It was Ben's fault ( Read more... )

It wouldn't be accurate to say that that Squall was holding a Welcome Picnic Protest Party, because... well, 1) the idea was stupid, 2) that was a lot of work for something he didn't care about, 3) it wasn't like he was going to INVITE anyone else, and 4) whatever ( Read more... )

Squall sat on the couch in the common room. Not HIS common room -- that was one floor up. This was Rinoa's common room, and every so often he leaned so he could see her door down the hallway ( Read more... )

Jenny set up at the table in the lobby with tickets for sale, the ballot box for the Prom Court, and piles of masks and beads. Sadly, there were no lemurs. Next year would be a different story...unless she thought of something better before then, of course.

The sign behind her read:

Prom 2010:  Paper Faces on Parade
Masquerade!
Juniors and ( Read more... )

When one thought of love and romanticism and flowers, naturally they thought of Jenny Sparks. No? Very well then. It didn't matter. Jenny was still there, with the various Valentine's Day paraphernalia, occasionally eating some of the chocolate to fortify herself as she sold flowers and tickets for the Desperation Valentine's Day Dance ( Read more... )

Why look, out there in the common room, pretending to be social while watching terrible, somewhat dated slasher films! Was it Jonothon? Why yes, yes it was ( Read more... )

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering ( Read more... )

Jenny had realized that yes, the student council election was just around the corner, and if she wanted any hope of retaining her seat and continuing to try to push through such dance themes as "skeletons" she'd better do something about that ( Read more... )

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and ( Read more... )

Jenny had eventually dragged herself up from her most recent hangover and staggered to the restroom, intent on brushing her teeth to rid her mouth of the taste of old cigarettes and gin, aka 'death ( Read more... )