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funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had received orders from the League. She was to report this weekend to Wales to investigate some disappearances in the area. Little else of note was included in the reports, just a list of the people who had disappeared.

Why this was a League matter confounded her. But she would report, nonetheless.

For now, however, she was tidying the lobby. Her new hire was performing satisfactorily, even if she did seem a little preoccupied. She would be trustworthy enough to watch over the apartments while she was on the mission. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long.

[ooc: OCD free, open post! This is, sadly, Mina's last MCA post. She'll have her final clinic post on Friday and then PLOT shall send her to expat-ness over weekend. Not that she knows this. But I'm actually home sick today, so I'm around for interaction!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina's help-wanted sign was still up in the window. She herself had decided to rest in one of the comfy chair, reading a book about a so-called 'Secret'.

Mostly, she was finding the book was filled with nonsense and idiocy.

She sighed. Her life was so hard, here. Really.

[ooc: Open post!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina hung a sign in the front MCA window that evening.

Help Wanted
Building Superintendent
Mechanical Experience a Must
Inquire Within

With that work done, she settled into a chair in the lobby instead of being seated behind her desk. Her life was so hard. Really.

[ooc: Open! Though the job is already claimed.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Today in the MCA lobby there was Mina behind her desk, ineffectually getting huffy at her laptop screen.

There were people wrong on the internet. They were wrong and she had to tell them why.

Stupid bloody vampire fangirls. Dracula was not misunderstood. He was a bloody monster, and that was that.

Feel free to interrupt her ~~trolling~~ non-working.
[ooc: OCD free, open like whoa!]

therewaslife

Bod always seemed to find a measure of calmness upon visiting the graveyard, even if it wasn't the one he wanted it to be. Still, he'd been here enough lately to have memorized epitaphs, both in Latin and English. He'd created simple stories in his head for just from those words, made the names more than just etchings on granite.

Today, he needed the calmness. He hesitated to call his life tumultuous but it had been confusing. And it'd been the kind of confusing that he didn't really know how to deal with. When he'd left home, he wanted to experience everything. Now, he was realizing how idealistic that had been. He still wanted that, wanted everything, but he was having to adapt and adjust to some of the more unexpected things that hadn't really figured into that original statement.

He felt tired. Worn. It was ridiculous, he knew, to be feeling like this when Silas and a graveyard full of ghosts had done so much to make sure that he was safe and that he could be in public without looking over his shoulder. Bod could hear Silas in his mind, telling him in that quiet, precise tone that life isn't and wouldn't ever be easy.

His fingers brushed the top of a tombstone, letting the cold of the granite seep through his fingers. Silas was right, Bod knew. Life wasn't just one side of things. Life was everything. And he just had to figure things out.

[boy is thoughtful but the graveyard's an open place in town!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

baskiceball.livejournal.com

When Marshall came into work today he found a bunch of leftover chips from Cinco de Mayo in the back room. Well, he knew what he concentrating on tonight. Now if only he could find some salsa.

[I'll be slow from 8-10 since it's incest theater on the CW tonight]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina settled into the lobby today, still utterly curious about that wolf she'd encountered last week. With no new reports from The League, it was the foremost thing on her thoughts. Even sitting at her desk, doing needed paperwork, was not distracting her from the thought.

She'd seen many curious things before, from the grotesque to the amazing. While this was far from either spectrum, it still made her wonder. It could be the start of a good new bit of intelligence that she could send back to her superiors.

So if anyone needed her, there was a rather fidgety landlady behind the desk in the MCA Lobby.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, answering all pings when I'm off work! (which is way earlier than it used to be, woo!]

shiroi_tiger

It was... a quiet sort of day at the Wellspring Arms. Algren spent most of it nursing a cup of increasingly cold tea, alternating between flipping idly through magazines about hunting rifles and dusting.

Because today just seemed like a good day to dust.

Yes, it was another thrilling day at the Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center.

[Open!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was doing some tidying in the MCA Lobby today. Paperwork was forgotten as she did the spring cleaning.

That was, until she found herself sitting backwards upon an unexpected equine.

"...if you defecate on this carpet before I get you outside, I shall find a glue factory," she threatened."

That was the extent of her surprise. Mild annoyance.

[ooc: OCD free, open, answering all pings when I get off work]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was staring at the report she'd received in the post today.

It was written by Rodney Griffin, about his discovery that an organization in France was being formed to be their own version of The League. It seemed there really was a Phantom, not just an alias adopted by James Moriarty.

She worried this meant she would need to be called back for a mission soon. While she would do her duty, of course, she preferred being an analyst in the future to a field agent in her own time.

But she was behind her lobby desk again, willing to help or speak with anyone that dropped by.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, Replying to all pings after I get off work.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

As people (hopefully) began to filter in, he stood on a chair to make his little announcement.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. This isn't going to be a long speech, don't worry. For those that don't know me, I'm Captain John Price. I guess I'm in charge of this little club. Now you'll notice that the staff here aren't charging for the lanes tonight. That's because I worked out a deal. This club will be visiting various establishments around town each week, and we'll basically... show up and have fun. That's about all it's about, folks. Making friends, having a laugh, the simple things. Now you do still have to rent your own shoes, but that's just pittance, ain't it? So feel free to order some refreshment, get bowling, or stop by the arcade. And if you've got suggestions or anything for future meetings, I'll be over there."

He pointed towards the 'Big Game Hunter 3000' arcade machine.

"And that's all the speech you'll be getting. Have some fun already."

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~ Open! I will be unavailable while at work, but please, come and play!]
[ETA: Yep, it still serves alcohol. My bad! Also, I am around now]

funnyways.livejournal.com

While most of the island had settled into its haze of melancholy from the loss of the children, Mina was actually enthused. Her quiet observations of the portal typed up and sent back to the League in a report, she felt as if she was actually doing her job for once. Obviously, she was unable to send any samples back from this odd occurrence (she was not a monster).

Today, she was a buzz with activity, going over reports that had been forwarded to her. This was why she had joined back with the league. So much knowledge to disseminate. You'd find her behind her lobby desk, if you wished to speak with her.

[ooc: Apologies for italics abuse. Open, OCD free, I promise to reply to pings when I get off work!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was behind her desk in the MCA Lobby, reading the report she was sent from The League. It was Dr. Moreau's report on her 'sample' that she had shipped back via portal.

She could hear the disdain in every 'amateur' (of which there were many) and 'inferior' (of which there were many more). The madman's pride in his own work was rather sickening.

Eventually, she sat the report aside (the nitty-gritty details did not disgust her, they merely seemed to be information that would have better suited her when the monsters were still about) and went to her laptop where she had a game of of Spider Solitaire waiting.

[ooc: Very Open, OCD Free, Will Answer All Pings When I'm Off Work (assuming LJ loads)]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was finishing packing a large, heavy crate in the lobby that day. Please excuse the hammering noise. She'd gathered some... things to ship back to league.

She had to think that they'd probably get that sick Dr. Moreau to examine it. Hopefully it wouldn't give him ideas.

She had her sleeves rolled up on her high-collared white shirt, and was wearing pants today. She was apparently making strides again into breaking her Victorian mold.

She'd gladly help anyone who stopped in or a resident with needs. That was her job, after all.

[ooc: Open post, OCD free, will answer all tags after work.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had settled in at a table with a large cup of black coffee and a laptop computer.

However, her first attempts at utilizing her new piece of technology were proving a little haphazard.

"Find the bloody internet, will you?" she grumbled at it, trying to figure out what was wrong. She might be here awhile.

[ooc: Open Perk is open!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina worked behind her lobby desk again today, this time on a new report for the League. Between her suspicions about Sergeant Angua, the recent gremlin invasion (and yes, she had secretly taken one and dissected it... for science!), and other events, she had a lot to report upon.

No, she did not report the escalating nature of her relationship with Nathan Algren. That was personal, not business. And on the personal note, she did keep glancing in a mirror (yes, she had a reflection), wondering if she should return her hair to its natural color. She rather missed the red.

She had a TV on, playing the Olympics in the background. But she'd be grateful to see any friends or speak with any tenants.

{ooc: ocd free, i'll answer all tags when I'm off work.}

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was relieved that talk of vampires and general hysteria had died down. And also that none who knew her (increasingly poorly kept) secret had come to accuse her of anything.

The recent hub-bub made her simple filing and monotonous paperwork tasks seem a little pleasant. But she longed for something greater. A mission, perhaps. Travel somewhere exotic. Anything with a bit of true excitement.

It would help get her mind off the niggling feeling that had been back in her mind ever since she'd heard of the attack on radio. That one, demonic little thought, of just how good it tasted to feed off a living human being.

Mina busied herself with her work, behind the desk of the MCA lobby. Perhaps that would keep her in check, she hoped.

[ooc: OCD free, I'll answer all tags when I am home!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was hard at work behind her desk in the lobby that evening, having had a paperwork emergency. Stupid water bills.

But she'd happily stop her work if any tenants needed anything. Or non-tenants. Or just about anyone.

[ooc: Open!]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. 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.

[Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Hot Fudge Wrestling | Tunnel of Love | Hot Fudge Jousting | Bungee Jump | Snowmobile Racing | OOC | Post 2 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

shiroi_tiger

After the invasion last weekend, Algren had somehow gotten the crazy notion into his head that perhaps there would be some variation in the inventory counts during his shift today.

Possibly. A slight discrepancy that would mean that he'd have something new to mark on his stock sheet. A gun handed out to somebody for self-defence, possibly. Wouldn't that be exciting? The suspense was almost unbearable.

Which was why he'd brought a book to read. He didn't live in suspense near often enough. And anyhow, it wasn't as though his counts were going to change between now and his next shift, either.

[Open Arms is Open.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had food and basic first aid supplies at her desk in the apartment building lobby today. She also had her knives handy in case any of the accursed creatures showed their beady little eyes.

She wasn't typically against creatures thought to be horrible. She was, after all, quite partial to bats. But these things... well, she normally hated the local type of gremlins. These new ones, she loathed with an undying passion.

Though, she chuckled to herself, pretty much all of her passion could be labeled as 'undying' now.

[ooc: Open to any and all]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was at the desk in the MCA lobby again, despite being completely caught up on her paperwork. Instead, today she was reading through the published accounts of Alan Quatermaine's journeys that she'd bought earlier in the week at Book Haven. She had read them before, but this time she was taking notes. Gaining insight on the man would help her better understand him and better work with him.

No ulterior motives at all. Really.

But, if you had any complaints about your apartment, wished to rent one, or just talk to Ms. Murray, she would happily set down her book for you.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, I will reply to -all tags- when I get off work.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was behind the desk in the lobby again, ready to attend to any tenants or potential tenants.

Or anyone, really.

She was debating about putting up a suggestion box, for events that could be held to encourage mingling between the residents. It seemed like a good idea, encouraging a community bond. Just in case they needed to unite against a common foe or something similar.

However, that would require getting up and getting a box.

Right now, Mina was too busy playing on Facebook. Somewhere, Allan Quatermaine was shaking his head in disappointment, and he didn't know why.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, I will answer -all pings- when I'm off work.]

angelandwitch.livejournal.com

After the chaos of Saturday and spending yesterday and today moving all of her belongings from San Francisco to Fandom, Paige was ready to unwind.

The coffee shop looked inviting and she was one of those people who could drink caffeine at night without any issues. She ordered a large caramel macchiato and settled in to people-watch.

[open, as the Perk is wont to be]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was behind the lobby desk today, making a sign for the window advertising the vacancies in the building. It was almost time for the new term. That meant new teachers on the island. Hopefully ones that didn't have loud parties or smashed walls.

She'd been watching too many American sitcoms in her off hours.

[ooc: Post is open! The info post is sorta updated via the friending list updates, she's not evicted anyone who hasn't quite left the island yet. Feel free to mod the sign as NOT listing your apartment as vacant for anyone still here the next few days :D Also, if I've mistakenly removed you from the list, let me know too!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Murray sat at a table, sipping idly at a plain coffee, thank you very much. She didn't hold for gingerbread or peppermint or any other so-called 'festive' flavoring in her caffeine. She liked her tea and coffee the same way. Strong and simple. Somewhat like she liked her men, really.

She noted in her reflection in one of the store's windows that her red roots were beginning to show. She wondered if she should let it grow out again, and abandon her blondness.

She rather liked her hair both ways, really.

[ooc: Open like an open post!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had turned into a bit of a Scrooge, to be honest. Possibly because she was having trouble balancing the books, possibly because the island was so intent on forcing people to be festive, but mostly because she didn't bloody care about the whole thing anymore.

It was a celebration of birth and life, two things far from what occupied her days. She could not celebrate life when she was no longer amongst the living. Even tinsel falling from the sky could not shake her grumpy mood.

For now, she was seated behind the lobby desk of MCA, working on those unbalanced ledgers. She cursed under her breath as she did so, but she would deny it to anyone who asked about it.

She would be grateful for some pleasant distraction, of course.

[ooc: Open and OCD free... and I'll be back to interact after work. All pings will be replied to!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was not pregnant, thank you very much. Nor was she a ninja assassin for any organized crime elements.

She was doing her British duty and ignoring that anything odd had happened over the weekend and would continue to pretend along those lines unless someone made her very cross.

For now, she was behind the desk in the MCA lobby, finishing up some paperwork. If anyone had anything they needed, she would be glad to help them.

[ooc: Open! Off to work I go, but I'll be around afterwards to play!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Murray sat behind the lobby desk, a hand clutched at her heart.

She was with child, the child of her beloved Allan Quatermain. What hope would a half-vampire baby with a recently resurrected father who traipsed about Africa have in this world? What hope would she have, a single mother who was also a vampire and secretly a ninja assassin for the mafia.

Life always proved so difficult.

[ooc: idek. Open!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was in behind the lobby desk late that day, trying not to think of the fact she was wearing an elf costume.

It was undignified, but not as undignified as some things she'd done and worn while gremlin bit.

She would definitely not report this to the League.

[ooc: Open to any and all!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had arranged to meet with Mr. Algren that afternoon. It was not, repeat, not a date. Merely friends who had romantic feelings towards one another arranging a meeting in which there would be shared time and the consumption of beverages.

There would be nothing untoward. Really.

Mina had already ordered herself a large tea and had sat at a table, awaiting Mr. Algren's arrival.

[ooc: Thread locked, post open for other coffee needs!]

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Tino was trying to clean up after the weekend and he was doing so all alone. This did not surprise him in the least. When he tried to get Adrian to help even though he knew better, he was met with, "We can't change this dynamic we have going on here. The squirrels wouldn't know what to do with themselves," and then he poured himself another drink.

Tino had no idea what that was supposed to mean since he didn't think the squirrels gave a damn what their dynamic was.

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Murray sat behind the lobby counter, reading a copy of... Cosmo.

She looked as if she was attempting to stare at an article until it burst into fire. Mina did not approve of such content in her magazines. At least, the ones she read in public.

Over the quiet week, she had moved her belongings down from apartment seven and into the much more spacious manager's suite in number zero. She'd even brought in some lab equipment so she could run some minor chemical experiments in her spare time.

This did, however, leave a vacancy in the building. So she left a sign on the door reading:

One vacant apartment.
Serious inquiries only.

She'd be glad to help any potential tenants, as well as any current ones or any friends who may stop by the lobby.

[ooc: I shun the OCD. Open! Also, MCA info here.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina had awoken that morning to a strange phone call from the bureaucrats behind the League. They even put Allan on the line, to prove their statements. And with Allan's endorsement, she had agreed to return as a member of the league, on the condition she be allowed to stay in Fandom for the majority of her time.

After the government types realized she would not be swayed from such an idea, they came to a compromise. She'd be allowed to stay if she continued her intelligence gathering. To expedite such things, they'd just made arrangements for her to manage the apartment building she lived in. Mina could hardly object to being given such an executive responsibility. She begrudgingly thanked them, and went about to start familiarizing herself with the office on the lobby floor. She had a lot of paperwork to go through. Oh, and she'd have to move her things from her apartment to the much more lavish apartment intended for the manager. That would be a priority as well.

So, anyone happening to enter the apartment building today would probably notice that there was stacks of paper over on the counter, and a blonde woman cursing every so often as she tried to understand what all of these files were for.

[ooc: Open post, of course. Details of Mina's phone conversation NFB, pretty please]

shiroi_tiger

Another Thursday, another day for Algren to work his shift at the Wellspring.

It was going to be spent mentally steeling himself for the oncoming onslaught of parents and guardians, yes. He had no idea how he was going to explain the subject matter of "Sex Thru The Ages" to any possible concerned parties.

While he wiped down the counters, he found himself silently wondering if he could blame the whole thing on Kirk...

Wellspring Arms is open!

chosehumanity

Class yesterday had gone fairly well, but Mitchell found that he hadn't quite gotten the Great War out of his bones again. What was needed was a distraction: possibly in the shape of pastries, coffee, and if he was in luck, some human beings.

Long story short, he had picked an empty table at the Perk early in the morning, ordered something sweet and sugary and utterly American, and a nice big cup of coffee. It was a day for it.

[[ open post! ]]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina knew she should not indulge in coffee at a late hour, but it was a craving that she could satisfy and therefore did.

So there at a table she sat, idly reading a medical journal. She was growing weary of her nursing profession. Perhaps it would do her good to explore other possibilities, other professions. Something that involved less blood.

[ooc: Very open!]

shiroi_tiger

It was not a bad day, really. It had been one of those odd weeks that had Algren questioning his sanity, perhaps, but today on its own? Was just fine.

... It was.

Really.

And he wasn't at all in the least bit of a sulk because most of his clothing was too small for the woman who had asked to borrow them while she was male, yesterday. No. He was Captain Nathan Algren. He didn't sulk.

He just worked. Paperwork and the like. Important work. And perhaps he was frowning in a way that might have appeared to be a sulk to the untrained eye. Totally different, that.

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Sorry this is a smidgen late. Busy day was busy!]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, it was weird looking like her boss, yes. (Her boss's boss, technically. If she looked like Tseng today, her brain might have exploded.) But Elena was always one to consider the angles. She used her key to open Pixie Dust, even though it wasn't her day to work. At least there, she could find clothes that fit.

In fact ... she could probably find an amazing, gorgeous white suit like the one Rufus usually wore. Something expensive and exquisitely tailored.

... Damn. She didn't just resemble Rufus, in this outfit. If she swept her hair back, like so? She could probably pass for him, at a fair enough distance.

This? This had possibilities.

Since she was going to be here for a while, playing dress-up, she decided to open the store. Other people might need boy-sized clothes, too. So she put a sign in the window.

DISCOUNT ON MALE CLOTHES
FOR HOT GUYS

Which was nicely inclusive. She didn't care if they were always male or not, so long as hot guys dropped in.

Pixie Dust was open.

Current Mood: devious

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

So, Loki had gone shopping again. No, he didn't have another trampoline though that was outside, waiting for him. No, he'd picked up a new game for the sheer sole fact that he'd been fucking alive when they'd hit it big and witnessed even people in Wisconsin getting all a titter about them. Loki himself hadn't seen what the big deal was though he could say some of their songs were very fucking catchy and the game had just looked cool when he'd been in the store.

Even former Angels of Death wished to be rock stars sometimes. Loki wasn't fucking English and couldn't even pull off a passable accent but he was quick and he didn't give a shit about what he looked like, rocking out in the lobby with the game blasting loudly.

[mha is open!]

Current Mood: crazy

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

It had finally happened.

After weeks of products being knocked off the shelves, scratch marks on the products and furniture, the loss of one big purple 'appendage' to a set of tiny kitten teeth and claws, and half a newly arrived box of lube, the culprit had finally been imprisoned in the back supply closet, which had been kitten proofed as best Aphrodite could make it.

He wasn't happy.

"Mreow."

"No." Pause.

"Mreow."

"Nooo." Pause.

"Mreooooooooow."

Aphrodite threw up her hands. "Fine! But you chew up one more tube of lube and you're never comin' out. Got it?"

She opened the door to the room, and Hercules sauntered out to sit and lick his paws.

'Dite sighed. "Am I really this much of a sucker or are you just too cute?"

With a glare she went back to her catalogs. "I think Valentine might find these interesting. If the cat doesn't chew them up first."

She ordered several, just for the heck of it.

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Link NWS, Post open.)

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

"Hey, Tino," Ben said, walking into the bar holding a box. "I know we haven't really had the best start with being coworkers, but I think this might help."

Ben put the box down on the bar and opened it. It was a cake with the letters "BFF" written on it.

Minutes later, the cake was in the garbage. "I'm sorry!" Ben said. "How was I supposed to know you hated strawberry filling that much? You never open up to me."

Just another day at the bar.

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was a mite twitchy today, as she sipped at her coffee. She'd not tasted blood in over a week. She'd expected to feel weaker, but it only seemed as if her more supernatural qualities were dampened by the lack of feeding. Functioning as a normal person seemed utterly unaffected.

The hunger, however, was beginning to gnaw at her.

She was trying to drown that hunger in coffee.

[ooc: Open!]

guardian-god.livejournal.com

Dimitri hadn't slept on the plane. Coach seats were too small for his long frame to get very comfortable in - especially with a young (he would keep repeating that word if necessary) trainee snoring and drooling on his shoulder while he attempted to read the folder of information on Fandom before giving up and resuming his novel.

After checking into the hotel, Dimitri had realized it would be a bad idea to fall asleep if he was going to adapt appropriately to a human sleep schedule, so he'd struck out to explore the island. (Yes, he'd brought a map and was marking it up, shh, it's a Guardian thing.)

When he'd gotten as far as the park, the last thing Dimitri had expected was a flock of tall, pink birds that descended on him like he had stolen all the brine shrimp from the lake.

He raised one eyebrow to glare icily at the birds, recognizing their distaste of his dhampir nature and giving them the opportunity to disperse and leave him to continue his walk.

The flamingos were not dissuaded by his look and began flapping their wings and squawking at him.

Rather than turning around or taking a longer route, Dimitri took a seat on a nearby bench and resumed marking his map, waiting for the birds to act first. Oh yeah, battle of wills.

[Open park!]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was turning into a java junkie, apparently. She nursed a large triple espresso in her hands, and fiddled with some papers. She was actually somewhat disturbed that she'd had no attempts at correspondence from her former employers. Perhaps they just disavowed her existence.

She hardly had any idea. But the today, at least, the lack of any contact with her past actually seemed bothersome.

[ooc: very very open]

baskiceball.livejournal.com

Marshall made sure to show up to work on time today after being late last week. Then when he got there he found Tino had done all the set up work without him.

"Well, fine. I'll just sit here and drink then."

His job was so hard.

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina Murray had heard radio last night, and it really had been a final straw for her.

This morning, she sat in a booth at The Perk, nursed a cup of coffee in her hands, as she wondered how best to disentangle herself from the situation. It would not be pleasant. But it needed to be done, for the sake of her and that big lug Minsc.

She felt like there needed to alcohol in her coffee, now.

[ooc: Open! Hey, she's a vamp. Angst has to happen eventually.]

baskiceball.livejournal.com

Marshall was totally late for work. Damn that Zac Efron and his adorable, distracting movies.

scruffnfeathers

There was a rustle of feathers and a faint *fwoomp* of displaced air and Castiel was once again in Fandom, standing in the graveyard, looking mildly perturbed. His attempt to get back to his own world and discover what had happened with the Winchesters and the final seal had failed.

Rather dramatically, in fact.

Were angels the sorts of beings that were likely to say they were scarred for life, Castiel might even be saying that. Jimmy certainly was, at volume, somewhere in the back of Castiel's head.

Really. Some worlds.

He was quite pleased to be back in Fandom, where the vague sense of impending doom hadn't really vanished entirely, but rather faded from "we may all very well die" to "it's possible I'll end up in a silly hat, today."

Absolutely none of this showed on his face, of course. An angel had to maintain his dignity. He was a bit like a cat, that way.

[ooc: The angel's back in town and the post is open. And I possibly spent too much of my time of late reading Douglas Adams.]

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!]

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If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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