The Great Fandom Fight, The Park, Friday Afternoon

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A long time ago, Drax had set today as the Fandom Multi-Cultural Festival. As the date got closer and he had to deal with things like prankster fairies and rabbits made of chocolate, Drax realized that he really preferred mindless violence over multi-cultural understanding.

As such, Drax went ahead and spent school funds on adult-sized Sock 'em Boppers, Inflatable Pummel Sticks, and Inflatable Sumo Suits.

Several areas were set up, one for dueling, one for playing Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots, and a large area by the pond for a free-for-all.

Drax posted three rules in plain sight everywhere: 1) There are no rules. Just fight. 2) But if you fight without the ridiculous inflatable padding, Drax may be forced to hit you. 3) And if you try to hurt anyone, Drax may be forced to hit you.

Sure he was wearing Sock 'em Boppers over his hands. But still. A cosmically powered punch dampened by air and vinyl is still pretty impressive.

In any event, it was time to rumble in a safe, padded way.

[OOC: Seriously, this was going to be a multi-cultural festival, but it was decided that punching people would be more fun. Seems like something good to end the summer on.

I just want to take a minute to give a big thanks to everyone who's participated in the Friday Events this summer. It's been a blast to coordinate them and I hope you've all had fun playing in them!]

Luke's Diner, August 24 (Friday)

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With summer winding down, Yitzhak was putting some serious thought into a trip to the beach. Maybe a little too much thought; he was currently sipping a pina colada out of a cheesy coconut-shaped mug. (Okay, as far as pina coladas went, it was more of what the Angry Inch used to call a Schlatko Special: about six parts rum to one part pineapple juice, with just a splash of coconut cream. And hold the ice, because Skszp had thrown the blender out of the motel room window at a yowling cat somewhere in Nebraska a couple of years ago.)

To the kitchen staff's evident relief, at least he'd foregone the bikini. But not the grass skirt. Or the specials board.

Today's Specials
Kokomo Burgers
Fun Fun Fun Fries
Surfin' Safari Shakes
Good Vibrations Garden Salad

(The words "Garden Salad" were smudged, and looked like someone had changed them to . . . probably something dirty before they were changed back. The culprit probably had dented shinbones now.)

Surf's up, and Luke's is open.

[OOC: Usual "ping-after-work" caveats, etc.]

Book Haven: Friday 10-PM [8-24-07]

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Millie opened the store and promptly disappeared into the back to work on inventory. No worries though, if anyone comes by, she'll know!

James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway, Friday afternoon

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Jude sat on his backpack, board across his knees, confirming travel plans with his parents over the phone. Loudly. In Polish.

This was it. The big trip. Away to Toronto with his bouncy, hyper, not-even-from-this-planet, machina-obsessed, ass-kicking, oddly-dressed girlfriend to meet his parents and the friends that he still wasn't completely back on the level with after that whole mess with the yelling and the road trip and the chimichanga machine.

Oh, this was going to be the best vacation ever.

. . . chimichanga.

[[Establishy because the laptop is being packed up in a second. Goodbye, I love you all, I will see you in a week!]]

J, GOB - Friday Evening

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This time the meeting wasn't in a temple on a far off island.  This time the meeting was in J, GOB which was oddly closed to everyone else.  Pastries and strategies.  Best combination ever (according to Deadpool at least).

Aly waited until everyone had arrived before she started speaking.  She was pale and moving a bit slowly, but that was all she was going to admit to.  "I think it's obvious to everyone that we've come to the end of the line here.  Umbridge needs to go.  She needs to go now.  She's stopped even pretending to protect the students or listen to the teachers.  She been hurting them with things far worse than minor curses and jinxes.  It needs to be over.

"So  Anakin and I were thinking an all-out strike on her house.  We'll need a fairly strong strike team of the fighters here who want to participate.  Only adults.  We don't need to wrap the students or even the graduates up in this.  We were also hoping for a support group of those who might not be quite so focused on fighting to form a perimeter around the house, ward away students if they come close or pull people out of the way or to the clinic if someone gets hurt.

"Other than that, the meeting's open for suggestions or comments.  Please keep this under your hat  It's only going to be a day or so, everyone can keep their mouth shut that long."

[OOC:  Meeting is for those adults/teachers who know who they are and NFB.  See the OCD threads below (wait for them!) for further information]

Ching Tai - Friday Evening

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Neil couldn't help himself and so there he was, like a dork, holding the door for Andrew.

"I've heard they make some great currey dishes here, do you like spicey?" He asked, giving the place a quick glance and hoping they could find a table pretty quickly.

[ooc: Neil and Andrew are here on an official daaaayyyte and their thread is locked to them. Otherwise, open for your Chinese snacking needs!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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Once again, the little orange kitten was prancing around her domain, which happened to be the hotel's lobby. The staff had given up on seeing Mary return to human form anytime soon. In fact, someone thought it would be cute to give her a little rhinestone collar and tag with her name on it. The kitten loved it and was looking forward to showing off to visitors.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Catnip

The Devil's Nest -- 08/24

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Besides serving the drinks, which she didn't mind and would actually miss a lot, not much work could be expected from Setsuna tonight. She didn't mean to appear lazy or uninspired, really, but she was too busy brooding thinking to really get the urge to do much here. She felt it would be pointless. After all, she'd handwavily made the call to Elder Konoe and made it official. He should enroll her at Mahora for the next semester instead of Fandom.

The decision had been both difficult and simple; she should have done it a long time ago, but she would miss this place, the people, even working at the bar. Although, really, she thought, smiling slightly, she knew the girls of 3-A would probably insist she keep it up. Anything for a party, those girls. She missed them. Most of them, and, of course, Ojou-sama...

She sighed, pushing up from where she was leaning on the bar, and gave an idle glance around. Her dye had finally started taking again; her eyes were back to brown. She was back to 'herself' again.

It felt good.

The Devil's Nest is open.

Photo Hut, Friday

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Leo had done a bit of experimenting, and so he had a batch of 'special' chocolate chip cookies to share.

Photo Hut is open.

Wonders of the World, Friday

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Grand Opening!
Buy one round, get one free - Miniature Golf and/or Go Karts

There was hustle. There was bustle. There were balloons. LOTS of balloons. There was also a Joanna Stayton, and she looked pissed. Because she always looks pissed.

Wonders of the World Miniature Golf Course is open! Come and enjoy yourselves.
( The course list )

[ooc: Please wait for The OCD is up! TY suit_of_awesome for making this table.]

Fandom Post Office - Friday

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Liz came in to work on time and set up for her shift.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was at the bar without any weaponry. That didn't stop Tino from watching him suspiciously, of course. GOB was an illusionist, after all. For all Tino knew, there were weapons stuck up places that Tino didn't even want to think about. Of course, thinking that meant that he was thinking about it.

That's why Tino was drinking tonight.

[OOC: I'm likely slow tonight. Mod Tino for speed, wait for GOB for quality.]

Heading out of Town: Friday Afternoon [8-24-07]

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Lana couldn't believe she was really heading out of town for a week away with Jim. A week up in a secluded cabin in Vermont, just the two of them. This was going to be wonderful!


[And Jim and Lana are gone till next weekend!]