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"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

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!

cheerbuffy.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

fh_office

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! ]]

myownface

So, Sparkle's week had been kind of... eh. And then kind of oh. And then there'd been glitter last night and that whole thing had been pretty yesssss.

This morning, as a result, he was actually in a pretty okay mood, right up until a pack of gremlins rounded the corner, arms outstretched, making little moaning sounds at him.

Sparkle was not always stupid. Gremlins and zombies were two things on his 'no touchy' list, so he'd ducked into the Demon Marcus, kind of surprised to realize that he still had his old key for the place, and set up camp perched up on top of the counter, ankles well away from the floor, armed with a hat rack. Any time a gremlin came near, he gave it a mighty swing and thumped the ugly little shit straight into next week.

... It was kind of stupid just how much this felt like a regular shift at his old place of employment. And then he started wondering if maybe there was something to that.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free! Sparkle's going to be taking over running this place from here on in, and I couldn't resist laying the seeds for that now. THIS WEEKEND IS AMAZING.]

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

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

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Buffy had showed up at the dance, but then decided to skip out early and hang out in the cemetery like the olden days. She doubted there'd be anything worth staking tonight- hopefully- but given how event weekends had gone in her day, better safe than sorry.

So there she was, sitting on top of a gravestone, waiting for something to happen.

[I missed patrol posts! Open!]

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...]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Mary never should have agreed to run a promotional deal with Portalocity. When they sent over their first list of reservations for the weekend, it was no big deal. When a second list arrived 20 minutes later with more reservations, Mary found more rooms, although it took a little bit of effort. When the third list of reservations arrived, Mary called over two of her maids to ask if there were any additional rooms available. Unfortunately, there weren't many, due to gremlin damage. When Portalocity faxed over a fourth list of additional reservations, Mary started frantically trying to call the Portalocity representatives to tell them that the hotel had no rooms left. But there was no answer, and then another fax arrived from the Portalocity offices with even more reservations.

Somehow, Mary managed to find beds for everyone, even if it meant a roll-away cot in a shared room. But she had a feeling it was going to be a rough weekend. "Free breakfast for everyone this weekend," she told Gunther. "Maybe we should throw in free lunch and dinner as well if they want it. We're going to have some unhappy guests complaining about the arrangements all weekend and we might as well give them something. Oh, and can you grab all the extra spoons you can find? Someone requested them."

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