Disney U (Dorms/Offices)
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				Title: <strong>Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 01:52:50</strong>
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				Each student will be assigned a dorm room and each teacher an office. Teacher's housing will be covered off campus. If a player would like a specific room, feel free to note it!<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Office_zps80b41e8a.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Dorms_zpse8256e5d.jpg)</div></td></tr></tbody></table><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Claimed Rooms<br>1- &lt;yesiroleplay&gt; Mim<br>7- &lt;Lady Lunarius&gt; Isabella<br>8- Girl's showers. 3 stalls<br>9- Girl's toilets. 3 stalls<br>13- &lt;sadie&gt; Free<br>14- (was Megan)<br>15- Boy's showers. 3 stalls.<br>16- Boy's toilets. 2 stalls and 1 urinal.<br>20- &lt;TheRaven&gt; Jack<br>21- &lt;WashAutumnstar&gt; Dodger<br>24- &lt;Baalborn87&gt; Michael<br>26- &lt;Greytrail&gt;Abe<br>27- &lt;RainbowRian&gt; Athon<br><br>A big thank you to Lady Lunarius for her terrific maps!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 11:04:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/GilandTiger_zpsf8ee86c6.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: leaving his room<br><strong>Doing</strong>: running late!<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br><br>Blinking blearily, Abe fought his way past the wad of dirty socks that was his brain and tongue after a night out with his fellow Hepkats. Normally, he wouldn't drink, at least not quite to such excess, but it had been Skat's birthday, and there had been those Navy hotties from Whidby Island and one thing led to another...<br><br>"Mrrowr?"<br><br>The feline question made him grin and focus on the striped face close to his own. The stray had taken to Abe like they were long lost brothers and snuck though a carefully disguised hole in the screen that led to the outside. Abe couldn't care less that he'd get in trouble for the tabby keeping him company. It was worth it.<br><br>Skitching the furry head of his friend, the red-head grinning and rolled halfway over. "Mornin', Tiger. How's things?"<br><br>Then he saw his alarm clock and his blood ran cold.<br><br>"Oh fuck! Is that the time?!?!? Coach is gonna skin me!"<br><br>Flailing away from his comfy blankets, Abe dove for the first clothing he spotted and yanked most of it on. Tiger yowled disapproval of the blankets being tossed over him and shimmied his way free and out the window with the flick of an annoyed tail.<br><br>"Sorry," Abe stage-whispered as he hopped around into his sweats and shot out the door with shoes in hand.<br><br>Good thing he had tough feet!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>22-06-2013, 06:33:09</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps170c1fc5.jpg.html)(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Megara_zps6ec4cf0f.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Megara_zps6ec4cf0f.jpg.html)</div></div><strong>Name/True Identity: Megan "Meg" De Luca<br>Location: Leaving<br>Doing: Getting ready<br>Tagging: -</strong><br><br>Megan growled slightly, working her brush through her ridiculously long hair in a flurry. <em>Who even needs this much damned hair...</em> She was ready to scream out loud by the time she finally wrangled the last strand into an upside down french braid bun. Megan moved in front of her mirror, laying the tiniest amount of makeup on her face, a bit of foundation to even out her complexion, some mascara and a swipe of lipgloss. She had dressed before doing her hair, a weather appropriate purple long sleeved t-shirt under a pair of worn overalls. A chunky ring in a matching purple adorned a slim finger, and beaded-bronze&nbsp; sandals decorated her daintily manicured feet. <br><br>Her phone went off just as she was making her way to the door (the alarm signaling she was already running behind schedule) the campus cafe' her destination to pick up some re-enforcement before facing the infamous football coach. She hadn't had the <em>pleasure</em> of meeting him yet, but had heard <em>great</em> things. Most bellowed by his own mouth <em>god knows how many miles away</em>. Megan needed an interview for her journalism class, and she had the lovely job of willingly allowing her ear drums to be raped for a six inch section in the rarely read-weekly paper. With a sigh and a click, Meg locked her door and set out on her way, a steady stream of "<em>fuck off's</em>" and numerous flips offs later in response to cat calls, she was down in the athletic area, tea in hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 04:46:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/500full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Jasmine/Sharai Nadeen<br>Location: Her Office<br>Doing: Grading projects<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Sharai brought the picture up, studying the image before her curiously. So much emotion packed into such a simple image. A smile crossed her lips as her eyes caught a glimpse of her tom cat leaping onto the window sill. <strong>"Roger, you know better than that."</strong> she said setting the picture down before she walked over to the animal. Picking him up before he could knock down her new plant she stroked the orange tabby. Her eyes drifted to the outdoors and she set Roger to the side opening the window to let in a breeze before she took her seat behind her desk, resuming her look over of the assignments and projects. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 05:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> His dorm room, then Professor Nadeen's office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Waking up, having a mild panic attack, then turning in a project<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>The shrill sound of an alarm rang through DubR's dorm room #20. A pale hand reached out to slap the snooze button. Five minutes later, Jack Shelton decided it was time to blearliy blink away his sleepiness and wake up. This time he poked the power button, and stretched as he moved into a sitting position. He remembered a birthday party he had half-crashed (he was a friendly, charismatic guy, and he was generally well-liked enough that a big event would have room for one more), and Navy girls. Evidently the one he had been with scarpered before the alarm went off.<br><br>He glanced over at the alarm to check what time he had set it for today.<br><br>Oh. Oh, that was bad. Oh, that was going to ruin his whole morning (or what was left of it, at this hour). He had a project due for one of Professor Nadeen's 101-level photography classes about an hour ago, and he hadn't turned it in yet. He threw the sheets off of his body and quickly got on all fours, running here, there, and everywhere looking for the flash drive that held the photos he needed for that project. It was kind of distressing, not being able to find the first project due for a course he was taking with a professor he hadn't had for a class before, and didn't know well, and didn't know if she would grant him a bit of leniency since it was the beginning of the year, and--<br><br>Eventually his panic stopped briefly when he found the little blue USB drive lodged behind the small desk he had set up in the room. He tossed it onto the desk while he got dressed, throwing on the closest, cleanest clothing at hand: one of his many black collared shirts, a black tie, and skinny black jeans along with some Doc Martens, before dashing out the door for Professor Nadeen's office, project in hand.<br><br>The 20-year-old student arrived a little out of breath a few minutes later, clutching the flash drive. He composed himself for a few seconds before he knocked on the door, nervously shifting his weight slightly from foot to foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 20:01:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/500full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Jasmine/Sharai Nadeen<br>Location: Her Office<br>Doing: Grading projects<br>Tagging: Open, Jack<br><br>Sharai looked up at the knock, her pen stilling over the back of one picture. She didn't have a meeting this morning? Roger popped onto her desk and she picked him up, <strong>"Stay down you."</strong> she said putting him down as she rose from the desk and made her way to the door. Her dark hair bounced against her shoulders as she opened the door. A young man, from one of her photography students if she was right. <strong>"Hello."</strong> she said opening the door a bit more and motioning him in as she moved behind her desk once more. What was his name? <br><br><strong>"What can I do for you Mr....?"</strong> she paused, <strong>"Shelton..right?"</strong> The name clicked, she was better with faces than names. She slipped the finished papers and images into a folder and brushed her hair from her eyes motioning for him to take a seat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 04:08:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Nadeen's office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Turning in his project<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>Jack wasn't quite in the zone, and his usual silver tongue was still half-asleep as he nodded and sat down in front of her, half-gesturing with the flash drive in his hand. He said rather rapid-fire, <strong>"Well, see, there was a project due, only mine is late now, and it's kind of terrible, since I don't know if you're going to let me off easy or not, since I've never had you before and it's the beginning of the year and I don't want to make a bad first impression and --"</strong> <br><br>He interrupted himself. <strong>"Sorry, I'm babbling, aren't I? I tend to do that when I'm nervous, sometimes."</strong> Jack handed over the project. <strong>"It's on there, if you're still willing to take it and not give me a zero. Because that would be really bad, I think."</strong><br><br>He reached down and scratched Roger behind the ears, evidently needing something to do with his hands after having handed over the project.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 04:29:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Office<br>Doing: Unpacking<br>Tagged:-</strong><br><br>Arabelle Masters was officially a procrastinator. School had been in session a week, and she was just now unpacking everything. She had been living day to day out of whatever box she happened to need at the time, not really ever having the want to, to completely unpack. A sigh came from her perfectly pouty lips, a hand running down her face as she contemplated where to put her miniature scale grandfather clock. It had been in the family for years, and she kept it in her space since it was handed down. Its friend (a gold candlebra) sat near her reading nook, a large bookshelf crammed with all sorts of novels and a large nest like seat.<br><br>Belle enjoyed her job, the people she got to work with were reward enough, but the results she saw out of students made the job very worthwhile. Her group this year was especially talented,&nbsp; and she looked forward to the rest of the year with them. After finally getting frustrated enough to knot her fingers in her hair, she set the clock down on her desk, nodding once and turning back to the box she was unpacking before she had pulled the heirloom out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 18:33:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/500full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Jasmine/Sharai Nadeen<br>Location: Her Office<br>Doing: Grading projects<br>Tagging: Open, Jack<br><br><strong>"You're in my 101-Photography right?"</strong> she said taking the flash-drive. Plugging it into her computer she opened the file for her class and started to look over the project. <strong>"You're fine, I am probably the most lenient professor you'll have. Art isn't rushed, its to be admired, appreciated. I'm also the best procrastinator. Other than Professor Masters."</strong> She glanced up and gave him a smile. <br><br>The assignment she'd given to her class the first week was to find inspiration. Something they could look back on over the year. A place on campus they would find peace. Her eyes roamed over the spot he'd chosen. A lot of students had images of the football field, or their dorm rooms. <strong>"What is this place? Why do you think it can be a place of concentration and peace for you?"</strong> she asked turning the screen to face him. Resting her elbow on the table she rested her chin on the back of her hand as she awaited his response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 05:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Nadeen's office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Turning in his project<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>Jack nodded at her first question, then let out a very audible sigh of relief and wiped away what was (mostly) imaginary sweat from his brow. <strong>"Oh, that's awesome. I promise not to abuse that fact."</strong> Well, except in extenuating circumstances.<br><br>The spot that Jack had chosen was a copse of trees on the edge of campus, a mixture of evergreens and deciduous. <strong>"It's a little group of trees right on the line between on and off-campus. It's also a marker I use to point out where my Halloween party ends. I like to keep my party off-campus, even if it's just barely. Anyway, the other three-hundred sixty-four days of the year, it's just a little bunch of trees. I find, for me personally, that it's a really cool location to sit and think for a while, to kind of slip away from everything and just sort of be a kid again. I've climbed almost every one of the trees there, and let me tell you, some of those evergreens are really, really tall."</strong> Here he pointed to one tree in particular that rose up above the rest. <strong>"That one's the tallest of the bunch, and it's the one that I climbed first. I still climb it every year at Christmas to put a star on top. Couldn't tell you why, but I decided freshman year I should do it. December first through whenever I come back to campus from break, there's a big five-pointed star on top of the tree."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 05:51:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/500full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Princess Jasmine/Sharai Nadeen<br>Location: Her Office<br>Doing: Grading projects<br>Tagging: Open, Jack<br><br>His explanation reminded her of a kid at Christmas. The excitement he showed at explaining his work was enough for her to pass him alone. Copying the image onto her computer she printed it off on a special paper. Handing him the flash drive she stood up and grabbed the picture from her printer. <strong>"May I suggest trying to take another several pictures of this location. Various angles, and lighting. It looks as though its mid-afternoon here, am I right?"</strong> she glanced at him holding it up against the wall. <br><br>With a tilt of her head she thought a moment, <strong>"Try waiting until sunset, or even sunrise. The way the sun sets behind the trees would give off a beautiful light. Now sunrise would give them an eeriness that would make them seem almost haunted."</strong> She moved back to her desk and slipped the image into the folder after scribbling his name and information onto the back of it. <strong>"I want to see what you think of the differences, challenge yourself. Put yourself out there don't be afraid to experiment with your art."</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 21:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Nadeen's office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Turning in his project<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>Professor Nadeen seemed at least satisfied with his work, so Jack relaxed a little bit. He took the flash drive back and listened to her advice, nodding where appropriate. <strong>"Yeah, I took that one at about two in the afternoon."</strong> He left out that the picture had been taken the day before.<br><br>Her suggestions made his brain whir into overdrive, at least the one about morning. Jack said, <strong>"And thanks again for letting me get away with the lateness. Next one's gonna be on time, I swear."</strong> His project having been turned in, the student gave Roger one more gentle scratch behind the ears before he stood up and made to go back and get the rest of his stuff before his next class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duelist925</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 08:52:51</strong>
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				Name/True Identity: Mira/Mirage<br>Location:&nbsp; Zara's Office<br>Doing: Bitching<br>Tagging:Zara (Zira)<br><br><br>Mira stalked through the halls, an annoyed expression adorning her face. She'd spent some time observing the years crop, her first year teaching, and she was...not anticipating many A's. If any. And then she'd wandered too close to the stadium, and heard that vile little mans shouting and just...ahg. It gave her such a headache. <br><br>She let a small smile escape as she drew up next her...friends...offices. A hand on the knob, she stepped in after a moments thought, intent on venting. Zara, at the least, could understand her...frustration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 06:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Stone's Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Setting up shop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Professor Scott Stone was a new face on capmus, just as much as the incoming freshmen. Their theatre program had an opening for a backstage teacher, and they had offered him the job. Steady income? As someone who had hardly even graduated with a theatre degree, it was something Scott could hardly say no to. That's how he found himself in the tiny office of an untenured professor. A slightly dented file cabinet sat in one corner, holding empty manilla hanging folders for future use. His desk wasn't in much better shape; maybe he could "commandeer" a better one from the props room at some point. However, he had provided his own desk chair. It was black leather, and tall. It looked like it belonged in a conference room, and therefore looked out of place in the dimly-lit office.<br><br>He briefly wondered, since he was just now getting all of his stuff unpacked, whether he should go and introduce himself to the rest of the nearby faculty. Eventually Scott decided if they wanted to meet their new compatriot today, they could come visit his office. He settled into the high-backed leather chair, leaning back and kicking up his feet onto his desk. <strong>"It's not quite what I had in mind, but I could certainly get used to this for the time being,"</strong> he muttered to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sadie</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 09:16:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rTgCMPl.png)</div> <strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Demona/Free Daemianos<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Common Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Writing in her journal<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><br><br>Free was surprised to find the Common Room empty, and took advantage of the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows.&nbsp; She curled up in a chair, happily basking in the sunlight, and flipped through the pages of her journal to find the last used page.&nbsp; As she'd been doing for the last year since her mother died, Free started off with a letter to her mother to describe her day.<br><br><em>Dear Mama,<br><br>I still cannot believe that I'm in my first week of college.&nbsp; It's strange to be here, knowing that I'm old enough to have mothered most of my fellow students.&nbsp; More than a few have assumed I'm a professor.&nbsp; Hell, some of the professors have assumed I'm new to the faculty.&nbsp; But that's all right.&nbsp; It has caused a bit of hilarity and embarrassment, the kind of thing you'd laugh at without hesitation.<br><br>You'd love it here, Mama.&nbsp; It's every bit as beautiful as you thought it would be.&nbsp; Oddly enough, the minute I stepped foot on the island, I felt like I was coming home.&nbsp; Isn't that strange?<br><br>I'm going to do something crazy.&nbsp; I've decided that I'm going to try out for the cheerleading squad.&nbsp; Remember how I wanted to in high school, but couldn't because of my part time job after school and on the weekends?&nbsp; Well, I've decided to be a spontaneous college freshman and try out.&nbsp; What's the worst that will happen?&nbsp; I won't make the squad.&nbsp; But at least I can say that I tried, right?<br><br>I should get to my homework while the Common Room is quiet and the sun's still out.<br><br>I miss you and love you every single day with all my heart.<br><br>S'ahgahpos.<br>Free</em><br><br>Finished with her letter, Free opened her dog-eared copy of <em>Animal Farm</em> and continued reading from her bookmark's place.&nbsp; It didn't matter that she practically had the book memorized since junior high.&nbsp; She always reread it once a year.&nbsp; This year, she got to do it twice, since she'd done her annual read in March, but now did it for one of her classes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 07:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Common Room, Sunrise of 9/11<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Writing an email, lounging around, waiting for a few of the other cheerleaders to go to breakfast with<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Merida, Open<br><hr><br>Rachel was up before the sunrise, as usual.&nbsp; She enjoyed the peace and quiet of the wee morning hours before the clamor that accompanied the waking of dozens of students.&nbsp; She sat upon one of the more comfortable over-stuffed chairs stationed by the windows.&nbsp; Her knee length blonde hair was braided, in her usual fashion, and hung over her shoulder.&nbsp; Some of her teammates had suggested that she cut her hair, but her mother had never allowed that and, while she was no longer under her mother's overbearing thumb, she felt that she should respect some of her mother's wishes.&nbsp; Besides, deep down, she liked her long hair.&nbsp; Sure it got in the way at practice, but she'd figured out a hairstyle that worked, and no one had really pushed the subject.&nbsp; Rachel wasn't unreasonable, she would cut it, and happily, if there was a good reason.&nbsp; Mother always said that "she knew best" though, so maybe there was some reason Rachel shouldn't cut her hair.<br><br>She stroked her braid a few more times while biting her lower lip before she opened her email and typed in her mother's address.<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Dear Mother,<br>I hope you're doing well.&nbsp; <br><br>Classes started again last week.&nbsp; I think I have some wonderful teachers, I'm sure you'd approve of them.&nbsp; I'm taking all the classes you wanted me to take, as well as, art.&nbsp; It fit into my schedule perfectly and it shouldn't interfere with my other responsibilities.&nbsp; Besides, I'm really good at it.&nbsp; I think you can take credit for that.&nbsp; You're the one who bought me my first paints after all.&nbsp; <br><br>We have cheer leading tryouts planned for this afternoon, Isabella showed us some amazing moves yesterday and I feel like I was able to pick them up fast enough.&nbsp; I don't think I should be nervous about the tryouts, but I am.&nbsp; You never know, after all.&nbsp; We got some really fantastic uniforms yesterday.&nbsp; Isabella designed them.&nbsp; Hers and Arella's have little magician hats on their shoulders, the rest of us don't, but they're still a lot better than our old uniforms.&nbsp; Don't worry.&nbsp; They look very professional and don't show off too much skin.&nbsp; I think the skirts are even slightly longer than our old uniforms.&nbsp; It'd be really nice if you were able to make a game this year.&nbsp; I attached a schedule for you.&nbsp; Thanks again for letting me come here.<br><br>Your loving daughter,<br>Rachel</span><br><br>She read over the message again, checked to see if there was anything her mother might take the wrong way, and made sure her punctuation was accurate before sending it.<br><br>Rachel was still unsure why her mother had finally given-in and allowed her to attend college and still half expected her to show up, a disappointed look in her eye, and drag her home.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure, Rachel was old enough to make her own decisions, and take care of herself, but it had always been just her mother and her.&nbsp; All the different places they'd lived, it had always just been the two of them.&nbsp; Rachel logged out and closed her laptop before she rested her chin on her palm and stared out at the slowly rising sun, coloring the horizon with shades of pinks, purples, blues, oranges.&nbsp; The blonde girl momentarily wished she'd had some paint, chalk, or even colored pencils at the moment to commemorate the morning.&nbsp; Art wasn't scheduled for that day, and her supplies were back in her dorm room, so Rachel simply stared at the sunrise and fixed it to her memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 16:50:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/hxOjHKA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Wallace/Merida<br><strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm Common<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Getting ready for the day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel<br><br>Melissa ran a brush through her unruly locks. Wincing as the brush caught she gave up and just let the red curls fall over her shoulders. Her Mascot uniform hung up in the corner of her room and she gave a secret smile. It was the ultimate rebellion for her. Her parents had fought her so hard on becoming a cheerleader, encouraging her that it was more feminine, more proper for a young woman to do. Much better than wearing a costume and antagonizing the other time from the side lines. But what else was there to do? Melissa loved to cause trouble, have fun, and she found she enjoyed her "job" much more than wearing a tight skirt. <br><br>Sure there was more to it, but Melissa didn't like to think about it. It pissed her off, especially since she considered the girl her friend. Her parents were just too determined sometimes. Walking out of her room she made her way on out to the commons. Maybe she'd relax and see if anyone wanted to get breakfast with her. That's when her eyes fell on Rachel. <strong>"Hey Rachel!"</strong> she said excitedly, making her way over to sit across from her. <br><br><strong>"How are you?"</strong> She knew most the cheerleaders. She worked with Isabella and them on ways to really irritate other teams and their mascots, as well as represent the school of course. Her red curls bounced as she sat though, <strong>"I had a question. If you're interested, and not too busy later."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 19:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Common Room, Sunrise of 9/11<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Writing an email, lounging around, waiting for a few of the other cheerleaders to go to breakfast with<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Melissa, Open<br><hr><br>A familiar voice drew Rachel's eyes from her study of the slowly fading sunrise.&nbsp; At seeing the red mass of curls, possibly Rachel's second most favorite head of hair on campus, next to her own, of course, a bright, sincere smile formed upon her lips.<br><br><strong>"Hey Melissa.&nbsp; I'm good.&nbsp; What'cha up to?"</strong><br><br>As often as her mother had moved her in the last several years, friends had been difficult to come by and harder still to maintain.&nbsp; That had changed, for the better, after Rachel had arrived at Roy Walter U.&nbsp; First, there was the cheer squad, and while there might be a few who could come across as shallow and two-faced, most of the girls were genuinely friendly, at least in Rachel's opinion.&nbsp; Then there was Melissa, Team Mascot, archery enthusiast, and an all around good person.&nbsp; While Rachel didn't quite understand Melissa's aversion to tight skirts, she knew the girl was better at wearing a Mascot costume than anyone else and that was all due to the fact that Melissa loved doing it.&nbsp; In Rachel's mind, that's all that really mattered.<br><br><strong>"We've got try-outs later today, but tell me what your question is and maybe we can figure something out?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 19:05:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Office<br>Doing: Unpacking<br>Tagged:-</strong><br><br>A screech could be heard down the office hall as Belle saw a spider scuttle out of one of her boxes. <strong>"GOODNESS GRACIOUS ARABELLE, THEY'VE STARTED NESTING YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG!"</strong> She had no classes today, and that was good. It meant that the sweats and loungey t-shirt she wore were acceptable. Even screaming her lilt came through. Belle was still unpacking, having gotten distracted by yet another novel yesterday. She vowed not to unpack the books until she was absolutely done with everything else, as it would mean less unpacking days in the long run. <br><br><strong>"Okay, breathe."</strong> She shook her head as she pulled out more junk <em>she didn't need.</em> Hopefully nobody had heard her outburst, or there was bound to be some confusion. Arabelle was very softspoken in class with her students, her fire only coming out around her colleagues usually. As she went through her box, a copy of Jane Eyre came into her hand, a sigh of defeat sounding as she took the book to her nook and began reading. <em>And I was so close too...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 01:09:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Al2_zps357b54fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Alfred Filcher<br><strong>Location</strong>: prof's offices<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; mail delivery<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Belle<br><br>The screech took Al by surprise and half the mail he was in charge of went crashing to the ground. "Dammit," he muttered and was torn for a long moment. If he raced off and left this as is and got caught flaking off <span class="bbc_u">again</span>, he'd get booted for sure. At least the owner of the alarmed voice clearly wasn't in pain or being attacked by an ax murderer or whatever... and the longer he stood here like an idiot, the longer it would be before he could find out what happened. He was like a cat that way, always wanting to explore anything that would occupy his busy mind. Scooping up the packages and letters to shove them haphazardly onto the cart to race down the hall.<br><br>Leaping around the edge of the door frame, jacket held open, Al expected to find someone chasing a bird that he could help catch, not to find a pleasantly cluttered space and a woman calmly reading.<br><br>"No bird," he noted is disappointment and stepped into to crane his head around. "Unless it's hiding?"<br><br>Grinning at the attractive young professor with his trademark high-energy, Al gestured around vaguely. "Sorry to barge in. Masters? Right? I had to memorize the whole staff to get the mail organized so that I could deliver it efficiently, because, y'know, I hate wasting steps. Coach says that efficiency is a good thing and I have to stay focused or I'm all over the place and..." Sheepishly, Al rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, mail. Hang on. I gotta get this whole mess sorted again, I dropped it in surprise..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherealdreamer</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 05:53:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/SimonStich.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Simon Tuttle (Stitch)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Morning Rituals<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Morning. Simon loathed mornings. It was that most terrible time of day when one woke from the sweet, soothing lull of a barely conscious half sleep world to the real one. Full of deadlines and worst of all-<br><br><em>THUD</em><br><br>- gravity.<br><br>"Mother FUCK! I told those clowns last year at the end of term to install us better padding on beneath these sand paper carpets!" Yowled the irritable junior from the tangle of sheets he'd become on the floor beside his bed. Rubbing his jaw, Simon gave the bones inside it a snap and crack to align whatever the fall might have popped out of place. Still grouching, he hauled himself up bodily and scrabbled blindly for his spotted blue housecoat. Time for caffeine.<br><br>Never mind it was already well past morning. Never mind he was slothing around in his boxers with the day before yesterday's twelve o'clock shadow darkening his face, Simon was going to freshen up the pot in the kitchen, brush his pearlies, drop off the morning deposit, and head back to his room with a steaming cup full of sugar and cream with some coffee. Toiletries in hand, the mad genius shuffled down the hall, into the cluck and clutter of the common room, and <em>SLAMMED</em> the door of the kitchen open with a resounding bang. Finding the bottom of the pot full of hot, congealed slime, he set about the mechanical motions of making something drinkable appear in the big machine. Scratching at his hair, Simon paid little mind to whoever was doing whatever in the shared space between his side of the dorms and the girl's. Eyeing the ladies through slitted lids and disheveled spikes of hair, Simon continued his shuffle back down the hall toward the men's room. He nudged his way into the sink nearest the window, and began lathering up, beating the overnight fuzz up and out of his mouth like it owed him money. Spit, rinse, repeat, and he was performing the dirty Simon shuffle back down toward the kitchen again. It was like clockwork really. An hour before the noon bell would sound, Simon crept from his quarters in a back and forth, back and forth pace.<br><br>"... ugh. What day is it? I think I've got Green later." He honestly had no clue, he thought as he muttered to himself over the rim of his cup. Simon breached the space of the common area once more, pausing to take in a few early afternoon rays from the skylights above and gingerly sip from the steaming ceramic mug clenched in his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 09:03:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/Elizabeth-Olsen-2_2123353a_zpsb0570490.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alice Lutwidge <br><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms, Common area<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Daydreaming, Sketching Free. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Free<br><br>Alice was curled up on her bed seemingly staring at the poster on her wall but really she was imagining herself on some fantastical adventure. She often daydreamed and though she was intelligent she came off as a bit of an airhead. She managed to pull herself away from thoughts of stoned out caterpillars and talking playing cards and picked up her sketchbook with a white rabbit painted on the cover and headed off to the common room to see if there was anyone she wanted to sketch. <br><br>She got a cup of the thick brownish sludge that passed for coffee and attempted to mask the taste with about four packets of sugar. She sat down and her eyes were drawn to a gorgeous woman reading a book. She took out a few pencils and started to sketch. She loved sketching people and always tried to come up with a little story about the people she sketched. She imagined her as the mortal daughter of a one of the Greek gods or maybe a princess from a far off land. She found herself lost in her own little world again. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 17:45:55</strong>
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				Abe and Tiger<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/GilandTiger_zpsf8ee86c6.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: his room<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: open<br><br>The waking was better that morning, despite the heavy furry pillow that was trying to suffocate him and started purring the second he started to wake.<br><br>"Fuck, Tiger, get off before you kill me. You need a bath, big guy."<br><br>Unwillingly, the tabby shifted so that Abe could sit up and cradle his head in his hands. Really, should that hangover still be making his head pound? He never reacted to drinking this way. What the fuck had he put in his system anyway? It's not like he was an adventurous drinker, just beer and the occasional shot. Most of yesterday was blurry and he ached all over from getting pounded in practice. His own damn fault for playing like he was in little leagues again. Hopefully, today would go better. Though, by the sounds of cussing and crashing around in the hall outside, he wasn't the only one having a shitty morning.<br><br>Had he agreed to go the stadium early for that interview? <br><br>"Better safe than sorry," Abe muttered to himself, grabbing his stuff for a quick shower before patting Tiger and shooing off the big cat. But, oddly, the tom didn't leave, meowing and pawing at an odd lump in the bedding. "Aw, crap. Please tell me you didn't drag in something dead. Or worse, not dead."<br><br>There was a flash of orange-gold and a sphere dropped to the floor with a thud.<br><br>"What the hell is that, boy?"<br><br>Reaching under the edge of the bed, his hand closed around the ball and pulled it out to be examined. It looked to be some sort of tiger eye stone, it's pale eye flashing as though it were alive.<br><br>"Cool," Abe mused and looked over the sphere. "Where did you come from? What a strange morning..."<br><br>And it was destined to get stranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cami</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 19:47:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Arabelle "Belle" Masters</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i1186.photobucket.com/albums/z371/CamberRaine/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg) (http://s1186.photobucket.com/user/CamberRaine/media/Elle_zps2d6d4509.jpg.html)</div><br><strong>Location: Office<br>Doing: Reading<br>Tagged: Alfred</strong><br><br>The quiet thump of feet pulled Belle's nose out of her novel. A smirk came across her lips as she took in the figure standing in her doorway, jacket held open. Curiosity came to play in her expressive hazel eyes. He was saying something about a bird, though Belle had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. <em>A bird...?</em> She cocked her head to the side, waiting to see what he had to say. Her novel resting in her lap .<br><br>It was obvious the kid was a live wire, and it didn't occur to her that he had dropped the mail until he said something about it. Belle stood, walking to him before leaning down and helping him scoop up the packages and letters. <strong>"Yes...Masters. And you are?"</strong> Her eyebrows furrowed as she stood, brushing her hands down her front. He was one of Phil's boys, apparently. As he went off rambling again, she shook her head, holding a hand up. <strong>"Name and mail. One thing at a time."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherealdreamer</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 20:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=177447.msg8514343#msg8514343">Quote from: ElvenKitten on 05-07-2013, 09:03:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She got a cup of the thick brownish sludge that passed for coffee and attempted to mask the taste with about four packets of sugar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/SimonStich.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Simon Tuttle (Stitch)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Chiding a fellow coffee drinker<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alice/Open<br><br>"Watch that head of yours chicky, it's going to disappear off into wherever you let it drift like that if you're not careful." Eyeballing the girl- <em>'what the hell is her name again? Mrf, eh, Alice? Yeah'</em>- with the older coffee, Simon's eyes slitted further. Giving a sniff, he shook his head and took a more confident sip from his own cup. It was significantly less sludge-like due to it's freshness, although still no gourmet brew, he knew what he was drinking was leagues away from the tar in her cup. With another scratch to his spiky hair, the patented Simon Shuffle began once more as he made his way around the outskirts of the common area and back toward the men's hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 00:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br>Location:&nbsp; Dorm (room 24)<br>Doing:&nbsp; Waking<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Michael was stood on a grass plane a slight breeze blowing through his unkempt hair. The crowd surrounding him grew eerily quiet as he raised his bow to take aim. It was important for the family that he won this archery competition. He drew the bow to his cheek and.....<br><br><strong>Thump thump thum.</strong><br><br>His eyes snapped open at the noise coming from his door. <br><br><strong>"Hey Mac"</strong> The voice from the other side of the door called. <strong>"The mails come. You got a package"</strong><br><strong>"Mac?"</strong> the voice questioned followed by more raps.<br><br>"Aye, I'm up ya wee goit. Quit tryin' te nok me door dow!" He called.&nbsp; He wasn't much of a morning person. He all but rolled out of bed and walked to his door. Wearing just his black boxers. Opening the door he found a smallish package on the floor outside his door where it had been left. "I don remember orderin' nout" He thought to himself with a shrug as he brought it inside.<br><br>Placing the box on the desk, he opened it. Inside he found a letter.&nbsp; &nbsp;<div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">"Young Macguffin. Inside this package, you will find some heirlooms that may serve you well in your time away. You will learn what they mean as you grow yourself. <br>I'm proud of you,<br>Signed Your father."</span></div><br>Looking further into the box he found a great swath of heather green tartan with a cross hatching in orange and a sporran of simple, worn leather with a metal insert on the front. Finally a circular clan brooch with worn etchings around the circle that are celtic-esque in design. He sat holding the items that both felt strange and familiar, trying to understand what they meant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 00:58:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Al2_zps357b54fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Alfred Filcher<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Belle's office<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; rambling<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Belle, OPEN<br><br>"Manners, right," Al agreed brightly and snapped off a loose salute. "Alfred Filcher," he rattled off in a movie-like impersonation, then curled that same hand around his mouth and did a mock Groucho Marx, waggling eyebrows included. "But my friends call me Al." Poorly stifling his perpetual grin, Al saluted again and finished his impromptu and cheesy military-esque introduction. "Second safety for the DubR Wizards, Sir!" Bursting out laughing, he bowed at the attractive professor and amended, "well, Ma'am. Improv is good for a theater major, yeah? Offsets the dry business major." His hands talked along with his words, gesticulating in emphasis. "The business classes help calm me down. Y'know? And the theater," he smirked after the snooty pronunciation, "might not pay the bills."<br><br>Sheepish suddenly, Al rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath to calm his natural hyperactivity. "Sorry, more information than you probably wanted, huh? So, mail was next, yes? And I take it your comment about something nesting wasn't about a bird at all."<br><br>With quick hands, he pulled the letters from the packages and rifled through them to get them back in alphabetical order, certain he'd seen something for Masters in the mess...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>07-07-2013, 22:54:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/hxOjHKA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melissa Wallace/Merida<br><strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm Common<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Talkin with Rachel<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rachel<br><br>Tugging gently at the sleeve of her sweater she pushed her curls back over her shoulders. <strong>"Not much, thinking I need breakfast soon...Oh yeah, my question...right...I want to knock everyone's socks off this year. Really pump their spirits. I think I want to learn a few moves you guys use. Ya' know. Like maybe some flips, or even just those cart-thingy's you do?</strong> She envied Rachel's flat hair, hers was always so unruly. Even when she tried straightening it. Fidgeting she looked at the blond. <br><br><strong>"I understand if you don't have the time, but I know it'd help me in really getting people going at games.</strong> She'd noticed a few of the mascots, well more than a few, from the other schools had sweet moves. It had bugged her last year, but she was a lot different. Especially after this summer when she'd put her foot down and fought with her parents that she wasn't going to join the squad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 06:18:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Common Room, Sunrise of 9/11<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Melissa, waiting for people to go to breakfast with<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Melissa, Open<br><hr><br>The mention of breakfast made her suddenly aware of how hungry she was getting and she decided there and then she'd simply to go breakfast with Melissa, whether the other girls were awake or not.<br><br>What the redhead said next made Rachel chew on her lower lip then grin in her friendly manner.&nbsp; <strong>"You could come to practice.&nbsp; I'm sure Isabella wouldn't mind if you trained with us.&nbsp; It'd be safer too.&nbsp; I mean, I am happy to show you some moves but if you really want to do flips you need to work with a spotter for awhile or else you could really hurt yourself.&nbsp; I mean, I know you can do it, but you land on your back and bruise a rib, you'll be out for a week or more, and we need our mascot,"</strong> Rachel winked.<br><br><strong>"I'll stick around after practice and make sure you got the basics.&nbsp; Then we can work everyday after practice until you're able to do a triple front flip and make it look easy,"</strong> Rachel promised.&nbsp; <strong>"Sound good?"</strong> she asked.<br><br><strong>"So, I'm like starving.&nbsp; Want to go get some breakfast and we can talk about this some more, if you want?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeKinkyTaco</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 09:05:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><strong>Amira</strong><br>(http://www.redflava.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/Yuan_Ting_Ting_6.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Sira</strong></div>(http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0ln0uAm8dIE/TnrQdyejHgI/AAAAAAAAVmY/4hW70Vm7QNQ/s800/kathy%252520yang%252520qian%252520qian-52.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Amira(Am) &amp; Sira(Si) Qinck<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm-&gt; Hallways<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Walking out of the Student Council Office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Each other<br><hr><br>"Sira..You left the lights on again.." A soft mumble came from the pulled up covers. Slowly a rather large looking form began to move only then was it exposed as two rather petite outlines. Amira, the one whom had spoken had drifted from the blankets to stare oddly at the parted shades. She was completely bare in her blankets, only then did a similar form rise from under the covers. Sira, whom was also nude in the bed. They gave each other neutral glances as they leaned upon each other. Staring into the sheer and wine hued curtains which were seemingly parting by the chilly breeze. It can take people days to convince the twins that it was hot outside. They always wore coats most of the time. Hardly felt the heat. Some considered them anemic but they just smiled away the response. Amira lightly nudged her sister as to fully wake up the more sloth Sira. Almost instantly Amira shot from the bed upon grabbing her phone and peeking at the date. It was September 11th. It was a national holiday, also a day where she had planned a couple weeks&nbsp; back assembly. Mostly to have a moment of silence and for some random singer whom was picked by the choir teacher? Might be Arella again, she was always one to jump up to her feet in order to sing for something. Oh well. They didn't care as long as they were good. The assembly would probably take about an hour or so? <br><br>A small faint zipping sound of gray combat boots came from the side in which Sira claimed as her own. Sira and Amira perhaps dressed the same it was just that Sira was a bit more free with her clothes and Amira was one to dress to impress. Swaying her feet lightly Sira looked up at the vanity desk in which her twin sister sat, curling the honey hued locks. Of course it was dyed, although they were twins and had similarities..People still claimed they looked alike no questions asked. Make which looked quite natural dusted over the face of the more baby faced twin. She twisted from her vanity to give her dazed twin a questioning glance.<br>"Sira, don't fucking fall asleep today.." Amira spoke in a clear yet aggressive tone towards her sister. Instantly a pillow was flung from their made up and well adorned bed to the unsuspecting sister. Sira let out a snicker which was followed by Amira's soft laughter. Amira then stood up. Her body firm and slender as she was adorned in denim jeans which were rolled up just once, brown oxfords masked the petite feet. A pearl v-neck which was underneath a black 'everyday' blazer. And Sira on the other hand wore the zipped up gray combat boots, plain black tights which fell under an off-the-shoulder wine hued shirt which has the infinity sign stitched in silver thread. Picking up their familiar shoulder bags, black for Amira and brown for Sira, they huffed in unison as they walked out of their room.<br><br>The world was full of idiots to them. Or well, simple pawns. At least the students were to them. They walked smiling and waving at the ones who passed by them with casual waves. Almost upon closing and locking the door to the more-so decorative student council room they sighed. <br>"Oh damn, nobody is here yet..Let's get breakfast, yeah?" Sira spoke in a cherry voice only then did she receive a shrug from her P.I.C. They dropped their bags on the table and walked out of the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 00:00:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br>Location:&nbsp; Dorm (room 24)<br>Doing:&nbsp; Waking<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Michael walked out his room. Rubbing the broach between finger and thumb in the process and proceeded to the communal kitchen. Stifling a yawn as he walked to the counter where the jug of coffee was perpetually kept warm. He poured himself a mug and stood looking at the broach, trying to work out its mystery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 04:40:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Dorm Room <br><strong>Doing</strong>: Waking Up<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><hr>The soft swishing sound reached his ears.&nbsp; It reminded him of the beach and the ocean, but alas it was only his limbs softly moving in his deep blue satin sheets.&nbsp; Athon cracked his eyes to filter the sunlight catching through his blinds and he sat up absent-mindedly yawning.&nbsp; With a scratch to his hair he made his way to the wall and flipped on the light, stretching.&nbsp; <br><br>After completing the small morning ritual, he flipped on his radio, listening to his choice of pop music to help him get pepped up for the day.&nbsp; Softly his feet padded the floor and he reached his chest of drawers with a sigh.&nbsp; What should he wear today?&nbsp; Gently he pulled out a black tank-top style shirt along with a see-through black shirt with three-quarter sleeves and white skinny jeans with neon splatter.&nbsp; <em>Underwear</em> He thought.... <em>hm... fuck it.</em>&nbsp; He grabbed his robe and headed for the showers.&nbsp; He wondered who would be up and what kind of eye candy could catch his eye.<br><br>Nimbly with his iPod he walked to the shower, mouthing the words lightly to his music.&nbsp; He smiled and waved at the occasional attractive male and closed the door behind him as he entered the shower with his clothes, robes, a towel and his shower safe MP3 hookup.&nbsp; After securing his music player in the waterproof case provided Athon turned on his music, keeping it low not to disturb anyone and he closed the stall door.&nbsp; Gently he let his boxers from the previous night hit the tile and he hung his clothes and towel over the door, turning on the water as it refreshed his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>After his shower he made his way to the mirror and dried his hair, tousling it to air dry.&nbsp; Today was a chillax kind of day.&nbsp; After he made his way back to his room, placing his belongings and going to the common room.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 04:47:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLJpsU33EirFNuXX-dvE-QgewGYN7YEzI6eUdj0nhZwGg_CH2LIw)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Kerli Nemai / Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Her Office<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Planning Period<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><hr>Kerli had gotten a decent start in the morning with a warm cup of peppermint tea.&nbsp; She walked the campus as the mist of dew clung to the grass and she went straight to her office to plan.&nbsp; She had fun with her students still pressing the importance of learning.&nbsp; This was also A time for any students, if they chose, to come talk to her on a personal level or even an academic level.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 17:08:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Getting ready, printing a few flyers. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> N/A *On the run* <br><br>Isabella sighed and rolled out of bed, glaring at her alarm. She still had a good hour or so before she needed to actually get up. This was crap. Some days she felt as though she should simply chuck the thing. She never used it unless she was working on a paper, only then did it remind her she needed sleep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she grabbed a towel and a few other supplies before she woke her computer. The thing was never off. <br><br>Printing off a few more flyers she went on to shower while they printed, along with her paper that was due today. Geeze it was going to be an insane day. She pretty much had a class until 2:45 which gave her 15 minutes to get to the stadium and dressed for the tryouts. Then at 5:30, praying the tryouts were over by then she had one more class that lasted until 7. If her professor didn't get distracted discussing art that was. That was how things with Professor Nadeen went. <br><br>The hot water was a relief, waking her sore muscles, and her mind. Getting ready she headed back to her room and grabbed the flyers, dropping her shower caddy in her room&nbsp; and making her way to the stadium. She'd get breakfast just before her class. As she went she hung up a few of the flyers waving at Rachel and Melissa as she hurried out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WashAutumstar</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 19:03:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i.imgur.com/rpnby1p.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Dodger Kinsly (Dodger - Oliver and Company)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room - Room 21/ Common Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Waking up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Dodger wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock, he rolls over and turns it off before getting out of bed. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he fished around his night table for his sunglasses, never went anywhere without them. He debated about his red scarf but decided against it; the sunglasses would do for now. Scratching his head, he went and did normal morning things before heading out to the common room to see who is around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 22:58:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/f/2010/306/a/e/dr_facilier_by_chibicyndaquil-d321xsj.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; His Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Reading over Student and Teacher Profiles<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><hr>Doctor Facilier was sitting in his office shifting through various profiles and taking notes.&nbsp; A few students, even some of the teachers, have been quite interesting over the year he had been here.&nbsp; There were some students and teachers in particular that had caught his eye.&nbsp; The Qinck twins, for example seemed to have quite the streak.&nbsp; A little research led to learning about some.....events, rivals falling down stairs and other severe injuries.&nbsp; Somehow, they always escaped the blame.&nbsp; Doctor Facilier chuckled softly in the candlelight of his office as he was reminded of himself, though he covered his tracks much better than these two amateurs.&nbsp; As interesting as these two were, little Rachel Prince was quite the more interesting one.&nbsp; She was kidnapped as a child and was raised by an overprotective daddy.&nbsp; These three were just the tip of the iceberg of interests.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a sudden knock on the door, causing Doctor Facilier to quickly look up from his work.&nbsp; He hadn't been expecting anyone today, so, who could this be?&nbsp; He stood up, saving his work and exiting the page.&nbsp; He quickly straightened his purple coat and placed a sly smile on his face, one that indicated that he knew things about people, things others would kill to know.&nbsp; <br><br>Doctor Faciliar walked to the door, opening it widely, "Hello?"&nbsp; The smell of incense drifted from the room as the candles lighting the room flickered, illuminating many odd items, giving them life it seemed.&nbsp; This was obviously the most different office of any teacher or staff member at the school.&nbsp; If anything, this office is infamous for the rumors of it being haunted or cursed, rumors of people going inside and never coming out.&nbsp; Granted, these are only just rumors, but they are still there......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherealdreamer</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 04:34:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/SimonStich.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Simon Tuttle (Stitch)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorms/Room 28<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Afternoon Rituals<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Abe's Whiteboard/op<br><br>Long past morning now, and well past one class and one lab later, and Simon was a scruffy boy. Having skipped the morning shave, there was now two day's worth of five o'clock shadows darkening his face, and a distinct smear of machinery grease along his chin. The hair he'd so haphazardly gelled was now even spikier and floppier than before, and without thinking, he whipped it around further with a scratch at his scalp. Ear bugs in, industrial blaring, Simon stalked in through the common area toward the men's hall, all while shuffling through a mixture of notes and schematics he'd acquired throughout the day. His eyes narrowed on a particularly complex piece of work and, in a moment of complete carelessness, spilled them all onto the floor.<br><br>"Christ on a stick!" He bellowed angrily as he knelt to sweep all his things back up. Grumbling as he stuffed sheets here and slapped them in between the pages of a Five Star there, Simon stood back up and looked over to see something that immediately wiped the fire off his face.<br><br>Room 26.<br><br><em>'Ahh. It's that time again already...'</em> He hissed inward happily as a sadistic grin crept across his lips.<br><br>Humming and a flutter of his fingers, Simon snatched up the black Expo from the white board in front of him and ripped the cap off. His hand made quick, but wobbly art on number 38's door. Why? No real reason, other than the ginger had taken up residence in a room with the mad man's favorite number attached to it. Plus, after their first in the dorms, and his ritualistic night of douching on <em>everyone's</em> whiteboards, Abe had grumped the most. And that in itself was reason enough to keep doing it. By the time he was through, Simon's hum had turned into a whistle, and replacing the marker as he'd found it, off to his room he went, quietly closing the door behind him.<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Whiteboard Dick Doodle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Silly%20Photos%20and%20Get%20Ups/AbeWallDouchery.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 08:12:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/Elizabeth-Olsen-2_2123353a_zpsb0570490.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alice Lutwidge <br><strong>Location:</strong>Common area Doctor Facilier's office <br><strong>Doing:</strong> Getting better coffee, Checking in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Doctor Facilier<br><br>Alice was having a daydream about a Scottish castle defended by winged creatures, it was one of her better daydreams, no talking cats. She wondered if she should write a short story about her daydream. She also noted an absence of homicidal playing cards, another point in this daydream's favour.<br><br>Alice finished her sketch and slipped away getting some off the fresh coffee from the kitchen, remembering...someone chiding her for using the old coffee. She decided she needed to actually go check in with Doctor Facilier, she could have done it tomorrow but she wanted to get it out of the way. <br><br>She arrived at the office and hesitated, knowing the reputation of the office and her imagination had made the lace a little frightening to Alice, she knocked three times on the door. Her history of drug abuse and her over active imagination meant she would have to visit the campus Psychologist&nbsp; on a regular basis. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynnie</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 15:46:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1306.photobucket.com/albums/s574/lynniekitty/KIRSTEN-DUNST2_zps10cfdff8.jpg) (http://s1306.photobucket.com/user/lynniekitty/media/KIRSTEN-DUNST2_zps10cfdff8.jpg.html)</div>Name/True Identity: Amelia Stephens/Princess Aurora<br>Doing: Looking for the Office - Dr. Facilier's Office<br>Tagging: Open - Dr. Facilier<br><br><br>Amelia walked into the dorms and office building. She was new and was lost. Thankfully the small map she was given got her to at least this point in the place. It was already confusing, the flight was long, and she didn't get any sleep on it. She saw a couple of other people around but didn't want to interrupt anyone. Smiling as she walked past them she found a sign saying dorm to the right and office straight ahead. <br><br>Sighing as she continued towards the office her luggage bag rolling behind her. Finding a door that had the name Dr. Facilier she knocked on the door. Hopefully he could help her find what she needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 04:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Sally_zps6cec5667.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Sally Nightshade<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; her lab<br><strong>Doing</strong>:&nbsp; Mad science!<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Athon, Abe, Elizabeth, OPEN<br><br>To the shrieking refrains of Bound For Severance, (real band if you like heavy metal, btw) Sally was her usual, busy self. Anaheim Island might be a sleepy little township, but her skills were legendary enough that work came in not just from the nearby island and Oak Harbor Navy Base, but as far as Seattle for obscure problems. <br><br>With science, technology, brilliance and a dash of good old wild luck, there was was little Sally couldn't figure out.<br><br>A clatter of sound caught her attention to see a burly red head stumble in with some help from a smaller fellow who looked concerned. "Oh jeez!" she exclaimed and raced over on her chunky shoes to help get the red head into a chair. "You look terrible. I'm calling the school nurse. You guys stay put."<br><br>Racing over to her phone, she quickly dialed up the school clinic in search of Elizabeth Johnson. Sally had an near-perfect memory and knew every staff member's name as well as every student she had ever interacted with and most of the town.<br><br>Finally, the line picked up and Sally was instantly talking a mile a minute. "Eliza? It's Sally over in the science lab, I have a student here who looks terrible and we think he was dosed with something about thirty-six hours ago but he shouldn't still look this bad and I'm worried and can you come over here and look him over?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 06:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm 20, Hallway, and Common Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Finding a mysterious object and having a bit of a chuckle<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Jack had returned to his dorm room after his classes for that day were over and threw his backpack down into its usual place when he wasn't sleeping, the end of his bed. He examined one of the keychains he had adorned the bag with. It seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't really remember it ever having been on his backpack before, or indeed ever having bought it. The keychain was a little cartoonish dog that looked kind of like a sheet. It took him a second to realize it was supposed to be a ghost. It was a nice material too, all enamel and plush fabric. <strong>"Huh,"</strong> he muttered, figuring it must have been a gift he had clipped on and forgotten about.<br><br>After shuffling through some early drafts of his plans for his Halloween party, Jack walked back out into the hallway. The first thing that caught his eye was the lovely doodle that someone had left on Abe's whiteboard. Of course, he knew who had done it, but he decided to keep it to himself. There was only one person who enjoyed annoying Abe that much. Plus, it was actually kind of funny; the tongue in particular was what got him. He strolled into the common room and discovered that it was apparently empty. Figuring that Simon must have taken off after leaving behind his little bit of vandalism (or at least gone to hide in his room), Jack settled into a chair with his party plans and a pad of paper in hand as he tried to work out the logistics for this year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 07:09:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Stone's Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Making delicious coffee and discovering something strange in a box<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>Scott led Sharai into his office, grabbing up his French press as soon as he entered the office. <strong>"Okay, go ahead and make yourself comfortable. See if that sofa isn't still full of dust from World War II, if you want."</strong> He returned shortly afterward with enough water to make two cups of coffee. He shuffled around in the boxes still cluttering his office, looking for his hot plate and his coffee beans. The first box he opened contained those things, but what puzzled him was what sat on top. This was a box that was clearly labeled "Coffee," but the item on top was certainly not coffee-related. He held up the object. <strong>"What do you suppose this is?"</strong> he asked, showing it to his fellow teacher. It was a paddle-like carving, almost like a forelimb and a paw. It had blunt wooden claws, and a yellow eye painted on the back. The whole thing was trimmed in yellow fur and beadwork. He wasn't quite how it had gotten into the box, or indeed even what it was, but it resonated with him somewhere primal. It was kind of discomforting.<br><br><strong>"Anyway, coffee,"</strong> he said, setting the object down on his desk and plugging in his hot plate before he set the water-filled French press on top of the plate to get... well, hot. While it warmed up, he got the bag of coffee beans out and set it down. This particular one was a huge bag he had purchased during his travels at an independent coffee shop... he couldn't remember where, but it was damned good coffee. <strong>"I'm very glad to have met you,"</strong> he said as he measured out enough to grind up for two cups. After plugging in the coffee grinder and a brief interlude of loud whirring, he turned back to Sharai, leaning back against the desk. <strong>"I admit I was a little concerned about not really getting along with the staff here. But if I like the rest of them as much as I like you, well, I'm sure we'll get along just swimmingly."</strong> By that point the water was almost at a boil, so he took it off the hot plate and dumped the ground coffee into the press.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 06:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/f/2010/306/a/e/dr_facilier_by_chibicyndaquil-d321xsj.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; His Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Greeting Alice Lutwidge at the door<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open; Alice Lutwidge <br><hr>Doctor Facilier opened the door of his office and saw Miss Lutwidge standing before him.&nbsp; With a sly smile that would appear welcoming to some, frightening to others, and downright creepy to the rest, he opened his door all the way, beckoning her in with the words, "Welcome, my dear Lutwidge.&nbsp; I do not believe we have an appointment at this hour of the day."&nbsp; That much was perfectly true, as he had spoken with her near the beginning of the year and scheduled biweekly, hour-long sessions concerning her daydreams, drug usage, and experiences in the "bad Crowd."&nbsp; In fact, though he didn't require payments anymore, her parents gave him a fair amount of money to help her.&nbsp; <br><br>The Doctor ushered Alice into his office, the walls covered with many artifacts that, without a doubt, made the place appear to be a New Orleans Voodoo Shop.&nbsp; He led her to his desk and asked her to sit on one of the rather soft seats before sitting down himself.&nbsp; He leaned forward, his long, slender torso hovering above his arms, his hands pressed against the top of the desk, his fingers splayed out like spiders, "So, tell me, what brings you to my office this day?"<br><hr><hr><hr><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; His Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Greeting Amelia Stephens at the door<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open;&nbsp; Amelia Stephens<br><hr>Not long after he had finished speaking to Alice, did the Doctor hear another knock at his door.&nbsp; This was quite odd as few people willingly came to his office, appointment or no.&nbsp; The doctor walked to the door, opening it and allowing the scent of freshly lit incense to flow out of the door.&nbsp; Doctor Facilicer frowned slightly, not in disapproval or anger, but rather in thought.&nbsp; He didn't recognize the girl in front of him, but that might well have been because he was still browsing through the student profiles.&nbsp; There was nearly too many to keep up with.<br><br>"Hello, may I ask what you've come here for?&nbsp; Are you perhaps lost?&nbsp; Or maybe you have things to talk about in private?&nbsp; Nonetheless, please, come in.&nbsp; I may be able to help you, one way or another."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WashAutumstar</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 14:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rpnby1p.jpg)</div>Name: Dodger Kinsly (Dodger - Oliver and Company)<br>Location: Common Room<br>Doing: Just entering<br>Tagging: Open, Jack Shelton<br><br>Dodger walked into the Common Room, not knowing what to expect. To be honest he was a bit nervous, it had been a while since he hadn't been living on the streets, not that he mind the streets, it's just this place was not home, he hadn't been here long enough to find out it's secrets, and he didn't know anybody.<br><br>"Well, got to get started somewhere" he muttered to himself, kind of annoyed at his nervousness. He began humming a song he was trying to write when he noticed a rather pale, yet tall fellow sitting by himself. Dodger casually walked over to the seating area and sat down on one of the opposite chairs.<br><br>"Good morning"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 20:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Party planning and meeting someone new<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>"Hey," Jack said, looking up from his slightly scattered papers. <strong>"I don't think we've met. I'm Jack,"</strong> he said, dropping the pen in his hand and extending it to shake. <strong>"Don't suppose you've got any experience with party planning, do you? Because my option after this is pretty much trying to track down the Qinck twins to see if they want to help."</strong> He was being a bit sarcastic, but he definitely would take the help if Dodger had any idea how to handle party logistics.<br><br>He indicated some of his problem areas, notably on how he was supposed to get food out to the edge of the property where he held the party last year since the guy who'd had access to one of the few actual cars on the island had graduated. <strong>"Any chance you know anyone who has a way to get food moved in large quantities? Because otherwise I'm going to have to find out how I'm going to get a generator out there for a refrigerator."</strong> So, that last part was a joke, but he really could use some help with it, even if he was planning more than a month in advance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WashAutumstar</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 20:36:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rpnby1p.jpg)</div>Name: Dodger Kinsly (Dodger - Oliver and Company)<br>Location: Common Room<br>Doing: Talking to Jack<br>Tagging: Open<br><br>Dodger shakes his hand firmly "My friends call me Dodger, and no, I don't have much experience with parties, haven't been to many, at least not officially." Dodger smiled with a mischievous grin. <br><br>"However you ever need a piano player or singer I'm your guy. And unfortunately I haven't been here long enough to know just about anyone, so can't help with the transport, although I could always go <em>borrow</em> a truck..." <br><br>&nbsp;Dodger looks off in the distance deep in thought, before shaking his head "Ah though best not, probably should avoid such things so soon after enrolling" &nbsp;he grinned again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 22:55:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: science lab, room 2B<br><strong>Doing</strong>: feeling crappy<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Athon<br><br>Still queasy and a little disoriented, Abe looked around the science lab with faint curiosity. It looked like a cross between a mad scientist's lair with all the death-metal posters, fetish craft from dark corners of the world and strings of twinkling Christmas lights in direct contrast to the banks of complicated scientific and medical equipment, all of it pristinely neat as a pin. The long glance around brought his tired gaze over to his unexpected helper and he smiled wearily at the smaller man.<br><br>"Hey, thanks for your help, man. I know you, don't I? Arella's friend, right? You might as well head back to tryouts without me. By the sound of it, I'll be here for a bit. Can you give my apologies to Isabella? I'll join her as soon as I can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 01:43:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park/On campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br>As they entered his office she smiled, <strong>"Oh come on, it looks a little younger than that, maybe the Gulf War?"</strong> she said as she took a seat, tucking one ankle behind the other as she rested her elbow on the arm of the couch. Resting her head on her hand she set her hat and camera bag next to her. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she gave a small shake of her head as he showed her the object, <strong>"Looks like some of the totems I saw with some of the African tribes. Or perhaps something that tells a story a lot of artifacts do."</strong> <br><br>The smell of coffee seemed to awaken her more and she found herself even more happy to have accepted his offer. <strong>"I think you'll get along with the others fine. Masters tends to get lost in her books but she's a great woman. I'll introduce you to her later if you'd like. As well as the others. There is a costume ball coming up, would you like to go?</strong> The question was out before she could stop herself. Had she just asked him to go with her? Wow, this was high school all over again. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 07:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sidelines/Stadium<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Working out, waiting for tryouts.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Abe, Sally, Open<br><hr>The room was a curious sight to behold, Athon smiled to Ms. Nightshade as she made her call. <br><br><strong>"Yea, actually I am, and it is no problem... Iv'e kinda lost the nerve to try out anyway.&nbsp; Plus, Ms. Nightshade asked us to both stay. "</strong>&nbsp; Athon was a bit clueless, absentminded, and his mood had shifted rather suddenly.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the dark colors. <strong>"So.. uh what happened if you don;t mind my asking?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greytrail</strong> on <strong>18-07-2013, 16:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Gil_zps134f8320.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:&nbsp; Abe Casey/ O'Malley, 'Aristocats'<br><strong>Location</strong>: Science lab<br><strong>Doing</strong>: being a lab rat<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Athon and Sally<br><br>With no way to contact Isabella on his own, Abe was still mourning for his poor phone, there was little for him to do but just be patient. When the other man spoke to him, Abe found himself distracted by trying to remember his name. Unusual first name, that much rang a bell, but the last name was... got it! Finn! Like the tall guy from that Glee show Marie watched sometimes.<br><br>"Why would you not try out? Shouldn't everyone do something wild and crazy in college. The squad could use more guys anyway, right?" Nodding in agreement that the lab tech had indeed asked them to stay put, Abe shrugged at Finn's question. "Honestly, I don't have a clue. I was over at the Lucky Rabbit with my band and we were drinking and the whole night got really hazy and I felt like absolute shit yesterday morning. Today I just feel kinda sick and slow." Grinning wearily, he scrubbed his face, noting that he really needed to trim up his bright ginger beard. "God, I must look like a sloth. And I ache all over from practice yesterday."<br><br>Startling both young men, Sally slid over on a stool, a stainless steel medical tray in her wake. "You shouldn't have been exerting yourself, but you couldn't have known that. The drugs have clearly impacted your system and half the aches and pains may be from that. Give me a bit and hopefully I'll be able to ascertain what you were dosed with. That way, any repercussions can be documented for both your sake as well as any legal proceedings when the Sheriff catches the bastard who's been doing this. In the meantime, you get the pleasure of being my personal pincushion and peeing in a cup. Sorry."<br><br>Sighing wearily, Abe only nodded. "I'll consider it practice for if I get into the NFL."<br><br>Boy did he hope things would get better for him soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RainbowRian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 03:49:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>: Athon Finn / Flounder<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Sally's office<br><strong>Doing</strong>: Being uncomfortable<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Abe, Sally, Open<br><hr><strong>"I guess I could, I just am starting to have mixed feelings about it.&nbsp; Its becoming even more of a stereotypical thing."</strong>&nbsp; Not elaborating, perhaps to keep his sexuality somewhat hidden so the man wouldn't be uncomfortable.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You don't look like a sloth.&nbsp; You just look a bit tired and pale to me."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>As Sally slid over Athon looked up.&nbsp; He was a bit surprised and as the words fell fluidly from her mouth he stood.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah, well I will take this as my signal to leave.&nbsp; Needles among other things make me nervous, so I will spread the message to Isabella for you.&nbsp; It was cool meeting you, and I hope you get to feeling better.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 04:49:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Stone's Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> More to do with the aforementioned delicious coffee<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br><strong>"I'd say Vietnam at least,"</strong> he remarked, setting the lid back on the press and letting the coffee brew. His attention was diverted from the coffee when she mentioned a costume ball the next day. Well, he was a bit short of... well, anything remotely resembling a costume, but he could figure out something on short notice.<br><br>Oh, but, in the meantime, invitation. And possible implications of he and Sharai going together. <strong>"Well, I suppose that depends,"</strong> he said, sitting on the edge of the desk and waiting for the coffee to finish steeping. Asking with an almost purring quality to his voice, <strong>"Do I get to go with you?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 05:23:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park/On campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br>Perking an eyebrow at his tone Sharai found her stomach twisting slightly with excitement. <strong>"Oh, I suppose I could spare some time in my busy schedule to go with you."</strong> she flashed him a smile, her dark hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs as she studied him. <strong>"Perhaps a fierce jungle animal would be perfect for you.</strong> Bringing her fingers up she framed his face and winced one eye a playful look in her eye as she lowered her hand. <br><br><strong>"What do you think of a big fuzzy gorilla, I could see you pulling off a King Kong."</strong> She gave a soft laugh the smell of coffee waking her up more now. <strong>"Geeze, that stuff could wake the dead, and I haven't even tasted it."</strong> she let her tongue traced her lips idly and she rested her elbow on her knee and lay her chin on the back of her hand. <strong>"So, where are you from?"</strong> <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 06:32:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GP1Mxj4.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Scott Stone/Scar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Professor Stone's Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Plotting the costume and SWEET COFFEE AT LAST<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sharai Nadeen, Open<br><br>Scott luxuriated in the reaction he had managed to evoke in Sharai, a lopsided smirk emerging on his face when she winked at him. He had to admit, it had been a long time since he'd been this flirty with a co-worker. It was something he decided he needed to do more often. <strong>"Wonderful,"</strong> he said as he busied himself now with plunging the press, pushing all of the grounds down to the bottom to leave behind only the steaming black coffee. While digging around in his "Coffee" box, he added, <strong>"I don't know about King Kong, though. Maybe a lion. I've got some experience in costuming and makeup, so I'm not awful when it comes to this kind of thing, and trust me when I say that a lion would not be terribly difficult for me to pull together on short notice."</strong><br><br>His hands finally emerged with two coffee mugs, one with the words "Be Prepared" along with the Boy Scout crest on it. He honestly had no idea how it had come into his possession and, as much as he was definitely not goody-two-shoes enough when he was younger to be in the Scouts, he did like their motto. He poured the coffee into the mugs and handed one to Sharai. He wasn't sure if the tongue going across her lips was for his benefit or if she was that enthusiastic about the coffee. <strong>"Believe it or not, I'm from Africa,"</strong> Scott said. <strong>"Admittedly my parents moved to the States just after I was born, and I'm very, very British on my father's side, but I'm from Cape Town originally."</strong> Now, however, his curiosity was piqued. While he waited for the coffee to cool to a drinkable temperature, he asked, <strong>"And where, Miss Nadeen, are you from?"</strong><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tlgWb0L.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong> Jack Shelton/Jack Skellington<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Party planning and meeting someone new<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dodger, Open<br><br><strong>"Well Dodger, pleasure to meet you. Consider this your official invitation to my second annual Halloween party. Actually, you're the first one with an official invitation. I mean, granted, pretty much the entire student body is invited, but that's beside the point,"</strong> Jack said, all in one breath. He was in one of his more effervescent moods at the moment.<br><br>He said, <strong>"Well, I've got music mostly accounted for at the moment, but I'll be sure to keep that in mind."</strong> Accordingly, he scribbled Dodger's name and appropriate skills in the margin of one of the sheets spread out around him. The pause causes Jack to tilt his head curiously. <strong>"Well, if you've got any experience trying to find people, would you want to help me find the Qincks? They're kind of hard to miss."</strong> He paused to find an appropriate way to describe them where Dodger might know who he was talking about. <strong>"Have you seen the insanely hot Asian twins who are pretty much never apart from each other? And pretty much rule the roost as far as the school's social ladder goes? Yeah, that's them."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WashAutumstar</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 08:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MvPgviZ.jpg)</div><br>Name: Dodger Kinsly (Dodger - Oliver and Company)<br>Location: Common Room<br>Doing: Talking to Jack<br>Tagging: Open, Jack<br><br>"Fantastic, I love a good party" he grins excitedly, "From the looks of your notes though, it looks like it is going to be quite eventful" Then he paused, trying to think of what sort of costume he would wear, never really been to Halloween party before. <br><br>He shakes his head, deciding he'll worry about that later. Looking back at Jack he replies, "Finding people? I'm great at finding people, not that I know to many around here, but Asian twins should help. Do you have any idea where I should start, also what should I tell them if and when I do find them?"<br><br>Dodger scratches his head thinking to himself <em>This will be perfect, get to walk around, meet some new people, and Jack seems like a decent guy, although a little spacey, but who wouldn't trying to plan a party for an entire school...</em>. Outloud he says "I'm not really doing much right now, mostly trying to work out some song stuff, so you need anything else let me know, I'm down in room 21"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 15:53:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/JessicaSzohrGossipGirl1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sharai Nadeen<br><strong>Time:</strong>Thursday, Sept.11, Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>At the town park/On campus<br><strong>Doing:</strong> Taking pictures<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open,Scott<br><br>Sharai smiled, <strong>"I've been to Cape Town, its...interesting."</strong> Taking her coffee she sipped lightly after blowing on it for a bit. The hot, bitter drink was welcomed. She didn't need sugar. Not when something was meant to wake her up. Though she did like something sweet with her coffee usually. Her dark gaze went to meet his as he asked about where she was from. <br><br><strong>"I was born in Egypt. Faiyum to be exact. My father was, well still is. A well known businessman there. My mother died when I was a child. But its because of her I decided to travel. She took me one day to see the Nile River. We rode down it and I fell in love with the idea of finding where it could take me. </strong> The memory of her mother seemed so far away. As did the one of her father. It'd been a long time since she'd spoken with her father. She loved him, but the falling out they'd had was one she was sure had been the breaking point. <br><br>She smiled none-the-less though up at Scott. <strong>"You can call me Sharai. We're colleagues after all.</strong> Taking another sip she tilted her head. <strong>"So you're going as a lion? This is going to be interesting. Are you a cat person? Or just generally enjoying the idea of showing me up on my costume."</strong> she hadn't told him yet, but hers was going to stay a surprise. It was something she'd worked on since she'd heard about the ball. She was always one for a great party. Like that time in Aruba. The memory brought another smile to her lips.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>28-07-2013, 02:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/Elizabeth-Olsen-2_2123353a_zpsb0570490.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Alice Lutwidge <br><strong>Location:</strong> Doctor Facilier's office <br><strong>Doing:</strong>Checking in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Doctor Facilier<br><br>Alice was a bit nervous in the Dr Facilier's office "I probably erm need to reschedule my next session, just I erm have plans that day. Also the daydreams are getting more erm vivid, it's starting to weird me out a bit. It might just be because I'm away from home or something." She smiled nervously and tried not to look at the various odd items in his room. She hoped she wasn't going to slip back into her dream-world again like last time. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disney U (Dorms/Offices)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>King Serperior</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 21:57:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/f/2010/306/a/e/dr_facilier_by_chibicyndaquil-d321xsj.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>&nbsp; Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; His Office<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Greeting Alice Lutwidge at the door<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open; Alice Lutwidge <br><hr> "I probably erm need to reschedule my next session, just I erm have plans that day. Also the daydreams are getting more erm vivid, it's starting to weird me out a bit. It might just be because I'm away from home or something."&nbsp; Her words came out hesitantly, as usual of people who feared the unknown that was the human mind.&nbsp; Dr. Facilier whipped out a binder with Alice's name on it and opened to another page, "Reschedule, hmm?&nbsp; I think we can arrange that quite easily, perhaps the following day after classes?&nbsp; Or perhaps during the lunch period?"<br><br>After he wrote her response, the Doctor flipped to another page of the binder and began taking notes, "I know that it is not time for your meeting, but I am curious as to these daydreams you're having.&nbsp; Your blood tests and CAT Scans came back negative for anything as did your sleep tests.&nbsp; I have informed your parents of this and they are relieved that nothing serious is wrong, however, they have written their consent to have you continue your meetings with me." He looked up at Alice and continued, "Now, can you describe your daydreams some more?&nbsp; Are you still dreaming of playing cards?&nbsp; Or is it the floating eyes and mouth again?"
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