Tannim wasn't the biggest fan of the Great Outdoors - or rather, the Great Outdoors didn't like him very much, seeing as he was allergic to just about everything that grew outside. But it *was* camp, and anyway, how often did you get to burn things for fun? So he was outside at his cabin's campfire with a stack of wood, trying (rather ( Read more... )

Without any workshops today, Molly had slept late. She'd tried to be lazy and stay in bed longer, but her mind had started going and she knew she would make herself cry if she thought too much ( Read more... )

Kawalsky headed to the common room in search of snack food. He'd exhausted his own supply and didn't really feel like walking down to town to pick up some more. The common room was much closer ( Read more... )

After handwavily posting flyers around the dorms that said,
Party!
2nd Floor Common Room
Happy Birthday, Turtle!
Free CakeTannim headed back to the 2nd floor common room. He uncovered the sheet cake he'd ordered from J, GOB. It was decorated to look like a fifteen-dollar bill. It said, "In Turtle We Trust," and the center picture was a rough ( Read more... )

'Valenteen' had spent a good twenty minutes rearranging the furniture in the second floor common room to better set the scene for the big shoot of the grand finale of his up and coming blockbuster hit, "Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture ( Read more... )

As Santa brushed crumbs from his fingers, he realized with growing panic that he had less than twelve hours to deliver presents. He walked quickly* towards the dorms and down to the basement, where he packed up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, ready to deliver gifts to the good boys and girls of Fandom ( Read more... )

Dick was sprawled out on the couch, taking up as much space as possible. The TV was on and he was watching Enchanted re-runs. Not a show he usually watched but there was nothing else on and those witches were friggen hot.

((Open, as these things usually are))

Off on the third floor of Sunset Towers, beside Lake Michigan, in Westingtown, Wisconson, socialite and party planner extrodinair Grace Windsor Wexler might have felt a strange, sudden pang of pride for her youngest daughter ( Read more... )

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.

Wyatt wandered out to the common room to attempt to fix some breakfast. Attempt. Someone hadn't inherited his mother's culinary skills, not one bit.

[ooc: I need distraction from the hell of my job, but pings may be slow from time to time as we get more info about frozen alstroemeria, non-red roses, and the fact that we've overloaded our ( Read more... )