The island - In the Wee hours of Saturday morning...

[old-and-busted.livejournal.com]

The island was quite ready to be gone from Egypt. Not that there was anything wrong with Egypt.

But between the sand and the heat? The island was quite ready to go. And as it began its preparation to send itself to the next destination, a small incident on the island had a cascading effect on its travels. It was kind of like tripping over oneself and instead of going forward you fall flat on your face.

In this case the island was traveling through time but instead of going to a new destination?

The island fell upon itself.

And so the island of the present time merged with one from another time. Technology morphed from its current state to a time of yesteryear. Current hairstyles and fashions become fluffier and... outdated. A time of innocence and rebellion. A world where Ronald Reagan was still president and Michael Jackson wasn't entirely creepy. Yet.

Yes... The island had merged with itself from the 1980s.

May whatever holy power you worship have mercy on our souls.

[And thus begins Hot Onsen Time Machine! Enjoy your weekend in the 1980s!]

All and Sundries; Saturday [ 05/21 ].

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

Gadget wasn't quite sure what had happened to her very clever apparatus for helping her get up to the counter at the store, but that didn't concern her too much. It wouldn't take much work for her at all to finagle up something new and get herself up there and ready for another day at work.

She let out another frustrated sigh when she got up to the counter and noticed that everything she'd constructed to help her run the cash register a little better had been dismantled, too. "Well," she said to herself ruefully, "at least I won't be bored..."

And maybe it would even give her the chance to have a good excuse to avoid going on that date that that squirrel kept asking her out on.

Today's Squishy flavors: Radical Red, Bodacious Blueberry, Gag Me With a Spoon

All and Sundries is open!

The Park, Saturday Evening

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It seemed someone would never escape from giving impromptu concerts in the park after something bizarre happened. Which was good for everyone else!

While the Holograms weren't there with her, Jem could still give one darn good show for this little island! Who wouldn't be thrilled to be a part of that? She was a singing sensation thanks to the powers given to her by Synergy!

It made perfect sense!

So here she was, performing her hit single: Truly Outrageous!

( A lyrical masterpiece there. )

[[SO DAMN OPEN]]

The Smash Club (which will someday be the Devil's Nest): Saturday, 5/21

[nookiepowered]

Even after a couple weeks on the island, Woody Boyd still wasn't sure how he'd ended up here when he was heading for Boston, but he sure wasn't going to knock it. The pay was good, there were no pigs in the club except for Friday nights when those 3 talking ones came in and sat around complaining about the price of straw, wood, and bricks, and everybody around here was just so goldarned friendly!

If maybe a little weird. City folks; what could you do?

[Open!]

Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

"Oh my god, this ice cream is, like, totally rad," Karla said, and then tried not to facepalm. From the moment she woke up this morning, if she didn't pay attention to what she was saying, words like 'radical' and 'bodacious' would sometimes fall out of her mouth.

Which was really just adding insult to injury, considering something awful had happened to her hair and no matter what she did to it, it refused to uncrimp, unfeather, or untease, she had somehow ended up with a faceful of neon makeup, and her shirt was seven sizes too big, slashed to all Hell, and kept falling off one shoulder.

The less said about her too-tight zebra-striped pants? The better.

Which was why she was at Chilly Boulder, turning to the sovereign power of ice cream to make the horror go away.

"Like, gag me with a spoon. This is, like, lame to the max."

Kill her now.

[Open]