The Boards Orphanage, Sunday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Upon the miraculous appearance of little Angelo-nee-Jims, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and formerly ridiculously wealthy priest-in-training ex-rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, once heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, estranged leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and recently stripped of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke... had felt a stroke of inspiration. If asked, he'd say that he was merely acting out the will of God, who had smiled upon him yesterday, letting him join the priesthood and take young Jims Angelo under his watchful eye.

But really, Jonothon just didn't want to risk losing his own bed and property when he made his poverty vows. He was still very new to this priesthood thing, and looking properly tormented all the time was difficult to do attractively when you didn't get enough sleep.

Either way, Fandom Island now had an orphanage on it, as was right and proper on weekends such as these. After all, there really wasn't any shortage of illegitimate lovechildren being passed about, was there? And this way, they could be raised properly, without the influence of sex, drugs, and illicit sushi to guide them away from the right path in life.

Rock and roll was still on the table, though.

[Open orphanage is open!]

The streets of town- Sunday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia didn't know much of what she'd done over the past day, because it wasn't her doing it. Her split personality Mia was taking over more and more, and leaving Sia to deal with all the consequences! Why had she placed a call to the bank this morning wondering if $100,000 had been deposited to her account yet? Mia, what were you doing?

She'd gone for a walk to clear her head, but she'd only taken a few steps in town before she stopped and clutched her head, because that's what people did when they were going crazy, right? They clutched their heads and said "Noooo" a lot?


[So open. Which personality will you get? Which. Will. You. Get?]

The Rocky Bits [Sunday morning]

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

Olivia (or Olive -- the writers weren't great with continuity, but she was Olivia for the moment) stared bleakly out to sea, the wind whipping about her perfectly styled curls and yet somehow not tangling them at all. She should never have returned here, to this island, after her film career had tragically begun to sink after she'd developed her horrible skin condition. Her ephelides. Even the word had made her shudder, when the doctor had told her. It was something she'd struggled with her entire life, and she'd known, somehow in her heart of hearts, that her red hair had already predisposed her to this condition.

But still. They'd replaced her with a younger, blond actress with a tan, one who would never cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in foundation makeup, and Olive had been sent to the streets.

Now, she would stop at nothing to regain her spotlight. Nothing. She pondered her next move as she stared at the ocean. Was blackmail too far? Arson? Murder? No. She would have her career back, or she would die trying.

[I was afk yesterday but OF COURSE THIS IS OPEN, DON'T BE INSANE.]

Solo-Stark/Swaddlepants Wedding- The Park- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

The Park, Sunday afternoon

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

The word from Nurse Annie had been to find some familiar locations and hit himself in the head there or else Bruce could possibly die in six months.

It was a dire prediction, and not one Bruce intended to let come true. So aside from moments of... let's say 'distraction,' Bruce spent all of his time he past day trying to find two things: first, a familiar place in which he could batter himself about the head. Second, his wife. The most recent one. The one he apparently truly loved. As far as he knew. Except it might be easier to find his wife if he had his memory back, so that was his main focus.

And so he came to the park. It seemed vaguely familiar. There were trees and ducks and ground. Did he vaguely remember this park? Maybe. But he definitely vaguely remembered A park, and all parks were basically the same thing.

So he wandered around the place, looking for convenient things to trip over, or low hanging branches to back into, all in the hopes of reversing his amnesia. HOW COULD IT GO WRONG? Besides with concussions.

[OOC: Open for your parkly needs or, more importantly, if you'd like to be one of Bruce's ex-or-current wives, a scam artist, or someone who can point him in the direction of his true love in vague ways!]

the docks ; sunday afternoon

[necroslacker]

The explosion that had blinded him oh so long ago still haunted Sam to this day. They'd never found out who'd set that explosion and they'd never charged anyone which meant the person who'd done this to him, who'd made the act of wearing dark sunglasses in the bright sunshine happen was still out there.

It could have depressed Sam but he hadn't let it. No. He'd risen to the top of his class and become the LaCroix prodigal son, managing to run an empire without his sight. He'd been in magazines, on billboards and on television and on the radio.

But, the terror and fear still lingered inside him. Someone was still hunting him and he just felt like something was coming for him. Again. He was already blind. Would deafness be next? How much more could he hurt?

And he honestly didn't know how he'd gotten down to the docks but he was there now, contemplating his life.

[It's town so the post is open]

Trooper Station, Sunday [11/04]

[so_hawkward]

Officer Clint Barton stared out across his desk, slowly stirring a cup of coffee as music swelled softly behind him. It was difficult being a man of the law in this town, but it was the only way he could think of to have a chance of finding his long-lost twin brother, and keeping himself busy kept away the memories of the terrible boating accident, the one that had stolen his family away...

No, he couldn't think about that right now. There was too much to do, too much corruption in this town for him to sit and wallow in his own thoughts. So, he sat back and flipped through his terribly cheap prop paperwork, looking for the next person to send to justice.

[Open!]

Skywalker Diamond Mine [morning]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

The con had been set up, the trap had been carefully laid...all behind the scenes because the writers weren't actually clever enough to write a convincing con.

Cade lounged against the front of the cave--partially blocked with rubble because sometimes the writers remembered continuity--and chewed a piece of gum (which was a lot like heroin) and squinted into the sun.

"He'll be here," he told his partner in crime.

Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

So, Sparkle was a little late coming to work today. He had a bit of a hangover from his evening out with Alec, and it was something of a miracle that he'd even bothered to show up for his shift today.

If there was anything weird about the island at large today, he still had yet to notice, though he was kind of side-eyeing a display stand near the counter with what looked to be the Hope Diamond in it.

"Oh, this is so not my problem," he muttered, slumping over the counter and groping around for the aspirin.

[Demon Marcus is open, and Sparkle is just himself today. OCD-Free, because OCD is like effort!]

Outside Diamond in the Rough, Sunday Noon

[solarhippie]

Karolina van Dean (yes, it had been 'von' yesterday, but did you really think spelling was something anyone was keeping track of?) was not satisfied with how her plans were going right now. She hadn't gotten much besides fun out of her little fling with that amnesiac dolt Bruce yesterday, and the clock was ticking. Counting down to what exactly was a mystery, but there was always something important on the horizon.

Like that wedding she'd heard talk of sometime off-screen. That was definitely a place for Karolina van Dean to be: it was just the kind of gathering of influential people she needed in her life right now. But she needed to look the part, so she was gazing dramatically at the window of the jewelry store, considering going in and seducing her way into being given something extravagant to wear.

Or she could sweet talk a hapless passerby into buying one for her. She looked around, hoping to spot a rich-looking gentleman or lady to strike up a conversation with.

[open! duh.]

The Perk, Saturday Evening

[ultron_junior]

It was open mic night at the Perk, and Victor Mancha -- international singing sensation whose warm smile hid a crippling history of vocal amnesia -- was ready to take the stage. The coffee shop was a bit smaller than the stadiums he normally played, but he liked the intimate setting as a way to connect with and thank his island fans.

It also saved the producers the cost of building another set.

He stepped onto the small stage that maybe hadn't ever been there before and sat down on a stool, cradling an acoustic guitar, then smiled with endearing shyness at the audience. (At least, he hoped it was endearing. He spent a lot of time on that expression.)

"Welcome to my homecoming show," he said. "This is for all of you lovers out there."

And then he plucked a few chords and began to sing.

Algunos dicen que el amor, es un río
Eso ahoga la caña tierna.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es una maquinilla de afeitar
Eso deja a tu alma a sangrar.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es un hambre,
Un dolor interminable necesidad.
Me dicen que el amor, es una flor,
Y su única semilla ...

The Dark Corners of Fandom, Sunday evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Her skin was pale and flawless, her hair smooth and shiny as it hung in careful waves down her back. Allie clung to the shadows, an observer of human life that she was no longer a part of.

"You don't know what it's like," she whispered to herself as she watched the people walk past. "You don't know what it's like to be a vampire..."

[One emo, guilt-ridden vampire for the talking to.]

The Skywalker Diamond Mine (again) [Sunday afternoon during the wedding]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

After making their slightly squeaky escape from the wedding with the deed to the mine in their hands, Cade and Atton raced back through the stair-ridden streets of Fandom on their motorbikes and learned a valuable lesson: diamond mining was hard.

"I say we just blow the whole thing up again," Cade said, tossing his spade down in frustration and wiping carefully applied dirt from his face with his shirt. Because people loved shirtlessness.