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Atton hadn't been this hungover in a long time. He'd mostly stopped drinking about eight years ago, and he felt it. The morning had been spent in his hotel bed with the lights out, and so had half the afternoon.

By three some sense of humanity had been restored in him, enough to check his phone and find five worried texts from his roommate, two angry ones from his drummer, and a cheerful inquiry about a planned record store trip from her brother. He didn't know how to answer them all, so he got up, picked up some dirt-cheap coffee at Mooby's, and let his feet carry him.

As always, they carried him here, overlooking the water. For once, he felt light, if moderately embarrassed and worried Summer might remember more of the last hour of the night than he did.

He sipped his coffee and looked out at the mainland. Processing, but not in a bad way.

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suitably_heroic

Last Wednesday, Atton had shown up to Caritas for another round of karaoke, and found-- well, something else. So he'd done the sane thing, gotten out of town, gone back home. It'd been nice, for a while. And then a little maudlin.

That maudlin still clung to him when he'd returned to the island that afternoon, and it didn't seem to want to go anywhere. So he did what he always did: he went for a walk, following the island's coastline, watching the grey water wash gently up and down the beaches, the rocks, crashing against the wall where the island's streets raised themselves far above.

And now he was back here, at Galactica Point, hands in his pockets. Staring out at the mainland, as per usual.

His mind mulling over useless words, trying to find some to fit the mood.

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suitably_heroic

Fandom's usual obnoxiously nice PW-weather front had cleared sometime early in the morning. Atton had noticed: he'd been around, thinking about life, and Mical, and that little kernel of terror at his heart that still expected something horrific to happen just because he'd openly bared his spleen to mr. Jedi Man himself.

But nothing terrible was going to happen, was it?

Cutting Mical out of his life would be as easy as dropping his comm into the ocean and making a run for it.

With that in mind, he walked to the waterside, and watched the sun come up. He lingered there for a few hours, staring out over the mainland. He should call Sia. Talk to her about the weekend, about everything. She'd be awake in a few hours more, wouldn't she?

In the end, he took the coward's way out. He reached into his pocket and got the little phone he'd picked up over the weekend - during a mainland run he'd assured Mical was just to pick up groceries for the week, because once a liar, always a liar, even when you tried to be truthful about the real stuff. He took a breath, and then scrolled to one of a small selection of numbers. "Hey, Si. I had Mical over for the weekend..."

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suitably_heroic

He knew she was coming. She always did. He wanted her to.

And yet Atton, contrarian as always, had left his hotel room last night and gone for a walk. Made himself hard to find. Kept walking, until he found himself here, sitting at Galactica Point, his back to the little chest-high walls intended to keep people from falling over into the sea.

The shadow fell over him, and that was all.

"Come on, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable."

"On the stones?"

"You're a Jedi. I've lived in that temple. You've sat on a whole lot worse."

Meetra Surik let out a soft huff, almost in spite of herself. She nodded. Sat down, her legs folded neatly below her. "You seem calm, this time."

Atton shut his eyes against the sun's soft morning rays and said, "I could use the break from the ascending progression of 'worst possible things that could happen to me'."

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suitably_heroic

are u sure we cant stop by? he's worried

he's always worried Jill

yeh but ur never this weird

I'm going to take that as a compliment

nicholas come on you know what I mean

I'm fine. I'll be back at the end of the summer. I told you that.

It was a nice evening. Sun setting, not too warm, the kind of evening that made Fandom look almost magical. It had gotten Atton up and walking from his hotel room, restless, once again listening to Earth music through one earbud while his mind wandered all over. Trying to figure out why he was here, what he was hoping to get out of this, why he hadn't found it yet. And how it connected to the way he didn't feel so damned terrible to be here anymore, it was just-- a nostalgic kind of sad.

Thinking that kark it, sometimes he wished he was Anakin Skywalker. A man so black and white that, whatever drove him to brood, Atton bet the guy at least knew what it was.

He sucked in a breath of moist almost-oceanside air, and watched the low walls pass him by as he walked the perimeter of the old town again. Sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose, at least until he got to Galactica Point, his old haunt, and pushed them back up to between his eyes.

He parked his arms on the wall and stared out over the ocean.

At least whatever Spotify was coughing up matched his mood.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer hadn't been lying to Duke when he said he hated being alone with his thoughts. Just... sometimes his mood propelled him to anyway, and while the worst of the edge had come off his pensive state of mind after Octavia's visit on Tuesday, he still felt... unusually quiet.

Quiet enough to go for a walk along this side of the island, instead of going to see if there was anyone willing to be bothered in Fandom's port. He had his long grey coat back on, and he strolled idly over stairs and along the winding path by Fandom's outer walls.

Occasionally stopping to stare out over the water.

Not long from now, he'd be surprised with a phone call from Miss Lopez, and he'd be happy to let her chattering wash over him and distract him. For now, he was just... ambling.

[[ open, CW: discussion of narcotics use in the Seivarden thread ]]

my_own_advocate

Lucifer had certainly had worse weekends on Fandom. It was quiet, yes, but for once he didn't feel the manic need to end that quietness, to fill it with something loud.

Intead he went for a walk, and actually took a moment to enjoy the sunshine. To watch the few active rickshaws move nimbly up and down the stairs. To listen to the birds. All that sort of thing.

He came to a stop at Galactica Point, as had always been his wont when he wandered. He put his arms down on the thick stone fence and looked at the water.

His phone rumbled.

With a frown, he reached into his pocket to produce it, and saw--

--a picture from Miss Lopez, of a cat with a chicken. He rushed to unlock his phone, jumping over to his instant messenger app and found that all of his sent messages from the past few months were suddenly set to read.

Heart leaping into his throat, he skipped to Miss Lopez's message - the only person who had answered him so far - and typed I'm going to take that as sexual innuendo, you know how I feel about cats. Hit send.

And watched it get stuck on 'sending' again.

Right. More angry phone calls to Portalocity, it would have to be.

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my_own_advocate

Octavia was definitely back, if in a mute kind of mood. So Lucifer did as he'd said and walked away, leaving the opening to her.

Of course, that just left him walking on an island where there wasn't actually a great deal to walk to. Certainly not on a Sunday. And he wasn't aware of anyone brooding - or anyone provoking said brooding - about the situation somewhere else.

His walk instead carried him directly to Galactica Point, where the waves crashed moodily into the shore. Why had he settled on such a small island, again?

Oh, right. Because it was the opposite of LA.

Lucifer sighed, sliding the phone out of his pocket. "Well, if Octavia's back," he said. His universe had slammed shut shortly after she left - maybe it was back, too?

His thumb slid over the Detective's number-- lingered-- and then moved up to Ella's. He pressed down.

No connection.

Lucifer let out a frustrated sigh. "It can't ever be bloody easy, can it?" he snapped irritably, turning his eyes up from the sea to the skies. "Oh, I'll be you think you're bloody funny, you perverse controlling bastard!"

Sigh.

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built_fjord_tough

Fjord really, really needed to stop waking up washed ashore on beaches after horrifying dreams. Last night's dream had been like the one before in reverse, had involved the coils with many eyes wrapping around him and pulling him away from the...

... From the what, he wasn't sure, but there in his dream he'd been crushed halfway to oblivion, the cold, booming voice in his head speaking single words again, that guttural growl snarling possessively right into his mind's eye.

WATCHING. RETURN. PROVOKE. CONSUME.

Again he'd woken up coughing seawater, and then he'd just sat there overlooking the waves, getting his bearings. Re-playing what he remembered of the last few days over and over in his head again. Holding out his hand and calling the falchion into it in a familiar splash of seawater. It was whole again, only the barest seam where the two halves had been split apart, and even that seemed to melt away as he watched it. He dismissed it again and then looked around, trying to puzzle out where he was. It was night - everything was in shades of gray - except then a cloud drifted a little more and he had to squint and look away, the sun too suddenly bright and hurting his eyes.

Okay. So not his usual grayscale night vision at work, just gray. He looked down at his hands, breathed out a sigh of relief. His claws had gone, receded back into his usual black, hooked nails. He had no tail, no spikes, no gills. A hand wandered up to his mouth and his eyes narrowed a little.

... Okay, his tusks were slightly longer than usual. Those hadn't completely gone back down to the size they'd been before, still peeking out a good inch from behind his bottom lip when he closed his mouth. But that wasn't cause for concern, so much. They would have gotten there eventually, had he left them long enough to grow. Still, they were... going to take some getting used to. He made a face, wrinkled his nose, and spat, trying to clear his mouth of the last traces of saltwateer still lingering there.

"Fuckin' hate this place," he muttered, and then settled back in among the stones and sand, staring out at the strangely gray morning sea.

[OOC: Open seashore, discombobulated wjarlock!]

suitably_heroic

When you're not quite asleep, and not quite awake, your mind doesn't know what to do with itself. It digs up fears, lingers in fancies. It sees things that aren't there, caught on the edge between consciousness and dreaming, and it puts them all on you, hoping you have the faculties to keep fact and fiction apart.

Atton had lived his night in that state. He didn't know why she hadn't come to him, but he knew she was here. Their Force bond was a shining, alive thing in him for the first time in three years, golden and full. It hurt, because he knew he had two days of it, and two days wasn't enough. It hurt because it wasn't supposed to be her end of the link that fell through, and yet it was going to be.

He didn't know why she hadn't come to him last night. For her sake? For his? He couldn't make sense of it, and he couldn't sleep.

It was now the crack of dawn, and he had enough. He wasn't going to seek her out all the way, but he could meet her halfway. And he could stand here in the breeze, hoping it would either finally wake him and send him back into the stark light of reality, or he would finally get so tired he'd pass out on the spot.

"I'm going to sleep all week," he muttered vehemently, and lit a cigarette, and waited.

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suitably_heroic

"Look, you've been here like five times now," Atton said, his hands shoved in his pockets and a crabby expression on his face. "Can't you do your grand tours of the island without dragging me around?"

Mical sighed. "Visas has not seen most of the island," he said. "And I thought I could buy you a--"

"I have been here before," Visas said quietly. "It was... an acrimonious visit."

Atton sighed, and stepped towards the wall, and glanced across the water. "Please nobody take a swing at anyone," he said. "It's been a long August."

Both Visas and Mical stared at him blankly.

"Oh, there's no point in making these cracks when you people don't even know the karking Earth calendar."

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fjordicswagger

"Okay, what is this nerdy crap?"

The piece of paper in Tamsin's hands was definitely some kind of nerdy crap, she was sure of it. Still, it was their best shot at at least getting the island back to somewhere that had actually decent bars.

She eyed the weird rocks embedded into the wall by Galactica Point. "I always thought some kid with too much time and no basement to fester in had come up with this," she muttered. She glanced over her shoulder at the waiting hordes. "Okay, here we go. Up, up, down, down--"

Oh god. It really was nerdy crap.

[[ ocd is up! have at! new rooms might be added throughout the day, depending. ]]

suitably_heroic

You know, there was a lot of stuff about this place Atton remembered - vividly. Spending two years here, working out who 'Atton Rand' was going to be. Spending more years here, breaking back out of his shell, putting his head back on right, figuring out things like how to have friends without putting miles of emotional distance between you. Deciding to pack up and leave after Sparkle vanished down the penal system and Mira died and Visas told him, in the throes of a vision, that he'd be the last to die.

Last part kind of wrecked the middle part, but not in the same way it'd been wrecked before. He was okay with it now, the distance. Funny, he'd always fought to get rid of the traditional Jedi crap about attachment, but he'd wound up the one content with a traditional Jedi life.

He remembered other stuff, too. Smaller things.

Which was why in the morning he took the old walk from his apartment to Chilly Boulder and then down to the water, here. Stared out at the horizon, let his brain wander back down memory lane just this once, and opened up the floodgates to old, now-nostalgic melancholy.

He took a bite of his ice cream, lost in thought-- and pulled a face. "Okay," he muttered, "So I still hate soft serve. Good to know."

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suitably_heroic

The sabacc deck didn't feel quite right in Atton's hands. The cards had the wrong shapes, the wrong colors; he missed the heavy edges of the pazaak cards.

But he'd stolen this one off of Cade sometime in the Night of the Bar Fight, so he was keeping it. He shuffled it again, trying to get a feel for every card, then put one down on the seaside wall that separated him from the plunge down into the water below. You couldn't even switch sabacc cards around properly, he thought vaguely.

Mostly he was thinking about leaving again.

Sure, he'd jumped the gun in a good week, signing up for another class, but there'd be a replacement, right? He could book it right here, right now, on the eve of graduation, and if he was careful, no one would notice he was gone until certain people took the stage to pick up their pieces of paper.

He wondered where his own piece of paper had gone. He wondered if his Outer Rim was still a safe place to vanish to, considering the others knew most of his story there now, at least, and if maybe Cade's was a better idea. He didn't wonder about the way his comlink kept going off-- that was Mical, who apparently still hadn't taken the hint even though Atton had been ignoring his calls since last Friday.

He was backsliding into old habits. He knew that. But that just seemed sane, in the light of recent events, and the change in his status quo coming right up ahead. (Why had he gotten used to that, anyway?)

He laid down a row of sabacc cards on the wall and stared at them. Had to put his hand down on at least three of them to keep them from whipping away in the wind. "See?" he muttered. "Pazaak cards wouldn't fly. Your game is stoopa, Cade."

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suitably_heroic

If Atton was at all honest with himself, the reason they were here was because he couldn't deal with being alone with her for much longer. Sure, sometimes, he'd allowed himself to dream - to picture what would happen if he saw her again - but now that Meetra was here in the flesh, every scrap of inadequacy he'd felt that kept him from doing anything the first time had come rushing back in.

So they'd gone outside, and he'd gotten the two of them some soft serve to go.

They'd walked through the park and wound up here, by the water, the wind blowing in their hair. It was pretty out here, and Meetra seemed to agree, the way she was staring over the walls out at that wide plane of water.

Atton? Atton was a little busy with that ice cream. He didn't actually like soft serve, had only gotten it to obscure the weird mixture of feelings he was currently having, and now he was stuck with a drippy mess that would only get more drippy if he didn't eat the damned thing.

At least he'd graduated from flinging pizza around.

"It's nice," Meetra said quietly.

"Yep," Atton said, and focused on the sticky feeling the ice cream was leaving behind.

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doesnotkneel

Edward was in an absolutely foul mood after everything that had happened on Friday - and earlier that week. Bloody Lightwood women really enjoyed talking down to him, didn't they? Well, whatever, he was better than that and he was better than them.

So much better that he'd crept out of his dorm room early in the morning - had Barry even come back last night? He hadn't been paying attention - so he could wander the walls that kept the town high above the sea. Wander all the way down to his favorite part of the island, here, this sticky-out bit that he could hop onto and perch on and feel, for however long he stayed, that he was afloat in the sky above the sea itself.

It calmed him, picked up his mood and took it from 'dismal' to 'contemplative' - surely better.

'Twas a good thing his parents hadn't found their way here. They would never understand this.

[[ open! throughout today, even, though i might be slow ]]

doesnotkneel

After several days spent in this strange place, it began to occur to Edward that perhaps he should put some effort into returning... eventually. But there was no haste to the matter as far as he could see: he had yet to receive any of this free education he'd been promised, the food was decent, and most importantly, his parents were still likely to be angry.

He chose to do something less sensible with his time instead - exploring the island. It came as something of a relief that they were this close to the sea, both because it meant his dreams of seafaring felt a bit closer, and because he had never lived anywhere that wasn't close to the water.

And what better vantage point to enjoy this gorgeous blue sprawl than the island's own walls? He'd climbed up top somewhere near the causeway and traced the wall all the way up towards Galactica Point. He sat there now, perched on a stone jutting out of that wall as if he were a bird. The smell of the water in his nose and the wind in his face: couldn't do better than that on a day like this, could you?

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fewer_explosions

It was not that the island's surface held any lack of appeal, but Liara had had no intention of walking this far, and yet here she was. She had been going through very real trouble finding some kind of emotional equilibrium; so she had retreated to her books and stayed well away from day-to-day Fandom life.

But not today.

"I don't drink coffee, I drink azure tea, my dear," she sang softly under her breath without being aware of it. "I like my sea food soaked not fried, and you can hear it in my cadence when I speak - I am an asari on Old Earth."

Well. That was... curious.

"See me wandering down Apocalypse Avenue, my crest curving high. I cannot hide it from your sight, for I am an asari on Old Earth."

She leaned against the stone. More than curious. That was... disturbing.

"I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien, I am an asari on Old Earth!"

[[ open, sure ]]

releasethis.livejournal.com

Splash splash gurgle siiiiigh.

"Bloooooooooooooooop!"

{Moooooooooom! I swam everywhere looking for you and a shark almost ate me and I peed on an anemone because he was a jerkface mooooooooooom hi mom where's dad hiiiiiiii!}

"......Bloop?"

{...Untranslatable.}

suitably_heroic

Atton hadn't been able to sleep. First because the thrill of it all wouldn't leave his body - the messed-up chemistry of his mind churning lust through anger until it was something else completely. Then the lust had receded, and with it the anger had dulled again, returning to him the clarity that had been forced on him a year ago.

Now his chest hurt and his mind was full of images of blood and death and pain.

It hadn't taken him much effort to climb up onto the wall by Galactica Point, dangling his legs over the edge, his feet hovering high above the crashing waves below. He rolled his shoulders, slipping his jacket more securely over his shoulders. He could tell he was still kind of drunk, but not in the fun way - just in the way that gave you a head that felt like it was a brick.

He'd just hang out here for a while, staring into the waves, not sure if he felt morose, afraid, guilty, or just annoyed.

But that wasn't new. Neither was his disinterest in figuring it out.

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Current Music: 'Broken Crown', Mumford and Sons

fh-critters.livejournal.com

The dodos were Not Pleased with the resistance they'd encountered all across the island to getting their balls back. In fact, not only had the humans and other bipedal things with no feathers that might as well be humans as far as the dodos cared fought back, even worse, some of them had laughed at the attacking flock.

When they squawked "GIVE US OUR BALLS BACK!" What was up with that? How could that battlecry not be the most fearsome in the land, especially when accompanied by nasty, snapping beaks?

Whatever. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, they would conquer. Tonight, they would retreat to the beach with the balls they had gotten back -- which honestly was most of the ones that no one was actually holding, because the one thing dodos were incredibly good at was locating stupidity -- and start building a nest. A nice, big, warm, sandy nest in which to hatch a whole new generation of dodo-kind.

Not that it would stay terribly warm once the tide came in, since they'd dug it so close to the shoreline that both they and their eggs would be three feet under water by midnight, but shh. Dodos. Now you know why so few of them are left.

That was assuming none of the humans came looking to help them on their way, of course.

[OOC: After this post, one way or another, the dodos are outta here! It's open for modding your own evacuation/extermination efforts, solo or in groups, or you can request a visit from NPC Dodo Services, Inc. down in the OCD. (Fair warning for some SP from the dodos, though, due to timezones and travel.)]

bitchprince

It had taken them a while, but at last they'd made it to Fandom. Arthur had sent Merlin off to arrange a hotel room, because he had some important ~~manly brooding~~ planning to do, and then he'd taken a walk.

It was... strange to be back here, and yet equally familiar; much like the last time he'd been here for a prolonged time, he had no idea how long he might be here, and under what circumstances he might return.

Eventually, his feet found their way here, to the lookout point by the water. The first time he'd been here, it had been practice in the salle that set his restless mind at some ease, but Arthur had left his sword somewhere within the soon-to-be ruins of the Citadel. The idea didn't appeal to him as much anyway.

Instead he stared at the water, fidgeting with his own fingers, and wondered whether this meant he had failed his people in a way more terrible than he could imagine.

The message he got fifteen minutes in didn't help at all.

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notagoose

After ~~handwavily~~ spending yesterday with Commander Walsh, Goose managed to make arrangements to meet with Darkstar while he had the chance.

As he waited he silently went over how to prepare himself for the conversation that would follow. Darkstar was the only Supertrooper who hadn't jumped to the conclusion that he was responsible for Wolf Den and even though he knew she was more swayed to Stingray's strain of thought, he didn't want to give up on the chance that he had to try and persuade Darkstar that it didn't have to be the way it was, that he could make it right.

He took a deep breath, trying to settle the uneasiness that he felt.

[That Goose and Darkstar talked is fine for broadcast, what they talked about is NFB please. Can be open for interaction after thread with Darkstar]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

It wasn't a bird, or a plane, but if anyone looked upwards today, they would see a rather large white mechanoid soaring through the clouds and performing complicated aerials, occasionally landing down at Galactcia Point so that his pilot could get out and just sit on his shoulder and chatter happily.

The mecha, for his part, wasn't answering aloud -- at least, nothing a human could hear -- but that didn't seem to bother his partner.

[OOC: open!]

Current Mood: ecstatic

grand-fallguy.livejournal.com

Tim had found a decent supply of rocks and was attempting to teach himself to skip them. He was having moderate success.

Though he kept pausing for longer and longer periods of time to just stop and stare out at the bay.

[For one in particular, but open.]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

It had cooled off a little - a very little - from the day, and with the graduation festivities out of the way and tours of the island done, Lissa had admitted to wanting to hang out on the beach a little on her last day.

Rose wasn't sure about the whole beach at night thing, but it wasn't like the darkness was a problem, and it'd be fun to just hang out and talk with her friend and anyone else who wandered by. Probably not skinny dip though. The whole guardian thing plus the water being freezing made that a little difficult.

So after the daily visit to the feeder off-island and taking care of a few other things, Rose and Lissa (and the accompanying men in black) made their waydown to the beach. Rose built a bonfire, kinda surprised that those tips she'd picked up at the winter survival workshop a few months back actually worked so well, and both girls found spots on a blanket to listen to the waves. And talk. And roast marshmallows and eat the lunch they'd picked up. And talk. There was no danger of a shortage of talking.

[Yep, totally open. Just like the sky. And the water. And - no, that's just mean.]

Current Mood: pleased

nofishinmypond.livejournal.com

Jack parked the boat a little ways away from the rocks, and looked around with a satisfied grin. He cracked open a beer, cast his line, and settled back in his chair. Sure, he'd forgotten to bring along bait for his fishhook this morning, but the point was to relax, not to actually catch anything. Sure, eventually he'd get tired of it and have to find something else to do, but he hadn't, yet, so why worry? He clutched his beer protectively and dozed off.

Back on the docks, a sign proclaimed:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Boat for hire -- It's just not here right now.
Call 555-JACK

scruffnfeathers

If Castiel had been aware of the current state of many of the inanimate objects on the island, he'd likely have some choice words to say about idolatry and over dependence upon transitory physical objects.

As it was, he wasn't. This was probably for the best.

Instead of lecturing the citizens of Fandom, he was currently standing on the beach, staring out across the water, and attempting to request Revelation.

It wasn't going well.

(It should be noted that Castiel had also never seen ~~meta for~~ City of Angels, and thus had no idea that, as an angel in a long coat standing on the beach, he was actually being just a little bit trite. And that even if he knew, he wouldn't much care.)

[ooc: estalishy because OMG, after 1:00 AM. But if someone happens to still be up and might be down for some potentially very slow SP, it can be open.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After leaving a ~~handwavey~~ message for Sokka about where she'd be, Dinah headed back to the beach again-- this time with boomerangs and batarang in hand.

zzzzzzing out over the water, then curving back to the gold sand, and concentrating much harder than usual to make it come back to rest at her feet. Over and over and over.

[ooc: open!]

endsthegame

He was still mulling Father Ned's words in his mind. Could it be...? Ender wondered if it was possible for others to accept him as he was, military past and gayness and all. But he couldn't know for sure, not now, not ever.

His life was a lonely path. He found his solitude at Galactica Point, feeling the breeze lighten the heaviness of his burden. One day... perhaps... he'd learn to love another.

[ ender mostly here for one, but clearly this place is OPEN for any other pointy uses ]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Which is arbitrarily timed for a convenient point after sunset.

Parker waited for Ronan to get her totally convenient note, and conveniently concealed her weapons of husband disposal, and concentrated on being Sad. Wistful. Woebegone.

Can't have him suspecting *too* soon, after all.

Woe!

[for one, but of course, anyone can wander by, boat by, be on the beach, or witness the next bit from a convenient telescope on the lighthouse. DUN-DUNNN!]

wanna-be-lucas.livejournal.com

Lucas had said his goodbyes to Lana earlier, so he sucked up his emotions and trudged down to work.

...or to where work used to be. He stared at the space that had been Wonders of the World Mini Golf and Go Karts and licked his lips, immediately regretting the mix of bitter sweetness and bile that came to his tongue. It was like the sensation of keeping a secret. Not only from others, but from himself.

With a deep sigh, Lucas kicked a rock, hung his head, and went to seek new employment.

Current Mood: secretive

joanna-stayton.livejournal.com

There were a series of ropes extending from the stern of the Immaculata to the pontoon on which Wonders of the World resided. Joanna Stayton was at the bow of her magnificent yacht, looking out over the water before her and talking on her cell phone. "No, mother, I'm not tugging it all the way to France."

...

"I don't care if the Vanderbilts think it would look cute sitting off their pier, I'm not doing it. They can get their own."

...

"I have half a mind to take it out and scuttle the whole thing. I loathe everything about this place. How am I supposed to know what wardrobe to bring out of storage if I they can't even tell me where the damn island is going to be from day to day?. Besides, the mansion here was stifling, and I'm running out of room for my shoes. Again."

...

"Whatever do you mean, friends? Mother, are you taking your pills? Put the doctor on, I'm worried about your mental facilities."

...

"I assure you, there is no one I'm going to miss. Now, I've got to go. Andrew is coming with my lunch, and I plan to be underway before I take my first bite."

...

"Love to Shnukums." Joanna hung up the phone. "Captain!" she yelled. "I want to see white water in five! Get me away from this hell hole."

She looked firmly forward as the yacht moved slowly away from Fandom, miniature golf course in tow. Joanna wouldn't look back, afraid someone might notice that the moisture under her eyes wasn't from the salty spray.

[OOC: NFI. It's been a blast playing Joanna with you all, but it is time for her to move on. Thanks for putting up with her crap. All former employees can handwavily expect a hefty severance check arriving in the mail.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam made it to work on time, after his workshops, and opened up the place fairly quickly. He made sure everything was set up properly, that the place looked neat and clean.

He settled in, waiting to see if anyone would show up.

( Course List )

[No OCD today because I am exhausted. Would have had this up earlier if I hadn't been stuck at the outlets getting last minute items for Japan.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam opened up the place after his one workshop, whistling a quiet tune to himself. He'd ~~handwavily~~ checked out the dolphins like he'd told Jen he would and was happy he'd done so. They really were cool.

( Course List )

[OCD ~~anyone?~~ ahoy!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was there on time and made sure everything was in order, before settling into the ticket booth. He wondered if anyone would stop by today.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~will be right~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam opened up Wonders, whistling a quiet tune to himself.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~will be right~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

After his workshop, Adam made his way down to Wonders of the World. As he opened up the complex, he wondered what his friends were up to, back home.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~will be right~~ up! Up early because I'm bored and don't want to study.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam made sure to be at Wonders of the World early, since he wanted to check everything out. He was pretty sure the island shifting hadn't done anything to the place, but better to be safe than sorry.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming right~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam showed up to work early, though he wasn't as normally cheerful as he usually was. Probably had to do with the events of the weekend. Looking a little distracted, Adam checked the grounds, making sure things were in the correct places.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD up ~~soon~~!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam showed up to work early, somewhat occupied by his thoughts. They were mostly on school - particularly finals. Yeah, fun times.

with lasers turning into one giant bear and then the robot and colors, it was one hell of a weekend, that's for sure.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD up ~~soon~~!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was still a bit shocked by what had happened over the weekend. Bears with lasers turning into one giant bear and then the robot and colors, it was one hell of a weekend, that's for sure.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming right~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam made it to work on time ~~though his mun almost forgot about this, oops!~~ and managed to open up Wonders with no problems.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam had made it to work, boggling at the random treats falling from the sky. Guess it was just one of those days. Thank you, Fandom.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam had enjoyed this particular Easter. It had been quiet and he'd spent it in Fandom, much to his family's chagrin. He'd come home for just about every other holiday so really, they couldn't be too mad at him.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

withoutverona

Romeo had wandered down to the beach early on Sunday. It was Easter, and it felt odd to be out of church. The church on the island seemed closed, though, and the effort of making it to the mainland to find a church, especially with Reynaldo still in his arms, seemed trouble enough that he thought he might be forgiven for skipping Mass even on a holy day.

Or, so he justified it to himself.

So he was sitting on the beach, trying to teach his droid-son to play peekaboo, when a line of tiny bunny-shaped marshmallow treats swarmed into his line of sight. A few fell victim to the salt water, while most trudged bravely onward -- to what goal, Romeo knew not.

A blue one tried to crawl over the baby, who giggled as Romeo grabbed him and jumped to his feet.

This was definitely not something he would have seen in church.

[OOC: Open, though I'll be in and out.]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam made his way down to Wonders of the World, still a bit wary of any statues he might see along the way. But he was glad that everyone was back and that those creepy statues were gone. Adam was glad to have done his part to help.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam made sure he had some extra time to do a sweep through the complex. He just wanted to make sure everything was working properly.

Seeing that it was, Adam settled into the ticket booth, a book to keep him company. Why yes, it just happened to be the book on soccer he had gotten from Eve. He was seriously thinking about creating a soccer team here. That would be cool.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~will be~~ up ~~shortly~~!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam was there, bright and early. And for whatever reason he couldn't stop humming, the song was stuck in his head. It was going to get annoying, fast.

He checked out the place, making sure things were working properly, before he got settled in the ticket booth. Yes, still humming.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD is ~~right around the corner~~ ready to go!]

im-afrog.livejournal.com

Adam arrived earlier than intended, but he didn't mind. Adam double checked everything, before opening up. He wanted to make sure everything was in order.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD ~~will be~~ is up ~~shortly~~!]

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