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The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]

throughaphase

You know how there were gremlins wandering around and biting people into thinking they were zombies? You know what you didn't want getting bitten. Actual damn zombies. Kitty, Tino and the flamingo (don't ask) had managed to get the zombies offstage and safely locked up for the day, so at least anyone coming in didn't have to worry about getting bitten by more than gremlins.

And anyone who'd been bitten by gremlins and now thought they were a zombie. Look, Kitty couldn't protect you from everything, though at least there was a sanctuary spell here.

YOU SPENT A GOOD PART OF YOUR YOUTH HERE!
COME DRINK AGAIN!

[Come get drunk! Catch up! Make bad choices! Get into fights and end up in the pond!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

After 24 hours in this strange new version of Fandom, Quinn was almost certain it wasn't a trap or a loyalty test. Which meant she was ... free. Maybe. She'd loved her job under the Lannisters, but she had to admit it was nice to hear songs besides "The Rains of Castamere."

Today she was passing an uncharacteristically leisurely morning in the coffee shop with a muffin and a latte. Out of habit, she kept one eye on the other patrons. If she woke up back in 2050 again tomorrow, she wanted to know who might need to be disciplined.

[OOC: Open coffee shop. I have missed this girl.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

So here it was. Quinn's last shift ever as a front desk employee. That meant there was a cake for her after lunch, and the housekeepers were even nice to her as they shared it.

Quinn didn't even think they were being nice just because they were happy she was going.

She took a second piece of cake back to her desk then went to fuss with the lobby flowers. It might be her last day, but the hotel was going to look as nice as it could before she went.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Pesto Pasta Salad
Tuscan Bean Soup
Tiramisu

shagthis.livejournal.com

Jake was in a pretty good mood as he came in to work today. The kids' graduation had come and gone- well, not without incident, but with... fairly self-contained incident. Let's put it that way. ~~Handwavily~~ seeing people visit with their friends and family had made him think maybe he ought to go back to St. John's for a couple days, just to catch up with everyone. And maybe rub his father's face in the fact that he'd managed to build a pretty successful life here in Fandom, yes.

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for word to spread regarding the removal of the rabbits, gizkas, protopets... and most importantly, the School Board and the Howells.

The lack of needing to pretend they were a Perfectly Ordinary Boarding School meant that the uniforms ~~could~~ had to be disposed of.

In a bonfire, naturally.

[ooc: come one, come all, indulge in some pyromania-fueled catharsis! ocd up, c'mon in!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

There were bunnies in the lobby today. Quinn thought that was cute, until she realized two things.

First, many of the bunnies were ... doing exactly what bunnies were famous for doing, with great enthusiasm. And occasionally multiple partners. Quinn didn't want to watch, but she had never known how true the "bunnies=nymphos" thing was.

Second, the bunnies who were not, ah, occupying themselves, were being herded toward the kitchen by a couple of Gunther's assistants. Apparently he'd been hoping to have an excuse to make one of his famous rabbit dishes.

Quinn was at the desk in her school uniform, hoping like hell she could convince any board members who wandered in that this was a totally normal hotel.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Deviance-free since 2005
Today's specials: Rabbit fricassee
Spring green salad

bigdamnprincipal

Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind.

When the day had gone by and Zoe hadn't heard from Bo, she decided to prepare for the worst - namely, that this visit was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She might have been powerless to stop Fandom from bureaucratic invasion, but at least she could try to warn everyone for what they might have to do. Since it wasn't just the school that was going to have to pass muster, Zoe sent out ~~handwavey~~ emails, as well as a message with the squirrels, to call everyone for "an important town meeting." Thankfully, the squirrels seemed to have gotten her message to the radio station, and between the broadcast and the emails, she was hoping that students and townsfolk alike would make it to the town hall. She'd tried to find the balance between urgency and not worrying people in her message, and she aimed to maintain that tone once everyone got settled down.

"Good morning, and thank you all for coming to this meeting," she said. "I know you all have a weekend to be enjoying, so I'll attempt to keep this brief. We have a bit of a...situation happening tomorrow at the school, and unfortunately, it's going to involve the town as well. The school board is coming with some important visitors and, well, I'll just let this speak for itself." Zoe straightened up a bit as she pulled out the letter from Stephen Colbert and read it to everyone. She was tempted to leave off the last two bullets, because really, the rest of the list was ridiculous enough without making the Canadians and aliens rise up in nationalistic anger too, but it seemed important to get the full scope of insanity of the message across.

"I want you all to know that if the tone of this letter makes you angry, you're not alone. We've been trying to...reason with the school board--" which was one way to put 'threatening multiple forms of violence' "--so it's entirely possible that they won't come at all. But if they do, we wanted you all to be prepared for what tomorrow might be like. We just have to pretend for a day, and then things can go back to normal - the real normal that we have here."

Hopefully, the school would still be funded when that happened.

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

There were still little dishes of jelly beans all over the lobby today. Quinn kept picking at them during her shift, in between her usual bouts of making reservations and the odd gossip session with a housekeeper.

She was considerate enough to leave the black ones for weirdos who liked licorice.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Ham & Fontina Frittata
Mixed Green Salad
Special Graduation Rates Available!

[OOCL: Open hotel. no OCD!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn was up and down from the reception desk today. She wanted to work, really, but she had a fashion show pretty much as soon as she clocked out. There were hairstyles and jewelry and shoes and make-up to be tried on, and it was better she did that in a guest room than in the lobby.

She was at least on the desk often enough to help anybody who needed it. Though they might also get asked their opinion on different shades of lipstick.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Saturday: Easter Egg Hunt
Sunday: Scrambled Eggs Special!

[OOC: No OCD today!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The community center had been decorated (glitterified), the models were probably backstage by now either looking fabulous or questioning their life choices, and once everyone was ready there were two emcees taking the stage.

Rilla was still not wild about public speaking when it wasn’t over the radio (there, no one could stare at her), and so she said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t lisp too terribly. The poor starving Belgians were counting on her efforts here!

“Hello,” she said with a tight, nervous smile, “and welcome to the first annual--” things sounded better when they could become annual events, right? “--Kappa Delta Gremlin Fashion Show!”

After waiting for any applause- and there had better be applause, it was only polite- Annie continued, "Tonight you're going to see members of the sorority, fraternity and Pride show off some fashions, and help raise money for the Red Cross to help people all the way back in 1915!" Which probably wasn't going to create some weird time paradox, right? They were being helpful. And retro. Retro-ly helpful.

Rilla waited for that applause to die down before concluding, “And tho--” bad word. BAD WORDS THAT RILLA DIDN’T EVEN THINK FOR THE POORLY TIMED LISPING RIGHT NOW, GOD, “--without further ado,” or any other words with s, if she could help it, “our first model!”

Current Mood: nervous

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Current Mood: ecstatic

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

It had been a while, but once again the Boards was gearing up for an opening night:

The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture!
Please no throwing rice on stage.
Well, okay, if you must.

Tickets were for sale at the door, along with audience participation kits. And yes, you better believe that the one selling the tickets was armed with a tube of lipstick so that he could mark Petey Sci-Fi virgins with a V on their foreheads if this was their first time seeing the show.

In the participation kits, one could expect to find flashlights, toilet paper, playing cards, toast, a newspaper, squirt guns... The usual fare, really. If people didn't know what to do with any of the above, there was even a handy audience participation guide included.

The cast was set. The crew was set. The costumes were scandalous and the music was loud.

The Lord said, let there be lips.

And there were. And they were good.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy sat on the edge of the stage, gesturing for everyone, once they'd come in in their costumes, to gather in the front rows of the seats. "I want to tell you all a little story," he said, smiling a little, lips twisting up at one side. "See, once upon a time, there was this guy. The Basketball Guy. All he did, all he was, all anyone expected of him was that he play basketball, and that he win. It wasn't about the team so much, although many of them were just as good, and they were his friends, his teammates, he could count on them on-court and off. Still, the Basketball Guy was all anyone talked about, the one they expected to lead the team to victory, time after time after time. Win or lose, it was all on him.

( But he wasn't happy )

[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

There was pie at the hotel today.

Lots and lots and lots of pie, on every surface Quinn could see. Sweet pies, savory pies, big pies, tiny pies. Apparently Gunther was getting a little punchy again: He'd started throwing pie pans at room service staff who asked for anything that wasn't a pie.

Quinn's plans for the day were therefore 1)stay out of the kitchen and 2)eat pie. It would make for an easy day.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Chicago-Style Pizza
Quiche Lorraine
Lemon Chess Pie
Perfect Blueberry Pie

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Having spent most of the previous day in a conference call with Ryan, a few Evans Industries lawyers, and a very stubborn man who refused to accept that they had, in fact, filed for and received the rights to perform Petey Sci-Fi (really, Troy had the paperwork somewhere, except he was pretty sure Jono was the one who had filed it and Jono... didn't seem to be around this weekend, and it's not like he could explain, "Sorry, it's one of those weekends," to someone who'd never been to the island. Except for, well, Ryan, but that still didn't help with the lawyers), Troy had missed out on who, exactly, his roommate and co-worker had turned into.

That wasn't going to last long.

"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"

It seemed like the safest bet.

Yep. Totally safe.

"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"

And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had the doors propped open at the hotel today. It wasn't exactly spring, but it felt like it, and she was going to take advantage while she could. And if she was taking a couple extra breaks to walk through the hotel grounds, she figured Mary would understand.

She asked the housekeeping staff to put daffodils around the lobby, because why not?

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Plan Your Spring Fling Here.
Today's specials: Bowtie Pasta Primavera Salad
Irish Cream Pie

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Everything seemed perfectly normal at the hotel today. No singing, no disturbing couples getting handsy in the halls before disappearing to god-knows-where, not even any unusually obnoxious guests.

It was nice. So when Quinn noticed the housekeeping staff seemed to be jumping everywhere, she shrugged and accepted it. She knew the normal had been too calm to last.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Deep-Fried Frog Legs
Hoppin' John

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

Current Mood: bouncy

lockestheway

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

life_inshadow

A room at the community center had been set up for a perfectly innocent slumber party that was in no way intended to promote girlkissy. Streamers were tacked to the walls, a buffet table held a range of late-night nibblies with a bias toward the sweet end of the spectrum, and a sound system played current pop and dance songs. Blankets, pillows and sleeping bags were heaped neatly along one wall, ready to be put into use by anyone with the inclination to stay the night.

Depending on your inclinations, this was either an innocent celebration of the start of spring break, or the ideal way for Fandom's young women to explore their Sapphic urges. Either way, it promised to be a good night.

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The hotel staff kept disappearing today.

Into vacant rooms.

Two by two.

And then making... noises.

Between that and the fact Gunther was singing Whitney Houston at the top of his lungs, Quinn was so ready to be done with today. She sighed and tried to go back to that math chapter she hadn't finished the day before.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Cold Shower & Pay Cable in Every Room!
Today's Specials:
Oysters Rockefeller
Beef Heart Braised in Wine

[OOC: Open hotel post though I may be very slow today.]

Current Mood: annoyed

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had taken her pre-calc homework from her dorm room to the coffee shop. Maybe it was just that it was Valentine's Day, but being in her bedroom today made it way too easy to slip into involved daydreams focusing on her bed. Then she started speculating about her desk, and that was just ... no. It wasn't going to help her get to the midpoint in her online course before spring break, and that was her entire goal for this week.

She got a skinny mocha and bent over her textbook, trying to concentrate on polynomial functions and not on how hot the black-haired punk barista was or how the Prince album playing over the store stereo was incredibly sexy.

Focus today might be a losing battle.

[OOC: Open coffee shop, natch.]

furnaceface

"Okay, everyone," Troy said, as the cast gathered. If he looked a little flushed, well. Maybe it was the heat in the theatre? It was a little warmer than usual. "So we're just about finished working through act one. Today, we'll cover from right after Sword of Damocles through to Lad and Garnet being sent off to bed, and then sit down and cover any questions anyone has so far."

"Yes," Jono echoed, frowning maybe just a touch moodily. "Cover. Please, do stay covered today."

He was entitled to his snits, damn it. He'd spent yesterday looking through Dite's catalogues, and was now trying like hell to not picture anyone in their costume. He didn't want that trauma this week.

Which was why he had a spray bottle in one hand. It was either that, or the rolled-up newspaper. He'd settled on the spray bottle, and he was not afraid to use it.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD up!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer ~~who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning~~, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Most of the apricots had been removed by the time Thursday's rehearsal came around, but there was still a bowl piled high with the fruit alongside the usual pitchers of lemon water. … And a couple of boxes backstage if anyone wanted to take more.

Please take more.

"So, today we're going to work on Hoyt's introduction to start with," Troy explained, "which is the song Sweet Transvestite, and then work our way up through to Petey's big number, Sword of Damocles. This includes the part where Lad and Garnet are stripped down to their underwear -- but I think we'll hold off on that until we get a little further into rehearsals."

Yes. Stripped to their underwear. Troy really hoped that the cast knew what kind of show it was by now, but if they didn't...

"I reserve the right," Jono intoned, "to mock anybody who is surprised by that revelation by this point in rehearsals."

Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.

Troy laughed. "Yeah, what he said," he agreed. "So, before we get started, any questions?"

[Cast List | Script (with AP) | Script (one page, no AP) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

furnaceface

When people arrived to the Boards for rehearsal today, they'd see that Jono had brought along... well, a measuring tape. You know. For reasons.

"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."

Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.

"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."

He was helpful like that.

"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."

He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.

[Open!]

furnaceface

Ah, the first day of rehearsals at the Boards. It was just the sort of thing to make Jono show up looking... if not happy then at least slightly less grumpy than usual, with a stack of scripts in his arms complete with sheet music. It might have been the therapeutic smashing of creepy dolls with a crowbar that had him in such a good mood. Or maybe it was the sheet music that did it for him. Even Sweet Transvestite could be soothing if it was played well, damn it.

Really, if you wanted happy, you need look no further than Troy: the fluster and panic of a first rehearsal was generally guaranteed to have a smile fixed on his face. "This is going to be awesome," he said to Jono, as an aside. Turning to the gathered performers, he added, "Hey, everyone, thanks for making it out! I hope you're all excited for this -- I know we are!"

"Before we get started, I have the scripts here," Jonothon's excited face looked much the same as his 'Yes, I certainly do appear to be awake today' face. "There's enough for each of you to take one, and you can feel free to make as many notes in the margins or mark them up however you see fit. They're yours to keep. Today, we're going to just be acquainting ourselves with the script and the music of the show, since I know a good many of you showed up for auditions without even the faintest idea what in the world you were getting yourselves into."

Which had amused Jonothon to no end, really, but they were in a show with underwear and dry humping, and he was going to have to break it to them sooner or later, after all.

Underwear, dry humping, incest, cannibalism... Really, what didn't the show have? "At some point," Troy continued, "I was thinking we could watch the movie all together, but I want to get rehearsals underway first so that we're not locked into that as the 'right way' to do things. Theater's not about that. The movie's iconic, yeah, but with a live show like this, what you all bring to the roles is just as important as how someone may have played it once before."

"So, everybody grab a script," Jono said, "and take a seat. We'll do a read-through of the script, pausing for the musical numbers, which we'll just play on CD for this one rehearsal so that you get a feel for the vocals. If any of you have any concerns or questions about any of this, feel free to ask Troy or myself during the read-through, or to grab one of us after rehearsal. Shall we begin?"

[Open rehearsal! Script (with audience participation cues just 'cause) is here. Cast list is here. Yaaaaaaaay!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn woke up happy and got to work happy, to the point of almost floating through her day at the hotel. She was pretty sure the island would find a way to wreck things sooner or later, but right now she was going to enjoy the feeling that the future was hers. Every so often, she'd check her acceptance letter in her purse, as if it might stop saying what it said.

She was on and off the phone with her mother for a lot of the morning. Judy Fabray was alternating between utter pride and some bizarre fear Quinn would freeze to death in New Haven.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Free Roses to V-Day Overnight Guests
Today's Specials: Warm Buttered Lobster Rolls
Blue Yale Cocktail

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had told one of the maintenance workers that she'd auditioned for Petey Sci-Fi but they were still looking for guys, and now she kind of wished she hadn't. There was just something wrong about watching a guy with the worst case of plumber's crack in the world practice his version of "I Can Make You a Man."

The hotel was open, and Quinn was desperately wishing brain bleach was an actual thing.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Book Early for Valentine's Day!
Today's Specials: New England Clam Chowder
Morroccan Beet Salad

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had spent her weekend hanging out with a bunch of teachers and townies in a warehouse. There'd been drinking, crying, and sitting in the hot-tub -- and if she remembered right, at least one moment had involved all three.

At this point, she was just going to be grateful she hadn't slept with anybody and carry on like nothing had ever happened. She had online Spanish homework to do; that seemed nice and normal.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Cobb Salad
Peppermint Dream Pie

[OOC: Hotel is open and OCD-free.]

solo_sword

"I'm really here just trying to figure myself out, you know?" said Jaina's voiceover, playing over the sound of some Daughtry song as she arrived at the house with her bags. "I want to meet new people and find out who I really am. ~~And maybe get famous from it.~~"

She reached the door, with her name plastered in front of her in Comic Sans, and when she opened it and called, "Hello?" and got no answers, she thought that meant she was the first to arrive. Which meant she got to be the first and gasp, "Oh my god!" at the once-abandoned warehouse that had been tricked out to be a cool, trendy house for cool, trendy young people. And this meant she was going to get the first pick of rooms!

This is the story of seven ~~or however many~~ strangers, picked to live in a house and have their lives taped. Find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. The Real World: Fandom.

[You should totally come and meet your new housemate.]

Current Mood: ecstatic

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Got brass in pocket
Got bottle, I'm gonna use it.
Intention
I feel inventive,
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Quinn actually didn't see anything that odd about the fact she was singing as she went about her usual morning duties at the hotel today. Sometimes people just sang, you know? It happened pretty often at home.

Though she was a little surprised when she got a chorus line of dancing housekeeping staff on the part about I'm special, so special. Maybe they just all felt like singing too.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: French Onion Soup
Blueberry Pie

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD, guaranteed singing. And this is where we like Quinn being from a quasi-musical.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The hotel seemed to still be in a post-holiday lull, which Quinn was not one to complain about. She spent the day putting outfits together on Polyvore. She wasn't always a huge fashion person, but it was nice to play the 'what if I had unlimited money' game.

The hotel was open, and Quinn was behind the desk pondering subtle differences in black blazers.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Black Bean Chili
Cuban sandwiches

[OOC: Open hotel. OCD nipped out for an early lunch.]

endsthegame

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn had returned from a not-terribly-painful Christmas back in Lima, new earrings from Puck sparkling underneath the new haircut she couldn't stop playing with.

She hoped it would be safe from random wallaby attack this time.

It seemed to be a mellow day at the hotel, and Gunther kept emerging from the kitchen with leftover holiday treats for her to sample. The time was perfect for Quinn to work on her list of New Year's resolutions.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Book Now for New Year's Eve
Today's Specials: All-American Roast Beef
Chocolate-Ginger Pudding

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

There was a reindeer in the middle of the hotel lobby. Quinn knew she should shoo it, but it was so cute with its clumsy footsteps and the lights in its antlers that she kind of wanted to take it home instead. She settled for taking plenty of pictures to show people in Lima once she got home.

She was flying -- emphatically not portalling -- out that night, after her shift ended, and her packed bag was stowed behind the counter.

[OOC; No OCD because ... LJ fail. Open, though!]

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Quinn had not worn her Snuggy to work today.

After she saw some of the guests roaming around in them, she kind of wished she had.

The hotel was open, and Quinn was at the front desk directing traffic now that all the hotel's supplies were coming in at once. It smelled like Gunther was having a little fun with having more ingredients to work from.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Ask About Our Holiday Rates.
Today's Specials: Greek Octopus in Tomato Sauce
Pork with Chestnut Sauce

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

Current Mood: calm

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn didn't like the look of the sky today. (Quinn wasn't crazy, so of course she didn't like the look of the sky today.) But things inside the hotel seemed normal, if a bit sauerkraut-scented. There were things to do: Even if there weren't, it was probably good for her to get out of the dorms.

She was at the front desk, flipping through a magazine without reading it and looking warily at everyone who came in and out.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials: Sauerkraut Soup with Sausage
Vinegar Pie

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn was grateful to be at work today.

Quinn was grateful to have anywhere to be, even if it was a hotel that was filling up with guests and having a hard time getting enough supplies to keep up with them. But work was nice, mostly. Normal.She was going to grab onto that with both hands and hold onto it and not do anything that might remind her of how normal things outside the hotel weren't.

Mostly, this meant not lifting her head from her paperwork and her online math homework.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Special Rates for Extended Stays
Today's Specials: Potato-Leek Soup
Banana Cream Pie

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

There was probably supposed to be a Thanksgiving special at the Arms or something. Supposed to be because the suppliers kept getting to the parking lot in Maryland and then calling Quinn because they couldn't find the causeway.

All she could do was tell them to keep trying. .

She hoped somebody would get through before tomorrow, or Gunther was going to have to keep improvising from the pantry.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Special Rates for Extended Stays
Today's Specials: Ramen-Ham Frittata
Pesto Tuna Salad with Sundried Tomatoes

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn spent the first part of the day on the phone, fighting with Portalocity. They'd been getting a lot of cancellations and no-shows due to portals going awry, and Quinn was hoping she'd at least get some kind of refund for the empty rooms.

No dice, so far. But a girl could dream.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Not a Portalocity Affiliate.
Today's Specials: Tuna Tartar
Banana Split cupcakes

[OOC: Open hotel, will pick up pings tonight!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn started her day at the desk with a pile of resident and staff complaints. Apparently people who stay in hotels or work at them were big babies when they can't get any clean sheets or towels.

Who knew, right?

She spent some time researching if they could have the linens shipped off-island until the hotel's washing machines and dryers could be fixed. Or she could tell people to suck it up. That was far more appealing.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Now with Eco-Friendly Laundry Practices
Today's Specials: New England Clam Chowder
Blackberry Tarts

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

So for some reason, a van full of locksmiths came up to the hotel today just after Quinn got to work. Then another. Then another.

Either there were still a lot of broken doors, or somebody was playing a prank. Either way, the lobby was full of locksmiths, and some of them were heading toward the kitchen.

Gunther would be so pleased.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials:
Combination Lo Mein
Lady Locks
Key Lime Pie

[OOC: OCD got locked out.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

Quinn was grumpy when she got to work today. She'd tried to check in with Jacob ben Israel's blog to see what was going on with Lima -- okay, so occasionally she was a masochist -- and apparently it had been taken down, and Brittany didn't remember Jacob so there went a wasted phone call. (It was Brittany. Sometimes she forgot the existence of shoes, so losing track of a classmate or two should be expected.)

Quinn set her concern aside as she got to work. It was nice to have lobby Halloween decorations to concentrate on, even if it did remind her that she needed to talk to Claudia about the door-decorating contest. She set to work arranging gourds artistically along the check-in desk.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Beer-Braised Hot Dogs with Sauerkraut
Bacon Cheese Fries

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD!]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

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The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

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