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iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

Pie.

Everything in the fridge was pie. Elsa had come into the common room looking for tea, but she'd been in for a bit of a shock when she'd opened the refrigerator for some milk, and had been forced into skipping backward a few steps while three apple pies and a banana cream tumbled out from where they'd been crammed in there. She'd left the fridge handle covered in jagged icicles in her surprise, and would have retreated from the common room entirely in a panic if she hadn't felt guilty about the mess.

A bit of cleanup (and a rolling pin taken to break up the ice on the fridge handle before anyone else could see) and Elsa was carefully investigating the pie situation a little more thoroughly.

Pie.

Everything in the fridge was pie. There was no milk. There were no vegetables. Literally everything in the fridge had been replaced with pies of various types.

... Of course, there was nothing to do about it but help herself to a slice of lemon meringue and maybe give the television another chance. What was on it? A cooking show. What were they cooking?

Guess.

[Idek. Open, though!]

give-areason.livejournal.com

Rosalind had entertained the notion of going and visiting Jono at work today, truly she had. She had even made it outside and begun the pleasant walk to town when the bears had started offering her drinks.

… That would be why Rosalind was back in the common room, idly rereading a few reports she was going to revise before sending off to Tseng. The TV played quietly in the background--on a news station, of course--and she considered that to be well enough of an effort to be relaxing.

(Rosalind was special that way.)

This month, Rosalind had decided, was quite weird enough without willingly subjecting herself to more of it. The reports made more sense and were infinitely preferable.

At least, for today.

[Ooopen as a common room is!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Jake was reclining on one of the chairs, his bare feet propped up on the railing. He was bored, bored and bored. Which led him to having gone off island for a while, catching up with the rest of the pack. On his way back, he'd found a nice piece of wood which he was working it with his knife so it slowly started to take the shape of a wolf.

It was kind of relaxing and he was able to push aside thoughts of how fucking annoying Leah was, needing to keep insinuating things. Damn, but was he grateful he didn't need to put up with her every frigging day. It was much like Professor Skywalker had told him, keeping your hands busy helped to clear you mind.

[Open like an open deck.]

Current Mood: artistic

glacial_queen

By now, Karla was used to throwing parties at school. The set-up was easy enough: lots of food, lots of drinks, lots of games and activities, lots of space. There were some streamers and balloons up, mostly because Karla was trying to remind everyone (or, at least, herself) that this was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Really. It was. At least, that's what everyone kept telling her.

The important thing to keep in mind was that there would (probably) be no repeat of her last sixth floor party ~~sadly~~. She had gone the safe an glitter-free route this time. Clad in her new pajamas, Karla waited for her guests to arrive.

[Yay for slumber parties. For girls only (and our honorary girl for the evening), up early for great SP justice. ~~Please hold for~~ OCD up!]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela had been taking Leto's advice and recording her dreams, but it wasn't really helping them go away, so she wasn't sure it was helping.

The range usually helped her concentrate.

Except today it wasn't working. Her head was pounding and she couldn't draw a bead on the target. She scowled and set the shotgun down before drawing her pistol. Maybe she'd have better luck with that.

She managed to get a couple of shots wildly downrange before her hand spasmed wildly and the pistol fell clumsily to the floor with a clatter.

That was... definitely not good.

[Open!]

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 ]]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

Weather still too hot. Check. Cabin stinking of leeches. Check. Half naked boy. Check. Half naked boy eating. Check.

Hopefully those thunderstorms wouldn't take much longer to reach the island, but for now it was dry and Jake had taken up position at the main campfire. There was a bag from J,GOB resting on the ground between his feet. He was planning on just eating it all by himself, but if you'd ask nicely enough he might be willing to share.

Might.

Current Mood: hungry

furnaceface

Jonothon was sitting in the rain.

Why was Jonothon sitting in the rain? Mostly because it seemed like a very Jono thing to do. He'd had half a mind to head into town today, possibly to open up the Groovy Tunes just to pass a Saturday by in the company of some of his favourite recording artists. But then it had started to rain, while he was not more than halfway across the school grounds, and for whatever reason, he felt inclined to just sit down at take it in.

... Mostly by ducking under the nearest tree in the vain hope that it would keep at least some of the rain from soaking into his bandages, which had been rearranged to cover the clawed-up shoulder he'd gotten earlier in the week. His jacket wouldn't do much good in that regard. The shoulder of it was shredded, too.

If nothing else, he could certainly appreciate that it was cooler out thanks to the rainfall than it had been in entirely too long.

All in all, he supposed it wasn't terrible. Just bloody annoying.

[Yeah, it totally seemed like a sitting in the rain kind of day. The grounds are open for all your rainy day needs!]

thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com

Katniss was not fond of the television. The ones here were, at least, far more primitive than the ones at home, but she still associated them strongly with bad news, and mandatory viewing for all districts.

However, the common room was a place that she knew had food. It wasn't as convenient as her quarters at the Training Center had been, when she could press a button and receive food, but she knew she could find something she hadn't tasted before here. And now that she was beginning to grow more comfortable in this environment -- even if she was conscious of the ever-watching eye of the Capitol -- she figured that selecting a box of crackers from one of the cupboards and curling up on one of the couches was safe enough. After a few moments of silence (and unbearable curiosity), she set to work figuring out how to turn on the television.

What she discovered was not replays of old Hunger Games, or footage of the destroyed District 13. No, she found a program of simplistic figures made out of basic shapes, in bright colors. The figures seemed to be small children who screamed at one another in horrible voices, often using coarse language. It was easy enough to follow, even if she didn't quite understand why it was playing. And yet she couldn't look away.

[yeah, Katniss discovered South Park because I'm watching it on Comedy Central. Open!]

give-areason.livejournal.com

The less said about yesterday, the better. Her headache—how was she to explain that in her next report?—was grateful that she was avoiding thoughts of it. Temporarily. It was bad form to avoid things for long.

Rosalind knew that which was why, she sat herself by a campfire. Back straight, in her uniform, and trying her best not to feel as... severely out of place as she felt. This was not how she preferred to be seen. She was aware of the fact that she had to look ridiculous in her suit (too hot, too stiff, too formal) and sitting by an unlit campfire with a contemplative look on her face as evening slowly fell.

And a bag of marshmallows by her side. They weren't something she was particularly fond of but a few were alright and Rosalind was well aware that other students seemed to flock to them. Perhaps she'd use them as a bribe to get someone else to light the fire? Though she thought that might be ridiculous. It was hot enough without adding extra heat.

Even if it looked rather, well, pretty when it was burning. Mmm. Decisions, decisions.

[Oooopen~!]

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela hadn't gotten her entire arsenal out of storage in quite some time, but this evening she felt like running through everything. The lack of missions from home was making her antsy. She just hoped it wasn't also making her rusty.

She'd have to make time to swing by Wellspring again sometime soon to brush up on her sniping skills. They were the ones she used least often, and were likely to need the most practice, after all.

But for now this would be fine. She had a dozen gun cases spread around her and she was carefully checking the contents of each of them in turn.

[Open for all your shooting poor helpless target needs.]

theotherpeter.livejournal.com

Peter had found the dorm piano. Having not felt a need to actually study anything for his classes, he decided the best way to spend his evening was playing various songs. And when it came Peter and the piano, it was not stuffy classical music like Bach.

Right now, he was playing Total Eclipse of the Heart. He'd probably take requests. Though if you name a song from the past fifteen years or so he'd have no idea what you were talking about.

[ooc: Open rec room is open!]

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Entries tagged with rosalind

3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

The deck - Afternoon

Farewell Slumber Party, 6th Floor, Wednesday Night

Shooting Range [Thursday afternoon]

The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

Main Campfire - Morning before classes

The Dorm Grounds, Saturday Evening

Second Floor Common Room [Tuesday evening]

Main Campfire, Saturday Early Evening

Shooting Range [Saturday evening]

First Floor Rec Room | Tuesday Early Evening | 5/11/2010

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