Hurley was making himself lunch in the common room. While he debated amongst his options, he eventually decided on making a really big sandwich with lots of meat, lettuce, and cheese. While he built this behemoth of a sandwich, he had on the TV, which was playing an episode of Mythbusters ( Read more... )

Hurley, despite actually being in a relationship, was still a sucker for Expose marathons. He couldn't help it. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

Or in this instance, like a teenage boy armed with popcorn and soda to a couch in front of a TV.

...Okay, the simile was a stretch.

[ooc: Open!]

Penelope sat before the fire but her attention was on the Dreamer. He was seated not far from her, his smile faint, secretive; the same smile he's been giving her since she woke up to him yesterday morning.

She glanced back at the marshmallow she was roasting, not giving it much attention. It was hard to pay attention to anything else with him ( Read more... )

It was a quiet night. Just after midnight, a steady rain had started falling, drenching the island quickly and showing no sign of slowing. A few hours later, at 2am, the peace of the night was broken when the fire alarm started blaring. It would shrilly blare, stop and then repeat the same shrill blare two seconds later. And it was not going to ( Read more... )

By now, Ender had identified whatever was going on with him as the raging hormones that they were. He still didn't like it; the indirectness of the itch, the way it made him flush for no reason at all, was troubling. Maybe if there had been an actual target for it, it would've made more sense to deal with, but there wasn't ( Read more... )

It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the ( Read more... )

Ino stretched cheerfully, rolling her shoulders back and casting an appraising eye over her garden. The plants that Dor had planted still got a bit of a dubious look, but they’d been around for a good six months now and hadn’t killed any of hers or anything so she was going to go with, well, now they were all hers ( Read more... )

Yes, that was Fall Out Boy blasting from Wing 4 of Taft. And that would be Peyton sitting out by the campfire with her feet up, a sketchpad, and a cold drink.

She'd probably be pretty amenable to turning the music down or taking suggestions for the next album.

[Open like a campfire!]

Since his first class was tomorrow, Alex decided to venture out of his cabins (seriously, CABINS) to the main campfire. He almost expected some counselor to already be there, guitar in hand, asking him to sing Kumbaya. Mercifully, the main campfire was devoid of anything but a few logs and the actual fire ( Read more... )

With nothing to do and no roommate to talk to, Penelope wandered down the hall to the common room with her box of Ho Ho's tucked under her arm. She poured herself a glass of milk and walked over to the couch and made herself comfortable before she reached for the remote to turn the TV on. Finding nothing much of interest, she left it on the food ( Read more... )