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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...]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

It had been... Wesley wasn't even sure how long it had been since his last trip to Fandom. And it was probably a bit ridiculous for anyone to think of this island as a calm place to have some downtime, because, well... Fandom. Wes knew that.

But for whatever reason, he had woken up this morning with an unbelievable craving for tea from the Perk, and there just so happened to be an email about a Portalocity discount in his inbox. So it wasn't even a question, was it?

He was maybe a little overdressed for drinking tea by himself in early summer, with a collared shirt and everything - in the (maybe unlikely) event that he ran into any old friends, he didn't want to deal with too many questions about the scar on his neck that still hadn't fully healed. Still. This was nice. Peaceful.

...Wes did hope it wasn't about to start raining salsa or something now that he'd thought that.

[[honestly, i'm having an emotional reaction to this unbelievably adorable article and i had a 50/50 thing about who to post. open perk!]]

glacial_queen

Today, when all the children awoke in their beds, they would discover a most joyous occasion! There was a carnival in town! A carnival just for them! All the rides and events were all child-safe and kid-friendly. Even the thematic decorations had become kiddified; no worries about nightmares from this little guy, huh? Didn't he look like fun? Don't you just want to give him a hug?

As for any remaining adults on the island, well...there was still a carnival, okay? Sure, the rides were a lot tamer and a lot brighter and you were possibly too tall to ride the them, but it was still a carnival! A carnival soon to be filled with the loud laughter of many, many children all hyped up on drinks and food that all listed 'sugar' as their prime ingredient!

Truly, this was a day of fun and laughter for all! And probably a night filled with headaches and belly-aches for most!

Huzzah!

[OOC is up and notifs are off! Food and Drink | Tables | Bumper Cars | Merry-Go-Round | Roller Coaster | Ferris Wheel | Bouncy Castle | Pony Rides | Tilt-A-Whirl | Train Ride | Paddle Boats | Fun House | Bobbing For Apples | Whack-A-Gremlin | Water Gun Races | Face Painting | Petting Zoo | Quiet Corner | Haunted Hayride | OOC | Post II]

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.

Current Mood: excited

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

Things at the Hyperion right now were... hectic. Returning from Pylea had been difficult enough on its own, what with Fred to situate in the hotel and all the last-minute portals that had needed to be arranged to send the Fandom crowd back to school (and other places), but that wasn't the worst of it. They'd returned to find the couch in the lobby occupied by Willow, who'd come to inform them -- well, Angel in particular, Wesley supposed, but them -- that Buffy was dead. A hellgod had managed to open up a gateway to billions of hell dimensions all at once, and somehow Buffy had been able to sacrifice herself in order to close it.

So naturally Angel was out of commission as well. He'd gone with Willow back to Sunnydale to help with whatever he could, and judging from the silent intensity with which he'd packed most of the contents of his suite, Wesley doubted he'd be back anytime soon.

So it was down to himself, Cordelia and Gunn to run the place and take care of the mentally-unstable Texan living on the second floor, while Cordelia griped about missing her throne and Gunn complained about not having gotten to experience the hell-world for himself and Lorne had apparently resolved to stay the hell away from the people who'd smashed up his bar again (at least, until the next crisis, Wesley surmised). So really, there was no good excuse for abandoning the hotel, however temporarily, for any kind of substantial visit to the island.

But it was highly unlikely that Wesley would manage to get Perk-caliber coffee anywhere else right now, and really, he needed to breathe and to think somewhere very far from all the craziness. So an hour, he decided. He would be here for an hour, send some texts to some friends to let them know he was here in case they wanted to talk, have some coffee, and then go back to Los Angeles ready to help with... all of that again.

...Okay, maybe two hours.

[[if you think you got a text, you did! oooopen.]]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan had never been to a graduation here before, so she wasn't entirely sure how things worked, or whether any guests were still on island. So just in case, she prepared herself for having to explain to people who the simple act of hand-stamping worked. It amazed her how often people put up a fight about showing a little piece of plastic.

She was also hoping she wouldn't have to explain the 90's pop hits theme the DJ had going. Because she couldn't explain that at all.

The Devil's Nest was open.

dollpocalypse

The rules had been explained. The supplies had been distributed. The sun was down, the preserve was nice and secluded, the squirrels and other assorted wildlife were armed with tiny helmets and equipment that Topher certainly hadn't ordered, and there was no school board here to disapprove.

Welcome to Paintball 2012.

[[no OCD, but open for joining in/stumbling across the game! equipment and a list of the rules are stationed around, home base is back at Caritas, and that rule about sticking to the preserve is SO getting forgotten in all the chaos. HAVE FUN!]]

throughaphase

Caritas was open before sundown due to DST and it being light out forever anyway, but whatever, the place was ready to serve as Paintball Headquarters before sundown. Tino was behind the bar in case anyone wanted drinks, the lounge was set up for game night, and all that was needed were a few people to show up!

And turpentine. Lots and lots of turpentine.

[The bar is open till morning for your non-paintballing needs, though it's a mod Tino night. Feel free to cover the exterior of the place with paint in this post, too. In fact, I encourage it. A preserve post ~~will be going up to start the game officially~~ is here! PLAY BALL!!
And if you're paintballing, please refer to the rules/sign up so you know what's up for destruction and what's not! (You can totes still add your business or things to the list, too.)]

selfhelphero

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

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

Current Mood: pleased

life_inshadow

Tara noticed Annie's table in the lobby on her way to work this morning, and that reminded her that prom would be tomorrow. She was a bit ambivalent: It was her last school dance as an actual student, but she'd never been big on going to dances on her own. (Or on dances, period, but the whole prospect was far less frightening when she had a date.)

Eh. She'd put on something pretty, hang out, maybe talk somebody into a dance or two. Maybe not her dream night, but it was far less pathetic than the alternative of staying in with Mr. Moxy.

That decision made, she turned her attention to sorting out the books about alternate dimensions. She was still trying to figure out if what had happened to the Tara in Kennedy's world needed to have any bearing on her actual future.

{OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

brat_inslayage

So far so quiet, and Kennedy hadn't had to cut her vacation short for any emergencies back home. (Yet.) She'd spent a good chunk of yesterday out on the mainland doing some shopping, taking time out every now and then to field work-related phone calls from various Scoobies and Scooby-adjuncts and this was all weirdly businesslike.

Anyway.

It was weird, just hanging out on a park bench with a mocha (and a slice of pie) and enjoying the day; she'd always been too restless for that sort of thing before, but... well, she guessed it had something to do with actually having a constructive channel for that restless energy now. And just hanging out here was oddly relaxing.

Even if she was half preoccupied with contemplating how quiet the island was compared to home, or to L.A. The contrast was more obvious now. Huh.

[[open, again, though subject to patches of sp.]]

abitlowkey

As he had managed to dodge caring for a small, screaming mass yesterday, Loki was feeling rather proud of himself as he went to work today. As one should, really.

Work was a relative word it seemed, though. As he sat cross legged on the countertop, enthralled by the dashboard of his Tumblr account. It was filled with only the newest exploits of his brother and his little Avenger friends.

Look, he was Loki. A little odd behavior was only to be expected when it came to Thor.

[Ocd free!]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

life_inshadow

Tara had gotten Kennedy's text a few days before -- not that her response was doing anything besides sitting in her out box with a error message. Still, any week she heard anything from Sunnydale was a good one, even if she really wished her ex wasn't still prepping for an apocalypse. Thinking about what that could mean tended to give Tara a stomach ache.

But that was a worry she couldn't do anything about, so Tara set it to the side. The shop was quiet so far, and there wasn't any new merchandise she had to deal with. Tara put a Sarah MacLachlan CD on the store stereo and made herself a pot of peppermint tea, prepared for what she hoped would be another low-key day.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan wasn't being affected by any of this, and even if there was something affecting the island as a whole, she thought you were all out of your minds. But as long as the worst thing happening was people making fools of themselves and no skeletal rats had popped up with any messages, she was going to do her best to ignore it until it passed.

Which would be easier to do if Tino hadn't been cleaning up in here when she'd first arrived, explaining that a squid had been in here last night.

Right then.

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

throughaphase

Kitty had spent most her day at the library, and she honestly thought there were more worthwhile things to do with her time tonight than serving drinks. But she also realized that people might need some sort of distraction where they didn't have to look outside at all the black and could get a drink if they needed it, and so she was behind the bar tonight.

Tino was somewhere not here. Good thing she came in, then.

sith_happened

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

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: busy

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

"We know that things have not been very okay lately," Dolf said. There was no better way to start a meeting than with an understatement, right? "People and places have been disappearing and nobody but us seems to remember they existed. And the causeway is being crazy, says the radio."

He wouldn't know. His own universe was still out of reach for him, and he didn't exactly spend a lot of time on the mainland - he still felt self-conscious about his English. "So we thought we should all talk, and come up with ideas." He shot Karla and Wesley an expectant look.

Karla glanced over at him and nodded, stepping forward. "The big problem is, we have no idea what's going on. We can't tell if there's some kind of pattern, if there was some kind of precipitating event, where the vanished things are going--or even if there is a where. Right now, we're dealing with a lot of suppositions and half-guesses. That's one of the reasons we called this meeting today, before people started going home for the holiday."

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

"One of the things we need is more information. Are people vanishing from your world? Who? When? What happens when objects and places vanish? Are there things that are linking the disappeared across multiverses? The more information we have, the better we'll be able to figure out what is going on. And from there, figure out how to reverse it."

"We understand that some of you may have lost people, and it might be difficult to talk about," Wesley made sure to add. "But if you're at all able, it'd be invaluable for us if you could share what you've been experiencing, both here and in your home worlds. And if you know of anything from your home or anywhere else that might be responsible for what's been happening, even if you aren't certain, that could be incredibly useful as well. It's difficult to propose any sort of a solution without an idea of what the cause is."

Hadn't stopped him from all but living in the library over the past week, though.

"So." He sat down in one of the chairs that had been set up in a huge circle. "Would anyone particularly like to start?"

glacial_queen

Things were getting worse. Karla could feel it now, like an odd itching in her bones. She hadn't slept much or very well last night, disturbed by dreams of vague foreboding that she couldn't remember. Those feelings had only gotten worse when she'd gotten Dinah's message. After coming into the shop and absently cleaning up, Karla sat behind the counter, took a deep breath, and called Dinah back.

This was going to be ungood.

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Anyone who happened by the park tonight might take notice of a mysterious tent that had appeared there. It seemed both out of place and mysterious, exactly the sort of thing to invite people who might be so inclined to find that sort of thing inviting.

Inside they would find a fortuneteller waiting for them, with her crystal ball at the ready, prepared to tell you what your future would hold.

Or maybe just to screw with them. Hard to tell.

[Open to those who have signed up, though anyone can feel free to notice the tent.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Current Mood: chipper

charming_thief

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

The signs from Friday and Saturday directing visitors to the beginning of the Student Council island tours remained up, and today they would lead guests to Wesley. He had maps to distribute and what he would consider a wealth of knowledge regarding the island's layout, and he was all too happy to answer any questions guests might have as they began to congregate.

[[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Businesses can ping into their threads if they'd like the tour to stop there specifically.]]

sith_happened

The series of portals Anakin had managed to set up on short notice weren't the most direct way to get to District Thirteen, but they were the fastest. Anakin had checked four times to confirm when he realized they had a stopover in the Triassic era...

Now, as the sun peeked up over one of the allegedly happiest places on Earth (Anakin had other opinions on that), he waited for the rest of his fellow travelers to arrive while he left Tahiri a voicemail asking her to cover classes for him.

[OOC: For those heading to Katniss plot!]

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

lockestheway

There was a moment where in the park, there was no tea.

There was another moment right after that one at which there was.

How the park went from one state to the other would remain a mystery.

But the picnic tables were out, and covered in old-fashioned tea sets. Little stacks of tiny sandwiches were placed delicately upon fine china, and there were baskets of scones everywhere. Next to the scones? Marmalade, in several flavours, well-made.

The tables also produced various other sweets and desserts that wouldn't run out until the tea would, just as mysteriously, vanish right around 5 o'clock into whatever tea-heaven it had came from. By the edge of the park, there were several wardrobes full of the latest 1815s fashions to be worn - which would be a good idea to try, considering the rather judgey glances the British regency ladies were tossing everyone's way.

It was very expensive tea, after all.

Afternoon tea was ready, Fandom. Make use of it while it was still there.

Enjoy it. And don't ask too many questions.

stars_and_money

It had taken some doing to get a decent party together on an island currently off the coast of Atlantis, but the Darlings knew that all things were possible with enough money and a few well-placed tantrums from Juliet. And so the pre-Fourth of July summer fiesta came to be.

Chinese paper lanterns marked off a section of the beach, and a mix of popular music came from the DJ booth in one corner. A barbecue-themed buffet was set up in a tent, which also hosted a few small tables and chairs for anyone who needed to take a break.

Once the sun was all the way down, a special fireworks display was scheduled to go off -- just to add that special finishing frisson to the night.

[OOC: Open to all! Emails of handwavy invitation went out to the students.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Karla the previous week, and the train wreck of a weekend he'd just experienced, Wesley, true to his word, trekked out to the preserve on Monday evening to set up what would be a memorial for Katniss. The preserve had obviously been a place of some significance ot her, given her avocation for hunting, and it just seemed natural to have it there rather than in a park or in the church. So that evening found him setting up candles people could light and sprigs of katniss and other flowers for people to lay down if they wanted to, and clearing a spot for people to congregate. There were blankets on the floor, since the nonstop rain lately had made the ground fairly wet, and seemingly limitless boxes of tissues.

There. That... that was a memorial. With all the candles lit, it would be a proper memorial, but until then, he lit one of his own.

[[up early for SP tomorrow! open to those who know about the Games, and NFB due to the whole memorial thing. OCD ~~coming~~ up!]]

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

After waking up this morning with the sun and getting ready for the day with the help of her wild animal friends, Cinderella had begun doing what she always did in the morning: cook and clean and sing. But then a large man chased her out of the kitchen--and the whole giant chateau!--after her bird and mouse friends had followed her in to help make breakfast.

But it felt odd not doing anything, even though Cinderella hadn't seen hide or hair of her stepmother or stepsisters since waking up. She's been drawn to the smell of percolating coffee had since pushed all the tables and chairs out of the way to scrub down the floor while singing.

"Sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale..."

The barristas at the Perk had been fairly unfazed by those antics, even when the birds and mice that had entered in with her began to clean up, too. Fandom was Fandom, after all.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

Once the real Bowser was defeated and the princesses were saved, our intrepid heroes found themselves in the preserve where they had started this adventure. The castle they had just been in pulled up from the ground, taking the green pipes with it as it floated up into the sky.

Really, Bowser should be glad no one kicked his castle in like some had in the past...

Where did the castle and all of the creatures go? Back where they came from, of course, as Bowser (what, like he doesn't have half a million 1-Up shrooms in his pockets?) grumbled about seeing if he ever tries to have a tea party on this freaky level again. BAH! Away with the Mushroom Landers, never to return.

Unless things got restless in Room 613 and 1/16th again.

[[For the rescuers and kids!]]

fh-goombaland.livejournal.com

In front of the castle in the preserve stood three green warp tunnels.

These are the adventures of the team that chose the first one.

( Arrival )
( Traversing dat Castle! )
( OMGITSBOWSER! )

[Pre-played with the splendiferous (but sadly lacking in overalls and pornstaches)

wesleynotponcy,

onapalebicycle,

solo_sword,

bigdamndean and

batwaffles, and ready to be finished in liveplay in the comments!]

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.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

After what was sure to be a busy day of catching up with family and guests, the local community center was lit up and now open for everyone to come enjoy the party. The decorations inside weren't overly garish or weird and long tables dotted with food and drinks lined the walls. Music was playing and a disco ball spun in the middle of the dance floor.

The night was young and the party was about to get into full swing! Come stop by!

[OCD is a go! Food & Drinks | Mingle | Dance | OOC]

Current Mood: amused

life_inshadow

Despite what his owner (and owner-in-law) had threatened the week before, Mr. Moxy was not wearing a dapper fedora and spats as he prowled the Magic Box aisles. Tara, it must be admitted, had tried for a scarf, but he'd neatly removed it with his paws before she got out of her dorm room.

He stalked tiny dust bunnies as Tara relaxed at the counter with a mug of tea and yet another book on possession. The topic was likely to remain a preoccupation for a while.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. My office is closed until noon, yay.]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Alex had woken up to some rambling text message from Dean Stinson about seizing the day and taking advantage of the warm weather to set up something for everyone down on the beach. When he'd become the dean's lackey, he didn't know but he actually got to it. It wasn't his money he was spending, after all. The first thing he'd done was plaster signs announcing the luau all over the dorms and town to let people know it was happening.

So, after a few quick hours of setup, the beach was now looking like a real luau was taking place. Tiki torches led the way to the beach, doing their best to provide lighting when the sun fell and to keep bugs away. Several tiki bars were laid out across an area of the beach, serving up drinks (yes, there was alcohol since adults were invited) and even conversation to those that might want it.

Palm trees with string lights had also been set up to make the luau more authentic. And, of course, there were several tables containing all sorts of ~~moddable~~ food for the partygoers to enjoy.

The weather was amazing and the luau was on!

[OCD is up! This is for all students, teachers and townies so everyone can have fun!]

Current Mood: hot

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

And thus began Parents' Weekend. It was an overcast day but the rain had long since tapered off. Just in case, tents had been erected all around the park to protect from the potential for wet stuff. No one needed their guest showing up cranky because they'd been rained on.

There were tables and tables of all sorts of food and drinks. There was something for everyone. The Student Council had spared no expense. Blue and gold tables and chairs were also spread out underneath the tents, giving guests and islanders a place to sit down and chat or sit down and eat or something to hide under.

A registration table stood near the front of the setup where guests could check in and get a nametag. A banner adorned the edges of the tents proclaiming:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2010

[OCD is done! Post 2 | Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC]

Current Mood: accomplished

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that at 6:00 precisely, the ligts went out and the Zombie Band started playing a familiar intro.

A burst of smoke hit the stage and the matchmaker named GOB stepped through it to make his grand entrance. A flick of each wrist and he was holding a deck of cards in each hand: all hearts. Except for a single four of clubs. GOB started moonwalking backwards, except he wasn't very good at it so it was more like walking backward with a limp. He clapped his hands together and from the cards ~~fell~~ burst forth a ~~dead~~ live dove, which ~~GOB picked up and threw off the stage toward the bar~~ swooped over the audience and ~~hit Tino after bouncing off the bar~~ attacked Tino.

"WELCOME TO CARITAS!" GOB yelled to the crowd as the music continued. "WELCOME! TO THREE MINUTE DATES!" He turned around and pointed to the back of the stage where a too-large banner dropped, showing the top half of 'THREE MINUTE DATES' while the rest was still rolled up on the stage floor. "I am GOB, your Once and Future Matchmaker. Here are the rules: I call your name and the name of somebody else. You two get together and make goo goo eyes at each other for a few minutes, and then I make a fireball appear to let you know it's time for the next round."

Tino had checked the fireball launcher GOB kept in his sleeve. Twice. It was as safe as it could possibly be.

"After the roaring sound of magical fire, I'll call out some more names and we do it again until we've done it five times. And if you don't like any of your dates, let me know and we can do it five more times in my hotel room." GOB could be as subtle as a bar on fire, something which Tino really wanted to avoid. Now let's get on with this stuff." As GOB started to reach for his notecards with the round one pairings, a quick burst of flame shot across his chest. "Huh. Shot off a little early. But I won't, ladies." Very subtle.

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~Epic OCD is beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ GO FORTH AND PLAY! If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen WHICH TOTALLY DID NOT NEARLY HAPPEN, AHEM, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

And, um, yes, this is Post 1 of 2. RECORD SETTING SIGN UPS CAUSED THIS!]

solo_sword

Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post to follow!]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~continues! If you ping in before I finish I will come over there and beat you till you cry after giving you an atomic wedgie.~~ is done! Ping away! If there are any problems... um, grab Nick on AIM, I just do what he tells me. :D

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.]

Current Mood: dates!

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

While Robin had managed to quit smoking cigarettes (...mostly), she still had the craving for the occasional cigar. Sadly, though, one of the downsides of marriage -- and cohabitation, for that matter -- was that she sort of felt guilty leaving cigar butts around for Benton to find.

Plus, she was sure that one of these days he was going to bust out a whole bunch of DARE gear, or McGruff the Crime Dog or something, to tell her about the dangers of smoking.

So, tonight she had taken three of the dogs for a walk around the park as she enjoyed her cigar. She let the dogs off their leashes as she sat on a picnic table, smoking, and let them play where they were. It'd be too cold for this kind of thing, soon enough (or at least cold enough that she'd get funny looks, Canadian or no), so she was going to enjoy it while she could.

[Robin's here to run into one in particular, but open park is open!]

bigbadgunn.livejournal.com

Dead people mysteriously showing up in Fandom?

Oh, yeah. Gunn was patrolling and being extra cautious as a result. Oh, sure, radio made it sound like a happy family reunion for most people but Gunn was definitely not taking the whole thing lightly.

So tonight the hubcap-battleaxe was making an appearance in the graveyard and Gunn was taking his time with the patrol.

Just in case there were some not-so-happy dead people lurking about.

bigbadgunn.livejournal.com

Yep. Another week has rolled by and once again Gunn is back in the graveyard doing his weekly patrol among the gravestones.

And even though nothing has changed in the last umpteen weeks on patrol, he still checks every damn grave for any signs of disturbances or changes that might have occurred from the week before. Of course there were no changes and there probably wouldn't be but that wasn't going to stop Gunn from doing the same damn thing as before.

Why? Hey, it's all about the mission.

[Open for the next hour or two and then SP until late tonight.]

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