Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny opened up the store on Friday and sat down behind the counter to smoke, drink, and work her way through the mountain of paperwork she'd let build up. Just your typical Friday, really.

After all this paperwork, she was going to have to burn something. She had her eye on a blindingly yellow top. With sequins. It had to cease to exist.

The Woods, Thursday evening

[fh_beasties]

A white mist began to fill the woods, rolling out from where a medium-sized stone lay on the ground. The mist was suffused with a pale white light, slowly growing brighter.

The gate was open.

They came, walking out from the trees, insubstantial at first but growing solid and more real with each passing second.

They were here. The stone had kept its promise.

[They're here! There going to be is some OCD which no one is in any way required to use unless they want to. People can be drawn to the woods to meet their guests, or their guests can go somewhere else on the island and people can be drawn there, or their guests can come and find them wherever they are.]

MHA Lobby | Friday | July 16

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki wasn't really expecting anything to happen today but he was bored enough to be putting in some overtime. He figured he could make repairs to things that needed maintenance or even clean but that meant work and work just wasn't something he wanted to do right now. He wanted to prop himself up behind his desk and collect dust.

Maybe he'd even take a nap or some shit like that. Everything seemed boring and useless and he felt a little empty today. After the past few days, that was kind of shit but Loki wasn't one to mope. He'd just bitch and whine to anyone who came in.

Groovy Tunes, Friday 16

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Del was feeling a little restless on her first day at work, and weirdly enough, it wasn't because of the job, no; she felt like she needed to be somewhere else. Maybe she could send some fishies to look for Dream? She wasn't sure she could pick up his presence of the island, mainly because it had never occurred to her that the Endless could do that -and since they had the sigils for a reason, the youngest Endless had forgotten that fact-. But she had to stay put and do her job. Delirium working would usually imply her chasing very visible music notes at the back of the store, but not today. Today she was bouncing behind the corner, looking at the door unsure of what to expect. She could totally leave a fishie on charge, they were so smart!

And yet she doubted the fishie would be able to give change to the costumes.

All in all, Groovy Tunes was open.

[Open store is open, but interactions would happen after Del/Didi/Dream interaction~]

JGOB | Early Afternoon | Friday | July 16

[therewaslife]

Mister and Miss Owens, late of a graveyard in England, were still enjoying the quaint little island their son had found himself on. They even welcomed the heat having been gone for so long that they'd almost forgotten what weather felt like.

It was a nice day. Mister and Miss Owens had taken up residence at a small table outside, foregoing any food in order just to sit and soak up the atmosphere. Bod hadn't arrived yet but he'd said he just needed a shower and he'd be there. There was time and Mister and Miss Owens were fine with waiting.

They were patient. They weren't talking with each other though Miss Owens had her hand over Misters Owens' own hand, loose and comfortable. Any other time, Mister Owens might act like he didn't want it there (even if he did) but he welcomed it now.

The day was nice. They weren't alive but they were closer than they had been in years. It was amazing.

[Bod's [going] to be here for his parents and the giiiiiiiirl but JGOB is an open place in time that can be used for other things!]

Chilly Boulder [Friday afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben was a slightly obsessive listener to the radio, so it didn't take him long to take his speculations from his conversation with Aravis and the information from last night's broadcast and realize that dead relatives had come to visit the island.

And that his mother had not. But he was fine with that. Really. Even if Anakin had come for Jaina and Tahiri and his grandmother had shown up to see Leia and Granddad, Ben didn't need anyone crossing over from the other side to tell him he was loved. He had plenty of people who were still alive to tell him that.

Truly. So let's just ignore the giant plate of ice cream in front of the totally adjusted (really, just ask him) Skywalker, shall we?

[OOC: So very open. Ignore the piles of emo.]

Somewhere on the Beach; Friday; Early Afternoon

[eyesofahero.livejournal.com]

( Better get over it fast )

[Open, but cut for slightly emo-Cloud doing what he does best, besides killing monsters and saving the world. He doesn't get his dead person, for I am evil.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was not at the front desk today. Instead, she was outside on the front steps of the hotel, smoking a cigarette. The number of cigarette butts at her feet indicated just how long she'd been out there. Every so often, Gunther would come out and try to get Mary to eat something, but she'd turn him down each time.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Fresh Mozzarella and Tomato Salad with Basil Vinaigrette

The Beach, Friday Morning

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Fandom had been giving her a headache.

That wasn't anything new, but this had been a headache buzzing with dreams and whispers and god only knows what-- which had only turned into something that made sense (even if it was still annoying) after last night's radio broadcast.

So Kerrigan removed herself to a place with a little less immediate chatter to get some clarity away from all the bustle. A place to get back to herself, to ignore the little tingle of doubt in the back of her head that kept wondering if someone else wasn't going to make an appearance, to bat away the frustration and confusion at yet another's return.

Her own humanity was a pain in the ass sometimes.

She took a deep breath, and let her mind reach back out, upwards, to that Overlord by the moon and through it, beyond, into Koprulu, touching again on those honey-sweet threatening voices whispering about galaxies burning and wondering how long she had, really, until the Xel'Naga arrived and everyone's time would be up.

The illusion remained this time. But for one single thing.

Her eyes shone golden.

[[ open! ]]

The Perk [Friday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime didn't really need (more) coffee at the moment, but he was at the Perk anyway. With all the weirdness around Fandom he'd learned to tune out the Scarab's near-constant low-grade series of alerts. Because even acknowledging them all would be a full-time job.

Which was Jaime's current excuse for not having picked up on the innocuous little warning of 'previous bearer (deceased) detected'. Not that he knew that was his excuse due to the still not having picked up on things, but still.

It was going to be a really good excuse when he needed to bust it out. Really.

[Open]

The Graveyard: Friday Night

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Dead people mysteriously showing up in Fandom?

Oh, yeah. Gunn was patrolling and being extra cautious as a result. Oh, sure, radio made it sound like a happy family reunion for most people but Gunn was definitely not taking the whole thing lightly.

So tonight the hubcap-battleaxe was making an appearance in the graveyard and Gunn was taking his time with the patrol.

Just in case there were some not-so-happy dead people lurking about.

Things Reborn, Friday

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

Harper didn't have any visitors with her, but that was okay because she didn't know any dead people. At least, she didn't know if anyone she loved was dead. Sometimes her mom and dad were a little slow to inform her of these things.

So the fact that no one had shown up for her was good news. She celebrated this by stopping at the Perk for an iced mocha before heading to the store. She might as well keep cool as she tried to sort out the new inventory of used merchandise.

Things Reborn was open!

The Woods - Late Thursday Night

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Depending on where you were at home, being out at night was either a sure fire way to get killed or the only time you could travel. In Fandom, Kyle Reese didn't like being out when it was dark enough that you couldn't see if something was coming at you before you had a chance to react. But he was out tonight.

He left Alice and Matilda with the room and retrieved one of his guns to add to the stuff in his pockets. Then, with only a brief moment of uncertainty that had kept him alive so far, he left the relative safety of the well lit buildings and made his way to the woods.

Kyle hadn't been sure how he would find the right place once he got there, but there were enough footprints to get the right general area.

There was no one here. He didn't feel a strong urge to go anywhere and didn't remember dreaming, if he had dreamed at all. But from Alice's little sister and the radio report, lost loved ones had come to visit in a way only Fandom could provide.

But there was no one here. No one had come for Kyle and he didn't understand why.

Maybe they were late. Maybe they would come now that he was here.

He could wait. He got comfortable leaning against a tree trunk, folded his arms across his chest and watched the woods.

He would wait.


[Open!]

The park [Friday afternoon]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory had heard a little about what had been going on on the island.

Well, okay. She'd heard that Anakin's first wife was visiting. The dead one. The dead mother of Rory's stepchildren, who were older than Rory herself in one of the timelines to choose from.

So, you know. Typical Skywalker fun.

But Rory herself, as much as she wanted to hide at home and not meet Padmé, was drawn to the island. She took Juliet with her, and got an iced coffee from the Perk before settling in the park. As much as she wanted to meet the first Mrs. Skywalker -- the one who had been married to Anakin, since she'd known an unmarried Padmé before -- her nerves kept her stalling a bit. She fiddled with Juliet's shade on her stroller, she checked her text messages, she even wrote an email to her mother on her phone.

Because honestly, Rory didn't even know where to look. But she didn't want to say she hadn't tried at all, either.

[yeah, if you didn't guess, Rory's going to run into someone. But it's open for anyone who wants to run into Rory and the baby, or Padmé!]

Atlas Gym - Friday

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Atlas had seen Rose in better moods as she stomped through her duties at the gym. It wasn't anything in particular bugging her. Just the fact that according to radio all sorts of people's dead friends and family had come to the island to visit them, and Rose, who normally hoped that the ghosts would stop coming after her, was left wondering what the fuck. So, you know, no big.

There wasn't really anything to do at the front desk which left Rose spending her day training. Even though a 5am text had canceled formal training today, she was in the mood to kick ass, especially that of the heavy bag that apparently needed to be taught several very violent lessons. Pummeling the bag was great. It kept her from wondering why Mason could visit her as a ghost but not in person. It kept her from wondering what was up with Dimitri being drunk last night and warning her off bees. Yes, not thinking about these things was very, very good.

Even if every few minutes she paused to glance out the doors to see if a sandy-haired boy in a green fleece pullover was out there. He might still come.

Caritas; Friday Evening

[eternalstud.livejournal.com]

Damon had figured out what was up, thanks to radio. He found the whole thing very amusing. Hilarious, even.

But why didn't Katherine show up? Didn't she--no, no emo, that wouldn't do. The situation was funny. Not depressing at all. Really.

Oh screw it, he was just gonna get drunk.

[I'm a wee bit distracted, but around. Mod Tino for speediness]

Outback Steakhouse | Evening | Friday | July 16

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

Ned was having dinner with his mother. Thinking that still made his hair stand on end. It felt like his childhood hadn't ever happened. It felt like it'd been one long nightmare and now it was over and he could breathe again.

They'd kept the conversation light. Ned hadn't wanted to think about the past and his mother hadn't wanted to dwell. She'd wanted to hear about his school, Rhode Island, his friends and Kaylee. He'd obliged, of course, and now they were sitting in comfortable silence, waiting for the girl in question to arrive.

Hopefully Ned wouldn't start crying again.

Nast Sporting Goods [7/16]

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

Given the fact that his father was around, K-Mart had handwavily called Sean and told him to keep his ass home, that she'd cover work for him today. Sean, not being an idiot, had promptly agreed.

Which meant that the shop had opened a little late, as K-Mart had class on Fridays.

So now she was sitting behind the counter, doing her best to look productive.

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

[feedsonchaos.livejournal.com]

It was Friday, which meant Hope was at work.

However, she wasn't entirely up to her usual. She was sitting behind the counter and making an admirable attempt at looking like a responsible employee.

Apu, however, was laughing at her. So she was throwing things at him when his back was turned. So much for responsibility.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, orange, red.

Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Marcus wasn't alone when he opened the junkyard today, and he was a touch on the tired side, what with having been awake all night.

"So what's the deal? You running this place?" Rafe had his hands in his pockets while he surveyed the junkyard.

"Something like that." Marcus swung the gates wide and propped them open, then set out the sign.

Rafe turned to look at him, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You've actually got a job."

Marcus glared at him half-heartedly, then shrugged one shoulder, looking almost embarrassed.

His reaction made Rafe laugh. "Never thought I'd see the day."

And Marcus was giving him a crooked smile in return. "You coming or what?" he asked and turned to walk out the gate. Rafe followed, falling into place beside his brother.

[The junkyard is open but it's been left to its own devices, so it's a mod your junkyard day! Shh, it always said Friday.]

The parking lot at the Causeway, Friday night

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I kept my grades up all year, and kept a job, and didn't get in trouble, so... Triumph." Dinah beamed at her dad, still looking for his approval. "Isn't it cool?"

[for the phantoms]