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Another day, another...well, day. Jon was a bit tired and hungry, but he was leaving that for a tomorrow's problem so he'd be better able to cope on Saturday when the new students arrived.

So now he was trying to distract himself by deciding if the lobby needed a new coat of paint. He'd ordered chips from a place that swore they didn't mind doing business on Fandom, and was currently trying to tell the difference between "baby powder", "ivory", "seashell", and "parchment".

...maybe he'd go with a nice green or something.

[Open post!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

It was coming up on a new term at the school, and there had already been a few new people showing up, so Jon supposed he should make sure that anyone that might need it knew they could have a place to stay.

The ~~NPC~~ gardeners were working outside, but in between ~~bringing them cold drinks~~ supervising that, Jon put up a sign:

Flats for rent, reasonable prices, no prepayment necessary
See Jonathan Sims

Then he set about doing his laundry, making notes of what the vending machines needed, and finding anything else that might need to be done while making himself available.

[Open post!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon had woken up in a blanket...thing...and squirmed out of it, only to have another one appear.

"Oh, honestly?" He sighed and hiked it up enough to move around. It was still rather comically big, but luckily he didn't have class today, at least. He made his tea, he fed Issa, he checked nobody had actually tried to pay for laundry by mistake, he checked the vending machines to see what they needed restocked, he gave the holosuite a very large berth after what the Danger Shop had done yesterday.

So Jon would be out and about if anybody needed the ~~landlord~~ property manager.

[Expecting one, but totally open post!]

stykera

Summer and Stark's plan for today was to have brunch and then head out for some holiday shopping. Fandom being Fandom it seemed best to try and get things done early just in case the island decided to do terrible things to them later in the month.

Little did they know the island might have terrible things planned for today. It was like they were new or something. Dummies.

As they headed down the stairs to the lobby Stark turned to Summer.

"I'm not even sure who I ought to buy presents for. I don't...it's hard to know. You're easy. I know you should have something but I always think you should have something. And then...I don't need anything. Of course. I don't expect anything."

Oh no. He was humming now. He hummed when he was nervous, sometimes, or when he was just trying to keep himself busy.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas" he continued. Oh no. Now he was singing. Why was he singing?

"There is just one thing I need."

What could go wrong here? Surely nothing!

[Open for MHA residents, visitors, or people who might be on the streets of Fandom near MHA/the causeway/somewhere else idk. Feel free to witness Stark being a GIANT DORK and Summer cringing! The ginger is shamelessly modded with permission obvs]

stykera

While it generally happened in a very offscreen sort of capacity laundry was one of those things that was unavoidable at times. This was one of those times. Stark had enough clothes (something that was still occasionally something of a marvel considering his life before this island) but he didn't have an excessive amount and so washing those clothes had to be a regular occurrence.

He was in one of his oldest shirts, fraying at the edges, and a pair of soft pants that had seen better days as he carefully started filling up one of the washing machines. He might need a second one based on how full the basket of clothes he'd brought down here with him, but one thing at a time. And he didn't want to monopolize the machines if anyone else might happen to need them today. The building did have a lot of occupants, after all.

[ooooopen, though obvs Summer's thread is last]

mother_love

It was a decent evening, even if it was a bit on the chilly side of things. Nice enough that it just felt right being outside for a bit, restless night as it was likely going to be.

So Billy was enjoying the cooler night air, the fairly clear sky, and the sound of the waves on the shore in the distance as he sat outside the apartment complex. Beside him was a case of beer and his pack of smokes.

With a somewhat shaky hand, he pulled one out and lit it, taking a slow drag as he tried to calm down. No matter how many times they did this, the initial crash after giving a statement wouldn't likely ever be something he would 'get used to.

With a small silent nod, Billy held out the pack in case Jon wanted one.

(Gentle modding of Jon done with permission)
(Post is open- expecting one but they are outside the complex so anyone is welcome to see Billy and interact)

intheeyeofthebeholding

There were a few new residents, and with a new semester starting you never knew what someone might need, so Jon was taking this opportunity to both check out the building a bit and make himself available to everyone. He'd even brought a few snacks (biscuits and sodas) into the lobby.

And if he had to be going through the lobby a lot, he was going to do his laundry too, why not?

So if anybody had any questions, or needed to ask about renting, there was a ~~landlord~~ building manager right there!

[Open post!]

anomaly_research_nerd

With an apartment finally, Connor had spent the weekend getting the last of his few things moved over from the office. It didn't take long as he had little in the way of furniture to move. But it was good to have space and to finally have a place of his own so to speak.

"Sure is a nice place aint it Rex?" he asked as he finished getting the mattress into the bedroom. "Better than that cramped office. And now I at least don't have to worry about you sneaking off and getting into the butterfly house or something" he said with a laugh as he watched Rex explore the place a bit more.

"Aye, aye. I'll get you space set up soon enough," he said with a laugh as Rex chirped at him from the far side of the room. "It's a process, mate. Gotta respect the process!"

And so Connor spent the next half hour or so putting away the last of his things and making a list of the things he needed to get first to make the place complete. It was then that he turned around and realized Rex wasn't in the room with him any longer.

"Oiy Rexy! Where'd get off to mate?" Connor called out and the deafening silence made his stomach flip slightly.

Looking back towards the front of the flat, Connor realized he hadn't closed the door fully last time he had been in. He stared at the slightly ajar door and then heard an all too familiar chirping sound from out in the hallway. Running to the door he looked out just in time to see Rex scampering off down the hall towards the other flats.

"Rex! Get back here! I told Jon we wouldn't be any trouble, remember!?"

Connor started after the little green dragon and gave a leap to catch him and missed, landing face first on the carpeted hallway as Rex scurried further down the hall. This was not going to be as easy as Connor had hoped!

(Post is open and anyone is free to see Connor or Rex and join in the chase if they want!)

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon was feeling better this week, so he was out checking the building, seeing if anything needed to be done. The sign by his door noted he was available if anybody needed him, and he was keeping an eye (ha) out.

Had the nuts in the vending machine always been that colour?

[Open post!]

hasaknightjob

Steven was a late sleeper when left to his own devices, which meant mornings were left to Marc if he wanted them.

It was Saturday so there wasn't much on the agenda. Marc had set up some shot glasses of rum on their apartment balcony to see if bribing squirrels really was a thing. Next was laundry where it was just as easy to wash both of their clothes at the same time as not.

Unfortunately it wasn't until he had everything in the machine that Marc realized he'd gotten detergent on his t-shirt. Oh well. He stripped it off and tossed it in with everything else.

He could run upstairs to get a replacement but on this island he didn't trust leaving the laundry alone for roving gangs of possums or whatever the hell to make off with it. So instead he took a seat and got out his phone to see what baseball games he could listen to while he waited.

[shameless excuse to use an icon is shameless. But very much open as well.]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon had spent a few hours as a cat today. The bad news was, he'd gone to sleep in a sunbeam and woken up as himself. The good news was, he'd actually gotten some really good sleep in, and the sunbeam had been warm, so he was feeling better than he had at the start of the week, even if he was still hungry.

Now he was feeling a little restless, so he'd put out the MANAGER IS IN sign and was checking the lobby and entrance for any work that might need to be done.

[Open post!]

mother_love

It had been a long restless night for Billy. The nightmares had been particularly bad, though after a few decent nights he should have expected his luck to run out sooner or later. So, Billy had spent the majority of the night at the shop, running through a few of the new beach meditation simulations he had gotten set up. It wasn't a fully restful or pleasant evening but it was better than laying in bed in an empty apartment wrangling nightmares and memories.

But as the sun began to peak over the water, Billy started locking up the shop and made his way back to the apartments. Only, somewhere along the way, something happened. Billy didn't know what it was. Or why it happened. But Billy suddenly felt different, somehow as he found himself standing outside the apartment complex.

Billy wasn't sure where he was. All he knew was he wasn't where he wanted to be. He was cold, it was damp outside, and he wanted to be inside. Thankfully someone had not noticed the front door slightly ajar and he managed to find his way inside, wandering the halls and stairways until making it to the second floor. Though now, he was simply stuck sitting in the hallway. Still not where he wanted to be. This would not do at all.

So, if anyone happened to be passing through the hallway, they would have seen a rather large cat sitting outside flat #3, mewing quite pittfully at a door that just was not opening. How rude!

(expecting one but anyone is free to interact with cat!Billy )

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon was doing his usual rounds today (there was a leaky outside spigot he might want to mention to Dwight, the bricks could use cleaning but probably not until it was warmer) when he got to the fourth floor and...there were stairs.

He hesitated, but he was the textbook definition of curiosity killing the cat (and he had even been brought back a couple times), so after a moment he headed up.

To find there were another three floors of...well, more apartments. They seemed to be the same layout as the other floors, and his key opened them all.

He had no idea what had prompted this. Maybe those strange people had done it with their reality-changing powers? It certainly didn't seem malevolent (unless you were against tall buildings; Jon wasn't exactly a fan, but it still wasn't too tall, really).

Well, they now had more apartments, he supposed.

[Mostly just establishy of the fact we were running out of room and the admins said it was good to add more, but if anybody wants to talk to Jon or boggle at the new places, feel free!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

It was Saturday, and Jon liked to make himself explicitly available to anybody who needed him at least once a week, so his door was propped open and the sign said he was in.

He also needed to do some laundry, because he'd made a brief excursion outside to smoke yesterday and gotten pelted with sticky marshmallows.

Which...he frowned...seemed to be happening again today?

The Eye informed him that something was wrong, but it didn't seem important enough to say more, so Jon would avoid actively Knowing unless that looked to change.

He'd just be checking out the lobby, doing some rounds, and maybe going outside to make sure the marshmallow snow wasn't an issue, if he could find an umbrella.

intheeyeofthebeholding

So, Faye had mentioned the locks weren't the best they could be. And Jon took this weird job that had been dropped in his lap seriously! So the rest of you had Faye's paranoia to thank for the fact that Jon was having all the locks replaced with better ones.

He'd make sure to get everybody their new keys, though, no need to worry. They'd be given to anybody currently in, and put in the mailbox of anybody who was out when they stopped by.

Hopefully you checked your mail.

When not doing that, Jon would be in his apartment if you needed anything.

[Open for all your Jon and/or MHA needs! Feel free to mod any lock weirdness if that's your thing! ETA: Apologies! I didn't realize this might mess with folks. If you prefer not to have your lock changed, just mod that Jon asked via mail or call or whatever and you said no, and your locks will not be changed.]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon had told Irene yesterday that he liked to read or watch nice stories to relax, when he could. It occurred to him that even though they weren't...filling, so to speak, he should probably still make more time for them, especially after what had been a fairly draining day.

So, he would be doing that. But he was also absolutely going to shift the sign outside to let people know he was in if they needed anything, because as much as he barely understood what this job was, he was still going to do his best at it.

Hopefully this time he wouldn't end up tied to another fear entity.

[Open for your Jon or MHA needs!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Goose had gotten the money to replace his apartment's furniture, so Jon had to make sure that got delivered properly, and this weekend was apparently Homecoming, so Jon supposed the place ought to look as good as possible.

And he wasn't above a couple small skeletons in the yard, although he drew the line at any spiders or webs.

The board by his flat announced that he was in if anybody needed him, or they might catch him around the place.

[Open post for your MHA or Jon needs!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

Jon had been in his office at the school the last two days, but nobody had showed up, and he did have another job as well, so today he was in his flat, with the sign on the door reluctantly turned to indicate he was in and available.

He was splitting time between the little balcony off the den and the laundry room, and wondering if whoever actually owned this place would be likely to try violence if he replaced the laundry machines with non-coin-operated ones, because nobody should have to pay to clean their clothes in their own building.

He was either the worst or the best landlord ever; it probably depended on your definition.

[Open post, if you want to catch Jon at home/office or doing laundry!]

intheeyeofthebeholding

After Jon went out and checked around the building for any problems, he made his way to each floor and checked those, too. Even if he didn't own the place, he'd been somehow charged with managing it, and he'd be damned if he let whoever lived here deal with some of the things he'd had to deal with in his past flats.

Once he'd checked everything he could, he headed back down to his own place on the ground floor. He'd found a convenient (if, in his opinion, intrusive) sign for the door, announcing "The manager is IN/OUT", and with a sigh he set it to "IN" and hung it up.

There. He'd done his duty.

[Open if anybody wants to catch Jon on his rounds or come to see him!]

defenderofdesmoines

As of 2:59 AM, most Fandomites were probably fast asleep -- tucked into their cozy beds, dreaming of mountains of ice cream or large women or whatever.

As of 3:00 AM, precisely, that probably changed, as the piercing and unavoidable sound of a fire alarm filled the air.

Wasn't this a fun way to get to know your neighbors, though? Standing around outside in the middle of the night and squinting at each other irritably while a shrieking alarm went off?

Oh well.

[open, no OCD, welcome to your MHA fire drill post!]

stykera

Stark did not, as a general rule, enjoy the cold or the snow. But he couldn't exactly avoid either without moving somewhere with a warmer climate and he had no interest in doing that.

He had put on his ~~ridiculous~~ coat that had luckily not been lost while he was away from Fandom this last time and headed outside in spite of the weather because, well, he wanted to get something to eat. He really should have put on a hat because once he got outside there was a brief dusting of powdered sugar that landed on his head and he found himself forgetting that he disliked the snow and just thinking it was pretty and sparkly and maybe walking off into it was a good idea!

Walking off into the snow was not, of course, a good idea at this time. The candy canes were lurking, and he hadn't noticed them. Even if he had, the complete lack of peripheral vision on his right side presented a problem for him and an opportunity for the candy canes. Naturally, the candy canes took the opportunity and one hooked itself around Stark's leg and yanked. Stark, being completely unprepared for this, yelped and fell backward into the snowdrift. He flailed, sputtered, and eventually got to his feet.

He spun around once, warily eyeing the snow and the hints of red that he know noticed in it, and tried to shake the snow clinging to his coat off as he moved back onto ground that had been shoveled. That seemed safer. And warmer.

Maybe coming outside hadn't been a good idea after all.

[open, of course.]

somethingwithturquoise

Anyone following Summer's Instagram was about to be hit with a whole lot of cuteness, because inspiration had struck and this could not be any more perfect!

She was outside and she'd brought Pancakes with her, and, with a great deal of patience and maybe some bribes with treats, managed to get a ton of shots of what she'd come out here for.

Pictures of Pancakes as she played in and looked adorable covered in the sugar-snow falling from the sky.

Powdered-sugar Pancakes! read the caption with a ton of hearts and heart-eyed emoji, kitten emoji, pancake emoji, and, of course, #JustFandomThings.

Ohmygod, it was so good, she might just puke.

[[ ~so very open~ ]]

crazy-prepared.livejournal.com

Atticus was pretty sure there was a special place in at least two versions of hell for the people who designed hold music. That was the primary conclusion he'd managed to come to while waiting, and waiting, and waiting to speak with the handyman service whose number he had found tacked up at the main lobby desk. The good news was, his air conditioning was the only one that seemed to need fixing, but if he had to wait much longer to speak to anyone, he was going to choose to roast rather than fixing it. People liked a little sweat on guys, right?

[Ah, method RP. Open!]

crazy-prepared.livejournal.com

The holidays were definitely over, so Atticus was working on getting the last of the lights and decorations down from outside the building. For the moment, he was pulling the lights from around the door and the places he could reach easily - and swearing up a blue storm that they weren't wrapping up nicely - and wondering if he needed to get a ladder and risk heights when it was cold and icy. Maybe if he left the higher lights up all year, no one would notice? Considering how Fandom liked its holidays, he wouldn't have been surprised if there was a Christmas day in July, and then he'd be ready.

[Open, especially if anyone needs an apartment!]

throughaphase

It was the first day of summer ~~and we're going to act like the weather cooperated for the duration of this party~~ and with nothing too terrible happening lately- at least in Fandom- so the way Kitty figured, that was enough reason to get together and do something fun.

The pool was clean and ready for people to actually use, there was food and drink set out and upbeat music playing, and hopefully it was late enough in the day that those who had to work or who were daylight challenged weren't going to be put out. And Kitty wouldn't actually kick anyone out if they didn't wear a bathing suit. She just wanted to make sure people made an effort.

They did have to wear clothes, though.

[Because it's been too quiet on the weekends. Open party!]

crazy-prepared.livejournal.com

Atticus was dragging this morning, despite being on his third cup of tea. Still, he'd taken care of all the important pieces of mail that had been waiting for him, and the lobby looked about as tidy as it could. Now, he was killing some time before going for his daily run by scrolling through Petfinder's dog section. The internet could be such a blessing, but also a curse at seeing so many dogs and not being able to take them all in. Maybe someday, when he could settle down, he'd become a crazy dog man.

[Open!]

crazy-prepared.livejournal.com

Everything had started, as everything always started, with a crow showing up at his window.

It wasn't like Atticus didn't know his time in Russia was coming to an end. An hour before the crow showed up, he'd scared off four faeries--well, he'd scared off two faeries after lopping the heads off of the first two to attack him--and that could only mean one thing. He opened the window just long enough to let the crow in and was greeted by the ever pleasant words of the Morrigan, Celtic Chooser of the Slain.

"Aenghus Og knows you're here. You must leave this place at once."

"Are you sure?" Atticus had asked, like he wasn't cleaning blood off of his sword, like the little house he'd been living in wasn't packed up in boxes already. "I was hoping my imminent demise could wait until after the Olympics."

The Morrigan made a noise like she was surprised that Atticus hadn't learned to not be sarcastic to a goddess of war yet. "You must leave this place," she said again. "This time, you will go where I tell you."

For a second, Atticus had genuinely considered protesting, but what good would that have done? The only choice he had anymore was to run. The next few days had been a flurry of finalized packing and plane trips to get to America, of all places. Atticus had been worried that, with all the increased security going on at airports, his brand new forged identification papers would get him into trouble--his old ones were a little too old, he couldn't pretend to be almost 40 anymore and he had a new name to boot--but he didn't have any problems. Then, he came across the causeway and started to get a feel for where the Morrigan had sent him. First of all, he wasn't happy about the island part--how was he supposed to protect himself with only one way out of town? Second, this place felt weird and more unfamiliar than Atticus remembered the general United States being, and the only thing that really made him nervous anymore was the unknown.

He'd managed to find his way to the apartments he was supposedly managing - sure, that wasn't a thing he knew how to do, but this was what he'd been told to do and every once in a long while he was capable of shutting up and listening - and moved his most important things into his new apartment. He still had a few boxes of things to drag over from where he'd had to leave his car, but for now, he was looking over all the paperwork he'd found in the manager's office and wondering if anyone, at any time, had ever kept this place organized. He hadn't had a chance to talk to the gentleman who'd been here yesterday, but he had a pretty good feeling about what, or who, had scared the poor guy off. Maybe he'd figure out what the Morrigan wanted with him here, but it wasn't likely.

[~~Finally omg I know.~~ Open!]

solo_sword

After seeing that they'd gotten hit with a rain of sharks, Jaina had headed up to the roof to check on her StealthX and see if there was any damage. And somehow she'd thought that any sharks that landed would be dead either from impact or the fact that they weren't in water, but no. No, they weren't.

Which was why there was now a very large shark sliced in half by a lightsaber on the roof of the building. In her defense, it had wanted to eat her.

And when Jaina looked over the ledge to see what the scene was down there, she spotted another shark... in the swimming pool. The freshwater, chlorine-filled swimming pool. Okay then.

"See, this is why we need a reliable super," she sighed, and decided ship damage would have to wait till she'd killed another few sharks.

[Can be open!]

ohjellybean.livejournal.com

So this was what it was like to be a landlord. Landlady? Was that sexist? Laurie had no idea, but she'd totally take 'landlady' because she was a lady, thank you. That logic worked well enough for her.

She was perched behind the desk going through old tenant files, mostly out of boredom. She had an updated list of people who lived here now, sure, but it was always interesting to learn about who'd come before. And their weird habits. "What is with all these carpet cleaning invoices? They're so specific."

[open open and ocd freeeeeeee]

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