Marco was half passed out on a couch in the common room. The problem with being a wolf all day was that he kept having to re-morph and wolves used different muscles then humans. The result was that he felt like he had run about forty miles and was refusing to move.

He did have the energy to put on one of the meta forJames Bond movies and put out ( Read more... )

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes ( Read more... )

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... )

Normally, Dōjima wouldn't worry about a laundry strike. That's why she owned acres of clothing, so that she didn't need to worry about what to wear. But stuff was missing from her closet, and the only clean things left were her clubbing gear or her workout clothes.

Which is why she was all dressed up, sprawled on a couch while watching Steel ( Read more... )

Two figures slipped through the darkness, illuminated only by small moments of firelight when absolutely necessary, armed with their precious cargo, with several key locations set in mind ( Read more... )

Once Anemone had realized how beautiful it was outside, the beginnings of a new Evil Plan had started forming almost immediately. All it needed was her current co-conspirator ( Read more... )

It was an hour when most sane residents of Fandom were asleep. Even the insane ones were probably sleepily tucked away somewhere ( Read more... )

Anemone had tinsel.

She had boxes of tinsel; dozens of boxes she had taken outside and filled up before lugging back up the stairs to the common room.

She also a blender. And glue. Possibly more glitter, ribbon, and plastic bags than should ever exist in a single space.

Anemone was making glitter-bombs.

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Well, then. Her friend with the pink hair and pet Gulliver appeared to be a butterfly. She'd spent nearly an hour trying to find her way back to the cabins after stopping to explain Anemone's predicament to one of her professors ( Read more... )

Okay, so flaming up and actually hiding in the fire probably wouldn't be so damn hot if he actually scared someone. But man it was a funny thought. And he'd totally apologize. So that's what Johnny was doing. He was in the fire. Crouching some and hanging out so to speak, ready to move and freak someone out if they came close.

He was kind of bored. ( Read more... )