Jalian was still tweaking her Doorway, and if she were honest with herself, maybe dithering a bit. She needed to return and stop Armageddon, but she was in no hurry to subject herself to that backwards skip again, or to the long job ahead.

So instead she was doing everything she could to improve and enhance it with knowledge from this timeline and everything JARVIS could tell her about others.

She made a few more tweaks, then stepped back and cycled the power. "How's that, JARVIS?"

[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]

okteiviakom

It was early in the morning, at least for a Sunday.

And Octavia was out, roaming the streets. Or at least walking around, eyeing everything with the kind of wary looks that you gave things when you weren't quite sure you could trust any of it. Or believe it, even. None of this was what she was used to.

And maybe she looked it, in her warrior gear.

She stopped at a shop window at random. The place was closed right now, but there was a window display full of merchandise, and it looked so foreign and alien to her. Not the things themselves – although comic books and collectible figurines also weren't really within the scope of Octavia's life experience – but the way they were being displayed so proudly behind a glass for seemingly no reason.

Look, she understood what shops were. She just wasn't used to them.

So she was frowning at the window of a comic book store. That was not weird at all.

[ooc: Open! Feel free to run into the wary warrior lady either outside Android's Dungeon or just somewhere in the streets.]

kenselvren

Another week, more fine-tuning of the Doorway.

At least, that was the plan.

Jalian scowled at the "customer" in front of her. "I don't care what anybody else did, I am not making your toaster fly."

She was going to put her foot down on this one.

And then end up doing it anyway, because arguing with males was stupid.

Stark's was open!

kenselvren

Jalian had been procrastinating. It wasn't much like her, but this was a big thing - she needed to go back and stop Armageddon. Portalocity couldn't get her where she needed to go, but they could get her back to where she came from. And she now had a functional Doorway.

It had nearly killed her the first time, though, so she was determined to make it a little easier this time if she could.

Fortunately, she had more than just Corvichi technology on her side this time.

She made another adjustment. "How's that, JARVIS?"

She'd be there to help if anyone needed repairs, but otherwise she was occupied.

[Open post! No OCD.]

bigdamnprincipal

It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, glittery red eyes.

Nothing in the decorations looked like a rabbit though. Some memories were just too much to make fun of.

Welcome to Prom, folks!

[OCD is up! Getting this up early for potential SP needs! | Arrive/Mingle : Photographer : Food and Punch : Dance Floor : Shadowy Corners : Chaperones : Prom Court : OOC ]

kenselvren

Jalian had shown up and called back the Doorway's last probe, then set that and the waiting ones aside and started taking the thing apart. Not completely, but enough that she could carry it. She had an idea she'd need it later.

And if anybody needed anything fixed, she could probably find time for that. At some point.

[Open post!]

tigerundercover

Raven was back.

She'd tried to relax. She really did. She'd had every intention of taking to the bed Hardison had offered her and not getting up for the foreseeable future, but it turned out sleeping in a bed was really weird after you'd spent as long as she had sleeping rough. And that waking up at the sound of people moving around so you didn't get eaten didn't turn off like a switch. After her fifth time starting awake, this time because the heat had turned itself back on, she gave up on trying and decided to go out for a walk.

Walking was easy. Walking was what she did now.

She'd managed to remember to leave Hardison a note at least -- mostly because he'd left her one first, or she absolutely would have just wandered off -- and she'd even remembered to mimic wearing weather appropriate clothing so she didn't give anyone on the streets a heart attack over the naked girl.

And well, if she was cataloguing the various ways she could take out the passersby if they happened to look at her the wrong way. . . . At least she hadn't actually acted on any of those plans yet?

Turned out you couldn't turn that instinct off like a switch, either.

[ooc: Raven is back! And officially townified. Open to anyone who wants to wander by.]

kenselvren

Jalian was at the absolute worst phase of her Doorway - sitting and waiting. She even had plenty of probes for the time being; there was nothing to do but to see if it could find the timeline Raven was trapped in.

So instead, she was forced to do things that people brought to her. Well, that or be bored, and she didn't do bored well.

There was some work left over from Peridot the previous day, too. Why did somebody want a toaster that would fly?

She wrapped that one in tape with a letter on it that said, This is stupid. You will never catch it. and went to work on the rest.

[Open post! No OCD]

teenagewarhead.livejournal.com

The weather in the park was cool, crisp and pleasant. Not too hot and not too cold. If Goldilocks was attending the school she would have called it "just right." The traditional decorated tent had all been set up, complete with various tables, an expansive buffet which included a grill and barbecued items, and the all important shadowy corners.

And a moderate amount of glitter here and there.

There was also a very shiny banner that read:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2016

Welcome parents and friends. Watch out for the glitter. That stuff gets everywhere.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

[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.

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

kenselvren

When Jalian arrived at Stark's today, there was a...thing...in the middle of the floor. It looked mostly as if someone had smashed a toaster oven...radio?

"JARVIS?" she asked. "What is this?"

"A communication device, I believe," JARVIS answered. He added wryly, "It doesn't work."

"That isn't surprising," Jalian said. She rolled her eyes and set about repairing the thing.

"I believe, Miss," JARVIS started.

"Don't worry," she insisted. "I can do it."

One of these days, someone would listen to JARVIS. Today wasn't that day.

[OOC: Open post! Thanks to

angry_pie_slice for the device description.]

Current Location: Stark's

kenselvren

Jalian's Doorway was sitting in a corner, and she checked it, sighed, and sent another probe through. It was all waiting now, seeing when a probe would find the right timeline.

So until then, she might as well get work done. Stark's was open!

[Open post, no OCD!]

Current Location: Stark's

uncertain_dume

Kanan had made a grave mistake today. Kanan had wandered out beyond the Causeway, had actually explored some of the planet out beyond Fandom that morning. It had been pleasant. Uncomfortably pleasant. Aggressively pleasant. So pleasant that it had left him with sore eyes and a bit of a tic in one of the muscles in his cheek. Not to mention the three technicolor dogs, the flying kitten, and the smiling white bear with a purple penguin on its shoulders that had attempted to follow him back to the island. He'd managed to lose the bear and the penguin when they got distracted by the flamingos on Doctor Lecter's front lawn, and the flying kitten and two of the dogs had pranced off to play when Kanan had ducked into the Perk to get something to drink.

Tea, today. Some kind of herbal thing with no caffeine whatsoever, to the barista's wide-eyed bemusement.

Which left Kanan with just one puppy, prancing along behind him as he made his way into the park, found a quiet spot on the lawn, and sat himself down, setting his tea down nearby.

The puppy sat down on the other side.

"I'm not keeping you," he stated, squinting down at the pup who was looking expectantly back up at him, all white fur with rainbow dalmation spots, giving his tail a wag. "You can't stay. I'm going to close my eyes, and I'm going to meditate, and when I'm done meditating, you'll have left, deal?"

The puppy watched as Kanan closed his eyes. And then laid himself down for a nap, flopping his little body so that he was resting solidly against the man's hip.

Kanan sighed.

[OOC: We're too damn efficient and I've been granted a five day weekend from the animation mines because we finished everything before WB gave us more work to do. Save me from myself, please.]

kenselvren

Jalian was back this week and working on her Doorway again, now that she had fingers. There was still so much to do, but she was getting closer to being able to test it.

Of course, that could take a very long time, and any number of probes.

So she was mostly just scowling at people that had other things to fix. They were slowing her down!

[Open post!]

rebelseekspizza

The warehouse Ringo had picked out really was the best one of the lot: everything was intact and reasonably clean, just empty. The ground floor had a huge empty area that Dante had immediately claimed as the site of their party. Between him (and okay fine, his StuCo experience) and Ringo, they'd gotten a sound system set up and repurposed a minifridge or two for drinks. Dante was a little sketchy on where they'd gotten the cooler from, but between those three things and the stuff that didn't need to be cold, he figured they were full up on booze and soda.

He'd dragged Ada in to pretty up the place: glitter and shiny lights and all that stuff. (There was even a big, glittery WELCOME BACK sign now.)

Ringo had sent around the invites. Dante had finally let Anders know there was a party in his name that afternoon.

All set.

[[ ANDERS' WELCOME BACK PARTY. If you think Ringo got you an invite, you did. If you think your character heard about the party through the grapevine, they did. ~~wait for the~~ ocd is up! up early 'cause party, la. ]]

kenselvren

Jalian eyed the still-sticky electronics that Peridot had either given up on or not gotten to, dumped them into the largest box she could find, and shoved them to one side.

"JARVIS, is there a shower in the building?"

That was how they ended up with a box of sad-looking electronics in the chemical shower, sitting and soaking.

She'd be damned if she was going to scrub the things. She had a Doorway to work on.

[Open post!]

Current Location: Stark's

kenselvren

Jalian showed up to an irate customer already at the door, yelling something about his toaster floating away.

"If you've lost something, it's your own fault." She sighed and put the male in a very uncomfortable arm-lock until he shut up. "If you have something of it, I can track it for you. Otherwise, get a new one."

She let him go and headed in. She was going to work on her Doorway today, and heaven help any more stupid people who got in her way.

[Open post, no OCD!]

Current Location: Stark's

kenselvren

Jalian had missed a few weeks due to the oddities of the island, but she was back here again now, working on her Doorway.

Which apparently meant she also had to work?

"Fine," she told JARVIS, "I will write labels for these things. Do you have the vacuum tubes I need?"

If anybody needed anything, Jalian would be here, alternately building circuits and categorizing a new shipment of parts.

[Open post! No OCD.]

Current Location: Stark's

fjordicswagger

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

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

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

fjordicswagger

A new Friday, a new change of scenery. Tamsin had hoped for somewhere else that stocked booze, but thankfully, she'd had the foresight of getting a whole bunch of it from the Restaurant before they moved this morning.

It was Friday evening, and Mobius's sun hung low in the sky, but it was warm, and there were birds chirping as they flew past Fandom's dome. Perfect atmosphere or whatever. There were large, glittery umbrellas dotting the sand for effect, a bunch of chairs and tables arranged just a few feet away from the sandy parts of the beach, and a few grills were cooking away meat and veggies for the incoming guests.

Fandom beach party. This would definitely end well.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

kenselvren

After doing her duty at the picnic, Jalian came over to Stark's place; she'd managed to get together what they had last time, and now she needed to find ways to order or make things they didn't.

New students were well and good, but she wanted Raven back.

"Jarvis, I will need much smaller vacuum tubes. In fractions of an inch. Can Tony make those?"

"I'm certain he can, Miss Jalian. Inform me of your requirements, and I will let him know."

Jalian nodded in thanks. "Where is..." She tried to remember the modern equivalent of the Corvichi equipment. "A soldering iron?"

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

kenselvren

After her morning run and workout, Jalian came by this place again. Stark had told her he had equipment she could use to help build a Doorway, and she was going to build one and get Raven back.

She greeted Jarvis with clipped if mostly polite tones, then set about to see what there was here that she could use.

If anybody needed anything, she'd be making her own inventory and setting things aside in a large box as she found them.

[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]

Current Location: Stark's

imafuturist

So, that was a thing that happened. With the children.

Tony was just going to repress the vast majority of it in a completely healthy fashion as he did research at work. Research into things like Osborn and SHIELD and any shady ass genetics labs that needed to be blown up. He was multitasking, really. Getting all sorts of things accomplished.

Repressing the full spectrum of human emotion.

Multitasking.

[open like a business]

the_merriest

"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!)

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]

vdistinctive

There was a llama in the kitchen today.

"No," said Eliot, and walked back out before the cook could do more than open his mouth to explain.

Today's specials
Honey-ginger chicken with lime
Fresh baked naan
Mango kulfi

Luke's was open. Mind the llama.

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

( Jack Sees a Sign )

( Finding a Spot )

( Talking to Fandom )

(Preplayed by the splendiferous

bitten_notshy,

icecoldfrost,

sith_happened,

kenselvren,

glacial_queen,

trigons_child, and

crazy_prepared. (Again, hoping I didn't miss anyone!) Coded by the delightful

fly_so_serious. Next-to-last post, we are NEARLY DONE, but that one is going to wait a couple of hours until I am home from work! NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love.)

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

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

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

Leland Gaunt poured himself a glass of Bordeaux and waited.

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

( Arresting Leland Gaunt! )

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

Preplayed with the incomparable

craftyladyparts,

suitablyheroic,

sith_happened,

beautifulsenshi,

tigerundercover,

notacokeperson,

seeks_truth,

wrongkindofsith,

bigdamndean,

kenselvren,

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

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

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Peter Parker
Spider-Man
Earth-16109327

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

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

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

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

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Promptly at 8:00, the zombie band started playing music and the bassist lurched forward to do an interpretive dance explaining the rules of the dates. It wasn't long before Tino was pushing Johnny on stage while holding cue cards.

"Dude, seriously, I just came here for a drink. We just got back. What the hell?" Johnny asked. Tino held up a cue card. "I'm not dating. I have a girlfriend." Tino put the cue card down and held up a leather jacket and a pocket knife. "Hey hey hey wait. Where'd you get that?" With his pocket knife hand, Tino reached back down for the cue card. "Okay, fine. Just don't hurt the jacket. That thing means a lot to me."

"Ahem. Welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you're lucky, you might just get matched with me, Joanie Storm, come on, man, you got my name-- No, no, you're right. Joanie. Anyway, good luck and good dating." Johnny pointed to the assembled daters, mirroring an exaggerated point Tino was doing at that moment. "Seriously man, this is a weird level of dedication."

[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 ~~begins.~~ is up MERE HOURS later than usual. Apologies again for any overnight and/or timezone inconveniences. I'm going back to sleep now.

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.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

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 ]

seeks_truth

She had heard the first shriek when she'd left the dorms complex for her morning jog. There had been dead eels on the lawn, but she had not paid it much heed.

Then there had been the second shriek, as she approached the gate. It had given her pause. What was out there that was, apparently, throwing fish at the school?

It was the third shriek that made her draw her weapon.

By the fourth, Cassandra was outside the North Gate, her sword in one hand and a makeshift shield in the other. "Maker," she snarled, "You will not make it to the school, creatures!"

... and so, if you left campus before classes today, there was about a fifty percent chance you'd run into a tall, dark-haired teenage girl in full armor, punching flying eels in the face with a garbage can lid. One had to make do with what one could find, after all, and she had not had the presence of mind to equip a shield the day she'd come to Fandom... etcetera.

[[ open! ]]

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]

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

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

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com

So Eleanor and Celia were on complicated terms at the moment. It wasn't bad, they weren't exactly fighting, but neither of them were budging, which was casting a serious pall over an already long week.

This was exactly the sort of moment that called for the beach party they had been meaning to throw all bloody summer. Obviously, what they needed to do was stop planning and just throw it. Tell a few friends, ask them to tell a few friends, and get the message out that way.

Holding it spur of the moment made it a very simplified party -- no themes, no decorations, no posters tacked up around town. But they did have the essentials: food, music, and a large bonfire.

Really, what else did you need?

(Open to EVERYONE, EVER. Feel free to assume someone mentioned it to you or that you just stumbled by for no good reason. There's a bonfire, it's easy enough to spot! OCD ~~INCOMING~~ UP!)

fh_thumbprick

As dusk approached, the carnival began to thin out. Acts vanished. Music died down.

Mr. Dark peered through the folds of his tent and frowned. This was not working according to his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps he should confront some of these Fandom folk in person.

[[ finale time! use this space for your remaining huggings, as well as all the finale-y bits. wait for the ocd... ]]

furnaceface

There were some days that Jono wondered why he bothered. Those days were generally spent sulking in his room, playing his guitar, spending quality time with his cat and avoiding people until the 'why?' went away and a somewhat unenthusiastic, 'sure?' stepped up to take its place. This particular 'why?' day just happened to fall on the same day he was supposed to be on the island, preparing paycheques for his employees and going over a new shipment.

The pay, at least, was relatively quick and painless.

But the more boxes he opened just to see faces like Bieber and Annoying Orange staring up at him, the more he wanted to just take the whole shipment out to the Causeway and throw it in the ocean. He even went so far as to do the math to see how much of a loss the shop would be eating if he did.

Too much.

So, once the boxes were unpacked, Jono spent the rest of his shift at the front counter, playing his guitar and pointedly ignoring the row of CDs that were displayed backwards on the shelf.

[Open!]

furnaceface

Sigh, Fandom. Jono supposed that he could come back here for his shift after his most-of-a-week (week and a half, going by Kaeleeran time) spent in Glacia, doing his duties as a member of Karla's Court. Really, in the wake of Fandom's nonsense, some time spent being a public face near the end of Winsol had been almost refreshing.

Almost. Someday, maybe he'd shake this 'the General' thing the Kaeleerans kept looking up to him for. The hell was the matter with them, anyway? He'd been asked to more holiday season social functions last week than he had been in his entire bloody life, and he was quite happy to spend today on the island, in his shop, listening to his mus--

...

Okay, listening to whatever the hell music his stereo system was going to let him listen to, which, in this case, appeared to be some manner of K-Pop. Bubblegum Hip-Hop Backstreet Boys My-Heart-Will-Go-On rot-your-teeth-out touchy-feely nonsense, more like. He couldn't even put this music into a bloody box.

But at least he wasn't being asked for any dances by Glacian aristos. He'd suffer through.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free, and this is almost like method RP! *Glances askance at Nuance's playlist*]

gunslingerpose

Nikolai was over last weekend's trauma, more or less. And really, why shouldn't he be? He'd been playing the superhero game on the mainland for a few months, and already he'd seen worse shit than those girls had done to him in the alley back there.

... Maybe less princess carrying, at least.

Anyway, today was shaping up to be a busy day, what with that high school kid's party going on upstairs. Nick was not looking forward to cleaning up whatever empty bottles and condoms or whatever were inevitably going to be sitting around the room by the time that lot all cleared out. Especially not with one arm still in a sling, though at least he was starting to get some mobility back in it.

Nick was going to be surprised and maybe a little disappointed in the youth of today when he went up to clean and found that the most questionable substance at the party had been an overabundance of chocolate. What the hell, guys? What the hell.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Fried Walleye & Potato Cakes with Creamy Dill Sauce
Reuben Grilled Cheese
Grilled Pineapple with Nutella
Grilled French Toast with Strawberries and Rosemary

Yup. Going to be so disappointed in the youth of today. But the Reuben sandwich helped mitigate that. Slightly.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

kenselvren

Jalian hadn't done badly this weekend, but she wanted to be certain it stayed that way. So she was out in the nearest open space, practicing her kartari and shotak, keeping her skills up.

And occasionally stopping just to enjoy the evening. She wasn't very good at relaxing, but she was trying!

[Open park, open post!]

Current Location: The park

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Kenzi had considered an 'apology special', but then decided FREE DRINKS IF I SET YOU ON FIRE would either scare people off or attract the wrong clientele. So:

POST WEIRD WEEKEND SPECIAL
AT LEAST WE WEREN'T IN A BALL PIT
$1 shots for everyone who got arrested or shot

gunslingerpose

After their long, er, interlude, Katherine had been starving and with the mood Nikolai had been in, it hadn't taken much to convince him to try Cafe Fina across town. Sure it was pricey and after her mugging that afternoon there was no way that Katherine could cover it, but Nick didn't seem to be all that upset. It was just the kind of place you took a lady like Katherine. No booze, no drugs, no dames, not even a crooked card. Yeah, it was a hike from the hotel, but it was pretty much the only place that played it straight in the whole town.

The extra distance and extra price were worth it to show a lady a good time. To show a lady you could be civilized. Maybe even to show a lady there were better things in her future than going home to Connecticut once her sister was found.

For the first time since he kicked the dope habit, Nick found himself thinking about something other than justice, revenge, and Lady Dokkaebi. Thoughts about a fresh start. Hell, maybe even a future.

[For Lady D and her girls, please! Post written by

spin_kick_snap who set out to write Kathy and then apparently had her brain invaded by Gorgon. Crazy dame.]

doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com

Navaan was once again behind the counter of Dite's Decadent Delights, where hand-crafted chocolate and pastry confections could be bought. They were expensive, but they were worth every penny.

Or so Navaan had been told. She didn't really find herself craving much of what could be found at Dite's. At least, not what could be found out front. But then, the expensive treats out front were hardly what drew people to Dite's anyway. They just made for an excellent cover and a reason why a pastry shop wasn't crawling with customers.

She shuffled about the display, making it look like there had been some legitimate customers yesterday, keeping an eye on the door and a hand by her weapon. In a town like this one, you never knew what kind of trouble was going to walk through those doors.

furnaceface

Jono had told Karla after Raven's kidnapping that he was intending to spend more time in Glacia from then on, and that's exactly where he'd been all week. Today, he was making use of a weekend taken to himself to open shop here on the island. Glacia moving at double time meant that one shift here was going to take both of his days off there, but honestly, he'd far more readily opt for a day spent listening to music in his own shop over two days bumming around Sidra, failing at avoiding being noticed by the locals.

Of course, when you were only taking one day a week to be anywhere near a business you owned, that day was inevitably going to be occupied by things like, oh, paperwork. Readying pay for the employees. Listening to Pearl Jam so as to not lose one's sanity while doing so.

Jonothon's weekend, folks.

[OOC: No idea if or when I'm going to lose power, but so far 45,000 people in the province have, and counting, so I'm not holding my breath. Still, open until the storm blows me out to sea, never to be seen or heard from again!]

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!

the_merriest

It was another Tuesday at the Freedom Arms! That meant Rikku was here, bouncing to herself and setting up display racks of guns.

The chicobo was with her, because Reno was still a freaking chicobo, because he was trying to set a record or something.

"It's a really good thing you're cute," she laughed. Otherwise, it'd get annoying, trying to get Petey not to chew on him all the time.

The shop was so totally open!!!

(Very open. There's going to be a naked Turk in here sooner or later, so ... SPOILER ALERT. Come take pictures or whatevs ...)

throughaphase

It was a mostly quiet night tonight, so Kitty spent some of her free time looking up dance classes in the area on her phone. As it turned out she sort of really missed it, and she figured if she was teaching it she probably didn't want to feel rusty.

The rest of her free time was spent trying to get Tino to tape the zombie drummer's arm back on because she really didn't want to do that tonight.

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Ah, Fridays. After a hard day of decorating her office and shooting Nerf darts at her new co-workers when she was able to, it was Coffee Time. Or rather, mega mocha double-chocolate cinnamon frappuccino time.

Ahhhhhh.

[ooc: expecting someone, but open for all who want caffeine, as you do.]

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