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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 ]]

dontvotemeout

Even though it was daytime, the "dolphins in space" theme had been carried over to the brunch. The mural was nowhere to be found, but inside the tent that had been set up to give everyone a shady place to gather, there were silver and blue metallic streamers and balloons hung up, and each of the tables had a blue flower arrangement on it.

There were no fish to be found though, unless you counted what could be on the food table. Honestly, that might not really be fish either.

[OCD is up! Mingle | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

eternalstud.livejournal.com

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

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

Oh screw it, he was just gonna get drunk.

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

solo_sword

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

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

puppy_fair

That was it. That was the last straw. The dishes had been expecting another week of a somewhat pouty Zack after the puppyfaces that he was pulling on his last shift, and here he comes, marching in like he has the world by the tail, grinning like an idiot?

Well, they weren't about to let their dastardly plans for a massive cheer-up-Zack guerrilla hugging campaign go to waste, damn it all.

Today's Specials:
25% Off For All Visiting Alumni!

So Zack was now in a good mood and being smothered randomly by tackleglomping ninja huggy dish-people throughout the course of the day. It was a good shift, if you were the puppy!

[OCD up! Fina is open!]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

intraspective

Why had she agreed to do this again?

Oh. Right. Because she'd been insane last night and decided that she'd needed something utterly ridiculous to distract her from, well, that whole leaving bit. Stupid leaving bit. People shouldn't be allowed to go.

She gave the table set up with drinks and food a considering glance, wondering if she had time to snag a glass of something before Edward (who was arranging the last of the flowers and the platform to his satisfaction) made her get up there and sing.

Again.

Nevermind that it was her suggestion this time. Sort of. Maybe. All his fault, actually. Really. Honest!

Ino cast a look over the park, and wondered how many people would show up this time. Joy.

[Edward modded with permission, naturally! ~~Wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup!]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

intraspective

There was a table set up with all sorts of drinks and things to nibble on. There was flowers. It was blatantly obvious that Edward expected a lot of people to show up—dear lord, she hoped no one did—and Ino crossed her arms over her chest and watched all of this resignedly.

It was really really hard to look anything but waifish and adorable in a pink dress with silver heels. Especially when you were blonde and tiny. Ino was giving it her best shot. The only reason she was even dressed up because she’d decided that morning that, it was better to look the part, really, and try to salvage some of her pride.

Ino was attempting to glare, but the sight of Edward running around (and what was up with the prince-clothing and purple cape? Seriously?) and fussing with the platform they were to sing on—where had he found a platform?!—was tugging a reluctant smile out of her.

He was just so happy. He’d loved her dress, and that she’d shown up, and that she was going to sing with him—oh glorious day!—and Ino… had lost track of the lecture she’d spent most of the night planning around the third spin of his glee. Crushing his spirits would be like kicking a puppy.

Embarrassment it was, then. Just as soon as he thought everything was perfect. She, for her part, was studiously pretending that this was her idea, no really, and she was totally okay with it. Really. Totally her idea. Honest.

[Edward modded with permission, naturally! ~~Wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup!]

[ETA: Because it’s getting larger, have links to the separate parts: The Duet! (And Other Songs) The Gawkers! Refreshments Mingle with the singers! OOC]

withoutverona

Romeo didn't know why he was reading that book with the sparkly vampires in it at work today; he'd found it under his bed in the cabin the afternoon before, and somehow before he knew it he was on page 250 and it was past midnight.

At the shop, he did some cursory paperwork, then settled in behind the counter with the battered paperback. He sympathized with the hero immensely (how could he not?), but the "watching her while she slept" bit struck even Romeo as a tiny bit over the top.

Pixie Dust was open, and the manager would hide his book if anyone came in.

[OOC: The OCD fell in love with the lamb and went off to sparkle at her in some field somewhere. And yeah, RP is imitating life here, 'cause I'm a dork.]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

It was Chuck Bass's birthday and by god Blair was going to throw him a party.

By the time sunset arrived a section of the beach had been turned into a party zone. Green silk curtains had been hung up to help define the party space (and provide some privacy for anyone who wanted it). There were tables of food and drink ~~entirely moddable~~ which included Chuck's favorites ~~and product-placed Vitamin Water~~ as well as the birthday cake.

Music was playing, fires were lit to help keep things warm - all in all not a bad little birthday party on the beach.

All that remained was the party goers and the birthday boy.

[ocd is up!]

Current Mood: cheerful

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

It was possible Fandom had actually finally gotten to Jen, who had in no way whatsoever been making use of her visual scanners yesterday to look for signs of interesting (ahem) social interaction when she'd realized it was raining glitter. Except for how she had, and would even have admitted it if asked.

Add to that the fact that today, while she was at work, she was stretched out in a lounge chair in front of the counter, a drink in each of the chair's two armrest cupholders, and her laptop out. The Racerranger fan forums she was perusing weren't a surprise. On the other hand, the aggressively bouncy music cranking out of her laptop's speakers might be, depending on how well you knew Jen.

. . . who still wouldn't admit to exactly how she'd acquired every soundtrack to every television series that Japan had ever made based on the history of a Ranger team. Shh.

Today's Special
Post-Monster Cleanup
One large pizza with the monster footprint shape of your choice recreated in the toppings!

See? Fandom had totally gotten to Jen.

[OOC: I won't cry, I won't cry, no, I won't shed a tear even if this post's OCD-free. Again with the slowness until later, plus I'm going to a soccer game tonight, so . . . yeah, SP is my friend today.]

withoutverona

Another Monday, another day at the shop; Romeo was grateful for it largely as something to do. He was at least cheered by the fact Yurika was due back that afternoon, just in time for the move to the cabins.

He arranged a display of summer clothes in the window and added a sign:

Pixie Dust
Fine & Casual Fashions
Now Hiring!

That done, he settled behind the counter with a pile of fashion magazines. Banana yellow was an oddly dominant color in the outfits for this season.

Current Mood: bored

raspberryturk

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

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

It was totally a security blanket.

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

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

"That's what I thought, too."

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

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

It was the day before graduation. The day before pomp and circumstance, diplomas, smiling seniors and proud guests. What better way to spend that day then partying the night away? That's right, tonight was the night of the senior lock in! Many ~~NPC~~ workers had been busy in town, cleaning up and setting up an abandoned warehouse for the event.

Now, the front of the warehouse was lit up with neon signs and stanchions that would lead the seniors into a huge building where not one speck of floor space wasn't being used for something fun. There was loud music pumping through the building and strobe lights were swirling around the area, lighting up the room in blues, reds, greens, yellows and various other colors. Decorations of all kinds painted the walls, giving the room a party like atmosphere.

Of course, it would just be a regular ole party, right? Nothing surprising would happen, right? Oh, of course. No surprises. Riiiiiight.

The senior lock in was open and it was time for the seniors to get their party on!

[Posted early for super duper SP! This is for seniors only. OCD is good to go! Have fun! Comments are off so, if you need me, ping the OOC thread or email me!

ETA: And there's something going down here! Have fun there and please please continue to play in the party beforehand. It's your party, seniors, please enjoy it!

ETA 2: And the thread to get free is here!. Hack it up! It's moddable!]

Current Mood: bouncy

withoutverona

Romeo was still physically restless, if somewhat more sore, after his session with Arthur, and he was glad to have the shop to give some direction to his day. He sorted through the mail and swept the entire shop, including the corners of the back room, before redoing the window display with nice suits and summer dresses for graduation, then making a sign for the window.

Graduation Special
20 percent off for Class of '09

Pixie Dust was open, and the manager was finding color-coding the racks of shirts easier than thinking.

[OOC: Open, no OCD.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Between the notebook where he was jotting things down and the two books he was flipping through, Cal didn't seem to have much of an attention span for actually working today.

But when did he ever?

Today's Specials
Greek Grilled Cheese
Greek Salad
Baklava

Luke's is open!

baskiceball.livejournal.com

It was the karaoke contest at the bar again and Marshall made sure everything was extra clean for the influx of people coming in.

And he had leftover pie! Mmm. Today was a good day.

Current Mood: excited

withoutverona

Normally, Romeo liked to start his Mondays with coffee with a generous splash of whatever liquor came to hand, followed by a leisurely poke through the mail before he actually started running the shop.

Today, though, he had a very hyper eight-year-old assistant, who had eaten most of a box of Pop-Tarts while his parents were preoccupied dressing his sister. Kaz looked around the shop, impressed.

"Father? Is this where you burn things?"

Romeo sighed. "It's where we burn the ugly things, yes."

Kaz wasn't listening; he was already yanking dresses and shirts off racks. "Then let's burn this, and this, and -- can we burn this too? Pink is an icky color."

Romeo had a feeling it would be a long shift. "I'll go set up the barrel."

raspberryturk

It was really too bad that Romeo had heard the radio broadcast and gone to find Reno to ask about this military training session. It was worse yet that he found not just his friend, but a large and gleeful gremlin who took special joy in chomping both their ankles.

And it was awful, if thoughtful, of the island to give them matching skintight fire-and-ice themed ice-skating costumes and skates, which they took to the edge of the (randomly, inexplicably, let's not ask too many questions) frozen pond.

( The worst thing of all, of course, might be that neither of them could skate in ordinary life. )

[Preplayed with the faaaabulous

withoutverona, and open like an open thing!]

withoutverona

If it wasn't the Monday before prom, Romeo wouldn't have opened the shop. As it was, he wasn't letting Dojima out of his sight for more than an instant.

So Pixie Dust was open, and a selection of evening gowns and tuxedos had been haphazardly pulled onto the racks at the front of the store for people to shop from, but the manager was huddled behind the counter with his girlfriend, looking at her as if he expected her to fly away at any second.

[OOC: Open shop. Dojima modded with permission.]

withoutverona

It was really too cold to spend an evening on the beach, but it was clear and it was spring by the calendar, even if the weather wasn't precisely cooperating. And, of course, there was the ocean, which was the important draw.

Bundled in a sweatshirt, Romeo hunched over a fire pit, trying to get the wood to catch. "I think it got wet."

[OOC: Open!]

raspberryturk

Well, it wasn't really a bad day, was it? The sun was more or less out, and the sky hadn't opened up to rain down on top of anyone, so Reno would call that a win had he the vocal capacity to do so. It was a little chilly, but that was what feathers were for.

And he had a few more days as a chocobo, so he was going to make the best of them.

It had taken a good deal of creative charades before he had managed to communicate what it was he hand in mind to Doji, but after a few rounds of 20 Questions, some clawing at the ground, and a bit of what may or may not be considered interpretative dance, Reno had convinced her to do him a bit of a favor.

Which was why there was a large bird hitched up to a T&C shopping cart, wearing a pair of novelty sunglasses and a sombrero, with a ferret curled up for a snooze in a tote bag that was hanging around his neck. Even Mako needed fresh air now and again.

Shopping cart chocobo rides in the park, anyone?

[Oh, so open!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

So far disaster hadn't struck and it seems that the StuCo wasn't tempting fate with the choice of decor. Good thing. It would suck to have an invasion before everyone got lucky on Valentine's Day.

There was still plenty of food to eat, dances to be had and, hey, it looked like someone spiked the punch.

[You are some damn talky people. This is your mirror post (possibly not your last) for the dance. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or you'll have me to deal with and I fight dirty~~ up!]

[Quick links: Mingling, Food, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones, Dancing, OOC

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]

withoutverona

Romeo had spent the weekend looking like his 14-year-old self and making sandwiches, and, after more than a year in Fandom, he regarded that as more or less par for the course. So it was with no great sense of embarrassment that brushed himself off and went to town to open the shop.

He did, however, rather viciously pitch any flannel and baseball caps lurking around into the bin of things to be burned. After a weekend in both, he was more aware than ever that the '90s were over.

Pixie Dust was open.

[OOC: Open shop, OCD-free]

Current Mood: embarrassed

wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com

Kurogane should have known just to go back upstairs after coming down to the cafe and finding all the utensils were all human...

The sense of shock though ended fairly quickly when they still all acted exactly the same.

Still, Kurogane braced himself for anything else weird that might walk through the door when he opened the cafe.

Today's Specials
Comfort Food (You name it We got it)
Pie - various

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

Tomoyo wanted tea. She had woken up in a strange room, in a strange building, without her bodyguards. And Sakura seemed to be nowhere to be found.

Not to mention this was clearly not Japan.

But Tomoyo was a proper girl, and she did what a lady ought to do when confronted with such a situation. 1) Call her mother. Who, as usual, was busy.

Option two: tea.

Which left a small, ten-year-old girl, calmly sipping her tea and watching the other patrons of the establishment and thinking up new ideas for Sakura's costumes. She might as well make the best of the opportunity.

[OOC: Yes, I'm cruel. Dōjima Yurika is now Daidōji Tomoyo from Cardcaptor Sakura. The sheer amount of cute ought to be illegal. Short periods of AFK, as I turn myself into a fake-ginger.]

Current Mood: calm

intraspective

Boy trouble and issues were totally the last thing on Ino’s mind as she leaned against the outside of the building and waited for Dojima-san to show up after her class. After all, not nearly so much fun bullying them into letting them go naked if only one of ‘them’ was there.

And, as she sipped her hot chocolate, she had to admit that part of it was purely the fact that Ino was rather certain that Dojima-san would be able to bully in a far more... diplomatic manner than Ino could.

Ino’s methods of intimidation were rather... blatant. She did a little spin out of pure anticipation and wondered if she ought to ask for bullying tips. Oooo, maybe!

[Ino is here for Dojima, but the onsen is totally open for your hot spring~y needs!]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

Dōjima had promised Cal ice cream for his birthday, and she had meant it.

Admittedly, he probably wasn't expecting the store to be filled with balloons, streamers, and people, but Dōjima tended to be a bit of a dork about things like this, especially when it came to her friends.

Besides, he had said it was okay if she brought a small army, so inviting the entire student body was perfectly acceptable, right? Right.

[OOC: ~~Please wait for~~ mini-OCD is up!]
[ETA: Since it's starting to break my browser, have links! Socialize | Ice Cream | The Birthday Boy | Gifts | OOC |]

Current Mood: cheerful

intraspective

Okay, seriously, Ino liked the cold. What she did not like was a lack of heat inside. What did the power do to deserve that? She was totally sulking. Compounding that was the fact that she’d actually, you know, had to go outside and then was actually expected to work.

Ino was so totally bundled up today with a scarf and mittens and a hat (and, in a fit of trying to entertain herself, the red hoodie that Romeo had lent her eons ago and she'd just, uh, forgotten to give it back), and once the utter basics of keeping the shop looking good were done she tracked down the spare blanket and huddled under it in Cable-san’s chair.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

What was a bunch of bored teenagers supposed to do on a Friday Night?

Try to hustle each other at pool, of course.

And so it was that a particular posse of people burst through the doors of Fast Eddies, quickly claiming a table, pool cues, an unholy amount of alcohol, and some rather frightening looking bar food.

Dōjima claimed the nachos for herself with vigor before sitting on the pool table, much to the disgruntlement of the ~~NPC~~ employee. "SO! Teams!" she announced, waving a chip. "How do we want to play this?"

[OOC: For the other three!]

Current Mood: bouncy

withoutverona

It could be January outside all it wanted to, as far as Romeo was concerned. He was still going to put a more welcoming display in the store window. So it was all bikinis and shorts and designer sundresses there, and he'd relegated sweaters and other winter clothes to neat bins and tables at the side of the store.

He adjusted a bathing suit strap and admired his work before retreating to the counter to make a sign.

Now Hiring
Clerks Wanted
Tuesday, Thursday and Weekend Shifts
Apply within!

That in place, he was back at the counter, realizing with some pride that today marked a full year for him in Fandom.

raspberryturk

After two weekends free of his fortunate (or unfortunate, it depended entirely on how sane you were) state of employment, Reno was more than happy to make himself right at home in the somewhat abused office of Sam and Max: Freelance Police HQ.

He'd already fed the fish- the current Vice-President of America who he was convinced was out to kill him, and had moved on to his favorite on-duty pastime ever.

Tormenting the weird dude who lived in the closet.

Today's sport: Ping-Pong with Leonard. The hollow clunks that the ball made every time it bounced off of the guy's forehead were absolutely fascinating.

The Freelance Police HQ was open for business!

Kind of!

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Signs had been ~~handwavily~~ put up around town throughout the day indicating that this was the place and this was the time. New Year's Eve in Fandom, in one of the abandoned warehouses (although it had been tidied up and decorated). Showgirls carrying champagne flutes, a live band playing, and a big glowy ball hanging from the rafters with a countdown clock displayed.

It was time for G.O.B. Bluth's New Year's Illusionin' Eve! Brought to you by a Host Named G.O.B.! Making his triumphant return to Fandom! Exclamations!

[OOC: Up early to accommodate all of you silly people who have work, timezone issues, or social events. Post is open to students, teachers, townies, alum, and ex-pats! ~~Kindly wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Have at it!]

gobrookeyourself

After sending off her E-mail and running trying to get everything bought at the last second, Brooke set up at the beach. There were ~~totally moddable~~ drink fixings and snacks on a fold-out table covered nicely with a tablecloth because a folding table kind of killed the natural decor, there was music, and she'd been thoughtful and put out little bottles of suntan oil and sunblock out because in December people were probably not prepared.

Some days Brooke loved this town. Today was totally one of them.

[Toooootally open and up early be request, kinda. I WANT THIS WEATHER IRL. (OCD eschewed more so no one yells at me for saying that.)]

Current Mood: bouncy

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey's voice was back, thankfully, and so far no one had transformed into anything (which was good). Nothing... should go wrong.

Riiiiight.

Last night. He only hoped no one tried to call their performance in.

[ocd up!]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

Yurika hadn't felt like catching the newest Bund movie, or that other one with blowing things up. Or even that other one with explosions. She was in the mood for something cute, and, okay, maybe-kinda-date-ish.

Shush. She was, occasionally, allowed to be a bit romantic.

Now Showing

Jack and Jill's Awesome Mixtape

[OOC: For the date, but open for other movie-goers.]

Current Mood: excited

raspberryturk

Reno had left the ferret in his dorm room today, confident that doing so would mean that the little critter was safe and well, decidedly not human, and he wasn't going to choke to death on tinsel or anything while he was out. So far, December in Fandom had Reno entirely convinced that this holiday stuff was a terribly dangerous undertaking. Particularly for pets.

And so he was going to distract himself from the whole thing by opening the closet door and playing a rousing round of "Bowling for Leonard."

It was more challenging than bowling at Fast Eddie's had been. The target, after all, kept moving.

Freelance Police HQ was open!

STRIKE!

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Marshall had made sure the place was extra clean tonight and that the zombies were extra taped up because of the karaoke contest tonight. He was glad to help the students out but he was a bit pouty. He didn't want to work. He wanted to sing! Luckily Chuck walked in just in time.

"Hey Barney Jr," Marshall said, waving Chuck over. "I've got a favor to ask."

Chuck looked Marshall over. "There's not enough money in the world."

"What? Ew. I don't even want to know what you mean by that," Marshall said, making a face. "Can you tend bar? There's a karaoke contest in here tonight and I want to to watch. Can you tend bar?"

Chuck opened his mouth to say no but found himself getting pushed over towards the bar.

"Great, thanks, don't kill anybody," Marshall said quickly before heading over towards the stage.

Chuck bitchfaced.

Current Mood: bitchy

lots-of-olives.livejournal.com

When Pepper had come into the bar and noticed that there was only a rather surly-looking young man, she asked him for a martini.

When he brushed her off, she asked to speak to a manager.

When one wasn't available, she asked to speak to another employee.

When she found out there weren't any others, and he had wandered into the back again, she decided to make her own damn drink.

And maybe she could just stay behind the bar tonight. At least until someone competent showed up.

withoutverona

Romeo should have been planning a Christmas sale and making sure the shop -- and Jenny -- was readied for the possibility of Black Friday shoppers.

Instead, he was playing Super Luigi Brothers on a Game Boy he'd dug from the bottom of his closet. He'd get back to his duties after he saved Princess Fungus.

The shop was open.

[OOC: No OCD today, notifications are FAIL.]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Another day spent in a diner. Cal settled in with a book, but wasn't expecting to get too far into it with the experimental nature of the specials inspired by yesterday's class.

Today's Specials
Mexi-Greco Fusion!
Brought to you by the brilliant minds of Stephanides and ~~Yurika~~ Dōjima
For cool, adventurous types only!

He figured that might be a good selling point.

Luke's is open!

[[ no OCD because I'm posting from work; will be slooooooow to noooo play for that reason until evening, but sloooow to noooo is still looooove. ]]

withoutverona

It was another ordinary morning at Pixie Dust; Romeo unlocked the store, eyed the liquor under the counter before deciding it was too early, and put a mint in his mouth in hopes it would make him stop thinking about cigarettes. (It didn't quite work, but his misery came with sweet-smelling breath.) Then he started unpacking a large shipment of fur-lined gloves.

He was pausing for another mint when he finally spotted the note on the counter. "Manager?" That was a shock.

He made a few phone calls, then settled behind the counter with a notepad. He definitely needed a better title.

[OOC Edit: After the fashion show, Romeo will give a $20 gift card to anyone who stops in to trade in their assigned outfit.]

withoutverona

Romeo flipped through a few college brochures at the counter of Pixie Dust. He was still fairly certain he wasn't going, but they kept coming in the mail and it gave him something to do.

Eventually, he was looking for attractive students more than he was reading the actual words. It was as valid a means of picking a school as any.

Pixie Dust was open.

[OOC: OCD-free today.]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Well, it had been a weekend. A visit from an old friend, a future that had a good opportunity for death, and... "What's with the mustache, Tino?" Jolee asked.

It was explained that this wasn't Tino, but Miguel, Tino's mustachioed brother. Jolee moved a finger and the mustache came off. "It was coming off on one side anyway," Jolee said.

[OOC: I'm around tonight.]

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After making sure that Mutt was settled with Indy and his father, Marion headed down to Caritas for her shift. She was in a good mood, knowing that her son was hanging out with his father and grandfather for the first time. She just hoped they didn't get into trouble.

After making sure that the zombies were all taped up (and boy, was that disgusting) Marion unlocked the doors to the bar.

[Up early for earliness! I'm around!]

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Dōjima had listened to the radio broadcast this morning, intent on mocking those of her classmates that had family show up.

She had a very, very, bad feeling about some of the things she'd heard, and found herself at the Perk in desperate need of coffee.

If she was right (and she probably was), the old bastard could damn well do the leg work and come find her.

[OOC: For the guest, but Open Perk is Open for all your caffeine addiction needs!]

Current Mood: annoyed

withoutverona

It was Homecoming week, and that meant Romeo was at the shop a little early and took extra care in arranging the stock of formal attire. Dances always made for busy weeks at work.

Fancy, pretty formal dresses went right up front. Handsome tuxes and suits were across the store aisle. And of course, there was a wall of shoes.

He thumbed the suits and tuxes thoughtfully as he put them on the racks, not sure what he would wear himself. He supposed he should find out what color Yurika's dress was as a start.

Pixie Dust was open.

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