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Some would rejoice, others would cry, and a good chunk of Fandom's population would probably wind up with mixed feelings. This portal had brought the children onto the island but two nights ago, and now it had ~~reversed the polarity of the neutron flow~~ returned to take them back.

It floated calmly in the middle of the park's clearing, exuding a soft yellow light. It wouldn't steer the children wrong.

Say your goodbyes, Fandom... for the year.

[[ up early for sp, and open to all. *hands out tissues at the door* ]]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

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

[OOC: Lots of OCD ~~coming~~ IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious 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. And 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 a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]

notquitewright.livejournal.com

Marcus (who was as yet unaware of the influx of wee tiny people) stopped dead several feet from where the junkyard had been. And he stared.

The junkyard was still there. It was simply at the bottom of eight feet of clear, clean water.

...which was being contained by a chain link fence.

Somewhat warily, Marcus approached and wiggled his fingers through the fence. They got wet. Apparently this was actually happening.

The junkyard was now a lake of sorts. Where the gate had been there were now stairs, leading up to a wooden wharf to which miniature boats were tethered. Not just any boats, however. These were special boats! Scaled down, simplified versions of the classic Chinese Junk.

So, technically, it was still a Junk Yard.

The boats were ready to be played with, and came equipped with an array of water pistols and Nerf weapons. They also had a rubber bumper all around the edges, so bumping into another Junk would cause no harm.

The Junk Yard was open, and the Junks ready and waiting for any wee tinies who fancied a boat ride or a wee boat battle.

[There was just no possible way to resist turning the junkyard into a Junk Yard :D. Should you want Marcus, I'll be around in the afternoon.

Some more info: think of the Junks like watergoing dodgem cars, or bumper boats, motorised, with the same kind of controls. They sport a wide variety of moddable harmless water and Nerf based weaponry. The same Fandom magic that turns weapons to toys will ensure that no one drowns if they fall in; they will simply float to the edge.

ETA: If you have a ship in the junkyard, first, apologies - I forgot about them when planning this. Second, they will be fine and accessible at midnight when water et al disappears. If you need access today, there will be a magic corridor in the water which will let you in and your ship out.]

atreideslioness

Tyler seemed a little worn-out as the group gathered today. "Welcome to the end of the school year," he said flatly. "Next weekend, finals are done and we're pulling up stakes until things settle in a little for the summer. Let's make our fights today worth it. Deadpool, Anakin -- show the kids how it's done."

Ghanima nodded crisply in agreement before rattling off the other matches quickly and efficiently. "Get to it," she added. "I'm curious to see the results of today's fights."

tyler_gone

It wasn't quite an ordinary night at fight club, since most of the mats were covered in tarps and three oversize kiddie pools were set out on the tarps. If you got close enough to look into the pools, you'd notice mud in one, jello in another, and a shallow slick of oil in the third.

Tyler had learned never to lose a bet with Ghanima, and the less said about that the better. She smirked from a corner in the back of the room and left the explanations to him.

"So we're doing special training today," he said dutifully. "Fighting in substances -- mud, jello, or oil. If that's not your cup of tea" -- and he, frankly, considered that only sanity -- "there are other mats on that side of the gym."

A pause as Tyler was interrupted by a chanty being sung in a very squeaky voice.

"Don't squish the pi-rats while you're at it."

[OOC: OCD is up. Ghanima modded with permission.]

atreideslioness

It was entirely possible that Ghanima looked smug as people arrived on Sunday evening, and it most likely was not helped by the woman beside her. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome back from the Bahamas," she started cheerfully. "Tyler's not well today, so instead Miss Alianne will be assisting me today, whom some of you may remember from her tenure as a teacher."

Aly raised an eyebrow at Ghanima then shook her head, clearly amused. "The rest of you can call me Aly," she said. "Only Lady Ghanima, the Princess Royal feels the need for such formality." She paused and looked back at Ghanima. "What is it you have me doing up here again? Shaking things up, I think was mentioned..."

"And here I thought I invited you for your charming personality," she replied dryly. "And if we're going to start with the titles, I do know a few more of yours..."

"Instead, however, we are going to shake it up a bit. No snowball fights this time, I promise. Aly, would you like to pick the first three sets?"

"It was my charming personality," Aly decided smugly as she looked over the fighters. Some she recognised, some she didn't, all piqued her overactive curiosity. "You two, let's try. You and you, annnnd -" she grinned at the tall guy with the ponytail. "You and that one other there."

Ghanima had given Aly a briefing on the club members before everyone had arrived, so that she'd know what sort of material they had to work with. "You, with her, and you and you," she said, naming off the last two pairs. "As you've probably noticed, you haven't been partnered with these people before; you're all working across the different ability levels."

"Which doesn't mean beatdown time," Aly said. "And I'm pretty damn sure I didn't have to say that but too bad. My old mother-" somewhere Alanna was having a heart attack at that description "-used to say that if you run into a fighter you can't learn something from, you probably should give up right then and go sit in the old folks' home because you've obviously become completely inflexible and stupid. So - go on, learn something and see what happens."

"Children, don't cheat and try to kneecap your opponent, it's rude. Advanced... try not to just box their ears. You aren't old enough yet for that to be funny," Ghanima continued, smiling. "For those of you picking your own fights, try going with someone from the other group, and see what you can learn."

[OCD UP!]

Current Mood: amused

atreideslioness

"I hope that you all aren't hungover or overtired from the dating event last night," Ghanima began cheerfully once everyone had assembled. "Because we're going to work you today."

Tyler glanced at her lazily. Was three-minute dates that big a deal with this crowd? The things he missed being all monogamous. He scratched his chin before speaking. "Right," he said. "And ... you with you, you with you, you with you ... Ghanima, other three?"

"You, with her. You two. And you and you," she continued, pointing people out. "Now go to it."

A lazy smile spread across Tyler's face, and he made a shoo'ing gesture before going off to find his own match.

[OOC: Internets, never leave me again! *clings* OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

atreideslioness

No announcement had been made concerning the cancellation of Fight Club, so as members fought their way to Atlas Gym, snow continued to come down around them. Huge drifts of it, starting to reach astronomical heights.

Once people got the gym, however, they'd find their fearless leaders outside, one large pile of snowballs already sculpted and stacked in the middle of the road. "Time to put theory into practice," Ghanima called out, not looking the least bit cold or uncomfortable. Someone was cheating and already manipulating her body in the Bene Gesserit fashion; not feeling the weather was fantastic. "No quarter, and no mercy."

Tyler, meanwhile, was cold, borderline miserable, and warmed only a bit by his thoughts of dropping snow down Ghanima's collar. Yeah, he fought dirty. "Which means a snowball fight," he explained, and gestured to divide the crowd. "You guys here are red team, you guys there are blue team. Group with the most people standing in an hour wins."

He glanced over to Ghanima, and, reluctantly, added, "Rocks with a little bit of snow on them are not appropriate artillery."

"And if someone does yield, go find another target," she continued. "There's no honor in putting a defeated foe into a snowbank."

Off hours, Tyler might have argued that it could be funny. In front of the club ... "Right," he said. "Let's get to it."

[OCD up! Fire away!]

Current Mood: cold

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!]

tyler_gone

"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."

Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.

"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."

A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."

atreideslioness

"It's Fight Club," Tyler said. "You know what that means. You, you, you, you, you two, and, Ghani, finish up."

"You with her, you two, and you with that gentleman over there," she said. "Now fight."

[OOC: We can has no brainz for ze banter. But the OCD is up, so go hit someone.]

Current Mood: blank

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

"Ladies! Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Other sentient life forms." Someone had given Tyler sugar. "Welcome to Fight Club. I'm Tyler Durden, this is Ghanima Atreides. We're in charge."

"Which is the nice way of saying 'welcome to Fandom,'" Ghanima injected dryly. "You're here because you saw a poster, or heard through a friend, and you want to hit things. We support violence therapy."

"Most weeks," Tyler said, "we do assigned matches. This week is different. This week is introductions -- because you haven't said your names enough yet this week -- and some level testing. Introductions don't have to be fancy. Fight Club is not about your life story. Tell us what you like to be called and how long you've been at this and we'll call it good."

"After which, those of you that are new or trying to move from beginner to advanced can show us your moves, while the rest of you grab a friend to beat up," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Once we've seen you in action, then our new friends can also hit the mats, and proceed to learn how we make friends and influence people here at Fight Club. I'll give you a hint; it usually involves bruises."

"But first, you all have to listen to the rules."

Tyler pulled out a sheet of paper and read them off. "Hopefully those are all clear, if you do not understand ask somebody. If you still do not understand, consider the possible tragedy of head damage and don't fight."

He glanced to Ghanima. "Anything else?"

"These rules are posted on the door for every Fight Club meeting," she said pleasantly. "Anyone who willfully ignores these rules gets bounced out that door. We are here to fight, not babysit you."

"Now, smile, and introduce yourselves, and let's see what you can do."

[OOC: Introductions are for everyone, please. Current classifications are here.]

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.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was warm-ish. It was after classes. KKG was meeting on the beach.

Call it an excuse for lots of ~~pretty~~ boys to wear swim trunks in the presence of anyone who had ~~handwavily~~ heard about this completely open meeting of the minds.

Maybe some of the boys would even work up a nice sheen of sweat playing volleyball (but not in jeans, okay?) or running after a frisbee.

It was Earth Day after all.

Current Mood: cheerful

tyler_gone

No zombies. No children. No distractions. It was a perfect day for a fight, and Tyler looked feral as he paced in front of the crowd.

"At this point," he said, "you all know why you're here. If you don't, get out. If you do, go hit somebody. Hard as you can."

"Or if you can't find someone to hit, go find the heavybag," Ghanima agreed pleasantly. She was the complete contrast to her partner today; cool collection against Tyler's agitation. "You two. And those two there." She turned to Tyler with a grin. "Care to pick the other three lucky couples?"

"I can do that," Tyler said, barely considering his choices before he made them with a jab of his index finger. "You two. You and you. And ... Ghanima, you haven't had a good match yet. Spar him."

That last match promised to be interesting; he might put off his own bout to watch.

"Sadist," Ghanima said good-naturedly. "I'll get you for this."

She turned her attention back to the assembled fighters. "Well, you heard us. Move."

| Mingle | Beginner Mats | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Troublemakers | OOC |

[~~You know the rules. Wait for the~~ OCD is a go.]

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual, with the addition of a playpen stuck off to the side of the beginner area. "Welcome back," Ghanima stated clearly. "Either you've rattled something loose, or you're starting to learn."

"Or you're incorrigible," Tyler suggested, through a stuffy nose. His eyes were red and he leaned against a wall; he wouldn't be sparring today. "In any case, hello and we won't waste your time talking today. Go fight. You and you, you and - you, I think, and ... Ghanima, choose our last two lucky pairs."

"Those two." She hadn't actually looked, just pointed. "Go. We'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be helping at the beginner mats."

[OCD up!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

John had missed out on last week's meeting, being in a galaxy far, far away and all, so he was more than happy to head down to their change of locale and order up pizza and snacks for the group.

[actual ocd, OMM GASP!]

Current Mood: energetic

atreideslioness

The gym was set up for fight club again, but with an important difference from the week before: Half of the area was devoted to the children. There were toy weapons, well-padded mats, and a large ball pit. The other half, for the adults and any students who remained their usual age, held the normal mats and safety equipment.

Ghanima looked vastly amused. "Welcome back, everyone. For the under-ten set, today we have your own special combat zone. Go have fun, and work it out amongst yourselves. I don't want to hear about it unless you're bleeding in a significant manner."

"If you drool on anything, mop it up," Tyler added, looking a little uneasy. He still wasn't comfortable around this many children. "Everyone else, we aren't assigning fights this week because there aren't enough of us to bother. Open sparring. Don't hit the kids."

"Or go play with the kids," Ghanima offered. "We won't judge you."

"We will be around if you have any questions, and I'll be near the beginner mats for the first half of the session. Now go to it."

Mingle | Kid Section | Beginner Mats | Open Sparring | Tyler and Ghanima | OOC

Current Mood: amused

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

imcalledandros.livejournal.com

After he had spent yesterday just lounging around and enjoying the fact that he didn't have to do any training or fight any monsters (he really hoped the others could handle that without him.) Kenta decided that he was going to do some exploring and try and find out more about this strange place that he seemed to be in.

It wasn't long at all before he had came across Fast Eddies and decided to have a look inside.

"...awesome!" he cried, when he noticed that there were video games there.

He was going to be there for a while.

[ooc: open!]

loverlyviolets

As the sun went down, the twinkling fairy-lights that had been strung around the park took its place as a light source. Not nearly as big, but it was enough to see the food and the dance area by, with the help of some strategically placed torches in the shape of old-fashioned gaslamps. Nor nearly as warm, but there were carefully-controlled braziers here and there to take the nip out of the evening air.

Around the dance area and along the buffet tables there was a proliferation of orange, brown and rust-coloured harvest flowers that might have bordered on excessive, as if someone got rather excited about being offered a job this important, but it was still within the bounds of good taste.

[OCD is now up. Have fun!]

Current Mood: pleased

always-damp.livejournal.com

By some act of Fandom, the weather was behaving itself. Any clouds or rain the weather forecasters had blathered about on the news seemed to have skipped over the entirety of Fandom Island. It was a perfect afternoon in October, just the right temperature in which to spend the day outside with pleasant company. Or even relatives.

A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a bright banner announcing the start of a hopefully calm weekend:
Welcome to Parents Weekend 2008
[OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling]

solo_sword

It was supposed to be Brooke who opened Caritas today, all part of her new job. Unfortunately for Brooke, her twin sister Jaina had attempted to kill her while she was suffering from a rare tropical disease.

Unfortunately for Jaina, she hadn't actually killed Brooke, who was now just comatose in the clinic, so the fact that she was opening up Caritas and telling a mustachioed Tino that she was Brooke in order to steal her new perfect life might come back to bite her. Just maybe.

[Omg yay SOW! I'm around, ~~though I'll be slow for linkgrabbing.~~ Done! Catching up and playing now!]

Current Mood: devious

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

When Robin came into work, feeling all attractive and swaggery and boobless, she found a very disgruntled young woman behind the bar.

When she was done laughing, she assured him she'd be calling him Tina all night, and then wrote up a little sign.

Girly drinks and manly beer -- half price!
Or free if you tell who you are right away, thanks

And with that, she went back to admiring her own reflection in a back of a spoon.

[I AM AROUND ALL NIGHT WHAT UP.]

Current Mood: HEE.

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

fh_beasties

Each person brought to the catacombs found themselves trapped in a cavern with seemingly no exit. It was cold and lighting was limited and even their own breathing would echo off the walls. The Nightmares were lurking, waiting for fresh minds to taste, to inhale the scent of fear and panic.

Tonight they would feast and the catacombs would fill with screams.

( Welcome to the Underworld )

[OOC: Once you've been kidnapped, ping in here. You're welcome to either play your thread out here or play it in your own journal and link to it here. For the sake of keeping things organized, please remember to link everything here. The Nightmares are just generic demons with no particular appearance. They'll look how you want them to look. Remember to check the email you received for any further details. If you need an NPC, head over to the NPC request post, but please remember that you're largely in charge of keeping yourself entertained. Have fun!]

fh_beasties

Pain, Panic and a few lesser demons had their orders. They had people to grab and take to the Nightmares in the catacombs of Tartarus. Simple enough, right?

Maybe not, but they hadn't had a direct order from Hades in an unthinkably long time. They weren't going to get this one wrong.

[OOC: For those who signed up to be victims so they can be kidnapped! NPC volunteers, please use generic demons, not Pain and Panic.]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

So...bribing gremlins with shiny pennies hadn't worked.

At all.

And now Luke--who thought he was a singing nun named Fraulein Maria--was twirling around in the park, singing to mountains that clearly weren't there.

"The hills are alive...."

Artoo was hiding behind a tree and recording the entire thing. He was afraid who Luke might think he was if he rolled too close. He wasn't playing drums or being a tiger for anyone this time.

[OOC: Yes, I'm out of my mind.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

After the whole Three Minute Date thingie, Robin figured people would need their booze. Badly.

So she was still behind the bar, though she'd enlisted Tino to help her.

[I might be kinda slow, so mod Tino for speedier service kthnx. This is for AFTER all the crazy 3MD action, whooo!]

Current Mood: hee hee hee

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin still kind of had no idea how she'd wound up doing this, but it was funny and she could laugh and drink and just enjoy her post-Valentine's glow behind the bar while everyone else suffered.

And in the meanwhile, she set out a pretty little sign.

Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
Hosted by Robin Scherbatsky
Presented by loneliness and desperation*
* beer goggles recommended/necessary in some cases

That done, she wandered by to the stage to take the mic. "So, hi. You know how sometimes you're at a bar, and you just don't know how to talk to those pretty people you're eyeing? Or, you know, you want to know what the deal is with that creepy guy in the corner who won't stop staring? Well, tonight, we're taking all that guesswork out of it! Welcome to Three Minute Dates! I'm your hostess and deeply amused bartender, Robin Scherbatsky."

"So here's how it goes -- when I call your name plus someone else's, it'll be time for you to find that other person and either lemon law them or find your way to true love...slash a good one night stand! Or a bad one. It's part of the fun! And then lather, rinse and repeat for four more times, because yes, boys and girls, you're doing this five times."

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you're violent, you'll be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back. If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can sp, don't worry!

ETA: OCD UP WHOOOOOOOO]

Current Mood: hyper

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was the perfect day for a flag football game in the park. Lines had been ~~handwavily~~ chalked on the cold ground and would wash away in the next rain or snow. Posters had been ~~handwavily~~ put up to encourage everyone in Fandom to attend.

[ooc: fhfootball is the AIM chatroom for game planning! All football players are welcome!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

There were tables around, some laden with food, another with nametags. A big sign read, "Welcome Back, Alumni!"

The interesting thing? No one was there setting it up. Need provides, after all. Or, perhaps, in this case? Fandom provides.

There's a party. Everyone's welcome.

[OOC: It's like there's a party in ~~my mouth~~ the park, and everyone's invited! Because there is, and they are! If we explode this one, I'll put up another post later. ~~Plz to be waiting for~~ OCD is up!]

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine. Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC: And this is the last hospilinic post! The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC). Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people.~~ OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

Current Mood: anxious

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was not at all happy about how the emergency clinic looked when he came in. There were too many people there, too many students, not to mention the baby, and he had a moment of feeling helpless before he pulled himself together and got down to business. There had to be something that could be done to help everyone.

[OCD of doom is up! I'm heading home right now, so if there are any problems, e-mail me at [email protected] and I'll fix them around 7:15 when I get home. Tags will be added then too.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was in a somber mood as he made the rounds through the cot area and checked on the growing number of patients. The idea that someone could die from this sickness had occurred to him, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to one of the students. Needless to say, he was determined to not lose anyone else.

[OCD is up, come on in!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The Student Council had ~~handwavily~~ worked hard to put together a Parents' Weekend that couldn't be forgotten. And hopefully not because of invasions, animal transformations or strangely shaped fairies.

A good part of the Park was set up with brightly coloured tables and chairs for mingling, relaxing, or simply watching the rare idyllic peace of a small pond.

To the left is the registration table, where the all-important name tag can be received while to the right is tables of delicious food and drink all under the watchful eye of Security.

Above everything waved a banner proclaiming in big blue and gold letters: WELCOME FRIENDS AND FAMILY OF FANDOM ISLAND!

[OOC: There's now a second part of the picnic for browser-friendliness.

OCD for this post to get to threads: Registration Desk, Security, Food and Drink, Mingling]

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!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Over the course of the evening, Fandom's population increased significantly. The prehistoric creatures that had first arrived last night were no longer alone. The newcomers inquisitively investigated their new surroundings.

Meanwhile, amidst the bits and pieces of school being reconstructed at the top of the hill, an oviraptor sniffed around. Smooth rocks that looked like eggs were left out for the taking. Cautiously, it snatched one of the rocks out of the pile. The creatures around the island screeched at the sudden pain the rock-snatcher had caused. The oviraptor dropped the mistaken egg-rock and ran away, but the damage was already done.

The sudden overwhelming pain hadn't been an isolated incident. It had triggered something inside each of the creatures' minds, aggravating them beyond normal behavior, doing what pheromone-laced leis did to snakes that one time on a plane. You know the one.

For the dinosaurs (and company), new surroundings had become hostile territory and its inhabitants were to be destroyed.

For the residents of Fandom, well, it was another one of those weekends.

[OOC: This post is for the big location fights at the Rocky Bits, Park, School Grounds, Preserve, Serenity Cove and Efferton Manor. Other dinosaurs not featured here will be pinging into posts all around the place. If you post, they will come (unless you put an OOC note to say 'no thanks', but public places need not apply). Dorms, Caritas and Clinic are safe havens. If you are in need of a dinosaur to fight, please use the OOC thread to post a link to where you are. We'll try to get to everyone, but some places may get missed!]

fh-anonymous.livejournal.com

In the morning, the event coordinators came to start setting up the park for today's event. They set up a bunch of extra benches and picnic tables for people to congregate at and marked off the run area to keep it clear for the participants. They also set up water stations along the race way just in case anybody needed them. This wasn't going to be a marathon, or even an actual race, but if anybody didn't want to stop running they might want the water.

The park was decorated with ribbons and bunting for the event. Mostly in teal. There were tables set up with ~~modable~~ picnic-type foods and a special table set up for a DJ to play music.

It wasn't long before the park was ready and waiting for people to come and participate and to cheer the runners on.

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for OCD.~~ OCD is ready to go. ~~It may be a little bit before you get a response in the second two threads, but feel free to talk to each other.~~

The monster thread is ready to go! If you arrive late, feel free to jump in there.

The finale has started (due to some player availability and mine as well). Feel free to help Rory sing badly.

And part two of the finale has kicked off. Aly and Rikku are heading the expulsion of the beasties.]]

bigdamnprincipal

With the school still in ruins, the administration decided that the park would be the best place to hold the Welcome Picnic. Tables were set up with food, nametags, and plenty of glitter. There was also a sign up listing the Big Sibling/Little Sibling pairings, in case anyone had missed it.

Welcome to all the new people!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ OCD is done! This is part one of the picnic, for specifically meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. Part two is happening simultaneously here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. *g* Both posts are open to everyone.]

bigdamnprincipal

School in ruins = picnic in the park.
Food, check. Nametags, check. Glitter, check. Sibling list, check.
New people, yay!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ Mini-OCD is done, woo! This is part two of the picnic, for general mingling. Part one is happening simultaneously here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. *g* Both posts are open to everyone.]

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