Lucas went around and picked up the people he said he would, then headed down to the back of the dorms to wait for the others.

[Locked to plotty people please. OOC post for people involved.]

Annette was rollerblading through the hallways of the dorm. She was in a pretty good mood and was just rolling along, singing to her ipod. Of course, her singing was kind of loud, and it could kind of make you cringe if you listened for more than a half-second.

In her hands she carried a medium-sized basket full of yummy Valentine candies. She was ( Read more... )

There are people -- mainly swordmasters and those crazy guys from movies about Vietnam -- who believe that in order to be a good fighter, you have to know your weapon, love your weapon, be your weapon, caress it like a lover, eat with it, sleep with it... You get the picture.

The point is, even those people's stomachs would be turned by Sokka ( Read more... )

Balthier laid on his back, staring up at the stars. So far this week wasn't going well. First there was that fiasco with Demyx, his gun was disgusting and gunked, everything was turning into pies, and there was all those crazy toys going around ( Read more... )

If Balthier saw another pie, he swore that he was going to shoot something: preferably the pie. Sadly though, this was not possible. A because his gun was currently gunked up from the said pies, and the cleaning supplies would not be in for another week and B. Guns were not allowed on campus ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

The last thing Rikku actually wanted was to run into more people and have to apologize for her crazy behavior this past weekend - although everybody had been really nice about it so far, which was great, but it was still mortifying, to say the least. But she had to, so no use complaining about it ( Read more... )

D'anna was hunting. She'd laid her trap carefully. There were bowls filled with snacks, sliced pies on the counter, a full pot of coffee, and cold sodas and water bottles in the fridge ( Read more... )

Cassie sat in the common room, wondering what the heck was going on upstairs. Sure seemed a lot of noise.

When she thought she heard the ceiling creaking? She got nervous. This place was structurally sound, right?

[ooc: Sorry. Couldn't resist. Open!]

Things were, for the lack of a better word; crazy. After seeing a good majority of the people he knew completely change, Balthier had opted for staying in his room most of the day. Which was all fine and dandy until one needed food ( Read more... )