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lovelylana.livejournal.com

C1. That was easy enough to remember.

It had taken her two trips to move her things down to the cabins, largely because she couldn't narrow down what books she wanted to bring any further, and of course she was sure she'd soon discover things she'd forgotten. But for now she was enjoying her favorite part of living in the cabins.

The campfire.

She just wished she'd remembered to get some marshmallows.

[Open!]

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Well, school was essentially over for Shawn, and wow was that a scary thought. No more finals, no more nothing. Except his Senior prom, which he had no date for. That was a bit depressing, really. He'd gotten so used to not needing to worry about that sort of thing.

Still, in honour of never having another class here, Shawn was lazing. Why the heck not?

There was plenty of bad TV to watch, and lots of junk food to eat. The caffeine deprivation issue was barely affecting him, and he was going to enjoy his last little while here.

[[Open, of course. I'll be out for dinner for a short while later, but around again after that.]]

advicefrommice.livejournal.com

Coraline had woken early, much to her annoyance.

Not wanting to disturb Lucas, she'd put her robe on over her pyjamas, slipped on her slippers (yes, they were shaped like purple rabbits. She'd insisted) and went down to the common room.

She poured herself a bowl of cereal and curled up on the couch under a blanket, remote control in hand, switching through the channels.

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny was just headed out of the shower when he thought to get a glass of orange juice. Heading into the common room he did just that but noticed that hey! cartoons were on!

Sitting down, he was just only going to stay for a minutes while he watched the coyote blow up stuff. He loved this cartoon!

[the CR is public! and open! yo!]

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana had spent most of the night wandering around aimlessly, and more than a little tipsy. There had been no way she could go back and sleep in the room with Jim gone. At some point she'd ended up back here staring blindly at the TV screen.

She must have fallen asleep, because here she was, blinking herself awake, slightly hungover, and completely oblivious to the wave of amnesia that had swept over the island. She made herself a cup of coffee and curled back up on the safa to go back to the staring at the TV.

[Open like, well, a common room.]

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine was in a good mood, sitting on the couch in the common room wearing a pair of new jeans and a new jacket as well.

... For whatever reason, the shirt that he was wearing with these new clothes was one of his smelly old plum-coloured ones.

He was humming to himself and juggling as he tried to plot out the details for his next big production. The one that his physical well-being was currently very dependent on.

Feel free to ignore or put money into the cup that he's set out on the table. He is accepting donations for his film-making endeavors.

(Open!)

Current Mood: chipper

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Shawn hadn't had a good lazy Sunday like this in far too long. Several weeks in the NTAC facility had really eaten into his summer relaxation time.

He'd made a conscious decision to do as little as possible today, which is why he was lounging on a sofa in the common room reading a large book and picking at a packet of chips and some guacamole dip. The TV was on for background noise, but he really didn't seem to be paying much attention to what was on it.

[[ooc: Open, of course!]]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After waking up way later than she's used to and then going for a quick jog around the island, Mel has ransacked the kitchen grabbing as much junk food as she can before settling down in front of the TV.

As she flicks on the television the first thing she comes across is the SciFi Channel marathon of ~~The Twilight Zone~~ The Dusk Area.

"I'm not sure what's creepier," Mel muttered to herself as she tore into a bag of chips. "That talking puppet or the guy in the suit who just shows up everywhere."

[Yes. It's open.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John set up the gym for flag football practice. There were cones marking lanes for a passing/receiving workshop. Once everyone arrived, John and Molly demonstrated proper throwing and catching techniques. Players were then instructed to partner up to try for themselves. If they had questions or needed tips, John was around.

[ooc: The poll won in favor of practice! Thanks to

bruiser_in_pink for the idea. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Happy Father's Day! Edited cuz I'm a moron and forgot to list a time!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John and Willow had ~~handwavily~~ left messages for the all the players abut the change in practice time.
The gym was set up for flag football. There were gold and blue flags in two boxes. Above the boxes players could see the huge poster Willow'd made. It was covered in stickers and glitter and written in many colorful markers. The poster listed the two teams and the names of the players on each team as follows:

Gold Team	Blue Team
John Sheppard, captain	Willow Rosenberg, captain
Abigail Whistler	Adam Park
Billy Kessler	Andros
Bridge Carson	Annette Hargrove
Chad Sado	Jim Halpert
Dawn Summers	Jo Harvelle
Dean Winchester	Marco Conrad
Dick Casablancas	Sam Winchester
Evie Carnahan	Shawn Farrell
Johnny Storm	Sokka

The poster also encouraged players to pick the proper color flags and join their captain for practice. There were also bottles of water by the sign in sheet ~~just cuz I love that icon~~.

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! All oglers welcome in the watching/cheering thread, but remember: Those who watch too much football will wear out their end zone.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had the gym all set up for the first real Flag Football practice. He hoped people had gotten their voicemails or heard the radio broadcast (but not the Bo Peep bit).

John had set up a table with more copies of his handout. Two crates were on the gym floor: one containing dozens of footballs, and another with flag belts and red and yellow flags.

Willow was off to the side, being a good co-captainy type and John was pacing, eager for practice to begin.

[ooc: Open to all! ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is ready! Willow modded with permission]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

A little research and a quick shopping trip (which he probably shouldn't have taken, since now his back was hurting a little bit) had netted Anders a nice cast-iron Dutch oven. Said Dutch oven had then been cleaned and seasoned, and was now nestled comfortably in the coals at the Salamander cabin campfire, a six-cupcake baking tray filled with chocolatey batter inside.

There was a pitcher full of more cupcake batter on a nearby log, oven mitts and tongs near the fire, and an Anders happily sampling the results of his campfire-baking test run.

Would it have been easier for him to just go down to J,GoB and buy cupcakes? Sure. But dammit, he'd wanted to find out if he could do it. So there.

[OOC: Open, with fresh, if slightly gooey, cupcakes! Also, really slow/flakey/nonexistent comment notifications, so apologies in advance for slowness.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

This was the first ever Flag Football information session and practice. John and Molly set up all the necessary equipment in the camp gym. There was a handout by the door explaining what flag football was and the overall rules.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up, come on in!]]

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

After everything that had happened tonight, the chances of Shawn actually being able to sleep any time soon was slim to none.

Which is why he was sitting out at the main campfire poking idly at the flames. He felt a lot more comfortable now he was pretty damn sure the place was free of crazed axe murderers, at least.

[ooc: Open, but particularly for those in need of some super-healing abilities post-fighty. And um, early cause timezones are teh suck.]

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Savannah had -- for once -- woken up early. Quickly realizing that her being restless in the cabin might irritate her cabin mates -- and the new friends she was making -- she had opted for ducking outside the cabin with her leather bound journal and a book. Thankfully, she had chosen one of the grimoires that she and Paige had put a book cover, making it look like some boring textbook.

Now, she was sitting in a canvas chair and writing notes in her journal -- even as she was thinking about last night's ~~still being played out~~ date with Johnny Storm. He was pretty and fun, and it had been kind of sweet that he thought he might need to protect her. Eve would bust a gut laughing about a teenage guy thinking that she needed protection.

Then again...

If he was one of the guys here that had powers, it might be nice to know, just in case anything bad happened -- or came after her.

It was a good thing no one had overheard them talking about him only using his alcove to sleep... yet. She didn't want to imagine how Eve might have reacted to that.

She should really seek out Wyatt and Tannim again, too. She had enjoyed talking with them and there was something about Wyatt that reminded her of Adam.

[[OOC: Open like an open thing with no doors.]]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

It didn't take long to get from Jack's room to the common room if you were running really, really fast, and he and Sam pelted through the door at exactly the same time.

Jack dropped her hand and danced a little dance of triumph. "Told you you weren't faster than me!"

( Cut for length and a wee bit of a mess! )

[ooc: preplayed with the still fabulous

carter_i_am 'cause of possible availability issues. Post is totally open! Common room is totally open! And messy! And there's still some 'waffle batter' in the bowl and the waffle maker is on, so there can totally be more waffles!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Only more than slightly gleeful that he only had one final left - and that he'd survived (barely) Engineering, Peter set up the Coffe - And Tea - Cart in the 5th Floor Common Room.

He put up a sign saying "Good Luck on Your Finals" and sat at a table studying. Except it looked less like studying and more like playing with Play-Doh he'd found tucked away in the cupboard.

the_merriest

Okay, so: she'd made several dozen cookies last night, and she had actually followed the recipes for once instead of just making things up as she went along. So they weren't, say, Surprise Cookies, but they should be edible, which ... surprise cookies sometimes weren't.

Rikku got a table and set out the cookies - some chocolate chip, some of the peanut butter kind with the fork-marks on top, and some oatmeal raisin - and pulled up a chair. And behind her, she hung the sign she had made.

( really long sign )

See, this is why she put the note in the paper. Because she wasn't so great at signs.

She sat down and waited for people to come by. And take some cookies.

[so very, very open! harass Rikku, take some cookies, or both]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter was down in the lobby bright and early to set up the tables for Prom ticket buying and Prom Court nominations.

He eyed the glitter worriedly but sprinkled it around the table and over the Venetian masks.

Then he sat behind the table with a list of juniors and seniors (because heck if he knew what classes people were in) and realised he hadn't asked Willow to Prom yet. That needed to be remedied.

[OOC: Open for business! Only Juniors and Seniors can buy Prom tickets though they can bring underclassmen. Prom Court nominations are open for anyone to vote: students regardless of class. The handbook has a list of the Juniors and Seniors.]

notafairmaiden.livejournal.com

Gwynn was dressed in her best dress and her hair was carefully done. There was no sign of her usual leather wear or her boots. In fact, there was nothing with her that even looked like she was the daughter of Robin Hood. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up under her and she was reading what might have been a magazine. From the slight blush on her face, it was obvious that it wasn't your run of the mill magazine.

[[OOC: Gwynn has been Mind-Whammied by Witch!Lana. Here would be the first place to run into her and have the wacky hijinks!]]

Current Mood: feminine and lusty

misshargrove.livejournal.com

She definitely wasn't looking too hot. Annette lay sprawled on the couch, a half eaten box of chocolates resting on her stomach. And she was watching Church Chat, thinking that it might make her laugh. It wasn't working. It was stupid right now. They were all stupid. She didn't feel special. Not at all.

After her visit to the clinic, then gun club, she felt the need to splurge and Turtle & Canary was all too happy to oblige her.

"That is a stupid wig. Stooopid."

(open like a common room!)

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was crawling up and down the dorm hallways, very slowly, and pouting and mumbling to herself as she went.

"Stupid magnifying glass doesn't work." She banged it on the floor a couple times and continued on.

She sniffed and pushed her hair back out of her face. "Stupid fish throwing fishman!"

Her knees were getting sore so she hurried back to her room and put on her kneepads, then resumed her search in the halls. On her hands and knees. She was also tired of holding the magnifying glass so she strapped it onto her forehead so the glass hung at a mild slant over her left eye.

"If I don't find it, I'm going to hunt down that stinky fish thing and shoot him in his internal gonads. Yes I am."

Shuffle. Shuffle.

"Dammit."

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy wasn't experienced with throwing parties. Fortunately this wasn't a party. There was pizza and soda, but that was it.

Except for the writing materials and even a sketchpad or two.

He wondered who would show up. Was there anyone else that he didn't know about?

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair had successfully avoided talking about anything Miranda-related for all of Monday. Hanging around River long enough had taught him how to push things to the back of his mind fairly well. Knowing that it couldn't last forever he made his way to the roof with a blanket and took a seat where he could see the grounds.

The height didn't thrill him that much, but it seemed like a convenient place to be by himself but still see hear the sounds of people being alive. After Miranda, he wasn't so interested in finding silence.

[The emo roof is open!]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Cereal! Dinner of champions! Turtle got herself a bowl of chocolate cereal and poured chocolate milk over it and then plopped in front of the television to kill a few braincells. She'd been working on her stocks portfolio all day and was so ready to veg.

[[ open as common rooms are; if I disappear or don't respond, I apologize and blame the call of school work weighing be down before work-work ]]

sonofdragons.livejournal.com

Sometime early Saturday morning, a hastily-assembled quilt was hung in the lobby.

A quilt made of sewn-together (and stapled, and duct-taped) women's underthings.

No sign of any slippers, stuffed dogs or other objects.

Current Mood: artistic

demonbelthazor

After a strange conversation with Phoebe, Bel headed to the common room. Spreading some love and joy would brighten his mood.

The common room was a mess after the party from the night before. Bel waved his hand, setting the room to right. The walls and furniture became bright and cheery colors, and plates of nutritious yet delicious snacks and glasses of orange juice filled the tables. The TV was playing "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" (because people helping other people was quality entertainment suitable for all ages).

He left the glitter, however, because glitter was always fun.

Current Mood: happy

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris had a bunch of snacks and the three disc special edition DVDs of Return from the Past ~~aka Back to the Future~~ and its sequels. Yes, he totally considered this doing research.

2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com

It had been too long since they'd last had a Japanese meal...well, since the New Year. But that seemed so long ago and they were craving it badly

It may have been a rather oddly placed meal time, but Hikaru and Kaoru took their supplies and moved into the Third Floor common room to make some curry and udon. The rice was steaming away in the cooker as Kaoru stirred at the potatos in the curry pot. The smell of curry was almost overpowering...

Hikaru sat on the couch, waiting for the Udon to boil as he watched a re-run of last night'sThe Daily Show on the TV, looking through the TV guide for something else.

[[ooc: open, as common rooms are~]]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

The first day of school demanded breakfast. How kind of Arthur to sign him up for a Monday morning first period class. Nevermind that Walter had rather wanted to take the DAMM class because the teacher looked like an absolute and utter loon.

That aside, he was cooking breakfast. Lots of breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, juice, coffee for the heathens, and of course, tea. He already had two large dishes of both eggs and bacon keeping warm in the oven and was trying to keep from stumbling over Pup, who was dancing underfoot.

Pup would no doubt be delighted to greet anyone coming in for breakfast. How those coming in would greet a six-eyed black puppy with a voice like a small pack of hounds was anyone's guess.

[ETA: ~~Dragging my lazy ass off to work. Will respond to pings after I'm there and SP through the day.~~ Wah. I'm home from work again. I am sick of being sick. Dance!]

nadiathesaint

The lobby had been . . . well, decked out could be the term, possibly. . . . The floor was covered in some sort of black astroturf, the walls were festooned in black crepe paper. Black buckets filled with black water balloons and tables with black silly string were in the corners, and a black clothed table held pies and snacks, especially cupcakes, all chocolate, or otherwise . . . well . . . black.

The black banana cream pie was especially of interest.

There were signs to point out this was done with food coloring, and was not to be thought of as inedible.

Nadia herself was decked out in her blackest blacks, wearing a pin with a big black X over a pink pony with wings, and a banner read:

Evil Flying Pink Pony Awareness Party
Defend yourself from the scourge of pink!

Hey, it was a theme.

[ooc: very minimal OCD ~~going~~ is up. I will be afk for the next few hours attending a company holiday party, but will return asap as I don't really want to deal with all that for too long tonight. Anders will, hopefully, be along shortly as well. It's in the lobby so that teachers may also participate, and, yes, Nadia will be doing the clean up, afterwards, should folks decide to play with the water balloons and silly string. Other black "weaponry" may be modded at will]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Well supplied with popcorn and munchies, Dean settled down in front of the tv to watch a monster movie marathon he stumbled upon. There were a lot worst ways to spend an evening, he thought with a contented sigh.

[OOC: open like an open thing]

Current Mood: content

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her ~~handwavily~~ grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!

Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.

[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

It had taken all night, but they'd finally cobbled together a device they hoped would work, and with Bridge's help Conner had tracked Mesogog down to his current hideout in the sewers. (Which was at least an easier place to get to than, say, a moonbase or an alternate dimension.) So now it was cleanup time.

Conner had left a few messages for people: Heard what you can do, and I could use your skills. Meet me in the lobby if you can come along? He had the transporter device with him, and his weapons -- well, they were in their dimensional storage pocket-thing, anyway, so pretty much ready. All that he needed now was the rest of the team. Maybe not the team he used to have, but in the end, he'd decided, there really wasn't that much difference.

[OOC: For my fight volunteers, primarily, but open if you want to wander through and go "WTF?" Handwave that you got the above message, or just happen by. If you didn't sign up but want to join in, I might be able to accommodate one or two more -- ping me on AIM (FutureBucsStar) or email (rpg.shanie @ gmail . com) if so. Fight post will be going up in about an hour, at which point I'll start a chatroom to coordinate OCD is up and good to go..]

dude-its-jude.livejournal.com

"I learned my passion at the good old-fashioned school of lover boy . . ."

Jude was rocking out as he flipped pancakes in the common room, occasionally halting to belt a solo into his spatula or air guitar along with the music.

The pancakes are on sticks and Jude's on Queen. All are welcome.

Current Music: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

smartestone

Sometime either in the middle of the night or very early in the morning, a large, beautiful, undecorated Christmas tree ended up in the first floor lobby of the dorms. No idea how it got there, but it's not the weirdest thing to happen in Fandom. Neither is the fact that there are also boxes and boxes of ~~completely moddable~~ decorations lying out. Ornaments, garland, tinsel, it's all there. Also not weird is the fact that someone set up a little table with apple cider, hot chocolate and gingerbread cookies. And a little CD player with Christmas music CD's beside it.

The fact that someone stuck a big red bow on the alien fish tank? Okay, that's a little odd.

Really, the tree is lonely without decoration and people should really fix that.

[Welcome to the dorms' tree-trimming party! Post is open all day so no one misses out ICly or hopefully OOCly. Just try to state when your character is there if you can, just so no wonky timeline issues happen if someone's not around in the morning but pings someone who is. First floor lobby means teachers can join in, so have at it.
OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

connernotconnor.livejournal.com

Sore and bruised, and also with a bit of an upset stomach from eating too much after two days without food, Conner headed into the common room in hopes of catching some tape-rerun EPL soccer games, only to find that Fox Soccer Channel's feed was all screwed up again. Fabulous.

He ended up flipping channels idly, just killing time until Supers came on, and temporarily settled on the Boston/Montreal hockey game. Because there were goal nets at either end. It was sorta close.

[OOC: Common-room-ly open and stuff.]

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Shawn has had one of those supremely lazy weeks, where it's almost like he's never left his room. It's made him feel like a total loser. In order to counteract that feeling, he's taking advantage of the weekend to slob out in the common room rather than his dorm and watch Enchanted re-runs. Because hot sisters fighting evil, never a bad thing.

He even brought breakfast. Food always attracts people, right?

His lack in cooking skills doesn't stop him from being able to supply enough poptarts to sink a battleship and coffee. Even he can't screw those up.

[ooc: Food ahoy!]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

After the all the activity going on yesterday for Halloween, Marty decided to be a lump on the couch all day. So he's sitting back on the sofa, watching the DVD of "Ratman Restarts" and sipping his coffee in his sweatpants and a t-shirt.

On the coffee table is a bunch of other movies to watch and numb your mind too.

[ooc: Open! Duh!]

Current Mood: lazy

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Seely was a woeful wee puppet man as he sat in the lobby with a poster almost the same height as him.

He also had cookies.

[ooc: OCD ~~coming~~ up. Open to all! And royalty is meant in the absolute loosest sense possible. Seriously, if even someone just called your character a prince or princess once as a joke, Seely wants to kiss them, ~~I'm~~ he's that ~~mean~~ desperate.

~~ooc2: Crashing. Seely will respond to any pings after I wake up.~~

ooc3: Seely now be a wee plush newt. Feel free to mock the poor lad.]

Current Mood: sad

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

A perky and bored Shawn has taken himself down to the common room, because hanging out in his room too much is making him stir crazy. Plus, he feels he should be making the most of being back in technicolour by being sociable.

He doesn't have food, but he does have a koosh ball, which he's tossing from hand to hand while he lounges on the sofa indulging in sunday morning TV.

demonbelthazor

Disturbing dreams woke Bel early, so he wandered into the common room in hopes of finding someone cooking breakfast. Alas, the room was empty. He sprawled on the couch, flipping on the TV and settling on "Eternal Champion."

If one more person emo-ed at him, he was going to throw them off the roof for real.

Current Mood: moody
Current Music: Eternal Champion

courier-gavin.livejournal.com

Jake was curled up in the couch with a huge cup of coffee and a sketchpad. Yesterday she'd been drawing pirates, and today she'd sketched a scene from Really Scary Stories, and was currently doing Sugar Kane faces while singing along to the singer, who was apparently getting marathoned on Music Video Channel. "Happy to be happy/Happy from my nose to my toes/--"

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was up early and baking muffins in the common room. She had the radio on and was singing along. One might say she was in a good mood.

[open! she's making blueberry, banana nut and apple cinnamon muffins.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd ~~stolen~~ borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat on the couch, idly tossing Vladdie's ball straight up into the air for him to leap up and retrieve.

She also had an eye on the television screen, which was featuring something new every few minutes as Rory's attention span gave out and she changed it.

[Open, yay! Feel free to mod whatever you'd like on the TV, as she's seriously just channel surfing and it's likely to change from thread to thread.]

justmisplaced.livejournal.com

Not wanting to disturb Edward by making lots of noise in their dorm room, Shawn has taken himself and his guitar along to the second floor common room.

He sorted himself some toast, surprisingly without setting fire to anything, and is now lounged out on a sofa strumming away and humming quietly to himself.

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

After cheerleading practice, Marie made a trip to the Quik Stop to buy bleach for her hair dying adventures that evening.

She changed into an old cheerleading tee-shirt, grabbed a couple bath towels and her brush and headed to the common room to wait for Mac.

She'd also grabbed a variety of snacks and sodas on her trip to the store for anyone who wanted to stop by and socialize.

[ooc: open to all! Mac will be dying Marie's hair though. ETA: THIS JUST IN! Bel will be singing Kumbaya in this post tonight!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

Various appetizers, drinks and punch are available and the entire common room is Gremlin Free.

All Parents/Guardians, students and teachers are welcome to mingle and... mix

Current Music: Muzak - Air Supply

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