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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!

cantjossme.livejournal.com

She had been leaping across rooftops, as you do. She was chasing a particular nasty lurk who had been trying to assemble some artifact of Olos Nah and put it on the shrine of Accabwhec causing the demon of Aiel Reklawyks to rise and destroy Haddyn on even of the appearance of the comet of Ekul. Or at least he had until Mel had grabbed one of the artifact pieces and spent most of the week hunting him down. And he wasn’t going to get away this time.

Not until Mel was leaping across a rooftop and flew right into a portal that had opened up right in front of her. She flew through the portal and started cursing like a madwoman. And she kept cursing as she fell about two stories right into the island of fandom.

“Ruttin’ hell. What the rut did I do to-”

…

“Fandom?"

...

"Rocketship!"

She pulled out her twinkie-phone and started texting out. Maybe some old friends might be around.

brat_inslayage

Yeah, yeah, so technically this wasn't her job yet (and might never be, but shut up), but one of Kennedy's two classes this week had been cancelled and she had some extra energy to work off. Besides, who was going to stop her?

So, in the graveyard, a stake in her back pocket and her crossbow slung over her shoulder, patrolling like the Slayer was supposed to do. Aspiring much, Potential? So far, and this was making her a little cranky, absolutely nothing -- except for random Christmas ornaments. What. The. Hell.

All things considered, this was probably not one of Kennedy's better ideas (there were so many of those), but she wasn't about to go back on it now. Even if it was cold. Dammit.

[[i've been meaning to do this for a while, since

sonofmogh said i should. and i haven't gotten to play all day, so... open and all that. seemed like a good time.]]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Buffy was in a good mood after leaving the dance, and since she really didn't want to go back to her room and finish packing yet, she decided she could go out foor a bit. She'd be leaving tomorrow, but she figured she could take one last night to patrol, just to make sure the undead hadn't picked tonight to rise up and start getting all fangy and chompy on her.

She seriously doubted it, but you never knew. The supernatural had weird timing about stuff like this.

[Open for Buffy's last patrol as a denizen of Fandom.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It had been a long time since Mel had visited the old graveyard. It was kind of like visiting an old friend. As usual, there were no vampires or monsters in sight. Just Mel, her scythe and bunch of tombstones. After a day of hopping portals ("Rutting Portalocity not having a direct portal.") it was actually kind of relaxing. Kind of like visiting an old friend. Except it was a graveyard.

"Everyone here still dead? Rocketship. Just checking."

[OOC: *hugs the old patrolling ground* Open of course.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After dealing with Sokka's so-called "brain cancer" and everyone's craziness for most of the weekend, Mel needed a break.

So she went on patrol, taking her time to check out the new portions of the island as well as the old.

Unfortunately there weren't really any undead vampires, demons or vampires she could kill to get some of this aggression out.

At least not yet. Maybe there was at least one monster hanging out in the graveyard looking for a fight.

Maybe.

[Open with bouts of slowplay until later this evening.]

solo_sword

Jaina was getting married today! She was very excited, because even though John hit on her thinking she was her sister once she'd stolen Brooke's identity and only wanted the Skywalker diamond mine, he was still all she ever wanted. And now she would own his ass.

The park had been done up to look nearly as beautiful as she did, and the duck pond would be a lovely backdrop for the wedding.

[Anyone can say they got an invite. And Winchesters can just crash. It's SOW, yo. Wait for OCD!]

Current Mood: happy

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It was her last patrol in Fandom. After that it was over the causeway and then... whatever came next. She'd sent out a *handwavey* e-mail and left notes for various people to let them know if they wanted to see her off, that this would be the place for it.

Sitting on a gravestone, Mel took one last look around. Could someone really feel sentimental about a graveyard?

[Goodbye post for Mel. If you think you got notification then you did. Will be subject to bouts of AFK-ness throughout the day.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After getting some food and ice cream with Sokka, Mistake and Loo and then gathering her other brood with Barney from Caritas, Mel thought it would be a swell idea to show the kids how fun it would be to patrol a graveyard.

Yes... her maternal instincts may need a bit of work.

"Remember kids! You find anything undead you let mommy slay it!" she called out. "And no Mistake, I haven't forgotten that I'm not your mom. Robin! We're only stabbing undead. Not the ugly. RON! Stop hugging that tree!"

This could be an interesting evening.

[Open to graveyard crawling kidlets and their so-called parents]

iqof39.livejournal.com

D'Argo did open Caritas tonight. Of course, as he had no AU children wandering around, he had no idea how many people might need to get really really plastered today.

[Will mainly be doing kid stuff, so mod Tino if you want fast service.]

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!]

needsaparrot

Through the doors and past the glittery Guy With Tools signs there's a counter. On the counter is a row of four triple-grande mochas. Behind that, there's a head of dark, tousled hair just barely visible. As if its owner's face was in fact pressed against that very counter.

Occasionally you might hear a muttered, "Whhhhhhhy..." in between the grumbles and the intermittent snores.

[OOC: Openaroonie!]

Current Mood: de-caffeinated

withoutverona

It was the Monday before prom, and so Romeo was prepared for a busy day as he opened the shop. He quickly decorated with streamers, a few balloons around the mirrors, and glitter on the floor, then surveyed the options. There were several racks of prom dresses, an array of tuxedos, and of course shoes.

Today's music: The soundtracks to Yet Another Film About Teenagers and Lovely in Lavender.

Pixie Dust is open.

Current Mood: cheerful

the_merriest

Rikku had some cupcakes, and some balloons, and was currently hiding behind a tombstone.

Because it wasn't much of a surprise party if Mel could see them, now was it?

(OCD coming)

the_merriest

Rikku was at work. Puttering with upgrades to a couple of knives. Staring at some armor and trying to decide what she was going to do with it. Working a little on this, a little on that, and then back to the first and around again.

The Wellspring Arms was open, even if its employee for the day was a bit scattered.

Current Mood: restless

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Ah, a weekend away -- it almost made getting back to the island on Sunday a drag, but when Anders got to work and found the reminder note behind the bar he ended up being too busy to mope about that. "Birthday party here? Tonight?!? Tino!!!"

Once he figured out that it wasn't a prank, he scurried around cleaning up, arranging chairs and tables, and yelling at Tino to help with varying degrees of success. (He tried to get the zombies in on the act too, but that kind of fell apart.)

By some miraculous occurrence, he -- okay, they -- managed to get everything set up and ready for the party in time. He didn't know who this Dōjima girl was, but he hoped it would turn out okay.

[OOC: Up early by request so y'all can get your party on, but the bartender's ~~gonna be a bit MIA for a couple of hours~~ totally around now, and has been. Er, oops. OCD is up, party on!]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After a spending a few days in Cairo and approximately 85 years in stasis, Mel was very much in the mood to get outside and patrol. Even if there weren't any vampires, demons or stone angels with ability to rutting send you back in time in space.

Stupid statues.

However after going through her usual trek through the preserve and then the park what she found waiting for her in the graveyard was not what she expected.

"What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously.

( I thought I could join you tonight... )

[ooc: Preplayed with the Sensational Zuko. NFI though OOC cherished like pie]

needsaparrot

Behind the counter, there is a newspaper. Behind the newspaper, there is a Guy With Tools. For once, he's not hiding behind it because Fandom Weirdness^TM or Twinkie-Kahluas made him do something embarrassing this weekend that he doesn't want to remember.

It's more the fact that there's a song stuck in his head, which is currently issuing forth from behind the newspaper at random intervals whenever he stops concentrating on not singing, humming, or whistling I've Got A Brand New Pair of Rollerskates, You've Got A Brand New Key, and he'd rather put off the mocking if he can help it.

[OOC: Bunnies, tenants, tumbleweeds, stone angels, whatever. Except for no stone angels.]

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

So Faith was in a marginally better mood this week. Kinda worried about the girl. Kinda worried about the stuff she talked to Dale about. Still. Girl wasn't dead and Dale wasn't crazy. Not a bad place to start.

Caritas was open.

Current Mood: mellow

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's your typical night of patrolling. So far Mel has been pretty grateful that she hasn't been affected by this whole singing thing. She can't help but wonder if maybe it is something more than just Fandom weirdness. Maybe a demon? A dancing demon!

No.. something isn't right there.

And as thoughts of demons and patrolling occupy her mind she neglected to notice the rise of music around her as she began to twirl and dance between grave stones.

( Going through the motions: The Melaka Fray version )

Mel finished her little solo standing on a gravestone with her arms outstretched and her head looking up at the heavens.

She then quickly hopped down and quickly looked around in the vain hope that no one saw her.

[ooc: Open though I will be mostly AFK until late this evening.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

She didn't expect to be out and about patrolling so soon after vacation, but several hours cooped up traveling quickly changed her mind.

So Mel headed out on patrol and dragged a certain person with her because it had been too long since they had caught up with each other.

"Seriously. Is that hair for real?"

[ooc: For one in particular but yes it is open if you care to wander around in the graveyard.]

withoutverona

He was going to Mexico for Spring Break; to celebrate, Romeo was raiding the men's section for key vacation wear. There weren't nearly enough Hawaiian shirts in stock for his taste.

He would have been taste-testing Tink's tequila, but he figured that could wait until after lunch.

( cut for image )

Pixie Dust was open.

Current Mood: bouncy

needsaparrot

There weren't actually any vacancies, but there was still a Guy With Tools, and said Guy had his boot-clad feet up on the counter while he perused his copy of The Twinkies Cookbook.

And of course there were ( signs ) posted. As you do.
__
[OOC: Guests, tenants, clients, squirrels, tumbleweeds. Guy With Tools now with actual sign, courtesy Best RL Roomie Ever.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Another night, another patrol, another evening sans monsters.

True... That's supposed to be a good thing but it still doesn't put Mel at ease.

Regardless: Mel Fray + Graveyard seems to becoming an OTP.

[ooc: Open]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

After the whole Three Minute Date thingie, Robin figured people would need their booze. Badly.

So she was still behind the bar, though she'd enlisted Tino to help her.

[I might be kinda slow, so mod Tino for speedier service kthnx. This is for AFTER all the crazy 3MD action, whooo!]

Current Mood: hee hee hee

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin still kind of had no idea how she'd wound up doing this, but it was funny and she could laugh and drink and just enjoy her post-Valentine's glow behind the bar while everyone else suffered.

And in the meanwhile, she set out a pretty little sign.

Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
Hosted by Robin Scherbatsky
Presented by loneliness and desperation*
* beer goggles recommended/necessary in some cases

That done, she wandered by to the stage to take the mic. "So, hi. You know how sometimes you're at a bar, and you just don't know how to talk to those pretty people you're eyeing? Or, you know, you want to know what the deal is with that creepy guy in the corner who won't stop staring? Well, tonight, we're taking all that guesswork out of it! Welcome to Three Minute Dates! I'm your hostess and deeply amused bartender, Robin Scherbatsky."

"So here's how it goes -- when I call your name plus someone else's, it'll be time for you to find that other person and either lemon law them or find your way to true love...slash a good one night stand! Or a bad one. It's part of the fun! And then lather, rinse and repeat for four more times, because yes, boys and girls, you're doing this five times."

[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're violent, you'll 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 sp, don't worry!

ETA: OCD UP WHOOOOOOOO]

Current Mood: hyper

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Her outfit wasn't much to speak of but the jacket was absolutely killer and her shoes went perfectly with it. She also had the perfect accessory to complete the ensemble.

Of course the dance partner she had in mind was more of the undead variety and most likely wasn't going to appear but hey... at least during one big dance she got to fight a giant snake. Maybe she'd get lucky again.

[ooc: Open for... well anyone who'd prefer to hang out in graveyards than dances. One image stolen from another particular slayer's account. shh! Don't tell her.]

needsaparrot

That guy in the totally unobtrusive hat and dark, dark sunglasses behind the counter, sitting directly under the Guy With Tools sign and trying to pretend the new issue of Ninth Wonders he's reading renders him invisible? Is not remotely Xander.

Just ignore the eyepatch behind the ~~curtain~~ sunglasses.

[OOC: Open, despite what Xander might tell you.]

Current Mood: earth plz swallow me

cantjossme.livejournal.com

For once, Mel would have preferred to be back in the dorms but for some reason most of the men seem to be rather... uptight.

So instead she was patrolling like a good little slayer should.

"Here lurky, lurky, lurky."

[open]

the_merriest

It was Rikku's first shift on Friday, hooray for Cable letting her switch! Hooray for all the new goodies she picked up in the Omega Ruins! Hooray for armor, which she hadn't worked on in ages!

Hmmm, armor. She wondered if her boss ever thought of expanding out into the armor line, to go along with all those weapons. She'd have to ask him.

In the meantime, the Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open.

Current Mood: bouncy

needsaparrot

If it looks like the guy behind the counter hasn't slept much and just blew in from another dimension via a portal with really bad shock absorbers, it's probably because you have eyes. Or at least one.

But he's here, sparkly green glitter signs posted as usual, because it's the beginning of a new semester and that tends to mean new tenants, and because not sleeping out here is preferable to not sleeping in the apartment on the other side of the lobby. Out here there's no frog to look at him funny when he keeps reaching for the cell phone on the counter, then putting it down again.

There's a holographic carnivorous plant keeping him company, though. It won't roll its eyes at him, after all. Since it doesn't have any.

[OOC: Open for tenantry and/or random wanderings! I don't usually do OCD for these, but I don't want to destroy the universe on new character day, so. ]

Current Mood: worried

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After the conversation with Zuko earlier in the day, Mel wasn't in the room for long. She needed to get out and away. Anything but direct interaction = Good thing.

Which is why she's patrolling. In the cold. Far away from the dorms.

It's a good thing. Really.

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

Anyone walking into the station would probably note that Dale is sitting on top of his desk cross-legged in a meditative pose.

Well... meditative if you count the fact that he's talking to his tape recorder. Again.

"Diane, it is Wednesday morning approximately 9:25 am. Once again we appear to have someone on the island attacking innocent people. The felon goes by the name Angelus. If memory serves me correctly 'Angelus' is a devotion used in the Catholic church in memory of the Incarnation in Christianity. Several people have been brutally attacked and one girl is currently in the hospital, Miss Willow Rosenberg. If you remember Diane, Miss Rosenberg was one of the first people to greet me here in Fandom as well as giving me a lovely fruit basket which contained six bananas, five apples, a pineapple and a tin of cookies. I've sent an order of flowers over to the hospital along with a card personally written to me. Remind me to tell you how much that was.

We've increased the amount of troops to help patrol the streets. Our only hope is that we can catch the monster before someone else can get hurt. My only regret is that in all the disaster scenarios that Detective Montoya and I had worked on, not one of them dealt with a single maniac preying on our town. I assure you that will not be the case the next time this happens."

Dale clicked off the recorder and hopped down off his desk giving his legs a little stretch.

Right before clicking the recorder back on again.

"Diane, it struck me again earlier this morning... there are two things that continue to trouble me. And I'm not just speaking as an officer of the law but also as a human being: What really happened to Jimmy Hoffa and how exactly was the Gambino organization involved?"

The troopers were either too busy or too used to Dale to notice his antics.

needsaparrot

It's the holiday season. Well, a holiday season. Xander's a Guy With Tools. There's nothing wrong with kicking back, feet on the counter, and scrolling the craftsmantools.com website, mm'kay?

It's not like the electric drills are naked or anything.
__
[OOC: Open for tenants, tourists and tumbleweeds!]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin hadn't set up for a birthday party since she'd started this job, and she wondered if she should have brought a gift. Maybe booze could be her gift? It was what she would have brought, anyway.

In any case, Robin was there, everything was set up for Xander's birthday party, and she was just going to hide behind the bar.

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After the somewhat rude awakening this morning and spending the rest of the day trying to figure out how two days disappeared from her life, Mel needed to get out.

Which of course meant patrolling the graveyard in the vain hope it would clear her head.

[open]

needsaparrot

The office is open, the signs are out and as glittery as ever, and Xander is sitting behind the counter with his laptop open. Practicing copious abuse of the delete key, it would appear.
__
[OOC: Open for all; the b-word-person's thread just comes last, chronologically.]

Current Mood: thoughtful

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel had staked out a spot in the coffee shop where she could keep an eye on the door and still watch people going by outside. Anyone watching her might think she's actually deep in thought.

Which is kind of a scary concept. At least for her.

[open]

needsaparrot

Xander behind the counter? Check.

Guy With Tools ~~And Glitter~~ signs on the lobby doors? Check.

Sighing sound every time a new textmessage buzzes in to the phone on the countertop? Check, check, check.

[email protected]: Hey did you know you're Gay Now?
[email protected]: STFU. How did she even FIND you?
[email protected]: Larry
[email protected]: .....
[email protected]: He laughed for 5 min str8 when he called me.
[email protected]: .....
[email protected]: She told him be nice to you and gave him PFLAG number.

*headcounter*
___
[OOC: Open! Subject to unexpected bouts of SP due to work, comma, last day of before vacation, period.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's your typical Friday night for Mel. While most of her friends are off with their family type units, Mel tried to push aside her own family issues by going on patrol and staking any vampires she can find.

But at least she isn't alone...

( Isn't it fun when family comes to visit? )

[ooc: Preplayed with

the_merriest and NFI. OOC comments are always appreciated]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Another night. Another patrol but this time Mel is more alert and determined than usual. As she walks with her watcher through the graveyard she inspects every grave and every patch of ground for any recent signs of digging or a hole where a body used to be.

"Guess this feels like old times for you, huh?" Mel asked.

( Not all that old... )

[ooc: Preplayed with

needsaparrot. NFI. That Mel and Xander went on patrol is okay for broadcast but anything else is NFB.]

needsaparrot

Xander has glittery signs on the door and coffee and doughnuts on the counter for anybody who comes in, but he almost seems more interested in his laptop -- and the unhelpfully negative e-mails he's reading from his contacts in Watchers' Council 2.0 regarding any recent surges in vampire activity on the east coast of the US -- than consuming mass quantities of heavily-sugared lardbombs. Whoa.

Or it could be that he's just had three already and is giving them a chance to settle before he goes back for seconds.
__
[OOC: Open for business or pleasure. Except not like that. We don't have one of those anymore. We need one of those again. Not that Xander would partake. But just in principle. And it was always posted in the right spot. Also talk of the undead still NFB.]

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]

needsaparrot

Doors are open, Guy With Tools signs are up, and Xander's got his laptop open on the counter, but he is absolutely not downloading the latest issue of Ninth Wonders. Because that would be wrong.

And also wouldn't take very long; he's long past that and onto the full-season-3 torrent Mister What Classified.
__
[OOC: Open for residents, passers-by, and penguins of all known subspecies.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's pretty quiet in the graveyard. Not because it is empty. Both Dawn and Mel are on patrol but after the events that happened over the weekend they aren't really in that much of a talking kind of mood.

Mel has taken to fiddling with her stake and tossing it up in the air out of sheer boredom. Yep. Nothing is happening.

She looks over to her traveling companion and barely stifles a yawn. "So you think this is getting pointless?"

( Maybe a little repetitive... )

[ooc: NFB & NFI. Preplayed with

lilpunkinbelly. Plot explanation will be coming and as always OOC comments are love]

iqof39.livejournal.com

All D'Argo had to hear was "party" in conjunction with the words "Caritas" and "Wednesday" and he was there early. He had no idea who Dawn was, but he was all up for the celebration. Of course, never having seen a birthday party here before, mostly he stood around until Tino suggested maybe he should set up a table for this or that.

[Posted early for party. I'm working during the day, so mod Tino for faster service, but I'll be around tonight if you need D'Argo.]

needsaparrot

The sad thing about the fact that Xander is behind the counter playing with Legos is not that he's a grown man who has AutoCAD on the laptop next to him, 3/4 of a degree in construction management, and a sign on the door advertising his professional services not dirty. Nor is it the fact that he's been doing it for three hours, or that the Ultimate House Building Set was supposed to be a present for Bridge, but he couldn't resist opening it when it arrived, just to, uh, check that all the pieces were there.

It's that he's currently building a scaled-down version of the former Echolls Mansion as it might look turned into a waterslide park.

What - it's an idea.
___
[OOC: Open for new tenants and old, passers-by, random aardvarks, and Canadians. No mimes, though.]

Current Mood: silly

needsaparrot

Xander was doing something productive behind the counter. Really. He was only exchanging silly e-mails on breaks from the very productive job of re-filing the blank resident applications.

...Or possibly he was watching his new Spooky Things season 2 dvds, yes.

Still, the office was open, the Guy With Tools signs were out on the doors, and he looked productive. Maybe.

__
[OOC: Open for residents old and new, passers-by, tumbleweeds, squirrels...]

pieandcoffee.livejournal.com

The town hall has been tastefully decorated and the band has already started playing music that all generations can get into. Most of the troopers are in attendance and took the time to shine and buff their armor so they look even more... shiny.

Catering, provided by the Arms Hotel, has provided an open bar with the beverages of your choice and an extravagant buffet table that Gunther seems to be fussing over endlessly.

Over on the side is a trooper that is guarding a suggestion box where you can suggest names for the troopers for a dollar. (All proceeds go to the "Save the Teal Deer" foundation)

All in all it's your typical gala event in the town of Fandom and the doors are open for everyone to come in and enjoy the party.

[OCD is up! Gunther modded with permission]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Yes, it was past 11:00 PM

Yes, Mel was in the graveyard patrolling.

Possibly just to break the curfew rule that Umbridge had posted.

Mel? Have problems with authority? Nah. Purely your imagination.

[ooc: Open if you're up for extreme sp and like to hang out in graveyards.]

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