[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
As today wasn't being spent hanging on a wall together with a whiny boy, River was in a good mood. That meant it was also a good day for apple, marshmallow and sandwich barbecue. River sang quietly to herself, a melancholy melody with improvised words, most of which didn't really have a meaning. Still, she smiled. Not much time left.

[open!]
[identity profile] on-her-korhal.livejournal.com
You could almost get nostalgic about a thing like this.

Kerrigan stepped down from the ladder so she could admire her handiwork. "I'll be here to pick you guys up in a couple of hours," she told them. She wasn't smiling this time-- that was a change from the last. "Or when you resolve your differences. I'm listening in, so don't try anything stupid."

She'd picked a nice spot for them, though. Not in any way harder to spot, but at least this way they were relatively safe from any rain that might fall or fog that might mysteriously become rabid. Fandom flora could be useful like that.

"I hope you both had lunch."

[ first for the two on the wall, and next for anyone who might stumble on by. have at! ]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River was barbecuing an apple. She looked sullen and muttering to herself, wishing cabin time was over and she could go back to her own room, where there was no need to make an effort to keep people out of her mind. The cabins were noisy - although less so now since a certain darkhaired girl turned into a bird. There was also that incident that had upset Kerrigan. River didn't wan't to think about that.

She poked the apple with her finger. Almost done.

[open!]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River lay on her belly, staring down at the grass, the tip of her nose almost touching the tallest blade. Mumbling to herself, she counted those making up a path for an ant struggling with a heavy burden. It wasn't important, not really, but reminded her of space travel.

[open]
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Cal was in the gym bright and early this morning for his workout, so that he'd have plenty of time for everything else he had to do today. Which wasn't really that much to do, but he liked to take his time with things. Hated to feel rushed. Easy come, easy go.

And, for the most part, that was how he was approaching the workout today. He actually might have thrown a few punches and kicks at the bag before heading to the weight machines. Considering, though, that the only time he'd really ever thrown a punch was two years ago and he was hit by a tractor not long after, he had no idea what he was doing, and quickly went to the bench to save himself from embarrassment if anyone came in.

[[ yup, yup, open of course! ]]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had acquired crisps for the day's endeavour. He'd maybe gone a little bit overboard, leaving several horizontal surfaces covered in bags (including Nana's poor pink head, which stayed, moping, on the floor) and some bottles of soda.

However, the one thing he was truly interested in was the television. He had the remote, and he was using it to flip through the channels, trying to will images of the Portugal - Czech Republic game into being.

Stupid timezones. It had to be on any minute now.

[ open! ...yes, i know the game hasn't actually started yet. place yer bets ]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
Gladys was looming near the stairs, watching the genet.

It was tumbling madly in a pile of lingerie, twisting, jumping, pouncing in pure, almost unholy glee.

Sometime in the night, something had left a variety of underwear scattered across the lobby and draped over various bits of furniture. Gladys wasn't sure what to make of it so she simply kept watching, pondering the mysteries of rogue underwear.

[ooc: open of course! Mod your underwear if you want to find it in the lobby!]

Gym; Monday Morning.

Monday, June 2nd, 2008 10:09 am
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
It was Monday and Cal had managed to find the gym in the dorms, not as if it had been that hard, so it was pretty easy to assume what he was doing. Pumping weights to tick the time until he had to stop, shower, and go to class. Waxing faux intellectual in his head on the habitual nature of humans. Same old, same old.


[[ whoooo day off! open! ]]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
Trenor was a very bored horse. Not that he wasn't being looked after properly, but he missed his person, and he was sick of his stall and his yard. So he'd escaped and wandered into camp, in hopes of finding someone to give him treats. When he sniffed at the odd rock near one of the cabins he got quite a surprise.

It stood up.

Legs splayed, he stared at it in shock.

When it spoke, his ears pointed straight at it, and he quivered in astonishment.

"Horses Are Not Supposed To Walk Around Alone. You Should Be In Your Stable."

Trenor simply kept staring at her, and it was much too late when he finally decided to bolt.

Gladys reached out one massive hand and, with surprising delicacy, caught his halter. Trenor pulled back, but he was only a small gelding and Gladys was immovable object and irresistible force all rolled into one.

Even his attempt at passive resistance didn't work. Rather than drag him back to the stables, Gladys simply picked the horse up and put him over her shoulder. Trenor flailed his legs once, trying to leap off, but Gladys barely noticed. Balancing him carefully, she began to walk out of camp. "Now You Will Go Back To Your Stable."

Ears drooping, Trenor hung limply over her shoulder, whuffling to himself.

[ooc: Totally open! (Though it'll be SP in two hours cause I have to go to bed.) And yup, it's canon, a golem can easily carry a horse. Poor Trenor.]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
The Sirius campfire was lit and burning merrily. Gladys was standing nearby, arms hanging, the glow in her eyes banked, as she waited for something that needed to be done.

Apart from setting up the fire, she hadn't moved since last night.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is serious. Err, open. And it was TOTALLY never in the wrong journal. Honest.]
[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com
Yes, the senior cabin was twice as large as any of the other cabins, but there were also twice as many people inside, and so Adah found that she was rather quick to want to slip out from the confines of the cabin, into the rather nice morning, and find a small spot close to the campfire, in the grass, to sit and hope for quiet before the day's activities got too bustling and she might have to relocated with a bit of a limping voyage into the woods, or off the island, into Greece, which she liked but her body did not. The idle quiet was nice for perhaps five minutes; Adah then found herself getting restless, thinking about how much more productive she could be, should be, would be if she'd gotten her internship. She felt useless and bored, a book on her lap, and she started to read about various mutations and synthesis of hemoglobin structures and how to identify and perhaps even predict them, and what started out as being a quiet entertaining read was quickly turning into Adah furiously writing backwards notes in the margins, filling up every white space just as much as the spaces with text and pictures were filled.

Anything to make her feel like she just wasn't sitting there, idle, wasting precious time.


[[ open, of course. guess who has another day off -_- ]]
[identity profile] cheminthehead.livejournal.com
Gladys had lit a campfire. She didn't get cold -- even if she did, it was probably too warm to need one -- nor did she eat or drink, so it wasn't really of any use to her.

But there was a spot for a fire to be made, and so she had made a fire. It was her first (golems being known more for putting them out than for lighting them), which meant she was learning how to make it better.

Of course, she was doing this by reaching into the flames, rearranging the burning logs, then observing the fire to see if it was made better or worse. Hands in the fire, she regarded it seriously.

[ooc: Of course it's open! Of course there's a pun!]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
Being in a slightly different body today, the best thing River could think of doing was dancing. He had already done plenty of that already, but the roof was the best place for that.

With all the music he needed in her mind - that gave him a wide choice too - he began to move.

[Open, of course]
withoutverona: (romeo romeo!)
[personal profile] withoutverona
Blissfully unaware there was anything at all odd about today, Romeo padded into the common room and found some cold cereal to eat while he watched a morning talk show.

They were making over erotic dancers, and Romeo decided the "on stage" looks were much better than the "daytime" looks. It was purely an aesthetic decision, of course -- at least the on stage looks didn't involve floral cardigans.


[Open like a common room.]
[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com
Cassandra led the way from the roof to the stairwell, still lightly holding River's hand. Just moving across the roof was a dance in itself as she spun her partner just a bit.

"Dancing on the railings" River had said. Cassandra beamed. There were six floors of them. This was going to be fun.

She turned to her partner in crime with a smirk. "Ready?"

[ooc: Cass and River will be dancing down the stairs. Anyone is welcome to find them on the way down!]
[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com
Cassandra didn't sleep much. And the truth was that she was oddly comfortable on top of roofs. It hadn't taken long in Fandom for her to realize that while it wasn't uncommon for people to be on the roof at night, if she came up early in the morning she could generally find some solitude.

So she sat cross-legged on the roof simply breathing quietly.
[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com
With his classes all already done for the week, Lee had the rest of the week for himself to be productive. Of course, being productive meant trudging down to the common room early Wednesday morning, flopping down on one of the couches and turning on the television.

At least there was a movie about space and ships and flying being shown. Lee could definitely make due with that.

"I could do that," Lee muttered, half watching and half not. "Easy."
[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com
After spending most of the night in a Jedi healing trance, Luke didn't look like he'd had a wall dropped on him the night before.

But he was very, very tired of his room. And he was hungry.

So over Artoo's protests, he was in the common room attempting to make breakfast.

Since he wasn't making cereal, it wasn't going very well.
the_merriest: (pensive)
[personal profile] the_merriest
Rikku was thinking. She wasn't sure why she couldn't sleep, but she couldn't, dang it, so here she was, up on the roof, looking at the stars.

It wasn't necessarily bad thinking. Just ... a little quieter than she was used to. Trying to sort out a few things and find where she was, under it all.

The roof was open, as roofs tend to be, and Rikku would welcome anyone else awake who wanted to stop by and talk.
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
Movement of the body often grabbed hold of wandering thoughts and turned them focused on the present, and River knew she needed that. After her meeting with Adah last week she had decided on her course of action; no further plans were necessary. With a low kick she brought her thoughts away from those decisions and back to here and now, to a room filled with imaginary enemies that fell as her fists and feet hit them. She was good at this. She had a purpose.

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

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

[OOC: Fair warning per the admins -- this is a high school. You get punk in drublic, or the converse, you might get punished. So ... don't get caught?]
[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com
Okay, so How to Be Cool Class was going to be...trying.

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

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

The giggling part was completely voluntarily.

[OOC: Come play in the snow!]

Rocks and Trees - The Arrogant Worms
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River hadn't made popcorn in a long time. She didn't put a lid on the pan and let the popcorn fly around the kitchen, and moved around the kitchen with surprising speed and grace, catching them in her hands and mouth. It might have been a dance or it might have been a fight - the choice was up to the beholder.

[open!]
[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com
Karal had said he could.

And someone else had mentioned that this place was in an ocean. An ocean! The very idea of it. He couldn't help but think of Kumbricia and the flood, of all that water rushing in, more water than he'd ever seen in his life, and great churning waves like the ones that had taken Dorothy's parents, or so she'd said. The Witch had mentioned Restwater a time or two, as had Dorothy, but he'd never seen such a thing.

That was why he was on the broom. And because Karal had said, blatantly, that he could. And that way, he was up high away from the ocean. Up high, so he could see it and get a view and really see if there was no land within sight in one direction, or if someone had lied to him.

He wouldn't put it past anyone, after all.

It was good to fly, good to be free of the earth and free of concerns and just plain free. He'd have to land eventually, since his stomach was rumbling and he'd need to go get some of the food he'd taken from the picnic out of his little hiding place in the room (Karal had mentioned a cafeteria, but why not plan for all eventualities?), but for now, he was a creature of Air.

[very much open for anyone, air or ground]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
There was a stack of horror movies by the television.

And a couple Britt Ekland ones. Just to even it all up.

Jeff was seated on the couch, surrounded by soda and popcorn, and holding a very large binder of something or other.

He was prepared. Very prepared. Capital Jeff Prepared.

[ oooopen, bouts of SP later ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had his films back. Jeff had his really, really awful films back. Jeff really loved his really, really awful films.

This is why Jeff was sacked out in the common room with a lot of popcorn and bottles of soda, ready and willing for another one of his spectacular bad old horror movie marathons.

Of course, he'd have to kick it off with 'The Globule'. Timeless classic.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
Wearing a huge red scarf wrapped around her upper body, and her warm winter boots, River paced the lawn outside the dorms. She carried a bag of apples with her, placing them at irregular intervals on the grass, then stared up at the sky and readjusted their position, seemingly according to some logic of her own related to the sky.

[open, of course]
[identity profile] witchy-prue.livejournal.com
Prue headed down to the gym early to set up for practice. Music was blasting as she TKed the mats into place. She could have dragged them out herself but she figured she'd get her work out in once practice actually started.

[Wait for OCD is up!]
not_in_the_book: (Plots: Reunion - Older Ronan)
[personal profile] not_in_the_book
Ronan stood at the edge of the roof, looking over the island. It was strange to have gone asleep in one time, and to have woken up in another, but hardly surprising given the island on which he stood. He was, however, thankful for the Manual functions that told him when he was -- otherwise, he would have been far more surprised, and probably not realised for longer than he'd like to admit.

As it was, he was smiling softly, wondering if he'd be given a chance to try and set right some of the few things he truly regretted from his time here, or if it was truly too risky to try.

[Open; he's introspective, not emo, feel absolutely free to interrupt him.]
[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com
There was a huge pot on the stove, and Sokka was making soup.

He started with a mixture of chicken broth and fish broth, added a whole lot of lime juice and garlic, and then stirred in whatever herbs, fresh or dried, he could find. And that weird, chalky aftertaste? Crushed meta for Flintstones chewable vitamins. Against all probability, it actually smelled pretty good.

In a smaller saucepan, he also mixed up more or less the same thing, only with salt water instead of broth, because some people were vegetarians, and while he didn't agree with their lifestyle, he respected it.

A large sign on the table -- beside the stacked bowls and spoons -- proclaimed it to be "Sokka's Symantec Soup!!!!!"
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
It had been a while since River had been to the shooting range. It wasn't really that she needed the practise that made her come here today - she knew she was good enough to hit the bull's eye every time from this distance. Rather it was a question of focus, of turning her mind into something resembling that bullet, for what purpose she wasn't sure. Loading the Navy Colt that Jane had given her made her smile though, partly from the memories that any gift evoked. She posted the rules:

SAFETY RULES:

· TREAT ALL GUNS AS IF THEY WERE LOADED

· KEEP YOUR FINGER OFF THE TRIGGER UNTIL READY TO FIRE

· BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND WHAT’S BEYOND

· ALWAYS WEAR HEARING AND EYE PROTECTION

· NEVER USE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS BEFORE OR WHILE SHOOTING.

· CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE RANGE.

Then she slipped on the hearing protection and aimed to fire.

[Open]
[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com
Irulan settled on the sofa and sipped her spice laced coffee, this was probably the first day where Irulan finally shook off the shadow of her Reverend Mother. She knew that she would be married off someday but to learn that the Reverend Mother and quite possibly her father already had suitors in mind was enough to shake her.

She just had her first kiss for goddess' sake!

This settles it then, from this day forth she will go on and try enjoying her life, after this Irulan knew life would be far too complicated to comprehend.


[open as all common rooms are supposed to be open!]
[identity profile] cantjossme.livejournal.com
It isn't that Mel isn't in a "mood" after what happened yesterday it's just that she felt that beating the crap out of the body bag in the gym would make her feel better.

Okay... she is in a mood. And the beating of the body bag? Totally not helping.

That wasn't stopping her from continuing to beat the crap out of it.

[open]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
There was a large amount of various tinned vegetables in the cupboards, and River had arranged all of them on the kitchen worktop. The arrangement was a complicated one, organising the cans according to size, colour of labels and content, but none of them passed the test. Instead she decided to make another fruit salad, and proceeded to finely chop all the fresh fruit available, placing it in a large bowl. Especially the chopping up of some big bananas made her grin, thinking about the conversation she had had with Mary at the hotel on Friday.

[Open, of course, and edible fruit salad available]
[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel always thought better when she cooked. That was why Friday morning she could be found in the common room making muffins. Lots of them.

Hopefully the smell would draw people in to eat them.
[identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com
When Cassandra was feeling restless, she usually found somewhere quiet to work out. Today, however, she felt like she needed a change.

Which was why she'd moved some of the furniture around in what looked to be a pretty random arrangement. Seats facing in all sorts of directions did not, after all, make a lot of sense for most purposes.

It might have made slightly more sense for what Cassandra was doing, which involved moving in random directions around the room without touching the floor.

Conversation might actually be a less disruptive form of entertainment.

[open!]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
Sometimes exercise was a good way to stop thinking, and today River did not feel like thinking at all. The gym was also empty, so the thoughts of others were far away enough to not require effort to keep them out. She stretched out on the floor, leaning flat over her right leg, trying to keep her mind off the replies she had asked for and not received and turning more to the happiness she felt that she would see Simon again soon.

[River is here to meet Lee, but the gym is very open]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
It was Sunday morning and a good time for exercise. River moved along one of the walls of the gym in a sequence of kicks and punches against imaginary foes, making it look more like a dance. The walls around her mind was up and her focus only on movement, looking no further ahead than the next few steps. It was easy - enemies of your own invention rarely surprise you.

[Post is for Cass, but the gym is very open and River is interruptable.]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
Maybe it was the dancing on Friday, or perhaps just a sudden need for movement, but whatever the reason River made her way to the gym after her class. Along one of the walls she improvised a series of kicks and punches, interrupted by steps that seemed more like dancing than fighting. She felt still, shutting out the voices, and there was only the present moment.

[It's a very open gym, and River is interruptable]
[identity profile] isourking.livejournal.com
Having "mastered" the remote control, Ron went forth into the common room and became even more daring by figuring out how the vending machines worked.

Plopping down in front of the television with his newfound love (pop tarts) Ron successfully managed to get the TV on by mashing a bunch of buttons and then somehow ending up watch "Wendy the Werewolf Stalker".

This muggle stuff? Piece o' cake.

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

[open]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River had slept late which was unusual, and then spent the morning teasing Berthold by throwing socks at him and catching them before he did. Eventually she got hungry and left her room for the common room kitchen, the tentacled monster in tow. Berthold was served a bowl of porridge, which made him sniffle disappointedly from under his blanket, but as the complaints didn't yield any results he eventually gave in and devoured the contents of the bowl.

For herself River made a fruit salad, accompanied by some leftover biscuits and a cup of coffee, and she took a seat on the couch.

[very open!]
[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
Annette was without her crutches today but she was still limping. Also she was wearing cheerleading sweats instead of her skirt. Ugly legs and all that.

After setting everything up for practice, she put her mat on the floor and sat down. Not moving. Just sitting there and watching everyone else.

The stereo was on and pumping so hopefully that would encourage everyone to have a fun, cheery work out. That and she had brought cookies and Kool-Aid for everyone to enjoy.

(ooc: please wait for ocd is up!)

 
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River had only one class today and it was in the morning. After that she had returned to her room and dragged a rather reluctant tentacled monster down the stairs, having decided that Berthold needed to get out more. The monster hadn't quite seemed to agree and had struggled at first, but after the first stair he had resigned to his fate and just clung to his blanket.

Now Berthold lay on the ground next to River, almost completely hidden under his blanket, chewing on a T-shirt that he had somehow found on the way down the stairs. River lay on her back, arms outstretched to the sides and staring up at the sky, humming happily to herself.

[Open. Talk to River and/or Berthold]
[identity profile] walks-two-paths.livejournal.com
Savannah got to the gym a little bit early and started setting things up for practice.

She pulled out the mats and set them up, as well as a table with snacks and music. She was bouncing around as she got things set up.



[[OOC: Please wait for OCD is up!]]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. Wait for OCDs! OCDs are up!]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
River had felt almost nostalgic when she had opened her box of watercolours, but she had needed to make posters for the party tomorrow. She had pinned the to the walls all over the dorms. The posters read:

Dancing is compulsory and fun

Easily combinable with optional shirtlessness and glitter

Party on the dorm roof on Friday night




Poster! )

[ooc: Everyone's invited to the party tomorrow!]
[identity profile] moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com
It was Wednesday afternoon and that meant cheerleader practice. River was in a good mood, which always made for better cheering. She had a hard time deciding what music was best for today, though.

[Wait for OCD! OCDs are up!]
[identity profile] 1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com
Even with the Cheer Camp Buffy had felt like she hadn't done enough punching and kicking since she came back to Fandom. She was definitely making up for it now. She was dancing around the punching bag and looked like she was having an enormous amount of fun.

"Want to snack on my friends? Oh, no, not here you don't! Take that! And that!"

Okay, maybe she needed a little work on her quips.


ooc: Open!
[identity profile] by137.livejournal.com
Although he'd spent a proper day afk brooding, A.J. was still feeling upset about that whole thing with Annette coming in the other day. And the more the thought about it, the more angsty emo upset he got. Maybe, yeah maybe she didn't know any better. But Annette was smarter than that! She had to have known what she was doing, and if she knew what she was doing...

Because he most likely didn't have the strength to put his aggression out in most forms, he did it through his painting. He'd laid down a big canvas on the floor, picked up a few brushes at once, each dipped in certain paints and just slashed and stabbed and dotted and streaked wherever it felt right, or effective. Jackson Pollack on moody, teenaged boy angst, as A.J. tried to figure out the conundrum of the fact that he always seemed to want what he couldn't have, and then what he could just....He hoped to find the answers in the paint. He'd title this piece "Solution to a Problem about Love that's Not as Messy as Blowing Out your Brains."


[[ open roof is open ]]

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