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[personal profile] weirderthanthou
Fandom's reunions tended not to start off too splashy. There was time to get outrageously drunk, sleep with someone, and then start shenanigans in the morning - you didn't need shenanigans at your opening reunion night party, right?

No, the community center had been tastefully decorated to Fandom party standards: with so much colored glitter that it felt like every time someone moved, they kicked up a small glitter storm. There were artfully crafted yet gaudy squirrel statues everywhere. Fosse lurked in a corner.

And the beverages were many, including a punch thoughtfully pre-spiked.

Welcome to the reunion bash, everyone!

[[ wait for some ocd up! open to all, including alumni ]]
[identity profile] makemyownway.livejournal.com
Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]
[identity profile] zin-the-matrix.livejournal.com
Simulation 45y was failing.

Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.

There was a lot of yelling.

And pods kept opening.

That was inconvenient.

[[ wait for the ocd up! npcs here! ]]
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith
Tonight, Tino was very wisely staying as far away from (a still sneezing) Cara it as was possible to be while still remaining behind the bar because someone was Not Happy.

Even with cold baths and sequestering yourself away from people, it turned out that emotional relief only went so far when what you needed, what you had a desperate, bone-deep craving for, was a physical one.

Not to mention ending up in the duck-pond multiple times within the first hour of her shift because some incredibly stupid people could not take a hint was only adding to her good mood.

[Open, no OCD.]
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[personal profile] fh_thumbprick
Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.
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On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Look, Surreal had taken last Monday off because she'd needed a day to laugh herself sick recover from being a Bad Influence and bank robber.

That meant today she was going to put in an extra-long shift. Or rather, it was a good thing she'd already planned on extra hours today, because she couldn't get into the Magic Box. Both the front and back doors were blocked with deliveries. Piles and piles of boxes, and when Surreal opened them, well...

She was going to blame the move back to the dorms. Clearly, Ingvar already missed them. Not that it was going to stop her from hanging half of the stuff up, or putting it on sale: sometimes it was fun to mess with people's preconceptions of Craft.

The Magic Box was open, and the former Bonnie of Bonnie-and-Bonnie was behind the counter.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD. This is what happens when [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy makes me prompt her.]
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith
It was a pleasant evening, as these things went. The darkness was murky as opposed to Stygian, the constant rain was closer to a light summer drizzle than to bone-numbing sleet. Even the ever present saxophone music was almost soothing compared to its usual forlorn and foreboding range.

Tucked between Satriale's Pork and the Chilly Boulder, across from the Movie Sign Theater 3000, running the latest talkies every evening with weekend matinees, was the First National Bank of Fandom Town. A busy temple to capitalism during the week, today it stood a silent monolith. Silent until a muffled roar deep within the building, like someone had just used powerful explosives on the tons of concrete and steel that made up the vault door, shook it to its very foundations.

Some minutes thereafter, as the bank's alarms began a belated ringing, a pair of black clad figures, hat brims pulled down low over kerchief covered faces, emerged from the bank's front doors. Toting Tommy Guns and hauling heavy duffels, they dove into a waiting rickshaw, urging the driver to get the lead out before they'd need a doctor to.

[ooc: Cara and Surreal have just robbed the bank and are rickshawing into the night at high speed. Feel free to react as they're taking an escape route that covers most the island to throw off the fuzz.]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Aw, they were like itty tiny baby Jewels!

Yes, Surreal had fallen prey to the Sparklies that had arrived at the store, just like everyone else. She didn't have the slightest idea *how* they could be used for magic, so she was amusing herself by using her Green to try and poke at them, to see if any of them actually resonated for the Blood, while she read up on crystals and magic.

So far, she was rather confused on how it would work, but she was making a list of the poisonous rocks and minerals, to see what she could whip up... and planning some experiments. Time to see if a 'ruby' really did pale in the presence of poison.

Tersa would be so proud.

The Magic Box was open, and experimenting with Science on Magic.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
First thing Surreal did when she got in today was toss a few balls of witchlight near the floor and grab the broom, so she could sweep up any teeny shards of glass that might be waiting for an unwary foot, or bits and boobs of spell components that people really should not be inhaling.

Once that was settled to her satisfaction, she set about making herself a pretty pretty poison locket. Because it was pretty. And she didn't need to be a Widow to know her poisons.

The Magic Box was open and ocd-free, and if you asked nicely, Surreal might make a locket for you, too.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal arrived to work at The Magic Box just after lunch, as usual.

The UNusual part was where she actually flipped the sign to OPEN, instead of just going into the back to start brewing potions and other stock to sell, or working on inventory. What? Sometimes she could totally be social and stuff!

The Magic Box was open and ocd free.
[identity profile] pandora-baddies.livejournal.com
It felt like a finale day, didn't it, Fandom? It wasn't. Word had been passed around that this would be the day Fandom would rise up and charge at Hyperion's dig site in the afternoon, and make an attempt to break through the perimeter to discover just what was happening inside, and whether the Vault key was there, and whether they could get it away from Hyperion if it was.

It was a noble goal!

One that their guests on the island had no prior knowledge about, of course. The dig site continued to be operational and heavily guarded, although the noise level was even lower than yesterday. Maybe that was good, or maybe that was bad. Elsewhere on the island, some posters celebrating Handsome Jack (so that's what he looked like! … maybe) and Hyperion had appeared on walls.

Meanwhile, there continued to be weird and wonderful creatures out in the preserve, and in the east, some of the psychos were starting to roam outside of their previously established comfort zone. Even maniacs got bored, see. They needed a change.

Happy weekend, Fandom. And happy desperate attack day.
[identity profile] pandora-baddies.livejournal.com
Had anyone expected the godawful cacophonous noise from yesterday to be over and done with by today? They shouldn't have. And, if anyone had expected such an optimistic thing, their hopes were dashed today because yep, that noise just continued, with all its digging and beeping and various other sounds of heavy machinery.

Outside the dig site, combat engineers were patrolling the perimeter. Even though looked to be almost leisurely about it, and there weren't very many of them, trying to pass by them was inadvisable, unless you were one of the regular, be-exoskeletoned Hyperion workers passing through into the area. No, if you weren't wearing Hyperion yellow, it was best not to try going that way. It was for your own safety!

And you didn't want to get shot for your own safety, did you?

Thought not.

Even with all those machines in town. Yes, they were still there, and fully functional.

[ooc: This post is open for interactions with Hyperion employees! Only outside the dig site's perimeter, though. We really don't recommend trying to get inside.]
[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
It was mostly sunny and still warm, at least for an October day. Basically, perfect weather for a big old group meal in the park. Plenty of food and drink was set up, as was plenty of seating for everyone who might possibly show up.

Parents and family, this was your last big event here this weekend. Go ahead and make it count, because your kids will be trying to hide from you for the next year.

[OOC: Up super early because I haven't been able to sleep yet, which means I will eventually end up crashing until very late in the morning. And I'd rather post this early than late.]
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[personal profile] genesishero
The sun was out, as the sun always tended to be for these things, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Sure, there was a bit of pollen drifting about on the light breeze coming in from over the water, but it was really that time of year, wasn't it? Easy enough to explain something as simple as pollen to any people visiting today. Possibly less easy to explain that feeling that came along with it, of course.

Still, there was food and there were tables, and blue and gold decorations strung up through the park with glitter in abundance.

... Or was that more pollen?

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2013



[Open! Have at thee! Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC | Post Two]
[identity profile] makemyownway.livejournal.com
The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.
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[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
It would appear, to anyone who came to the community center tonight, that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
It was a cranky, clumsy witch who opened up the Magic Box today. Which, while some people might argue that was Surreal's default-setting, she generally wasn't clumsy. Or this cranky.

Eventually she gave up on restocking and settled down with a stack of supply catalogs to go through. If she was going to be dropping things all day, it might as well be something that wasn't going to break.

The Magic Box is open, for all your supernatural needs.

[OOC: I defy thee, OCD!]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
The store was open, but the manager was suspiciously absent from the counter, where a piece of paper sat with Yell for service scrawled on it in Surreal's messy hand.

Surreal herself was down in the basement. Taking out the upset anger frustration of losing her mother Titian a second time on the punching bag she'd hung from the ceiling.

The Magic Box was open, but you'll need to holler for service.

[OCD freeeeeeeeeee!]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
The park was seeing more traffic than usual this time of year, but generally the people visiting weren't going after each other with weapons.

Metal rasped against metal as the knives clashed, and Surreal lashed out with a kick to her opponent's midsection to try and drive her back for a second attack.

"Good. Again."

It was, Surreal reflected, almost like the last few years hadn't happened at all. She was twelve again and doing her blades training with Titian after the lessons with her tutors. Just...taller.

And with grass and trees around, which she'd never had in Hayll, but they seemed to make Titian happy.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] ultron_junior
It was freezing out. Victor taunted himself by checking LA forecasts on his phone and wished he hadn't; the 50-degree temperature gap was enough to make him want to cry. It was the rare day when he wished he was there and not here.

But he couldn't change the weather, so he turned the shop space heater up to high and settled in to sort electrical components. He was glad Surreal was coming by as part of their ethics assignment -- company would make the day, and the extremely boring task, go faster.

[OOC: Open repair shop.]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
There were delivery-boxes stacked in front of the door when Surreal arrived at the Magic Box today, so it was a wave of her hand to pick them up and float them along behind her since her arms were already full with the lunches she'd made for herself and her temporary assistant for the day.

And no, there was nothing poisonous in the food.

"Welcome to the Magic Box," she said as she unlocked the door. "Purveyor of fine magical items, and New Age stuff for the tourists that don't know any better."

[Open & OCD freeee]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal rather liked her schedule this semester, in that all her classes were on one day. It gave her even more free time than usual to do things that...generally well-adjusted witches (or teenagers) didn't do.

Like practice brewing poisons at work.

The ball of witchfire was burning steadily as Surreal worked, innocent-looking flowers spread all over the counter as she started adding things to the small crucible. Someone clearly knew where the witchblood bloomed.

The Magic Box was open, but please don't sample the manager's cooking.

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, January 7th, 2013 09:43 am
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal had skipped the picnic because, well, she was Surreal, and being nice to people she didn't know or care about was not high on her list of priorities. Ever.

But the store was tidy and open, and she'd help anyone who wandered in to look around. Although you'd have to show at least a basic working knowledge of magic to be allowed to purchase anything of any level of usefulness, least you accidentally blow up the dorms.

[Open & OCD-freeeeeeee]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Yes, there was a ball tonight, but that didn't mean Surreal wasn't going to open the shop. If anything, maybe the party would lure former residents to the island, and someone might actually buy something.

Not that she was counting on it, mind you, which was why she was spending her time polishing her nice boots.

The Magic Box was open for all your estoric needs.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
It was one thing to do poetry readings at the Perk, where the coffee flowed freely and they could make the squares uncomfortable, but it was still part of the mainstream.

No, the cats who REALLY wanted to rebel had their own digs, one of the many abandoned warehouses down on the wrong side of the street tracks, which they had furnished with discarded couches and rugs, creating a riot of color and noise whenever they came crashing in.

And today, they were crashing about, man. Cigarettes - and other smokeables - were being passed around, someone had put together a makeshift stage with a sheet and a stool, and the alcohol was flowing.

The beatniks were in the house, friend. And so long as you were hip, you were welcome.

[OOC: Open post, for those looking for something hip to do pre-dance]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal had a book of seasonal spells out on the counter - an actual repository, not one of the cutesy ones that publishers put out for the 'New Age' types this time of year - and was using it to create new displays. Dried, ground, and fresh ivy and holly and other seasonal ingredients populated some of the shelves up front, while new candles and chalices went in the front window.

The Magic Box was open, but please don't taste-test the ingredients or Surreal will laugh before she calls the Clinic.



[The OCD is banished & post is open.]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
It had been awhile since Surreal had come in. Or at least, come in and bothered to unlock the door. Sometimes she'd handwavily been hidden away in the back, working on potions that were hazardous to anyone who might wander in accidentally.

But today the door was unlocked - and even propped open - as Surreal aired out the shop. The curtains were washed and hung over the counter to dry, the welcome mats were outside, hanging over a rail, and Surreal was using her Craft to cheat and gather any dust from the top shelves into a sphere, so it wouldn't fall on her head as she cleaned.

The Magic Box was open, and the manager was in.

[OCD I defy thee]
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[personal profile] hasadestiny
Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.



[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | PSST: Go vote! | Post 2 ]
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal... really didn't want to be at work today. For Reasons.

And if she kept glancing towards the door as if expecting it to open, well. Reasons.

Sometimes being responsible sucked.

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, August 13th, 2012 02:34 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Quite honestly, there normally wasn't much to do at the Magic Box. It wasn't like Surreal got many customers, and the others tended to keep a sharp eye on inventory and making displays.

And since she was bored...Surreal had grabbed the small tv from the back room and had it set up on the counter. At the very least, she should be able to find something to mock.

Imagine her glee to find an entire television station playing little movies about fish eating people! This was possibly better than trying to navigate the youtubes! She didn't need 'keywords' or things!

Now to find where Tara stashed the snacks this week...

[OOC free & totes open.]

Caritas, Saturday

Saturday, August 11th, 2012 01:19 pm
[identity profile] hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com
There was something... disturbing about today.

April couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way she kept finding little streaks of sparkly glitter everywhere. Maybe it was the distinct smell of vanilla and pie all over the place. Or maybe it was the fact that no matter what she did to get them to stop, the zombie band couldn't stop playing an endless medley of preteen music ranging from Justin Bieber to Panic At The Disco to the soundtrack from Mortgage.

Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

So she was behind the bar with her hood drawn up and her feet on Tino's usual stool, side-eyeing the door like it was about to admit something terrifying.

Which, you know. It might.

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, July 30th, 2012 10:42 am
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Considering that hiding out from a power-hungry older witch and her minions was the entire reason Surreal was in Fandom in the first place, she was actually taking the event of last week rather well.

...if you definition of 'rather well' was getting into the voodoo dolls and stabbing them repeatedly or trying to light them on fire.

The Magic Box is open if ocd free, but 'ware the witch!
[identity profile] truekindofsith.livejournal.com
Despite (or rather because) the plans for tomorrow, Cara was doing her usual patrols of the town.

The last thing any of them needed was to have their forces diminished by stragglers getting picked up by overzealous Loyalists, and if any of those stragglers actually happened to be Loyalists... well, people missed check in all the time.

[Open! Thread with Kenzi for Resistance broadcast only, please.]

Caritas- Friday

Friday, July 27th, 2012 12:37 pm
[identity profile] dontphasemebro.livejournal.com
With everything going down tomorrow, Kitty wasn't spending much time at all up front today. She was much more concerned with anything that might be going on in the back, and really, after hearing radio she felt better being around them than keeping up a front for any minions that showed up tonight. She wasn't sure she could play nice today.

So the place was open, and there was at least one person here crossing her fingers that tomorrow went smoothly.


[Fairly easy day at work, pinging should be pretty consistent from me.]
[identity profile] hunting-harpy.livejournal.com
Let it never be said that the Surreal dealt with boredom well.

She'd just shifted to this particular hideout, and there were a few other resistance members milling about as stuff got moved around and people settled in.

"Booooooored," she sang, glaring balefully at the sliver of sunlight that made its way in through a crack in the floor. Her fingers compulsively over her knives checking the sharpness. It would be hours before it would be dark enough for her to go out - IF she could go out, after Cara not pulling her punches last night.

"I don't know how much longer I can--"

...why did her throat feel fuzzy?

"I mean--"

She hadn't even eaten today! Why did it feel like something was trying to crawl out her throat?

"We're...?"

We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it anymore!

Oh, Darkness. It was one of THOSE things. Someone shoot her now, before she starts dancing.

[OOC: OPEN RESISTANCE SING ALONG! JOIN IN WITH SOME TWISTED SISTER, and any other riot songs!]
[identity profile] truekindofsith.livejournal.com
The weirdness with today's radio notes had left Cara twitchier than usual. Doubly so given the squirrels had denied responsibility even with the offered bribes of rum. Which left some idiot newbie trying to pull a something as the most likely culprit.

And someone stupid enough to try that was stupid enough to try and be out after curfew to prove a point, was stupid enough to get caught, and was likely to spill under pressure. So Cara was out patrolling for stragglers, in the hopes she was the one who ran across any such geniuses first. If the fear of Umbridge wasn't enough to make them keep their wits about them and not risk everyone's necks for meaningless pranks, maybe fear of her would.

[Open!]

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, July 2nd, 2012 11:24 am
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal had handwavily gone back to her Realm over break, where she'd managed to find Tersa, drag her to one of the safe-houses, and get her cleaned-up and settle back into their usual routine. Sadi hadn't found them, or if he had, he didn't stop in, but it didn't really matter. They fell into old routines easily enough, although there was still a Titian-shaped hole at times, which Surreal did her best to ignore and Tersa did her best to fill with nutcakes.

Which is why Surreal was at work today with a number of aforementioned nutcakes wrapped in a cloth. Because Tersa liked feeding growing witchlings, and she'd ordered Surreal to 'share with your friends.'

So, either Kate or Cara better show up today, or Surreal was going to spend her entire shift eating allllllllll the nutcakes.


[Open & OCD free]

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, June 18th, 2012 01:15 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal was cranky.

No, she wasn't going to tell you why she was a snarly-witch today. No, she didn't have issues regarding her sire, thank you. And if she did, they weren't your business.

Which was why the surly witchling was behind the counter, practicing some knot-magic very intently. She didn't have the gift for it a hearth-witch did, but that wasn't going to stop her from turning her bit of cord into a mass of knots out of spite.

Magic Box, Monday.

Monday, June 11th, 2012 12:03 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Monday? Check. Surreal? Check.

...sounds coming from the back room that sounded suspiciously like cursing and the occasional combustion of materials as Surreal worked on mixing basic potions.

The Magic Box was open, but you'd need to follow the 'boom' to find the witch.

Magic Box, Monday

Monday, June 4th, 2012 12:04 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal's bruises still had bruises from her still in SP sparring with Cara, but you wouldn't know it from the way she was hauling around boxes and unloading new inventory, going up and down the ladder to put things in their proper places.

The Magic Box is open, but you'll need to look up to find the resident witch of the day.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal wasn't in the best of moods after class today, but she went in and opened up the Magic Box anyway.

If she was working on a few potions known to make males have 'issues,' well, she was just practicing what Tersa had taught her.

[OOC: Open, sans OCD!]

Magic Box, Monday.

Monday, May 14th, 2012 10:32 am
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal actually had two classes this semester she really really liked, and one that was just fine. For once, she was happy with all Sadi's choices.

She was going to spend this shift drawing out a detailed diagram for Professor Lannister's class - and for her own review - showing how different Courts, Territories, and towns worked with the Blood system, and then what she knew of the Landen systems on another parchment.

If someone came in, well, the witch was around. But she was finally putting all those art classes to good use.

[OOC: Open shop & OCD-freeeee!]

Magic Box, Monday.

Monday, May 7th, 2012 12:50 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal had seen other stores around town with signs, so she figured she'd do it too.

In the window by the front door was now a poster, in her neatest printing:
New?
10% Off Your Purchase If You Prove You Know What You're Doing
.

We retain the right to refuse service to idiots and utter novices.


The Magic Box was open, and Surreal made sure to keep the deadlier stuff out of easy reach.
[identity profile] 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!]
[identity profile] nocapesomg.livejournal.com
"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next victim victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]
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[personal profile] 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.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
There was only so much inventory a witch could do before she started getting twitchy, and Surreal wasn't exactly a center of tranquility at the best of times. Or ever.

So she'd called in a battered little journal and set to work. It was one thing to sell the ingredients for potions...why not have a few of the finished products available? Tersa and Titian had taught Surreal many of the basics of a Widow's craft - at least, the ones she could master as a non-Widow - and she was a fair hand at potions. A better hand at poisons, to be sure, but... practice makes perfect, right?

Bubble bubble toil and trouble... the Magic Box is open, but don't drink that one. Or that one. Surreal might just laugh if you do.
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal was putting her particular talents to work today, having solidified the air under her so she could sit up at the level of the higher shelves, and work on the inventory for Tara. It was safer than using ladders, that was for sure, and far less awkward to move things about.

[Open store, OCD free!]

Magic Box, Monday.

Monday, March 12th, 2012 03:14 pm
[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com
Surreal had gone over to open the Magic Box after class, and had happily settled back behind the counter with yet another book of magic-not-Craft. Psychic scents had gone utterly haywire this weekend, which had sent her into one of her more reclusive moods. Any Craft that made people change shapes-and-selves was out of her league as a Green and a non-Widow, and she wasn't stupid enough to hang around the dorms and find out what was causing it. It could have been Dorothea, and Surreal wasn't ready to take her on. Yet.

That would come after Kartane stopped breathing.

But things seemed normal enough now - for Fandom - that she was willing to open the shop. And possibly try mixing some of these potions listed in the book.

The Magic Box was open and OCD free!

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