The James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway, Saturday morning

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude loitered by the foot of the causeway, waiting for the cab to show up to take him to the airport. His mind was already on the competition - and, more importantly, on convincing his parents to let him return to Fandom. He had heard through Jen that his name was already listed as registered at Michael Powers, their high school. In his backpack he had his scrapbook, the handwavey letter from Abby, as many school brochures that highlighted the good aspects of Fandom as he could find, and a lengthy letter from Mai's girlfriend about her successful military career and how Fandom had made her the woman she was today.

She had, wisely, left out the part about it being in the future.

So now he was just waiting. And worrying. And hoping this wasn't the last time he crossed this causeway.

[[It isn't! But he doesn't know that. Open! *hopes for a certain someone but knows that the certain someone's schedule is not friendly to mine*]]

Outside the Kwik Stop, Saturday

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Silent Bob was writing something and occasionally looking up at Jay and snickering before continuing to scribble.

Unsurprisingly, Jay was trying to read it. He was also growing more and more sullen as his every attempt was thwarted with ease.

[[Oh they're not yet dead, they can dance and they can sing, oh they're not yet dead, they can do the Highland fling . . .]]

Band Tryouts, The Devil's Nest, Saturday Afternoon

[swerval_zero]

The lights were up, and the management had thoughtfully set a table up in front of the stage with two chairs for Zero and Parker. There was a drum kit and a few amps already onstage in case anyone needed them.

"All right, listen up," Zero said. "You will wait your turn. Then you will get onstage, tell me your name, your year, any instruments you play including the one you're auditioning on, and what you're playing or singing so I can tell how bad you're butchering it. Then you will play or sing. We may have questions for you. When we're done with you, get off the stage. If you want to stick around and watch the competition, there are sodas over by the bar. If there are no questions, we'll get started."

((Wait for OCD! OCD up!))

The Perk; Late Afternoonish

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

By some miracle of the heavens above, Alphonse was not on the school grounds, but probably because he was trying to avoid it. Avoiding was good, because he was pretty sure last night's events would easily spill into today's as well if he was easily found.

No one would expect him out here. Really.

Alphonse normally didn't drink much coffee, but at least he knew the stuff was pretty good. So, caffeinated drinks it was.

[ ooc: open for poking and all your drinkable coffeestuffs needs. ]

After auditions-- the Park

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had stopped by J,GoB to grab another coffee, then decided to go over and see her acting-mysterious-and-sneaky boyfriend before heading back to school. Maybe he'd actually 'fess up to what he was doing now?

Pffft. Right.

Our Lady of Fandom; [ 09/02 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

The rafter had patched up nicely; one could hardly notice the tape. And, upon further investigation, the statue had indeed lost an eye, but Sister Rosette was unable to fix it.

So, as it was, Saint Joseph the Worker, earthly foster father to the Lord Jesus Christ, now had an eyepatch.

Chrono was certain that it was blasphemy and they were all going to hell for merely having looking apon it. Except for him; he'd been there before, and they usually had issues agaisnt letting you return when you've massaccred a significant amount of their population. Rosette, however, had no such excuse.

"What are you talking about, Chrono?" Rosette yawned as she slumped in a pew; her eyes kept darting to the door, waiting for chances to escape her duties and run around outside some more. "It's completely acceptable. Joseph was a carpenter. There had to have been at least one or two errant splinters that could have flown up and perminantly blinded him in one eye. I'm making the saints more humane, Chrono. People can relate to him better now."

[[ she will be escaping often, but you just might catch her here and there ]]

Caritas [Saturday evening]

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg had given up on being able to throw bottles around, and instead had decided he needed to devise a real use for those tiny umbrellas.

Tonight's use? They were coverage from the lights for the tiny people that Greg had constructed out of bottlecaps and paperclips. Tiny, unrealistic, fake people sunburn easily, you see.

[I'm kind of aroundish, but will be busy with some plottiness, so please to be modding Tino for any big groups.]

All and Sundries// [09/02]

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"But...But Comrade Victoria..."

"I don't see how there's any 'but' about it, Comrade Baldrick. You want to live in a just and classless society, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Well, then you should divide your assets equitably among the proletariat. You have amassed vast quantities of turnips. It's only fair to distribute them among your fellow workers. Unless you'd rather be just another bourgeoise fat cat..."

Baldrick seemed to develop a facial tick as the thought the matter over. Then, he scuttled over to his dog house and slammed the door shut behind him. Seras fancied that she'd heard a lock sliding into place.

Right. That had probably been a little mean. But, bloody hell, the singing.

Seras sighed and set about Windexing the display cases.

All and Sundries is open.

Kwik Stop: Late Evening

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

One of the main problems about living off campus is the lack of food, free or otherwise, that you can get.

Hence Jamie's late night run to the Kwik Stop and his purchasing of food which is not exactly healthy but at least very tasty.

[ooc: Threads locked to those who know who they are]