Crazy Apple had done her usual long AT ride and was currently sitting on the couch of the common room with her feet curled up under her, eyes intently focused on the television. Her hair was still disheveled and windblown from being outside, but she didn't seem to notice ( Read more... )

It was almost Valentines Day, and just like last year, that meant Ringo had taken over most of the fifth floor kitchen to make chocolate. Unlike last year, though, Ringo had actually picked up quite a bit of experience in the kitchen ( Read more... )

"What?! It's not even Valentine's day for like another two weeks!"

That sound, up in the fifth floor common room? That was the sound of Xanthippe Voorhees scrolling through her Snapchat and her insta feed and suddenly seeing basically nothing from her friends in New York except, like, cute couple photos and gross PDA videos. A ton of them. Like a ( Read more... )

It was still super cold outside. At least as far as Ringo was concerned. So as soon as she came back to the dorms she'd headed straight for the common room and rummaged around until she found a box of instant cocoa packets. Now that she was on her third cup, she almost felt human again ( Read more... )

Waking up in an utterly unfamiliar place was extra distressing when you'd spent your entire life inside a single laboratory facility. The little girl with the oddly-shaped pupils had hidden sat in the room she'd found herself in, curled up with her knees against her chest in the corner, waiting for someone to come find her and take her back to ( Read more... )

Ringo had all this video from AT runs out at the warehouses that her newly-set-up drone had managed to capture, but it was hard to tell if said footage was any good on her phone's tiny screen. But there was a giant TV in the common room that she could review it properly ( Read more... )

Ringo wasn't silly enough to think that she was much of a baker. It wasn't something she had much practice at, and it wasn't something she'd ever even done before coming to Fandom. But she was trying to expand her skillset, and she sort of felt like a good senpai could cook and bake because sometimes that was the most comforting thing you could ( Read more... )

Ringo was humming and bopping along to some J-pop song that was playing on her phone as she worked in the fifth floor common room's kitchen. No one was going to accuse her of being some sort of brilliant cook, and she wouldn't claim it herself, but she was trying to teach herself a little bit at a time ( Read more... )

After the picnic on Saturday and a rather eventful night in Baltimore last night (it was so good to be back next to a real city again), Roscoe needed to veg out today.

Obviously that meant pop music, a milkshake from Mooby Land, and painting his nails in the common room. Why, what did a hangover mean for youHe had a whole wicker basket full of ( Read more... )

Sometimes, having a mom who occasionally remembered to try to buy Roscoe's love was kind of sad and weird. Other times, it was really nice.

Today was the second kind of day, because Roscoe opened up a package that had arrived in his mailbox the day before and found a sleek white hoverboard bundled up in wrapping and packing peanuts.

Fuck yeahSo, ( Read more... )