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The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]

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...]

boocontinuity.livejournal.com

As it turned out, conventions were super easy to organize when you had the power to make everything happen, so guess what you had to deal with today, Fandom! That's right, overnight the community center had been taken over by as many ~~NPC~~ fans of Fandom High that could possibly fit in it, and everyone was so happy to be able to mingle with other fans, or share fan art, or buy merchanise, because oh yes, there was merchandise.

Not to worry, though, Fandom: the original six fans were the only ones who could make anything happen to you. So at least you only had to worry about six people ruining your lives! Bright side!

So come one, come all, and see whether or not you got creeped out by people wearing shirts with your face on them!

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Okay, so it had taken him a few days to realize that the radio staff wasn't broadcasting from the radio station.

They'll all gone on a ship, and left him, Captain Barbossa, behind on dry land.

This was the last straw.

"This be the last straw," he had informed the squirrels as he tossed the important things (clothing, rum, his pistol, every Taylor Swift CD he could find so he could dump them into the deepest part of the ocean...) into his sea bag. "I be a landlubber too long! I be needin' the wind in me hair, the salt on me face, the wenches who be appreciatin' me!"

That last one might be a tall order, but Barbossa was an optimist. And so, with a long parade of madly sobbing squirrels (they couldn't actually cry, but figured the pirate would enjoy the dramatics), he made his way back to the yacht he'd ~~stolen~~ completely legitimately acquired and stood proudly upon the deck.

"Me furry mateys," he said, waving his hat in the air, "'tis time for me to leave this wretched isle full of teenagers 'n find me way back t' the sea! T' pillage 'n plunder 'n not give a hoot! Fer now, I be leavin' the station in yer capable han--paws! Go out 'n impress yerself a new boss when ye get around to it!"

He meant the word "impress" in its 18th Century definition, naturally.

One of the squirrels began waving a white (well, white-ish. She'd acquired it from Barbossa's wardrobe) handkerchief.

He nodded his head at her, then fired up the yacht's engine. "Bring me that horizon!" he cried as he pulled out of the harbor. He'd stolen Jack Sparrow's ship twice. He had no problem stealing his catchphrase as well.

[OOC: And that's it for 'bossa! Thank you all for making him so much fun to keep around for (zomg) three and a half years!]

Current Mood: frustrated

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"Why are you dressed like that?" Jolee asked Tino when he got to the bar tonight.

Tino was wearing green clothes and pointy ears. He was holding up a red and white outfit for Jolee. "No," Jolee said. "I'm not wearing that."

Tino gave a pleading look.

"Fine. But this evens everything between us. None of this, 'Oh, old man Bindo is so mean' stuff you make me put up with. Deal?" Jolee asked.

Tino agreed. And then he led Jolee up to the stage where he would have to listen to people tell him what they want for their seasonal holiday festivities.

The zombies were dressed like reindeer, of course.

[OOC: I don't know. There's a chair by Jolee's Santa chair. Sit in that if you want to tell Bindo Claus what you want. Sit on his knee and get thrown out.]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

"Happy holidays, me hearties!" Barbossa crowed into the microphone. "How be yer sugar highs this week? Did ye enjoy the feast o' holiday music that the squirrels 'n me assembled? Do ye want t' kill yerself every time ye hear 'Christmas Shoes'? It be almost th' end of the semester--" which he only remembered because of the giant note his staff had left for him about it, "--so it be seemin' like a good time t' ask ol' Barbossa about tips t' survive yer trips home t' see family, th' proper gifts t' give the wenches ye be courtin' 'n how t' cheat on exams wit'out gettin' caught. Also, ye can request proper studyin' music."

He spun around in his chair. "Or I will jes' sit here 'n play even more holiday music. Who wants t' hear 'Jingle Bells' as sung by barkin' dogs?"

Current Mood: devious
Current Music: Dominic the Christmas Donkey

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa was on a bench sharing his rum with a huge gaggle of slightly unkept men with cameras, laughing as they exchanged the gossip of the town with him.

"Really?" he crowed. "So it were a gremlin bite last night? Here, be havin' more rum!"

It may or may not have occurred to Barbossa that the squirrels weren't normally human.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: You Must Love Me - Madonna

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

To someone who was from a galaxy far, far away and had been to so many planets with far too many local customs to remember all of them, Thanksgiving wasn't anything too special. It was just another harvest festival, only it wasn't done with nearly the style or stench of a harvest festival on Kashyyyk. Wookiees knew how to party.

So this weekend was just another weekend to Jolee.

Tino, on the other hand, was wearing a hat shaped like a turkey.

[OOC: I may be a little slow tonight. I just got The Force Unleashed for Nicksgiving and I may be tempted to play it right now.]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

The ceremony had been beautiful. And the evening was only getting started. The guests were ushered into the large tent that had been erected (hee) in the park earlier in the day. The caterers had delivered and set up food and enough free alcohol to drink the entire town into a coma.

Of course, there was a special area reserved for the squirrels with dessert nuts and high-quality rum to keep Vala and Barney's smallest guests happy while they took their notes and danced the night away.

Pleased workers did a last check of the tables and cigar centerpieces before the guests and the wedding party arrived. The wedding reception was set to go exactly as planned.

[The reception, like the wedding, is open to everyone in Fandom. ~~Once I put up some OCD~~ Now.]

Current Mood: pleased

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

"Happy Friday, me hearties!" Barbossa crowed into the microphone.

It was possible he was very, very intoxicated, yes. "Today be th' day where ye dress up in yer little outfits 'n come by me station 'n give me candy! Or rum. I be likin' rum."

You know, in case someone had missed that.

"Ye can also call 'n ask fer songs about candy or rum or hatin' Celine Dion or ask me fer advice about yer love lives 'n yer terrible families." He hiccuped. "Th' phone lines be open. Bother me!"

He flipped on "I Want Candy" and cranked it.

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: I Want Candy - Bow Wow Wow

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee and Tino were stocking plenty of clean glasses behind the bar. This weekend meant family. Family meant drinking. It was a fact of life. It's part of the reason why Jolee never bothered with a family after breaking from the Jedi: he preferred sobriety.

The preparations ended when the door opened and Jolee felt an all-too familiar presence. "I'm sorry, Tino, but it looks like you're on your own tonight," he said, turning to face Revan. "We'll be in the lounge if you need me for anything."

[OOC: I'm totally cheating and making this a mod Tino night. As stated above, Jolee will be in the lounge if anyone wants to talk to him specifically.]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

"This be th' last time I be gettin' me own rum," Barbossa bitched to the island at large as he flipped on the microphone and spun around in his chair. "Thar be rocks fallin' 'n dyin' everything..."

Brief pause.

"....oh, that be not funny at all. Anyway, this be Pirate Radio, I be Barbossa 'n I be here this week t' play yer requests--as long as they be not Miley Cyrus--'n give ye advice on yer sad excuses fer love lives, jes' like I be every week."

It was entirely possible that he hadn't noticed it'd been months since he'd done this last.

"The lines be open. Bother me!"

He flipped on "The Song That Never Ends" and cranked it way, way up. If no one would call, at least everyone would be in the same crappy mood he was in.

Current Mood: covered in paint, wtf

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin opened the bar, completely thinking it was just a normal, boring Thursday night. She even bet Tino a dollar she could tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue in under a minute when she first arrived, because it was so slow and boring and normal.

She also lost a dollar. But that was secondary.

So Robin was settled in for a long, slow, completely dull and unexciting night.

Poor, stupid Robin.

[I AM AROUND, except for like 20 minutes around 7 EST in which I go to get dinner. (I know, you all love knowing every second of my availability, right?) Mod Tino for speedier service if you like, but I should be steadily glued to the computer tonight. :D]

Current Mood: good

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa sat with a jug of rum, an iPod (procured....semi-legally) and a ballot box.

It was time to choose radio staff again!

fates_jaye

It was Jaye's last night at Caritas, which meant when she walked in, she'd sort of half been expecting something like at least a sign saying Bye, Jaye! or something, but nope. Nothing like that.

When she asked Tino, he said he didn't know she was leaving.

When she said she'd said so on Wednesday's broadcast, he said he didn't listen on Wednesdays.

Jaye decided she was taking all of Tino's tips tonight.

[Like the post says, last night for Jaye at the bar. I may be a bit slow due to headache though omg.]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa's boots rang out on the wooden planks as he tied up his ~~totally legitimately acquired, for real~~ yacht. "I be hearin' o' isles that ye can only find if ye know where it be t' begin wit'," he grumbled, "but I ne'er be hearin' o' one that be movin' on ye!"

He stomped down on the dock again. "Ye were supposed t' be in Virginia!"

He took a swig from his bottle--the ground was always far too steady after months spent at sea--and tottered off towards the radio station.

[OOC: He's baaaack.]

Current Mood: the island moves wtf wtf wtf

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

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Ahhh, Valentine's Day. A time of chocolate, of flowers, of tiny lacy things...

...of gremlin-bite pirates parading through town wearing naught but a towel and brandishing a Nerf bow and arrow set.

"Come 'n feel the love!" Barbossa-who-thinks-he's-Cupid cried to the general population.

The squirrels? Totally had the cameras rolling.

[OOC: Come! Boggle!]

Current Mood: crazy

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

"G'day me hearties 'n welcome t' Friday evenin' wit' the pirate!" Barbossa said.

It was even Friday night, which was, to be frank, a completely lucky guess on his part. "Tonight's theme be music that be gettin' ye ready t' go outside. I also be openin' the help lines fer those o' ye completely confused about what ye supposed t' be doin' next Thursday. It be Valentine's Day, a day ye give wenches chocolate in exchange fer sexual-type favors."

Not really, no. "It be me favorite holiday, except fer I never buy anythin'."

That, at least, was true.

He flipped on Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive" and cranked it.

Current Mood: content

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

A very familiar voice came in over the airwaves.

"This be Barbossa, yer favorite pirate, 'n in honor o' yesterday's...well, whate'er that was, I be here t' play some o' yer favorite hits!"

No, he wasn't.

"In fact, I be playin' one hit o'er and o'er and o'er again until someone be callin' in t' tell me t' stop."

That part was true.

He cackled evilly into the mike and then Red Rubber Ball came blaring through the speakers.

Barbossa put on earplugs.

When the song was over, he hit "play" again.

And again.

And again.

ETA: Now we're playing ~~"Your Body is a Wonderland."~~ "All I Want to Do Is Make Love to You." (sorry)

Current Mood: devious

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

"It be almost Christmas, Fandom!" an all-too familiar voice boomed over the radio. "'n in honor o' the occasion, today we'll be playin' all those holiday classics that ye completely loathe."

He laughed. "'n then I'll be settin' that record on fire. We'll be startin' off wit' that bit o' Christmas drivel that showed someone be not payin' attention t' geography: 'Do They Know It's Christmas?' No, Bono, they be not knowing because they be Muslim. Keep up."

Barbossa rolled his eyes. "The lines be open. Tell me what songs ye hate the most!"

Current Mood: giddy

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin, once again, was not late in opening.

And if she had been, and if Tino had been glaring, all was forgotten when she presented him with his Christmas present. Yeah, she'd remembered. Go Robin.

[I fail at remembering. AGAIN.]

surferboy-09er.livejournal.com

Tino was displeased when he saw that the less-hot version of Dick was working today. Dick just attributed Tino's mean looks to some sort of bartender PMS. Was bartender PMS contagious? He hoped not.

Dick opened up a new bag of pretzels and started eating them. He had no memory of the last few days. Only someone who has done drugs numerous times would not be worried about that. Dick wasn't worried about it.

[...there was a snarky bartender today who told me she had bartender PMS. I still don't know what it means. Anyways, I'm around!]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa had a radio microphone, a captive audience, and no sense of what you'd call boundaries.

"Hello, me hearties!" he said jovially as he spun around. "In honor o' the new wench up at the school, I be puttin' together a special collection o' songs."

There was the sound of rustling papers. "First, though, we must all sing Happy Birthday t' the newest Winchester who be not a gun. Everyone together now!"

And then with the brash self-confidence of someone who really didn't give a damn, Barbossa bellowed out the loudest and most tonedeaf version of the song to grace the radio waves in some time."

"'n now fer wench Umbridge," Barbossa said, "I be playin' 'How Can I Miss Ye If'n Ye Won't Go Away.' O'er and o'er and o'er. Call in wit' yer requests, me hearties! And fer advice that be much better than that knave in the red jammies."

Current Mood: devious

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in.

On the stage at precisely 5:55 PM, the familiar opening of "The Final Countdown" blared and GOB strutted out onto the stage to set the mood. With illusions. There was the standard prancing and hankies and brandishing of knives, and it ended after a couple minutes with GOB wheeling a heart-shaped ring of fire out onto stage and releasing a flock of doves to fly through it.

After Tino got the resulting minor fire under control, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't matter who you are. If you're a dateless wonder or a complete slut, this night is for you. You'll get to meet several people of some gender and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to convince them to come home with you. And that, my friends, is the magic--" a large blast of smoke went off behind GOB and a banner that looked much like the sign up from - aside from the fact that the banner had yet to fall apart - dropped down behind GOB, "-- of Three Minute Dates at Caritas. My name is GOB Bluth and I'll be your host."

"When I call your name and the name of someone else, you will find each other, look longingly into each others' eyes, and figure out whether or not you give a damn about whatever they're talking about. If you do, remember that for later because you'll have to do the same thing four more times and then it's a battle of trying to figure out who you want to do more! And if everything goes!"

"Oh, and we had way too many guys again so enjoy your gay dates. Oh, and Round 4 is the gay round so everyone have fun, especially the ladies!"

[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 slap someone, you will 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 slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

solo_sword

Jaina got to the bar on time, set up, and proceeded to pour herself a Coke while she waited for people to show up.

"What?" she asked when she caught one of the zombies watching her. "No one said I couldn't."

[Around! Come play!]

Current Mood: thirsty

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

It had taken just one student racing past with a water gun for Barbossa to figure out what was going on.

Which was why he was now oh-so-oblivously snoozing on his balcony, hat down over his eyes.

Ignore the many buckets around him. And the water balloons that were hiding in subtle locations. And the part where'd he been the water balloon ninja's pirate.

He was Barbossa. He'd never think of cheating.

Really.

[OOC: Bring it!]

Current Mood: devious

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

In between customers, placing orders, and ridiculously technical and mostly superfluous paperwork, Turtle was relaxing in a chair behind the counter, carefully studying a book. To the point of taking notes, even. She was never as attentive to studying for her classes like this. But, unlike her classes, this was going to be important.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Rum*, Red, Rum*.

Turtle & Canary is open!

* No actual alcoholic content, ye landlubbers.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Now Showing:

Buccaneers of the Sea Not Entirely Unlike the Caribbean: End of the Earth

In this explosive Trilogy finale, the Buccaneers face their greatest challenge yet with even more characters than ever before.

John led Abigail up to the theater, checking out the marquee. "I hope you've seen the first two, or this might spoil you for them," he said with a grin.

[ooc: Film is obviously Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. Thread between John and Abigail locked to them, but okay for broadcast. Theater is here for all your viewing needs.]

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa was spinning around in his chair, eating an apple and filling a catalogue form to buy himself an undead monkey.

Parrots were so done, you see.

Finally he turned on the microphone. "This is Barbossa, it be some day o' the week, I be bored 'n ready t' offer ye advice. Especially if ye be a eunuch or into havin' sex wit' ferrets. Oh, yes, I be gettin' yer messages yesterday."

None of which mentioned either problem, but that had never stopped Barbossa before.

"I be playin' requests, too. Be botherin' me!"

Current Mood: drunk

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa still had a boat, the Heidy Ho III.

Barbossa still had his ~~parasol~~ umbrella to keep him from getting wet. The rain would remove that all-important layer of grime he had going.

Most importantly, Barbossa had a plan. And a sign.

Barbossa's Boatin'!
Helpin' t' get ye around Fandom without drownin'
fer mostly reasonable ~~rats~~ rates!!!!

Singin' be extra!

He didn't mention that he would be singing and they would be paying him to stop.

He put on his most innocent expression--which wasn't terribly innocent--and practiced ~~yowling~~ singing opera as he waited for customers to slog on up.

The two squirrels already in the stern wearing little striped costumes like gondoliers rolled their eyes.

Current Mood: chipper

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky gleefully listened to the message on her voicemail again, and decided there was no way she could be misunderstanding it.

Ha. Take that, random radio girl.

She took her spot behind the desk, kicking her feet up on it with a smug smile on her face.

kawalsky.livejournal.com

Kawalsky wasn't really feeling up to a full practice session. He was here anyway, skating around, waiting for those who were going to show up this week.

pubkeeper.livejournal.com

Spike's Pub

Open Mic Night

Wednesday

Bring your poetry or guitar. If you got some bleeding stupid notion of givin' a demonstration of your "performance art," I just might have to set you on fire. Consider yourself warned.

MacGyver $2 shots brought to you by myself and

manofthemullet.

Entertainment potentially to feature some young lad called

bloody_rockgod.

Have at it, kids.

[OOC: My schedule for being able to check this is pretty limited to about 9 to 5 Eastern M-F, and I'll try to "open" the bar back up the next day with a new thread when my time permits. Since I get on from work, sometimes it can get a little difficult if I'm having a busy day.]

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Gremlin Party, Unexplored Wooded Area, Sunday Evening

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

The First Annual Fandom High Convention- Community Center- Sunday morning/afternoon

The docks [sundown]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Pirate Radio [Friday afternoon]

The Park [afternoon]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

The Park, Saturday Evening

Pirate Radio [Wednesday afternoon]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Pirate Radio [Thursday afternoon]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

Outside the radio station [all day]

Caritas, Saturday evening

The docks [afternoon]

Caritas [Saturday evening] Three Minute Dates!

The park [afternoon]

Barbossa "Schedules are for other people" Radio

Radio Program of Pure Evil [all. damn. day.]

Christmas Edition Pirate Radio [afternoon]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

Wines, Wenches, 'n Whate'er [afternoon]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open, especially to daters]

Caritas, Wednesday, July 25

Pirate Radio Station [Friday afternoon]

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 06/20 ]

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Saturday Evening

Wine, Wenches 'n Song [all day]

Just Outside School Gates [all day]

The Fourth Sin - Thursday Night

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