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Stark had been walking past JGoB, unaware of the paint-based warfare that had commenced at the school, when one of the employees had run outside, grabbed him and pulled him inside the bakery.

“Let go let go let go,” Stark protested. “Why?”

“Paintball.”

“Paintball?”

“Didn’t want you to get shot, dude! We like you.” A baker, apron and rather large paintball gun streaked with flour, nodded her assent from behind the counter.

“Paintball,” Stark repeated. “Okay. Fine. Why? How?”

“Because it’s paintball. I dunno. For fun?”

“Fun.”

“Yeah, it’s a game, man. You just...try and get paint on everyone who isn’t you. Try not to get hit yourself. Here, we got you a gun.”

“Thank you,” Stark said, considering the paintball gun for a long moment. “We should set up a barricade. Or...maybe something else. There’s enough ammunition?” He hadn’t shot anything in a very long time. But a game sounded amusing at least. And this was a defensible position with only the one accessible entrance.

“Plenty of paint! Yours is blue.”

A short while later the bakery was well-defended. It was also somewhat booby trapped. Where the buckets and extra paint and other supplies had come from was something of a mystery. Stark had run out and come back with less ammo but more of everything else. “I’m resourceful,” was all he had said when asked about the supply run, waving a hand dismissively.

There was a sign hung outside on the door proclaiming the bakery to be “PEACEFUL NEUTRAL TERRITORY (violations will not be tolerated) WE HAVE SNACKS AND ICE PACKS AND WIPES FOR CLEANING OFF PAINT.” There was a weapons check and everything. Of course, you had to get inside for that to apply.

Stark was prepared to offer assistance or shoot you. Was the sign a trap? Probably not. But he wasn’t going to tolerate aggression towards the staff here, even in a game, especially since they’d made a point to arm and warn him.

[Open! The alien is in and will absolutely make sure you get painted if you violate the safety of this zone. Picture some elaborate Rube Goldberg-esque paint traps, then make them just a little more confusing. Also I made this icon just for this as soon as I heard it was a possibility. I’m headed to work (ew save me) so I’ll be slow until probably 5 Eastern. There’s a wee bit of OCD just in case.]

somethingwithturquoise

Honestly, this week just kept getting better and better for Summer.

"Tino," she said, quirking up her chin, gesturing a finger behind her ear, "I think you missed a spot."

And so Tino would go and try to clean off some paint that he'd apparently failed to clean off earlier.

Then, a little while later, "Oh, hey, Tino, there's another spot..."

And so Tino would go and clean off the spot Summer had indicated he'd missed on his shoulder.

"Tino, I can't believe I didn't see it before, right there, on your hairline..."

It did not actually take Tino long to realize that Summer was just messing with him, and when he confronted her with an expression that said as much, she just met it with a big, sweet smile and an innocent flutter of her eyelashes, before she dropped it and said, "But, no, seriously, there's a huge green spot right on the back of your elbow still."

...in retrospect, he really should not have fallen for that.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Back to School Gremlin
Lotus Wine

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Was she also looking forward to seeing if this new hook for earning a free jello shot would work well? Oh, yeah. She was definitely looking forwad to how that might go down.

Caritas is open!

cheerbuffy.livejournal.com

After seeing so many of the Meerkats at the dance yesterday, Buffy thought it was time for a proper reunion. So she had ~~handwavily~~ texted everyone, and was hoping the ones on the island would be able to make it.

This being Fandom she had now spent the last ten minutes clearing an area around a nice pink tree so it was free of zombie gremlins. It looked like a good place to hold the reunion. The tree seemed friendly, insofar trees could seem friendly. She'd brought blankets to sit on, and had placed them down on the ground, close to the tree. Buffy gave the tree a little pat. "There!" she said. "I hope they all show up. And won't get bitten by gremlins on the way..."

She thought the zombie gremlins were starting to get the point though. They seemed much less interested in her now. She'd brought enough stakes for everybody anyway, so that should be fine.

[OOC: Mainly for the Meerkats, but I suppose if any Stickbugs are around and want to crash the reunion for old times sake...]

can_be_more

Aeryn hadn't meant to be here again today. But she'd been cornered by a horde of shambling gremlins, and after realizing she had an opportunity to shoot things, she'd taken care of them and seen them go back to normal.

So she got a coffee and took a seat outside, shooting at anything coming her way that might try to bite her. You know, casually.

And this was why Aeryn loved Fandom.

[Open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Not knowing what to expect from a Fandom weekend, Isabel and Wyatt had left Victoria back in Roswell with her grandparents. Isabel probably should have taken advantage of being child-free and slept in while enjoying early morning snuggles with her husband, but excitement and a craving for baked goods had her up and about early.

Coffee and croissant in hand, she took a seat near the window to watch who was passing by.

( It was one of those only in Fandom meetings )

[Pre-played with

candycrushlove, conversation to be continued in the comments, but the post is also open if anyone else wants baked goods or to say hi to the alien]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn so far saw nothing wrong with the day. It was just another Wednesday, spent ~~actually posting~~ working, and placing orders.

Yep, nothing weird here at all.

[Open but I feel like we're probably all playing in voicemail anyway.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Promptly at 8:00, the zombie band started playing music and the bassist lurched forward to do an interpretive dance explaining the rules of the dates. It wasn't long before Tino was pushing Johnny on stage while holding cue cards.

"Dude, seriously, I just came here for a drink. We just got back. What the hell?" Johnny asked. Tino held up a cue card. "I'm not dating. I have a girlfriend." Tino put the cue card down and held up a leather jacket and a pocket knife. "Hey hey hey wait. Where'd you get that?" With his pocket knife hand, Tino reached back down for the cue card. "Okay, fine. Just don't hurt the jacket. That thing means a lot to me."

"Ahem. Welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you're lucky, you might just get matched with me, Joanie Storm, come on, man, you got my name-- No, no, you're right. Joanie. Anyway, good luck and good dating." Johnny pointed to the assembled daters, mirroring an exaggerated point Tino was doing at that moment. "Seriously man, this is a weird level of dedication."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~begins.~~ is up MERE HOURS later than usual. Apologies again for any overnight and/or timezone inconveniences. I'm going back to sleep now.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn had meant to come in yesterday, but between the cold and the lack of power, she doubted there would be much of a point. So today she trudged on in, and it was mostly because Aeryn being restless and cooped up in a house was never a good thing. At least she could go be cooped up elsewhere for a while.

On the plus side, everything in the store was rearranged and very, very clean.

[Aww she exists. Open!]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

"I don't want to call this coffee 'lukewarm' because it's still not as bad as my 'lukewarm' review of Darby Donovan's latest play, but it still isn't good," Robert Benchley told the barista after sipping his coffee.

Yes, Robert Benchley, the humorist, author, and film actor from pre-World War II America best known for his biting tongue as part of the Algonquin Round Table and even better known for his fire powers as part of the crimefighting team, the Algonquin Four! A celebrated group of America's sharpest wits met daily for lunch at the Algonquin Hotel, enjoying barbs and bon monts, until one day... A COMET STRUCK and those present found themselves possessed of powers beyond the ken of mortal men! Powers as dazzling as their intellects! And so Harry Houdini, Robert Benchley, Woodrow "Woodpecker" Wilson, and Dorothy Parker fight ferocious foes! They're the Algonquin Four!

But this was only one of them.

"Fortunately I know how to fix your shoddy work, just like I'd fix Darby Donovan's even shoddir work; FIRE UP!" Robert Benchley's free hand turned to flame, and he dipped a finger into his coffee to heat it to a proper temperature. "Just don't let me see you heat anything up like this or I'll have to send a witty warning to the health department. Just like I did after walking out of Darby Donovan's play."

[OOC: Johnny is Robert Benchley, the Human Torch character from the Thrilling Adventure Hour's Algonquin Four. Open for coffee, insults to you, insults to Darby Donovan, and unflattering comparisons between you and Darby Donovan.]

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn loved when they got new shipments of things in. Loved it. So when the crate came today she immediately got set on opening it to see what it was.

It was pumpkin spice-scented ammo.

Aeryn didn't even know where to begin in questioning that one. The pumpkin spice lobby had sunk to a new low.

[IDK. Slow but open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Today's ~~Christmas presents~~ shipment at Freedom Arms was... slingshots.

Yep, slingshots. Just your regular, run of the mill, ordinary slingshots that you saw in the pockets of boys in comic strips that ran in the 50's. Aeryn was trying really hard not to be insulted that she even had to deal with this.

But if you caught her at a bored moment, you'd probably see her trying one out for target practice.

[Open.]

sith_happened

The man had woken up in a black bustier with a leggy brunette (that part was okay, the bustier DECIDEDLY NOT) in a strange hotel room.

He stopped only to find new clothes before bolting from the room, which was why he was now at the coffee shop in a hotel robe (STILL BETTER THAN THE BUSTIER) drinking black coffee and working his way through the entire pastry selection.

He didn't even know his name, okay, and there had been WOMEN'S CLOTHING involved in whatever he'd done the night before. Sugary carbs were the only way to cope, okay.

[OOC: Come at me!]

Current Mood: confused

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn liked rain. Big fan of rain here.

You know what she wasn't a fan of? Ice water falling on her head while indoors. She was wearing leather.

There was a lot of cleaning going on today. And cursing. And general displeasure.

[La la open.]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn liked getting new shipments of things. She didn't do the ordering so she had no idea what was in them, but if she really understood the concept of Christmas she would think new shipment day would be her Christmas. It didn't even matter if all the weapons here were primitive, it was something.

So imagine her surprise when she opened the large box and found it full of little yellow rubber ducks.

Anyway anyone who bought something was getting a rubber duck free with purchase.

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

If you thought sucker-equipped eels falling from the sky would keep Aeryn from getting her workout in, you were sorely mistaken.

If you thought she might try to wait out the rain of sealife at JGOB afterwards, well, good guess. It wasn't that she was afraid to go out, and she'd dealt with far more disgusting things in the past (Rygel), it was that it was stupid, and her quota for dealing with stupidity had been used up on the walk to the gym in the first place.

So here she was, sitting at a table with a muffin she'd ordered by pointing at the closest thing in the case, and sitting by the window, watching as the lampreys hit the ground. Yep. Rygel was somehow still more disgusting.

[Screw it, lampreys for all! Open if anyone's still around!]

fh_thumbprick

As dusk approached, the carnival began to thin out. Acts vanished. Music died down.

Mr. Dark peered through the folds of his tent and frowned. This was not working according to his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps he should confront some of these Fandom folk in person.

[[ finale time! use this space for your remaining huggings, as well as all the finale-y bits. wait for the ocd... ]]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn had decided that she was going to try figuring out coffee this morning. She'd gotten a small black one, then followed what she saw others doing by putting cream and sugar in it.

And now that she'd gotten to work and tried it, whatever she'd done had made this taste horrible. She was still trying to suffer through it, though, because she was tough enough to beat this thing.

[Open as alwasy!]

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

Since there was no need for a mid-summer welcome picnic, the administration had splashed out on this one: the tables (located under giant tents) were groaning with sidedishes from corn on the cob to potato chips to baked beans to several dodgy-looking jello salads and the grills were set up along the beach cooking chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs and veggie burgers. There was an ice cream sundae bar, watermelons, enough lemonade and ice tea to swim in (please don't swim in it), coolers for more adult beverages if you were an adult or sneaky about it, and areas roped off for tug of war and relay races and pick-up softball games if people were in the mood to be more active than just stuffing their faces and waiting for it to get dark.

The music was playing loudly--one of the more esoteric of the zombie band's offerings--and the sun was shining. It's hot, it's humid. It's the 4th of July and there's plenty of free food to go around. Come on over!

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

The first thing Aeryn did when she got in to work today was go through the mail, where she found a brick. She'd been here a few months and was beginning to pick up some things, but this was a new one.

The brick was now sitting in a display case. It was a blunt object, obviously it was a weapon of some sort.

[Open as always]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn couldn't really think of a time when she'd actually found herself bored at work, but it seemed to be happening today. Everything was already arranged and set up, there was no new shipment in today, and she'd even gone through and cleaned everything.

Where were the gremlins to shoot this week?

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

If anyone was curious as to why there were scorch marks along the floor at Freedom Arms, it was because a gremlin had been stupid enough to pop out of nowhere while an ex-Peacekeeper with a pulse pistol and a hair trigger was working.

It was gone now.

[

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

Vic decided that the day was too nice to be sitting behind a desk in the police station. So she "delegated" all her paperwork to Ralph and took the initiative to "patrol" Fandom.

Which meant taking a walk through the park and drinking an iced coffee from the Perk.

Hey, she's more likely to find someone perpetuating a crime here than sitting at a desk!

[Open post is open...]

newroutines

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Summer Buzz
Jack in the Summer
Summer Rain

Yeah, Mike was at Caritas and trying his hardest to keep his spirits high. And he loved summer so he was going with that as a them tonight. Not that he'd done much more with that than just use it as inspiration for the specials board. But sometimes that was enough to get his mind off things.

He was currently also trying to convince Tino to go and find a floppy summer hat or something to wear.

[ooc: No OCD!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn liked when they got shipments of things in at the store. Sure, the weapons here might be primitive and subpar for what she was used to, but it was a lot like getting to look at new potential toys at the same time.

So it was a little disappointing that today's shipment was all ammunition. She'd sort it out and get it all put away, but it was like getting the batteries for the toys, without the toys.

The fact that Aeryn had ever gotten toys in her life did not make it a less apt comparison.

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn was in a pretty decent mood so far today, and it had nothing to do with any disturbing little crystals that had implanted themselves on her body. No, today she'd tested out one of the new guns they'd gotten in and that was always fun, and later on she was going to do some maintenance on her Prowler to make sure it was still working correctly.

If you were Aeryn and you didn't have much going for you on this rock, those were the makings of a pretty good day.

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Everything was annoying. The lack of pulse weapons was annoying. The arrangement in the displays was annoying. Being on this planet in general was annoying. The only thing that was making Aeryn marginally less angry today was cleaning guns.

So, yeah, if you want to deal with a pissier-than-normal ex-soldier who worked in a gun shop today... best of luck to you, buddy.

[Open if you're brave!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Apparently there was new furniture in the shop now, which Aeryn found nice enough.

Even if she did feel the need to rearrange certain items in the display cases now because they were the things that seemed to get the most attention, or because they'd be in a better position for her to grab in case of an emergency. She was thoughtful like that.

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

For some reason, today's shipment had come in in pieces. Which meant that Aeryn had to go through everything, figure out what went to what, and reassemble the weapons correctly.

So basically she was just having the best day ever.

No, seriously.

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn was not at all late for work today.

No, seriously, girl took her job seriously and was punctual to a fault as long as circumstances allowed (e.g. invasions), so she was here on time. And having a normal day. Just cleaning guns.

As one does.

[Idk it's late.]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Well, Aeryn had survived her first... whatever that had been- not that she knew that was the first, or that the island dissolved into chaos a few times a year- and she'd gotten through her first real bout of Fandom weirdness yesterday without shooting or hitting anything. Because it was hard to take your frustration out on water.

She didn't know that sort of thing happened all the time either.

She was back at work and figuring it'd be less busy this week, so she was taking inventory of what they had now. If anything was missing that shouldn't be, well, obviously she'd have to find out who had it and hunt them down.

[Open!]

fuzzynblue.livejournal.com

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

If you've ever missed out on the sight of a fuzzy blue Muppet with his arms flailing over his head as he runs, screaming, down the street at just past dawn on a Thursday, well...now you haven't.

The source of Grover's panic? A 500 pound Chicken From Hell.

At least he's not overreacting?

[OOC: Open, sure :)]

fjordicswagger

Okay. This whole thing - whatever the whole thing was - was starting to be a pain in the ass. So the moment Tamsin found out those kids in the library had figured out who was behind this... well, she had a couple of wanted posters drawn up and distributed.

As a final touch, she'd nailed one to the front of the station, underneath the words FIND THIS GUY AND KICK HIS ASS.

She'd added another sign, too: WANT TO HELP? INQUIRE INSIDE. She wasn't above letting all these overeager idiots kick some monkeyponies in the tail for her. Especially not when the ringing phone wasn't letting her go out and do the kicking for them.

[[ open! strike teamers, want a place to ICly gather up? go right ahead. non-strike teamers, want a reason to go out and fight something? come inside! ]]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn being Aeryn, she was technically at work today. "Technically" because she was standing outside it with a pulse rifle, more than happy to shoot at anything unfriendly that came near. And she supposed she'd probably maybe have to sell things if people came around on a day where monsters were everywhere, but she was mostly about the shooting.

And to think, she'd started to feel bored in this place, but this felt more like her extremely weird life.

[Open!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

It was Aeryn's first day of work- at a paying job ever, actually- and while she wouldn't say she was nervous, she did want to get things right. Especially considering she only had a very basic understanding of this planet so far.

That 'basic understanding of the planet' thing was already getting very old, by the way.

Today was going to be spent familiarizing herself with the shop and its weapons. Mostly the weapons. They may be primitive, but she could still understand those.

[Open like a job post!]

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

Monday morning, Ron spent some time upstairs in the apartment enjoying large helpings of breakfast food. After consuming this food, he took a moment to discard the newspaper someone had once again left on his doorstep, fixed several lamps around the house, then descended down the stairs to open up the shop.

This involved turning the sign on the door to 'open' (a practice that was necessary but he detested, because on one hand, it provided the motor oil for the engine of capitalism, but on the other hand, it meant people could come in and bother him) and then sitting down behind his desk with a woodworking project. He believed he could make an eagle out of this block of wood by the end of the day. It would be a fair and honest day's labor, unlike tomorrow, when he would have to go to town hall and refuse to represent local government.

But for today, he was relatively content. Whether he would remain that way was entirely dependent on lunch.

[[ open ]]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

So. Aeryn was still here.

She'd gone up in her Prowler a few times to look for Moya, but still found nothing. She hadn't been able to get in contact with anyone, no one seemed to know what she was talking about regarding the cloud she'd come through, and she wasn't at all sure that anyone was still looking for her. She was still in some nice denial about actually being stranded, but she accepted that it was denial, which was probably a good step. She supposed. She wasn't great at this whole feelings thing.

She'd secured a place to stay, but had mostly been keeping to herself so far. Everyone had been perfectly fine to her, but she had her reasons for not trusting people immediately here. But as she hadn't been captured or threatened with dissection yet, she decided it was worth it to get out for some alone time in a nice open place, like that might clear her head some.

Mostly, though, she was sitting on a bench and watching the funny pink birds she hadn't known existed.

[Open!]

sith_happened

With Chris at home screaming his way through getting his molars, there just wasn't a coffee big enough on the island for Anakin today.

"Yes, the large one," he told the skeptical barista. "In the bucket. Black."

Like his old helmet. Ahem.

[OOC: This is in no way life-as-RP. Rly. Open!]

sith_happened

Anakin normally was better at holding things together than right now, but something called to him today, something that made him --

~~fight Georgetown traffic~~
~~no one wants to read about the traffic omg~~
~~there has to be SOMETHING explaining how he got there~~
~~says who?~~

--show up randomly on the beach to brood prettily against a rock, a single perfect tear rolling down his face.

"Anakin."

Oh, for the loss of innocence! And stuff!

atreideslioness

"You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic."

"My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego."

"Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few."

"Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go."

| Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |

[ocd up!]

atreideslioness

"We have cake," Tyler announced, frosting around his mouth until he wiped it away with his fist. "Punch each other, then have birthday cake. Doesn't work so well if you do it the other way around."

"Indeed." Ghanima was clearly very much amused by this notion. "And do be sure to sing to Mr. Durden," she continued, cheerfully oblivious to any glares she might be getting. "I understand it is traditional for birthdays in this era."

"Now, you with her. Gentlemen, you're together. Tyler, happy birthday, you're fighting him. Ladies, if you please. You two, and you and you," she said, neatly pointing out people. "Get to it."

[OCD UP]

Current Mood: giddy

tyler_gone

"People," Tyler said, looking around the gym. A slight sniffle roughened his voice. "Lots of people. You all came back."

"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."

"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."

"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."

"Tyler?"

"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."

"Go to it."

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

tyler_gone

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

can_be_more

Aeryn liked the normalcy of being back in Fandom, and yes, Fandom was normal for her. She liked being able to do things like not have to serve anyone anything, or repress homicidal urges about... well, anyone, and she liked being able to talk to her friends without having a couple states between them.

Or, at least, she'd like the last thing more when Anakin joined her.

[Aeryn's here for Anakin (duh) but open for your JGOBbish needs.]

notstakedyet.livejournal.com

Angel had been reluctant to ~~dance becamse OMG~~ leave Logan in Neptune. But he did want to see his friends as well. So he'd compromised by skipping the first night of Homecoming and showing up for the second.

After some ~~handwavey~~ phone calls to let folks know he was in town and where they could find him, he took a seat at The Perk with a cup of black coffee and waited.

[ooc: if you think Angel called you, he did. Perk also open for more general Perky needs. SP is love]

Current Mood: nostalgic

iqof39.livejournal.com

The park had been set up with several booths and tents for vendors for the first, um, semi-annual Monthly Market. There'd be plenty of areas to shop around and mingle, and it was all cleaned up from yesterday's carnival, really. It just so hapened that the place might get all messed up again really quickly today, too.

[Plz be waiting for OCD.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

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