JGoB, Saturday morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Not knowing what to expect from a Fandom weekend, Isabel and Wyatt had left Victoria back in Roswell with her grandparents. Isabel probably should have taken advantage of being child-free and slept in while enjoying early morning snuggles with her husband, but excitement and a craving for baked goods had her up and about early.

Coffee and croissant in hand, she took a seat near the window to watch who was passing by.

( It was one of those only in Fandom meetings )

[Pre-played with candycrushlove, conversation to be continued in the comments, but the post is also open if anyone else wants baked goods or to say hi to the alien]

The Beach, Saturday Morning

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Okay. Fine. At a certain point you couldn't blame the island for dumping Rebecca here when she wasn't really doing anything to try to get back to DC.

On the other hand, a ridiculous and immature part of her really wanted to walk on the beach while holding her shoes, so she was doing that.

Not that she was all fun and games. While she walked, she read and responded to emails with her free hand.

It felt nice.

{open!}

First National Bank of Fandom Town, Saturday morning

[usedtowhizz.livejournal.com]

The Fandom Bank was nice and quiet on a Saturday morning. The tellers were going about their business, well aware that there was a chance somebody might stop in to talk about their long-forgotten accounts or something. They didn't expect it to be so windy. But Fandom indoor windstorms... Whatcha gonna do, right?

Unfortunately for them, IT WAS NO INDOOR WIND STORM. James had a rule back when he was in Fandom the first time: don't commit any crimes closer than 20 miles. Maybe 10 in a pinch. But definitely not on the island. But whatever, he was in town and people would be distracted by the reunion stuff. So Speed Demon zoomed into the bank, loaded up several bags, ran around enough to make it seem like regular wind, and zoomed back to the door.

Unexpectedly, he was caught in a web as he sprinted outside. "Crap," he said as he crashed to the ground.

[OOC: For people needing to use the bank or gawk at the supervillain dumb enough to commit a crime today. But not for stopping/catching him because that part is to roll out some of my characters. :D ]

Cemetery: Saturday Morning

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

She had been leaping across rooftops, as you do. She was chasing a particular nasty lurk who had been trying to assemble some artifact of Olos Nah and put it on the shrine of Accabwhec causing the demon of Aiel Reklawyks to rise and destroy Haddyn on even of the appearance of the comet of Ekul. Or at least he had until Mel had grabbed one of the artifact pieces and spent most of the week hunting him down. And he wasn’t going to get away this time.

Not until Mel was leaping across a rooftop and flew right into a portal that had opened up right in front of her. She flew through the portal and started cursing like a madwoman. And she kept cursing as she fell about two stories right into the island of fandom.

“Ruttin’ hell. What the rut did I do to-”

…

“Fandom?"

...

"Rocketship!"

She pulled out her twinkie-phone and started texting out. Maybe some old friends might be around.

Stark Industries, Saturday

[imafuturist]

So, there were two other Tony Starks in town for the weekend. The only person in the shop who wasn't surprised by that was JARVIS, it would seem. Seeing as how he was one program tweaked by all three of them over the years.

"Okay, how about we get some ground rules about touch each other's things?" Tony suggested.

The Tony his age responded with an eyeroll and a, "You know, I owned this place first."

The baby Tony with, "He's worried his suit won't live up to expectations."

And what followed was an aggressive engineering session.

[OCD free and open!]

Fandom Trooper Station, Saturday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

It was a surprisingly busy day at the Trooper Station. There was a guy in a Spider-Man costume, a ghost in a different Spider-Man costume, and a soldier wearing a heavily armed alien costume. Jessica needed to talk to some of these people… and ghosts… but first she had to get some paperwork done to sort Speed Demon out since he was currently in a cell being watched by freaking Venom.

While she did that, Ralph made coffee, Peter stopped in the locker room to change into his civvies, and Ben just changed because he was a damn ghost and could do whatever.

[OOC: Open to all cops, criminals, and visitors of either! There are slightly more prisoners in today than usual (one!), so please be mindful of that.]

JGoB, Saturday Morningish

[dollpocalypse]

Yes, so part of being back meant getting a doughnut and sitting at his favorite bakery for a while.

Topher grinned at the girl at the counter. "Remember me?"

"I've only been here a month," the girl snapped.

Topher squinted at her. Was it just his nostalgia or did she look like every other cashier he'd ever seen on this island? "No," he said. "I think you were here longer than that."

She groaned. "What'll it be?"

[[open!]]

Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy wasn't really aware of anything strange going on today. He'd slept late and just barely managed to pull himself into work before falling back to sleep again. It probably wasn't a great idea to be around guns when you were sleepy but Bellamy wasn't planning on shooting anything.

He propped himself up behind the counter and was there to help you like the kind, overachiever he was.

Heh.

[Open, no OCD]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Oh, sweet, beautiful weekend. Jono had been looking forward to it all week, just so that he would have a proper excuse to make his way to the Groovy Tunes to go through the new music selection. A new single by Janet Jackson, an import of the Very Best of Art Garfunkel (UK Edition), a new album by The Doors (which would be coming home with him, thank you) and A-ha (who Jono was sort of surprised to see was still making music), and a handful of DVDs...

Huh. Darren Hayes was still relevant enough to be putting out a video?

Look, it was entirely possible that Jono was well aware that there was a big thing of some sort going on around the island this weekend (he was a telepath, thank you, and everything had gotten rather more loud upstairs than the island generally involved), and it was also completely possible that he was throwing himself into his job today very thoroughly so that he'd actually have the spoons later to deal with it all.

And if he actually happened to sell any music today, even better, come to that. He still had the Help Wanted sign in the window, with a few shifts left over through the week, though he wasn't holding his breath (ha) that there would be any sort of stampede for people to come claim them.

[OOC: Groovy Tunes is open! And OCD-Free!]

The streets of Fandom- Saturday afternoon

[smartestone]

Hermoine had changed over the course of the gremlin bite teh summer. No longer was she Hermine Grainer, Hogwarts student and brain! No, now she was Serena Moonstar Fairyweather, a witch who is also part vampire and angle, and also went to Slytherin. But now. She's graduated, and she is an ordinary collage student who is really plain but also really beautiful and the most powerful with ever, except she was clumsy and fell down all the time. She had super long honey blond hair with bubblegum pink tips and had ceruleen blue orbs that changed color when she changed moods but she was just really ordinary like you or me. She was wearing daisy dukes and a black tank top and jewelllry she got from Hot Topic like anyone else her age. She was really depressed because she couldn't find a boyfriend but her roommate was going to have her go interview some guy so maybe she would find one there.

She was walking along and fell down. "Oh I'm so clumsy" she said


[It had to be done. OPEN.]

Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

So, originally, the plan had been for Karla, Warren, and all three children to show up at Fandom this weekend and do the whole reunion thing. They'd see old friends, show Nyles and Cora the island, and take a ridiculous number of pictures commemorating things that really didn't need to be commemorated. And then, last night, Cora had come into Karla's parlor before bedtime complaining that she didn't feel good. And then had promptly thrown up. Nyles, who had been a footstep behind her, managed to keep down his dinner, but was flushed and feverish.

Long story short, Cora and Nyles had come down with chicken pox. And as much as Karla would have liked to simply Heal them and be done with it, getting chicken pox now meant they wouldn't get worse illnesses later, and so Warren and Karla reluctantly agreed to let them stick it out. And that clearly meant that at least one parent needed to stay with them. But Kayla, being far too young, needed to be kept away. And so, after a spirited game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, (best two out of three, and no, Warren, she didn't cheat), Karla had ended up being the one who got to take Kayla away to the island for the weekend, while Warren and his healing factor took care of two thoroughly miserable children.

On the other hand, now Karla at least had a good excuse to take a million pictures? Like the ones she was taking now, of Kayla smearing vanilla ice cream all over her face as she attempted to spoon it into her mouth. Thank the Darkness for data plans.

Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had listened to Tony's radio, and certainly noticed there was more than one of him - ah, the stuff of nightmares - but somehow that hadn't translated to anything in Clint's head until he got to the gym and noticed there were a lot more people than usual, and he didn't recognize most of them.

"Oh, it's one of those weekends," he muttered, shaking his head and moving behind the main desk. Hopefully, more people wouldn't turn into more complaints, and he could do his paperwork in relative peace.

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary never should have agreed to run a promotional deal with Portalocity. When they sent over their first list of reservations for the weekend, it was no big deal. When a second list arrived 20 minutes later with more reservations, Mary found more rooms, although it took a little bit of effort. When the third list of reservations arrived, Mary called over two of her maids to ask if there were any additional rooms available. Unfortunately, there weren't many, due to gremlin damage. When Portalocity faxed over a fourth list of additional reservations, Mary started frantically trying to call the Portalocity representatives to tell them that the hotel had no rooms left. But there was no answer, and then another fax arrived from the Portalocity offices with even more reservations.

Somehow, Mary managed to find beds for everyone, even if it meant a roll-away cot in a shared room. But she had a feeling it was going to be a rough weekend. "Free breakfast for everyone this weekend," she told Gunther. "Maybe we should throw in free lunch and dinner as well if they want it. We're going to have some unhappy guests complaining about the arrangements all weekend and we might as well give them something. Oh, and can you grab all the extra spoons you can find? Someone requested them."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pan-Roasted Swordfish Steaks with Mixed Peppercorn Butter
Lentil Salad with Tomato and Dill
Concord Grape Sorbet

No Vacancy


[Room Assignments are here. If you specified that a child or pet was staying in the room, that's fine even if they aren't listed on the spreadsheet.]

The Park over by the Belthazor Commemorative Ditch [Saturday, September 5, 2015, dawn]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

The Park over by the Belthazor Commemorative Ditch, Well After Dawn

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB waited to walk through the portal until he could make a grand entrance. Over on his side, he had a morning Scotch, took a nap, tried to pick up an undercover cop posing as a hooker but he kept insisting that she would enjoy herself so much that no money should have to exchange hands until the whole thing was clearly a waste of time and the sting operation moved on.

Suffice it to say, GOB waited too long.

Even as his iPhone blaring Getaway played, he looked around at the part that had emptied out by now and asked, "What the [microphone feedback]? Where is everyone?"

[OOC: Had to. Open to stragglers or people who are just in the park normally by this point!]

Luke's, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

So according to radio, there was a thing happening today. A thing that apparently involved, at the very least, multiple versions of the same person occupying the same space.

So Eliot went to the diner. Because that seemed like the sort of thing people would want comfort food for. And because if he had to run into other versions of himself or his friends, he wanted to be on his own damn turf when he did it, thanks.

Everything seemed pretty normal until a guy came out of the freezer wearing a hazmat suit and carrying an enormous tool box. Eliot picked up a barbecue fork.

"Oh, don't mind me," said the man in the hazmat suit. "I was just checking on the generator. Doesn't do to let a nuclear reactor go too long between check ups." He pulled off the hood of his suit and smiled. "I'm Vincent. Former owner of this fine establishment. What happened to the 'Cafe' part of the sign?"

Well. At least he wasn't an alternate Eliot.

Today's specials
Four cheese baked macaroni and cheese
Garlic red-skin mashed potatoes
Cherry pie

Luke's was open.

The cemetery- Saturday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Buffy had showed up at the dance, but then decided to skip out early and hang out in the cemetery like the olden days. She doubted there'd be anything worth staking tonight- hopefully- but given how event weekends had gone in her day, better safe than sorry.

So there she was, sitting on top of a gravestone, waiting for something to happen.

[I missed patrol posts! Open!]

Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel chose not to try and explain to himself why he had returned to the place where he had lived through the aftermath of his most humiliating defeat. He was an archangel and had been turned into a monkey, a human. Yes, there had been a lesson to learn from it, and that had stayed with him, but it didn't mean he liked to think of it often.

Cat yawned and found a comfortable spot on one of the pews. She had stayed with him ever since Karal had brought her to Gabriel in this very church, claiming that he needed company. Perhaps he had been right, but Gabriel didn't think of that often either.

He folded his wings, hiding them, and remained perched on one of the beams, like some accidental sculpture.

[Open! Come and chat with the archangel.]

Demon Marcus, Early Saturday afternoon

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

The first order of business was obviously a change of clothes. Formal Aleran robes were all well and good if you had to go to a bunch of boring governmental meetings, but clearly that wasn't going to be a thing here on the island, so Max was shopping for something more comfortable.

Well, maybe even somethings. He had plenty of money, after all, so why not make sure he had plenty of comfortable stuff to wear for, well, however long this lasted. (Please let it be a long time!)

He was over looking at the jeans, grinning as he pulled stuff off of racks. "Oh, denim," he sighed, "how I've missed you."

The Perk, Saturday mid-morning

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade's portal had arrived a bit later, but only because he'd gotten to have a layover for five hours in a karking men's truck stop bathroom. He would never be clean again.

"Coffee," he told the barista with a glower. "So. Much. Coffee."

He slumped into a seat and glared at all of the unfamiliar faces outside the shop. Ugh. Fandom. Hopefully most of those people weren't karking relatives.

[OOC: So open.]

Come As You Were Dance, Community Center, Saturday Evening

[bigdamnprincipal]

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

The Photo Hut, Saturday Afternoon

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo was behind the counter as if he'd never left. Of course the technology had completely changed so he was mostly futzing around with the various cameras trying to figure out how they worked.

But he'd totally be willing to help anyone (well, try) who came in.

Deep in the Preserve, Saturday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Really, there were old habits that died hard whenever Reno made his way to the island. For example, for all he liked to pretend that he didn't give a shit about his abilities, that his speed and dexterity and fighting skills were all just natural to him, Reno had developed a habit, in his years around Fandom, of going out and training. A run around the island in no time at all, some crazy gymnastics through the trees. Practicing his form with his stun baton, which was doubly important these days, since he was pretty strictly rationing when he used his materia.

The stuff was a black market commodity these days for a reason.

So, there he was, deep in the woods, beating up on tree trunks. Because how else was he supposed to spend a reunion weekend afternoon, right?

[OOC: Open preserve! Of course!]

A Very Wonderful Show!!!!, The Park, Near the Duck Pond, Mid-Afternoon

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

"TIE A YELLOW RIBBON! ROUND THE OLD! OAK! TREE!"

It was definitely the most wonderful, musical, fantabulistical musical performance ever in the history of Fandom ever, as two clearly insane people beautiful sisters stood up on a park bench their stage and serenaded the throngs of admirers.

"SING YOU PRICKS!" Jerry screamed, holding his microphone out to one of the flamingos.

The flamingo smelled the microphone and tentatively tried to bite it.

"JERRY! Our opening act, Jerry!" Jerry applauded the wonderful mouth-eating flamingo!

"Our opening act is late!" Jerry announced. "We must stall for time! I will do gymnastics while you report the weather!"

And so now one cl sister was attempting to do handstands, on the park bench, while the other informed the interested ducks that it was hailing peanut butter nickels in Tokyo.

"THE HUMANITY!" one Jerry screamed.

(Okay, if you don't know the Jerries? They're crazy as shit and they are not taking the meds. That's it. That's the entire explanation. SO VERY OPEN.)

Rooftops of Town, Saturday night

[amthenight.livejournal.com]

Batman was perched on the corner of a rooftop, watching the town. Waiting for the sound of any kind of disruption that needed intervention.

It was going to be a long night. This certainly wasn't Gotham. It wasn't long before he was even checking in on Justice League frequencies for an excuse to bail.

Nightwing approached silently, not speaking until he was right behind Batman. "You know, nothing's happening tonight. You could just take it easy."

"You're up here too," Batman said.

"Yeah, but I don't think I recognized a single person," Nightwing suggested. "Either people from my two stints here didn't come back, or I have a way worse memory than I thought."

"Probably the latter," Batman prodded before going back to observing.

"I'll be on the other corner," Nightwing said, turning around. "Let me now if you need anything."

[OOC: Open for other people on the rooftops or in need of guest vigilantes!]

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Saturday

[shapethecentury]

There seemed to be more people milling about the island than there usually were. Bucky had paid no mind, though, beyond smiling pleasantly at some of the new ladyfolk he'd seen on his walk to work.

He was a little more concerned with what he could have only decribed as a strange feeling of... anticipation, inside the store. He spent an embarrassingly long while pacing around the store, trying to find something that could have caused the feeling. Like something out of place.

But he found nothing.

So he hung the HELP WANTED sign on the window again (graduation had not been great to his employee roster), and tried to go about his business. Making sure the shelves were stocked and there was all the candy anyone could possibly want to be sold to any newcomers on the island.

(open!)

Fandom Streets [Saturday Evening]

[umbitch.livejournal.com]

Did you really think Dolores Jane Umbridge was going to arrive in something as insipid as a portal? It was not going to happen. That way of travel was for her inferiors, the people she liked to step on with the heel of her crushed rose petal pink shoes.

Umbridge had arrived and was out on the streets, alone. It was funny how stupid this town still was, putting everyone together in one location like that didn't make it such an easy target. But, Umbridge wasn't going to approach. She knew she'd be recognized and she wanted to have a little fun before disappearing once again.

Her wand was tucked inside her skirts, easily reachable should anyone try anything ridiculous. She didn't know how many people would actually realize who she was but she wasn't hiding. She was walking the streets, head up, chin high.

Like she owned this town.

Because she did.

[Umbriiiiiiiiiiiiidge. Open, of course. She'll spell you if you want or just be a creepy cat plate loving former headmaster too!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike was aware there was some kind of a school-related shindig happening in town. He also knew there was a ton of people on the island so he figured this was not a work shift to miss. Maybe it'd get a little more interesting than most weeks.

He hung up the specials board and settled behind the bar.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Absent Friend
Friend of A Friend

Shut up, he couldn't resist a good theme when one came to him.

[ocd up, have at!]