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The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

prof_of_cunning

No, Edmund wasn't in the wrong place ~~and neither was this post~~; there was an incredibly direct note taped to the classroom door pointing his Dealing With Idiots students this way.

He also wasn't wearing one of the lovely purple uniform shirts stacked on the table beside him, and as for the hats... well. You couldn't pay him to put one of those on.

Just in case that wasn't obvious, he opened with a subtle allusion to that very fact: "You couldn't pay me to put one of those hats on." See? Subtle. "If you've any sense at all, the same is true for you."

Blackadder smiled somewhat evilly. Well.... not evilly, not really. Just bastardly. Evil took more effort than he cared to expend. "Luckily for us all, I'm not paying you; I'm just ordering you. Welcome to the Real World, and I don't mean that programme where they shove a bunch of spoiled twenty-somethings into a flat for six weeks and interview them on the commode about the previous week's adventures in fornication. I'm talking about the service industry. Today, half of you will be wearing the pointier and less dangly bits of a cow on your heads, while the other half try as hard as possible to make your lives completely miserable while ordering food from you."

All right, maybe he was a little evil. "The place is also open to the public, so you'll have to deal with any real idiots who wander in."

[OOC: Open! Post is for Dealing With Idiots class and anyone else who wants to traipse in and make their lives hell by ordering a Super McDuper McMoobity Meal with no bun, ranch dressing on the side, extra ice in the Diet Coke and a mini-moob meal toy without the mini-moob meal.]

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Even the human art couldn't distract her today.

So if she was experimenting with her hair and not setting off the security devices...well. Who could blame her? She'd turn them off before anyone else came in, obviously.

The gallery? Open.

nohaircutsplz

There were rose petals all over everything.

Medusalith approved. It was like some sort of grand event where they were showered with flowers and praise, only it was the whole town and no one had praised her yet. They should get on fixing that. In the meantime, she would be here, cleaning the petals off the art.

The gallery was open.

((Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.))

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith's head hurt this morning. She blamed the 'music' last night, unaware that the pink things were probably more responsible. She didn't particularly care, though, because she'd gotten to spend her birthday with Blackagar, so really, all was positively golden in her view.

The gallery and all of its lovely things is open for your perusal.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was relieved that all the students had returned to the island. For someone from a closed environment like Attilan, the notion that everyone could just take off for a while had been very odd indeed. It was nice, then, to be settling back into her regular schedule, which included that oh-so-human concept of 'a job.' She arranged everything appropriately in the gallery and settled behind the desk, avoiding cleaning. She was a princess, after all. Standards had to be maintained where possible, and she was sure she would have to clean something soon enough.

The gallery is open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was at the gallery on Monday, wondering what the deal was with this festival everyone seemed to be celebrating. Perhaps she should ask someone, she thought, and then discarded the idea. Although she had noticed that gifts were involved. Was she expected to give Blackagar a gift? She had no idea.

The gallery is open for all your last-minute shopping needs.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was in an actual good mood today. She'd rescued Blackagar, that bog thing was gone, everything was back to normal. And hopefully no giant dogs would be invading the gallery with more bad news.

...she was probably going to have to explain a few things to Ms. Devereaux, wasn't she? Oh, dear.

At any rate, the gallery? Open. Perhaps you'd like to buy some art for someone for Christmas and/or the winter holiday of your choice?

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith hadn't listened to the radio last night. If she had, she would have been out searching the island with a fine-toothed comb, not sitting in an art gallery contemplating whether that statue would be shown to better effect over by that painting. So she started the day perfectly calm, maybe even a little bored, but mostly in a good mood.

That would change.

Until that point, however, the gallery was open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was in a mood. The sort of mood that, back in Attilan, would have resulted in everyone treading very cautiously around her and her mother suggesting that perhaps she should go visit Blackagar, the subtext being 'before you start tossing breakables and/or make a servant cry.' She suspected it was attributable to the amount of kissing that had happened recently, and her realization that if she wanted things to happen without horrible death and property damage, she might have to resign herself to losing the use of her hair for the duration. That was just depressing. She'd sooner cut off an arm. On the other hand...well, yes. On the other hand.

This was a problem that would require some thought.

She was in no state of mind whatsoever to think about art, and her hair was kind of...unfortunately twitchy, but she was here.

furnaceface

Half the island seemed to have gone completely barmy, but the insanity had somehow managed to miss Jonothon somewhat. Difficult to burst into song when you had no mouth, after all.

By some miracle, he'd managed to set up something that somewhat resembled a stage using scraps scavenged from the abandoned warehouses, and he'd built a huge bloody bonfire on the beach, which he'd lit in his own special way while nobody happened to be looking. And, of course, this being the fifth of November, he'd even found a way to wrangle some fireworks.

Don't ask how. Jono could be resourceful when he wanted to be, damn it.

Now, really, all he needed was an audience. And a vocalist. Where the hell was Christian, anyhow?

[Open to all, with threads for Glee Club, Jono's band, and everyone else who wants to sing, too!]

nohaircutsplz

Medusa had had actual snakes for hair the other day. They were decidedly not all they were cracked up to be, but luckily, no one seemed to have been turned to stone. So she was here in the gallery, and after tending to her usual duties, she would be over here petting her hair.

Don't judge. You would, too, if you had her hair.

The gallery? Open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith had woken up this morning still sans her lady parts and most of her hair. The penis was not an adequate substitution. Still, she had responsibilities to fulfill, so she was at the gallery. Hiding behind what was left of her hair and sulking, but at the gallery.

There was a no doubt charming new display, which Medusalith would care about more when the universe saw fit to give her her hair back. The gallery was open.

nohaircutsplz

Well, her sister was gone, and not a moment too soon. Medusa had managed to track her down before she left the island, but her righteous anger had melted upon seeing a member of her family who wasn't Maximus, and she'd wound up hugging Crystal until she squeaked and telling her not to worry her so much.

She hadn't heard Saturday night's radio broadcast at that point, no.

Now, Crystal was gone, and so were Medusa's blue shoes. That girl.

At least Maximus was gone, too. She was sure Blackagar had enjoyed seeing his brother but, well. Something about the way Maximus looked at her made her uncomfortable, sometimes.

The gallery was open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith was at work. And bored. Normally, she would take this time to work on something like learning to knit with her hair, but the blasted security cameras ruled out that option. So she was fussing with straightening the paintings and investigating the closet of cleaning supplies. She spent a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out what the vacuum cleaner was and how it worked, and finally just stuck it back in the closet, none the wiser.

The gallery was open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith still didn't really get the whole 'art for money' thing she'd gotten herself into, but she had to say that being surrounded by beautiful things all day was a far, far better prospect than tracking down Lockjaw and giving him the bath she was quite sure he desperately needed after that thing with the fish on Friday. She'd wisely stayed in, as she had no desire to try to scrub fish out of her hair. Lockjaw, on the other hand, didn't know the meaning of 'wise.'

He probably wasn't even on the island, which would complicate matters immensely. Perhaps she could get away with pretending she'd thought the whole thing was Blackagar's problem. Probably not, though.

So, really, on the whole she was absolutely thrilled to be at work today, and the gallery was open.

nohaircutsplz

Medusalith had a job. For money. Selling art to humans--no, people. Some of them might not be human.

Though her English was ~~somehow~~ impeccable, there were still several concepts going on here that were completely alien to her. Punctuality, though, she understood perfectly, so Monday found her at the gallery, attempting to wrap her head around the rest of it. She kept falling into a sort of vicious cycle where she got so absorbed in trying to figure out the cash register machine thing that she forgot to keep her hair still and it began moving in little distracted tendrils, some of which experimentally pecked at the keys. When she realized what was happening, she would stop it, but when she focused to quiet her hair she forgot everything she'd just learned.

This could be problematic.

The gallery was open.

magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com

Sophie was considering her next exhibition, Portals. Of many different kinds. Maybe even hanging some so that they looked like doors you could walk through...?

There was iced tea and lemonade on the sideboard; and a small plate of cookies.

Also, a Now Hiring: Inquire Within sign was hung inside the front window.

[OCD is pricing objets d'art at Sotheby's.]

nohaircutsplz

Medusa still didn't trust the human food, but a girl had to eat, and she had been told that this 'sushi' was fresh and delicious, which sounded promising. Also, she approved of any time she got to spend with Blackagar, so here she was, eying her surroundings in a vaguely suspicious way.

((For the cousin, but it is of course an open restaurant!))

wwiii

After a conversation with Kitty earlier in the week about summer and beaches and partying in general, she and Warren had both agreed that throwing one such party as soon as possible would be a great idea!

And, while Warren hadn't really done this 'beach party' thing many times in his life, he'd decided to default to the tried and true, 'if it looks beach-like, spend money on it' strategy, just to be certain that he didn't mess this up. There was a cooler with assorted soft drinks inside, a BBQ and a small stack of hot dogs and hamburgers, there were salads and there were chips and, heaven help him, he'd invested in a beach volleyball net. Because if there was one thing that television had taught him about these things, it was that an afternoon on the beach wasn't complete without a rousing game of beach volleyball while played to a rousing montage of 80's rock on that handy portable radio he'd bought.

Yep. Beach volleyball. Probably shirtless. Or at least in bikinis.

... Look, he was a teenage boy. He was allowed to have some wishful thinking at least sometimes, right?

[Open! Random beach party for the sake of partying on a beach, anyone?]

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