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[personal profile] bitchprince
Crossbows were still right out for another week or two.

Traps weren't. And swords, despite the obvious lack of use they tended to be in the hunt. Knives, too. Spears were out, which hadn't kept Arthur from ordering Merlin to bring one.

They were going on a hunt, and while circumstances dictated that it would have to be a slow one, it wasn't going to stop Arthur. He needed this one. He needed it rather obviously, and no amount of Merlin's moon-eyed courting would keep it from him.

He snuck through the preserve with stealth and a clarity of mind. He could only hope that Merlin had somehow miraculously found his.

Not likely.

[[ chiefly for the manservant, but open preserve is open ]]
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[personal profile] lovemykilt
There was stuff in Priestly's hair again. Carefully, almost artistically arranged. Judging by the smirk on his face, it's probably safe to say that the stuff in his hair is preemptive. It's just no fun making fun of someone if they do it, themselves. . . .

This only added to the crankiness of the kitchen staff, today. Probably not the best time to order anything complicated.

Today's Specials
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Salt and vinegar potato chips
Make your own sundaes


Luke's was open.
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
So far disaster hadn't struck and it seems that the StuCo wasn't tempting fate with the choice of decor. Good thing. It would suck to have an invasion before everyone got lucky on Valentine's Day.

There was still plenty of food to eat, dances to be had and, hey, it looked like someone spiked the punch.

[You are some damn talky people. This is your mirror post (possibly not your last) for the dance. Wait for the OCD or you'll have me to deal with and I fight dirty up!]

[Quick links: Mingling, Food, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones, Dancing, OOC
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[Wait for the OCD or so help me...I'll hurt you is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]
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[personal profile] withoutverona
At some point after he left the shooting range, Romeo realized he ran a clothing shop and there was a formal dance the next day.

He quickly went into town, arranged the formalwear on the racks so it looked more attractive, and turned the store sign to open. If no one came in, he'd at least get a new tux for himself.

[OOC: Open store.]
[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com
Now that he had found Arthur once more this afternoon, Merlin was going to set about the task of educating the boy about all sorts of things he may need in life.

First on the list... gravity!

Of course, this may call for a more hands on approach, considering the boy involved.

A flick of his wand and they were both suddenly and quite considerably smaller than before. And more rodent like. Really, Merlin rather liked being a squirrel. Lack of actual thumbs or not.

[[Artorius Castus modded with permission, open like a park with squirrels.]]
[identity profile] canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com
Marion hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town today. Then again, Marion wasn't exactly the most social of people these days and wouldn't have known the difference between one crazy person and another.

[I'm totally cheating and making it a mod Tino night]
[personal profile] bitchprince
A careful exploration and retreat brought Arthur to the edges of the forest. Still, the geography made absolutely no sense to him, and he'd yet to encounter anyone who could tell him approximately where he was. Even the architecture made little sense, but it was certainly not the Saxons' kind of trickery. Someone else had abducted him.

Perhaps with time, he'd locate a denizen of this place, and find his way back to his knights.

[[ and it's an open preserve! ]]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"No hats, no classes, no work, no taxes," Dinah sang as she bounced down the block ahead of Merlin and Tony. "Just sushi sushi suuuushi!" She held the door for them. "And possibly caffiene."

[ooc: for a wizardly duet. Not like that.]
[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"Okay, so, a banana split, or a huge brownie explosion, or maybe a sundae with the works?" Dinah asked, pointing at the menu. "Your pick. I'm just getting a small cone." She grinned at Merlin. "So. Did you hear Radio last night?"

[ooc: for the incognito wizard, but open for all your ice cream needs]
[identity profile] dojima-hime.livejournal.com
Dōjima had promised Cal ice cream for his birthday, and she had meant it.

Admittedly, he probably wasn't expecting the store to be filled with balloons, streamers, and people, but Dōjima tended to be a bit of a dork about things like this, especially when it came to her friends.

Besides, he had said it was okay if she brought a small army, so inviting the entire student body was perfectly acceptable, right? Right.


[OOC: Please wait for mini-OCD is up!]
[ETA: Since it's starting to break my browser, have links! Socialize | Ice Cream | The Birthday Boy | Gifts | OOC |]


[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com
"First, coffee is life-giving elixir," Dinah said as they approached JGOB. "Second, is Jeff really a god?"

[for [livejournal.com profile] bigdamndestiny and [livejournal.com profile] wantstodirect, but also open for all your JGOB needs.]
[personal profile] bitchprince
Arthur had made Merlin collect the horses from the stable, and with them, headed back for the strange road that had led them to the island. With any luck, its... magic... would lead them back home.

He did not have as much faith in it as he probably should, and that bothered him greatly. If this was some sorceror's gambit to keep him out of the way while Camelot was attacked, he would not be able to forgive himself.

Perhaps if he had fought Uther harder, if he had refused to go, then this would not have happened.

"Ready, Merlin?"

[[ for [livejournal.com profile] bigdamndestiny, but it's an open causeway, including if you want to run into Arthur afterwards. ]]

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