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Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

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...]

dollpocalypse

Yes, so part of being back meant getting a doughnut and sitting at his favorite bakery for a while.

Topher grinned at the girl at the counter. "Remember me?"

"I've only been here a month," the girl snapped.

Topher squinted at her. Was it just his nostalgia or did she look like every other cashier he'd ever seen on this island? "No," he said. "I think you were here longer than that."

She groaned. "What'll it be?"

[[open!]]

imafuturist

So, there were two other Tony Starks in town for the weekend. The only person in the shop who wasn't surprised by that was JARVIS, it would seem. Seeing as how he was one program tweaked by all three of them over the years.

"Okay, how about we get some ground rules about touch each other's things?" Tony suggested.

The Tony his age responded with an eyeroll and a, "You know, I owned this place first."

The baby Tony with, "He's worried his suit won't live up to expectations."

And what followed was an aggressive engineering session.

[OCD free and open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Now that everyone had survived graduation, it was time to celebrate with brunch foods!

Shhh, tasty traditions were important.

There were tables and chairs set up in the park, along with a buffet of moddable brunch foods. Hopefully, anyone nursing a hangover or multiple hickeys could hide that business in front of their loved ones!

dollpocalypse

Taylor had not remembered to dress for the weather today, so she was shivering by the time she made it into the shop.

"JARVIS, make it eighty in here," she announced before lugging the most broken, overheat-y laptop she currently had to fix right into her lap. An overheating battery sounded pretty good right now.

dollpocalypse

Some guy came by this morning, thumped a tube of hand lotion on the counter, and demanded to know if the lotion really contained "electrolytes, whatever that is."

Frankly, conductivity-testing hand cream was a bigger time-waster than dicking around on the internet, if you asked Topher, but it gave him something to do. He also smeared some of the lotion on his own hands, because who cared, right?

dollpocalypse

Topher was annoyed but not traumatized. He was annoyed because he had intended to take a picture of himself in the repair shop today to email to his college to put on his student ID card. But he just didn't have it in him to be traumatized anymore, given that this was the third time this had happened to him and nothing was ever going to top the first time.

Actually, in contrast to previous years, there were aspects of this transformation that he could even find appealing in some ways. Girl Topher was kind of decent-looking, to be honest. Topher felt, and said out loud, that he was confident enough to accept that.

"I don't think anyone suspected that a lack of confidence was the issue, Mr. Brink," Jarvis told him.

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.]

dollpocalypse

Today Topher was working on fixing an ice cream machine that some little kid had brought in to be repaired. Well, he started to work on it, but before long it became apparent that the machine wasn't broken at all. There just wasn't anything in it. Hence, no ice cream.

After marking the machine with a post-it explaining the problem and setting it aside to be returned to the kid when he picked it up, Topher took his lunch break early and he bought some ice cream.

bigdamnprincipal

Despite all the years she'd lived in Fandom, Zoe was still a little vague on some of the details of Thanksgiving. However, she did have enough information that she was fairly certain the holiday wasn't celebrated with glitter, and yet, once the community center was decorated for the potluck, there were glitter-covered paper cutouts of turkeys all over the place.

Really, she just wasn't going to question it anymore, and hopefully anyone who was still around for the holiday would be too busy enjoying the food enough to notice.

[For anyone who's still in Fandom for Thanksgiving! Up early so I don't forget when I wake up!]

dollpocalypse

Topher didn't have a whole lot to do today in the way of work - at least nothing that he actually felt like doing - so instead of sitting around all bored-like, he opted instead to spend his time trying to create a sonic wrench.

Would it be more productive to practice for his college interview? Definitely. But it was sonic wrench time.

lockestheway

To someone, somewhere, it was probably good to know that Peter, for all his busy schedule controlled his life, could still find time to help out a friend. Acquaintance. Person he knew. Former personal gofer? Yeah. That last one.

Topher had badgered him for his help. Peter had refused... once or twice, until he'd realized that there might be some use in keeping the guy happy. He was a pretty decent hacker. ... who was really good at getting into Peter's systems and bugging him with pop-ups.

Ugh.

I refuse to do this without coffee, Peter had said in the end. So now here he was. Nursing a cup of coffee. Looking faintly annoyed. Waiting for Topher. Ugh.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

ultron_junior

There wasn't a whole lot to do in the shop today, so Victor spent most of his time organizing the assorted bits of wire, metal scraps, and misplaced tools that tended to gather in any space that wasn't in use. It was busywork, really, but it gave him time to think.

It was November of his senior year; if he was going to apply to college, he needed to start moving toward the application process now. And the thing was, he really wanted to go. He flat-out liked school, the harder the better. And his mom had always talked about "when you're in college" as if it were a foregone conclusion. In a way he felt as though not going would disappoint her, wherever she was.

But some practical stuff held him back: Money, mostly, and also a nagging feeling it wasn't fair for him to go when Nico and Karolina wouldn't be able to. He also wasn't sure how heroing would fit around a full-time course load -- but then, did he even really want to be a hero? The more he saw, the less certain he got of that.

He sighed and started to coil all the wire neatly. At least he could make that make sense.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

dollpocalypse

Some woman in a weird military uniform came and dropped off some language translator unit to be fixed early this morning, and Topher spent the next couple of hours fixing it. Then afterwards, he set it to translate some other, fun languages too, like some of the fake alien ones from Galaxy Quest and Inspector Spacetime. It was doubtful that the customer was ever going to need them translated, but yeah, he was doing it anyway.

dollpocalypse

Topher was spending today watching Britcoms, because that was what you did when you had no real work and no homework that you could do at work as a substitute for actual work. He was laughing obnoxiously loudly, and there was a good chance that he was annoying the AI who ran the shop.

Actually it was pretty much guaranteed. Oh well.

dollpocalypse

There was nothing to fix at work today - in fact, everything seemed to be in annoyingly perfect working order - so Topher had his laptop out and he was reluctantly glancing over something called the Common Application online. Apparently the Stanford early application deadline was November first, so he thought it might be time to get started creating an account and whatever else he needed to do.

Ugh, it was one of those things where the password had to fit like ninety different criteria. This might take some time.

dollpocalypse

The boat kid from last week came up to pick up his boats today, which Topher was happy enough to hand over. "They have lasers and little tiny explosions now," he explained, pointing to the relevant buttons. "Good luck, bro."

The kid paid him quite a bit extra.

myownface

"Really?"

It had been shaping up to be just another one of those days at the Demon Marcus while Sparkle unpacked and put out new shipments around the store. And then he had gotten to the box of new hats.

"I mean, come on. There are zombies on the island. We don't want to advertise this, do we?"

The box of brain hats.

"Really?"

And yet, Sparkle didn't have the heart to leave them in the back next to the old burn barrel. He slapped a buy-one-get-one sign up next to the display, and then shrugged and got back to putting out new merchandise.

Heh. Brain hats.

[Open, Lazy Sunday means no OCD!]

dollpocalypse

Some kid wandered into the store around noon with a large crate of an entire fleet of remote-control toy boats to be repaired.

"They're all broken?" Topher demanded, startled.

The kid nodded.

"Dude." Topher gave him a look. "Come on."

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica had a hoodie on and was working on a computer, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Despite, you know, being at work on her normal day and wearing a hoodie and all. Her goal of being inconspicuous became even tougher when she started complaining.

You see, every spare cable in the place only had male connections. Of course.

dollpocalypse

Man. It was good to be back.

Well, it was mixed to be back: Topher missed his Aperture lab coat, for one thing. And he wasn't so thrilled by the shower of peach slices that fell on his head as soon as he walked in the door, almost as if the building - and JARVIS, specifically - had been waiting for his return.

That was a quick return to the so-so reality of working here. "Real nice, J," Topher said loudly, glaring upwards.

No response. Topher suspected he wasn't strictly allowed to call JARVIS "J." He sighed, and shook the peaches out of his hair.

dollpocalypse

So, Topher was bored at work again, which meant that he - with a lab coat over his arm - was back in town again, at least for long enough to stock up on pastries for his office and feel smug when his co-workers texted him asking where on the shared server they could find his files.

"Okay, so I want a large doughnut box," he said, leaning obnoxiously over the counter as all his hair flopped in his face. "Let's go with one chocolate cruller, two Boston cremes, a jelly... no, make that two jellies... wait, hang on, put the cruller back..."

This might take a while.

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.

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]

endsthegame

The weather was being kind - perhaps unnaturally so. There was a large gap in the clouds right above Fandom island, sending sunlight streaming down even as the sun made its way towards the horizon.

Perfect time for a beach party. More or less. The organizers were just happy the date they'd picked and put on all the invites looked like it was turning out sunny, okay?

There were coolers with lemonade and... other things, there were beach balls and there was sand: perfect excuse for a party, right?

dollpocalypse

Now that it was officially Topher's last work shift for the summer, it was probably a bit fitting that he showed up late, with snacks, and spilled ice cream all over the floor no more than five minutes upon arrival.

The thing was, though, the ice cream landed nowhere near his chair, and so it didn't actively bother him while he sat behind the desk and compulsively refreshed his email. So yeah, there was no way it was getting cleaned up.

Stark Industries was open! And, uh, messy.

dollpocalypse

It was one of Topher's last Stark Industries shifts of the school year, and Topher could have decided to spend the day working, or at least doing some battlebot prep for next week, but when did he ever do that? Instead he was on his computer, looking over the resume that his mom had written for him to send out to potential employers.

Yeah, really. Like Topher was going to write his own resume. That would take, like, three-plus hours of font-choosing. No, thank you.

It was missing a few things he thought were important, like 'can make explosives' in the 'special skills' field, but other than that, he thought it was good to go. He made a note of this on the draft, sent it back to his mom, and then started browsing Google for summer job listings.

He would have better luck checking Craigslist or something, but Topher only had so much energy for this.

Stark Industries was open!

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

dollpocalypse

Okay, no, today was not Topher's Stark Industries day.

However, he was missing his ~~meta~~ Mass Effect hoodie, and he kind of thought he might have left it in the shop. Problem was, searching for the hoodie meant going into the lab proper, because he'd been running all those tests on himself last week, and, well, you try putting a Topher in a lab and not having him get distracted by all the shiny, shiny technology in the place. It was a hard thing to do.

To make a long story short, the end result involved the sprinklers coming on by accident. And since Topher was already dressed for prom -- what? you could put a hoodie over a suit, right? -- that meant that it was a formalwear-clad Topher who got soaked by the sprinklers, adding insult to injury. He tossed his jacket over a chair before doing his best to repair the situation quickly, but after fifteen minutes and his dress shirt getting all but plastered to his skin, he decided that maybe science wasn't the fastest route to profit on this one, and made a phone call.

Yeaaaah, Topher wasn't making it to prom tonight.

dollpocalypse

Topher was no longer a gopher. This was good.

This also meant he had to go to work. That was less good.

He decided to be lazy and productive at the same time, and seated himself behind the desk to run a few minor scans on himself to see if anything was out of the ordinary following his adventures in being a gopher. As one did.

dollpocalypse

JARVIS was making Topher sweep today, and it was the worst.

"I don't even know how to use this," Topher whined in the direction of the ceiling as he fumbled with a broom. It was true that he had never swept before, but he was perhaps exaggerating slightly. "It's stick-end down, right?"

"I have faith in your common sense, Mr. Brink," JARVIS assured him.

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't," Topher groused.

Stark Industries was open!

dollpocalypse

Having spent the past week ravenously catching up on all the technology time he'd missed out on over the break, today at Stark Industries Topher was... still catching up on technology time. But given the fact that he was being paid to do it while within these walls, today it was more reasonable than usual. Someone had commissioned a kind of magnetic hat that could reduce hair static, so magnetic hat-making it was. Even if Topher was kind of smirking at whoever's weird, dumb idea that was. Seriously.

dollpocalypse

Topher had been informed that JARVIS had some passive-aggressive feelings about the smattering of repulsion gel that remained in the corners of the shop, so today he went all-out to resolve that: he covered some electronics with plastic tarps, picked up a small, narrow hose from the back room, and sprayed it toward each affected corner until JARVIS gave him the signal that the area had been cleaned to his satisfaction.

"Are you happy now?" Topher sighed when most of the cleaning appeared to be done.

There was a pause. Then - "No," came JARVIS' reply. "I'd also like you to clean the underside of the front desk, Mr. Brink. And in the future, please use a wastebasket for your chewing gum."

Sigh.

hasadestiny

If there was one thing a Fandom Dance could be guaranteed to have, it was glitter. Thus the abundance of glitter coating the hall decorations should have come as no surprise to the arriving guests, that a large number of said decorations were pterodactyl-shaped may have.

But the theme was 'Love is in the Air', and if you did not agree that the mighty the pterodactyl was the most romantic of flying creatures, then maybe the winged cow was for you. Or perhaps the helicopter.

In any case, there were open doors, and unspiked punch, and the 2013 Valentine's Day dance was ready to welcome you all.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

After getting a number of voicemails and then finally an email that would not stop popping up in the middle of his work, Tony was at the shop. Because apparently JARVIS wasn't happy to deal with a mess.

"You could have just called some of those professional cleaners," Tony grumbled, poking at something blue and squishy on the wall.

"I had assumed with your other work in the basement, that would be less than helpful," JARVIS shot back.

He was always such a helpful AI. "Yeah, yeah. I'm redoing your programming to be less snarky."

"My motherboard quivers with fear."

dollpocalypse

"So," Topher said, swinging his arms. "I got putty and pudding to experiment with base-wise, but we're also going to need a bounce component and a blue component, obviously."

He turned to his partner in science, then back to the long, long row of ~~moddable~~ materials laid out across the counter. "Oh, and this," he added, reaching into a drawer to pass Ace a pair of goggles and some gloves. "For proper sciencing."

Lab coats had already been taken care of. Topher... maybe wore a lab coat whenever he was at work. It made him feel badass, okay?

"So... what do you want to start with?"

[[open shop! which may soon have some bouncy blue gel splattered on the floor, so if you stop by... be aware.]]

dollpocalypse

Instead of raining normal fruits like usual, today it was raining apple cores and chunks of what appeared to be pumpkin at Stark Industries. This was pretty disgusting, especially as Topher had been working on a project which required laying all the parts across the desk to make sure they were all present before he could begin work. Almost immediately after he laid them out, a particularly large chunk of pumpkin fell from the ceiling and splattered all over basically everything.

"Do we even have a sink in here?" he groused. "Or some wet wipes?"

"It's taken you a year and seven months to ask that question when it rains produce virtually every week, Mr. Brink," JARVIS replied. "The wet wipes can be found in the left desk drawer."

dollpocalypse

A year ago today, Topher and Billy had been tricked into seeing Assignment: Improbable 4 together, then accidentally fell asleep on the couch together watching Space Battles and woke up as girls. A very generous person or Tony Stark might term that a date.

Today, Topher and Billy had seen Hansel and Gretel: Warlock Slayers totally of their own accord and were now going to dinner. That was definitely a date.

"So was that offensive to warlocks or anything?" Topher wanted to know as they left the theater, popcorn-sticky hands shoved into his pockets for warmth. Seriously, this thirty-degree nonsense had to stop. "'Cause you're cooler than any of the ones in that movie, I'm just saying."

[[for the booooy!]]

dollpocalypse

Topher didn't know who had brought in this Easy-Bake Oven to be repaired, but they had made a number of ridiculous requests that were complicating his day. For one thing, they wanted the oven to be painted yellow and orange, with a large gold racing stripe. Next, they wanted the oven to possess the ability to levitate, activated by a finger-snap. Topher assumed this was an issue of the person not wanting to get up all the time, which he could understand. Thirdly, they had requested that "all muffins should be chocolate muffins," which might not even pertain to this oven specifically. And finally, the last request said "Make me a pie."

So Topher was spending his afternoon trying to make a pie in an Easy Bake oven. It was very difficult and he was rapidly beginning to hate everything.

dollpocalypse

With his and Billy's anniversary coming up next Sunday, Topher was spending the day researching things to do for that. He had a few ideas, but consulting the internet for advice seemed like a good way to make sure that his ideas weren't terrible. He posted a deliberately badly-spelled query in Yahoo! Answers to see what people thought about one of the things he was considering, and when people's comments seemed mostly in favor, he felt pretty validated and pleased.

Then the shop rained down confetti on his head.

"So sorry, sir," JARVIS said. "That was intended to be apple slices."

"No need to try again," Topher said hastily, brushing the confetti out of his hair. "Thanks."

ultron_junior

The fruit-and-chocolate theme from the weekend had started up again when Victor got to work this morning. It was a dreary gray day, so finding candy-covered cherries all over the place with more tumbling out of every drawer he opened was actually kind of cheerful at first. Eating shop food struck him as questionably hygenic, but once he reflected he'd swallowed an alien snake egg barely a week before he decided to go for it.

The whole set-up was pretty sweet, no pun intended, until he realized he was going to have to clean up the cherries. That was not a fun part of his job.

He wondered if the shop knew it was still a month until Valentine's Day.

[OOC: Open repair shop, OCD-free.]

dollpocalypse

It hadn't rained fruit at one of Topher's Stark Industries shifts for a while, so he was a little surprised and annoyed when he came into work to discover that today was the day. Then he noticed that the strawberries that it was raining appeared to be chocolate-dipped, to match the Valentine's Day theme, and... yeah, he could live with that.

Catching the falling fruit proved to be trickier than expected, so he mulled the problem over before wondering, "JARVIS, do we have tupperware?"

This was going to be an awesome project.

dollpocalypse

Topher kind of liked he Christmas light-filled rickshaws touring the island right now, but he did know that he wanted to find one and see how the Christmas lights were working when they weren't plugged into anything. Battery-operated Christmas lights seemed like a cool idea, and according to Google they did exist, but seeing as he'd seen the same rickshaw pass by at least seven times throughout the day so far, he would've thought it might have run out of its charge by now. Then after the rickshaw's eighth trip, Topher looked out the window and saw the rickshaw driver changing out a string of lights for another one, and the mystery was solved.

Which meant, of course, that he was now challenging himself to create the longest-lasting battery-powered Christmas lights ever, and better yet, he was using all colors he liked. If they came out cool, he figured he might put them up in his room or something now that Dave wasn't there to complain about the fire hazards created by lights dangling above coffee.

dollpocalypse

Topher was not a huge fan of the ring of tinsel that had appeared around his neck like one of those weird circle scarves girls wore. He kept trying to take it off so that he could work, but new ones kept appearing, each one more pink and glittery than the last.

Finally, he was left with the pinkest and most glittery of them all when JARVIS pointed out that he was only making it worse, and should just deal with it already before they wound up with even more flakes of tinsel all over the floor and electronics.

Heaving a sigh and hoping very much that no one would stop by to witness this, Topher did.

gladigotburned.livejournal.com

This was the absolute last thing GLaDOS wanted to do: be outside, in this form, on a day when it seemed like everyone had gotten Intelligence Dampening Cores attached to them somehow. (She wouldn't rule out suspecting Wheatley of this somehow, either.) This was what she got for not shutting Atlas down while she tested a few attempted upgrades to the Portable Tuber-Powered Processor. An unwanted tour of the bird-infested island.

"Enough already, you glorified,directionally-challenged, idiotic aluminum can! Get me back inside! Let me spell that out for you: BACK. WHERE. WE. WERE. You know, before you stabbed me with that thing?" Not very well, it had to be noted; GLaDOS was dangling pretty precariously from one of the portal gun's prongs.

Until Atlas tripped over a raised cobblestone, shook the potato loose, and -- as GLaDOS rolled toward a cluster of dodos -- ran off back toward the AI chamber. Of course. Of course.

"Get away from me!" Oh, her panic processor still worked in this thing. That was . . . nice, if you could call the effect of a tinny, freaked-out voice coming from the middle of a group of birds nice. And while they weren't trying to eat her yet (probably because they kept kicking her around by accident) she wasn't ruling out the possibility, nor was she particularly happy to find out that she didn't need the footage from her black-box recorder (from the time Chell killed her) playing on a loop to have flashbacks. Yes, it had been a crow last time. No, that didn't matter. Fear wasn't rational, a fact she preferred to know from observation rather than personal experience. "Oh god, it's like you crossbred with the little idiot and spawned a nightmare."

The worst nightmare ever.

[OOC: For a specific rescuer, please, though open (if SP) for non-rescue-y interaction.]

selfhelphero

Billy had a lot of things on his mind as he made his way to the pond in the park. Hanukkah was coming up, with the play for Drama class nearly smack in the middle, and he'd have to go home and see his parents for the first time since he'd kind of gotten their apartment blown up - oh, and his boyfriend and some other folks were black and white and he still hadn't been able to figure out if that was bad, or just weird.

Clearly, spending some quality feeding time with the ducks was the best way to go to clear his thoughts.

[Expecting one, but open!]

dollpocalypse

Christopher woke up this morning in need of some exercise, so he shrugged on his letterman's sweater, grabbed his baseball and his glove, and jogged out to the park, where he proceeded to play catch with himself. He tossed his ball high in the air and then jogged to catch it, and of coursem he caught it every time.

It wasn't enough of a challenge, because Christopher was a great athlete, one of the best ever seen in this corner of Maryland. He was probably going to get a baseball scholarship to his dream school, in fact, which he had his heart set on even though he was only a junior and school wasn't his favorite thing in the world. But for right now, he'd be here, playing catch with himself and occasionally taking water breaks and peering around the park to see if anyone else wanted to join him. Gosh, maybe there'd even be pretty girls. Though the baseball should be kept away from them, of course. For safety.

[[open, ofc! fifties germs, get your fifties germs right here.]]

robinonadderall

Stiles wasn't even surprised to find that he had been only gone for a day despite the fact that he had taken a few extra days in Beacon Hills to recover from, you know, wolfsbane poisoning, being held at gunpoint and getting paralyzed for the second time. He was good, very good, at compartmentalizing things and moving on with life, but it was becoming harder to do when it seemed like everything was building up to something that couldn't possibly be good things for the people he cared about. At least Fandom was a nice reprieve from the never ending flow of emotional trauma that Beacon Hills provided. For now, anyway. With Stiles' luck that will get wrecked soon enough.

He stopped into the Perk after the the portal dumped him off at the causeway, deciding he needed caffeine before he went back to his dorm and catch up on the homework he knew he had been slacking on since this kanima stuff got even more serious. He got a peppermint mocha (pointedly not making eye contact with the barista that groped him during SOW) and picked a clean table that he could sit at. And rest his head on. Ugh, life sucked.

[Totes open]

dollpocalypse

Following his research session with Billy the day before, not to mention teaching Kaidan's class, Topher was deep in thought about things. Things of the GLaDOS/geth persuasion. As always, he found that the best way to deal with having too many thoughts for his brain was to absorb himself in work, so the second he got to the store, he grabbed a bubble-gum-coated karaoke machine that someone had dropped off and got to work repairing it.

"Hey, JARVIS?" he said after a while, both hands bright pink because he probably should have put on gloves at some point before beginning this project.

"I am not speaking to you until you finish what you're working on and wash your hands," the AI sniffed. "You're fully aware of where the gloves are kept, Mr. Brink."

Topher sulked, but dutifully returned to his project.

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