Pre-Show Countdown

[fh_jackass]

Logan headed straight home after classes so he'd be around for the pre-debate open mike preparations and food delivery. He posted

a sign that said, "Since this is an official school sponsored event, alcohol will NOT be served." (There may be something written in small text on the bottom, if one cared to look closely.) on the bar.

After a quick survey of the layout, he decided that the courtyard would be the best place for the speakers, and the food could go on the the pool deck. Maybe the dining room table would work as a stage, if he could rope someone into moving it.

He really should've thought to hire someone to rearrange this place.

A large plastic bucket by the pool was filled with ice and sodas, and tables were set up on the pool deck for the sandwiches.

[ooc: The "open mike" thread will be posted later, but if you want to gather early or help move furniture, come on over.]

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[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Stopping at home only long enough to drop off her books, Wednesday made her way to Logan's house. She'd been at last night's debate and hadn't been overly impressed... so perhaps the best way to be prepared was to arrive ahead of time and see what was going on.


((OOC: Is there a doorbell or is the door wide open? If it's the second, she's just going to wander straight in.))

[fh_jackass]

[ooc: doorbell for now]

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Ringing the doorbell, she waited patiently for an answer.

[fh_jackass]

Logan yanks both doors open in a grand gesture. "Welcome, candidate!" he says. "Come in, make yourself at home."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Do you know if Connor, Bristow, Jerusalem are supposed to attend?))

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

(ooc: No clue. Jerusalem is busy and will be there slowtime. The others may or may not.)

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Jerusalem also canonically thinks that all politicians are slimy, ass-kissing liars - and those are the ones he actually likes... so you won't be getting any interaction out of him even if he is allowed out of his house-arrest so he can leave campus.

If he does show up, he'll be there strictly to observe and to maliciously hold any and all candidates to their campaign promises. With thumb-screws if necessary.))

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory knocks on the door, and hesitantly pokes her head in.

"Logan?" she calls out.

[fh_jackass]

"Hey! Rory! Come on in," he says.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa wandered down from the Crow's Nest and looked around, finally spotting Logan.

"What d'ye need help with?" he asked.

[fh_jackass]

"Well, we should have some sort of stage set up in the courtyard so the candidates can be easily seen. I was thinking of moving the dining room table out there, but it's pretty damn heavy. Any suggestions?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Logan is earning such good karma with Angelus right now.]

[fh_jackass]

[ooc: I'm sure that alone will get him damned. :)]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[ooc and yet IC: Do vampires believe in karma? *puzzled look*]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hey, Rory's been seriously pimping this thing and telling people to come. And she's not even going to wear the cross that Anya wants her to! *wants good karma too*]

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith knocked on the door. "You need any help setting stuff up?"

[fh_jackass]

Logan opened the door to Faith. "Do you have superstrength?" he asks.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

As Shane approaches the Echoll's house, her eyebrows slowly rise up from behind her aviator shades. She's dressed in a black men's long sleeve dress shirt (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y162/lilspinkchainsaw/Lilart/Fandom%20High%20stuff/shane%20wardrobe/eef99932.jpg) with various punk-inspired collage work in white and red splattered all down the front (which is unbuttoned to an almost obscene degree (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y162/lilspinkchainsaw/Lilart/Fandom%20High%20stuff/shane%20wardrobe/fe88a04e.jpg)), a pair of skin-tight leather hip-huggers and her steel-toed boots.

"Shit," she murmurs in surprise as she slips her sunglasses off. She steps up to the door and rings the bell.

[fh_jackass]

Logan opens the door. "Come on in!" he says.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Around 7:30 PM, Deb shows up towing a large, loaded Radio Flyer wagon. Since moving here, she and Carl have been confirmed pedestrians. She's left him in charge of the Dive, which is quiet tonight.

She rings the doorbell, hearing music already coming from inside.

[fh_jackass]

Logan opens the door, and raises his eyebrows at the wagon. "Come on in," he says. "I've got tables set up by the pool."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_old_firm/]

::Two sharp knocks on the front door::

::Misters Croup and Vandemar stand looming outside, shoulder to shoulder, a small black cooler held in Mister Vandemar's hands::

[fh_jackass]

"Gentleman!" Logan says after opening the door. He looks at the cooler. "Is that the special cuisine I requested?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka approaches the house, alone. She's spent a good portion of the afternoon thinking about the debates, the dangers, and her own plans for the evening.

Unlike last night, she's made no effort to look like anything other than herself. A black leather vest with two buttons, black leather pants, black boots, black mascara and eyeliner, and not much else.

She hits the doorbell, and waits.

[fh_jackass]

Logan opens the doors, and his eyes travel up and down Beka's body. "Welcome, candidate!" he says. "Come on in."