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.

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

John sat on one of the couches, snacks on hand, bottle of pop at the ready, flipping through the channels waiting for the Big Game and the commercials to start. He's totally not bribing people with food, nor does he have a sheet for the spread.

[open like a common room should be!]

It was Thursday, so Setsuna was training. Even if she was a little later than she usually would have been, she certainly felt like she had enough on her mind to hack and slash and be annoyed about as well as a cool new icon to use.

Unlike her usual sessions, though, she was feeling extremely distractable today.

[[ salle's open ]]

After feeling so cooped up all weekend at work (and they hadn't even gone to work on Sunday... why hadn't they just gone on the ski trip?!), the twins decided that walking Mizu would be a little more entertaining than just sitting in their room or a common room watching T.V ( Read more... )

The common room was decked out in Christmas lights and white streamers, all up very high thanks to Chad's help. In honor of the theme, there were torn out pages from mens' magazines decorating the walls of the room. And more than a few of shirtless men as a nod to those of the female or gay alien persuasion ( Read more... )

Kawalsky wasn't just in the common room. He was in the common room with enough junk food to last the night, pillows, all the blankets he could find and a bunch of chairs. The TV was playing the third hour of a Rescued by the Alarm marathon. It was the one where Bessie didn't get into the college she wanted and Shriek kept getting into the oddest ( Read more... )

Henry managed to make his way to the dorm roof. He'd had a busy week, and needed to relax. He pulled some sheets out of his folder, and opened up his violin case. He tightened the bow strings and rosined them up. The violin needed a serious amount of tuning, due to the climate change. But it was quickly ready. He snapped on a shoulder rest, tucked ( Read more... )

Perhaps he was feeling generous, perhaps he was feeling suicidal, but Balthier had handwavy purchased groceries to make omelettes for himself and anyone else who wanted some. There wasn't anything odd in them, at least not by this world's standards, so Balthier was fairly sure that no one would be grossed out ( Read more... )

It had been too long since they'd last had a Japanese meal...well, since the New Year. But that seemed so long ago and they were craving it badly

It may have been a rather oddly placed meal time, but Hikaru and Kaoru took their supplies and moved into the Third Floor common room to make some curry and udon. The rice was steaming away in the cooker ( Read more... )