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Stark was back on the roof ~~being emo~~. It wasn't comforting, exactly, to look up at the stars, but at least it was somewhat familiar. And he wasn't sure how many chances he would have to look up at an open sky after leaving here. Tomorrow, maybe, he'd go out into the park for another view of the sky. Tonight though he wouldn't mind company and he thought he was more likely to find that up here than out there.

[Open, as roof posts are]

stykera

The roof wasn't somewhere Stark went often. It seemed like a good place to ~~emo~~ think tonight though. He was tired of his room for the time being, and this was less likely to be crowded than a common room. And it was nice, sometimes, to be able to look up at the stars, even when they were partially hidden behind clouds.

So he was sitting quietly near the edge, knees pulled up to his chest, trying not to think too hard about anything.

[Open, as these things tend to be]

not_in_the_book

This was getting to be a habit.

Ronan pulled the casserole dish from the oven, and set it on the counter. When he pulled off the lid, the odour of the meatballs, in their savoury, tangy, tomato sauce, escaped and filled the room -- and, if prior experience was any indication, likely the entire building. He pulled a packet of toothpicks out of his basket, setting it beside the casserole, the only kind of utensil for this kind of meal; this was definitely a 'stand, eat, and chat' evening, and there was plenty for anyone who wanted to come by. There were also crackers laid out on a tray. and some sliced peppers, to help round out the meal.

(OOC: And Ronan once again feeds the dorms. :D )

Current Mood: pleased

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was having a hell of a day.

"Vladdie, please get off the ceiling."

"But can see betterest up here!"

"You can see on the couch, too."

"But I like the ceeeeeeeiling! Sometimes Cranky Lady with Big Pointy Thing has a kitty that sits on the ceiling with me!"

"...Alanna and Faithful aren't here anymore."

"I don't waaaaaaanna get dow --"

"VLADDIE, GET OFF THE CEILING."

A wee little boy reluctantly floated down from the ceiling to sit on the couch beside a harried-looking Rory, who firmly snugged an arm around him so he couldn't fly off, and turned on the television to something bright and loud.

[open. Vladdie's about three in people years ~~because toddlers are more fun than infants~~. And yes, he can still fly.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was finished with his workshops for the week and was pretty happy about that. Not that he didn't enjoy them, but he was looking forward to the weekend.

Wanting some fresh air, Adam wandered on up to the roof. He hadn't been up there until now and seriously wondered why. It was pretty cool.

... There could be more narrative, but mostly this is just an excuse for interaction.

[OOC: Open, open, open! Come play! Thanks for the added bit, Mandy! XD]

Current Mood: contemplative

water-wonder.livejournal.com

Tori was very happy to be back in the dorms and after speaking with Gavin, she decided to head back up to the third floor and hang out in the common room for a bit. It felt good to be back there.

She had thought about making ~~moddable~~ cupcakes all day, wondering if anyone would want some. So Tori was currently baking some cupcakes. And the television happened to be set on the Food channel, what a coincidence!

[OOC: Open as common rooms are!]

Current Mood: bouncy

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.]

stykera

It was already warm out, so Stark didn't see the need for a fire. So there was no fire and consequently no s'mores. There were, however, all the necessary ingredients for s'mores should anyone feel compelled to start a fire or to eat the marshmallows or chocolate. And there was Stark, sitting by the empty firepit and nibbling at one of the chocolate bars.

fates_jaye

Jaye could very easily get depressed over her last week here, especially since she ended radio and two people in her ~~alcove~~ section of the cabin are already gone.

She's not, though. What she's doing is standing somewhere near the fire, and tossing mini-marshmallows into it. What? They suck for s'mores when they're that small, but they make good projectiles.

And she hasn't even gotten into Barbossa's rum yet. Wow.

[Open. *plays the hell out of Jaye while I can.]

dbiers.livejournal.com

After an extremely busy past week or so, D was ready for a little relaxing before the summer workshops began.

As such, she had lit the campfire outside of the juggernaut known as Pixie, turned on the radio, set out the fixings for s'mores, and had poured herself a drink.

It was a beautiful night for roasting marshmallows.

[ooc: Open to anyone who lives in Pixie or happens to be passing by!]

blessed_twice

At some point, Wyatt grew bored with the blocks and orbed out of Chris's room into the common room. The TV had some cartoons on, but Wyatt changed the channel. Anyone observing might note he wasn't using the remote to do it.

He found a channel with a movie about dragons on it and clapped in delight. He liked dragons. He wanted a dragon. So he started to call it out of the TV.

But as luck would have it, he took a step backwards and stepped on the actual remote control, changing the channel to a popular children's show. And what he called out of the TV wasn't exactly a dragon.

It was a singing purple dinosaur. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?"

[Open, of course. Based on canon, but Barney wasn't entirely my idea. *bats eyes innocently* ;) ]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Barney

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

stykera

Stark didn't have classes on Mondays. And he didn't have any children claiming to be his following him around. Naturally, he decided the proper course of action was to install himself in a common room after finally wandering out of his own room and see if any weetinies showed up. So he was on a couch, TV on, and a sandwich in hand. He could probably easily be persuaded to provide horribly sugary foods to any tiny people that might appear.

[Is open. Cos it's a common room and I have a snow day yay.]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Cameron was quietly boggling at the little girl sitting beside him on the couch. At least he'd managed to take off his tuxedo from yesterday and after some major bargaining he had gotten Marybeth to agree to eat lunch on the condition that she got ice cream as dessert.

He had a lot to learn about parenting.

Current Mood: surprised

robotboyfetish.livejournal.com

Cassie was still emo from Music is Love, and, well, her general predisposition and stupid dead daddy issues.

So she was in the common room, trying to write emo poetry in her bright pink journal while that one Disney movie about the orphaned deer played on the TV.

Oh yeah. She was well adjusted. Honest.

[ooc: Open, of course]

nadiathesaint

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd ~~killed~~ ~~slept with~~ stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

Current Mood: high
Current Music: Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

While the weather had been snowy all day, the area near Bel's garden was free of snow tonight. The space around the roof held a touch of warmth and there was no wind to blow out the candles that flickered in the dusk.

A table by the door held candles for people to hold and a picture of Bel. Blair had found a fairly decent photo from the time in the cabins and while Bel wasn't exactly smiling into the camera, he wasn't glaring either.

[ooc: Invitations were handwaved so anyone's welcome. If you're not normally allowed in the dorms (teacher, townie, alumni) please keep your interaction limited to this post. ~~Also, wait for OCD~~ OCD Up! ]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had gone down to the office to file for an official room change, and as soon as it was approved he ran straight up to the second floor and started emptying his dresser drawers into trash bags, stacking books into boxes, and detangling all the cords to his computer.

Of course, the whole trash-bag approach had been pretty quick, but as he quickly discovered when he started lugging them down the hallway to 227, it was pretty cumbersome as well.

Moving the fridge was going to be fun . . .

[OOC: Open -- help the boy move, harrass him, whatever. :)]

nadiathesaint

Nadia was sore, grumpy, and her hair smelled like monkey. She had no idea how she'd managed to get bruised while taking a nap in her room, but somehow, she'd done just that.

Which would be why she was camped out on the couch in the common room, some fluffy kids movie about computer generated animals playing on the TV, eating ice cream.

Normally, she would say it was too cold for ice cream. But see above notes about her soreness, grumpiness, and monkey-smellingness.

[ooc: slow day at work, today. open!]

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Mondays were always Neil's hell day in the week. Two classes and he had thought he had a club meeting tonight but would have to check the flyer to see if it had been moved to another evening.

At least he had a whole new slew of homework to work on!

Grabbing a refreshing shower, Neil changed into more relaxed -for him anyway- clothes and then grabbed up his Fairy Tale homework and project work and headed for the common room. Ignoring the TV he flipped on the radio, picking something a little more contemporary and pleased with the beat of the music, danced stepped his way over to the counter.

There he began to pull together the fixings for soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Grilled cheese with bacon and tomato, one of his favorites and good study food.

[ooc: Open as well a common room tends to be!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker was talking as she entered the common room. "And this is the Second Floor Common Room, which is the best, of course. Anyone will tell you that. It got blown up once, but then it was fixed."

She flipped on the TV set and started looking for Smile Time or a monster movie.

And possibly other students to inflict wee tiny grown ups on.

[so very very open: Jarod & Rose in tow just for starters]

imissmydolphin.livejournal.com

Lucas had a giant bowl of popcorn and was sitting in front of the TV. There was a documentary on, but the remote control was out of reach, so if anyone grabbed it they could probably flick over to something else.

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Dick was flipping through the channels on the TV, trying to find something that wasn't a romantic comedy. In his head he was debating whether or not he should call his brother to tell him to pick up something for Madison for Valentine's Day. Right now he was leaning towards 'no'.

He also had one of those big heart-shaped chocolate boxes in his lap. He'd be willing to give away the coconut ones since they were nasty.

((Open, cause I'm bored.))

sogothcally.livejournal.com

Cally had found something rather odd on the TV. It was a marathon of 'The Girlie Show', a sketch comedy show. Just a couple episodes ago, the show was suddenly renamed to 'TGS with Tracy Jordan'. That was a little... odd. Though the new guy they added to the show sure was funny. In a crazy, trainwreck sort of way.

She was on a couch, sipping at a vegan chocolate soyshake. It... made her wish it was a real milkshake.

[ooc: Open!]

notthehulk.livejournal.com

The common room was decked out in Christmas lights and white streamers, all up very high thanks to Chad's help. In honor of the theme, there were torn out pages from mens' magazines decorating the walls of the room. And more than a few of shirtless men as a nod to those of the female or gay alien persuasion.

A sign hung over the entrance because the theme was important.

Not allowed in unless you're showing at least 50% of your skin

And yes, there were pies of almost every flavour imaginable, especially considering how quickly random objects in the room turned into pie.

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up, have at it!]]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had gone back to his room after Ares's class and taken a long nap. Luckily for him, he didn't have any classes tomorrow -- which was good considering that now his sleep schedule was going to be all wonky.

Anyway, he had finally hauled himself next door to the common room, where he was devouring a chicken Caesar salad about the size of a small jacuzzi while watching cheesy old action flicks.

"Wow, the stunt bottle over the head really is universal, apparently."

[OOC: Open like, uh, something open.]

swerval_zero

After realizing she hadn't taken her turn at feeding the voracious hordes recently, Zero made a trip down to Ching Tai and returned with prodigious amounts of Chinese takeout, which she set up in the common room. Then she helped herself to some ginger chicken and lounged around watching "Mighty Capin' Justice Magicians" on the TV. Her good deed for the day was done.

((Open to all, as common rooms usually are. :D))

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine had wasted enough time getting himself acquainted to the lay of the land-- he hadn't had a decent meal since he arrived on the island and he still hadn't figured out how to get the food out of the mysterious food boxes that were placed here and there throughout the dorm building.

So he figured he'd fall back on the one thing that he could always count on to get him a meal, and he figured he'd do it in the second floor common room-- those places seemed busy enough, after all.

Armed with pocketfuls of glowy spheres, Valentine stood in the middle of the common room and he juggled like a juggling thing.

Any passers-by would be greeted by a hungry man in a mask and a floppy coat, throwing and catching shiny orange balls with real street-performer pizazz.

(OOC: Open to all who have common room needs- but I've had my fill and am now heading off to bed. And yes. I did just say pizazz.)

Current Mood: hungry

otherside-miley.livejournal.com

Miley dumped her last suitcase on the floor and flopped onto a couch. Even with only bringing the essentials, she was carrying way more luggage than the average 14 year old should have. She stared at the pile of suitcases, garment bags and makeup cases next to her and decided that vegging out in front of the TV seemed like a plan.

A very lazy plan, but a plan.

[Open!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Okay, so it wasn't the best planned or fanciest party in the world. There weren't any streamers or banners, just a few hand-scrawled signs on printer paper reading "We're Bored, So Let's Party!" There wasn't even a theme really, but that sort of was the theme, as he and Nadia had concluded yesterday. Besides, Anders was tired and not exactly up to his usual standard of movement. Plus, they were saving all the decorations and planning for the real party, after all the new kids arrived. Oh yes. ~~Mwahahaha.~~

Small tables of snacks, food, and drinks (and of course the ubiquitous supply of cupcakes, since this was after all Anders) had been laid out on all the landings between the first and fifth floors, and the common rooms had been raided for chairs and seat cushions to form makeshift seating areas in the hallways near the stairwells.

Hey, an impromptu party was better than boredom, right?

[OOC: OCD up. Party on. ~~Shut up I totally knew the original subject line was too long the whole time.~~]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Because you can only live off of a holiday fruitcake for so long before you start to go insane, Anders had finally ransacked his fridge for the bacon and eggs he'd meant to have for breakfast yesterday, then dragged himself out of his room and into the common room. That took a little effort. Okay, a lot.

So now, armed with a small pot of coffee and more bacon and eggs than anyone should legally be allowed to eat at once (being ridiculously hungry always skewed his concept of proportions) he was leaning against the counter while he ate. The TV was tuned to some show about tricking out cars, which prompted Anders to start mulling over the possibility of tricking out his Glider some more. But there would be absolutely no chrome. No way.

[OOC: Open, though subject to afternoon SP. OMG work is a ghost town today. *is disturbed*]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel decided that rather then go crazy and attempt to make multiple types of cookies, it was easier to just make a single kind in bulk. She's currently mixing what appears to be a metric ton of sugar cookie dough. There's an assortment of cookie cutters and a mulitude of icings and sprinkles to decorate the baked cookies with. Carols are playing and Isabel is making a very hard effort to be cheerful.

[Come have cookies!]

Current Music: Windham Hill - The Carols of Christmas

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge hobbles out of his room for the first time since Saturday evening. Leaning the crutches against the arm of the couch, he curls up and starts aimlessly flipping through channels.

stykera

Stark was feeling social tonight, so he'd made a ~~handwavey~~ run to J,GOB and picked up a very large assortment of cookies and brought them to the common room. He'd briefly toyed with the idea of two plates, one labeled "My Cookies" and the other "Your Cookies," but ended up putting them all on one large plate on the table by the couch.

He was now seated on a couch, happily nibbling on cookies and looking for something on TV to keep him entertained.

[Open like a common room post tends to be. Also, no fainting from shock plz.]

untouchableskin.livejournal.com

Marie was waiting in the lobby for Willow and Peter to meet her so they could go trick-or-treating through town. She was mildly disappointed that Jamie had to work and couldn't join them, but she'd gladly recruit anyone who happened to be wandering through to join them.

[open to anyone who wants to go!]

[ETA: I'm heading home from work. Feel free to advance your characters to the town trick-or-treat post at your own speed :) If you want to handwave that your character ran into Marie and she convinced them to go, that's fine with me!]

[ETA #2: Marie, Willow and Peter are here if you want to be a big group. But feel free to break into smaller groups or go on your own!]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

After a good all-out run around the island and a shower, Anders set up camp in the second floor common room for the night. Several large boxes from Pizza Planet were stacked up on the end table next to a bowling-pin setup of soda bottles, and the TV was tuned to Gelmoore Gals, mostly as background noise.

As for Anders, he was curled up on the couch, absentmindedly munching on slices of pizza and trying not to get too much grease on the pages of Plato's Symposium as he read.

bookyeve.livejournal.com

Evie had finally found something on the television that looked both familiar and interesting: ~~Out of Africa~~ Leaving the Dark Continent. She had a big bowl of popcorn and was watching Karin and Bror during World War I.

Really, that Dennys was more interesting though.

[ooc: open!]

lovelymissbrown.livejournal.com

Lavender is cooking up a storm. It had all started when she decided it was her turn to cook after all the free food she’d eaten in the common rooms since she arrived in Fandom. But it looks like she got a little carried away.

On the table is a tray piled with Cornish pasties, a large bowl of mashed potatoes, a plate of fried tomatoes, another bowl filled with peas and carrots, a roast chicken and a pitcher of gravy. She was just leaning down to take out a vegetable casserole and then she was going to put in the Spotted Dick She hoped she'd made enough.

She’d also set out a large pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Damnit I left the fudge in my room! she thought to herself, wiping her hands on her apron.

[ooc:Open as open can be I shall be SP until about 5:25 Eastern]

Current Mood: hungry

girlsnamehere.livejournal.com

John Dorian is sitting in the 5th floor common room, attempting to conceal very large quantities of paint. However, he is not doing a very good job about it, so anyone poking their head in can probably see not only that there is paint, but that there seems to be inordinate number of pastels. He is trying, obviously, to look innocent as he waits for some of his friends to, hopefully arrive.

Maybe I should have left a message or something.

((OOC: Open to all. We're gonna paint the common room, and maybe some other stuff. There's a lot of paint. However, there is an octopus on one of the walls in the common room, complete with pirate accoutrements, so don't paint over that. We're just adding some... uh... personality.))

demonbelthazor

Bel was busy setting up the fifth floor common room. He pushed the couches and chairs to the walls to clear the center of the room, then arranged some pallets he'd found and shimmered upstairs to create a makeshift runway. He lined the edges with white christmas tree lights. Music, big flashlight to serve as a spotlight, yeah, he was set.

There was nothing like watching someone else humiliate themselves when you've suffered it the night before.

ETA: And the show begins.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Ru Paul - Supermodel

carter-i-am.livejournal.com

Sam hadn't had enough room in her own dorm room to read the swoop bike schematics from Anakin properly, so now they were spread out on the common room floor. She was taking notes and adding her own annotations to the plans, in the hopes that she'd know what she was doing when it came time to help Cameron.

There was a radio playing oldies on in the background, and Sam occasionally sang (badly) a lyric or two. Besides, the work helped her keep her mind off where she'd gotten them, and the fact that she wouldn't be able to ask Anakin for help when she got stuck.

Current Mood: geeky

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter was cooking breakfast and making a list. So far he had a remarkable array of eggs cooked in different styles, a loaf's worth of toast, far too many sausages, and a few boxes of cereal sitting out next to a gallon of milk.

You'd think he was cooking for more than himself. While he worked, a small black puppy scampered at his feet apparently trying to stab a paper ball with a pencil held in his teeth.

The list was for Mary Poppins, who had somehow thought that he'd volunteered as her Teacher's Assistant.

( Pets and their people )

He knew there had to be more than that. He'd keep working on it.

[ooc: Help Walter with his list? Help me with the list. The food's for anyone.]

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.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

After the Flight workshop, Bridge wanders back to the dorms, still wearing the beanie.

The AC issue on the second floor seems to be fixed, so there's no shirtlessness. Which is good, because Bridge is currently making pizza. Okay, he's cooking those frozen pre-made pizzas, but still. It's food and it's there for sharing.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was bored. And so he'd thrown a bunch of stuff that might be useful on an expedition into his knapsack, and is currently wandering the hallways in search of people to go with him on an adventure up to the sixth floor.

[ooc: open to those who know who they are!]

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter led Alphonse down to the basement, his arms laden with some things you likely wouldn't expect in this weather, including blankets, ice skates, his electric kettle, and what appear to be the makings for hot cocoa with marshmallows.

He dropped most of those things off to the side of the pool and looked expectantly at his roommate.

"Come on. I want to see you turn all of that to ice."

[ooc: Pool party! The pool has been frozen solid, the room should be not just cool, but downright chilly. Enjoy the relief from the heat with a few goosebumps. Open to all. Anyone who wants their character to have an excuse to be down here can handwave a phone call from Walter. It's possible he randomly grabbed the school directory and dialed.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Okay, so hot weather + cold beverages = OTP.

Which is why Bridge had spent the morning before his workshop working on a slushy machine. Which he'd now dragged out to the common room in order to find people who would be willing to test it out.

He's also got his laptop perched on a table, for... no reason at all. Really. It's not like he's expecting to hear from someone about something.

[ooc: mod any slushy flavour you'd like! unless it's gross, like spinach or something.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was stretched out on one of the couches and flipping through channels.

"Oooh, sharks."

After a few minutes, she was feeling a bit hungry, so she got up to make herself a sandwich. Any resemblance between the song she was humming and the Teeth theme song was purely coincidental.

[ooc: Open to all!]

Current Mood: hungry

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Sakurazaki settles under a tree as usual to intiate her meditations, just out of her shower, with her hair still a little damp and hanging around her shoulders.

She really probably should have noticed that it was usually easy to find the quiet to reach her centre today. But, for the most part, she just finds it really, really nice. Peaceful....

[[open]]

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Sakurazaki had found the set-up of the living room for the documentary showing quite simple, cleaning up a little, pulling in some extra seating should they nead it, and scattering a spread of snacks and drinks over a table off to the side. Not that she really expected much of a turn-out, anyway, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something. She'd never really set up an event before.

But here it was. The directorial debuts of Setsuna Sakurazaki and Pippi Longstocking. The more she considered it, the more Sakurazaki felt that her name really was quite catchy as a director's name.

[[posted now due to work later. ~~I be workin' on some OCD at the moment~~ Come be enlightened or influenced!! ]]

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