Finding that the weather was incompatible with ‘her’ reading plans, Makoto had somewhat sulkily-it had been so nice earlier!-made it as far as the fifth floor common room before dropping ‘her’ book, and thermos and blanket on one of the couches. What was ‘she’ supposed to do now?

Makoto eyed the kitchen. Well. That was always an option. Practice ( Read more... )

Ino was running slightly late for her regular trip to the Diner, and so her concentration was more on tying her hair up than paying attention to who else might, you know, be coming up the stairs. A quick turn 'round the corner, one last tug and her hair was neatly pulled back, elastic tight ( Read more... )

The TV was hooked up to play only music videos and had a microphone set up with it, the pizza was fresh and tasty and there was plenty of soda for all.

A sign outside the common room read:

APRIL FOOLS PARTY!
Free food, drinks and karaoke. All welcome. Bring a friend!

Party sponsored by Ferris Bueller

[OOC: Going up a little early.]

As 'she'd' promised the little girl, Makoto was up on the roof the moment it got dark and spent a bit of time getting the blankets set up and making sure the hot chocolate was ready.

And, yes, Makoto had remembered the marshmallows.

Settling down on the blankets, 'she' waited to see who'd show up. There was plenty to go around.

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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!]

Dick had insisted getting a piggyback ride instead of walking the ten feet it took to get to the common room. It was way too early for Meg to say no to people, especially kids ( Read more... )

John was bored and had nothing to do. Okay, so bored was possibly not the right word after he'd listened to his voice mailHe wasn't sure where the bubble wrap had come from, but it was kismet. Huge quantities of varying sizes of bubble wrap plus one bored teen equaled some really incredible ideas. He drug the bubble wrap up to the roof along with ( Read more... )

Savannah's letter from the past, and his conversation with her earlier today, had convinced Anders that there was something he had to do tonight that he hadn't done in a long, long time. And he was really past due for doing it.

So yes, that's right, he was in the common room with mixing bowls, baking tins, and a whole lot of boxes of cake batter ( Read more... )

He had a mid-term tomorrow. In cooking.

Thus, it made perfect sense to him, to wind up in the common room and attempting to cook.

Well.

Attempted to decide what he'd attempt to cook. Miss Lulu had said they couldn't use the recipes from class. This... would probably end badly.

[Open as a common room is!]

Chad (and Prince Oscar Pedro, of course, faithful perched on his shoulder and purring happily) shuffled groggily into the kitchen. He'd just gotten up not too long ago, and was in need of coffee first, breakfast second.

Yes.

At about six o'clock in the evening.

Shut up. That's what weekends were for, right?

[[ open a common rooms tend to ( Read more... )