At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed ( Read more... )

Claire was in one of her once-a-semester random domestic moods, and tonight that meant cookies.

Okay, so they were from the refrigerated dough -- half chocolate chip, half the red heart-shaped ones that she'd bought the day after Valentine's Day -- and she was eating half the dough without baking it. She was making a lot of cookies, she was ( Read more... )

Prince Edmund of Narnia was no stranger to cold weather. When he'd betrayed his pitiful siblings to the Queen and taken his rightful place as her Prince, he sealed Narnia's fate to an endless winter. The cold made him sharper, more focused on the task at hand. Besides, he reasoned, if it was still above freezing, he had no place to complain. Not ( Read more... )

Molly had no idea what she was doing up this early, but decided to celebrate by wandering into the common room to get a bowl of cereal and glass of juice before she figured out what to do with the rest of her weekend ( Read more... )

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting ( Read more... )

It was cold. There was snow, too much snow, and cold and no power. The power thing didn't bother Edmund in the slightest. He packed candles to light the salle, which he set up and lit, before retrieving his sword. He kept glancing at the door to see if Molly was going to come as he went through his practice routine.

After yesterday's mostly successful attempt at working the computer, Edmund had agreed to meet 'Nothingtosee' in the rec room after classes. He supposed they could have just traded names and seen each other in the halls, but that would make things far too easy ( Read more... )

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

From the depths of his esoteric chamber crept the Thropp, his uneven gait a suiting punishment for the variety of unnameable and unknowable components which weighted his arms. Like a toll of doom, his shadow slipped sinuously over the counter, the oventop, yes, even the refrigerator as he entered the corner of the common room feared by many and ( Read more... )

Dance, shmance. Molly didn't have a date, and wasn't big on dances. Therefore, she'd surrounded herself with horribly excellent horror movies, tons of fully moddable snack food, and was lounging on one of the couches in her jammies and slippers.

Life was good, though she did wonder if anyone else would join her.

[ooc: Open to any non-dancers ( Read more... )