Magic Box [6/13]

[snarkyhealer.livejournal.com]

It was looking to be another uneventful morning, so Shira was sitting behind the counter with a notepad, writing a letter home. Only how did she explain Fandom sometimes? It wasn't always easy.

So it was a slow-going letter, paused by Shira's occasional drifting off into thought and staring off into space.

It was a good day, though, if somewhat slow. She'd take it.

The Boards, Wednesday, Summer Showcase Auditions

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was not nervous about the possibility of putting on a short-notice, small-scale production all on his own, this summer. You shut your face.

What Jono was doing was running around the Boards like a decapitated chicken, putting out tea and lemon water, making certain Joni wasn't underfoot. Or Squall, who was a wildcat. Or Rinoa, who was a finch...

The poster that he'd put up on Saturday was still up, too.

AUDITIONS!
Fandom Island Summer Showcase!

Have a song, an amusing anecdote?
Will you be around to greet the new arrivals at the end of June?
Remember how much you wished somebody had made an informational presentation for you when you were new?
Come audition for our showcase and help traumatize a new wave of residents to the island!

Auditions will be held Wednesday, June 13 and Saturday, June 16
Rehearsals will be Wednesdays and Saturdays
Performance on Sunday, July 1st

All are welcome!

The Boards were open for auditions!

[Up early for timezones and all that, though with a possible slowplay-for-work thing going on. I can sneak pings so long as I make my quota, so I will get to everybody before long unless I'm out for lunch. Open!]

Caritas- Wednesday

[fates_jaye]

If Tino looked annoyed today, it was because Jaye would sit and watch him for a while, then immediately pick up the phone to text Mahandra. She had been doing this pretty much all night and by now he seemed to be nicely paranoid that she was talking about him.

She hadn't actually said one word about him, but if you asked Jaye, she'd call this a social experiment.

The Perk, Wednesday Evening

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony had been very good about his injuries. Very, very good. He hadn't even put on the suit to fight crime with Bobby when they were in New York! That was, like, insane levels of self control there.

But there was one thing he could not resist. That's right, coffee.

One tiny, little cup of coffee couldn't hurt, right? Riiiiiight. Tony was just going to hold his sweet, liquid crack close and enjoy it before someone found out and tried to take it away from him.

[[Open coffee shop!]]