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godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for word to spread regarding the removal of the rabbits, gizkas, protopets... and most importantly, the School Board and the Howells.

The lack of needing to pretend they were a Perfectly Ordinary Boarding School meant that the uniforms ~~could~~ had to be disposed of.

In a bonfire, naturally.

[ooc: come one, come all, indulge in some pyromania-fueled catharsis! ocd up, c'mon in!]

nocapesomg.livejournal.com

"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next ~~victim~~ victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]

Current Mood: creative

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Three Minute Dates meant there was a nice bar full of people who had either struck out or gotten lucky on their dates. Though, this week, 'gotten lucky' was taken to a whole new level, no doubt.

Guy was behind the bar now that the dates were over, rolling his eyes at Tino's attempts to get out of work with a 'Sexual Fever'.

Drink Special
Between The Sheets

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ complete! Epic thanks to

mouthy_merc and

also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post ~~will go up on Sunday.~~ is up!

I may pass out now.]

solo_sword

"I'm really here just trying to figure myself out, you know?" said Jaina's voiceover, playing over the sound of some Daughtry song as she arrived at the house with her bags. "I want to meet new people and find out who I really am. ~~And maybe get famous from it.~~"

She reached the door, with her name plastered in front of her in Comic Sans, and when she opened it and called, "Hello?" and got no answers, she thought that meant she was the first to arrive. Which meant she got to be the first and gasp, "Oh my god!" at the once-abandoned warehouse that had been tricked out to be a cool, trendy house for cool, trendy young people. And this meant she was going to get the first pick of rooms!

This is the story of seven ~~or however many~~ strangers, picked to live in a house and have their lives taped. Find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real. The Real World: Fandom.

[You should totally come and meet your new housemate.]

Current Mood: ecstatic

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Prom | Community Center | Friday Evening | Post I

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