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Lisa and Marshall, after meeting up in the dorms, stroll into town on their first date.

Lisa grins, continually wiping her palms on her pants as they make idle chit-chat, hoping that Marshall doesn't notice and think she's abnormally sweaty. Usually, it is the back of her neck that gets a little sweaty, right under her hair, and her hair is thankfully full enough to hide it. But not this time, of course not. Now she's Palmer Hyperhidrosis McGee over here.

This was so much easier when she was dating a vampire that was just pretending to like her.

First Annual Fandom Towne Harvest Festival SUNDAY

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A Rennaisance Faire

The entrance to the Festival is a large archway that leads you to a costume room. You must be in costume to enter. Period isn't important, and the basic costumes are Ladies in Waiting, Lords, Maids, and Cavaliers. If you'd prefer something else, dig for it...it's probably there.

A short row of small tents is set up for merchants. If you'd like to sell something, claim one, but if you claim it, it must be manned, not NPC'd.

Keep our town clean! Use the garbage cans.Mind the Belthazor shaped crater.

In the center of the park is a huge tent. In front of it is an arena with rows of swords and armor. There will be a tourney, and it is live steel. You are responsible for planning duels if you choose to do so. For the love of mike, wear protective gear. No more bleeding.

Inside the tent are long tables. Snacks and drink are availible all day. The formal banquet will be served formally at dusk.

At the end of the tent is a dance floor. To the side is an area for the minstrels.

CJ, your Queen and Hostess welcomes you. Have fun!

Mainland Hospital Sunday, late morning

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

When Shep cracks his eyes open, something about the angle of the sunlight coming through the window tells him that it's late morning.

The muted pain in his arm and hand tell him that he's in the hospital. He has a few vague memories of Dr. Wilson handing him over to the paramedics and the paramedics handing him over to the e.r. docs. Then a bunch of questions about his allergies and medical history - which got damn tricky given his current situation and people not having certain levels of clearance and the amount of drugs in his system and the amount of blood out of his system. He hoped he didn't say anything too stupid. Then someone was telling him to count backwards from ten... then he was... here...

"The sword fight... right. Damn."

He rolls his head to see his hand being held up in some contraption that probably would have fit in at that mid-evil faire. There's a brace that goes from his fingers to the middle of his arm. He supposes it could be worse, it could be a plaster cast. His fingers are kind of discolored and puffy.

There's an IV in his other elbow. Shep rolls his eyes. He's gonna have to pee every two hours like clockwork with this stupid thing in.

His brain is fuzzy. He suspects that has something to do with the PCM machine hanging on his IV poll.

"Drugs good," he mutters.

He wants to go back to sleep, but suspects he's slept-out for a while. So now he's just bored.



[ooc: Anyone who wants to (and gets permission from the Dean if they need it) feel free to drop by and visit. Once someone brings Shep his laptop he'll turn on his email and instant message programs.:)]

At the Church, Sunday Lunchtime.

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

Manny turns up to Church and unlocks at about 10:30am. He's surprised that the priest isn't about.

The priest is nowhere to be found. oldmrsdoyle doesn't know where he is either.

Manny greets the faithful as they arrive, and explains to each of them that the priest seems to be missing.

The Emporium, Sunday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

A sign in the window reads:

"The Emporium is closed for Harvest Festival. If you need something that can't wait, try upstairs."

An arrow below the words points to the stairs leading to Michael and Ben's apartment.

A second sign reads:

"The Emporium will be closed over Thanksgiving weekend, Thursday through Sunday. Sorry for the inconvenience."

In the park, at the pond... [Within the Faire]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne is feeding the ducks and appears to be bonding with them in song.

Rubber Ducky... You're the one!

The ducks go: "Quack! Quack!"

You make bathtime lots of fun!

"Quack! Quack!"

Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you!
Woo woo be doo...

((Open to all..))

House of Illusions, Late Sunday Afternoon

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Well, the show the other night was strange. It was almost as if LiveJournal had gone crazy and prevented Gob's mun from seeing Lilly's response.

But that was in the past, and the past could be forgotten. Gob held up a bottle of Forget-Me-Nows (pills that Gob claims are a magician's trick, but are in actuality roofies) and admired them. He didn't remember anything that happened, so he could pretend to maintain his dignity about it.

Anyway, the shop was open. Gob decided to take a nap in the booth.

At the Fourth Sin - Sunday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky sits behind the desk, looking very, very content.

She has the air of someone who has spent the last few days in bed resting after a very long and strenuous workout.

Special Appointment at Red's - Shop is closed (NFB)

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For Tara and Shane only. All conversation and activity will take place in the back of the shop with the door closed.

As he had arranged with Tara, Red opened his shop for her and Shane as a special appointment. They would be working on Shane's tattoos and with the special conditions that surrounded it, Red didn't want his shop to be open to the public.

The back room was prepared and his equipment was set up, waiting for the ladies to show up. Castor and Pollux, very excited that something was going on in the shop during the weekend, played in the middle of the floor.

Fliers Around Town

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Seen on various light poles and blowing around town:


The Millennium Falcon will be making a supply run over the Thanksgiving Holiday.

We are going as far as Deneb.
If you need supplies or wish to ride along, please contact Captain Chewbacca or Han Solo, Co-pilot.
We have space for 2-3 passengers (a single cabin and a double)

Students will need a pass from the dean.

All supplies must be paid for in advance via Imperial Credits (Salmoneus at the Bank gives a great exchange rate)
All passage is taken at your own risk. We have a weak spot in the hull and are going for durasteel plating.

We lift at 21 Fandom Standard Time on Wednesday. You must be aboard, with your gear stowed, by that time.


--Chewbacca

Sunday Evening: Perkolator

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After Marty had left that afternoon, Duce had started to feel unwell. She wasn't sure why. Thinking perhaps it was caffeine withdrawl, she headed into town and hit the Perkolator.

Ordering the biggest, most strongly caffeinated froofroo drink they had, she ordered it depth charged with an espresso shot and went to take a seat in the back. Pulling her sketch pad out of her backpack, she idly began to draw a picture of Jonathan's face. As the features unfolded, his face looked almost positively angelic.

He was on her mind a lot lately. This probably wasn't a good sign. She sipped her coffee and flipped the page, outlining boxes and beginning to work on some sort of comic involving space aliens and floating foeti. Because floating foeti are funny.


(ooc: Open to interaction.)