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It had been bad enough to wake up as a pony. Now Topher was realizing that his hooves made it impossible to play video games. Video games. IT WAS KILLING HIM. He stomped around on the controllers, trying to figure out a system, but his tiny character just kept getting blasted with fire that he could have avoided if he had had opposable thumbs, damnit.

Stupid controller.

Then it cracked under his hooves. Frustrated, Topher flopped down on the ground in front of the TV. This sucked.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

The emo garden needed tending, which seemed like an appropriate activity for Anders to shake off the lingering melancholy of missing his kids -- and he was whistling while he did it. Good sign, if a little weirdly ironic.

Bel had bequeathed the garden with its spiky plants to him a year ago, but he was going to have to find someone to take care of it for him, soon; he only had a few weeks left here, after all.

. . . wow. That was a sobering thought, but it made him grin a little bit, too -- not at the prospect of leaving, just at the thought that it had been three really damn good years, in the long run.

His horticultural efforts done with, Anders sat down on the edge of the roof, lit up a cigarette, and just enjoyed the view.

[OOC: Open as roofs are -- I'm home sick today, so I'm around but unexpected SP may ensue if I randomly fall asleep.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy sat on the edge of the roof, wishing, not for the first time that he smoked. Just for Dramatic Effect.

He held something in his hand. A piece of blue glass from the ocean that Faith had given him.

[open to all]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Mac had never been so glad to have access to caffeine. Sunday mornings were supposed to be for lie-ins.

Kids, as it turned out, woke up antisocially early and usually only to demand food. Well, that was what the shape of the last twenty-four hours told her, anyway.

That, and that she should invest in electronic tagging. Mainly for Miles. Maybe Veronica could set her up with child lo-jack...

Anyway, once she'd finally figured out that if you gave them lots of cereal and sit them in front of cartoons they didn't break things quite so much, she did just that, and settled down with her coffee to make the most of the break. However short-lived that might be.

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy hadn't wanted to infringe on Adam and Eve's privacy so he'd set up camp on the roof. Currently he was lying dozing on a full length lawn chair in a sleeping bag.

His brain was debating about whether to get up or not.

[ooc: open to any and all, especially weetinies.]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette was setting out cookies and milk for her daughter, while her daughter continued to paint, coloring picture after picture for her daddy.

"Hey, when are you going to paint me one?" Annette asked her, amused.

Aimee gave her a look, tilted her head, and said, "I don't have to explain my art to you, mommy." Then she went back to her drawing.

"Just like your daddy," Annette murmured and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels while she kept one eye on the little girl.

[CR is open!]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke was not sulking about the fortune he'd heard earlier.

Really.

He was just in the common room eating an entire bag of chips and watching mindless television because he felt like it.

Yup.

The cookies were out of the counter and noticeably untouched. John had made cookies less appealing for the moment.

[OOC: It's a common room!]

Kiss The Girl - Disney

Current Mood: bitchy

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Today's toys were the foam padded staffs from last time, but also, nerf swords. "Okay so this is almost stealing the fencing club's shtick, but swords do figure into martial arts. If Peter objects he can come find me and I'll apologize."

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

Yesterday had been First Contact Day, which was not a big deal since first contact wouldn't happen for another fifty years or so. Still, it was a holiday back home, and Hoshi felt the need to commemorate it.

So she made cheese and mushroom pierogies and a pitcher of margaritas (non-alcoholic, of course) in case anyone else felt like celebrating with her. There was also a fresh-baked coconut cake and Hoshi was just getting ready to put the icing on it.

[Open, with plenty of food to go around!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was EXCITED! It was Sunday and Sunday meant Flag Football practice with his friends. There were bunches of footballs everywhere and he'd set up the lane cones just like he'd learned!

And then John was bouncing and zooming around the room, yelling that he was gonna be Doug Floutie and win the game by fly-ying in at the last second with a touchdown!

John was so going to need a nap later.

[everybody is welcome to come play!]

Current Mood: excited

walks-two-paths.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Meg had been nice and made everyone breakfast.

Today, Savannah decided that she was going to make breakfast for everyone.

However, she was much smaller than Meg and couldn't reach the stove -- which some people would probably be thankful for.

Instead, she had pulled out every kind of cookie, candy or sweet that she had found. The tables were covered with all kinds of sugary goodness -- including tubes of the colored sugar that one used to decorate cookies and cupcakes. Savannah liked the blue sugar. It was obvious because she was wearing some of it on her face and dress.

After she had pulled everything out, she sat in front of the TV and started looking for cartoons as she happily munched away.

[[Open! And yes, Savannah intends to share the massive amounts of sugar and sweets with all of the kids]]

Current Mood: hyper

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana had pulled out paper and crayons and markers and scissors and glue. She'd even found some stickers and glitter. Now she was busily coloring away at the coffee table. There were cartoons on the TV and she was humming happily, tongue sticking out as she concentrated on what she was doing.

[Open!]

redintraining.livejournal.com

Now that Sky, alias Uberman, had been filled with a nice breakfast of pancakes, there were important matters to take care of.

Like fighting off invisible villains.

"Ha! Gotcha with my 'splodey baseball!" he crowed, tossing a tiny plastic ball at what he imagined was the wicked Space Turkey. "And I getcha 'gain if you come back! Uberman never gives up, an' he always beats the bad guys!" He spread his arms and ran in circles, pretending to fly, his red towel "cape" fluttering behind him.

"Here comes Uberman, to save the day..."

[Open for both the wee and the normal-sized to play! ... And no, I have no idea where I pulled Space Turkey from. My nether regions, I expect.]

Current Mood: bouncy

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

At some point, a table was set up in the front lobby, complete with many pussy willows and small dixie cups full of water. There were plenty for everyone, and the cups were obviously refillable.

A neatly lettered sign was taped to the table. It said "Happy Dyngus Day!" and told people to go swat and splash people with impunity.

[ooc: Go forth and flirt! Remember, light taps and small splashes, and not without the other player's consent, but this can happen anywhere, not just in this post.]

Current Mood: mischievous

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy was wearing a Gi, which he'd neglected to wear the other days. There was no particular reason. He was also holding a padded bo staff.

"Today we get weapons." he said with a smile. "Don't take the padding off. That'd be bad. Otherwise, have at it!"

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy was standing, sans prosthetic, on the edge of the roof, his toes sticking out over the edge.

The letter he'd recieved today from Anastasia had told him that Serpentor had been defeated, and presumed killed by Billy's father. Cobra Commander was MIA, Destro was in charge of Cobra in his absence. And that a few members of the G.I. Joe team had been killed in the battle. None of the names were those of people he considered friends, but he'd recognized them regardless.

He'd immediately called his contact number for Snake-Eyes and asked him to ask the girl code-named Firewall to contact him. He'd met her and her friend Daemon during his brief stay with G.I. Joe earlier. They'd become friendly aquaintences, if not good enough friends to learn her real name. But the news from Scarlett had informed him that Mainframe, one of the dead Joes had been her mentor, and that Serpentor had killed Daemon. He figured maybe a conversation with someone else who'd been drawn into that life, rather than volunteering would help.

For now, he was ~~brooding~~ meditating.

And for some reason craving tacos.

[Open of course. Especially if you have tacos.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had never planned a surprise party before. That's okay because this one hadn't been exactly planned either. There was a posterboard sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNETTE on it on the wall, and another near a table that said PLACE PRESENTS HERE.

He set about putting out the food he'd gotten and drinks.

[Open to all! OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

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!]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

In the lobby is a big-ass banner that reads "WELCOME HOME TIME TRAVELLERS AND AWAY TEAMS AND WORLD SAVERS AND EVERYONE". And... that's more or less it.

On a table in the corner is punch and pie. JUST punch and pie, and the punch comes pre-spiked. There's also a box with a sign on it that says "NO PIE unless you deposit souvenirs here". Feel free to ignore it.

Sokka, after the TREMENDOUS effort involved in planning a shindig such as this, is sitting on the couch and rubbing his eyes, which are still dry and burning from earlier.

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had staked out part of the gym as usual. The difference today? He was done with that taking it easy crap! Yay!

"Good news for all you with pent up aggression." he said, displaying the punching bags and various practice dummies. "Look, things you can beat up without consequences. Though if you break them you might have to pay for them."

[Open as usual. ~~Stay tuned for~~ OCD is up.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

Current Mood: flirty

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

One more, damn week. Billy was itching to spar with someone but he was still under those damn doctors orders. Oh well.

"Hiya folks, welcome back to the Martial Arts Club. I'm your host Billy. Today will be more sparring and such, but more importantly, I'd like for the more experienced folks to get with the less experienced folks and see if we can give them a hand. After Spring Break maybe we'll introduce weapons. If no one gets killed this week."

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy had a whole mess of snacks and drinks ready. Soda in the fridge, ice cream and hot pockets in the freezer, pizza rolls warming in the oven, and chips, and candy set out on the table.

There was a sign on the door proclaiming:

LEAVE YOUR EMO AT THE DOOR.
ht
And there was a stack of DVD's on the TV:
~~The Goonies~~The Outcasts
~~The Breakfast Club~~The Brunch Association
~~Can't Hardly Wait~~Impatient
~~Better Off Dead~~Life is Good
~~Get Over It~~Recover
~~The Princess Bride~~Classic Adventure Story

And more ~~moddable~~ choices.

He hoped people would show up.

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

The gym was set up with several mats on the floor for sparring. Billy was attempting to stretch, without messing up his still healing gunshot wound.

"Hey guys." he waved to the club members when they came in. "Sorry for the delay. Life got in the way. Anyway, today I figured we'd just get started with the usual round of getting to know you questions. Introduce yourselves, say where you're from, and what your experience with martial arts is. Then we can pair up for sparring maybe."

[OCD is ~~coming~~ here. Repent.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

Current Mood: awake

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

There was a sign on the doors to every common room:

VERY SORRY FOR THE DELAY,
MARTIAL ARTS CLUB STARTS NEXT MONDAY.

[Establishy, but feel free to post reactions]

misshargrove.livejournal.com

Annette didn't have any classes today and it was a good thing too. She slept all afternoon, too sick with being hungover to do much else. Now though, she needed something in her system and after a quick shower and brushing of her teeth, she padded into the common room in her pink bunny slippers and headed for the kitchen to fix herself a hot cup of tea.

When it was finished, she held her cup between her hands and sat down on the couch, muting the tv before she started to flip through the channels with the remote.

[It's a CR so it is open, yo.]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

A cheerful fire was crackling away just at the edge of the Preserve, where it could probably be seen from the dorms. It was safer here, away from the dry underbrush, and Galahad could watch the stables. Which was important in case anyone else appeared there over night.

There was a half-naked bard curled up next to him, one who was fast asleep with a stomach full of roasted bunny, his head pillowed on Galahad's mail shirt. It didn't look at all comfortable, but he'd accepted that his new-found companion was far from normal.

Galahad leaned back against a tree, his sword naked beside him, and stared at the stars that weren't his stars. He was alert to any danger, but for the most part was relaxing in the warmth from the fire.

Gawain, the horse he'd ~~stolen~~ borrowed was hobbled and grazing close by (Trenor was getting very annoyed with this whole thing, and he wanted his stall now), and there was even some left over bunny, should anyone happen to wander by in need of dinner.

[ooc: completely open, and Chaucer and his near nudity modded with permission.]

key-of-heart.livejournal.com

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

willbedone.livejournal.com

Those who arrived at the gym for flag football tryouts would find Willow there, complete with blue hat, clipboard, and a whistle. She waved when there seemed to be a good enough crowd to start.

"Hi everybody!" Willow said. "In case you don't know me, I'm Willow Rosenberg, captain of the bestest team here at Fandom High, which is also known as the Blue team. John is captain of the sadly penultimate team, which would be Gold. Try not to mock them too openly for not being as great as Blue is.

"Today is tryouts for new students," Willow continued. "Or old students who didn't try out before. Or medium-time length students who possibly fell into an alternate dimension when they should've been devoting themselves to football skills. Which around here is entirely possible. Either way if you aren't on one of the teams and would like to be, this is the place for you!

"We've got a few areas set to tryout. John and I will be watching you and judging your every move to see if you are worthy of flag football so, you know, no pressure or anything.

"Those who are already on teams don't have to try out again, but you're welcome to help the newbies, or just watch, or even make suggestions as to who might make a good teammate. John and I will be over there if anyone wants to talk.

"And remember that this is all in good fun, except when we're trouncing the Gold team in which case we're out for the strictly metaphorical kill. Don't forget to hydrate and warm up and say please and thank you when appropriate or just 'get out of my way, fool!' when that's what the situation calls for. Also feel free to apply a different insult if 'fool' isn't really working for you.

"So, um, yeah. Good luck and Go Gremlins!" Willow did a fist pump to encourage everyone, then went over to where she was going to watch the tryouts.

[ooc: OCD ~~a-coming~~ is up! Have fun!]

Current Mood: hopeful

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

There was snow. And a mischievous feeling frog. Therefore, there were now snowballs being hurled from the roof to the unsuspecting passers by. Of course they were wee tiny frog sized snow balls, but snowballs all the same.

[open like an open thing. Up to you whether the snow ball hits or misses. Or you could just hang out. Either way.]

Current Music: Sabre Dance

repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com

Wednesday night was Project Runway night. Peter wouldn't miss it for the world.

Currently there was a mini-marathon of previous episodes. Since Peter had seen them already, he kept himself occupied making notes in the journal Sam had gotten for him.

Well, that was the idea. Occasionally his writing would turn into random doodles without Peter noticing it.

[open like a common room... 'cause it's a common room. :D]

Current Mood: creative

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Jen had been less surprised, upon arriving, to find out that she had to check her weapons than she had been to realize that this was enough of an issue to actually have a weapons-check policy at a school.

Also a surprise, although less of one, was the fact that students had access to a shooting range. She headed down to said shooting range after classes were over, took her Time Force-issue blaster sidearm out of the locker, and was just about to find an alley and get some target practice in when she noticed the well-worn copy of the rules.

Remembering that it had been standard practice at Time Force Academy to post the rules before using the range, she decided it was safe to assume the same here, so up the rules went:

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.

That done, she donned all the safety gear, found her alley, and started firing. If at any point she was picturing Captain Logan's face on the target, she'd never admit it.

[OOC: Jen may be a little bit hyperfocused right now, but the range is most definitely open.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael was up early, for some reason, and had headed for the common room to check out the kitchen.

He wasn't cooking, yet, but the trappings of omelettes were all laid out, waiting for someone to show up.

[ooc: forgot to say - common room is open! please tag, Michael likes to cook!]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

New term, new students, seemed like a good time to try and get back in the habit of his cooking brunch for all comers. Also, seemed like a good potential way to meet some more of the newbies.

So here he was, cooking up bacon and eggs and pancakes, while listening to Back in Black on his portable stereo which he'd brought out. There may have been some singing along too.

[open as cr's are wont to be. free food to all comers]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John was in a great mood when people started arriving for practice. "Okay guys, good news for you. Next week we're having a game! Gold Team versus Blue Team. No holds barred, just keep in mind this is flag football not tackle football," his gaze may have drifted to Willow when he said that. "So, let's make this practice really worth it and get some serious work done!"

He'd set up all the equipment necessary for very thorough skills drills in his excitement for the upcoming game.

It may have helped that he'd gotten a full eight hours of sleep the night before without infant droids to care for.

[Yes! Game next Sunday!]

honoraryphd.livejournal.com

Victor had spent much of the past couple days working on his notes for that secret project of his. This meant he was locked in his room all that time (not that being locked in his room was rare for him) but he needed a brief break.

He imagined that a Saturday afternoon would be quiet as most of his classmates would be off fighting something, or being impregnated, or sleeping late like the unproductive wastes they were. That's the only reason he actually came to the common room this afternoon to read.

[OOC: For the record, I slept until 11 so I'm not quite an unproductive waste like the kind Doom's thinking of, but I'm CLOSE. Also, open, obviously.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Billy was making cookies. Mostly chocolate chip, but he was also attempting snickerdoodles. 100% people free, snickerdoodles.

He was even attempting to shape them as Christmas trees and Menorrahs. That part wasn't working too well. He'd forgotten to buy cookie cutters you see.

ooc: Open! Come bake!

Current Music: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Cassndra hadn't spent much time in the salle, really. It had always seemed too... public somehow (despite the fact that she sometimes practiced on the roof or the lawn, both fairly public places). But she'd been feeling restless lately and... public might well be good. If she were lucky someone might show up she could spar with.

Until and unless that happened she planned to simply go through her morning routine.

[ooc: Open and stuff!]

itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com

Hoshi still had no idea what this whole Thanksgiving thing was all about, even after Jack's sort-of explanation yesterday. So her menu for Thanksgiving dinner? Beef teriyaki, fried rice, oden, and her grandmother's soba noodles. There was also a can of solid cranberry-flavored gelatinous stuff that could be sliced. If someone wanted to bring one of those turkeys stuffed with bread crumbs and candied yams, that was fine, but Hoshi wasn't going to eat it.

[Open since it's a common room! Feel free to take food or mod your own Thanksgiving feast.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam needed to clear his head a bit and a workout in the gym seemed the perfect solution.

After stretching for a bit, Adam grabbed a practice staff and moved through a few routines that he'd remembered from his earlier years of training.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

fantastic-torch.livejournal.com

Johnny Storm was back. He was back, smokin' hot (in more ways that one ha ha), and single. He took a moment to look around, trying to find anything at all that had changed about Fandom since he left.

Nope. Nothing. It all looks the same.

He chuckled, "Weeeeeird."

[totally open.]

neurotic-witch.livejournal.com

Chris woke up and decided he was hungry. Not wanting to wake Lana, he headed down the hall to the common room and poked around until he found everything he needed to make pancakes.

Knowing that food drew people about of the woodwork around here, he set about making a lot.

[Open, as common rooms are. Chris is *not* suddenly 20 years older, but he'll happily WTF at anyone who is :)]

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!!!!!"

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]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Look, everybody needed some form of cake on their birthday even if they had to make it themselves. Which is why Meg was in the kitchen making her favorite type of cupcakes; chocolate with peanut butter icing. And since you couldn't just make one cupcake (unless you had an Easy Bake Oven) she was making a ton for those who wandered in the common room.

[Open as common rooms are]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had a hyperactive puppy to babysit over the weekend and the both of them had been cooped up entirely too long.

Which was why they were outside. Luke was wrapped up his robe--even if wasn't cold enough for people not from a desert world to be particularly chilly--and was trying to make a pile of leaves using the Force (it was taking a while, most of the leaves on the trees by the school were still stubbornly stuck to their branches) so he could jump in them.

Vladdie was, well, not making it easy. He considered two leaves a pile and was blissfully tearing through Luke's attempts to make it any larger.

[OOC: Open like a big space outside.]

Current Mood: bouncy

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Flag football practice can't happen when the people involved don't remember who they are or that they should be at flag football practice. Happily that was last weekend. This weekend there was practice. Wonderful and amazing practice.

There were flags, there were balls, and there were mats. Why mats? Just in case people wanted to practice falling on their behinds like they will during the game ~~that will happen at some point in the near future if at all possible~~.

John informed the newbies their team affiliations upon arrival (Peter=blue, Harry=gold), but it didn't matter as inter-team mingling was encouraged. Especially where taunting was involved.

[ooc: COME PRACTICE ~~after the ocd~~]

Current Mood: devious

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

The fifth floor wasn't really Cassandra's floor, but she had ~~handwavily~~ agreed to meet Namine there. She was busy moving furniture out of the way to create as wide an open space as possible. Somehow this meant that most of the seating was pushed out into a circle around her clear space.

After a critical look over her work Cassandra nodded to herself and idly went through a few stretching routines, waiting for her friend's arrival.

[ooc: Cassandra's here to teach Namine something about how to dance, but she'd be glad to teach anyone else who asked her too. Or, you know, do the other things that you do in a common room.]

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]

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