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Putting up signs about the holiday party would have been easier if Tony hadn't turned into a cat.

Putting up the signs about the holiday party would have been much easier if Thor hadn't also turned into a goat.

Putting up the signs about the holiday party would have been much, much easier if it wasn't also raining marzipan, and yet Steve prevailed!

"Thor, stop eating the marzipan," he scolded, taping a sign to the pole. "Patty, you too."

Both corgi and goat ignored him while the Tony cat sat on his shoulder yowling disapproval about being outside in the weather.

HAVE A COOL YULE
Celebrate the festive season with us!
Stark Tower, Friday, December 13th, after sunset
Food, Drink, ~~festive bonfire atop the building~~ no ~~but it is traditional!~~ Revels
Festive attire encouraged!

This was why you didn't write an invitation with a committee, Steve thought with an internal sigh.

"...Thor, stop eating the invitations."

[OOC: Open post!]

grenadesandohana

Steve was being extremely productive today. He'd taken two showers (thanks for that, weird cooking class involving hunting a scorpion for lunch) and was now hangng up party invitations for next week on easily visible light poles.

Fandom First Responders BBQ and Open House
Chili, Grilled Stuff, Cold Beer*
Shirtless Tug of War Firefighters v Trooper Station
Memorial Day Afternoon (Monday, May 27)
Fandom Firehouse & Then Selkie Lake
Be There and Get a Free Fire Hat!
(or don't and we'll track you down and get you one anyway)

*If applicable. If you can't drink in Dean's class, you can't drink here

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open if you want to chat!]

heroic_jawline

Steve hadn't felt right about stealing anything as a way of fighting back, so he'd spent his time trying to convince the TV people to ask for higher wages and dental benefits. His first sign that something had changed was TV people disappearing, then the smoke coming from the forest, and the coffee shops popping back out of existence.

The cobblestones on the streets and sidewalks returned, and with a final groan, the steps came back around town just as Tino trundled up the street with a Walmart shopping cart and an enormous big screen TV.

Steve gave him a disappointed shake of his head as Tino struggled to get his ill-gotten wares up the stairs, then blinked as he noticed that the Waffle House was still, improbably, jammed into a corner. It wasn't without its damage from reality reasserting itself--the sign now read WAFFLE SQUARF--but it had been a very long week and while Steve was inexplicably craving shawarma, pecan pancakes would do just as well.

He gave the staff a polite smile as he entered and sat down at what he'd noticed last time was the least sticky booth and started scrolling his phone, deleting spam ads with extreme prejudice today.

A story about a group who went into breakfast places like this and tipped $100 from each diner caught his eye. He'd do the same thing for however many people joined him: he could more than afford to, and it was probably just good sense to keep the Waffle House people appeased, right?

[OOC: Tino modded with permission, post-burninating party up for Raiden-mun who has been felled by a headache! Waffle House will disappear at midnight tonight, only to reappear post-BDEs and whenever your character is either roaringly drunk or stupidly hungover. Spirit Halloween will relocate to the burned-out hulk of Walmart tomorrow and disappear--along with said hulk-- on Tuesday!]

sith_happened

Anakin wasn't ashamed to be using a little bit of Force mind control to send the roving packs of drones on their way, especially since they were blocking the way to coffee. He sat down at a table with his fuss-free black coffee and a small box of Timbits (after checking to be sure there weren't any bits of someone named Tim in it. It might look like a generic chain restaurant, but Anakin had been on the island too long not to ask) and answered his comm as it rang.

"Luke!" he said, smiling. "You're coming this weekend? Things are a little...odd...this week."

After a brief explanation, he listened to his son's response.

"No, I don't think Rory made this happen," he said with a frown. "Other people like coffee too. Maybe one of them found a genie or a monkey's paw or a crossroad or a magical catalogue."

Luke said something else.

"Yeah, we're still trying to figure out the catalyst," Anakin admitted. "Bring your lightsaber just in case."

[OOC: Open! Now I want Timbits.]

mylandmyrules

Nell had not slept well last night for some reason and had found it hard to stay settled today. So after spending the morning cleaning everything to within an inch of its life she'd decided to go out and wander a bit. Normally she'd just go sit in the woods, but everything was still rather wet to do that comfortably. Instead she wandered about, poking into the few shops that were open and eventually making her way to a bench in the park where she could look at the water and read her book. At least unless the rain started up again and she had to make a run for it.

It was still better than sitting home alone brooding over nothing. And being outside in nature always made things better.

[Open and very willing to be distracted.]

stykera

Stark had not been eating nearly enough food this week. After last night and this morning with Margo Stark was in dire need of something substantial to eat before he collapsed.

So after he'd gone home and showered and changed (into his leather pants because that just seemed necessary at least once this week) Stark headed back out of his apartment and into town for lunch.

He wasn't sure where to go. Pizza seemed like a good choice, particularly if Raiden were there. Maybe tacos? Chinese? Thai? He was just hungry. He wasn't feeling very picky.

[open, please feel free to check out the alien in leather pants or help him get fed or whatever strikes your fancy]

hasaknightjob

Steven and Llewellyn were men on a mission. Specifically a mission involving putting up fliers all around town. Specifically fliers which read: ( Party invite! )

If one came away from reading said fliers with the impression that a much beleaguered print shop clerk had given up and simply typed in everything Steven said as he said it... well there was good reason for that.

[open for anybody who might want to say hello to the boys as they go about their work]

throughaphase

Lexi had insisted on her costume, but she'd really wanted it, and so Kitty let her, and she matched for trick or treating. They were walking around town and seeing who was giving out candy, with Lexi carrying an Amazon box in lieu of a pumpkin or bag.

Kitty was kind of hoping that the rain of candy and carrying a box that would get progressively heavier woukd mean they could call it an early night, but that kid was determined.

[Open if you want to trick or treat with them, or if you want to have your apartment/business door knocked on! Some SP as work is insane with costumes today.]

hasaknightjob

What possessions they'd brought over from London had gotten there that morning. True to his word, Steven made Marc do all the lifting. ("You remember we share a body, right? If I get a back ache you're getting a back ache?" Well you'd better lift with our knees then, hadn't you?) That was fine. Marc's revenge was that Steven could do the unpacking. It was mostly his stuff anyway. Advantage of living out of a suitcase, Steven.

Right now Steven was taking a nap, though, so Marc had control. Which was weird. Steven trusting him with the body like that. It hadn't been that long ago when Steven refused to sleep to avoid the risk Marc would take over. But nope. This time he'd been, you know, nice about it. Confident. Like he had no concerns at all about what Marc might do when he wasn't watching.

Marc had no idea what to do with that, so he decided to go for a walk. May as well get the layout of their new home. He took a left out from their apartment building and followed the road around the town. It wasn't bad. Quiet.

Or it was until Marc saw Konshu standing between the trees at some kind of wooded area.

Great. Might as well get this over with.

( A Moon Knight and his Egyptian God )

With that over, Marc walked back to the street and continued his path around town. He was watching things more carefully now, buildings and people both.

(OOC: Open for anybody who might want to bump into him. As a reminder, if spotting the moment behind the cut tag it just looked like Marc was talking to himself.)

Current Mood: annoyed

grenadesandohana

Did you know that there was a Rickshaw Depot? Because there was now. ~~Maybe it was near the train tracks...~~ And Steve McGarrett, Sentinel, was sneaking up on it AND the people? Woodchucks? Lemurs? Hijacking them, just like Jake told him.

His face was painted with camouflage, his gun was ready, his abs were oiled for...reasons. Very Legitimate Reasons. Probably something about Sentinels.

"Freeze! Fandom PD!" he yelled.

As usual, that never worked. The evil-doers scattered. Something exploded.

This was gonna be so good.

[OOC: Open!]

begmetwice

The last time Irene had thrown a party (which was well on its way to being a decade ago, even including the time weirdness factor), it had been an elegant, dress-coded, printed-invitations sort of affair.

But when in Fandom, do as the Fandomites do. Hence, Irene was now tacking up flyers throughout town. Classy, elegantly be-fonted, laser-printed flyers on stupidly expensive paper, sure, but still. Means to an end.

Valentine's Open House
Friday, February 11th at Dite's Decadent Delights

Join us for an evening of cocktails, door prizes, and sparkling conversation with suggestive undertones.

We respectfully request that all attendees are 18 or older.

Any questions should be directed to Irene Adler. No RSVP necessary.

[totally open if you want to catch her, with the caveat that it's one of my slow, slow days availability-wise! the party on Friday will be open to all adults on the island!]

throughaphase

Kitty had thought that this would be over at midnight last night. You know, like last year. Instead she was going to be going trick-or-treating as an adorable blue monster.

Lexi was a dinosaur fairy, which was a dinosaur with wings on her back and a little tiara, and for her first proper time trick or treating she'd have a little adorable space alien friend along.

So as far as Lexi was concerned, this was the best.

[For dads and Grogus, but if you want to run into them or say they knocked on your door, feel free to ping in!]

heroic_jawline

Steve loved his early morning runs when he was back in Fandom: all of the stairs were great for his quads and the Navy SEAL he passed multiple times on his circuit was always really irritated in a very satisfying way. He began his final lap, glancing around for the new people he'd glimpsed on his run in the last few weeks.

[OOC: Since we have a bunch of handwavy morning joggers, figured this was a good way to get them to interact. Open!]

grenadesandohana

Steve was rapidly discovering that he'd relied extensively on Danny to do the detecting part of police work and he was...not immediately amazing at it without him.

Steve hated not being immediately excellent at anything.

He was out on his morning run, trying to remember which buildings were missing as he jogged along and wondering how the holes that were big enough to swallow the entire bowling alley were just...nowhere to be seen.

In his head he could hear Danny ranting about the island and its ridiculousness, which would have been more amusing if the island hadn't taken Danny.

[OOC: Open!]

firstofitskind

Monday had been filled with that nagging sense of dread, and then yesterday everything had gone to hell in a handbasket. In Liam’s experience, sudden drastic changes to island geography were almost never good news (that one time with the anthropomorphic animals being the exception). So he’d spent most of last night- and this morning- patrolling the island, looking for something to stab or shoot at or whatever.

Unfortunately for Liam, he didn’t think to look down, and so missed the hands reaching out from the bushes lining the street. Unfortunate because the hands didn’t miss, grabbing at his ankles and pulling him closer until there were hands everywhere, holding him down-

He twisted in their grasp, struggling for a few moments before he finally managed to wrench himself free, scrabbling backwards across the pavement until he was a safe enough distance from the goddamn grabby hands.

Don’t mind Liam, he was just going to sit-sprawl here for a moment and try to catch his breath for a moment, okay?

[ooc: so very open!]

grenadesandohana

A low-down, no good raccoon had stolen the medals and rank and trident right off of Steve's jacket at the ball last night, which was completely unacceptable.

It didn't explain why Steve was still in said white dress uniform, nor why it was still completely stain-free despite a long night exploring tunnels for clues with Danny and his horse-who-could-turn-into-a-seahorse-but-that's-classified, Hoo-ah. Hoo-ah couldn't talk, but his face was very expressive and had been an amazing asset in shaking down the raccoons for information.

And that explained--well, sort of--why Steve and Danny were chasing a raccoon through the streets of Fandom. Again.

heroic_jawline

Under the beautiful blue-gray sky illuminated with a gorgeous double rainbow, the denizens of Fandom--human, animal, and prefer-not-to-disclose--gathered on the beach and prepared to take their joyful, colorful, definitely unorganized parade through the streets of the island.

Tiny--glad in a pair of rainbow booty shorts, and only a pair of booty shorts--led the procession, with Leroy the squirrel not far behind staggering under the weight of his "LOVE IS LOVE" sign.

Come on down, everyone! Get some beads! Get a hug! Get some of...whatever it is the NPC workers of 'Dite's are tossing!

Happy Pride, Fandom!

texted3times

Eric (and Tiny. Mostly Tiny) were putting signs up all over town to announce a holiday party for the adults tomorrow:

DECEMBER MEANS GETTING DRUNK AND CALLING IT FESTIVE SOOOOO....

Holiday-of-your-choice Party at Devil's Nest
Tomorrow Night
Free Drinks*
Free Food*
Festive Attire NOT REQUIRED!*
SMALL ANNOYING HIGH SCHOOLERS ARE NOT GETTING SERVED ALCOHOL*

*many exceptions apply. If you order something especially stupid, we'll charge double.
*this is actually true.
*unless it's a really inappropriate Christmas sweater.
*there are no exceptions to this.

[OOC: Come chat at Eric if you'd like!]

uncertain_dume

Kanan had a lightsaber in one hand and a blaster in the other.

Kanan could be back in the Ghost, enjoying a shielded ship with power and heating and hot caf. But no, he was out here, wearing the heaviest coat he had and a smile on his face as he carved through snowmen, using this as his training exercise for the day.

They were attacking the island, he felt very few compunctions about cutting them down with superheated plasma in the name of training, no. A slash of his lightsaber here, a few headshots from his blaster as another contingent of snowmen rounded the corner... reducing these things to slush was actually somewhat cathartic. So, no, Kanan wasn't in the warehouse today. But that didn't mean he wasn't getting his lightsaber work in. Not at all.

And today he'd even left the dog on the ship. Sorry, buddy.

[OOC: Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

There wasn't really a reason to go to work. Anyone who was going out in this much snow to get weapons was probably already someone who had weapons. But Sabine was bored and didn't want to just hang out, so she figured she could at least try to get some more stuff for the dorms.

This was fun. This was a decision she was definitely glad she made. She didn't regret this at allllll.

[Open!]

reicicled

Technically speaking, it was now spring. Which should mean that the weather would be getting warmer, flowers would be starting to poke up through the grass, all of that...

Only, well. Winter in Fandom and Fandom-adjacent areas had been kind of "meh" up until the last few weeks or so, and now that he'd finally worked up a few decent storms on the mainland, the Lion of Winter wasn't quite ready to let Fandom go just about yet.

So the denizens of Fandom would be waking up Friday morning to find their island buried in a thick, fluffy blanket of snow.

Hopefully you've got some corn for popping, because it sure doesn't show any signs of stopping.

[ooc: AND THUS BEGINNETH THE WEEK OF "HAHA NO SPRING FOR YOU JUST YET". Power's still on... FOR NOW.]

misshapen_spark

"Fireball special, incoming!" The cheery voice was probably at odds to the music of bullet casings hitting the pavement, as Yang incinerated another slug using her shotgun gauntlets. "Aw yeah, that makes fifty-seven. Who's up next, ugly little dudes?"

Her gauntlets rotated and reloaded, and Yang spun about, looking for her next target. It wasn't punching Grimm, but it was the closest she'd gotten since getting here, and it was good target practice. "Batter up!"

Yeah, she'd be at this for awhile.

[OOC: Open!]

sharp_man

Hannibal had finally given in to the low-tech and tacky way Fandom had of advertising its events, and had made posters. They were tasteful and to the point. And dusted with glitter that had flaked off Jono's Pride posters, but he couldn't really help that; the stuff got everywhere. (He and Beethoven were both a bit annoyed at the stuff in their hair.)

Now he was putting them up around town. They read:

Independence Day party
The Park
Tuesday, 2pm to after dark
Food and Fireworks
(everyone invited)

[OOC: Open, if anyone wants to say hi as he's putting these up! Party will indeed be posted Tuesday.]

endsthegame

The mist rolled out in the early hours of the morning. It was thick and nearly impenetrable, obscuring the ability to see clearly for more than a few feet ahead. It slunk through the streets, covered the dorm lawn, and snuck into the preserve.

It was the preserve that saw the first casualty. A poor Alot of Grass reached up and touched a glowing clover that hung before it in the darkness. It went still. And then it went still, as it was swallowed whole into the gaping maw of--

"RIBBIT."

"Ribbit. Ribbit."

"Ribbit."

The angler frogs flooded onto the island... not so quietly.

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit!"

[[ and the island will be under attack by angler frogs until sundown. good luck. ]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica knew that 'parents' came for more than just the students, but with her world still gone, she wasn't really expecting any visitors. No, he plan for today was to get in her morning workout, eventually make her way down to the field day, mostly to reassure any parents who heard that the local law enforcement were 'troopers' that everything was okay, and take it easy the rest of the weekend. For now, it was the workout, so she was doing her laps across Fandom's rooftops.

If you had given her a thousand guesses, she never would have guessed what exactly was about to derail those plans.

[OOC: For one in particular, but open for anyone else on the rooftops!]

faithseesred

Faith had her mail route today, and today she was taking her first shot at using the rooftops to do it. She figured the trick was to take the day's supply of mail in small chunks, so she set out for the day with her mail bag only about a quarter full. She'd come back for the rest later, but she didn't want to be too weighed down when she started her run.

Then she strapped her bag to her back and set off on her route, hurtling from rooftop to rooftop and grinning to herself when her runner vision helped her pinpoint a ladder or a handy bit of scaffolding she could use to make her journey quicker.

Before long, the extra weight on her back stopped bothering her at all, and she barely remembered she was carrying it until she reached someplace where she had to stop and get down to street level to make a delivery.

The business owners for whom she'd drop off deliveries today would find Faith considerably more upbeat and winded than she had been the past two Wednesdays. She was happy about that.

[[open!]]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was getting a regular workout in, jumping around on the buildings in town late in the day. But as the sun went down, something started to change. She lost a couple inches of height. Her medium-length reddish hair got longer and browner. And the black costume with red jacket was replaced by a darker red with a big white spider emblem on it.

She reached the edge of a rooftop by the time the change was finished and just peered out at the town in front of her. "Huh. This... is not where I expected to be." At least this seemed like the kind of place SHIELD wouldn't be looking for someone.

[OOC: Open, if anyone's on the rooftops. And yes, Jessica bumped down like five years total to be pre-Fandom Jess. She's barely an adult to begin with.]

endsthegame

Eternal night - silence, quiet - had its upsides. It gave one time to reflect, to consider one's life, one's options, and eternity in general.

Well, the island had considered. And it had reflected that it was, in fact, tired of silence.

And so on Monday afternoon, as the last student pottered back to the dorms with their things, it vanished in a flash. It reappeared in a beautiful lagoon, connected by causeway to a field of springy grass. The trees sang their hellos as it did, and many bouncy, furry balls conglomerated near the edge of the lagoon to ogle the new stone... something... in their midst.

Ah. Much better.

so_hawkward

Even though it was abundantly clear in a very short period of time that Concordia was not a good neighborly fit for the island, it wasn't until Friday came around that the island jumped again, crashing down in the ocean off the coast of a large forest.

Everything in Eternia looked peaceful and quaint to start. Maybe this would be a quieter, more friendly destination than the last week? At least there were no immediate signs of Australians.

endsthegame

Another Friday, another jump. The Ewoks had been throwing spears up at the island over the past day or so, and it was getting completely sick of the violent woodland creatures aesthetic. Poof, it went, vanishing into the ether with ethereal dignity, as if it had been carried off gently on the wings of innumerable angelic birds, and--

THUNK.

The island crashed down right off the main boulevard of a large junkyard city. It let out a metallic groan as it settled in place, uncomfortable as it tried to attach itself to the metal railings.

"Aw, what's that? It's obscuring the view!" yelled a passer-by with an eyepatch and a robot leg.

"What view?" snapped his companion, a charming lady with purple hair and approximately a hundred guns on her person.

"Oh, right."

... Welcome to Concordia (YouTube link), on the moon of Elpis. It's, uh. A place. Definitely a place.

[[ ~~wait for~~ ocd up! ]]

soniaroadsqueen

Ringo kept considering getting across the causeway to try a ride through the forest. AirTrek wasn't really designed for dirt and leaves and stuff, but the density of trees might make it possible. That was in the back of her head, slowly mulling over the possibility, as she slowly worked her way around town.

She put those thoughts on hold as she finally arrived in the little plaza that had been her ultimate destination.

It wasn't a part of town she spent a lot of time in, as a big open space wasn't really her speed. Sure, you could do some pretty impressive stuff with unobstructed space, but Ringo's style involved a lot more playing around obstructions. That was where the fun was!

But there were some things that big open spaces were good for, like practicing the basics. So Ringo was working through skid-stops, hopping up and down from a couple of benches, and spinning to ride backwards. And it turned out that the basics were still really fun. So while it wasn't hard, Ringo was still grinning hugely as she leisurely worked her way around the area.

momslilassassin

Fandom decided that after a week around Mobius it needed to be someplace a little less robotic and little more green. Calm. Quiet.

Very, very, very far off of the beaten path.

Maybe with dancing teddy bears?

Friday morning the island blinked out of existence over Mobius and found itself circling a small forest moon in the Outer Rim of a galaxy far, far away.

If you listened carefully, you could even hear the sound of joyful music being played by the local inhabitants.

Yub yub, Fandom. Welcome to Endor.

endsthegame

The island had seen the cycle of universe's end six times now. It was starting to get a little unnerved by the process. It needed something... nicer. Sweeter. Less likely to give anyone alcohol poisoning.

So it was that, on Friday morning and without fanfare - its thunder stolen by the impressive explosions outside the Restaurant's dome - the island simply blinked away. It reappeared with equal lack of fuss, hovering in the sky above a large planet, part-green, part-grey. It stayed there for a few moments, before drifting neatly downwards, nestling itself neatly in a small lake in the middle of an enormous forest.

It seemed unaware of the large conglomeration of nervous, bipedal forest creatures that assembled underneath its shadow before it settled-- creatures who were now eyeing the island with confusion from across the lake.

Welcome to Mobius, Fandom. Don't upset the locals.

[[ ~~wait for minor~~ ocd up! ]]

endsthegame

By Thursday night, the island had had enough. Not only was Nos Astra incredibly noisy and busy, but several asari had stopped by the causeway to inquire after the price of the island - which didn't spell anything good. So come early Friday morning, the causeway pulled away from Matriarch Towers. The island hummed for a moment in its bubble, deliberating...

... and picked something a little quieter.

There was a noise.

There was a flash.

And then there was a loud clang, as the island appeared in the middle of space, floating not far from the fragmented remains of a dead planet. The clang, mind you, was not the same as the noise or the flash. The clang was wholly its own animal, a creature wrought of iron and steel and poorly-maintained asphalt, clamping down on the wildly uninteresting site of a parking lot.

The clang lingered.

As did the causeway. And, for that matter, the parking lot.

Stretched out on the other side of the causeway was a magnificent starfish of a building, spiral arms leading towards an enormous golden dome in the center. It was probably noisier there, but for the moment, the island - and its bubble - were content.

[[ ocd up! open! ]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The lights were still out throughout town, but many of the businesses were open and ready for you to show off your most adorable/scariest/most half-assed costumes and get free things!

Students, townies and alumni are all welcome to participate.

throughaphase

Last week Kitty had decided they needed a party since there were new teachers in town anyway, and then after trying to figure out a theme or whatever, she remembered Cinco de Mayo happened to be the same day as her shift this week. Margaritas, nachos, low in cultural appropriation.

So, she was spending her afternoon putting up posters advertising this. This would probably be easier with Evites, really.

[I'm totally too lazy to make a poster, but Caritas party Tuesday! Open if you want to catch Kitty.]

teashopconman.livejournal.com

With the new students on the island, Hatter figured this upcoming weekend would be free of many previous engagements and a good enough time to throw a little get together, a little soiree, a little party, a little kegger. One of those. After all, he had that great big wine cellar and a restaurant full of food to share. Why he wanted to share, he didn't know. Maybe it was some of Alice's goodness rubbing off on him a little late.

So, he went out and stuck up a few fliers around town to herald his kindness and charity.

WINE TASTING PARTY!!
THIS SATURDAY, AUGUST 30!
CAFE FINA, AFTER HOURS!!

Food, wine, tea, and other assorted drinks will be provided! Those who have bedtimes will be gently turned away. Those who need to loosen up will be welcomed with open arms!

If he had specific people in mind with his so called rules, he'd never tell. But, he was pleased with the fliers and pleased with having something to look forward to come the weekend as well.

[Open if you want to catch Hatter while he's hanging fliers! Post for the party will go up early Saturday for maximum SP!]

Current Mood: productive

flickofthewrist

Flick was still avoiding the gun vending machines for the time being but the money boxes? Yeah, he was actively looking for those. When he realized that there were more than just a handful popping up, he couldn't even stop himself. It was easy money and he'd have been stupid to not take the golden opportunity.

Walking around town and looking for boxes of money even distracted him from that weird radio broadcast this morning. He still thought Handsome Jack had to be compensating for something since he'd put a freaking adjective in his name but Flick knew he had no room to talk. He'd named himself Flick, after all. But that was loads better than Handsome Flick or something even dumber.

With his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, Flick ambled down the streets casually. The boxes seemed to both appear in plain sight and hidden in not too hard to reach places. He swiped one that was half hidden by a random potted plant and opened it up. Ten bucks. Not too shabby.

Flick pocketed the money and moved on to find more.

[Open place in town, open post. Hey, someone had to go on a money hunt. Feel free to join.]

Current Mood: productive

gdiumbrella.livejournal.com

Despite all the quiet Alice had been thoroughly enjoying (save the times when the residents of the island decided to lose their minds spectacularly, or something invaded them), Alice had no intention to fall into laziness and risk losing her well too honed survival skills. And what was the first thing you had to be proficient when it came to survival?

Running.

So there she was, rain or snow or post-election thrills (not hers, at least), sprinting around the island. She wasn't sure of how much she would run, but a couple of runs around the island's perimeter sounded like a good start. Because normal people ran that much, yes. A good run, a good shower, and maybe she should take a crossbow and shoot some arrows later that day. It was, as far as Alice could say, a pretty perfect day.

[[ ooc: Establishy in the sense that she's going to do just as she has planned, but open to interactions if anyone felt like running around or something. ]]

pursuedthestars

There weren't any fires to fight and that left Jim bored. He was a glutton for a danger so when things weren't dangerous, when he wasn't heading into the gaping maw of a fire, his mind started working in overdrive.

And that....that only meant bad things. He started thinking about the past, about the broken family and the ravaged town he'd left behind. About how he'd failed as a police officer and had to settle for something that he didn't want. About how the bodies that burned behind his closed eyes every time he went to sleep.

It was all too much. He'd come to this place to escape that past, to start anew. He'd taken on a new name, stolen someone else's identity just to forge ahead and to try and put everything else behind him. No one knew him here. No one knew of his criminal dealings and his felonious past.

Here, he was just a shirtless fireman, washing the trucks and waiting for that bell to ring. Here, he was just someone that no one would notice unless they liked the shirtless type with hard, taut muscles and chiseled faces.

Here, he was someone better.

[Every soap opera town needs a good fireman who is rarely seen doing ANYTHING but looking pretty. Open, of course.]

Current Mood: working

walkswithcoyote

A young Native American woman walked out of the preserve and paused to lift her face to the sun in respect. You could tell she was Native American because of her long black hair and the feather she had woven into it and the silver feather earrings and the blue turquoise necklace she was wearing. (Hey, networks had to be clear about these things, especially when you were adding a role solely to add ethnic diversity after getting crap about it from the higher ups.)

She looked wise for her years and somewhat mystical (because, see, Native American) and while they weren't entirely sure how her storyline would go yet (because, you know, last minute addition to help raise the ratings), there would certainly be lots of introductory establishy shots of her communing with nature as she made her way into the town. And thus, plenty of opportunity for people to interact with her.

nookiepowered

In a Fandom that should never have happened, a wand snapped in half, this time for the last time, and moments later, an hourglass cracked apart, sand spattering to the floor.

Time, already twisted back on itself like a watch wound too tight, snapped free. Unspooled across Fandom and the universes that touched on it, re-creating the lives that Umbridge had undone -- all but her own. That ending, she'd earned, and Time left her where she was, dead on the floor of an office that no longer existed, just like her.

Fandom, though? Fandom was back, and those who'd lost their lives under her rule were back too, waking wherever they'd been in our world when she'd made her escape from Special Collections last Sunday.

Those who lived long enough to see her defeated would find themselves standing exactly where they were a moment ago, the memories still fresh in their minds, but in a world devoid of Dolores Umbridge -- and refreshingly low on pink.

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[OOC: For all your wakeywakey fun-times or horrible embarrassment, as you like - feel free to react here or link it up from wherever you'd like to set it. Any reactions should be with or in your characters' regular journals, though, since we're back in the main timeline!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Posters went up all over town, letting all and sundry know about the best damn shindig happening this weekend. Possibly the only one, but that wasn't the point. The point was free food.

It was important.

( Look at that sassy poster! )

Text: Like Weiner?
Get us Drunk!

The grownups of 29 Chimera Court are throwing a party this weekend,
And you're invited! You bring the drinks, we'll provide the food!

Adults Only
Sunday Afternoon, May 27

If you can't spend the long weekend in style, you might as well spend it with cheap beer in your hand, surrounded by idiots.

[[Establishy! Poster made by the fabulous

advanceapology]]

fh-creepies.livejournal.com

High atop Selkie Peak where the sea wind usually whistled, there was silence and stillness for a moment, as a dark cloud gathered, blown in from... who knows where. Hell? San Francisco? The Portalocity office in Moscow?

The world might never know, nor did it matter. The only thing that mattered was the breaking of the silence as two thousand and twelve* cloven hooves thundered down the cliffs toward the inhabited parts of Fandom.

They were gray and white and horny. (Not dirty.) (Well, they were dirty, too, but regular dirty, not dirty dirty.) They were damp, they were hairy, they smelled like rotten fish and brimstone, and they were hungry.

Mostly for wires, but they'd happily settle for your homework or your brand new iPhone in a pinch.

They were baaaa-aaaaaaaad news, is what they were.

*Honest to Jeff. Multiply 503 by four, and...
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[OOC: This was up at midnight. RLY. And if you'd like an NPC goat, this is where you can ping in with your location and your request!]

alreadyisbeyond.livejournal.com

Just because Terry had been warned about some things in Fandom didn't mean he'd been warned about everything. Like, for example, turning into a pony that looked like the Batsuit. He even had his logo on his side. It was annoying at best. Secret identity-spoiling at worst, although the fact that Batman had yet to make an appearance in Fandom would help keep that down.

On the other hand, flying via the power of pegasus wings was actually a lot of fun. And he was a pony. It's not like anyone would recognize him as Terry, even if they had any idea who he even was.

"I can't believe the old Batman would have ever done this," the current Batman said to himself as he landed on a rooftop. But hey, training was training. Maybe he'd need to know his top speed scampering across rooftops and through the sky while being a pony.

And maybe he'd have some fun doing it. And maybe you couldn't stop him.

[OOC: Open like the skies above us. And yes, he's identifying himself as Batman in this post. Weirdest secret identity defense ever.

ETA: Apologies to people in this post. Apparently I'm sick and asleep today. Bah.]

throughaphase

Kitty had finally gotten around to making the posters for next week's paintball game, and she made a mental note to make sure Topher was working on getting the supplies. Really, when you strived to have a conversation with as few words as possible, there were some details that got left out.

So while other people might be spending their Saturdays at parties or bars or doing fun things, Kitty was tacking posters up around town. Her life was thrilling.

( cut for image! )

[Under the cut:
PAINTBALL!
Saturday, April 21
Meet at Caritas at sundown
Wear old clothes. Trust us.

Open if you want to catch Kitty anywhere.]

fh-creepies.livejournal.com

In the woods on an island floating in the bay,
There's a house where no one lives
'Cause there's a squid in the water that would suck you down if you even thought of trying.
But at night when the house is dark
And there's no one there, there's a noise upstairs.
At the top of the stairs there's a door and the sound of someone crying...

And though no one sees it, something's moving just inside the door;
As a baby island tries to play, but it's just a little....warped.

So there's a creepy doll!
It's tumbling down the stairs.
It's got a squeaky voice
That cries out, "MA-ma!"
And there's another one,
She's holding out her arms
'Cause she just wants a hug...
And maybe....your soul.

No one screams 'cause there's no one there
Just another doll with a smashed-in face,
And a centipede crawls out the door, no wait, that's a ten-legged baby.
There's a clown with a crooked smile
And a patchwork girl with a torn-out eye
And a toddler without a head and a blank-faced black-haired lady.

They make their way through the spruce and pine to the wet and rocky beach,
Where the moonlight shines on their tangled hair and their tiny porcelain teeth...

And there's a creepy doll!
It's diving off the shore!
It's got a squeaky voice
That gurgles, "MA-ma!"
And there's another one,
She's floating upside down
With seaweed on her face
Don't breathe, can't drown....

And while all Fandom sleeps, the dolls are swimming through the night
Except the ones that levitate (holy crap, that's just not right)
The dolls are in the water and the dolls are in the air,
The dolls are on the causeway squeezing bracken from their hair and they are giggling...

Now they creep through the silent town
As the teal deer flee and the gremlins frown
At the doll with the bloody mouth and the fangs that could make them jealous.
Toward the school where the children nap
Crawls a baby girl with a moldy hat,
And a poppet so full of pins it's clear someone was...overzealous.

The white-haired brides glide slowly down the narrow twisty lanes,
And a dead-eyed schoolboy peers inside to see if Luke's sells brains...

Here come the creepy dolls!
They want to play with you!
They're really not so bad
Unless they're hungry.
And sure, some carry knives,
But others mean no harm.
It's really not their fault
That they're so freaky...

Here come the creepy dolls,
Who might just dance with you
Or they might only move
When you're not watching.
Here come the creepy dolls
Who want your blood or love --
Guess you'll find out which one
When they follow you hooome...
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[With apologies to The Man. Establishy, but totally open for Bad Feelings About This if anyone cares to have them.]

Current Mood: askeert
Current Music: Jonathan Coulton: Creepy Doll

thatsamilkshake

Yes, Francine Peters stole a golf cart.

Yes, even though there was nobody left in J,GoB, she felt guilty about it.

Yes, she was Francine Peters and thus was fully under the impression that Professor Skywalker would probably send her to jail for it eventually, but there was a war on and THE PEOPLE NEEDED CHOCOLATE.

Which is why there was a golf cart full of chocolate-frosted chocolate chocolate fudge double chunk ripple chocolate cupcakes, doughnuts and yes, people with long memories for stupidity, brownies (sans oregano), located at the corner of Mallard and Chimera, for any of Fandom's brave fighters who need more artillery. Or had the munchies.

Yes, Natalie, there was definitely also coffee.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Bruce needed to spend some time somewhere that wasn't the cave or class and so he decided to get back to his old running schedule, but with a twist. Running on the ground wasn't good enough. It didn't feature enough hurdling of alleys. Which was just a complicated way of saying that he was running around on rooftops and using his grapple to clear longer distances. It was something he hadn't practiced too much, especially in a low-roof environment like Fandom, but it might come in handy in the next several days.

The best part about this kind of exercise was that it required great focus on Bruce's part, or else he might shatter bones and get stuck in the clinic. Clearly, that was to be avoided. And that meant not dwelling on what was happening or what it meant for his Gotham. For his family. If he had someone to punch, it would be even better.

[OOC: Open if you happen to be at roof height in town. Bruce will not necessarily start punching, though. Not unless you deserve it. Or challenge him.]

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

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