Well, after the early-morning whatever she'd done with Rikku and an extremely wrinkly older woman and a couple of other people, Dawn had decided maybe going to a beach party wasn't the best idea, tempting as it might be.

So, instead, she was walking around the pond with a bunch of birdseed, placing clumps in a circle as she eyed the waterfowl, trying to figure out how much she'd need.

"Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck..."

Ow. She felt a nip at her leg.

"Ow, okay, Swan!"

Then she resumed her actions.

"Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck."

It wasn't long before Dawn was running on the grass, followed by many waterfowl in search of birdseed.

"Dammit, I said didn't say goose!"

Clearly, they didn't know the rules.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might want to play. No OCD!]

the_merriest

"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

throughaphase

It wasn't that Hayley was really working tonight. She was just feeling terrible about the weekend, which wasn't really that different from how she felt any given day anymore, except that she'd woken up with some strange guy, she was even further from her daughter than she normally was, she didn't know where she was and couldn't call home without her phone. So, she'd gone for a drink.

And then the guy behind the bar had called her Kitty (which... was that supposed to be some werewolf crack? She had no idea) and generally been annoying, and then at one point he'd started to sing...

Long story short, it'd been a while since Hayley had fed, so Tino was now laying all crumpled with two holes in his neck in the corner behind the bar, out of sight, and Hayley was sitting behind the bar with her feet up on the counter and a glass of bourbon in hand. She might even get you a drink if you asked nicely.

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

fh_thumbprick

As dusk approached, the carnival began to thin out. Acts vanished. Music died down.

Mr. Dark peered through the folds of his tent and frowned. This was not working according to his intentions. Perhaps... perhaps he should confront some of these Fandom folk in person.

[[ finale time! use this space for your remaining huggings, as well as all the finale-y bits. wait for the ocd... ]]

the_merriest

Ugh. Maybe spending the night in jail disagreed with her, but Rikku woke up this morning with totally the worst kink in her neck. Like, try to turn it sideways, and you can't quite look over your shoulder, 'cause there's all this stupid shooting pain kind of weird crampy thing.

She was at work, but probably distracted, and working more on making her neck un-clench than on any of the guns.

(method RP / ocd free / mega amounts of SP while I try to get my neck to stop being awful)

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

Vic rushed into the Trooper Station cursing a blue streak the entire way with only a brief pause to tell Ralph to get the fuck out of her way.

Hey, it was her first morning after experiencing Fandom weirdness directly! She should feel a little freaked out!

[For those who might have been arrested during the weekend.]

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

It was bad news for Vic Morretti but then again she never got any news that wasn't good. Turns out the morgue had lost Wayne's body and without a body there was no autopsy, no habeas corpus and just no damn progress at all.

Vic sighed and took another belt of rotgut and lit up another smoke. There was no point in it now. None at all. She shooed Ralph away as he started to chase down the leads on the Wayne case.

"Forget it Ralph."

She took a shot and poured herself another.

"It's just Fandom."

notaweenie.livejournal.com

A high time was always to be had at George's Gin Joint. Barry "The Brain" Ween always made sure of that. The liquor was always pouring and the casino was always dealing and spinning depending on your choice of games.

And more importantly, the place was always open. You have to love a place like that!

So come on in for a good time and a complimentary drink. Surely you can't pass that up?

locointhecoco

Who was Luke? Luke was a smoky bar on a rainy summer evening filled with the wail of a lonely sax. Luke was a classy dame with a box of matches and a story to tell. Luke was money to burn and living with regret in the light of a sun that never, ever rose.

. . . Okay, honestly, Pinkie had no idea who Luke was. The name was already on this joint when she bought it, and she thought it gave the place an aura of mystery, so she kept it.

Whoever he was, Luke's name was on one classy establishment, boasting live music and the highest quality caviar and bubbly (soda, that is, at least 'til Pinkie knows you ain't a squealer). If you're feeling lucky, there's a poker game or two to be had -- at least right up until the moment the cops show up.

the_merriest

Today, Rikku didn't have a small red chicobo with her -- woohoo! Keeping him alive amidst the weapons, warehouse experiments, and over-friendly pets in her day-to-day life had been a bit of a chore. Plus, he might have been cute, but he was no Reno.

So today she was just wandering the store, looking for anything interesting she might want to buy. That was, like, half the point in working in a weapons store, right? Easy access to the good stuff?

the_merriest

It was another Tuesday at the Freedom Arms! That meant Rikku was here, bouncing to herself and setting up display racks of guns.

The chicobo was with her, because Reno was still a freaking chicobo, because he was trying to set a record or something.

"It's a really good thing you're cute," she laughed. Otherwise, it'd get annoying, trying to get Petey not to chew on him all the time.

The shop was so totally open!!!

(Very open. There's going to be a naked Turk in here sooner or later, so ... SPOILER ALERT. Come take pictures or whatevs ...)

the_merriest

So it was another Tuesday and that meant more guns!!!!! Guns didn't quite make up for not getting to go explore dungeon-y ruins this past weekend, but guns were seriously awesome, and Rikku didn't ever stay in a bad mood for very long anyway.

Today she was going to add Poisonstrike to a Smith & Wesson. And then she was going to buy the damn thing herself. She still had the Glock Deadpool had given her, but there wasn't any law saying you could only own one gun or anything. And if there was, then it was a stupid law to begin with.

Reno the tiny red chicobo was watching her work and excitedly kwehing, which was supercute. So all in all, a good day.

(open/ocd-free/fleeing for work)

the_merriest

Another Tuesday! Rikku was playing around with knives today. Sure, it was a gun shop, but that didn't mean she couldn't upgrade some machetes, did it? Because machetes were cool.

(Open / ocd-free / I flee for work!)

the_merriest

Okay, Rikku was totally nailing this week. First she'd wrapped up all the Al Bhed stuff way early, and then she'd crashed in on Reno and found a job all in the same day. How impressive was that??? And now, Tuesday, was her first day at work.

Well, really, her first day back, because she had totally worked here way back in the day when she was a student. It still counted!!!

If anyone needed Rikku, she was going to be bouncing on her toes behind the counter, sorting out some of her upgradeable items and trying to decide if she wanted to put any on her Glock. Although, really, the second someone came through the door she'd be on them like white on rice. Or Rikku on a new potential friend.

The Freedom Arms was open!!!!!

the_merriest

Oh, man, the store still looked awesome. And now she had one more employee, and this place just got more busy all the time! That happened to be very very cool. And today, she was going to finally dump out all of the random stuff she'd gotten from monsters on her last trip home and sort it and see if she could make anything useful from the loot.

Of course there had been monsters. Nothing in Spira ever managed to get anywhere without monsters. It was like a rule.

Fixer-Uppers was way totally open.

(open/ocd-free!)

Current Mood: chipper

the_merriest

Rikku was so glad her store was still here. Not that she expected that it wouldn't be! Just that, you know, she'd been away for a bit, and it was a relief that it hadn't been eaten by those giant spiders Reno had mentioned or whatever. Although really, he would have brought that up. And besides, she just liked looking at it, especially the ~~horrific~~ really cheerful reassuring sign.

(OPEN-OCD-FREE)

Current Mood: cheerful

the_merriest

Rikku had a new employee! That was awesome. Maybe if she came in today, she'd get another one! Or a customer, or just one of her employees wanting to hang out. And if none of that happened, she'd just hang out with the engine parts all day, and that was a totally awesome day all by itself.

(open/ocd-free!)

Current Mood: chipper

the_merriest

Another semester, woo! Rikku was taking a break from teaching -- hopefully a short one!!! She really liked telling kids about science, but ~~her mun~~ she needed a wee bit of time off from it. So she was back doing what she did best: fixing stuff and being hyper.

The sign out front was as ~~eyeblindingly horrifying~~ pretty as always, and there were engines to be cleaned! How could today be anything other than awesome, when she had engines to clean?

(OPEN and OCD-free and expecting at least one to inquire about a job! There are an additional two spots open -- priority given to seniors who need to stay on-island, but after that, fair game!)

Current Mood: chipper

the_merriest

Back when they were both grown-up and sane, Reno and Rikku had decided to host a fundraiser in order to raise money for charity. Hey, they had asked their students to do one, and fair was fair, right?

They had not expected to be very young (and not all that bright) for the actual fundraiser itself.

This morning, Reno and Rikku had decided the best possible fundraiser would be ... a lemonade stand. Obviously.

Not that either of them knew how to make lemonade. They'd gotten some water from a hose, and they threw in some packets of fake sugar (the entire packets, paper and all) as well as some lemons (whole, and unsliced).

That had seemed boring.

Rikku had opted for some lemon-flavored candy, but they had just sat there in the pitcher of water not doing anything. Which was why she had fished them out, chewed them up, and spat them back in.

Reno had gone for chocolate, and was carefully breaking off squares of it to throw in. He was possibly getting more on his hands than in the pitcher, but that was okay, because he could lick his hands before getting the next piece!!!

Don't ask where the ~~meta for~~ GI Joe figurine, floating in the middle of the pitcher, came from; neither of them could remember. Also, don't ask what else was in the lemonade.

The sign read LEMMENAYDE (fer a nickul). Buyer, beware.

(cowritten with and much love to my partner in crime,

raspberryturk, whose brilliant idea this was. stop in to buy the BEST LEMONADE EVAR!)

Current Mood: ecstatic

nosefullofsnot.livejournal.com

Lucas didn't really think he'd get into any of this 'jumping on invading creatures and saving the day' crap. Then he discovered that you could pick up the turtle shells after jumping on them. And then you could throw them at people. Even better, you could do this while breezing past them on a skateboard. And maybe, just maybe, while also spitting fire at people because you'd gotten a fire flower earlier in the day and hadn't lost it. And you could cause all of this destruction while doing loops around the park.

It was a race against nobody at the moment, but he was enjoying himself.

[OOC: MARIO KART, PEOPLE! Ping in if you want to race (get a bike or a rickshaw or something!) or just get hit with a turtle shell!]

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

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 ]]

prof_of_cunning

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

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

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

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

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

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

raspberryturk

Reno, between his last shift and this week, had managed to cobble together the beginnings of guts for something that looked kind of like it wanted to be a quad in three-wheeled form. Not because Reno had run out of wheels, so much. More because, well, he was from Gaia. In Gaia, three wheels were just the way to be.

And so, there he was, his sleeves up to his elbows and grease up to his sleeves, delving into it some more. He'd never personally worked on a vehicle that ran on something other than mako, the Al Bhed airship and Rikku's ethanol-powered WRO vehicles notwithstanding, so today was a lesson in figuring out how in the world this 'internal combustion' shit worked.

And if the drop cloth that he'd set out managed, by some miracle, to run from under the bike guts all the way over to the Fixer-Uppers sign, where he'd managed to staple-gun it over that distracting lens-flare...

He'd take it down again at the end of his shift. Probably.

[Open!]

the_merriest

Rikku was filled with nervous energy today. She and Reno were leaving tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning? It wasn't like they had much to pack. She'd packed already. They were only going to be gone a few days, whether it was tonight or tomorrow morning. He'd be back in time to take his Sunday shift, and they'd finish off the fiend that was raising hell on Bikanel.

One that, hopefully, wouldn't be anywhere near her Home.

She was a little quiet today, but getting in the back and dismantling an engine was doing wonders for her mood. Nothing like engine grease to help restore your Zen.

(open/ocd-free!)

Current Mood: pensive

the_merriest

Rikku was in a very scattered sort of mood as she opened the shop. The good: she had a new employee (yay!) and her class seemed to be going well. The bad: well, the letter from Yuna, and what that meant. The she-didn't-know-yet: the fact that she wasn't holding it all in as well as she used to. That could be good or bad. It almost felt like both.

Anyway. It was a good day for taking something apart and seeing if she could put back together. Grease helped her think.

(open/ocd-free)

Current Mood: thoughtful

the_merriest

Last night had been ... rough, at least, the news had been rough, but talking things out with Reno, that part had been good. Really good. Maybe she should actually try that more often. Like, you know, a normal person.

It wasn't her day at the shop, but she'd missed her day at the shop, so she was stopping in, anyway, to make sure everything was okay and tinker with a few of the projects. There was something really soothing about axle grease, if you were an Al Bhed girl.

(open, ocd-free!)

the_merriest

The store was closed today. You could tell by the big sign on the door, the one that said

CLOSED

But Rikku was still here, at least, very early in the morning. She was waiting for a certain little sib to pop in, so they could head out on their trip. She was already packed, and she even had something special to give Momoko. Call it an early Christmas gift from someone who didn't celebrate.

(As noted, the store is closed, although one is expected to stop by, and anyone else is welcome so long as it's before the bouncy twins head off on their trip!)

Current Mood: bouncy

the_merriest

Rikku didn't like the idea of leaving a tiny baby chocobo alone to fend for himself in the big, bad apartment. Especially not when she wasn't sure that Petey didn't think of him as a snack.

And so today there was a tiny, overexcited little chicobo, bouncing on the counter and blowing raspberries.

Rikku didn't actually think she'd get much work done, no. But luckily, Reno was adorable like this.

(Reno modded with permission. Open and OCD-free!)

Current Mood: amused

the_merriest

Okay, she might not be happy about it, but Rikku had to grudgingly admit that snow was pretty. Especially when it fell in huge, pristine flakes, dancing through the sky, and -- hey, hang on, those weren't snowflakes. That was powdered sugar.

Rikku supposed she could be okay with powdered sugar-snow. But why couldn't it fall on some day that was warm and sunny? It wasn't like powdered sugar-flakes were going to melt.

Anyway. Fixer-Uppers was open, and its proprietor was trying to get into the spirit of this world's nifty holidays coming up. The desert girl still didn't like the cold, dang it.

Current Mood: cold

raspberryturk

There was really something to be said for training in the cold, with the wind from the ocean blowing in to make the morning feel all the more chill. It wasn't that Reno liked the cold. Hell, no. He friggin' hated it. But it woke a person up, made them keep moving in order to keep it from seeping in clear to the bone. And moving was something that Reno enjoyed doing very much.

If anyone were to walk by him at any point in the morning, they'd see that he pretty much didn't stop doing just that. At one point, he was picking up stones and throwing them, and then racing them so that he could smack them back the other way. At another, just kicking and punching at the air, with something suggesting 'discipline' leaking in around the edges, but only if you squinted. Then he'd do all of the same all over again, using his electromag-rod. He wasn't even going to bother with laps. He could round the island in minutes if he wasn't really trying, so what was the point?

The point was, training on the beach here on the island sure beat the hell out of trying to get anything resembling it done in Edge.

[Open as a beach tends to be! I had to post something today, what with Jono still in London, or I'd lose my miiiind.]

the_merriest

It would be a bit redundant to say Rikku was having a good day. She was usually having a good day! Or that she liked the sign. Are you kidding? She loved that sign. Or even that she was in the back, tinkering with the wiring on something, because that was her favorite thing to do here.

So, Fixer-Uppers might be a bit predictable this week, but it was still totally open.

(and ocd-free, at that!)

Current Mood: chipper

the_merriest

Last week had been awesome -- snow or no snow -- and having a couple of days with girl-Reno was always fun, even if she was relieved that he was boy-shaped again. And now? And now she was bck to her store! Rewiring a droid and bouncing along to whatever came on the radio.

See? Today was awesome. And Fixer-Uppers was open!

Current Mood: chipper

the_merriest

It was weird, how quickly she'd adjusted to being back here. Wake up with Reno, play with the kitty, ferret, and duck (so weird), bounce around town, pop into her store!!!

Today, she was working on rewiring a droid. One that had been hit by lightning. So ... a lot of it was fried, yeah, but that didn't mean it wasn't salvageable. Did it? Time to find out!

(open/ocd-free/etc!)

Current Mood: amused

the_merriest

Today was awesome!! Today was her first regular day working at the store!! She'd been here Sunday, sure, but that was just to have the grand re-opening (even though it wasn't ever closed) and Thursdays, those were going to be her days.

So Rikku bounced into the store, still admiring the sign -- because the sign was awesome, that was why!!! -- and stopped short, because there were ... horse-things? In her store?

"NEIGH! You wear such bright colors!"

Oh! They were nice horse-things? "... Thank you?" she said.

"NEIGH! You're a supportive friend."

Awww! These were the best horse-things ever! That's why she was hugging one of them.

Fixer-Uppers was open. And could possibly give you sugar shock.

Current Mood: bouncy

the_merriest

Oh, this was a very excited ball of badly-dressed Al Bhed blonde girl who was opening up Stark Industries. Except it wasn't Stark Industries any more! And the new ~~seriously ugly~~ sign outside would let everyone know that!!!

( cut to save eyes/flist/sanity )

(Text: Fixer-Uppers
Repairs! Upgrades!
Research and Development!
vegan ibbanc)

There was also a banner which read "GRAND RE-OPENING" (although the store wasn't exactly closed) as well as one that noted, "WEEKEND SHIFTS AVAILABLE."

(OCD-free! Info post for the store here! I warned you that the sign would be ugly! And "vegan ibbanc" is Al Bhed for "fixer uppers," natch, and that font at the bottom is actually the Al Bhed alphabet, if you are wondering how to get "vegan ibbanc" out of that clump otherwise.)

Current Mood: productive

momslilassassin

Ben was hardly a stranger to how Stark's was set up, but it was the first time he'd been in the shop unsupervised, which was why he might look like most kids would in a candy store.

...no one ever accused him of being all that normal.

He was behind the counter bright and early that morning, fiddling around with a mouse droid and eager to ~~earn his paycheck so he could get rid of that damn arm tattoo~~ help the community with their technology woes.

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Cradlesong - Rob Thomas

the_merriest

Stark Industries was closed Thursday. This did not seem to deter the badly-dressed blonde girl from entering, though she locked the door behind herself. Still closed.

Once inside, she was going to be making some important phone calls (on her super-cute neon orange cell, natch) and sorting through paperwork and doing other Important Busy Things.

Stark Industries was totally closed. Today, anyway.

(establishy. can be open if anybody wants to pound on the door all "erm, are you robbing the place?")

(... no, she isn't. She's a way better thief than that, kthx.)

Current Mood: geeky

eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon had figured out what was up, thanks to radio. He found the whole thing very amusing. Hilarious, even.

But why didn't Katherine show up? Didn't she--no, no emo, that wouldn't do. The situation was funny. Not depressing at all. Really.

Oh screw it, he was just gonna get drunk.

[I'm a wee bit distracted, but around. Mod Tino for speediness]

fh_beasties

A white mist began to fill the woods, rolling out from where a medium-sized stone lay on the ground. The mist was suffused with a pale white light, slowly growing brighter.

The gate was open.

They came, walking out from the trees, insubstantial at first but growing solid and more real with each passing second.

They were here. The stone had kept its promise.

[They're here! There ~~going to be~~ is some OCD which no one is in any way required to use unless they want to. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are.]

heromaniac

Momoko had looked for her in the crowd that was at the dance, but she'd only been able to glimpse her big sib once or twice, and never managed to actually catch Rikku for a chat. So, a ~~handwavy~~ phone message to Rikku had a bouncy Momoko eagerly awaiting her favourite former Fandomite at their usual meeting place.

Hopefully Rikku would get the message before leaving for home again.

The empty cups at Momoko's elbow may have given away the fact that she'd gotten there a bit early. What? She missed Rikku!

[expecting one, but the Chilly Boulder is, of course, open]

Current Mood: excited

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]

Current Mood: good

solo_sword

Jaina had requested off today, due to the fact that she'd be graduating when she should be starting work. And though she hadn't known it at the time, she would also be busy being a child, being a kitten, fighting a monster, and singing. Work was not a priority today.

So it was Tino who opened up Caritas. Clothed. And wearing a graduation cap, just because.

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]

the_merriest

It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.

So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.

"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.

(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)

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 ]]

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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.

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Current Mood: accomplished

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Well. This was it. After a day of packing and a year and a half of a bloody island having its way with the contents of Reno's head, it was time to leave. Home. There was a chopper waiting on the other side of the walk across the Causeway, and Reno found himself dreading it.

Sure, it had taken some doing to cram the last of his stuff in there. They'd had to take apart the ferret cage, and there was no way all of the clothing Reno had picked up while he was here was going to fit. So he'd just tossed it out in front of some second-hand joint on the mainland in a garbage bag, and now he was wearing a cowboy hat and standing around with a ferret perched on one shoulder, a backpack filled with pink notebooks on his back, a cardboard box with two cactus plants in it under one arm, and a shiny yellow blanket stashed under the other.

It was totally a security blanket.

"So, Mako. If a fool is the kinda person who sacrifices himself for his job, what does that make me?"

The ferret simply blinked at Reno, once, honked, and then started chewing on the Turk's ear.

"That's what I thought, too."

[And that's that. Reno is on his merry way- Open for anyone who cares to wish him good luck, or for anyone else planning on leaving the island this evening.]

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