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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]

life_inshadow

It was unusual for Tara to be in the shop on a day when she didn't normally work, but she pretty much figured she could go back to a regular schedule when the crisis was over. Anyhow, the shop was functioning far more this week as Tara's personal magical research library and workspace than as a place where people actually bought things.

She'd brought Moxy to the shop with her. He lolled in front of a heating vent while Tara paged intently through a thick volume about gods of dreams. The 'auditor' concept was fascinating but hadn't really gotten her anywhere, so she was back to looking for dreamlords who might also have some interest in controlling reality.

It was slow going, but at least it was interesting.

glacial_queen

After Dinah's last phone call, the last thing that Karla had felt like doing was going into work. But it was that or stay in her room all day and look at pictures, so several hours after her shift was supposed to have begun, Karla dragged herself into the store.

Only to be confronted by a stack of heavy cardboard boxes, taller than she was. The address on all of the boxes were for a store Karla'd never heard of, but the scrawled note on the inventory sheet said, Had enough trouble getting them over the causeway. They're staying!. Okaaaaay?

Inside the boxes were rows and rows of snow globes. These were definitely not for 'Dite's shop. Rather than anything naughty or even slightly risqué, they featured warm and friendly holiday decorations with such inspiring messages as The Holidays Are a Time for Friends and Family! and Remembering You Fondly This Holiday Season! After her morning--after her week--such cutesy messages of friendship and remembrance hurt.

Karla hadn't realized she was smashing one until it was hurtling through the air and slamming onto the floor of the shop, spraying glass and sparkles and fake snow everywhere. And? It felt good. She slammed another. And then another. And another and another and another still, flinging snow globes until her arm hurt.

This was kind of therapeutic.

Soon, there was a sign in the window: ANGRY AT THE WORLD? OR THE LACK OF IT? COME WORK THROUGH YOUR ISSUES WITH WANTON DESTRUCTION! 3 GLOBES FOR A DOLLAR.
[BEWARE OF BROKEN GLASS. DUH.]

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

texted3times

Eric Northman, vampire king of Nevada, didn't spend a great deal of time in Fandom these days but the reunion was too much of a temptation to resist.

He nodded at Tiny, then at the DJ who was playing the most modern of tunes--Willow Smith's latest dance hit, the Rolling Stones, Cher (who Eric had personally looked into to figure out how she was still alive. Mick Jagger was obviously a demon)--and then wandered behind the velvet rope to discover that the True Blood was the recipe from 20 years ago. Eww.

He wasn't planning on staying here all night: he was going to head to the mingler to...well, mingle...as well, but it was important to put the fear of him into his employees every now and then.

The Devil's Nest was open.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

endsthegame

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 ]]

bitchprince

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

If Chuck had to guess, he would say that the island never turned him into a child because wee!Chuck had acted almost exactly like adult!Chuck, sans all the sex and booze. It just wouldn't be all that much of a difference if he had turned wee like everybody else, so the island decided to punish him for his lameness by making him babysit all weekend.

At least that was Chuck's guess.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to at least try to escape responsibility so as soon as he realized what was going on he headed to the Perk. One, he figured he'd need the caffeine. Two, he thought kids weren't supposed to have coffee and, therefore, should not be hanging out in there.

Such an optimist.

[You best believe it's open]

eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon wasn't too happy about having to open up work early so people could set up for some party, but he was getting paid extra for it so he supposed he had no room to complain. Plus, it gave him an excuse to start pilfering booze early.

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

glacial_queen

Karla was starting to have a Bad Feeling about this. Not a Black Widow bad feeling, just a kind of dawning, 'Oh, Darkness, what have I done?' kind of feeling. Would her friends be able to understand the way Kaeleer worked? Would the people in Kaeleer understand her friends? She'd already had Uncle Saetan empty the Hall as much as possible--the last thing she needed was Chaosti and Aaron riding the killing edge because they'd, well, met Arthur. Saetan was old enough to keep a reign on his temper (Darkness willing) and Lucivar.

Hell's fire, this was a bad idea.

But too late for that now. Everyone was pretty much assembled. "Uh, hi," Karla said, giving everyone a kind of feeble wave. "The portal should be here in just a few minutes. But, since we're all here, I figured now might be a good time to give some information about my home and answer any questions. I hope you all got my ~~handwavy~~ message about packing enough for about a week, a bathing suit, and a few more formal items because Uncle Saetan asks that everyone dress for dinner. If not, don't worry, tomorrow we'll be heading out to Amdarh, the capitol city of Dhemlan and there have been some accounts opened at stores for everyone."

She flashed her best unsure-but-game grin and said, "Any questions?"

[Mostly for those going to Kaeleer, but open for anyone who wants to see them off. Some slight OCD ~~on its way!~~ up!]

bitchprince

If you thought that Arthur would be staying indoors and sticking to speeches now that precautions could be taken, you were utterly mistaken. He'd been outside for the better part of the day - not alone, either, as he was taking his own advice - keeping the creatures occupied. Or dead.

Mainly dead.

Unfortunately, he had yet to succeed in capturing one either.

He'd just gone out on his second patrol of the day when he stumbled across the park - and what seemed to be a group of five baby godzillas, conferring. "...Be very, very quiet," he told his companion.

[[ arthur's thread for one and a couple of beasties; open park is open for your unrelated business! ]]

solo_sword

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

likethegun

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

[OCD IS UP! Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Make Snowpeople | Snowball Fight | OOC | Second Post]

bitchprince

It was as good a time as any to check on the horses. Arthur had just made his rounds in that regard, patting his own on the neck and checking them over for any signs of discomfort or trouble when he'd heard the noise.

It was Fandom. Unexpected noise was rarely a good thing. Especially while it was still dark out.

With a frown on his face, he'd ventured on out with his sword drawn, down to the gates.

Now he was there. And he was well aware of where the noise was coming from. Had, in fact, already texted as many as he could with a warning (and a mention of his position to Merlin) before the creatures had taken his phone.

Slicing through gremlin guts to get his Blackberry back was not how Arthur had expected the morning would go. Especially not at this hour.

[[ ooopen. ...and let's just say it's still darkish out here, shall we? i totally know my gremlin canon. yes. ]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

With some very much not medieval winter clothing, Merlin was rather enjoying the cool weather. Now that he wasn't going to freeze without all the layers he owned on.

Because no one wanted a wizard-cicle.

It might have helped that he was being dragged by Brynn through the park for her exercise. Why on earth he thought walking a dog that weighed about as much as him was a good idea was best left to the ages.

[[Open like a park]]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was shocked and appalled at the state of this bar. How was she supposed to show off her creativity and quirkiness in a dump like this? There wasn't enough glitter, wasn't enough half-naked men in leather pants and there certainly wasn't enough random giant dogs lounging around. This was unacceptable! She will never be a famous pop star at this rate. She'll be stuck in this crap town forever.

"My life is ruined!" Meg said dramatically. She pointed at Tino. "You, send a martini to the back. I need it to cope!"

[Totally cheating. Mod Tino! Notifs are off omg so ping me in the OOC thread if you want something]

glacial_queen

Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.

And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.

The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.

She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.

Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk

iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD ~~coming~~ up!)

Current Mood: chipper

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Unlike other weeks, today there was a very large amount of food at the meeting. Pies and pudding--the kind people here liked, not the real kind--and what appeared to be eggs. Piled on the ground next to the food were a bunch of clean shirts, some of them still stained by paint.

Either it was time for a Rocky montage or something interesting was going to happen today.

"Welcome back everyone! Or welcome for the first time if you haven't been before."

Because there were so many new people with this last semester!

"We'll be following the example of yesterday's meeting with a different twist based on our skill sets. When there are... interesting rains of items how would we protect ourselves and others from harm? Some of us might be versed in shielding from attacks. This is a time to practice those abilities and perhaps teach others to do so as well," Merlin said with a wide grin.

Karla shared Merlin's grin, and would be humming "Eye of the Tiger" if she had any idea what it meant. Or that it existed at all.

"Fighting under less than stellar conditions is only good if it impedes your enemy more than you," she said, tossing an egg lazily in the air. "To our benefit, we know Fandom better and while we don't expect the crazy rains, we know they occur and won't waste a lot time being surprised if and one happens in conjunction with an attack. And while those are good benefits to have, we can always improve. Knowing such conditions are possible means that we know that's something we could--and should!--prepare for."

Merlin nodded seriously, picking up an egg as if to demonstrate something. Luckily he knew nothing about drugs and eggs and your brain commercials.

"So, we'll be practicing today." With that said, he slapped Karla on the back with the egg. "With a food fight!"

atreideslioness

Ghanima was still... disquieted. It was unlike Merlin to miss the first day of classes, especially without notifying her first or sending someone with a message.

Still, she was at the gym for their usual ~~if usually handwavey~~ training session, dribbling one of the balls idly as she waited. Her limited prescience wasn't nagging at the back of her mind, so she was rather sure he'd be there sooner or later.

[For the magician apprentice, but open before and after him.]

bitchprince

After all of his classes were finished, Arthur could go for a good walk. With his dog. Who had hopefully not been spoiled too much. ...A walk that, coincidentally, also involved his manservant, which was not to say he was specifically stalking the boy, he was just... spending some time with him in a way that didn't involve hovering at all.

"No, Bryn," he called at the dog, "Come back here."

The dog sat down. What had Merlin been feeding it?

[[ thread with arthur locked to the ears, park is an open park ]]

trigons_child

Raven really didn't understand what fish had to do with a store like this, but from what she knew of Greek history, the gods could be a bit...odd. So the sign she found waiting at Decadent Delights shouldn't have surprised her, but she had to stare at it a good long moment to let it sink in. It wasn't so much the voting, it was the reward. She'd grown to accept that some people would want some sort of battery-operated device to stimulate themselves or others, but why would they want one shaped like a bug-eyed fish?

Oh, just wait until she discovered furries.

Decadent Delights was open.

New! Vote for your favorite fish to join our new fish bowl!
You can choose between the Clown Fish, the Red Lion Fish, or the beautiful and many colored Discus Fish!
Vote and get a new vibrator - Free!

Current Mood: confused

bitchprince

Arthur had avoided Merlin's... cooking... to the best of his ability over the week. It was now Thursday, and he was hopeful that the immediate danger had passed. Which was, clearly, an important reason to remind both Merlin's and his (for the sake of proxy) tastebuds that there was such a thing as food on this Earth that didn't.

Well.

Pine nuts.

That was all he'd say.

Chilly Boulder found its door shoved open with some dedication. "Here we are," he told Merlin.

It was possible he hadn't exactly elaborated on the details of their goal this time, either. At least he'd specified food?

[[ arthur is here for that guy, yes, but chilly boulder is open for all your ice cream needs ]]

bitchprince

Arthur had been subtle about this. It had been a hard few weeks, it was time for something different, and he was going to do it differently. Which was why he'd ordered Merlin to show up here in the afternoon for some shopping of necessary goods. He had not specified which goods for very important reasons, which involved there being no goods at all to shop for.

Instead, there was a movie theatre.

He could not glean the meaning of various movies from their titles or their images, so he had simply told the shopkeeper to get him some tickets, and that should cover it.

NOW SHOWING
Leni and Lena

It was possible Arthur was going to regret his choice of film, but that was hardly the point of this anyway.

[[ thread with Arthur locked to That Guy, but the theatre is open to anyone who needs it ]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

So, he had breasts and been assured this would go away in due time by Francine. That didn't mean Merlin was going to try looking for something to change things back to normal, damn it.

The book was... less than helpful. But there was something about changing appearance, so he was hunting for herbs to attempt it. So far? Nothing necessary for it was in the preserve.

Damn it all.

[[Open forest is open]]

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It was a subdued Merlin who spoke to the reserve this week. The events of last week may have had something to do with it, may have not.

"Today we'll look into preparing for events like those that just occured. For those of us sensitive to feelings or dreams of the future, perhaps we ought to start writing them down when they occur and just what happened in them," He said quietly.

"Asside from that, storing up anything we can to assist the other groups now would probably help in case we are the actual target of--something of that sort. If you have any ideas, please, share them with Karla or myself." A beat. "When she's here."

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance of anyone ever being grateful for the plague, it wasn't long before Martha, the nurses, and the town hall staff had figured out how to recreate the emergency clinic in the town hall. Cots were set up, supplies were brought over, and the rest of the clinic staff had been contacted. Now, all they needed was to get everyone rounded up to be taken care of, and to try to figure out what was wrong.

[ocd is up!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

While Morgana was much happier to be back in the dorms, she wasn't quite ready to go back to her room yet this evening, and was taking some time for a walk through town. She was busy wondering if the bakery was still open when she was suddenly hit with a strange sensation of...something being wrong. It was the way she'd felt after she had a bad dream, but here, she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had happened.

A leisurely stroll suddenly didn't seem so important anymore, and she made her way back to the dorms as quickly as she could to check on her friends.

[The call for help has officially gone out! If you've got a character who's sensitive to "something is wrong" feelings, feel free to leave a comment here.]

atreideslioness

Usually when people found Ghanima at the gym, they could expect to see a warning of live fire, weapons flashing, or a grueling training drill of some sort.

Generally speaking, they didn't expect to see her with piles of rubber balls ~~not dirty~~ around her feet, tossing a soccer ball in the air with an evil smile on her face.

"So, are you ready?"

[Looking for the magician-apprentice, but open gym is open.]

Current Mood: bouncy

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

( When Alice had first introduced Leto to croquet ... )

(~~Wait for the~~ OCD up! Play ball!)

Current Mood: silly

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

wantstodirect

"Hey, everyone," Tony said, once people had gathered. "We're going to talk about shielding today. Or defenses, in general, since everyone's magic is a little different. First, Karla's going to talk a bit about shields. Karla?"

Tony stepped aside and let Karla ~~tag in~~ speak and answer any questions.

Once she was done, Tony addressed the group again. "Who else feels comfortable enough with defensive magic to help others? Raise your hand, please?" Wow, he felt like a teacher or something. Way weird. ~~Assuming there were hands up,~~ he continued. "Okay, everyone else? These are the guys you go to for help."

"One last thing for today - let's talk strategy. Karla suggested that we find a few places on the island that are easy to defend and practice shielding those spots. Where do you guys think those places are? And what else can we do to make those spots ready for an invasion - like, maybe have food and first aid stuff staged there?"

[OCD is ~~charging up...~~ live!]

Current Mood: working

bitchprince

Arthur had been a little too busy clearing up his own bizarre situation with Merlin ~~still to be finished being played out~~ that morning to realise about the alligators. Then, of course, Sir Minsc's class had occurred, and he had spirited outside with his sword.

And, as per usual, his overly protective manservant (even if, after two days, he was somewhat relieved to at least have him tagging along). He wasn't out here to fight on his own, mind-- he was looking for somewhere central.

Maybe Francine had had a point. Maybe he should just get the numbers of every reserve member at the next meeting. As it was, he drew his sword to take care of an alligator or two - yesterday in Captain Algren's class had been a good practice round - while he searched for anyone he knew.

His kingdom for a runner.

... A goldfish seared over his head.

[[ open, up to and including if you want to get drafted by an overly ambitious medieval prince or a wizard on sp, as they are both out and about! ]]

bitchprince

Arthur hadn't planned on doing this back when he was still vaguely confident that he would soon return to Camelot. But the time for that had come and passed, he felt homesick, and he had little to do. None of these were unusual conditions, as he'd had them for quite some time by now.

But today, these conditions met each other somewhere in the middle, clashed, and came up with--

"Too small," Arthur judged, peering down into one container full of puppies. So that was plastics, then.

[[ arthur's here with one and locked, but open for your pet needs ]]

wantstodirect

Tony held the door open for Merlin and Dinah. "How's cabin life going?" he asked them. He gave Dinah a nudge. "And who was that guy you were blushing at yesterday afternoon during the magic reserve meeting?"

[For those two, but open for your ice cream needs.]

Current Mood: amused

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

It was Chuck Bass's birthday and by god Blair was going to throw him a party.

By the time sunset arrived a section of the beach had been turned into a party zone. Green silk curtains had been hung up to help define the party space (and provide some privacy for anyone who wanted it). There were tables of food and drink ~~entirely moddable~~ which included Chuck's favorites ~~and product-placed Vitamin Water~~ as well as the birthday cake.

Music was playing, fires were lit to help keep things warm - all in all not a bad little birthday party on the beach.

All that remained was the party goers and the birthday boy.

[ocd is up!]

Current Mood: cheerful

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

As it had been for him, bringing his 'little sister' to get ice cream was a must in making certain she felt at ease here.

And perhaps he wanted a bit of ice cream for himself, after all.

Really, she should just be glad he wasn't cruel and would never attempt to feed her raw fish.

"I find, the chocolate ones can be a bit much."

[[For the gal modded with permission!]]

bitchprince

They were going to try again. The graduates were all leaving - if there was any justice in the world, the island would let them pass again, back to where they belonged. Home, where he hoped Morgana was safe, that no threat had come up on the people while he was away, and that his father hadn't called another war upon them.

(It was that, or Arthur was going to have to figure out how to strike some truce with Leto, and the thought was already giving him a headache)

He held his horse by the lead as he came up on the causeway. He steeled himself. "We're leaving," he told it. And by extension, Merlin.

[[ thread with arthur locked to one, but open if anyone else needs to use the causeway at this hour ]]

thatsamilkshake

Now Playing:
The Slicing Line

"This--" Francine pointed at the title over the entrance "--is an actual romantic comedy. Just so you know."

[OOC: Boobs is here with Ears, but sure, it's a public theatre. *makes peanut gallery*]

Current Mood: dorky

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had finished her last final today, and decided to go to Caritas to celebrate. However, when she came in and found that it was just her, Tino, and the zombie band, she said, "Oh look, a reason to get near all the alcohol," and ended up behind the bar.

Where she proceeded to do a couple celebratory shots with Tino. As one did.

Caritas was totally totally open. And possibly slightly tipsy.

Current Mood: accomplished

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

Having successfully convinced Arthur to actually come to the shop to try the ice cream instead of relying on Merlin's good nature to buy him a pint, Merlin was terribly busy pointing out the chocolate flavoured ones.

"--that has little bits of cake in it," He informed Arthur. As he was the expert here.

[For that prince guy and sloooow plaaaay due to puppy]

bitchprince

Arthur had been looking forward to this all week. It would be the first time he'd get to hunt anything around here with someone who knew what they were doing.

Presumably.

The girl was convinced she was a wolf.

"At least now you're borderline useful," he told the bird, as he waited by the clearing he and Lady Blysse had ~~handwavily~~ agreed on.

[[ arthur's here for two, but the preserve is open to all! ]]

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

Alice had left Dinah at home today. There seemed to be freakish winged harpies soaring through the air, and that wasn't the proper environment for a genteel kittycat.

She did bring her vorpal blade. She hung a sign on the door:

Your music employee is on the roof, killing harpies. If you require music, please attract her attention and she will be down to assist you momentarily. Please do not take advantage of this situation in order to shoplift; we have video cameras and sharp weapons.

She didn't know if there were surveillance cameras, but it seemed a useful threat.

And so Alice went to the roof, vorpal blade in hand, and tried to look quite innocent, a young girl who would be no match for vicious, cruel harpies.

Although the loud music she was blaring might give away her true intentions.

Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: Bif Naked - I Love Myself Today

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

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