Tyrion was still adjusting his gauntlets as he took his place atop a large rock and raised his voice. He supposed the muggy day meant he'd pay in sweat for the suit of armor as the sun rose higher, but he was still a Lannister. He would wear proper red and gold insignia today for the sake of that ( Read more... )

By now Jo was acutely aware of just how little time she had left in Fandom, but rather than mope, she'd decided to be proactive about things ( Read more... )

There was something decidedly unkingly about sitting on a couch in sweatpants, a t-shirt and socks while eating cereal and watching cartoons. That didn't stop Edmund. He'd been here far too long and was developing bad habits. Relaxing, comfortable, bad habits.

The Second Floor Common Room was no more. The entire area was now a mish-mash of pillows, chairs, blankets and couches. King Edmund had a cardboard crown on his head. He surveyed his creation and nodded in satisfaction.

Now he just needed some subjects to rule! Or, more likely, someone to tell him where to shove his kingliness.

[OOC: BLANKET FORT ( Read more... )

Gas-mask in hand, Jo was prepared to go spend the night hunting monsters, but first she been back to her room to get one more vitally important item. Her camcorder, because someone had to keep alive the traditions of capturing your classmates under the effects of hallucinogens for posterity.

[For one in particular, but otherwise open.]

The deck near the dorms was, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. The only thing that might have seemed even remotely out of place was the fact that there was a palomino horse (of course, of course) on the aforementioned deck. The horse wore a jaunty hat and seemed quite interested in the business section of the morning paper ( Read more... )

Winter was a while off yet, but it was considerably cooler than a few months ago. Naturally, this called for hot coffee. It was a good thing then that Edmund had been into town to the bakery and coffee shop. There was a large Thermos of hot coffee with some disposable cups and a box of pastries on the table if anyone came by. For now, Edmund was ( Read more... )

Despite protests to the contrary, Edmund did listen to the radio on occasion. Last night he didn't like what he'd heard. He hadn't been affected by the rash of bad dreams, but it was troubling nonetheless. There was also nothing you could do about bad dreams - no way to fight and nothing to fight with short of a glass of warm milk and leaving a ( Read more... )

Currently, there were three girls, one boy, and a dog on the deck at The Charles Townsend Agency. Of the group, the dog was the only one in their right mind ( Read more... )

Jo wasn't in the common room, out was just outside the common room, looking in and eyeing all the furniture which last night had been on the floor and was now mysteriously on the ceiling. Totally of its own accord.

Which was the only reason Jo was standing outside, gawking. Really.

[Open! Come see the completely the fault of Fandom weirdness ( Read more... )