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whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Adrian was totally here on time. He even greeted Tino with a, "No nudity today?"

Tino just glared.

Let's face it, Adrian was very glad for the lack of nudity. Like, there were no words.

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Tonight, when Robin strolled into Caritas, she was wearing a sleek green shirt, and carrying a dorky little leprechaun hat.

Not for her, no.

Tino was very grumpy as he dutifully took the green food dye to the beer kegs, wearing that stupid hat ten minutes later. Robin, meanwhile, was triumphant.

[around all night but slowish until 9 EST or so!]

Current Mood: content

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Adrian was a little late today. Not too bad, but later than usual.

Tino glared at him when he finally showed, and Adrian replied, "Daylight Savings Time," only with more cursing, and apparently that was enough to be forgiven today.

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Once again, Adrian hadn't turned into anything this weekend, and instead got to watch everyone else be insane. For that reason, he loved this town. And he got to work the bar on Monday, meaning anyone who stopped in was going to get one of those knowing looks from someone who listened to radio.

Ignore that he was repressing certain parts of the weekend. Like Dimitri's parts.

makesfaces.livejournal.com

When James woke up this morning without his friends, he realized that the incident with the rhinoceros hadn't ended well. Sure he was alive, but at what cost? He had woken up in a strange bed - which wasn't in the ocean, England, OR New York - and had to look all over town to find his giant peach. It had landed atop some trees in a forest! That was a strange place for it to end up, but he didn't care. James quickly climbed the trees and then what remained of the ramp around the peach until he was on top of it once again.

Now he just had to search it for clues. Or, even better, just sit there until somebody came along who could tell him which way it was to New York.

[OOC: Here mostly for... myselves, but open with the stipulation that I'm going to be afk until probably 2 Central.

Jim is, of course, James of James and the Giant Peach, which is a weird damn story.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing Booths | OOC | Post 1 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Adrian had been gone for the weekend, and got back to town only just before his shift at Caritas started. He had enough time to go back to his room at the Arms, drop off his stuff, smoke, have a drink, have another cigarette, and came to work only a little bit late.

"So," he greeted Tino, almost cheerfully, "did I miss anything?"

There weren't words for Tino's glare at that. No words.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

Deadpool was pretty sure he was gonna need to be wasted by the end of the night, but for now he was having enough fun with the cheap and not too great tasting beer. Look, it was the first day of trying to start a bowling league. Of course he was gonna get hammered.

There were plenty of those disease filled rental shoes for people and even some fancy sparkly balls.

Heh. Balls.

Oh yeah, it was gonna be a interesting night no matter what.

i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com

Feeling better than she had in a while, Haley was wide awake, only slightly bruised and achy from her excruciating workout yesterday, and moving things around to make room for the new inventory.

On the stereo, there was a slight change of pace as Haley opted for Outkast over her usual classic rock stuff. It had been a while since she had listened to them, but they were still on her iPod and she could still shake it like a Polaroid picture.

Of course, she just looked a little dorky doing it.

keds-champion.livejournal.com

Pam so did not want to do this. Even if she was totally going to see all her old friends, and Jim had promised to visit (which made it quite a bit better), this sucked.

"This sucks."

[for the booooy]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

iqof39.livejournal.com

D'Argo was there at Caritas tonight. He just was spending pretty much the entire night trying to tape up the zombies again whenever body parts would start falling off.

When an arm fell off of two at once, he looked at them, duct tape in hand, and asked, "Really?"

So it was Tino behind the bar tonight. Mostly because he'd refused to do this part.

Current Mood: busy

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Arrivals to the town hall for the dance would find it decorated with darker, richer colors, from the draping streamers to the balloons scattered around to the runner on the snacks table. At the entrance, there was even a table with a variety of masks available for those who might not have brought their own, or were too damn lazy to get one, provided ever so graciously by Turtle & Canary.

And there wasn't a single speck of pink in the decorations. Nope. Not one. Turtle had made sure of it, even against the nefarious plottings of someone whose name may have rhymed with Peg Panning.

There was, however, still a lot of glitter. You could change the world, but you couldn't tempt fate.

[[ OCD ~~on its way~~ has landed! Up early to get the most out of our play; second part to go up later dependent on comment accumulation and potential punch ~~chinchillas~~ spiking ]]

[[ Quick links for eventual browser friendliness: Arrive/Mingle, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC ]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim lead Pam into Chilly Boulder this evening, intent on making this the most romantic Valentine's Day she ever had. In an ice cream shop. In February. But even though that wasn't the most reasonable sounding thing ever, the only other boyfriend she had for Valentine's was really really crappy.

Jim was confident that he wouldn't have to rely on that fact, though.

"So. Happy Valentine's Day."

[OOC: James here for his dearest Pamela. Post is open for all of your other ice cream needs.]

iqof39.livejournal.com

Given the activity in town for MercCon, D'Argo wasn't expecting any sort of big turnout for the market this month. That was fine by him, because it meant less planning and work. Not that he was really doing the work himself. Had he mentioned he liked having underlings?

Still, there were booths set up for the ~~moddable NPC~~ shops in town, and he figured it anyone wanted to grab a table to sell something, he was probably in the market for some new weaponry himself...

[~~Plz wait for OCD~~ Aww, look what's up. That's right, it's OCD!]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

Now Showing:

The Cutting Edge: Only With DUDES

A tale of teamwork and love on the ice, The Cutting Edge: Only With DUDES, is the story of two rival Olympic ice skaters, stripped of their gold medals and permanently banned from men's single competition. Now they've found a loophole that will allow them to qualify as a pairs team, if only they can work together to overcome the odds.

Movies were really just an excuse for popcorn. Oddly, there was no one working the concession stand. No matter, John was there on time for the movie so he set up for them.

[ooc: I'm bored so this is way open!]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Jim settled into the Perk with a cup of coffee. He had a feeling he was going to need it. So many memories, so many old friends to meet, so many expectations to shatter. He wasn't the same floppy haired, prank-loving, funny guy he was back then. They were going to get to meet the mature Jim.

Granted, the mature Jim was actually the same old Jim with a nice haircut and a suit who hid the pranks from his wife, but she wasn't here right now. He was trying to figure out what to do to the coffee. The what was most important. The how would come to him as soon as he had the what.

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Turtle was there behind the counter of the store today. It was just a little difficult to see her behind all the paperwork. She had a lot to catch up on from the weekend, but that was fine. It suited her, and made for good cover.

Today's Squishy flavors: Red, Grape Judas, You Don't Want to Know.

Turtle & Canary is open.

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

The Pumpkinhead Horseman rode again tonight, just as he would every night henceforth. The darkness belonged to him. The mini-pumpkins belonged to him. The horse belo... Okay, strictly speaking the horse didn't belong to him, he borrowed the horse and bent it to his will with pumpkin magic. The horse was RENTED TO HIM BY PUMPKIN MAGIC. And that's what made his horse the Steed of Evil.

[OOC: I barely understand what I wrote up there so please don't ask. Anyway, some deal as yesterday. Feel free to ping in with your location and you SHALL BE PUMPKINNED. MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

ETA: That's all for tonight! Pumpkinned people, you'll remain pumpkinned until people are able to reverse the curse tomorrow. Until then, you're freaks! Freaks of nature!]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

The Pumpkinhead Horseman had claimed a horse and his first victim. That wasn't enough for him, though. He needed more. The night was young. He had a cape, a horse, and a pumpkin for a head. It was time for a night on the town, hunting for more people to throw mini-pumpkins at.

[OOC: If you want to get in on the pumpkin attack fun without arranging something special, feel free to drop a comment in here and note where you happen to be in the town when you want to get attacked. You don't have to be signed up in the plottery post to be in this post.

And that's all for tonight. The Horseman will be out again tomorrow night. Thanks to all of tonight's victims!]

iqof39.livejournal.com

D'Argo had been exprimenting. He'd poured random two types of alcohol into a shot glass, then placed it on the bar. Then he'd poured another two types into another shot glass and placed it on the bar. And so on and so forth. He just kind of wanted to see what would work and what people would try, and if people didn't like it, well, more for him.

This job was probably going to bite him in the eema eventually, huh?

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

GOB made Tino set up the lounge for some party that was going on tonight.

GOB, meanwhile, was trying to think of ways he could save money for the bar. He did this by ordering a dartboard. He thought better while playing darts. That wouldn't be here until tomorrow, though, so tonight he was just going to relax with a drink.

[OOC: What kind of planning leads me to opening up the bar for a surprise party for another one of my characters? I blame

keds_champion.]

fastestkidalive.livejournal.com

After spending the weekend hiding from, well, everyone... Bart was back at work.

Still hiding.

Stupid Parents Weekend. Stupid time travel. Mostly, though, stupid, stupid Wally.

Today's Squishy flavors: The Blues, Only Orange, Red is the Loneliest Color

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

More Homecoming Carnival action!

[[OOC: ETA: Links to threads for those whose browsers can't open the whole post:

Kissing Booths
Dunk Tanks
Pie Tossing
OOC

The Homecoming Carnival is open to all residents of Fandom. Weather modding says that any showers predicted for today will miss the island completely. It is a lovely fall day, if a bit warm. This is post number two. It has the kissing booth, dunk tank and pie throwing. Please don't comment until the target pings in. The first post is here. OCD is up! Have fun!]]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

After finishing the broadcast, Jim and Pam walked back towards the dorms. "Sorry about the secrecy. I was just trying to annoy Turtle a little... A lot. A whole lot."

[OOC: For

keds_champion. After radio, obviously, so NFB, please.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

This is Mel.

This is Mel on patrol.

No, there aren't any vampires in Fandom. Or demons... Or at least no demons who are going to kill anyone on the island. Today.

Nevertheless Mel continues to patrol. It's a slayer thing.

Now if she could only get rid of the guy with a deathwish.

[For one person who knows who he is but always open for those who stalk graveyards]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The Cheerleader vs. Football Player Water Fight!

After lunch, the cheerleaders and flag football players assembled in the park for the ~~crackiest~~ coolest water fight ever. There were a variety of super soakers, tiny hideable water guns, and some means of refilling.

When people seemed mostly there, John clapped his hands together and said a few words of encouragement, "Grab your guns and get with the soaking!"

[ooc: Yes, stealing outright. Have no problem with this. No rules, just right. ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! ~~or Buffy will hurt me~~]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

Now Showing:

Stupid & Stupider

A popular physical comedian and a respected character actor are stupid at each other and everyone around them for 90 minutes.

Date or not (and this was not), Jim still had a chivalrous streak so he held the door open for Turtle. "I don't know about you, but I think this is one of the best movies ever. It's a travesty that it didn't pick up the Oscar."

[OOC: Dumb & Dumber, of course. Jim's here with his business associate, but the theater is open.]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

After having Tino melt down tiny chocolate figures in the shape of gnomes, GOB had Tino hang up a sign:

SPECIAL TONIGHT!
Chocolatinis for the price of a martini without chocolate!

After telling Tino to do all that work, GOB was exhausted so he had a chocolatini for himself. It was good.

[OOC: One of my characters is literally profiting off my other character's misery. I should be ashamed of myself.]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you slap someone, you will be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back.

If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

deandestroyer.livejournal.com

Somewhere not far from Fandom, a bus full of very smart people was broken down. One decided to continue on the path to the island and tell them what was going on (he didn't have a cell phone, unfortunately) while the others attempted to fix the bus. Unfortunately, not a one of them had a degree in bus repair.

In Fandom, Dean Drax was disappointed that it was the day of the Academic Fair and none of his guests had shown up yet. Only one of them had even sent anything, some guy named Dex. Apparently he was going to lecture on aeronautics and robotics so he sent a model airplane. Of course. Because that was very scholarly.

Nevertheless, Drax put the airplane up at a stand in the park under a sign reading "Airplane. Feel smarter yet?" He feared that this was probably going to be considered to be the peak of his deanship.

After the model had been in place for about twenty minutes, Drax noticed something odd. There was a slight hissing sound throughout the park. He looked around and noticed that there were some very large snakes lurking. They seemed friendly enough, though. Drax sought one out and picked it up. It stared at him for a moment before its eyes glowed blue. Just then, Drax heard fanfare that lasted about half a minute. With a feeling of dread at the way this was going to turn out, Drax looked up. All he managed to say was, "It's--!"

And then a giant foot came from the sky and squished Drax into the ground with an inappropriate farty noise. When he would come to much later, Drax would truly hate today.

[OOC: Due to a lack of guest stars for the academic fair, the plan has changed a tiny bit, barely noticeable. There are moddable pythons in the park. They're friendly, if a little odd, and if they touch you (which they will certainly be trying to do) you will participate in a Monty Python sketch/scene. Feel free to pair up or go solo and rip off Flying Circus or the movies for this. Go nuts but remember, it's a comm, no NSFW.

The snakes will only be appearing in the park, but you're free to wander out into town after being Pythonized and interact with bewildered people there. Please note that once you've roughly completed the sketch/scene, you will be back to normal and remember what you just did.

Please note that while it may be clear to anyone really paying attention that the model airplane is in fact a cursed object that has brought this silly fate upon the park, the pythons will prevent anyone from getting to it. If you try, you will make a python go all glowy eyes and you will be turned into a Gumby. There is a plan for getting it all taken care of, I swear.

Oh, and Monty Python itself should probably be metaed if you feel you must compare these events to the acts of the comedy troupe, but I'd prefer it if you didn't touch on that at all, pretty please.

So, have fun! YouTube, Wikipedia, and Googling online transcripts are your friends! The sketches listed in the OCD threads are merely suggestions. You can go with any Python sketch you want. Doubling up on the same sketch is fine.

Dex is from Sky Captain, btw. Done with OOC notes, I swear.]

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

The park was set up for the flag football scrimmage. Lines had ~~handwavily~~ been chalked and would wash away in the next rain. Students and townies were encouraged through incredibly beautiful ~~handwavey~~ posters to attend and bring chairs.

[ooc: AIM chat = fhfootball OCD ~~in progress, please to be waiting~~ is up. Let the games begin!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Another night and there's Mel in the graveyard on patrol.

Not that there are any vampires in Fandom to slay.

At least real vampires.

"Seriously. Knock it off. You're not funny."

[ooc: for

fat_halpert and

falcon_or_blade but open to all really. If you want to hang out in a graveyard.]

fat-halpert.livejournal.com

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WRIGGLE

Ideally, this would be a date. Ideally, Jim would go into this movie expecting to hold Pam during the disgusting parts and get a kiss at the end of the night for it. Ideally, this would be the start of something great.

Instead, he was probably going to tease her throughout the movie if she jumped at anything. Because this was two friends going out. If there wasn't teasing, it was just going to end up being incredibly awkward for him. This was not what he had planned when he asked her out.

He sighed and waited for Pam to show up.

[OOC: Wriggle = Slither. Thread between Jim and Pam locked to them but okay for broadcast, please. Otherwise open for all of your creepy horror comedy movie needs.]

bigdamnprincipal

With the school still in ruins, the administration decided that the park would be the best place to hold the Welcome Picnic. Tables were set up with food, nametags, and plenty of glitter. There was also a sign up listing the Big Sibling/Little Sibling pairings, in case anyone had missed it.

Welcome to all the new people!

[~~WAIT FOR THE OCD PLEASE.~~ OCD is done! This is part one of the picnic, for specifically meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. Part two is happening simultaneously here, in an effort to keep browsers from breaking for as long as possible. *g* Both posts are open to everyone.]

fredoftheburrow.livejournal.com

Fred opened the shop a little late today, due to the fact that he had been up all night working on his most recent special order. He finally had it down, though. Puck followed him to the door as he propped it open and peered out around the corner (if slinkies could peer, and I say they do). Fred frowned at Puck.

"You know the rule--you need to be on your leash if you're going outside. We can go out later." Puck wagged (if slinkies could wag, and again, I say they can) hopefully and slinked back into the shop.

Fred laid out the mat, as ususal.

[ooc: please say if you step on the mat]

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