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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

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...]

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The apathy had gotten to be too much for Loki. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was stagnant and bored and he'd begged Metatron for some other assignment. Just fucking something.

So. He'd been granted a return trip to fucking Wisconsin which...wasn't ideal but at least it was bigger than this place. He'd take it and go back and wander and sit in airports and try to fucking atone.

This was it for the angel. He was over this fucking place and it's fucking weirdness. It'd been a good damn ride but everyone needed a change at some point.

One last shift, one last class on Friday and then he was gone.

Current Mood: satisfied

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Loki didn't know what the fuck was going on outside but he knew he wasn't going to check it out. The walls had grown around and nearly through his fucking pool so staying inside seemed like the safest option.

Fuck this fucking island. Loki was almost ready to beg Metatron to ask God to send him back to fucking Wisconsin. This shit was old and done with.

Current Mood: apathetic

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the month so Loki, in a rare fit of productivity, was getting shit done before the start of the month. It was always the busiest time for him but it meant rents, money and paydays. That, of course, meant he could buy shit he didn't need to keep him occupied. That was always a good thing.

Of course, the cursing and huffing and puffing he was doing while trying to be a responsible member of society meant that whatever he bought better be damn fucking good for all this shit.

Current Mood: determined

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Loki didn't really care about decorating this year. Maybe closer to Christmas, he'd get around to putting up some lights but he was just fucking over it for now. He was bored and restless with this fucking island and just wanted to go home.

Hell, he almost wanted to go back to fucking Wisconsin. At least the clergy there were fun to mess with. But no. He was here, stuck as a landlord and a teacher and wondering if maybe he could just cut his wings and make things interesting.

It made for some serious contemplation.

Current Mood: melancholy

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Sadly, Loki didn't think this week would be as exciting as last week. It didn't matter all that much since he was feeling so fucking caged and edgy this week. This week he could actually flop down in the comfortable chairs and play his video games for all of the fucking world to see.

This week he didn't feel like punching walls and hurling pizza at windows. It was a marked improvement and Loki was celebrating with Pop Tarts and video games. Party animal, that's what he was.

Current Mood: contemplative

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Fuck this shit, Loki wasn't even going to come out of his apartment today if he could help it. Instead, he'd set up a bell at the front desk that people could ring if they really fucking needed him. Loki hoped no one needed him because he planned on staying in and watching television all day fucking day until this feeling went away.

He fucking hated being an angel on this island sometimes.

Current Mood: BITTER

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The new month meant Loki had to collect rent and had to get all the accounting for that squared away. It meant math and organization and attention to detail and it meant Loki really fucking hated his life. The only good thing was that payday for him would be soon and he could blow his money on something frivolous.

For now, he was surrounded by paper, pen in hand and looking like he'd rather be chewing glass than working.

Current Mood: blank

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Loki still wasn't really feeling like doing fuck all. He'd thought Homecoming weekend might cure the apathy but it hadn't. If anything, it had increased it and Loki had never missed Bartleby more than he did right the fuck now. At least then, he had someone to kick his ass and make him focus on shit that wasn't his myriad of issues.

Sighing, Loki tried to ignore the continued funk by organizing his files. Yes, he was that desperate that he was actually doing stupid fucking busywork. His life was officially fucking over.

Current Mood: bitchy

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki hadn't changed into a girl or anything else. He'd been stuck on the island the entire fucking week mostly by himself and he hadn't cared. Now, he was back to work and he didn't even really care. This bout of apathy was lasting longer than usual. It was like he fucking needed Bartleby to come back to life or even for Metatron to come fucking visit.

As it was, Loki was just loafing in the lobby, doing fuck all, as usual.

Current Mood: apathetic

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Everyone and their brother was off somewhere and Loki had chosen to remain on the island to get some much needed laziness done. So, he was in day five of doing shit all. Today, that included propping himself up in the lobby chairs and watching The Z-Cases.

He kind of had a thing for that Crully chick. She could fucking pull off shoulder pads and fugly colored suits so well. He approved.

Current Mood: relaxed

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Loki wasn't doing much of anything today. He was feeling supremely apathetic and lazy which led to him lounging in the lobby chairs with a blank expression and an unread book in his lap. He had no motivation, no encouragement and just no will to do anything.

It was one of those days.

Current Mood: blah

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Loki was pretty sure the most boring place in the world right now was behind this desk. He figured even Wisconsin had some clergy he could find and annoy. But no, he was stuck here, behind a desk, going through old paperwork while trying to keep himself engaged.

It wasn't going too well. He'd started making paper airplanes out of lease agreements.

Current Mood: bored

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki was staring at his computer screen. Look, it wasn't often that he played older versions of games so trying to figure out how the fuck to play Oregon Trail without putting his fist through the monitor was difficult.

"Stop fucking dying of dysentery, you bitch!" he yelled, slamming a hand on the counter top. "I am going to leave your ass in one of the rivers!"

A few minutes later, when he attempted to caulk his wagon and float across the river, the poor wagon tipped and lost half of his supplies. Loki let off a long, loud string of cursing then. Shut up, Oregon Trail was serious business.

Current Mood: pissed off

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

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

GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that at 6:00 precisely, the ligts went out and the Zombie Band started playing a familiar intro.

A burst of smoke hit the stage and the matchmaker named GOB stepped through it to make his grand entrance. A flick of each wrist and he was holding a deck of cards in each hand: all hearts. Except for a single four of clubs. GOB started moonwalking backwards, except he wasn't very good at it so it was more like walking backward with a limp. He clapped his hands together and from the cards ~~fell~~ burst forth a ~~dead~~ live dove, which ~~GOB picked up and threw off the stage toward the bar~~ swooped over the audience and ~~hit Tino after bouncing off the bar~~ attacked Tino.

"WELCOME TO CARITAS!" GOB yelled to the crowd as the music continued. "WELCOME! TO THREE MINUTE DATES!" He turned around and pointed to the back of the stage where a too-large banner dropped, showing the top half of 'THREE MINUTE DATES' while the rest was still rolled up on the stage floor. "I am GOB, your Once and Future Matchmaker. Here are the rules: I call your name and the name of somebody else. You two get together and make goo goo eyes at each other for a few minutes, and then I make a fireball appear to let you know it's time for the next round."

Tino had checked the fireball launcher GOB kept in his sleeve. Twice. It was as safe as it could possibly be.

"After the roaring sound of magical fire, I'll call out some more names and we do it again until we've done it five times. And if you don't like any of your dates, let me know and we can do it five more times in my hotel room." GOB could be as subtle as a bar on fire, something which Tino really wanted to avoid. Now let's get on with this stuff." As GOB started to reach for his notecards with the round one pairings, a quick burst of flame shot across his chest. "Huh. Shot off a little early. But I won't, ladies." Very subtle.

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

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

~~Epic OCD is beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ GO FORTH AND PLAY! If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen WHICH TOTALLY DID NOT NEARLY HAPPEN, AHEM, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

And, um, yes, this is Post 1 of 2. RECORD SETTING SIGN UPS CAUSED THIS!]

Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post to follow!]

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

Epic OCD ~~continues! If you ping in before I finish I will come over there and beat you till you cry after giving you an atomic wedgie.~~ is done! Ping away! If there are any problems... um, grab Nick on AIM, I just do what he tells me. :D

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.]

Current Mood: dates!

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Loki was doing jack all today. There really was nothing to do and he wasn't going to look for work. Instead, he was lazily tossing darts at the dartboard behind the desk.

If he was picturing anyone's face on that dartboard, it was Metatron's but Loki would never tell. Okay, he'd probably tell anyone that showed interest.

Current Mood: apathetic

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Loki wasn't feeling the whole working thing today. He was more feeling a nap in the lobby chairs. And since he was the fucking boss and he ran the fucking place, that's what he was going to do.

If anyone was desperate to talk to him, they'd wake him up. If they woke him up, they'd get cussed out and then he'd talk to them. It was just how things went.

Current Mood: sleepy

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In preparation for collecting rent, Loki was...half asleep behind the desk. What, you actually expected him to work? Fat fucking chance. He expected his tenants to get their rent in on time and be right about it. If he had to check behind their backs, he'd get angry and that was just fucking exhausting.

Besides, it was hot outside and that just made Loki fucking tired as shit. He'd just be behind the desk, lounging in his comfortable chair and dozing lazily.

Current Mood: sleepy

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It was really fucking good to be back in his apartment. He'd gotten over the cabins way too fucking quickly and didn't want to ever see them again. He was built for having space and privacy and nearly sleeping on top of another person was not his idea of fun.

Of course, going through old records and shredding them wasn't the most fun he could have had either but at least he was getting to use a really fucking awesome paper shredder and he could imagine people he hated going through it.

Current Mood: crappy

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Loki wasn't going inside the fucking apartments for as long as he could. Those bugs were still in there and if that prevented him from working, so fucking be it. He didn't want to assault his ears with something that might make his head explode.

So, instead, he was out front, sitting in one of the loungers and enjoying the hot day. It didn't really get to him all that much but he was planning on a dip in the pool a little later to cool off.

Current Mood: blah

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

So, Loki had disappeared for nearly four days. When he'd reappeared a few days ago, he'd been wearing the same clothes and hadn't felt that much different. All in all, it was an annoying but painless experience. He'd have to send a message to Metatron, tell him that he was fine. He was sure Metatron would be so fucking grateful for that.

For now, Loki was sitting in the lobby, feet up and sunglasses on, giving the impression of sleeping. He wasn't but maybe no one would annoy him if he looked the part.

Current Mood: devious

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

A new month meant that Loki had to actually do shit. There was rent to collect, accounts to balance and other mundane shit that he hated doing. He knew he had to do it but he still hated it. It went against his rebel without a cause attitude and he just knew he'd start to get a reputation as some fucking nerd if he kept this up.

Still, rent was money and he didn't want to mess that up. That was how he got paid and could buy shit. Maybe he'd just make a mess in the lobby or putt Vaseline on everyone's doorknobs. Maybe he'd do something else.

Or maybe he'd just sit there and finish his work. He'd probably do that.

Current Mood: complacent

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki didn't want to be at work today. He wanted to be in his bed, pretending he was human by sleeping the day away and not dealing with people. He wanted to sit around and eat Lucky Charms while watching bad talk shows and soap operas. After everything that had happened, he thought he deserved a little time away from the shit this place threw at him.

Of course, he wasn't doing any of that. Loki was sitting behind the desk, looking grumpy and poking at some Pop Tarts he'd gotten for breakfast. It was a day for apathy.

Current Mood: apathetic

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

After this weekend, Loki wanted a slow, nothing at all weird happens week. He didn't want to see the faces of dead friends and he didn't want to deal with the memories those friends brought with them. He hadn't had much time with Bartleby but it'd been enough to shake him up.

Playing video games hadn't gotten his mind off him, reading hadn't even gotten close so now Loki was cleaning. Yes, he'd sunk that low. He was vacuuming the carpet in the lobby and watering the flowers out front. He was so fucking domestic.

Current Mood: indescribable

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki wasn't really expecting anything to happen today but he was bored enough to be putting in some overtime. He figured he could make repairs to things that needed maintenance or even clean but that meant work and work just wasn't something he wanted to do right now. He wanted to prop himself up behind his desk and collect dust.

Maybe he'd even take a nap or some shit like that. Everything seemed boring and useless and he felt a little empty today. After the past few days, that was kind of shit but Loki wasn't one to mope. He'd just bitch and whine to anyone who came in.

Current Mood: bored

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki was behind the desk in the lobby but he didn't look like he was completely there. He wasn't asleep but he was staring off into the distance, unable to stop thinking about someone that had caused so much shit to happen in a short amount of time. Loki knew he should hate his face and hate his stupid fucking plans but he...didn't. He missed Bartleby.

It felt stupid to feel like this, to be thinking of someone whose head had been turned into smashed watermelon but Loki couldn't stop. Everything else fell away while he daydreamed.

Current Mood: high

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

It was going to be another hot one today. Loki could tell that when he'd woken up and just felt the sticky heat in the air. The air conditioner would be getting a fucking work out today. If it broke, there'd be hell to pay.

Right now, everything was kosher though. The A/C was working and Loki was propped up behind the desk, reading the latest issue of Guns and Ammo. He missed guns.

Current Mood: indifferent

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Loki figured he could be outside, soaking up the sun and getting some color on his too pale skin. But that would mean getting sweaty and feeling like he'd been slapped in the face with a wet towel. Loki preferred air conditioning and he preferred a job that let him sprawl lazily in comfortable chairs while he beat the hell out of some pixelated video game men.

So, fuck the sun, Loki was enjoying the benefits of central air. Azrael would be so fucking jealous.

Current Mood: full

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

It was way too fucking hot today. Loki, of course, had seen hotter, dealt with hotter but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to complain. Too fucking hot to live, too fucking hot to work. So, instead, he was lounging in the lobby, taking advantage of the central air and playing the hell out of some video games.

Summer days were meant for air conditioning and laziness. Everyone else could have their fun outside, getting sunburned and sick. He was the smart one.

Current Mood: lazy

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]

Current Mood: good

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

There were a lot of things Loki could have been doing on a hot fucking day. He was doing the most obvious one. He was taking complete fucking advantage of the pool out front by swimming in it. It was hot, the water was cool, he couldn't get sunburned, there was no fucking bad there.

Sometimes, he really did love his job.

Current Mood: ditzy

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There was...horribly loud music blaring from the radio in the lobby. Horribly loud and horribly bad. Hall and Oates bad. For some fucking reason, the radio had been playing Maneater incessantly since he'd turned it on. And he couldn't seem to change the fucking station. It was like the knobs and buttons were all glued in place. He couldn't turn it off, couldn't change the station, couldn't do anything but listen to the fucking song over and over and over.

When he started to hum the song, he knew he had to do something drastic. So, Loki yanked the radio, plug and all (which did not stop the song, fucking island), out of the wall and went out to toss it into the pool.

That...effectively stopped it. Yep.

Current Mood: aggravated

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It was the first day of a new fucking month. It was getting hotter, the year was half over and soon, Loki would have to break out the Christmas decorations just to get into the spirit of things. For now, he was sprawled in the lobby, folders and files open on his lap. The first of the month could bite him because it meant paperwork and shit for him. Why couldn't things magically pay for themselves?

At least rent was due which meant he'd get paid soon. He had his eye on a few new video games. He was a man of simple fucking pleasures.

Current Mood: working

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Taking advantage of things is something Loki did really fucking well. Today, he was taking advantage of the warmer weather to be outside, sprawled in a lounger and drinking something fruity but, sadly, non alcoholic. If he thought about it real hard, he could remember the taste of tequila but that wasn't nearly as good.

No, this wasn't making him emo, it was pissing him off. One fucking slip up and God bans all the fucking angels from drinking. You'd think he'd be over it by now but noooo. Fucking deity with a grudge. Loki looked up at the sky and snarled before going back to his fruity drink and lazy day.

Current Mood: crappy

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Whatever the fuck that nonsense was last weekend was over and Loki felt better for it. He didn't mind a few other heavenly creatures around but that was just too damn much. He felt like he was being judged for fucking nothing and the fear of getting smote had never been higher.

Today was better. Today, Loki was eating a Pop Tart sandwich (which was exactly what it sounded like) because he fucking could and playing video games in the lobby. This was his kind of day, when there was nothing to fucking do except be a slob. Humans had it so fucking easy.

Current Mood: cynical

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Since Loki's class was tomorrow, he should have been working on some sort of lesson plan but fuck that. Considering the class topic, he didn't think he'd have to do a lesson plan for the whole session. He'd been giving the finger to dogma for so long, he was an expert.

So, instead of working seriously, he was goofing off. He'd pulled out the big television in the lobby, hooked up his video game system and was engaged in a very intense match right now. It was intense enough to draw curses and rude gestures from him so changes were he was losing. Temporary setback though. He always won in the end.

Fucking game.

Current Mood: crazy

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There were a few things happening at MHA today. Loki was actually fucking busy. It was a new month which meant he had to do the books (and he really needed to hire a fucking secretary) and it was almost a new semester which meant he had a new class to teach.

Don't ask when Loki became fond of teaching because he'd likely curse your ass out and tell you he wasn't, he just liked the power. And, well, that wasn't untrue but teaching was a lot more fun than he'd imagined it would be. It was probably the island and the administration letting him teach shit no other school would. Still, he would never admit that shit out loud.

And he was out at the front desk, actually there for any apartment matters. It was his one day or productivity for the week. And he thought that was fucking awesome.

Current Mood: busy

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had not turned into a child this weekend. Loki had been mostly in his apartment, trying to beat a goddamn video game so he'd been none the wiser. That was probably for the best because turning into a child might have freaked him out a bit.

But, it hadn't happened so now he was outside, enjoying the sun while he did a bit of cleanup around the pool. Yes, he could actually work when he wanted to. Of course, as soon as he was done, he was planting his ass in a lounger and staying there for the rest of the day. At least his priorities were in decent working order today?

Current Mood: calm

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Usually, Loki just said 'fuck it' to coming into work on Mondays. He liked his sleep and if he skipped Monday, he didn't have to deal with all the shit that came attached. Today, he decided to switch things up. So, he was out at the desk, feet up, dark sunglasses on and iPod blaring.

No one said he had to work on a Monday, right? At least he was there and could be roused if someone tried hard enough and he felt like giving them his attention.

Current Mood: cynical

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With his class tomorrow, Loki was free to do fuck all. And that's exactly what he was doing. Fuck all today consisted of him sitting by the pool, sprawled on a lounger and looking comfortably relaxed. It was warm enough to even get out of his shirt (and Loki continued to be thankful that his current vessel was decent looking) and get some sun on his pale skin.

Later, he'd probably get into the pool and go for a swim but he was content to just sit around and be as lazy as he could be.

Current Mood: lazy

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Affected or not, Loki had stayed the fuck away from the fog and its monsters. Yeah, yeah, he could have helped, could have been a hero but he was way too fucking apathetic for that sort of shit. They'd stayed away from his house so he'd stayed away from them. He wasn't some avenging angel. He was fallen. He was supposed to be apathetic.

His apathy was still showing today and was illustrated in the fact that he was sprawled in the chairs in the lobby sunglasses on and ball cap pulled low over his eyes to give the illusion of sleeping. Maybe he'd get lucky and no one would bother him. Or maybe not.

Current Mood: apathetic

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It was still too fucking nice to sit inside and pass the time there so Loki was back outside, sitting beside the pool and getting some sun. Sure, there wasn't a lot of fucking sun and it looked like rain but he didn't give a good goddamn. He wanted to be outside so that's where he was, decked out in sunglasses and a shit eating grin.

It was good to be him, sometimes.

Current Mood: mellow

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Loki had not gone batshit insane this weekend. For once, the fucking island had left him alone. If he hadn't been lazy, Loki might have celebrated that fact. Instead, he was actually fucking working. With the warm weather approaching, the pool needed to be prepped so that's exactly what Loki was doing.

Maybe he'd actually go for a swim later. It wasn't like the cold made a difference to him and he thought it might be refreshing. Or maybe he'd just convince someone else to jump in and freeze their ass off. That'd be even more fun.

Current Mood: busy

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Loki did not want to be at work today. After spending a week in the fucking Bahamas, the last place he wanted to be was back on a cold fucking island, sitting behind a desk that provided him no sun and with no ability to hurtle himself down a fucking fast slide.

Trying to make the most of a bad situation, Loki was perched in the comfy chairs in the middle of the lobby, taking out all his frustration on the video game he was playing. It was working. Somewhat. He still missed the fucking Bahamas and all that pretty shit that was there. Not a softie, just a fucking guy with eyes.

Current Mood: pensive

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So, Valetine's Day had come and gone and that meant Loki had made a trip to the mainland to get some of the cheap fucking candy. To him, that was the best part of the fucking holiday, the free candy (and maybe he liked the flowers he'd gotten on Sunday). And since food didn't tend to have any effect on him, he could eat as much as he fucking wanted without consequence.

That was his plan for today. Sitting behind the desk of MHA, snacking on candy and idly throwing darts at the dartboard installed behind the counter. He was still pretty fucking good at the game despite not having played for awhile. He wondered if they had the game of darts on X-Box. Probably be more fucking fun.

Current Mood: indifferent

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So, it was fucking snow. Again. Now, Loki didn't much care about snow but when it had been this consistent and this fucking heavy, it was hard to ignore it. And that meant Loki wasn't about to stay inside any longer. He'd been cooped up too long already and he could take it no more.

Thus, Loki was sitting in front of MHA in a lawn chair, sans jacket, and flinging snowballs at anyone who might pass by. The poor rickshaw drivers seemed to get the worst and the harder they glared, the harder Loki laughed.

See, he could make his own fucking fun. Snow would not stop him.

Current Mood: cheerful

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

There seemed to be a certain irony in the idea of feeding breadcrumbs to what was likely to be your dinner sometime along the road, but Angua was just a bit too tired to really dwell on it. It had been a long trek and, while she had very few things to carry with her, it was enough that the whole journey had been taken in her current leggy, blonde human form.

There was a lot to think about, and there was a lot to do, but right now, Angua just wanted to sit and watch the ducks at the pond fight over little pieces of dog biscuit that had been reduced to crumbs far too long ago in her pocket.

She shifted a little, making a face, pulling at her breastplate. She supposed it might have made sense to have changed out of her Watch armour and, in fact, it was probably Watch property, but something about it was comforting, for how little it was comfortable. And, somehow, leaving the city was one thing. Leaving behind her armour seemed altogether too final.

Angua let out another sigh, not be meloncholy or morose, but simply just to take in the scent of the place. She didn't exactly need to be a wolf to know that the place was at least cleaner than Ankh-Morpork. There barely seemed even the slightest touch of murkiness in the aroma, which was a good thing, right?

Angua tried not to think about it. She also tried not to think about how that third duck from the left looked particularly tasty compared to the others. She should go see about a place to stay before checking in with the local Watch, but she'd get to that in a little bit.

[[ this is going to be hell on my sleeping patterns, but puppy wanted to play! Open! ]]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

It was a new fucking month so that meant Loki got to pay bills all fucking day. It was amazing how much money a small apartment building sucked up. And it was even more amazing how fucking bored math made him. He wondered if he could just stuff cash into an envelope and hope it was enough or something.

Probably not.

Fucking bills.

Current Mood: grumpy

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

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In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
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Around the Island
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Communications
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Off-Island Travel
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Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
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