Cordelia was sitting at the StuCo table, glittery sign and all, and more than ready to take your money in exchange for ticket sales. Moreso, she was willing to try and talk you into putting her name in the voting box for prom queen, because some things were just supposed to happen, okay.

She'd better not get glitter on her.

Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. Party. PARTY!

Guess what time it was on the sixth floor, people. You can have a hint. The hint is "party." It said so in a banner in the common room.

It's Not Just St Patrick's Day!
It's Saturday!
Let's Party!There were chips and a veggie plate and some sandwiches. There was water, punch, and lemonade. There was ( Read more... )

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill ( Read more... )

The sign from yesterday had a bit more glitter added to it in order to draw attention to the upcoming dance. And because Loki enjoyed using glitter on things.

Because of reasons. Voting reasons.

So, be careful approaching lest you be infected by the glitter of...

HOMECOMING 2013
GET YOUR TICKETS HERE!

It took Bay a while to figure out that this wasn't just one of those wacky weekends where she personally got to walk a mile in Daphne's shoes. But even after she knew everybody was deaf, she took one look at the demon-bird-things swooping down and decided she needed more cover than a freaking bouncy castle could provide. She grabbed a couple ( Read more... )

This afternoon, Jackson was roasting marshmallows outside his bouncy castle.

What, he was bored, the castles annoyed him, Stiles rolling all over him annoyed him, and a lot of other small stuff annoyed him. He deserved something good. Obviously, he always deserved good things. But under the circumstances, he felt he deserved them even more. And he ( Read more... )

Jackson was getting pretty ready to move out of the campgrounds. Actually, he'd been pretty ready to move out from the moment he'd first seen the bouncy castles, and that had been before he'd found out that he'd be waking up every damn night to find Stiles drooling on his shoulder after rolling across the castle to where he was. So if the girls in ( Read more... )

There'd been an email to the club to meet in the rec room today. No actual sports. Because sometimes Jackson could be easy on people who'd recently been through a lot of trauma. Or maybe he'd just not felt like training with them today. One of those. Probably the latter ( Read more... )

Unsurprisingly, Jackson hadn't had the focus to put together any specific kind of training today, so he'd decided to email his club members that they were hitting the dorm gym. It seemed like the most productive way to work out some of that annoying tension ( Read more... )

Jackson had been in a better mood than he was this morning.

Don't laugh, it was true.

See, he'd had a rough couple of days. Did you know what it's like to be on an island with everyone's dead loved ones coming back for closure and to make sappy peace with wrongs of the past and whatever, and no one showing up for you? Even though you definitely ( Read more... )