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It was that time of year, again. One of Sparkle's favourite times of year, in fact.

The time of year when the summer stock shipments (not that many had survived the summer anyway) started to slow down, and the autumn stock started to roll in. Cute hats, gloves, scarves. Sweaters! Look at these adorable sweaters! It wasn't even September yet. God know this week was meant to continue to be hotter than the devil's asscrack. But fall gear?

Fall gear!

Clearly, Sparkle had to start picking through it to dress up the mannequins anyway.

And maybe start browsing the internet for cuddly winter onesies, too. Oh, shit, that one was a sea otter! Clearly he had to order in like five.

So. That was Sparkle's day, set.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

The rainbow that had appeared for the parade seemed intent on sticking around for the picnic as well, and the weather seemed to be holding up nicely. The tables had been draped in tablecloths in the colours of various pride flags, and each one had a centerpiece that consisted of a vase with smaller ~~moddable~~ flags in it, free for the taking. Off to the side there was a ball pit, a giant inflatable rainbow slide (the kraken had been retired for the year on account of multiple instances of eldritch traumas), and other activities for people to enjoy. There were booths, there was food, and even the stage had made a reappearance this year, with a setup for karaoke if anybody was feeling daring, but plenty of room if anybody wanted to get up and play, too.

All-in-all? It was a lovely day with a brightly-coloured park open for everyone to come enjoy.

[OOC: And the picnic is good to go! Enjoy!]

future_sandworm

Leto hadn't visited Fandom for a while, maybe for too long, but things had been busy in Arrakeen, and he could hardly ignore his duties. This would be a short visit, possibly a surprise one to some ~~if they approve~~ and of course he'd start it with a coffee at the Perk as usual.

After ordering, he found a seat by the window, as usual. And as usual, watched people walk past.

It was a nice contrast to having the leaders of one of the major Houses poisoned and causing a violent conflict among their potential successors. Not that that hadn't been interesting, but he did deserve some quiet time.

[Open! Leto needed some attention from me and I'm home sick and bored.]

future_sandworm

Leto had a portal booked for this evening, and until then he was going to enjoy the day as much as he could, probably doing as little as possible. Right now he was leaning back on a bench, eyes closed, head tilted backwards a little. The dry air of Arrakis was more comfortable to him, but autumn in Fandom brought back nostalgic memories that were close enough in time for him to enjoy them, and very much his own.

He opened his eyes and watched the flamingos by the pond, smiling, wondering if Hania was ever going to insist playing croquet with them again.

[Expecting one, but can be open before that, and it's a very open park]

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

future_sandworm

A visit to Fandom was something Leto always looked forward to, for several reasons. This time he had been curious to stop by the new tea place, but deciding to give Sparkle some space, he had chosen the Perk, as usual.

He liked their coffee, after all.

Hania had pouted when he had told her she couldn't come along, so Alice had distracted her with a newly invented three day celebration of... something. Leto had noted that it involved funny shoes. That kind of thing usually meant the court would be on edge when he got back and maybe he should offer Ghanima to share having some fun with that.

But for now, he was sipping a coffee by a window table, watching the passers-by.

[Open! Leto needed to get out more. Please come and say hi!]

myownface

Sparkle came in to work today, stumbling through the door after an overnight on Coruscant to spend some time with the younglings, settled behind the counter and promptly...

... faceplanted on the counter.

And kind of stayed that way.

For maybe an hour.

He was fine, but it still felt a little bit like everything else was on fire, and if he could just get a nap in edgewise, that would be great. Just one little nap.

Yes. Good.

[OOC: Open! Zzzz.]

myownface

Thunderstorms on the mainland? Were there thunderstorms on the mainland? Because once again, the island had braced itself for a beautiful Pride weekend, and had gotten those thunderstorms out of the way early enough in the day that, when the sun came out to shine for the parade itself, it had also provided a beautiful rainbow, clear across the sky.

Regular meteorologial event with fortuitous timing, or Fandom being supportive? Who knew?

Like last year, the parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

All in all, it was a lovely day for Fandom Island's second annual Pride parade!

[OOC: Open! Get your Pride on!]

myownface

Soooooo, apparently today was Sparkle's 21st birthday? Which was weird.

It was weird. And Sparkle hadn't really planned anything for it. He always found it easier to make a big deal out of other people's big days than his own. And anyway, what did 21 mean? He could use real identification to drink now? Where was the fun in that?

But he wanted to do something, so he sent off a ~~handwavey~~ text to anyone on his contact list just saying, Fast Eddie's tonight, the multiverse has had to deal with 21 years of me, suckers, and then hopped through a portal to Fandom Island to crash the arcade.

... No, he didn't have anything in mind beyond that. No real party or anything. Just, hey, come to the arcade. Waste some quarters. Maybe somebody would show up. It'd be great. And he was kind of grinning like an idiot as he showed up, since he'd made a stop at the apartment first.

Aww, Sia. Unsolicited presents were kind of great.

[OOC: I literally forgot about this until just before bedtime last night. OCD-free, daytime SP applies, hello, it's Sparkle's birthday, if you think you got an invite, or even if you didn't, feel free to crash in!]

myownface

Sparkle's classes were over!

All of Sparkle's classes were over. No teaching at the high school, no freaking out over final assignments at the college. Just... vacation, with no real intention of going back to either. Maybe eventually the urge would arise, but for now, he was done. And sitting at work. Staring around the shop.

Not quite sure what to do with himself.

After a good twenty minutes of sitting around awkwardly, Sparkle started picking through the nail polish to see if there was a colour he wanted to try on. Whatever.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

So sue him, Sparkle was kind of absolutely in love with Elias, the kid who had showed up for him and Leto twice, now. It kind of made him wonder, after year number two, just what the odds were of this being more than a quirk of the island, someday.

And that thought always gave him a weird feeling in his chest, a kind of shortness of breath...

He didn't think it was a bad feeling, though. Just... maybe a not yet feeling.

In any case, he'd brought the boy with him to work today, and was entertaining him by letting him run rampant around the clothing store, picking out bits and pieces for outfits for them both to wear. He'd left a message for Leto, after all, and so they wanted to look their best in case he came around.

... In whatever capacity 'their best' could be managed when letting a nine year old do all the outfit coordinating.

"What do you think, Elias? A scarf? No scarf? Different scarf?"

Adventure wardrobe.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

Sparkle was... hungry, he thought.

Or cold? Maybe he was cold. He'd slept outside last night, not completely certain what to do with himself after the slugs had gone away, and while Atton's intructions to go to Selkie Cove were still ringing in his head, he was all too aware that if he were to go there, he'd find nothing.

And he... he wanted nothing. That had been the whole point, right? But that sort of nothing was too much. So he'd kind of aimlessly stumbled around town, and then the island had started dropping chocolate sprinkles on his head. Which was maybe a hint? He was taking it as a hint. He was hungry. He should eat. He hadn't done that since...

... He wasn't sure.

The barista had taken some manner of pity on him, walking him through his usual order and then letting him have his coffee and a donut on the house. Had even told him to take a seat and eat them, be careful not to burn himself on the coffee, though it was possible she'd done that just to get him out of the way so that other customers could order.

Okay, good. He'd gotten this far. Island said to eat, barista said to drink, and so Sparkle was sitting at a table near the window, kind of mechanically doing both, and wondering what to do himself after he was finished with that.

[OOC: Open Perk! Sparkle is not exactly all there just yet, but he probably won't try to kill you!]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

myownface

So, Sparkle had wanted to sit down with a list of, like, evening classes or something to poke through. Maybe not for the fall; he was a little late to get into anything any college might be offering, unless he wanted to play with Portalocity and poke at other slightly askew timelines. But for... for something.

He'd wanted to.

What he'd come in to today was a massive shipment of new stock, all needing to be sorted and priced and put out, to replace the stock that had been damaged in the sharkicane.

He sighed, gave the computer a longing look, and then shook his head and set to work. Demon Marcus was open, and it even had clothing in it today!

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

Okay, so Sparkle hadn't been in to work for... a while. At least, not as himself, anyway. Last weekend there'd been that whole 'being a flying pony' thing, which normally he'd be kind of amused about, only this time around the pony wasn't even himself.

Anyway, usually when the island turned him into a pony, he was a unicorn, not a pegasus. Either way, it meant that he was a touch behind on things like orders that needed to be placed, and with summer in full swing, he had to put in orders for, like, new swimwear and t-shirts. Some of the racks were looking a little sparse.

So, if anybody needed Sparkle, he was going to actually be at the counter today, looking like a store manager who was doing his job, for once.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

The day started with a rainbow. Not that there had been any rain last night, really. The island, noticing the ~~handwavy~~ posters up around town, had figured it wanted to contribute to the spirit of the whole thing, and slapping a big, bright rainbow into the sky had seemed like the obvious way to do it. By around noon, it was clear that the rainbow was going to be sticking around, too, less a meteorological phenominon and more a banner painted across the sky. Down below, little flowers had popped up overnight in bright colours, some mimicking the rainbow up above, some in other configurations; pink-purple-blue, blue-pink-white-pink-blue, black-grey-white-purple, yellow-white-purple-black, and so on. The flowers, fortunately, were there to be pretty, with no other weird effects on the island's populace.

Though, really, if presenting a bouquet of them to one's favourite person ended well for somebody, the island wasn't going to complain, either.

The parade itself was to start on the Causeway, a good gathering point for Fandomites in the past, and a fairly central location on the island. From there it would follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity and following it until it turned into Loon and Loon turned into Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where people were welcome to sit and mingle to their hearts' content.

The weather was nice, making liars out of the meteorologists in favour of shunting clouds aside for sunshine and a pleasant breeze. A perfect day for a parade!

[OOC: Open! Welcome to Fandom Pride!]

puppy_fair

Zack gasped when he came in for his shift today. He'd heard about the newborn puppies over the radio last week, but between realizing Rufus was on the island and, of all things, dogsitting for him, hadn't been able to make it in to see them for himself until this morning. They were so... so small! And wiggly! Their eyes were still closed and they couldn't stand on their own two feet yet, and he basically wanted to snuggle each and every one of them.

He resisted, leaving them with their mother so as to not stress any of them out, and went to get one of the older puppies to keep company with for the day. There was a ridiculous mutt with one floppy ear who loved wrestling the rope toy, and Zack was quite happy to alternate between playing with her and doing assorted duties around the store while she napped and ate.

[OOC: Open!]

future_sandworm

Apparently he visited this place often enough for the barista to be able to guess his preferred choice of coffee. Either that or there were too few Fandom customers for her to keep track of. Or he was predictable. Or he should stop flirting with her.

Anyway, Leto had stopped by for a brief visit in Fandom, and since having a coffee at The Perk was what he usually did when he was here, that was what he was doing now. Sitting at a table by the window with a good view of passers-by. That too had become a habit.

[I have no reason for Leto being in Fandom. I'm just around and I'm sad that I missed random icons yesterday. And I'm missing having a character on island. Open, I'm happy to have Leto talk to anyone.]

myownface

Well, it looked like the 'missing footwear' situation from last weekend had resolved itself, and now Sparkle had an overabundance of the stuff because he'd ordered more just to be on the safe side. Which meant, this week, shoes.

So, so many shoes.

And so he threw a sign into the window:

Let's Get Some Shoes!
Footwear Half-Off!

If that didn't take care of it, well... shoes forever, he was cool with that.

[OOC: Open!]

glacial_queen

After getting Hannibal's message about having a new child show up on the island, Karla had wasted no time chartering a portal to get to Fandom. Portalocity, however, had managed to waste plenty of her time, accidentally sending her through a portal with both a half-day layover and the wrong destination. While the dimension of blue had a very lovely Fandom, that was most definitely not the Fandom Karla had been aiming for. After yet more time arguing with customer service about whether or not this was the Fandom she'd intended all along and then a very long, personal groveling session when they realized which account they'd messed up, Karla was finally where she'd meant to be...two days late.

Back home, Warren was already pitching a fit in his polite and soft-spoken-yet-somehow-terrifying manner that involved a level of businesspeak and legalese that Karla didn't entirely understand yet generally made corporations roll over and show their stomachs. It was impressive and normally, Karla would have loved to watch. But she apparently had a daughter to meet.

Coffee anyone? she sent in a mass text to whomever she thought might be around.

[Open for fellow parents and small children alike! Pings to be picked up after I wake up, though SP through the workday.]

myownface

Why yes, Sparkle was in a pretty great mood today. He loved these weekends. The idea that someday he might have his shit together enough to be responsible for a little person who called him Dad was... like...

After that whole thing with his sister a couple of weekends back, he'd needed this, okay?

And so he was spending his morning pulling together clothes for his kid, because there was no way he was going to let the boy wear the same clothes two days in a row, okay? And he was willing to cut some sweet discounts for any other temporary parents who wanted to change their kids into something clean, too.

Because kids. They were probably covered in mud and ice cream by now, right?

myownface

Hell yes, Sparkle was coming in today. And hell yes he was going to wear a cute dress and heels, too, because he was fabulous no matter what shape his body was, dammit.

He was also keeping Ada's sign from yesterday out, with one minor adjustment.

Need Emergency Clothing?
25% off if Fandom pulled an April Fool on you
~~TODAY ONLY~~
Extended to today! Make certain you're prepared for the next time this happens, too!

Because Sparkle knew this was a recurring thing the island liked to do. And he knew that it liked to follow people home. And it didn't hurt to make certain they were prepared to deal with it, did it?

[OOC: Open!]

endsthegame

A weekend could pass in the blink of an eye, couldn't it?

The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.

It was time to return.

[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]

future_sandworm

What did you do when your father returned from the dead? They had agreed not to spend this short time arguing about the choices they both had made, but that left them with the fact that they didn't know each other. Oh, Leto knew his father's memories, but that was not the same as knowing him as a father, or rather the man who had never been a father to him. Paul Atreides didn't know his son at all, and his blindness prevented him from even seeing him.

In this situation clearly the best choice was to take his father to the Perk and offer him coffee and cake. Because what else could he do?

[Open for Perk visits of course, and welcome to talk to the former and current Emperors of the Known Universe.]

myownface

This year was going to be different.

Yes, Sparkle was well aware that the switching of a calendar from one year to the next was really just an arbitrary marker of the continuation of the steady passage of time, and that any one grouping of around three hundred and sixty five days was more or less the same as the next, fundamentally. Something as commonplace as the passage of time from one day to the next didn't automatically wipe the slate clean and guarantee an improvement in the days ahead.

And you know what? He'd heard that fucking argument from so many people who thought they were sooooo much better than the people who were hoping for an improvement in the new year, he was pretty sure that if he heard it one more time he was going to punch something and scream. Or type at them loudly in all-caps. Sure, the simple passage of time from one year to the fucking next wasn't going to change anything. Of course it wasn't. But the New Year had been traditionally used as a symbolic starting point for people to choose to change things themselves since for-fucking-ever, and if Sparkle wanted to use today as an easy-to-refer-to marker for the change he wanted to see in himself, he was going to just go right ahead and do that, high-and-mighty haters with their heads up their asses be damned.

This year was going to be a better year. The world could throw 2016: Part Two at him, and if he had any say in the matter, he wouldn't be caught off-guard by it this time around. He'd stand up and clench his fist and yell in its stupid fucking face. Then he'd save his own damn self for a change, or remind himself that this too shall pass, or, in an unprecedented turn of events, remember that for once in his life he wasn't alone, and he'd ask somebody for help.

2016 was over, 2017 was going to be better, and Sparkle was going to kick it off by leaving a postcard that he'd photoshopped himself that morning, of Milady the Fish in his tank taking in last night's ball drop in New York, for Alluka to find on her next shift. Then maybe he'd contemplate his lesson plan, or take inventory on the winter clothes while the weather was more or less behaving itself.

Or just take a little while to breathe.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free because pfft, starting 2017 on a lazy note works just fine for me.]

myownface

Spark held his breath as he crouched down by the access panel to one of the seemingly abandoned warehouses in the dirtier, presumably even rainier part of town. Of course it was raining. It always seemed to be these days, and that suited Spark just fine. After all, if people weren't inclined to be out in this weather in a neighbourhood like this one, that bought him a little bit more time to do his job uninterrupted. His datapad was patched in to the panel, and he was just a few more seconds away from bypassing the security systems so that he could get inside. He'd paid dearly to get the passcodes forged, getting the credits he needed for the exchange by selling off a few memories on the black market. Nothing important, really. A few sexual experiences. A pleasant date with his first boyfriend. The rush of his first successful heist, minus any of the incriminating details. He'd made backups of all of those memories before he'd sold them off, of course. He was desperate, not stupid.

His screen flashed bright red in warning as one of his codes failed to pass a security checkpoint manned by one of the company's more intelligent AIs, and he hissed between his teeth, pulling himself sharply to his feet and yanking his datapad's uplink jack free before she could turn his work back against him and hack in. Okay, the subtle way in wasn't going to do him any good.

He pulled out his gun and shot the access panel twice, kicking up a white-hot flurry of his namesake, then kicked the door in and slipped inside.

He'd come too far to lose ground now, anyway. He wasn't going to give up yet.

[OOC: Because sometimes you just gotta break into a warehouse. Open!]

imafuturist

So, turning someone back from stone was turning out to be a problem. A minor problem.

Or a huge one, whatever.

That would be why Tony was spending his day, running through simulations with JARVIS, trying to figure out the way it should happen, but, more importantly, if it was even possible. What he needed was access to all the SHIELD information on the Grey Gargoyle. Maybe if he asked nicely?

Yes, he was hacking SHIELD. Deal with it.

[Open!]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, so there were plenty of cool treats for everyone to enjoy, and shady places to sit. If those places were kind of glittery, well, the alumni would have to admit that they'd kind of missed that sort of thing.

[OCD is up! Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | The First Post]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, which was probably good news for everyone potentially getting wet, and there were plenty of opportunities for fun and personal enjoyment... whatever your definition of that term might be!

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

myownface

Sparkle hadn't slept in his bed last night.

Hell, come to that, Sparkle still hadn't slept. He hadn't even been on the island. He'd been in Baltimore, in Dr. Lecter's former neighbourhood (it was familiar enough), causing the sort of minor chaos that had gotten him into trouble more than once back in Toronto. He hadn't broken into anybody's houses, no, but more than a few of the rich snobby sorts would be waking up to find their garden sheds broken into, mostly worthless items missing that they probably wouldn't notice were gone for months. Or until their gardener brought it to their attention.

Sparkle sighed and clutched to a coffee that was too big for sane human consumption, and poked listlessly at the contents of his open backpack.

"Stupid," he muttered, pulling out a spool of weed-whacker twine and turning it over in his hand. "Stupid stupid stupid stupid."

Apparently it was going to take more than a night of petty theft for him to start feeling more like himself again. But hey. It had been worth a shot.

[OOC: I have the apartment to myself all weekend, so clearly the thing to do is camp out on the couch and RP. Open!]

suitably_heroic

Class was over with, and with it, the week or so of hiding out in the apartment that Atton'd been doing. It'd been nice, for as long as it lasted, but getting out of the house that morning had felt better than he'd anticipated.

So instead of heading home after class, he took a detour past the Perk. He ordered something caramelly and sweet at the counter - once again swearing the barista to secrecy about the drink's contents - and then set up shop at the edge, waiting for his drink to be finished.

"So how much longer until you guys hit the Pumpkin Spice again?"

Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

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]]

myownface

Sparkle didn't wanna.

He just... didn't, okay? It was his birthday. He was turning twenty. And the past year had been a shitty year. He'd lost a home, basically skipped out on his entire reality so that he wouldn't have to face the music and go to court, his heart had been broken, one of his friends was dead, and now his best-friend-slash-roomie was missing-presumed-not-dead-yet-fucking-hell-Atton. Sure, there were good things about the past year too. He'd met Leto, for one. Moved in with said best-friend-slash-roomie for another. But overall, on the big old scale of good versus shitty, Sparkle would be perfectly happy to not repeat that particular year of his life ever again.

He wasn't doing much at work today. Just sitting up on the counter lighting sparklers one by one and watching them burn out. Fuck it, he didn't care.

[OOC: Open!]

newroutines

Some days, Mike was just glad that shit was normal. There wasn't freaky stuff happening, no hormone overdrive, no random things falling from the sky, and half the town's population wasn't even on vacation somewhere else. It was just a normal Saturday.

The only thing that would've made him feel even more okay was if it had been summer already. Damn, he missed summer. The best thing he could do about that was reflect it in the specials board.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
A Day at the Beach
Green Summer

If missing another season was the worst this day had in store for Mike, he was cool with that.

[ocd up! post up early by request!]

future_sandworm

Stopping by the Perk for a coffee had become a habit for Leto when visiting Fandom, and he saw no reason to change that. He would meet up with Sparkle later for knife training and a karaoke evening -- not that he intended to sing, but he suspected Sparkle would make up for that. Right now he was sipping his coffee, content to just have a peaceful morning.

[Open!]

future_sandworm

Strictly speaking, Leto hadn't needed to visit Fandom today. Those documents could have waited until Ghanima's next visit home, and he was well aware that it was just an excuse. These days he let himself indulge in excuses, however, if they didn't cause any disruption. Besides, yesterday had been quite a success, not to mention hilarious, as he had managed to confuse both the Ixians and a few of the Houses, by at first agreeing to their proposals and then turning them upside down, and making everyone unsure what they had actually agreed to, even after signing the documents. That was part of the excuse, because it really needed to be described in person.

And, because he was here, he could just stop by for a cup of coffee, and some quiet time just idly looking out the window.

[Expecting one, but open!]

future_sandworm

What use would it be to give someone a knife without teaching him to use it? And Sparkle had asked, after all. Besides, Leto expected it would be a lot of fun, which made it even better.

He had arranged to meet Sparkle at the Atlas gym and had arrived a bit early, practicing some moves by himself to warm up, trying out the selection of knives he had brought for himself. He should do this more often, really, although less for training than to clear his mind. For a while now he had been training Hania, but as Duncan was now himself and had accepted the position of Swordmaster to the Atreides again, he would leave that to him. They would probably enjoy it, no doubt.

This place brought back memories of the Fandom Fight Club. As Leto stopped to pick up another knife, he smiled to himself, thinking back to that while balancing the blade in his hand.

[Leto is here for Sparkle, but the gym is open of course]

future_sandworm

Yesterday had been Leto's and Ghanima's birthday, and what better way could there be to ~~handwavily~~ celebrate it avoiding ceremony at court and spending the time in Ghani's room eating take-out food. Why the island had seen fit to offer its residents Santa hats on this particular day, was as usual a mystery, but Leto had decided not to take it personally. Sadly, there had been no hats left to take home to Irulan.

He would catch a portal later, but there was time to stop by the Perk before than, enjoying a cup of coffee before returning home. Outside the window a polar bear waved cheerfully at him, holding up a bottle. Leto just smiled and shook his head. At least Fandom didn't change.

[Open!]

myownface

Sparkle wasn't completely certain why he'd come back to the clothing store to clean up today after all of yesterday's... gremlin... messiness. But there was marinara sauce on the door, and a lot of the racks had been toppled over, and sticky gremlin muck was smeared across the floor, and it had just... bothered Sparkle, he supposed, to leave it that way. Probably since he'd worked here for so long back when he was still a student on the island.

Besides, he still had his key. And nobody was in working today to protest him just sort of showing up and filling a bucket and grabbing a rag to scrub things down, so... here he was.

Cleaning this place that he totally didn't work at.

Like... somebody who worked here. Or something.

He was probably just going to suck it up before the day was through and admit that he had kind of adopted the place as his own, but for the time being, he was just, you know, casually cleaning a business he had no current ties to at all. Totally normal Labour Day activity, that.

Right?

[OOC: Open! ... Denial is a huge part of Sparkle's modus operandi, really.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

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]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade's portal had arrived a bit later, but only because he'd gotten to have a layover for five hours in a karking men's truck stop bathroom. He would never be clean again.

"Coffee," he told the barista with a glower. "So. Much. Coffee."

He slumped into a seat and glared at all of the unfamiliar faces outside the shop. Ugh. Fandom. Hopefully most of those people weren't karking relatives.

[OOC: So open.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Anyone who happened by the park tonight might take notice of a mysterious tent that had appeared there. It seemed both out of place and mysterious, exactly the sort of thing to invite people who might be so inclined to find that sort of thing inviting.

Inside they would find a fortuneteller waiting for them, with her crystal ball at the ready, prepared to tell you what your future would hold.

Or maybe just to screw with them. Hard to tell.

[Open to those who have signed up, though anyone can feel free to notice the tent.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

charming_thief

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

This would probably be her last shift here, at this store; if not forever, then at least for now. The child was nearing its arrival, for good or for ill, and Leto knew of her condition, and pieces were falling together. She couldn't see the shape of the puzzle yet. Perhaps she didn't want to.

Meanwhile, the very missed and much-loved father of her child-to-be wished to hear some music, and the Queen of Wonderland was eager to comply. She'd managed to re-create one of her music mixes, the one she'd put together for Antarctica. He was from the desert, but perhaps he'd appreciate the songs nonetheless.

(Leto modded with permission. open, ocd-free.)

Current Music: Anggun - Snow on the Sahara

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