The Park, Saturday morning

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

Sophie had been on her way to J,GoB for some coffee, happily contemplating the run of the play, her next caper, and Geoffrey, when suddenly

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH

A random rickshaw recklessly ran into her, leaving her sprawled in the street, her purse rolling down an inconvenient storm drain. Dazed, Sophie passed out, her head knocking against the pavement. Five long minutes later, she awakened, looking around. "Hello?" Pause. "What's my line?... wait." Staggering to her feet, Sophie rubbed her head ruefully. "Oh dear. I seem to have forgotten who I am..." Her eyebrows went up. "But at least I know I'm British." She glanced down. "And I have fabulous shoes."

[yup, Sophie's amnesiac too. Feel free to confuse her even further with theories and alliteration.]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday [12/5]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hugo Reyes, the international playboy, was not above doing an honest day of labor before his magnificent wedding this evening.

And that would be why you could find him behind the counter of Groovy Tunes, making sure the arrangements for his nuptials were all in place.

He only hoped that his secret would not be revealed until the legally binding wedding could take place.

[ooc: Open and OCD free!]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

The 'sickness' had been but smokescreen. For in that time, dear viewers, Fred J Dukes was undergoing... plastic surgery!

Long tired of those who betrayed and shunned him, Fred had finally found the outlet to get his revenge. And now, no one would suspect the beautiful blonde woman in the skimpy red dress at the coffee shop to be, in actuality, the evil cattle baron himself. Herself. One of the two.

Indeed, Francine Duquette was a picture of petite feminine beauty, gently sipping at a latte at a table. Inside her head, hers was an evil laugh.

[ooc: Oh so very open.]

jgob | late morning | saturday | december 5

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Since the last time Father Ned had been on this island, he'd traveled the world, tending to flocks far and wide. His work, the work of God, was never completed and Father Ned refused to let Him down. Despite the fact that he'd been to so many places and seen so many things, this island held a special place in his heart. It was riddled with comas, drugs, sex and other evil things but he found himself drawn here like a train car to a conveniently placed cliff.

Father Ned pulled out a chair and stood up on it, deciding here, where people would come and go, was as good a place as anywhere to begin his altruistic mission.

"Friends, listen to my words," he started, holding a hand in the air to quiet the masses (because masses always came to hear him speak). "I am here today to speak to you about the evils of...Christmas shopping. Why, you might be asking yourself, could something where you are giving be considered evil? Because, my sheep, when you are giving a gift, you are telling that other person that you want SEX."

Father Ned was a terrible priest who didn't see all sides of the argument. As evidenced by this sermon.

"When you go out and buy an expensive piece of jewelry, you are telling the receiver of that gift that you expect payment in the form of CARNAL RELATIONS later in the day. This, my friends, CANNOT BE. Christmas shopping is all about the pursuit of SEX! The more ornately wrapped your gift is, the more SEX you expect to get. Or, even worse, you except KINKY things to occur that would make God shudder. You are telling the receiver of your gift that you expect them to dress up in leather or you expect them to let them practice their knot tying with one of their favorite silk ties. My friends, I leave you with this. When someone gives you a Christmas gift, GIVE IT BACK! Making the giver return that gift is telling everyone around them that you REJECTED THEIR ADVANCES. There is no need for Christmas shopping. NO NEED. Don't go Christmas shopping and you will remain FOREVER CLEAN."

With that, Father Ned gave the masses (there were masses, of course) a serene smile and stepped off his chair to take his seat.

[lololol IDEK. anyway, yes, Ned is Father Ned, out to give horrible sermons all over the place. open place in town so open!]

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Through some completely unbelievable convenient twist of fate, Wade was able to be outside during the day. Because filming at night was hell on the schedule.

He stood by the pond, staring at the lack of animals as he brooded on his life. He had the perfect husband and daughter, and yet...

And yet, he was still the monster he'd been since that fateful day so many years ago in Amsterdam. No one ever warned him about it! Why did no one warn him of the dangers of going to a brothel?! "I'll find a cure before they find out," He promised the audience. "And then we'll finally be able to live happily ever after. As god as my witness... i will find a cure."

[[OPEN]]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [12/5]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

[The part of Hoshi and her twin will now be played by Deborah Ann Woll. The part of Porthos will now be played by Scruffy.]

Gunther had been setting up the buffet when Hoshi walked into the lobby, her vicious Rottweiler at her heels. "Get him, Porthos!" Hoshi commanded, and the Rottweiler growled and lunged at Gunther. The chef dropped what he was doing and made a mad dash for the basement.

"Good boy," said Hoshi, giving the dog a pat. "Keeping Gunther in line is one of my favorite parts of this job. The other part is making out with the hot sous chef in the kitchen. But I don't have time for that today, Porthos. I have to figure out what I'm going to do about that twin sister of mine. She's gone way too far this time."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
An Extra Side Helping of Crazy

The Beach; Saturday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

The sky was cloudy, the wind was blowing, waves were crashing. Yes, the beach had become a perfect place to brood. Charles Stark-Bass' hair looked beautiful blowing in the wind like that and the scarf Merlin had given him flapped evilly in the breeze. Being dead for the past year or so had severely sucked and he was determined to get revenge on those who had wronged him.

Do you even know how much TV he has to catch up on? Do you? Goddammit, Sheppard!

There was also the matter of stopping his father from making the one of the top ten biggest mistakes of his life. But first--brooding!

[For the arch-nemesis mainly, but open]

The Church, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.

And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.

The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.

She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.

Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.

The Causeway, Saturday Morning

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

One minute, Jeff had been on the phone with Steve. Steve had had a firm lecture in place for Jeff, something along the lines of how no normal person on Earth ever managed to be late to a high school reunion 'because she wore clogs' and how, honestly, Jeff had had a girlfriend (and how terrifying was that), he should be able to at least talk to women without telling them their hair looked as if they'd just spent the morning encased in beeswax.

Steve was still lecturing when Jeff got onto the causeway, and so Jeff stopped listening for a few seconds to look up and experience the atmospheric marzipan rain. He was back all right.

He stepped into the rain, wondering whether or not he should have brought a helmet--

--"Soon, I'll be back where I belong. I'll be back where I lost her. And then Fandom Island will know the true face... of PORN JELLY."

There was a beat.

"Oh, god," Steve said, "What did you see now?"

Jeff hung up. "I need a new producer."

[[ open to those wanting to use the causeway, and those wanting to bump into jeff ]]

The Graveyard, Saturday mid-afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was wandering around the graveyard, just to read the headstones. (I told you I was sick. Followed by, This End Up.) Possibly hoping to see The Cat. But not Castiel.

Nope, not feeling like confessing. Just grinning secretly.


[Totally unaffected Dinah is here to be amused by your SOW antics.]

Things Reborn, Saturday [12/5]

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

After making a brief stop to check on her dear friend, Harper arrived at her designer dress shop. She had several of her special occasion dresses that she wanted to finish before Hurley's wedding this evening. One of the dresses was for her, and the rest were for some of her upscale clients.

There was evidence of her handiwork in the store window, where mannequins were dressed in very elegant, tasteful evening gowns.


[By special request, Things Reborn is open for your wild costume change needs! OCD-free. SP until later this evening.]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

After leaving Cupid's place, Aphrodite had stopped for a few moments at her suite at the hotel, then taken a few long minutes to walk part way to the store.

Part way, because she'd seen people behaving strangely, and had no idea what to make of it. All she knew was that Fandom was obviously at it again, since most of the time the NPC people she often met did not usually have screaming matches about affairs with priests or who's child was whose. Especially since she knew they didn't have children.

A few minutes of watching that drama had been enough, and she'd zapped herself the rest of the way to the store. She wasn't there long before ( the phone rang )

"Yeah, is Mistress Raven there?"

'Dite sighed. "No. Can I take a message?"

It was going to be a long day.


(ooc: 'Mistress Raven's' messages modded with permission, post open for insanity. 'Dite's herself and will laugh or look perplexed as needed.)

Caritas; Saturday Evening

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg was shocked and appalled at the state of this bar. How was she supposed to show off her creativity and quirkiness in a dump like this? There wasn't enough glitter, wasn't enough half-naked men in leather pants and there certainly wasn't enough random giant dogs lounging around. This was unacceptable! She will never be a famous pop star at this rate. She'll be stuck in this crap town forever.

"My life is ruined!" Meg said dramatically. She pointed at Tino. "You, send a martini to the back. I need it to cope!"

[Totally cheating. Mod Tino! Notifs are off omg so ping me in the OOC thread if you want something]

The Reyes-Wilhern Wedding, The Church, Saturday Evening [12/5]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

It was to be an extravagant affair, with a mariachi band performing the music. Father Ned, of course, had his services hired to perform the actual ceremony. It may have been a rush arrangement, but it had to be. Hugo Reyes needed to marry his blushing bride before she was fully aware of his international playboy reputation, not to mention a few of his other deep dark secrets.

The entire town was invited to attend. There would be a reception after. Assuming everything went as planned...

[ooc: Some OCD first, please! Open!]

The Docks | Saturday Evening

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

The fog around the docks was thick as always, the perfect place to skulk about when you were up to no good. John wasn't up to anything good, a single rose tucked into his lapel as he stalked about the docks. He'd received both flowers and a special message from a heavy breather and wondered idly what that could possibly be about. Perhaps some old flame returned, not that it mattered. Too busy to deal with nonsense, John glared out into the murky dusk to brood about the state of his soul.

Somehow he'd get Skywalker, Bass, and those incestuous Winchesters. He'd make them pay for what they'd done, turning him into a murderer and a thug. He was a Sheppard for Christ's sake! His people raised ponies in Vermont!

One day, when this was all over, he'd return to his adopted family and embrace their pacifist way of life once more. But first, that bitch Charles had to die!

[Docks are open.]

The Docks, Late Saturday night

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

The weekend was almost half over and it was clear that a cheap ratings boost was needed. And as the seaplane landed in the water and pulled to a stop at the docks, it was clear that the cheap ratings boost was here.

The door to the plane opened with a majestic burst of smoke and suddenly billionaire playboy George Oscar Bluth the Third was back in Fandom. And he had business to attend to....

[OOC: I'm not leaving the apartment the rest of the weekend, so why not? Open to anyone who might be at the docks this late.]