Between all the... everything, about those two days with Ez, especially when it had gone south from both their ends, and the meltdown he'd had on Kathy a few weeks back-- it was beginning to occur to Dante that maybe he wasn't as okay as he'd been playing at for the past. Oh.

Year? Two years? Was it the first time he'd killed Vergil that the pit at the heart of his being had been born, or the second?

Whatever it was, Dante had elected to deal with it the way he always dealt with things when they were at their worst: he'd taken off to this universe's Baltimore, played at his favorite open mic place until his voice was raw, and gotten completely shitfaced. He wasn't sure how he'd wound up back on the island, in the park, but it had happened... somewhere along the line?

Whatever it was, the Dante who'd passed out in the grass near the duck pond was not the Dante who woke up in that same place, the sensation of a sword cleaving through the air right by his head still in his skin, and a low, dry, and painfully familiar voice ringing in his ears-- "I know how stubborn you can be. I thought it might be the only way to wake you."

He lurched upright, hand shooting up to feel the stubble on his chin. Wait. That wasn't stubble. That was on its way to a fucking beard. "...What day is it?" His eyes shot open. "...And am I late for the reunion?"

[[ open ]]

seveninchmotto

It continued to be far too hot in New York. And Flick had made some pretty persuasive points about Isabelle not spending all her time in her office, so, here she was. Not in her office. And not even in New York.

She'd chosen Fandom because while Alicante would've been nice, Fandom had air conditioning, iced lattes, and wifi. And those were all things Isabelle thought she rightfully deserved after the last while. Also, browsing clothing store sites on her phone definitely counted as work. There was an official Institute function coming up! She needed something befitting of an acting leader.

So she was seated by the window, enjoying the chance to see some sunlight and not feel smothered by it.

[ooc: Open post/place!]

seveninchmotto

Isabelle had been looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend with Flick in Alicante. Her father was away from Idris on business and she had his whole house to herself.

But then her morning training had been interrupted by a fire message. We're here on Fandom and hungry. Anna. And that sent Isabelle's plans on a wholly different course, which involved dropping everything and fetching Flick from the Academy (on horseback, how else?) so they could take a portal to Fandom.

And now they were making their way to Jeff, God of Biscuits because that seemed like the likeliest place to find their kid –- kids. A least, if Anna's insistence on them buying her bagels last time around had been anything to go by.

"By the Angel, I wonder who the other one is."

That was not the first time she'd said that o the trek from Idris to here.

[ooc: Izzy's here for the fiancée and the brats, but post is open for your pastry needs!]

notgetkilled

Work hadn't been much of a priority for Bellamy lately. With Clarke leaving, he'd stepped up his attempts to get home and had failed every single time. She'd left and she'd left him behind and wasn't that how it always went? He didn't have Octavia and now he didn't have his one connection to his home.

Work was something to distract him so he was here today, paging through a magazine and trying not to act as surly as he felt.

[Open! No OCD]

Current Mood: aggravated

seveninchmotto

It was Isabelle's last shift at Wonka's.

It was probably going to be Isabelle's last shift at any job that paid actual money, ever. She didn't see herself having a future that involved standing behind counters serving people. The way she saw it, she'd be in the shadows, making sure other people could go on with their business, whether it was standing behind counters or in front of counters or anything else.

And that was fine with her.

Another thing she was fine with? Finding one last dirty note tucked in the side of the cash register. Perks of working the shift after your boyfriend had his.

[ooc: Open! Though subject to SP. Existence of note modded with permission.]

seveninchmotto

Oh, good. Wonka's was back to being grumpy today, courtesy of one Isabelle Lightwood.

There was also now a sale on all manner of sour candies. Sour gummies, sour hard candies, even some chocolates with a sour filling. It was a theme. She was expressing her angst in a creative and productive way. Honest.

Hey, it was better than that one time she'd thrown candy at Flick at this very store!

[ooc: Open, if you dare!]

flickofthewrist

If Flick's timing was correct, he didn't have too many shifts left on the island. It was sad in a way but considering where he was going, he couldn't be that sad. He was pumped, excited, ready for something new. The candy was stocked up and a few pieces were sitting in front of Flick. Every so often, he'd pop one into his mouth to eat.

His laptop was out and he was browsing more furniture. He needed to get that apartment filled up before he left.

[Open, no OCD]

seveninchmotto

Rejoice, Isabelle was in a good mood today! And she was even using her newly incessant picture-taking in a productive way, because it was ample motivation for making sure all the displays around the store were extra pretty. Of course, this meant there were probably too numerous #wonkas #aesthetic candy photos posted on her Instagram account today, but at least that wouldn't hurt anyone. Except people trying to keep from craving candy.

It was even part of her job to make people crave candy to make them buy candy, so really, the social media was just part of her job!

[ooc: I just spent far too long trying to google for particularly pretty candy and came up with nothing. Open!]

flickofthewrist

The bruise on Flick's cheek had morphed into a really ugly shade of brown and yellow by Saturday. It was still tender to the touch but it was healing. His lip was no longer puffy and the gash that had opened up was scabbing over. So, all in all, Flick had looked worse.

He'd taken some of the morning to stock up on what candy needed to be refilled before sitting down and wondering if he should put out the dark chocolate bacon bar or some Thai Tamarind Candy.

In the end, he put both out on the counter in front of him. See which one sold quickest.

[Open]

notgetkilled

Bellamy's nightmare was still ongoing. He'd hoped (stupidly) that possibly spending a few days on this island would be enough to get him back home. Whatever had sent him here in the first place had been given plenty of time to correct itself. But, when he'd tried to leave this morning, he'd been sent right back to the spot in the woods he'd been squatting since he'd arrived.

Bellamy wasn't ready to say that Clarke was right but she was probably right and it was pissing him off. He'd left everything of his in the woods, covered up by the jacket he didn't need. He'd walked into town only because he was hungry. He'd managed to get himself a meal at some place that sold hamburgers because one of the locals took pity on him.

Bellamy didn't want pity but he did want a deal so he smiled and nodded as any nice gentleman would. Once his hunger was satisfied, he wandered around the town, stopping inside this place so he could sit down and think.

They didn't make him buy anything but considering he was still pretty bedraggled and dirty, the staff behind the counter were keeping a close eye on him. Bellamy ignored them and rubbed his hands tiredly over his face.

He hoped Octavia was all right.

[ Open place/post ]

Current Mood: aggravated

seveninchmotto

Bad news, candy buyers: the Bad Mood Brigade was still at large at Wonka's. Yep, this time it was Isabelle's turn to stand behind the counter and look a little sour.

When she wasn't casting glances towards the gummi bear display by the back wall, that was. She could swear she could see movement there every once in a while, just barely, out of the corner of her eye.

Her electrum whip was coiled on the counter next to the cash register. Maybe she'd get lucky and get an excuse to use it on some unruly gummies.

[ooc: Open!]

seveninchmotto

Isabelle had never had a job before. Not one that paid, anyway. Bein a Shadowhunter was a fulltime gig, and their money was old. So all in all... this was pretty exciting for Isabelle. Not that she was about to admit that to anyone, of course. She was too cool to be publicly excited about selling candy.

Smiling while she walked around the store and familiarized herself with the various products, though? Very much allowed.

[ooc: Open store is open!]

smilestopscars

There was a small chance of rain on the island today, but as the weather was still warm enough, that had not stopped the school administration for having the customary brunch outdoors in the park. It just meant some more canopies had been set out, to protect both the alumni as well as all the food and drink on offer from any possible rain.

There were flowers and streamers in blue and gold on tables, as well as perhaps some tasteful glitter.

Okay, more than enough glitter. Sorry, bad habit.

bigdamnprincipal

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom tended to be a creative ~~and violent~~ lot.

As the sun went down, the tiki torches came out, so there was no rush to head back indoors. It was time for an evening of fun!

[Here is your pre-reunion party! *boogies*]

flickofthewrist

Why Flick had agreed to work for a guy with his face, he didn't know. It seemed like easy enough money even if that was something he didn't really need. And the side benefit of being around so much candy was a pretty good motivator too.

Still, Flick wasn't all that used to standing behind a counter or walking around a store for long hours so he was a little fidgety to start out with. At some point, his twitchiness got the best of him and he'd started building some small candy town made up of candy corn, gummi bears and licorice.

Don't ask.

[Open!]

Current Mood: creative

seveninchmotto

What a weird weekend. This wasn't even Isabelle's first time going through this but still, what a weird weekend. And since Anna had had some quality time alone with her dad yesterday, now it was Mom's turn. The time on Saturday didn't count. There had been too much calming down involved in that.

Isabelle had considered the salle, but had setted for the open air of the park instead. They were nearing the duck pond, now. Soon, there'd be flamingos.

"So, how is your training going?"

[ooc: Izzy's here for the daughter, but the post is open!]

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 ]

pasunereveuse.livejournal.com

Gretel, as per usual, hadn't exactly slept well the first night in a new town. But she was up and patrolling all the same. Her crossbow hung at her side -- no reason to scare the fuck out of some innocent passer-by, after all. (Too many incidents like that, she'd learned, sometimes meant a significantly decreased reward, too.)

It wasn't like she was expecting to just find a witch, either, here in broad daylight. But you could never be too careful.

[and let us commence the celebration of leather pants. :D open for her brother or anyone else who might be wandering around town!]

flickofthewrist

This tiny town was growing more and more dull with each second that ticked by. Chase had amused himself in all the ways he knew how but he was getting to the point where toying with people wasn't going to tide him over. He wanted power and he wanted it now.

That meant getting back to Caleb and his little merry band of friends. Of course, Chase hadn't quite figured out where he was but that didn't matter. His plan was to leave his mark on this place with either some death or destruction and then find Caleb.

But, first? Breakfast. Chase had picked up a well balanced meal consisting of a bagel and some coffee at one of the local shops and then left a nice, small fire in the bathroom. Easy to put out but fun nonetheless. Now, he was sprawled on the bench, eating his breakfast and contemplating what he wanted to do first.

So many options!

[Open! Chase is still his delightful self and the list of things he can do is here, in case you do want to try and take him on. ETA Warning For: Violence, blood, language and trauma]

Current Mood: relaxed

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

The carnival was still going strong, and of course the booths were always a big draw! Whether you wanted to kiss someone, see them sopping wet in late October in Maryland, or just throw pie in their face, there was plenty more to do!

There was probably still glitter involved somehow.

[Post I | Kissing booths | Dunk tanks | Pie tossing | OOC]

not_every_mage

It was a crisp day, with a distinct nip of frost in the air that made Anders pull his coat closer around him on the way to work and riots of red and yellow leaves eddying about with every breeze. The harvest decor that had infected the shop since July finally fit the weather outside.

Which, naturally, meant the box Anders opened as soon as he got to the shop was full of winter-themed decorations -- tinsel icicles, paper snowflakes, and dozens of figurines of a fat white-haired man in a red suit.

It seemed early to take down the autumn decor, but Anders hated to leave the latest supplies in their box to rot. Which was how the skeletons ended up decked in tinsel, and a fleet of tiny Santa Clauses came to be posed among the pumpkins in the window display. It was cheerful, if a bit of an overload for a fairly small store.

[OOC: Open Magic Box, no OCD!]

endsthegame

The school had instructed everyone going on the fall break trip to gather up at the causeway late on Sunday afternoon.

There was a little designated area for the luggage to the right, while students and teachers could gather up on the left. There'd been an instruction about winter wear in the invite, too - hopefully everyone had complied, considering their destination.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the portal.

[[ open for all trip-goers. first trip post will go up later today. ]]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

It was another brightly sunny day today, with a few clouds scattered across the sky above, and the flamingos were out in full force, congregating by the edge of the pond to watch the events that were going on in the park today. When the park got busy, food tended to be involved in great quantities, and several of the large pink birds were hoping that maybe somebody would throw some shrimp their way.

Wouldn't you like to, parents and assorted other visitors? Ignore the glitter and the people food, stop talking to those ridiculous teenagers you were here to see, and come pay attention to the birds!

Or don't. It wasn't like the flamingos could do anything about it, anyway.

[Open brunch is open!]

seveninchmotto

With how Isabelle had been feeling lately, she was hesitant to call anything a good day, because any day could take a wrong turn into feeling like her chest was caving in if she happened to be reminded of the wrong things, but... Isabelle had an okay day happening today. She'd already gotten some training in early in the morning, she had a big, hopefully relaxing sleepover planned with Flick for tonight, and right now she was taking a moment to watch the flamingos in the park, just because they looked pretty and she had nowhere to get to in a hurry. She even wondered idly if a few of their kind could thrive in the rooftop greenhouse back home, although Jace would probably hate them,

Of course, she didn't know yet that her mother was on the island. But, she would find that out sooner or later. Just... not yet. For now, the only thing commanding her attention were the pink birds.

[ooc: Open! Whether it be for bothering Isabelle, or (a little later) Maryse, or for completely un-Lightwood-related park needs!]

doesnotkneel

It had been warm a fair bit longer than Edward was used to - by now back home would be rain-soaked and miserable, ambling quickly towards cold. He supposed that was what the Americas were like, then: warmer than they ought to be, not that he was complaining. In fact, he'd had half a mind to take advantage of the heat while he still could, but matters and letters had gotten in the way.

Of course, when he finally did find the time to go to the beach for a swim, there were threatening clouds piling on up ahead. They didn't seem to do the temperature much harm, however; he decided, after a moment, that he could chance the rain this once. After all, the clouds could be a sign that the weather was turning for autumn sooner rather than later.

He tugged his shirt off over his head and rushed into the water, pushing through his own shivering - it had gotten colder than the last time he'd done this. Still, it was nice, and soon enough he was splashing about, making good time, swimming circles and letting his muscles have a workout.

Aye, it'd been a good idea - as long as those clouds didn't do nothing.

[[ open! ]]

fh_thumbprick

Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

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

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

seveninchmotto

The singing at the dorms was atrocious. And really not something anyone needed when they were planning a rescue operation of sorts with the time ticking away. So, Isabelle had shuffled Flick and his ever-present laptop (ever-present in the last week anyway) into town for breakfast, and had then taken her leave for a breath of fresh air and a lack of singing.

Her aimless walking had taken her to the beach, where she was standing now, looking out towards the horizon. Her heels were off, neatly set down next to her, and her toes were digging into the sand. Just one more way to feel grounded, especially since she hadn't managed more than about fifteen minutes in the gym this morning. She knew there wasn't much in Flick's world that could scare her, and that her little guard mission would go just fine even if any thugs showed up. That didn't mean she wasn't a little on edge because of it.

A moment, and she gathered up some of the skirt of her dress so she could walk into the water without getting it wet. She wasn't very good at just standing still for any extended periods of time.

[ooc: Open beach/post! Flick modded with permission.]

seveninchmotto

Mother's Day wasn't really a thing for Shadowhunters. Regardless, Isabelle had heard about it enough over the last week or so that she'd actually ended up taking off for New York on Saturday morning. She'd even brought roses for her mother. And they'd spent some nice family time together. It had involved various kinds of Shadowhunter-y practice. Were you surprised?

Isabelle had stuck around for a while this morning – to take full advantage of the training room, and her room, and having her family around her – but she was already back in Fandom now. Too much of a good thing, or something. She had a soda and a pastry, and was sitting outside J,GoB, just watching the occasional townsperson pass by, and wondering how she'd ever managed to adapt to a place this small.

Maybe she wasn't such a city girl through and through after all.

[open post in town is indeed open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Now that everyone had survived graduation, it was time to celebrate with brunch foods!

Shhh, tasty traditions were important.

There were tables and chairs set up in the park, along with a buffet of moddable brunch foods. Hopefully, anyone nursing a hangover or multiple hickeys could hide that business in front of their loved ones!

ultron_junior

After he closed up at the shop, Victor ran back to the dorms to get ready for his date with Isabelle. This involved putting extra gel in his hair in a (mostly failed) attempt to get it to stop doing the stupid thing it was currently doing and -- because Isabelle seemed classy that way -- changing into a shirt with buttons and an actual collar.

And now he was rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited in front of the sushi place. Raw fish wasn't normally his first pick, but it seemed like a good night to try new-ish things.

[OOC: Primarily for Isabelle but it is, after all, an open restaurant.]

solarhippie

Just like a portal had appeared in the park on Saturday morning, one now appeared late on Monday again. But whereas the first portal had sent children of various ages and parentages tumbling onto the island, this one sent out a call that all said children had to heed.

It was time to say goodbye and go home.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Just before 8:00, Bruce walked up onto the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile. "Hello, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. I'm not exactly sure how I got roped into this to begin with, but I agreed because it kept me from participating for once. Trust me, my dating history doesn't really need another five dates in a night. That said, I will be at the bar once this is done, so you can still have a chance to chat me up if you really want to."

After a very brief pause for laughter, Bruce clapped his hands together. "Well, without further ado, let's get this started. I'll read off a bunch of pairings, then you'll have three minutes until the air horn sounds..." Which it did, just then. Bruce visibly cringed. "Then it's time to cover your ears and run off to your next date once I call your name. It's just five rounds, so you'll be done with this in no time. Good luck."

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

[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 been completed. You have permission to play.

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 when I'm snowed in like Edward. Zing!]

graveyardwolf.livejournal.com

Isaac didn't really actually need an excuse to take Isabelle out, but having one was a nice buffer for their whatever-the-hell-the-term-was kids called casual dating these days. So thanks for being a complete and utter douchebag, Chuck.

"Don't judge me if I order half the menu," Isaac said to Isabelle. "The full moon's this week."

It was sort of like PMS in the way that it made Isaac slightly grumpy and caused him to eat everything in sight.

[For the date! Up early for timezones and, you know, because I felt like it]

flickofthewrist

Before tonight, the only places that Flick had eaten at on the island had consisted of the pizza place and the Chinese restaurant. Everything else seemed a little too upscale for him. It brought back memories of his time in Connecticut and the fancy dinner parties his father used to throw. Exotic (and Italian was exotic to him) foods were the norm there and he'd grown to hate anything that wasn't microwaveable and easily eaten on the run.

But, he'd stepped a little out of his box tonight and gone with Italian. He figured there'd be pasta, at the least, so things wouldn't be completely unfamiliar. When he got there, the waiter kept trying to bring him pea soup for some reason and Flick kept refusing it because gross. He eventually had to threaten to withhold a tip if the pea soup kept coming and that seemed to straighten the waiter out.

Now, he was at his table, legs stretched out and phone in hands while he waited. There weren't too many messages, thankfully. An email from Gwendolyn, still taunting him, and even one from Mandel though it was more form letter than anything else. His father was, lucky for him, still out of contact.

And yes, he was wearing something nice. He hadn't gone as far as a tie (no, thank you) but dark slacks and a button up long sleeved shirt had met the appropriate dress code. They hadn't turned him away at the door.

[Flick's there for someone but hey, it's an open place in town!]

Current Mood: relaxed

handsome-me.livejournal.com

There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

pandora-baddies.livejournal.com

It felt like a finale day, didn't it, Fandom? ~~It wasn't.~~ Word had been passed around that this would be the day Fandom would rise up and charge at Hyperion's dig site in the afternoon, and make an attempt to break through the perimeter to discover just what was happening inside, and whether the Vault key was there, and whether they could get it away from Hyperion if it was.

It was a noble goal!

One that their guests on the island had no prior knowledge about, of course. The dig site continued to be operational and heavily guarded, although the noise level was even lower than yesterday. Maybe that was good, or maybe that was bad. Elsewhere on the island, some posters celebrating Handsome Jack (so that's what he looked like! … maybe) and Hyperion had appeared on walls.

Meanwhile, there continued to be weird and wonderful creatures out in the preserve, and in the east, some of the psychos were starting to roam outside of their previously established comfort zone. Even maniacs got bored, see. They needed a change.

Happy weekend, Fandom. And happy desperate attack day.

graveyardwolf.livejournal.com

Isaac thought his little task was kind of dumb, but if he was more self-aware he'd realize it was fitting for his status as pack buttmonkey (a title he probably shared with Jackson). But, hey, he'd get first dibs on the good snacks and he brought Isabelle along so it was kind of like a date! A date to get Ho Hos and Snowballs. And possibly they'd get to punch people, which was always fun.

"I hope this place has those nasty microwave burritos. They're awesome."

[For the modded lady and some bad guys!]

bigdamnprincipal

Despite all the years she'd lived in Fandom, Zoe was still a little vague on some of the details of Thanksgiving. However, she did have enough information that she was fairly certain the holiday wasn't celebrated with glitter, and yet, once the community center was decorated for the potluck, there were glitter-covered paper cutouts of turkeys all over the place.

Really, she just wasn't going to question it anymore, and hopefully anyone who was still around for the holiday would be too busy enjoying the food enough to notice.

[For anyone who's still in Fandom for Thanksgiving! Up early so I don't forget when I wake up!]

nottrivial

There wasn't really anything out of the ordinary today about Alec's day and the way he was going about it. He had a little bit of inventory to do and a shelf to rearrange. Ordinary weapons store stuff.

The only noteworthy thing about his workday was the fact that he was wearing a spectacularly ugly sweater - far uglier than even his usual ugly sweaters. It was neon lilac, and historically he had found it useful for fighting demons who happened to bleed neon lilac-colored blood. There were a few dark stains on the sleeves and the chest from just that.

Someone could argue that Alec was using this distractingly ugly sweater to sublimate his frustration over not being able to remember much of what had happened last weekend when he'd been a small child. However, they would be wrong. Alec didn't even realize this sweater was so ugly. So.

seveninchmotto

It was an evening for dressing up! And Isabelle had dressed up too. Just... not in a costume, but her Shadowhunter gear. Boots buckled up to her knees, black pants and shirt hugging her form, the fabric on both covered with near-invisible silvery runes. And she had her whip coiled around one arm like a slightly over the top bracelet. She had other weapons hidden on her person too, naturally. It was her way.

She wasn't even expecting to run into any trouble. But she'd made plans with Alec to patrol anyway. If everyone else wanted to be dressing up as monsters and Downworlders and whatever, let them. Isabelle and Alec would just make sure nothing bad slipped into town while people were having fun.

But for now, they hand't met up yet, and she was still alone, just walking the streets. Keeping watch for anything out of the ordinary – gremlins in pumpkin masks didn't count – and still getting acquainted with the streets and the town.

It was not New York. Tonight, that almost seemed boring. ... Apart from the candy rain, obviously.

[ooc: Up early because timezones. Expecting one but omg oooopen!]

seveninchmotto

Some might have said that Isabelle had been training for two in her gym session this morning. She herself would rather have claimed boredom as the reason, rather than anything to do with Alec still being stuck in feline form. And anyway, Hodge had been urging her to keep up the training even here, so that was what she was doing.

Not at this moment, though. A pumpkin spice coffee and a giant muffin weren't really training, they were just a post-class snack that she thought she'd earned with her training and her puzzle solving. And side-eyeing the Halloween decorations in a judgey fashion was just entertainment, even if the barista didn't seem to be pleased by her declaring his plastic skeleton unconvincing. Halloween wasn't really her kind of holiday. The idea of going to a party for it seemed just weird so she was already fashioning other plans for tomorrow night while she watched the street outside from her table by the window.

All the pumpkin stuff in food and beverages, though? Those could stay.

[Oooopen.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was mostly sunny and still warm, at least for an October day. Basically, perfect weather for a big old group meal in the park. Plenty of food and drink was set up, as was plenty of seating for everyone who might possibly show up.

Parents and family, this was your last big event here this weekend. Go ahead and make it count, because your kids will be trying to hide from you for the next year.

[OOC: Up super early because I haven't been able to sleep yet, which means I will eventually end up crashing until very late in the morning. And I'd rather post this early than late.]

genesishero

The sun was out, as the sun always tended to be for these things, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Sure, there was a bit of pollen drifting about on the light breeze coming in from over the water, but it was really that time of year, wasn't it? Easy enough to explain something as simple as pollen to any people visiting today. Possibly less easy to explain that feeling that came along with it, of course.

Still, there was food and there were tables, and blue and gold decorations strung up through the park with glitter in abundance.

... Or was that more pollen?

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2013

[Open! Have at thee! Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC | Post Two]

allhopeliesinme.livejournal.com

It would be difficult to explain the past hour outside of Caritas. Suffice it to say, there were regrets, laser blasts, and several gremlins who owed Doctor Doom their lives since he spared them. Nevertheless, he had something to deal with now.

As Doom strode into the lounge at Caritas just before 8 PM, a second Doom - identical to the first in every way, except that he was a robot - walked onto the stage.

"ASK NO QUESTIONS!" the Doombot ordered. "BEGIN YOUR DATES, AS PAIRED TOGETHER BY DOOM!"

Apparently rounds tonight would be determined by the Doombot yelling at you. Good to know!

[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. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ UP. Play on, my friends Big thanks to

throughaphase for the assist!

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.]

nottrivial

This was a joke, right? Alec looked down at the boxes that had just arrived.

They were clearly costume weapons -- some collapsible swords, some plastic toy guns, the odd fake bow -- but he couldn't figure out what the deal was with the colorful staffs attached to handles meant to look like metal, with on and off switches that made the staffs light up and glow. Seriously, what were they? And why would anyone fight with such brightly-colored, obvious, noticable weapons? Especially when they were so long. Who wanted to carry those around?

Alec had a lot of questions. Even though they were just costumes. He eyed the box for a long time after setting up a halfhearted display. Maybe too long a time.

graveyardwolf.livejournal.com

Well. Like goblin looking things wearing party hats is a new one, but if they weren't getting near his coffee then Isaac couldn't complain. His money situation was still non-existent but he found Stiles was more than willing to lend him some if he looked adorable and gave a vague threat. So thanks for the latte, Stilinski.

He picked a cake up from the chair he was planning to sit on. Huh. Free food.

[Open!]

myownface

"What use is sitting alone in your room?"

Sparkle was cleaning shop at Demon Marcus today. With all the newbies running around, it wouldn't do to have the place a mess, after all.

"Come hear the music play!"

He'd already filled a box with empty hangers, and was now prancing around the store with a featherduster, alternating between actually using it and singing into the handle like it was a microphone.

"Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret!"

Just wait until it was time to break out the Windex.

[Open!]

myownface

Sparkle was dressed up nicely today, if only because he hadn't managed to do his laundry since Friday's unfortunate food fight with Atton. There had been a mustard-smeared kitten to clean, and that had been an exercise in masochism and creative application of band-aids, right there. But, really, he couldn't care less about what people thought of him today. While the rest of the population of the island had visitors, Sparkle had... to work. Or, well, "work." He couldn't be bothered to do anything particularly strenuous today, no.

And so, Sparkle's shift at Demon Marcus was going to be spent standing in the doorway to the back room, wadding up hideous sweaters and seeing if he could chuck them into the burn barrel from there.

Look, you pass the weekend your way, and Sparkle will pass it in his.

[Open!]

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