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You know that thing that happens when you put in an Instacart order for 4 bananas and the ~~man~~ person doing your shopping gets you 4 bunches of bananas instead? Zoe was certain she'd ordered 10 bouquets of flowers for decorations, and yet some ~~man~~ person had sent 10 boxes of flowers with 10 bouquets each instead, so now the dance theme was just flowers, flowers everywhere, please take some flowers as you leave if your allergies can handle it. This was what she got for testing shipping through Portalocity, clearly.

At least the food order had been normal, and the drinks were untainted, so it was time for a dance!

lockestheway

They might not have been billionairs, but a succesful popstar and a world leader could drum up quite an impressive budget together. The community center itself was transformed, to such an extent you wouldn't recognize it when you entered.

Unlike the white wedding, the colors were pleasantly dark, soft blacks and dark blues dominating the floor, the ceiling, the walls. The lighting implied the ambiance of a sort of upper class rave, with pops of color penetrating the darkness, and tasteful flowering plants lining the walls.

There was a dusting of glitter, a gentle mix of red and white, that blew across the floors and reflected the light at strange angles. The food served at the tables in the far corner - tastefully separated from the rest of the room with dividers that mimicked some of Van Gogh's darker flower paintings - was the work of the Hegemony's own kitchen; fancy finger foods fit for world leaders.

There was a dance floor. There was an expensive DJ, flown in from Milan. Envy's wasn't the only music being played, but it was in heavy rotation.

Welcome, Fandom. Come get your free food.

[[ party open to everybody! ]]

weirderthanthou

You know, 24 hours had really classed up the joint. By which we meant the possums now looked a touch greyer around the edges, and all of them were wearing very fashionable tuxedos as they swanned around with what was largely a collection of mocktails.

You could get the spiked ones if you asked for them, though.

This time, the blue and yellow was all over the floor, leftover glitter stuck to the carpet. The lights were dim, the music was Swift-forward, and a small device near the back of the room projected swirling stars against the ceiling.

weirderthanthou

If anyone asked the mayor, she would tell you she had no idea how a reunion wound up on the calendar this year. Or last time, actually. It was as if the island itself willed it.

And so the community center dressed itself up for a party, sometime into Friday afternoon. Tasteful whisps of glitter decorated the walls. Blue and yellow banners hung from ornate stands, wrapping themselves around the dancefloor as an airy divider.

Possums hobbled around serving drinks.

If Jesse were the type to go to parties, she would have loved to find out how the island managed to swing that.

[[ ~~wait for some ocd!~~ open to all, including alumni ]]

bigdamnprincipal

This year's prom theme was "A Museum Night" - the Community Center's walls were covered in replicas of beautiful paintings along with some originals that matched the general flower theme. The paintings were safe, but the frames had some glitter on them, because of course they did.

There was a variety of ~~moddable~~ food and drinks which currently seemed untainted, and the dance floor was open for a fabulous time!

bigdamnprincipal

This year's prom had an elegant black and white theme, and the Community Center was decked out with tasteful decorations that had all been covered in black and silver glitter. It was still fancy by at least some measures!

The food and punch were untainted (and unglittered) for the moment, and the dance floor was open for a fabulous time!

alwaysonguard

That morning the shop was ready to go with all the equipment and supplies needed to continue working on their first class project. When the time came Dwight started with a small apology to the class.

"Sorry about the unexpected absence last week. Family-related emergency and all that," Dwight said rubbing the back of his head. "But let's focus on the here and now and get back to those projects. We can hopefully get them finished up today so we can move on to the next project when we resume class after those of you who are going return from the school trip."

With that Dwight motioned to the three workstations set up with the in-progress projects ready to go.

"Alright, let's get started!"

died8yearsago

Well, if last week was anything to go by, and the class really was just herself, Kitty, and Blackstone every week, then Rosa was definitely changing her plans for it just a little bit. After all, she was pretty sure both her students were practically already certified Badass Bitches, and anything she could teach them, they already knew. Or mostly knew, with a few exceptions, and, obviously, there was a plan to be enacted in October, but, until then?

"Hey, guys," Rosa quirked up her chin, nodded to the popcorn and beer she'd brought with her. "Figured we pretty much exemplify badass bitchery just by existing, so the best way to really embrace what this class has to offer is to spend a little time honoring some of the great badass bitches before us. With a movie."

And if anyone else happened to show up, well....easy enough, they could just watch it, too.

died8yearsago

Things were probably going to go a very different direction in this class if it turned out that the only people taking it were in fact just her two best friends on the entire island (did that different direction mostly involve day drinking and talking about how badass they all already were? Probably), but, for now, Rosa did come into this with her usual lesson plan, and was still going to go ahead with it even if it was just Kitty and Blackstone, because it was maybe one of her favorite lessons and always a good one.

So Rosa was sitting there, with her feet up on the desk, quirking a brow at who did show up, and then, after checking her watch, shrugged and got started. By gesturing to a whiteboard with a few names scribbled onto it:

EMILY GOLDFINCH
SONIA RAMIREZ
DIANA VALLES
MARCIE BEAUCHAMP

"Alright," she said, "Badass Bitch Survival Guide. It's the first class, which is where we always do our own BABSG introductions, which are actually about crafting new identities, because I don't care who you are, but I am interested in seeing who you can try to become.

"These are some different identities I've used in the past, that I'm okay with sharing because, for some reason or another, I can't really use them very effectively around here any more, or various other places around the country. For all intents and purposes, if you look at the paperwork, they're all actual, real people, with ID and history, they'll pass a background check, they've got goals, they've got some real estate and businesses. And they can all be pretty handy in the pursuit of baddassery. A good, solid alternate identity to disappear into can be a useful survival tool to any badass bitch, and not even just for throwing off creeps and people you just don't want to talk to."

It all came out kind of droll, like she was just going through the motions, all things considered, since most of the people sitting in this room right now (presumably) should not be surprised by any of that.

"So," she concluded, then gave (most of the presumed) class a wry grin, "five minutes. Come up with a good alternate persona. Convince me you're someone you're not. And that's it. That's the whole class. Let's hear what you've got."

somethingwithturquoise

Texts and emails had been sent out very hastily pretty much the moment a certain alert reached both of the instructors for this particular class, but, just in case anyone missed it, there was also a sign on the community center door, as well as the door to the cooking classroom within, that said essentially the same thing as those messages:

Unfortunately, due to a space emergency, CHOPPED: FANDOM will be canceled this week!

Don't worry, it's fine, we'll totally make it up to you next week
(Whether you want us to or not)

S. & S.

So if you didn't already have reservations about this class before, maybe you'd start to feel it a little bit more now.

weirderthanthou

Fandom's reunion mixer was as tasteful as last night's party had been, even if it was twenty years later. And by 'tasteful', we meant 'full of retro 50s robot statues'. They were everywhere, hovering over the food, lurking by coat check, hidden behind the curtains in the dark curtains...

Be careful, folks. They were Out There.

[[ open to all! ]]

weirderthanthou

Fandom's reunions tended not to start off too splashy. There was time to get outrageously drunk, sleep with someone, and then start shenanigans in the morning - you didn't need shenanigans at your opening reunion night party, right?

No, the community center had been tastefully decorated to Fandom party standards: with so much colored glitter that it felt like every time someone moved, they kicked up a small glitter storm. There were artfully crafted yet gaudy squirrel statues everywhere. Fosse lurked in a corner.

And the beverages were many, including a punch thoughtfully pre-spiked.

Welcome to the reunion bash, everyone!

[[ ~~wait for some~~ ocd up! open to all, including alumni ]]

bigdamnprincipal

In response to how uncomfortable this week had been, the theme of this year's prom was a Winter Wonderland. The Community Center was decked out with shiny fake snowflakes, plastic fuzzy snow creatures, and plenty of glitter snow. Cold decorations might not actually chill out anyone's hormones, but it was worth a shot.

The food and punch were as normal as anything could be with all the pollen still floating around, and hopefully everyone would be on their best behavior. If not, you might have some children to explain your actions to in the morning.

[Arrive & Mingle | Food and Punch | Dance Floor | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

chef_chocobro

Tomorrow was guaranteed to be an interesting adventure in trying to figure out exactly what 'How to Be a Chocbro' even meant, but, for today, for tonight, Ignis was relishing a little in being able to do his own thing, free from his compatriots, to conduct what he hoped would be a nice, fulfilling experience of expanding the world of cooking to those who may not quite be the best at it yet.

Of course, he had attempted to teach Noctis Lucis Caelum how to cook, so he did not at all expect any of this to be that easy.

He was rather grateful to have the distraction of something to keep his mind off of that song that was stuck in his head, the one he could only seem to remember the first verse of and couldn't put his finger on anything more than that, not even the title, which was, quite frankly, maddening, too. And so, without further ado, and looking impeccibly stylish in his usual well-tailored clothes and with his spectacularly long, waist-length hair (complete with the usual cockateil-poof of his bangs), he was ready to begin his course, giving a nod to the gathered students.

( In which a man talks way too much about noodles. )

"Any questions before we begin?"

bigdamnprincipal

In the Student Council's defense, having "spring" be the base of the prom theme came up before there was pollen ravaging the air. Were they fully leaning into it now? Of course--welcome to your pastel-colored, glitter-covered steampunk-in-spring prom!

The Community Center had been decorated with all things steampunk - gears, wires, random shiny bits with glass in them - intertwined with flowers and vines and all covered with shiny pastel paint. (The non-shiny paint was buried too far back of the supply closet and really, was it even worth searching for?)

The food and punch were as normal as anything could be with all the pollen floating around, so hopefully you were just here to dance--tastefully, please.

[Arrive & Mingle | Photographer | Food and Punch | Dance Floor | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

betterthanaplan

Oh hey! Look who remembered he had an evening class, today.

Unfortunately, this meant that Duke walked straight into a trap. A glitter trap. The moment he opened the door, a bucket of blue and gold glitter overturned, dousing him head to toe. When the sparkly dust cleared and he'd stopped coughing up spangles, he saw that the rest of the room was similarly coated in a wide variety of sizes and colors. A box on the front desk contained a couple hand-vacuums, a roll of paper towels, a tub of playdough, lint rollers, swiffer cloths, a bag of uninflated balloons, a can of hairspray, and a jar of coconut oil.

"So . . . what," Duke said, swiping ineffectively at his hair (why'd he have to wear it down today?). "We're just supposed to learn by doing?"

No one answered. Duke sighed and went to go sit behind the front desk and poke at the box of tools. On the board read the words:

LEARN BY DOING!
Glitter clean-up

If the glitter trap on the door was magically resetting itself, Duke didn't notice. He was too busy trying to clear glitter out of his eyelashes with equally glittery hands.

betterthanaplan

Duke was back at the front of the class. The list on the board had been mostly crossed out, leaving only the word "booze". He was sprawled in the teacher's chair with his feet on the desk and his flask in hand.

"Sorry I missed last week. I was . . . I don't know, probably being brainwashed by a nine year old girl." He sighed. "Right, so. Our whole 'be prepared for Fandom' thing is a whole lot of bull. There is no 'prepared'. Whatever we come up with will just get zapped away if the island feels like it. All we can do is just do our best to clean up afterwards."

He gestured broadly with his flask without sitting up.

"So. What do you do when the multiverse decides to dump on you? Anyone?"

betterthanaplan

"Right, so. The bags thing last week. Nasty stuff. But my boyfriend managed to find a solution -- or at least a fairly satisfying coping mechanism, which means I have some things to add to our go bag:"

Fandom go-bag
1. booze
2. poncho
3. dish soap
4. an inner tube
5. matches
6. accelerant

"Who doesn't love a good bonfire? Anyone else find something that worked with that crap? I mean, there's also, you know, talking things out, but some people prefer to be able to do something on their own time, not be forced into it by a well-meaning . . . island. Um. Anyway. So. Discussion. How do you deal with your baggage? Metaphorically or literally?"

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