Priestly was baking. Since he was generally an entrés kind of guy, this was something of a challenging prospect. Without Alfred's instructions, he might be lost. In which case, Dinah would get a meat cake for her birthday and Momoko would just have to be sad ( Read more... )

Prom had been awesome, and Dinah didn't have a hangover, so she'd woken up early and headed out for her morning run, then ended up on the lawn, going through katas instead of in the gym. Too nice a day to stay inside!

Funny, there were other people who'd agree.

[yup, for kidlets, but open for anyone not related too]

Tony was running a bit late today, so it was Jack who got to the sixth floor first and cleared a space for a rehearsal. He kept glancing out the window at the fog as he did; he still didn't like this one bit.

The cast had all received a handwavey email telling them where and when to meet to rehearse. Jack trusted that the townies involved wouldn't ( Read more... )

Dinah had put up a few posters in stairwells - PARTY ON SIXTH FLOOR, ROY'S LATE 18th BIRTHDAY! - this morning on the way to work. She had a cake that had arrived special delivery from Alfred early today (with buttercream icing and chocolate ganache to die for inside), ice cream that she'd picked up a while back, and some silver and gold foil ( Read more... )

Dinah had called Priestly when she got in, then zonked out in Jaime's room, and woken up to give him another call, to meet her on the roof as planned. "We should have a toast. A specific one." She grinned. "'Survived another year?'"

[for lovemykilt, but open, as roofs are]

True to her promise to Dinah, Claire slipped quietly out of the room when she woke up on Saturday morning, wanting to give her roommate time to get rest and completely unaware of anything amiss in Fandom.

She decided to make pancakes and figured the smell of food would draw in people, so she started making a rather large batch.

[open common ( Read more... )

It felt like it'd been awhile since Hannibal had set up for cheerleading practice but, just like riding a bike, he remembered exactly how to do it. There were mats, there was music and soon, there would be cheerleaders ( Read more... )

Okay, so Priestly was totally just wandering through common rooms to look for a snack. But someone had left the TV on and he stopped in the middle of the room, entranced.

There were punks on the screen. Tap dancing. With violins. Wearing torn up kilts with combat boots.

And holy crap, their shoes were throwing sparks ( Read more... )

Chuck was extremely glad to find to wake up to find the school gremlin-free (aside from the usual ones, that is) and took advantage of the quiet and being up earlyish by eating in the common room for once. He grabbed a bowl of cereal since that was the extent of his culinary abilities and settled down in front of the TV ( Read more... )

After spending the morning reading celebrity gossip mags online, Priestly was all set to be a little more social. He put his kilt on over a pair of ripped jeans, used every dye color in his collection to achieve a banded technicolor mohawk (and a little bit of stripe on his goatee), put in a call to Dinah, and hit the common room to whip up a ( Read more... )