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beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Minako's portal had dumped her off near the center of town, so she'd gone to get something to drink before heading over to Sparkle's. Because tea was soothing to the soul, thank you, and she was pretty sure if she had one now, and then got two to go, and made Sparkle drink one, that it was the start of a solid 'make Sparkle stop panic-cycling' plan.

So it was one blonde bouncing girl chattering at the barista a mile a minute, only occasionally needing to stop and try to fish for a word, until her tea was ready and she could take a seat in a nice, cozy nook, and people-watch while waiting to hear that Sparkle was back. She wasn't just going to wander up into his place until he was back from making kissy-faces.

And yes, she knew where he was. Goddess of Love. Also, super-nosy BFF.

She'd answer her phone once it started ringing, but otherwise she was just going to be really really happy at being back in Fandom for a weekend.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

It had been a week since he'd gotten home, and Sparkle had barely even managed to function since then. Atton had taken off somewhere again, presumably to give him space. Maybe to have some for himself. Hell if he knew. Hell if he knew much of anything, except that gravity was weird here now and apparently something Fandom-fucked-up had happened over the weekend, which meant that maybe he didn't have to feel horrible and apologize to Dr. Lecter for missing another attempt at his wedding just because he had opted to stay home rather than remind himself of the other horrifying bloodbath he'd witnessed this year.

It was also time for him to go get more groceries, but he didn't feel like doing that yet. He could order delivery for a while, whatever. First he needed to work on going the hell outside. So, that was the goal for the day. Go outside. Get some actual sunshine.

Loiter outside the front door of the apartment building and smoke. That was plenty of outside for the time being, and he could pretend that the gravity wasn't doing weird shit - which freaked him out almost as much as the sky full of stars had last week - and remind himself that he was here, and...

Fuck it, he was not coping, today. Maybe once he got the nerve he'd head to Baltimore or something and get himself some pot.

[OOC: Open! Sparkle will probably not be a ray of sunshine, but he will share his smokes.]

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

[ocd up!| Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

myownface

Sparkle didn't wanna.

He just... didn't, okay? It was his birthday. He was turning twenty. And the past year had been a shitty year. He'd lost a home, basically skipped out on his entire reality so that he wouldn't have to face the music and go to court, his heart had been broken, one of his friends was dead, and now his best-friend-slash-roomie was missing-presumed-not-dead-yet-fucking-hell-Atton. Sure, there were good things about the past year too. He'd met Leto, for one. Moved in with said best-friend-slash-roomie for another. But overall, on the big old scale of good versus shitty, Sparkle would be perfectly happy to not repeat that particular year of his life ever again.

He wasn't doing much at work today. Just sitting up on the counter lighting sparklers one by one and watching them burn out. Fuck it, he didn't care.

[OOC: Open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

Somewhere behind the fog, the sun was setting. The Fandomites had long since lost track of time, but Leland knew, instinctively, that day had turned to night. The way he knew that all of the items he had sold those wretched humans had been destroyed. They would come for him, now, content in their victory.

This was a serious setback, to be sure, but they had won a battle, not the war. They could pretend to lock him in a cage. It wouldn't change the end.

Leland Gaunt poured himself a glass of Bordeaux and waited.

The windows and doors of the shop had been boarded over, in an attempt to convey just how very closed the store was. Leland didn't imagine it would give them any real pause, now.

( Arresting Leland Gaunt! )

(OOC: This post is set Friday evening, after all the items have been smashed -- feel free to continue smashing your items, IC, we just wanted to post this early so all the time zones had a chance to play!

Preplayed with the incomparable

craftyladyparts,

suitablyheroic,

sith_happened,

beautifulsenshi,

tigerundercover,

notacokeperson,

seeks_truth,

wrongkindofsith,

bigdamndean,

kenselvren,

nookiepowered, and I hope I didn't miss anyone there, and coded by the lovely

fly_so_serious. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love!)

nuclear_snide

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention.

"Thank you all for coming." He projected his voice around the room. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of bad magic out there," he said dryly. If anyone hadn't noticed, he worried about them. "We've been looking into it, and we've tracked down the source, and if you listened to radio yesterday you know it's Needful Things and Leland Gaunt. He's been selling cursed items, often for the price of special or magical items in turn. What's new is that we've found out how to break his hold."

He paused very briefly ~~for dramatic effect~~ to let that sink in. "In order for someone who's got a cursed item to be free of the curse, they have to destroy the item." He stared around the room seriously. "THEY have to destroy it," he reiterated. "If anyone else breaks it for them, they will wither and die. If they don't break it, they will wither and die."

He leaned forward. "This is a very nasty breed of curse, rather like a poison. It's insidious. It will take them a lot of energy to break it, and it's going to hurt. They'll be weakened. You'll probably want to get them to the clinic. Also, because it operates on a psychic level, their recovery will be influenced by their mood. They'll need positive reinforcement, reassurance. 'Hug it out', as the saying goes."

Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to do that part. "Now, we know of a few people who've been sold cursed items. We've gone through radio broadcasts to get a list of everyone who was spotted entering the store. We'll need help to cover them all and make sure everyone has someone to try to snap them out of it. If you're willing to help, raise your hand and Four here can match you with someone. Any questions?"

[OOC: ~~Just a sec for the OCD!~~ Up! Have at!]

Current Location: Town Hall

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Peter Parker
Spider-Man
Earth-16109327

Time was limited, Peter knew that. If the place was swarming with this many Kravens and Vutures, an Inheritor must be close behind. So all he needed to do was find a way down to the computers in the city below town somehow, get the data from the others, and figure out how to connect everything. Those computers were under the front lawn of the school, so if he headed down Apocalypse and sprinted up Unicorn, the school was just a fence hop and a pond skip away.

And that sounded great to him... up until a pair of Vultures swooped down and grabbed his arms. "Come on, guys, I'm out of practice, I reacted late to my spider-sense. Tell you what, put me down, I'll give you another chance, and you won't have to worry about picking on somebody so rusty." They carried him to the docks and dropped him in the middle of a large group of Vultures, looking ready to maim and maybe even feast a little.

"That's not exactly what I meant," he said. He gave a little sigh and shook his head. "I've already died once. Even if you kill me again, that's not going to stop me. So come on. Let's do this." He fired a pair of webs and the fight started. Peter just had to figure out how to survive it so he could accomplish his mission.

( In which a group meets up, and then preplay continues in the comments because it went longer than I thought it would. In a good way! )

myownface

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

throughaphase

As of tonight, 2014 was over.

And whether you were looking forward to a fresh start, or wanted to celebrate the end of a terrible year, or the end of a good year even, or just wanted somewhere to go, there was a party happening. Caritas was still decorated in Christmas lights and the zombies were in tuxes (and Kitty was not going to ask how that happened nor was she going to help them change), and there would be champagne at midnight and tacky "Happy New Year" hats for everyone no matter what time they were here.

Time to ring in the new year!

[Up early for time zones and people's RL plans! SP is totally a thing, too.]

myownface

Ah, Dite's. Sparkle enjoyed his shifts here, not just because it was such a sex-positive workspace (obviously), and even managed to be tasteful, so far as sex stores went, but also because it contained one thing that he enjoyed spending his time with more than any other item at any other place he'd ever worked.

... It was a short list, granted.

But that wasn't going to stop him from loudly singing Petey Sci-Fi songs while dressing up the giant metal rooster in Halloween-themed lingerie. Because it was festive, okay? And 'sexy chicken' was just as ridiculous as any other costume that tended to lean toward 'sexy' this time of year.

"Don't get hot. And. Fluuuuustered! Use. A. Bit. Of. MUSTARD!"

It was a pretty okay day to be Sparkle. Especially to be Sparkle strutting around with a yellow feather boa, playing out the floor show with a giant metal poultry sculpture.

[Open! OCD-freeeee!]

suitably_heroic

The first thing to hit the island was an enormous trunk labeled, simply, WAR.

A second later, the individual who'd dropkicked it through the portal in the first place - one Atton Rand - followed it out.

And so did the rest of the travelers.

Welcome back to Fandom, all, where it is at least slightly warmer and there's actual electricity.

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.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Leave it to Johnny Storm to keep himself busy. Class was cancelled earlier, so he took a trip out to DC and actually stopped a guy from trying to rob dinosaur bones from the Smithsonian. Come back and boom, time for a date. He showered, Axed himself up - LIKE YOU'RE SURPRISED BY THAT, you liars - and dressed all nice before making his way to the restaurant for some food and conversation and hopefully palpable sexual tension that could be cut later if he were lucky.

But for now the focus would be on the food and the conversation and, most importantly, the girl.

"I'll be completely honest, I thought this place was for sick horses until two days ago," Johnny noted. Because he could afford to start a date like that. It was self-depricating. It worked.

[OOC: For Minako! And definitely not sick horses.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Johnny wore his blue, sleeveless FF impact suit as made his way to the roof of Chilly Boulder and decided that the night was just way too dark around here. Call him a biased city boy, he wouldn't deny it. He liked lights. And if Fandom wasn't going to supply them, he'd have to make his own.

He stretched for about half a minute, just for show, even if nobody was watching but the squirrels. And then he shouted "FLAME ON!" to make sure he attracted the proper attention from passersby. Yes, that assumed that a streak of flame taking off from a rooftop and immediately doing loops in the night sky wasn't going to be enough to show off. But Johnny was convinced that there was no upper limit to how much you could should off, so....

Basic point, the sky was ablaze and you had Johnny to thank for that. You're welcome, Fandom.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might want to notice and/or yell at the crazy fire person creating light pollution.]

throughaphase

Kitty was around, mostly working on paperwork stuff at one end of the bar if you needed to talk to her, but Tino was definitely behind the bar to serve drinks and take your money.

The zombies of course were there, and exclusively playing songs off their new album.

fh_thumbprick

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

beautifulsenshi.livejournal.com

Class today had managed to make Minako miss her more... colorful alter-ego. What? She totally rocked the seifuku and domino mask, don't judge! And most of her 'training' here was Artemis glaring until she picked up her iPad and read through the reports he had compiled about the Dark Kingdom and her previous life. Not exactly the yoma-stomping she'd been hoping for.

It was still weird, reading about herself. Who she had been, and what she had been like, that as a senshi, she had lead her fellow soldiers into battle to protect the galaxy and their princess.

And failed, spectacularly. Through no fault of their own, that Minako could discern, but still. Failed.

Which was why tonight Sailor Venus was racing over rooftops, flinging herself from building to building and racing through the streets to make sure she still had the layout of Fandom memorized. This time, she wasn't going to fail. She would train harder, be better. This time, she was going to be strong enough to be the guardian that her world deserved. For both worlds, really, Earth and Venus. Also? She totally needed the work-out. She didn't have a volleyball team here to help her blow off her excess energy.

She was the beautiful soldier of love and justice, the goddess of beauty and war, Sailor Venus. Please, let there be CRIME tonight that she could stop. Otherwise she was just going to be free-running all night. In heels. And no one wanted that.

[OOC: OPEN! As usual, the identity of Sailor Venus is NFB due to the joys of Magical Girl Syndrome. If you have someone who'd figure it out, hit me via email.]

furnaceface

It seemed like damn near forever since Jonothon had held one of these. That was, yes, in part because the Boards hadn't done anything through the summer. It was also because, with Glacia moving at double Fandom's pace, summer had been a long ordeal that had involve a good portion of winter, too.

Either way, it felt good to finally be holding these again.

Auditions Today and Sunday!
Jekyll & Hyde
Bring a Monologue and a Song
Rehearsals on Wednesdays and Sundays, Performance Friday, Nov. 29
Cast and Crew Wanted!

And yes, Jono had put out pastries and lemon water and tea for anyone who came to audition, as well. It hadn't been so long that he'd forgotten that much.

[Open auditions are open to all!]

hasadestiny

If there was one thing a Fandom Dance could be guaranteed to have, it was glitter. Thus the abundance of glitter coating the hall decorations should have come as no surprise to the arriving guests, that a large number of said decorations were pterodactyl-shaped may have.

But the theme was 'Love is in the Air', and if you did not agree that the mighty the pterodactyl was the most romantic of flying creatures, then maybe the winged cow was for you. Or perhaps the helicopter.

In any case, there were open doors, and unspiked punch, and the 2013 Valentine's Day dance was ready to welcome you all.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

furnaceface

Well, this was it, then. Rehearsals were finally starting for a production that had been put off for the better part of a year, now. If Jono was a more superstitious person, he'd be shaking people down and demanding to know who had gone around talking about That Scottish Play in the theatre, or something.

Fortunately, he wasn't. He'd just gone and decided that life was a jerk. That was generally the best explanation for most things, after all.

"Good evening, group, and welcome to our first rehearsal for The Consequence of Being Frank. I hope you've all given your scripts a looking over. If not, we're doing a cold reading today anyhow, to get you better acquainted with your roles." A beat, and he found himself looking thoughtfully at the young ladies (and ~~possibly~~ Porthos) gathered there. He'd gone and stepped in problems with cross-casting in the past, he figured now would be the time to bring it up to be sure everyone was on the same page. "And also, I realize that most of you have been cross-cast in order to fill the roles we needed for this production. I understand for some that this might be problematic. If for whatever reason the role you've been assigned makes you uncomfortable, please, talk to me and I'll see what we can do to accommodate."

That said, he lifted his coffee and nodded to the group.

"A cold reading, then. Make yourselves comfortable, don't attempt a British accent while you read this unless you want to make me cry, and we'll work our way through our lines, today. We'll worry about blocking next week."

[Open! Cast list is here, if you missed it on the weekend!]

furnaceface

So, this was it! Jono had known as soon as people had started showing up with their genders not quite in check last weekend that he was going to need to hold another set of auditions for the spring production, and, after spending yesterday in a distracted sort of daydream state, he was actually feeling fairly on the ball today.

Auditions!
The Consequence of Being Frank
Rehearsals on Wednesdays, Performance Friday, March 8
Cast and Crew Wanted!

He was kind of hoping for some guys to come in and audition today, too. After all, 'The Consequence of Being Francine' just didn't have that same double-meaning to it. But he'd work with whatever he was given, of course.

[Open auditions are open to all!]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

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Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout, The Beach, Monday afternoon

The Park over by the Belthazor Commemorative Ditch [Saturday, September 5, 2015, dawn]

Outside Needful Things, Friday, At Sunset

Town Hall Meeting, Thursday afternoon

From the Docks to Underground, Saturday afternoon

Valentine's Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

NYE Party- Caritas- Wednesday

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

3 Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

Il Pollo, Friday evening

Around town... And above town, Tuesday night

Caritas- Friday

The Park, All Day Friday

The Rooftops & Streets of Fandom, Thursday Night

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