile, rather than cry.

And if she was trying to forget that she'd spent the weekend as a seven year-old again, well, she couldn't be blamed.

[open, i am bored.]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had the very first shift in selling tickets this week, and she was manning the table today like nothing had happened over the last week or that radio had painted her as a vacation-ruiner. This was StuCo. Her personal life did not get to mess with that, thank you. She had tickets, and appropriate change, and of course there was the voting box for people to nominate their choices for homecoming court.

HOMECOMING 2011
BUY YOUR TICKETS HERE!!

Of course the sign was glittery. Expect no less.

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

As far as Luke knew he had nobody visiting him this weekend but that didn't mean it was going to be entirely peaceful. Knowing Grover was showing up and might possibly be mad at him meant that Luke might be spending the weekend in his room. Deciding to take advantage of the few guest-free hours he had left, Luke decided to hang out in the common room to see if anything interesting was going on.

So far "interesting" was having Sports Center on and him trying to experiment putting chocolate syrup on a bowl of Reese's Puffs to see if that tasted any good.

[The CR is open, of course, and yes that cereal/syrup combination is good]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Whatever good mood and health Luke had gained during his trip to Kansas last weekend had left quickly after Luke had visited his mother during the week. Seeing her had brought back old memories and whatever sleep he managed to get was tinged with nightmares. Rather than lay in bed and have his attempts to sleep go nowhere, Luke decided to make use of time by training in the salle.

He was a little disappointed when he noticed how much his armor was hanging off of him, but he found it didn't hinder him all that much. He was just as fast as he always had been and his recent decline in health hadn't dulled his reflexes or skill any. Luke thought he might get tired a little faster than he used to, but right now he was using Backbiter to tear apart dummies with ease.

[The salle's open, yes]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Yeah, screw going outside.

Luke was not happy to find that they were yet again in someplace cold when it should be nice and hot 'cause it was July. He hated and was not wanted back at camp but he was a bit nostalgic for Mr. D and his ability to make the weather nice wherever he went. Staying in his room wasn't an option considering his roommate made everything colder, so Luke grabbed a blanket from his room and shuffled down to the common room to spend the afternoon watching action movies.

Anybody that knew what he did in his free time might've thought the imagery here was a little weird but, whatever, he was comfortable.

[The cr is open, yep]

vanillajello

Since Kate had stopped smoking a few weeks ago, her trips to the salle had ~~handwavily~~ gotten more frequent. And even if she wasn't feeling a particular stress today (or at least nothing big), she was practising with her knife anyway, concentrating on an already battered-looking dummy.

There was a dance-like quality to her movements, to the precise, smooth repetition of the stepping forward, jabbing the knife into the dummy, yanking it out, stepping back pattern she'd fallen into. It wouldn't be the most helpful in a fight but it was what she was doing right now. It calmed her down and soothed her nerves, doing something physical like that. Just like her dancing had, way back when. Today was one of those days that she was going to let those two things blend into one. Maybe she'd even try out doing a knife-wielding pirouette and see what kind of damage she could do to a dummy with that.

She felt like she could stay here for hours. It was probably for the best that she'd left a post-it on her door to let people know where she was.

[ooc: Post is open, whether it's Kate or the salle that you need!]

withasword.livejournal.com

It was sad, but this whole cabin naming theme was a little lost on Kate. Vaguely, distantly she recognized one, maybe two names, knowing them only as some long adrift of the public eye musicians, whose music she probably wouldn't even recognize.

Maybe that was a good thing, because unlike some she wouldn't be stuck humming uncontrollably for the remainder of this half of the summer.

That aside, this all suited her much better than being cooped up in the dorms. If growing up with Voron had done anything for her, it was given her a healthy appreciation of roughing it (not that this really counted). But she could hunt, she could scavenge and most importantly, she could build a decent campfire. That was the one coming in useful today.

In a rare bout of social awareness, she chose the central campfire for this, stacked her wood and kindling and waited for the fire to take. In the meantime she was drawing crude representations of creatures she'd seen in the Almanac in the dirt at her feet and trying to remember details. There was no reason she couldn't keep her knowledge sharp while she was out here.

[[Open campfire, ofc.]]

Current Mood: creative

necroslacker

Exploring Iceland had been fun enough (though he was sure his skin was still red in places from that hot spring) but Sam was really feeling the whole slacker in the guise of a couch potato thing tonight. He'd done well enough with that gig in Seattle, he figured he could transfer it to this place. Yeah, he wasn't the same slacker he was but he still knew how to loaf with the best of them.

Really, all that was required was some food (easily solved by ordering Chinese takeout, thank you island food places) and something good on the television. That was a little harder since there was a lot of crap on these days but Sam eventually settled on some cooking show that made him miss Ramon's mom's cooking.

Maybe he'd call Ramon and Frank a little later on and try to grease the wheels to see if he could get a care package sent out here or something. For now, the Chinese food would do.

[Open common room, open post]

Current Mood: lazy

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

After an oh so trying day of class (not really) Luke felt a night sitting in front of the TV and raiding the common room pantry was in order. After a long and tedious search (not really) he came up with a bag of cookies and an episode of Man vs. Food on TV. The episode was set in Baltimore and it had Luke tempted to use the portal at the end of the Causeway and try stuffing his face with some of this stuff.

For now he'd just stick with the cookies though.

[Open, of course]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It felt like it'd been awhile since Percy had been the salle. He'd come down maybe once or twice during the break weeks but other than that, he'd taken those weeks to just relax and enjoy not having any responsibilities. Now, with classes back in session, he'd forced himself to get back into the habit of training. He really didn't need Luke poking at his stomach and telling him he was getting soft. That'd just result in Luke's unfortunate death via drowning.

So, he was working himself up to a sweat today. The poor practice dummy was the unfortunate victim and Percy felt about as good as ever with Riptide in his hands. In his mind, he let his thoughts wander. He saw the labyrinth and Luke's ship. He saw Pan dying and Grover's grief. He remembered Bianca sacrificing herself and the anger Nico directed at him after that. He could see Annabeth and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sniping at each other and he could remember the utter devastation when his mother had been snatched by Hades. It seemed like so long ago but it wasn't.

And Percy knew it wasn't over. He drove the sword viciously into the dummy and left it there with only the hilt exposed. He wiped his brow and stretched tense muscles. Well. He'd be feeling this tomorrow.

[Open salle, open post]

Current Mood: frustrated

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

After recovering from eating doughnuts with Leo, Luke decided a workout was probably in order. He was probably gonna end up going down to the salle anyway out of sheer boredom but he liked having a reason to be down there. Gave him something to work to.

He spent some time doing some simple exercises before getting into practicing against the dummies. As per usual when he was working alone, Luke sort of went into autopilot when it came to training. He sliced through the dummies easily and with a lot of skill, but his head was off somewhere else, thinking about everything from the work he had to do back home to Katniss's problems to what the hell he was gonna eat for lunch later. Before he knew it he had worked up a pretty good sweat and the dummy he was wailing on was worse for the wear.

After a few minutes he took a break and wandered over to the practice swords, inspecting them to see if they were good enough to teach with or if he'd have to go back home and steal another one.

[The salle is open, of course]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

It was by no means warm outside, but it was still nice enough for Luke to be out on the roof with a coat on and not be completely uncomfortable. He was sitting out on the ledge of the roof with his legs stretched out in front of him, just looking out onto the island and getting lost in his own thoughts. He might go out and fly in a bit, but right now he seemed content with what he was doing, even if his thoughts weren't so pleasant. Maybe if he got all of his thinking out of the way now it wouldn't bother him later when he went to sleep.

[Open roof is open, of course]

Current Mood: contemplative

vanillajello

So yeah. Some time after breakfast, the self-proclaimed Queen of the Third Floor had notified the school administration with some not-quite-even-half truth about why she needed to cut her vacation short and get back to Fandom, booked a portal, and subsequently returned from Hawaii a few days early. It may have seemed like a completely insane thing to do from an outside perspective but really, she deemed it best for her sanity right now. She needed a bit of distance between herself and... a lot of stuff, and an uncharacteristically quiet Fandom seemed like the place for that.

Having put away her ~~handwavily purchased~~ groceries, she flopped down on a couch with a bag of candy and turned the television on. A brief moment of remote-clicking and mild frowning later, she had come to the conclusion that the TV was joining in on the Spring Break spirit thing by refusing to show anything other than a Jersey Shore marathon on every single channel.

And Kate was just fine with that. In fact, she immediately felt a little bit better, a little more at home in her own skin. There was no chance of her being exposed to anything intellectual, and that was perfect. She got a little more comfortable on the couch, popped a piece of candy in her mouth, and prepared to be entertained by a completely skewed version of reality.

[ooc: Open common room in a mostly deserted dorm building is still an open place! Can also be open to texts or calls, I s'pose.]

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

After meeting Leander earlier in the day, Percy wasn't about to stick around his room and wait for more kids to find him. He'd herded Leander (and dragged Jason along with them since he was the other dad) down to the pool since any kid of his probably liked the water.

Once down there, he'd taken the time to call Luke and both invited him and told him to find Nico since it wasn't like Percy could snap a note up to Ethan's mother. Sure, neither Luke or Nico were big fans of the water but wasn't a pool supposed to be a good way to entertain kids so their parents could spend time beating their heads into the walls or something?"

Percy wasn't sure but being around the water relaxed him enough that he either thought he could deal with the horde of demigod kids or he could make Jason or Nico or Luke deal with it because he had the water as backup. One or the other.

[Percy's here for the two demigods, a Robin, and aaaaaaaaall their kids but the pool's open!]

Current Mood: okay

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy supposed he could be down in the salle, training his ass off but he'd woken up feeling lazy and hadn't been able to shake that feeling for most of the day. He had managed to visit Mrs. O'Leary and he'd actually jogged a bit outside since the temperature was fairly mild but that was all the activity he'd planned for today.

So, he'd bought himself a pizza (large so he'd have leftovers which was a trick he'd learned from his mom) and set himself up in the common room with some loud action movies that lacked a plot. First up? The Stone. He'd seen this before but it'd been awhile.

Pizza in hand, Percy settled back for the movie. Sometimes it was nice to forget all the problems surrounding his life.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: content

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

As much as Luke hated waking up early, he was willing to do it if that meant he could get training and showering out of the way early so he had nothing to do but sit in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Yeah, huge task, odds were he was going to die a very painful death, should be working, he knew that. But there was football on. Playoffs. Just because the Patriots were out of it didn't mean he was gonna stop watching. He was a son of Hermes; he liked to watch all teams equally, and without prejudice. Mostly. He'd be okay with the Jets losing. They sucked.

Deciding to leave the TV in his own room to Nico, Luke headed down to the common room to watch both games. He raided the kitchen for soda and candy before flopping down on the couch to watch TV. He was sorta getting M&M's all over the place since he wasn't paying attention while he was eating but, whatever he'd clean it later.

[Post is open, yes]

Current Mood: lazy

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy made sure to get down to the salle a little early just so he could go through some warm ups since he hadn't kept up with his training very well over break. Riptide went from pen to sword easily in his hand and Percy held it loosely while he adjust his armor.

Yes, he was wearing armor. He was about to spar with another demigod and he didn't want to end up with an arm sliced off or a kneecap severed or something. Plus, he liked the armor. And despite not having practiced for awhile, he fell back into the old routines easily.

Now, he was just swinging Riptide and waiting for Nico and anyone else who might wander their way down. He was ready to both fight and take down his bitchy cousin. Hopefully he'd refrain from kneeing him in the junk.

[Percy's here for a few people but this is totes an open post!]

Current Mood: determined

vanillajello

Kate hadn't actually ever been in the salle before. She wouldn't have even been in the salle today if she hadn't made some plans with Luke, yesterday. It felt more than a little surreal that her life had come to a point where making plans like this seemed to be necessary, but she was just going with it. And she was tired of feeling like there wasn't much she could do in the face of danger or monsters.

And if nothing else, maybe this'd at least provide the distraction she so desperately needed. Maybe it'd work a little like her dancing had, before she'd given that up out of general laziness.

For now, she was poking curiously at the practice dummies while half lost in her thoughts, occasionally tugging absently on the light scarf she was still wearing.

[ooc: Girl has shown up for Luke, but open post is open for all your Kate-bothering/salle-using needs!]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke didn't really mind the whole Santa hat thing he had going on right now. He liked the whole festive part of it, having very few experiences of the whole Christmas thing seeing as Camp Half Blood didn't really do much for the holiday. So, yeah, the hat was fine. He was kind of liking watching the annoyed faces of everyone else as they walked around with them on.

That was half the reason Luke had parked himself in the common room. The other half was because he was bored. And the other half was because he had found a carton of s'more ice cream that he was determined to eat himself. Yeah, that was one half too many, whatever. Math wasn't his strong point.

[omg miracle. Open, yes]

Current Mood: amused

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was aware that tomorrow was some sort of holiday, and while she was fuzzy on the details of its origin, what mattered was the fact that she knew it had to do with feasting.

Needless to say, she was looking forward to it.

However, Wednesday evening found her restless. It was too cold (and soon, too dark) to stay out in the woods -- even if she had been inclined, the animals themselves were tucking themselves away into warmer locations. So she took to the roof after stowing her bow and arrow, tucking her jacket around herself and just quietly looking out over the edge. With the Tour fast approaching, she knew she had to appreciate moments like this, when she could just think and be alone, quietly. Even if she was afforded a time like this in the coming months -- and that was unlikely -- it would be filmed, and shared with Peeta.

So right now, she just stayed still in the chill, appreciating her peace and quietly nudging little rocks off the edge of the rooftop, just to watch them fall.

[bored and making pies. open yay!]

deaths-demigod.livejournal.com

There was just no dispelling all the energy Nico was trying to deal with this week, no matter how much time he put in with weapons training. Sure his, uh, talk with Jason had helped things a little, but all that really led to was some pretty wicked daydreaming when he wasn't in class avoiding looking at people for a variety of reasons.

One of those reasons being how to best destroy Percy with a rant in lieu of more physical fighting. Well, that was assuming Nico ever stopped avoiding the water boy. Luke was a different story entirely, being both an excellent roommate and just overall better than Percy. Nico couldn't help but hope something about fooling around with Percy would make Luke less likely to become Kronos' favorite suit. Although, if that meant Percy had some kind of magical healing spit, Nico was going to blow a gasket.

Which took him right back to stabbing things in the salle. His form was a little on the sloppy side, but his Stygian blade was getting the job done. Nico wished he could raise a few skeleton soldiers to make his solo sparring more realistic, but he doubted the other students would be keen on dead people getting used for his training purposes.

[Open salle!]

Current Mood: thirsty

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Lack of sleep hadn't exactly made Luke a zombie the past few weeks. If anything it had the opposite effect sometimes, and he found himself with an abundance of energy and a ton of boredom to go with it. Working it off at the salle was the best way to spend his time since not only was it exhausting, but it was a pretty good distraction. For some reason fighting cleared his head better than anything else. He didn't know if it was a demigod thing or a Luke thing but, wherever it came from, he couldn't say that it wasn't useful. That little quirk kept him in shape and probably saved his ass numerous times.

After about an hour of non-stop training Luke decided to take a break, leaning against one of the dummies for support. Sweat was making his shirt cling to him, and he could tell that a shower was definitely in his near future. His room might've been messy but it didn't smell weird and Luke intended to keep it that way.

[Salle's open of course, but fyi I'll be afk from like 2:30-4:30 due to that class type thing]

Current Mood: productive

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

If Percy hadn't talked to Grover yesterday, he probably would have spent the entire day in the salle, swinging Riptide and taking out his mood on the practice dummies. Talking to Grover had calmed him down a little and talking to Bobby had distracted him from his issues.

Today was a different story. One class with both his cousins was enough to make him remember why his mood had been there in the first place. Couple that with feeling like he needed to make sure he could still use a sword after being a girl for two days and Percy was in the salle, already well into a workout.

He didn't know if Luke would show but he'd asked and he wasn't going to admit out loud that he hoped Luke would show. Nope, he wasn't going to do that. Percy didn't even know what he wanted to say.

Percy kept working with Riptide, swinging hard and sharp, glad to see that he hadn't lost this ability despite losing his body for two days. It made him feel a little better.

[Salle's open, yep]

Current Mood: blah

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

With the rain sheeting down outside and feelings of restlessness creeping up inside him, Percy found himself in the salle to work off some of the nervous energy. Parent's Weekend was creeping closer and he hadn't heard a thing from his father. His mother had called and told him she wouldn't be able to make it. Percy understood and assured her he was fine. She had Paul and she had things that were actually good now. He wanted her to be happy.

With a particular vicious overhead swing, one of the practice dummy's got mauled by the blade of Riptide. Percy didn't stop. He didn't stop when the sweat started running into his eyes or when his hand started to hurt from gripping the hilt of Riptide so hard. When Riptide's blade got stuck in the neck of the practice dummy, he stopped and blinked.

Well. That poor practice dummy had seen better days. Percy wiped his brow with his forearm and tried to calm down some. He flexed his fingers and didn't think about where all that anger had suddenly come from.

[Salle's an open place so this is an open post]

Current Mood: moody

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke had been putting in extra effort to spend more time in the salle since his cousins had showed up, and so far he was doing a pretty good job of it. He was still not training as hard as he had at Camp Half Blood, but most of that had been due to boredom more than anything else. He felt spending a couple times a week here was still pretty good. He could still beat Percy, which was really all that mattered at the moment.

He was allowed to be petty, dammit.

He had no specific training goal while he was in the salle today, other than alleviating boredom and restlessness. Luke was just randomly slashing at dummies without much skill, doing nothing more than working up a sweat and tiring himself out.

[The salle is open, of course]

Current Mood: productive

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

This wasn't the most awkward situation Luke had been in, but it was up there. Waiting around by the pool for your cousin from another universe to show up and heal you wasn't exactly normal, even for him. He was just thankful he had the option to do this somewhere other than the showers because that would have been even more awkward.

Luke was determined not to show how awkward he felt about this, however, and made himself relax by the poolside while waiting for his cousin. He was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water, thankful that this thing seemed to be heated or something.

[Luke's there for Percy, but the pool's open to all, naturally]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

It was safe to say that Percy had been looking forward to this since he and Luke had made plans. It wasn't just getting to fight someone that he could go all out against, it was getting to fight Luke. Every single time he'd come up against Luke in the last three years, it'd been when Luke had a gang of monsters and minions at his back.

This would be one on one. When he'd met Luke, he'd been easily bested, easily shown up and easily embarrassed. He'd learned though and he wasn't the same person now as he was back then. Percy didn't know if he could beat Luke but he knew he'd give him a tough fight.

For now, he was taking some easy swings at the practice dummies, warming up with Riptide while he waited for his cousin to show up.

[Percy's only gonna be fighting Luke but the salle is totes open for conversation and practice!]

Current Mood: excited

seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com

Percy had found the salle. Unsurprisingly, he'd been looking for an easy way to let off some steam from yesterday and this place seemed close enough to the arena at Camp Half Blood that it would work.

He pulled Riptide from his pocket, watching it change from ballpoint pen to celestial bronze sword in his hands. As soon as he took the first swing towards the practice dummies, he knew he needed more practice. He was slower than he wanted to be even if he was faster than almost anyone else.

If that anyone else was Luke, that is. Seeing him had been the biggest surprise and seeing him as a younger, happier version of him was the biggest shock of all. Luke was supposed to be evil. Luke was supposed to be Kronos' vessel. Luke wasn't supposed to be here.

When Nico di Angelo being older, stronger and wiser wasn't the biggest surprise of the last few days, something was wrong. Thinking of Nico just made his thoughts shift to him knowing the future and possibly knowing the outcome of the Great Prophecy. Knowing Nico wouldn't tell him just frustrated him more.

Percy decided he'd just take it all out on the dummies.

[Open, of course. And yes, Percy really does think THIS MUCH about his cousins. And yes, he is this much of a brat sometimes.]

Current Mood: annoyed

glacial_queen

After saying goodbye to Triela, Karla'd had two options: go to her room and worry or do something, anything else. Since she had pretty much spent the past week doing the former, she'd opted for the latter today. Rather than sit on her bed and brood, only putting on her cheerful face when someone stopped by, she stayed inside only long enough to change into her bodystocking and then practically flung herself into the air.

A few laps around the island and she'd actually been feeling better. The exertion was enough to take her mind off ~~the maenad~~ things and she found herself in much better spirits by the time she came winging back to the dorm roof.

[Open like a rooftop, for both flyers and not!]

endsthegame

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

Luke, naturally, didn't mind this cabin thing too much. Sure, he had been enjoying only have to share a living space with one other person, but cabin living hadn't been that difficult to re-adjust himself to. At least the cabin here wasn't filled with thieves and emo people like Hermes cabin was back at Camp Half-Blood.

He also liked being able to sit around a camp fire and light marshmallows on fire. That was something the dorms lacked. Weird how you miss stupid things like that.

[Open, yes]

Current Mood: relaxed

guardianborn.livejournal.com

For once Rose didn't feel like being outside - something about the humidity or the thunderstorms or whatever. She didn't feel like being in her room which still felt too empty without Morgana there either so she found herself down in the common room with the music turned up loudly.

Even better, in the refrigerator, there was a tube of chocolate chip dough. Rose eyed it warily. Should it be eaten with a spoon or should she try to make cookies? The oven was on and a cookie sheet was out, but the possibility of ruined cookies was high once they actually went in the oven. Difficult choices for a Monday afternoon.

Current Mood: apathetic

trickydemigod.livejournal.com

A love for sports ran in the family so, naturally, Luke was excited about the World Cup final today. All of the teams he rooted for were kicked out of the tournament a while ago (seriously, Greece, what the hell?), so he didn't have much of an opinion on who he wanted to win. That little octopus guy picked Spain and his grandfather had a thing for Krakens so maybe he'd lean over that way.

Whatever, he just wanted to eat some popcorn and possibly see people duel with vuvuzelas.

[Well it's open, naturally]

Current Mood: good

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       IC Community Tags
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Entries tagged with luke castellan

Fandom High RPG