Where had the staff come from? Nobody knew. But sometime at six in the morning, a group of people arrived in the park and immediately spread out over the premises, constructing a bunch of nondescript stands at a rapid pace. They set out cheap soft drinks on the picnic tables, put up some large banners, cleaned the place up and scared off a few errant flamingoes.

By seven, they had once again dispersed.

FANDOM EXPOSITION, read the large banner at the entrance to the park. MARKET! SHOPPING! FUN! (fun not guaranteed)

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | stalls | picnic area | rest of the park | ooc ]]

pursuedthestars

The last time Jim had been on the island had been when it'd been in full bloom and filled with all kinds of lustful students, teachers and townies. It hadn't been a bad time at all. Coming to the island today didn't evoke any of those feelings in him but he didn't mind all that much. It was still a good enough place to get away from his life back in Iowa.

He wandered into the Perk, flirted a bit with the pretty girl behind the counter before taking his drink and sliding smoothly into a seat near the window. He kicked one foot up into the air and slouched backwards. Being here was a nice way to run away from the issues back home. It was nice to ignore that he was going nowhere and doing nothing. Not that anyone knew that about him. He kept it pretty securely to himself.

It was a good way to try and not think about Starfleet and his father and how that seemed to be one of the few things that was actually keeping his attention. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not now, not ever.

Jim sighed and sipped the drink.

[Open]

Current Mood: apathetic

giveherahand

Mara's mind kept drifting (and no, it didn't help at ALL when your roommate was Johnny Storm, thanks so much for that, Fandom), so she was grateful for an excuse to go to work and eat chocolate and get paid for it.

Even if her mind was now drifting along chocolate-drenched lines...

STUPID ISLAND. Ugh.

Wonka's was open and frustrated.

pursuedthestars

Sure, Jim had just been here for Homecoming but what was one more quick trip out, right? He liked this place and it saved him from having to deal with his completely up in the air future. It also helped that the coffee was really damn good too. He couldn't really get a place like this back home.

So, Jim was in the Perk, big cup of coffee (flavored with mint because it was the season), kicked back in front of the window and watching people pass on by. It was getting colder and grayer, a harbinger of winter if there ever was one.

Jim sipped his coffee and wondered if he could just come back here and bum around for a few years. It'd give him something to do and he'd be happy.

And probably bored.

Jim sipped his coffee again. Hmm.

[Open place/post]

Current Mood: contemplative

justwantedfriends

If anyone had somehow been under the impression that the Student Council's glitter reserves had been used up at the dance last night, they would quickly realize their mistake upon arriving at the park. There were a few punkish decorations from the dance scattered around the tables - somewhere under the glitter there were, in fact, tables - and thankfully the weather was warm and not very breezy.

Welcome to your last day of Homecoming, folks!

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

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]

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.

glacial_queen

The Community Center was decorated in Fandom's signature blue and gold, with streamers and flags and the odd Fighting Gremlin banner. There was a tasteful amount of glitter among the decorations, assuming that person in charge of taste was a four year old hyped up on candy and Red Bull while huffing glue made from unicorns.

In short, Fandom's alumni, ex-pats, and current teachers should feel right at home, nostalgia hitting them right in the sinuses.

You're welcome, Fandom alumni. Don't forget to donate to the Alumni Association!

In one place, the invitation had said listed the dresscode as 'casual-formalwear.' In another, it was 'formal-casualwear.' Whatever that meant for clothing, it included a DJ, armed with only his collection of 'Easy Listening', and an open bar, but the food was served buffet style, with everyone helping themselves.

Hoped you still liked 'Kiss from a Rose' after the sixth playing tonight, folks!

[Open to all alumni of the school, including those who still live in town, ex-pats, and teachers/faculty of the school. If you need a reason to show up to the island in time for Noir Weekend, here it is. Even if you don't need a reason--here it is anyway! OCD up, have fun!]

pursuedthestars

Jim knew that coming back to the island every once in a while probably made it harder for him to move onto a future but he didn't care. There were at least people here that he knew and that weren't complete and total assholes. He didn't have to deal with his stepfather and he didn't have to put up with constant silence from his absentee brother. If anything, he at least had the cute girls and guys behind the counter to flirt with.

But, he wasn't doing that right now. He was sprawled in a seat with a foot on the table like he owned it. He didn't but no one had told him to mind his manners so he was going with it. He had a muffin and a water and he was scrolling through his phone, looking for any sign of communication from a few specific people.

And there was nothing. Seemed like that was how it was going to be from now on. Whatever, Jim was used to people leaving him. He'd deal and no one would really know he was affected. Sure, there was some angry chewing of the muffin but maybe the muffin was just really, really good.

Okay?

[Public place so open post]

pursuedthestars

There was only so much a man could take of acres of farmland and lack of things to do before he bolted. Of course, Jim bolted right back to a smaller place that had almost less to do than Iowa but it was familiar and he felt pretty okay when he was here. It'd be a nice, quick break before he went back and tried to figure out what he was doing with his life.

He was glad to see that nothing had changed in the short time he'd been away (you never knew if that was gonna happen with this place). The Perk looked the same, he recognized some of the people behind the counter and got his order as quickly as he remembered. But that might have been because he flirted a bit. Hey, there weren't very many people to flirt with in Iowa so he had to make sure he was still sharp.

Coffee in hand, Jim flopped down at a table and put his feet up in the chair across from him. This was much better than lying in cornfields and counting the stars. That got old and you tended to lose track after like one million.

[Open, of course]

Current Mood: content

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!

pursuedthestars

With things slowly getting back to normal, Jim figured it was time for him to get back to normal too. That meant not looking over his shoulder when he went out and not worrying about someone trying to control him or hurt him and not feeling lonely and worried about someone who'd been gone for a month.

Jim was just going to repress all of that down into a tiny little ball and go on with his life. Today, that meant heading into town to grab something sweet to eat and something to drink. It wasn't raining anymore which meant he'd finally dried out so everything was good.

Of course, Jim knew thinking that would just lead to bad things happening but he didn't care. He wasn't going to walk around on eggshells. He had graduation to think about and his future which...he wasn't going to think about today.

Probably not tomorrow either.

[Open place and post]

Current Mood: good

notconflicted

In a weird way, Sia was sort of glad she'd gone out last night just because it offered some perspective. Was torturing herself over an AU of herself that would never be worth being as sick as she felt this morning? No, it definitely wasn't. Also she'd learned that you should definitely, definitely not torture yourself into not being able to eat before drinking above your known tolerance, because you'd feel even worse later.

The only reason she'd gone out today was because she was having a hard time dealing with the demands of a very active dog who didn't even know what a hangover was and that no, she didn't want to play. At least the Perk had coffee, and she had one of those and a bottle of water as she sat on the couch, wondering if they'd turn the volume of the music down some if she asked. Or off. And if they'd send everyone else in here home for the day.

[Open! Bother the hungover girl!]

pursuedthestars

It got boring staying inside your room for too long. Sure, Jim was a pro at entertaining himself but he also got bored easily and got curious even easier. There was crap going on around the island and he'd been hearing a rhyming voice for awhile now and staying inside his room just wasn't an attractive option even if it was cold out there.

That was okay, he could deal with cold. It just meant bundling up in various layers before heading out. He wasn't usually up this early and was kind of surprised how quiet it seemed right now. He could almost believe this was another sleepy town in the middle of bumfuck Iowa where nothing happened. He knew the truth but while he took a walk through the park, he could almost believe this place was normal and boring.

It was probably a good thing it wasn't. He'd probably get bored of that after awhile and take off. Boring and normal were just not good matches for Jim Kirk.

[Open place and post. Possible SP later in the afternoon when I head to dinner with my mom! ETA: And SP is about to commence! I will return all tags ASAP!]

Current Mood: calm

pursuedthestars

Jim was seriously beginning to consider just taking a vacation and getting away from the island. He figured he could just randomly choose something by spinning a globe and just getting the hell out of dodge since everything seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. And yet, he hadn't changed. Well, he didn't think he had and no one had mentioned anything different so he was choosing to think he was all good.

While he pondered just up and leaving, he was going to kick his feet up at a table in the corner with a warm drink. Winter seemed to be never ending and he was getting a little tired of that too. Maybe he'd randomly choose somewhere warm where he could sit on a beach and the only people that he'd be exposed to would be pretty guys and girls that would bring him drinks.

Sounded like a good plan to him. When he looked outside, hoping to see some sun and saw nothing but grey skies and drizzle, he sighed and shook his head.

Definitely somewhere warm. This warm drink just wasn't cutting it.

[Open place and post]

Current Mood: pessimistic

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade arrived early for his shift with his green papaya salad and coconut water -- eating balanced meals was important! -- and was working industriously away on someone's hard drive to finish it before having lunch.

His father had instilled a proper work ethic into him.

Stark Industries was open! And not gremlin bitten, sadly enough.

pursuedthestars

After last week's triumphant debacle, Jim was hoping that maybe this week would be a little less confusing. His concern hadn't abated but it was hard to do anything about it when the person he was concerned about didn't seem to exist anymore save for in his memories. It had to be the island. He'd been hearing voices and now Natalie was Nathan so something had to be going on. Jim had to think that way or he'd start feeling helpless and hopeless and no. Nope.

He was awake early, nursing a coffee in the Perk while he read through the newspaper. He didn't think a newspaper would help with anything but he wanted to be out of his room and away from the school for a bit. He wanted to unwind, stretch his legs and hopefully have some epiphany that might tell him what the hell was going on so he could fix it. He didn't know what he was supposed to do but he knew he could fix this. He just had to figure it out.

Somehow.

[Open place and post]

Current Mood: grumpy

pursuedthestars

Jim was done with classes for the week and was celebrating that by sitting lazily on a bench on the boardwalk while he ate a lunch he'd picked up from town. The warmer weather was definitely welcome and he knew it'd be even warmer when he went to Brazil next week to spend time with Natalie. That was definitely something to look forward to.

The weekend had left him thinking about a few things, a few things that he'd been trying to repress since Pike's visit so many months ago. The fact that he was now...considering his words was a big step but it made him slightly grouchy. Not too bad though and not anything he could solve by closing his eyes and enjoying the ocean breeze but still.

The good part about being so busy lately was that he hadn't heard that stupid voice any longer.

Once you were a girl with grace and style.
Hey, mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a while?

...okay, spoke to soon. "Oh, come on!" Jim said, glaring around the empty boardwalk. "Stop making me think I'm going crazy!"

No one responded. Of course.

[Open place, post. Talkytoaster lives!]

Current Mood: grumpy

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.

whenshewasnice

As she'd promised, Natalie had hopped a portal from Ribeirao Preto to Fandom this morning, booked herself a room at the Arms, and then texted Jim to meet her at the Perk for family breakfast. No matter how weird it was to phrase it like that.

And so now, she was enjoying a hot chocolate at a table by the window, handling some work stuff via emails from her phone. Both because she wanted to stay on top of things and get as much done before devoting her attention to Jim and their kid, as well as to distract herself from the knowledge that for the first time in a while, there were AU kids around and neither Ada nor Lilith seemed to have put in appearance.

She didn't know how to feel about that. So she just didn't think about it.

[ooc: Natalie is here primarily for the kid and his dad, but the post is open for Nat-bothering as well as completely unrelated Perk needs!]

pursuedthestars

Jim lit a cigarette. It burned ever so dramatically in the afternoon sunlight before the camera panned up to a gorgeous face that was shadowed with secrets and sadness. Jim Kirk could tell thousands of stories without saying a word. He was only on this stupid soap opera until he could get a network television pilot.

But anyway.

The storyline he'd been saddled with meant was stupid but it made for good television. And if it meant moving onto the CW in the future, he'd take it. For now, he was standing on the street corner, cigarette dangling from his fingers while he looked out on the town. He'd been on this same street corner every night for the past week, looking for people who might want a fun night with someone who looked as good as he did. Jim knew he was gorgeous and he made sure whoever had the funds and was willing to pay knew they were gorgeous too. It was what he was good at.

Yes, Jim was a common hooker. Sex for money, that was his thing and he was damn good at it. And he needed the money desperately. Somewhere in the land of off screen-ness, Jim had a family who lived in a small, one room apartment and were only scraping by barely. And Jim had decided to do something about that. His father had abandoned them and his mother worked five jobs just to put food on the table. After finding a cockroach on his face in an episode that Jim had submitted for Daytime Emmy consideration, he'd had enough.

He'd submitted resumes and applications to every single thankless job out there but he'd been turned on so he'd turned to the streets. He'd decided to use body to save his family. If it meant selling his soul, he'd do it.

His family was worth it.

[Oh lawd, IDK. It's open, though!]

Current Mood: flirty

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade finally remembered that he had a job and wandered into Stark to a huge stack of old, broken iPods.

Apparently people had gotten new ones over the holidays.

He got out his multitool and began repairing them--making sure to mock all of their taste in music as he got the machines to show him their contents.

[OOC: Home again! Help keep me awake!]

robinonadderall

As much as Stiles wanted to spend the rest of his life in his room aside from going to classes, he did acknowledge that after a few days the room could use some airing out. If only for Cade's sake. So he left the relative safety of his room and went down to the coffee shop for the biggest coffee they offered and to do some reading for his online classes. He was still under the assumption he'd live to get into college so he really needed to keep his grades up if he wanted a scholarship.

Huh. He should be hearing back from a few schools soon. For some reason that didn't make him as happy as he should have been.

History book propped up on the table so he could eat and read at the same time, Stiles was distracted enough that it was one of the rare moments lately that he felt almost like his old self. He even brushed off when the words jumbled on the page every once in a while, owing that to the fact that he had maybe gotten a total of six hours of sleep in the last three days.

[Open post is open, of course]

pandora-baddies.livejournal.com

A bunch of loaders swarmed in front of the Jack double, obscuring him from view. They stomped forward towards the team on their metal feet, priming their weapons and chattering in their electronic voices.

"First Law disabled. Combat commencing."

Best do something, team.

( And here we have some people trying to hero it up for Fandom! )

[NFI.]

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!]

not_a_moonie

The glitter was relatively modest for the brunch, by Fandom terms -- which still left enough on the statues moved over from the dance and other decorations to blind a small child. Italian opera played softly to match the classical theme, and space heaters had been set up under the tent to fight the late-October chill. It was, overall, a tasteful arrangement -- at least, if you ignored that the classical figures were wearing glitter underwear.

Fandom, enjoy the end of Homecoming 2013.

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]

robinonadderall

After days of eating soft foods and not wandering through town for fear of acting goofy on pain meds, Stiles deemed himself recovered enough to go outside. Yes, deemed himself. Because he was an independent almost-adult who didn't need no werewolf telling him when he could leave a house.

He was still staying away from straws (dry socket sounded terrifying), but he did go down to the Perk for a pumpkin latte and a giant pastry. He missed giant pastries. He was also catching up on Breaking Bad on his phone which explained the occasional "Oh god no!"'s and whining noises coming from him.

[Open, of course]

whenshewasnice

Natalie wasn't hiding.

Sure, she'd spent a good chunk of yesterday thinking she was some flapper go-getter, and that Mr. Moxy owned a production company, and that maybe Alec should 'go straight'. Oh and she'd stolen a rickshaw. Sure. But it was still completely coincidental that she'd come here early today, and was intending to stay a good long while, playing songs at the piano, after having gone through the theater brandishing a broom and checking that the establishment was a hundred percent gremlin free today. Those things weren't at all related.

For one thing, had she truly been hiding? Maybe she would've chosen a less obvious place, and wouldn't have left the door open. So, not hiding. Glad to have that settled.

[ooc: Open! The Boards once again posted with kind permission.]

robinonadderall

Aggressively cleaning the jeep with bleach did nothing to brighten Stiles' mood any and it made the jeep reek in a whole new way. He had left the windows open to try to air it out (who was gonna steal that thing anyway?) and went back to the island to mope for awhile. No, not mope. Just to lay around in a not moping manner. Yes. If anyone asked he couldn't sleep because he had gotten used to those sweet, sweet Jackson cuddles back in the bouncy castles.

In an attempt to prove to himself that he was fine he did what he usually did on mornings when he got up too early and went to go infuse himself with a metric ton of caffeine. He picked a corner table to sit at and took to aggressively texting Scott, trying to get him to change his mind about his stupid tattoo idea before he had to go to Beacon Hills to be moral support for his stupid tattoo idea. Could werewolves even get regular tattoos? He'd ask Derek but...yeah.

[Post is open!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

bigdamnprincipal

It would appear, to anyone who came to the community center tonight, that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]

whenshewasnice

Natalie didn't come to the beach that often. As a pale Montrealer, it wasn't really her scene. But having come back from Seattle, she'd just felt like she needed to spend some time somewhere that wasn't a bouncy castle. Or filled with people. So here she was. It had rained earlier, but it wasn't raining right now. Natalie had kicked her shoes off, and was carrying them in one hand as she walked back and forth in the damp sand.

Somehow it soothed her. She wasn't even entirely sure why she was feeling upset, but she was feeling pretty hollow. Maybe it was just that she'd had a weird, stressful week, and now that the primary stress was leaving her, finally, she didn't know what to do with herself. (Like she ever really did.) And feeling the sand under her feet and between her toes was at least making her feel physically grounded, if not mentally.

She'd just walk for a while before going back to tend to her animal friends and read up on future politics. Yes. That was what she'd do.

[ooc: Open beach is open, whether for Nat-bothering or other beachy needs!]

endsthegame

It was a Fandom tradition that went back... well, at the very least several years: graduation brunch, offering visitors and locals alike the best food available on the island.

There was a banner that stretched from tree to tree declaring CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2013 in big glittery letters. There were tables full of ~~moddable~~ food and drink. There were happy decorations in blue and yellow and a long series of picnic tables for people to sit at and mingle.

And then there was the bit at the end where Mayor Swanson was barbecuing an entire pig's worth of food. Uh... Yeah.

[[ ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC ]]

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

texted3times

Eric would have hosted the New Year's Eve party at the Devil's Nest, but he suspected that the students wouldn't appreciate his "no, no alcohol for you" stance and here in a different venue, he could avoid some of the liability. (Eric hadn't lived a thousand years by being a very stupid vampire.)

The ballroom was decked out far more classily than it had for school dances in shades of cream, silver, and black: there were sumptuous fabrics draped to soften the room , gilt mirrors to add light, and sparkling crystal because Eric liked expensive crystal. For those who ate, there was top shelf alcohol, more than enough champagne and all kinds of fancy appetizers (and pigs in blankets because shut up). For those who didn't eat, well, the bartenders wouldn't be suprised for requests of O Positive.

The DJ was playing the top 40 hits of the year, but could be persuaded to play anything that wasn't Justin Bieber (Eric had ~~glamoured the hell out of him~~ had a Talk with him, and now as far as the DJ knew, Justin Bieber didn't exist).

Happy New Year's Eve, Fandom. Put on your tuxedo and come party with a vampire.

...as you do.

[OOC: Open to all! Up early for timezones, real life NYE plans and so on!]

pursuedthestars

Jim was pretty relieved that this weekend wasn't like last weekend and he wasn't out of his mind and thinking he was two people in one body. Honestly, that had given him a massive headache upon waking up normal on Monday.

This weekend, he was just Jim and that was how he liked it. The weather was a little warmer than it had been which meant Jim was outside enjoying the sun. It wasn't beach weather but at least he wasn't freezing his ass off.

He'd ordered a coffee from the barista inside the shop (and flirted a little because he couldn't not) before taking the cup outside and settling at one of the tables. He figured he'd drink the coffee, enjoy the sun for a little while and then get up and find something a lot more exciting to do.

There was only so much peace and serenity a guy could take. He needed to do something exciting and soon.

[Post is open]

Current Mood: lazy

wrongkindofsith

Cara would have preferred to be brooding over something with a high alcohol content, but apparently the network had gotten complaints after the last time they showed drinking before noon, so instead she was moodily staring into a virgin Irish coffee. She was wearing a strappy little black dress that showed off all her assets though, because that was the completely inconspicuous kind of thing a thieving con-woman with a dark and mysterious past trying to avoid the notice of the law would wear, right?

Things were not going to plan. She'd come to this island with one goal in mind (or had she?) but so far all she had to show for her troubles was an unopened condom. From a creepy amnesiac.

[Open.]

Current Mood: broody

solarhippie

Karolina van Dean (yes, it had been 'von' yesterday, but did you really think spelling was something anyone was keeping track of?) was not satisfied with how her plans were going right now. She hadn't gotten much besides fun out of her little fling with that amnesiac dolt Bruce yesterday, and the clock was ticking. Counting down to what exactly was a mystery, but there was always something important on the horizon.

Like that wedding she'd heard talk of sometime off-screen. That was definitely a place for Karolina van Dean to be: it was just the kind of gathering of influential people she needed in her life right now. But she needed to look the part, so she was gazing dramatically at the window of the jewelry store, considering going in and seducing her way into being given something extravagant to wear.

Or she could sweet talk a hapless passerby into buying one for her. She looked around, hoping to spot a rich-looking gentleman or lady to strike up a conversation with.

[open! duh.]

solo_sword

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

pursuedthestars

There weren't any fires to fight and that left Jim bored. He was a glutton for a danger so when things weren't dangerous, when he wasn't heading into the gaping maw of a fire, his mind started working in overdrive.

And that....that only meant bad things. He started thinking about the past, about the broken family and the ravaged town he'd left behind. About how he'd failed as a police officer and had to settle for something that he didn't want. About how the bodies that burned behind his closed eyes every time he went to sleep.

It was all too much. He'd come to this place to escape that past, to start anew. He'd taken on a new name, stolen someone else's identity just to forge ahead and to try and put everything else behind him. No one knew him here. No one knew of his criminal dealings and his felonious past.

Here, he was just a shirtless fireman, washing the trucks and waiting for that bell to ring. Here, he was just someone that no one would notice unless they liked the shirtless type with hard, taut muscles and chiseled faces.

Here, he was someone better.

[Every soap opera town needs a good fireman who is rarely seen doing ANYTHING but looking pretty. Open, of course.]

Current Mood: working

stars_and_money

The Darling twins were turning eighteen today, and thus crossing the threshold into legal adulthood. While that may have been a terrifying thought to some, it also meant that there was going to be a huge freaking party because they were Darlings and no special occasion could get past them without a huge deal being made out of it. So after sundown on this Wednesday evening, there was a huge banner set up in a corner of the park:

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, JULIET & JEREMY!
And underneath the banner were party tents set up with outdoor heaters and lights, for comfort and atmosphere. There were tables decked with food (including a huge, ridiculous cake) and drink (you were going to have to be an adult or filthy rich to get anything alcoholic, though), of course, and there was and music, and even a karaoke set-up should the mood strike anyone to sing.

It all looked like someone had paid a whole lot of money to make it all happen, and that was before you took in the table with the gift bags. No, not for the twins, though there was a table for any gifts people might bring them as well. No, these gift bags were for the guests. Yes, you were getting gifts just out of attending someone else's birthday party. That was how they rolled – and it was possible Letitia had realized the twins weren't perfectly integrated into the island community. The Darlings weren't above bribery and gaining people's affections with expensive trinkets.

The park was ready for a good time to be had by all! (And since invitation emails had gone out to the entire population of the island as well as few alumni... that really did mean all.)

[ooc: ocd up! and post is up early for timezones and stuff! have at!]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

throughaphase

Kitty had no reason to participate in 3 Minute Dates, but she'd still shown up to handle the bar, and because it was really potentially entertaining. Of course, if anyone asked she'd probably say something like she wanted to make sure no one got so angry at a date that they did damage to the bar or something.

The bar was open for post-daters, spectators, and people who'd just wandered in on Saturday night, and your bartender was eying the puppy thing like she expected him to do something weird(er) at any moment.

[And here is your normal post! Tah daaaaah!]

hasadestiny

The sky was cloudy but the weather was just the right side of warm as the sun rose on the traditional Parent's Weekend Brunch. There were tables, chairs, and a buffet laid out with all manner of breakfast (and not-so-breakfasty) foods.

But that wasn't all, there was also a small gift bag for each guest with cookies, stickers, and a bingo card for anyone who hadn't gotten their mingle on enough this weekend.

[OOC: Cookies for all!]

dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com

So, the games or whatever had been kind of fun, even if Olive had refused to play. But after having dinner with her parents and Rhiannon, Rhi had kindly declared that this was 'really effing boring' and asked if there wasn't anything to do. And since Olive didn't want to take her parents to the bar -- hahahaha no -- she said they could go to the park.

And Rhiannon being Rhiannon, that had somehow been translated as 'have a party in the park.' Olive had been coerced into bringing her speakers and iPod down out of her room and setting them up on a picnic table, and Rhiannon had bought a metric ton of food.

"Are you sure I can't find us some beer?" Rhiannon asked.

"We're right here," said Rosemary, glancing up from her phone.

"Sorry, Mrs. P."

Olive, meanwhile, was very busy sending out a mass text, to go along with the ~~handwavy~~ posters Rhi had slapped up. Less posters, more lined paper that said, 'COME TO THE PARK, WE HAVE FREE FOOD AND MUSIC.'

[impromptu park party is open!]

nottrivial

Well, yesterday had been a big day full of catching up with loved ones, but today there were real activities planned! Although it had drizzled a bit the night before, by now the grass was dry and ready to be socialized on, almost as if Fandom knew that Student Council hadn't thought through a Plan B in case of rain and had decided to make things easier on them. The island was thoughtful that way. Now it was sunny and warm, and probably the best weather they'd had in a few weeks. You're welcome, parents.

Even if any of the guests had somehow ~~been deliberately shielded from~~ missed the signs about the field day in the park today, it was pretty easy to spot, what with all the brightly colored flags marking different stations, the big stage with a karaoke machine set up, the probably-larger-than-necessary buckets of station-specific equipment like balls and water balloons, and, of course, the picnic benches and food tables for anyone who just wanted to watch. Everything was perfect, assuming that whoever had commandeered the karaoke machine wasn't completely awful, so hopefully all the families would have a good time!

[[ocd up!]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Today Cade (with all bits that should be there there, and nothing extra to be seen...and now he was wondering if they were waiting for them in some warehouse for the next weird weekend. Thanks for that, Stiles...) was behind the counter nursing a hangover by eating chocolate-covered espresso beans by the handful.

Don't expect a lot of attention to detail today, all right?

The shop was open!

Current Mood: grumpy

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