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Henry had been halfway up the hill back to Pirkstein, his attention caught by a flash of yellow up by the gates - and then, abruptly, with a shout of "Henry!" still in his ears, he no longer was.

Instead he was standing in the middle of the park again, Pebbles by his side, the sunlight cut away to darker skies. He blinked, and then he sighed, deflating somehow, as if he hadn't been expecting this--

And then a loud barking cut straight through his maudlin thoughts.

"Mutt!" he said, surprised, staring at the brown-and-white dog as he sped past Henry and towards the sleeping flamingos. "...Mutt! Get back here! Don't scare the bloody--"

Welcome home, Henry.

[[ open! ]]

stringstothesoul

Erasmus was freezing. It never got this cold in southern Mississippi. However, here he was, out of doors, hands wrapped around a peppermint mocha--tis the season, after all--having gotten a little distracted by some of Fandom's wildlife.

Specifically, as he sat on this park bench, he was trying to figure out if the flamingos were actually were-flamingos and that was why they were this far north in this insane frigid weather (it was almost forty degrees). "You know you guys can tell me if you are, right?" Maybe they didn't like necromancers. "But if you are maybe you should go somewhere heated? Are feathers warm enough for this weather?"

(Open post is open, and brought to you by a short story in Erasmus's universe casually including a were-flamingo like that's a normal thing to have in your urban fantasy universe or something.)

deathsmajesty

By that evening, the power of phone calls (and an absurd amount of money), became fully evident. Scattered around the screen were a number of high-end, luxury beanbag chairs (two concepts you never would have put together, huh?) just waiting to be claimed. Some were normal beanbag chairs, some were huge, with plenty of room to share, sprawl, or even fully recline. There were some that offered a bit more support, including ottomans to rest your feet upon. She'd even included smaller ones in case people brought their pets or children or whatever. Obviously, each chair had its own pile of fluffy blankets for people to wrap around themselves, and there were portable braziers scattered about, with a variety of ~~moddable b/c I'm already tired of grabbing links on mobile~~ cozy beverages and snacks placed on the ledges surrounding then to keep them from warm.

Was it a little overkill, especially when it wasn't even below freezing yet? Yes. But when wasn't Liliana extravagant? Especially when it came to mitigating her own discomfort.

Which was why she was curled up in one of the larger beanbags (purple, obviously), already under several blankets, sipping on mulled cider and nibbling on mini apple crisp cheesecakes while waiting for the pageant to begin. From what she has gathered, this batch of National Costumes had gone all out.

But surely nothing could beat the lizard costume, right? Nothing.

[Open to everybody! You can mod a message from Liliana, or have your character wandering through the park, or heard about it from someone else, or however you wanna say your character heard about Petty Bitch Brigade meeting in the park!]

apologizeswithpie

Gregorith idly twirled his favorite pen, shaped like Mr. What's Musical Multi-tool(tm) as he circled the troll "statues", occasionally stopping and sketching something, paying special attention to the faces. And sometimes he'd tuck both pad and pen away so he could pull out his phone for picture taking.

He was possibly overthinking an art project.

(open like an open post what is open)

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Alga by Ignea

thatsmysword

It was just another day, and Pebbles was antsy again. This time, Henry just took her down from the stables with a rope, wandering down the roads and pathways of Fandom and into the park.

"There you are," he said, patting her neck. "Some exercise is good, aye?"

She snorted.

"That's what I thought," Henry agreed. "Where'd you like to go next?"

Somehow, she did not have an actual answer for him. So laps through the park, it was. Perhaps they should find somewhere with some fencing around it?

[[ open ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don had woken up this morning mildly hungover, with his bad leg making it known that he had been standing for nearly eleven hours in surgery yesterday. He had considered rolling over and going back to sleep, or making Thor deal with the inconveniences of corporeality, and then he had instead dragged himself out of bed and made himself go for a stupid little walk for his stupid little mental and physical health.

One of the Starbucks gremlins had run up to him on his way out the door with a coffee cup almost as big as it was. Don had accepted it, which was probably a bad idea, but it didn't taste of hallucinogens.

It tasted of apples.

"I don't know why this seems to be a thing," he grumbled as he sat on a park bench, drinking his apple coffee.

Do you not? Thor asked. He sounded amused. It wasn't cute.

"I'm a surgeon. I take my coffee black, for optimal caffeination."

There is nothing wrong with a latte every now and then.

"This is a macchiato."

My mistake.

(Open park is open!)

apologizeswithpie

Around noon, Gregorith had finally felt put together enough to venture forth. So after masking his appearance (he suspected he was being overly cautious in that regard but ~~the mun had made such a fuss about it~~ this place reminded him enough of the Mortal Realm he felt more comfortable this way) he'd headed out for a bout of exploration.

And now he found himself in the park, pondering the troll statues.

(tis a park, so tis open and stuff)

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Old Gods of Appalachia opening theme

thatsmysword

If Henry had been restless after the weekend, then he assumed Pebbles would be doubly so. She'd been in the stables most days, after all, not getting much exercise.

(And perhaps Henry himself had been in need of a familiar face, or at least something familiar, after having one ripped from him so quickly.)

So on Wednesday he took her out of the stables, and rode her across the dorm lawn, down the pathway. Now, they were clopping about along the park. There was a little field of grass over there-- he was steering Pebbles there, so he could get off of her and she could enjoy the change of scenery for a bit.

"There we are, girl. Nice and steady..."

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

'Twas the last day of Parents Weekend, and thus the last day to eat on the school's dime. Delicate little lanterns hung all around the park for whatever reason, casting their dim light on a truly impressive spread of brunch items. Catering to all dietary wishes and several time periods besides.

Enjoy. And try not to start any fights.

shapethecentury

Festivities in the park continued on Saturday! There were little lanterns cast all around, and all the snack offerings from the previous day had now been joined by a hot chocolate stand and a hot cider stand.

There were also some light autumn activities available.

(Please only carve pumpkins, not your fingers.)

[ooc: Open!]

shapethecentury

Clearly it was unavoidably fall now, because while the weather wasn't exactly chilly, Parents Weekend had rolled around once more - and with it, picnic tables and name tags and great potential for surprise/confusion/joyful reunions among residents and guests alike.

There was also a banner in Fandom's colors floating above the tables, of course:

WELCOME TO PARENTS WEEKEND 2025!

Come meet your people! Or just to grab some free snacks.

[ooc: All apps approved!]

joan_of_bark

Harley was coming to visit this weekend - the joy of knowing she'd be Here as well as There had been enough to cover the pain and discomfort of the past few days. But endorphins could only keep such pains at bay for so long.

Tonight, the discomfort made her restless. She'd been locked up in the lab for whole days at a time, with her own garden the only escape. It didn't fit Pam well. She needed this - the feeling of life around her, persisting.

She strolled through the park in the hour before sunset, a bag of seeds in hand - Stylophorum diphyllum, mainly, but also other native flowers that would settle in the soil during the winter and rise come spring. Every now and again, she'd stop, check the soil, and spread them.

Sometimes the cure for impending fatalism was just this: planting seeds in fall, and with them, the hope of joy in spring.

[[ open ]]

solo_sword

The amount of times lately Jag had called and probably been very glad that he was not there...

Jaina's daemon, a lioness named Sula, ruled. Jaina loved her. It was a little weird for a lion to be in the house but they rolled with it.

Harder to roll with was the fact that in addition to Sula, they had the twins' daemons. One was an otter, fine, the other was a horse. Not even a pony, a horse. Horses did not belong indoors. Dax was sleeping in the living room because they weren't dealing with stairs.

So they were spending the afternoon at the park. Maybe the whole day. The boys got to run around, while Jaina and her badass lion were going to sit and watch.

[Open!]

wildgalegirl

Charlie was taking advantage of a really nice afternoon to sit on a bench in the park and play her guitar. Jaq was perched on her shoulder, fire lizard tail wrapped gently around her neck, bronze scales gleaming in the sun.* Occasionally he would chime in with a haunting harmony, which just tickled Charlie to no end.

"Let's try some Celtic stuff," she said. "Those have some kick-ass harmonies!"

Open park is open and Charlie is absolutely willing to be distracted!

[*I think I'm so funny. IYKYK]

stykera

It was a good day to be outside. The island wasn't doing anything outrageous. The weather was lovely. There was no one Stark needed to hide from or avoid, that he knew of.

So he'd gone for a walk around stopped off for an iced coffee and a snack and then gone to a bench in the park to watch the birds at the pond and whatever else he might see.

It would have been a good day, he thought, for walking with a dog. He ought to go and see Prompto again soon at the shelter.

For now he had his own thoughts for company. That would be enough if no one else ended up in the park today but he hoped for someone to talk to who wasn't himself.

[open park is, of course, open]

solo_sword

The snow monsters were not the weirdest part of Jaina's day so far. The weirdest part was waking up in a house she didn't recognize but on the right island, with a couple of kids who said she was their mom and were freaked out that she was seventeen but not as freaked out as they could have been?

It was weird. But snow monsters, those she could handle.

So there she was, in the park, lopping off one head off a two-headed snowman with a lightsaber, which was a pretty satisfying effect, actually. There were definitely more coming, but one thing at a time.

[Open!]

thatsmysword

The Neuhof investigation did not leave Henry with a great deal of time to waste, as pleasant as last night had been (and how horrid the hangover currently torturing Henry was). His best lead was Reeky from Ledetchko, a small hamlet not far from Rattay, so come morning, with his head aching like someone had hit him over the head repeatedly, Henry saddled Pebbles and rode out through Rattay's lower gate.

Down the path, past the bathhouse (was Hans still there? He had said he'd happily stay there for days) and across the river, past the grasslands, and...

The change wasn't instant enough for Henry to notice immediately. It was the noise that alerted him to the new reality: the oddest of bird noises, a sort of... honking. He brought Pebbles to an immediate stop, and glanced down, realizing that the path had been replaced by something rather more unnatural, and around him...

"Well," Henry muttered, as he stood there, head thrumming, still seated on his dappled grey mare, who seemed utterly unaffected by the change around her. "Can't say I saw that one coming..."

Kurva. Would God allow him to return home in time? And was he doomed to keep skipping like a stone between these two places?

[[ open ]]

thatsmysword

Right, so after yesterday's Supper Club, Henry had done what he should have done ages ago and bartered his way into a little notebook. Yes, his own writing was chicken scratch at the best of times, but he could doodle just fine, and--

Well, it would help him keep track. Of things. If that was even necessary, considering-- best not to dwell on the surreality of all of it.

And now he had a booklet, and a growing confidence in leaving the castle, so. He was leaving the castle to go for a bit of a stroll. He'd noticed unusual flowers 'round here, and he was curious - what were they? Were any of them useful? And some of them were quite beautiful, as well.

... Yes, he got distracted by the park, barely a few minutes into his journey. He would now be found standing on the grass, or squatted on the floor, or just leaning in curiously to eye a flower, sketching all the while.

His notebook was likely going to be full before he could make real use of it. Oh well.

[[ open ]]

suitably_heroic

Yeah. So. Talking to someone about the whole Jedi-rebuilding thing. Great idea. Good way to actually be helpful. It was fine! Fine.

Jack had even curated a whole thrash metal playlist for the morning and the walk here just to get him into the right fine mindset (nothing cured insecurity like some Anthr-- okay, maybe the phrasing wasn't great on that one), but of course someone's musical tastes had completely ruined his algorithm. By the time he was actually walking to the park - early, way too early - the playlist had finished and he had Tim McIlrath sing-yelling Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Is the violence in our nature just the image of our maker? in his ears, memories of the weekend dancing around in his head.

He sat down on the bench. Set his lightsabers down beside him, and then - after a moment - reached up to take out the earbud. "We're not stories, we're not actors, we're awake and in control," he mumbled to himself. And then a few more times, for good measure.

Okay? Okay.

Time to wait for Rey.

[[ expecting one, but open! ]]

thatwaslucky

Anakin was a cat again, which was a little concerning so soon after the last time? But it changed Rey's day up enough that instead of working in the warehouse, she'd taken inspiration from radio and headed to the park for some drills. The weather wasn't awful- though she appreciated the weather everyone else hated even though it did interesting things to her hair- and sometimes it was just nice to do this outside. Maybe she needed to start getting back to the beach, too.

So if you needed Rey, she'd be out here, swinging a lightsaber around and enjoying not dealing with woodland creatures that seemed to think they owned the place.

(The squirrels were fine.)

[Open!]

suitably_heroic

The last couple of weeks had been kind of a blur of touring, music, life beyond the island - apparently just Summer-not-being-here had been enough to sever much of Jack's mental and emotional connection to the island and everything it represented. He supposed that somewhere, that was a good thing; that he should probably stop giving in to the urge to come back here at all, to this near-masochistic urge to poke at the shadows of his old life.

Still. One of the things he'd learned in his time as a (active? He still hadn't figured out how he thought of himself in that capacity, yet) Jedi was the importance of feeling present. In your body, in the moment, in the galaxy. And he didn't want to give up his presence on the island yet.

So. Lightsaber practice in the park. Seemed like a good way to put himself back in his body and back in the environment. He picked a quiet spot with good visibility - didn't want to chop anyone's head off by accident - and lit his blades with a snap-hiss. "Let's start with some Soresu," he muttered to himself, slid into a stance, and started moving.

The strain on his muscles, the sound of the birds in the trees, the wear of the humidity on his skin - it wasn't all comfortable, no. But it was grounding.

[[ open ]]

throughaphase

The projector was set up in the park again, with all the room to set down chairs and blankets so people could hang out and watch.

Tino was also handing out toy totally-not-lightsabers which was not in the plan and he wasn't supposed to be involved in any of this so surely this would go well.

NOW SHOWING
SPACE BATTLES

throughaphase

The park was set up with a large screen for the movie to project onto, the sound system was up and working, and there was plenty of room for people to spread out with blankets, chairs, picnic supplies, or whatever else they might have brought. Alcohol was fine as long as you kept in mind that this was a family-friendly event, in that younger kids would only probably really be interested in the cars and older kids might enjoy the actual movie.

So come one and come all, and watch yourselves some 2 Fast 2 Family.

drumsticksandd20s

Sure, it was hot as hell out, but it wouldn't really be Pride if you didn't have to be constantly reminded to hydrate, would it? Besides, just like every year there was a rainbow high in the sky above the island, bold and vivid almost in an in-your-face kind of way.

Streamers in various Pride flag colors ran between trees and light fixtures all over the park, shiny rainbow confetti (easier to clean up than glitter!) was everywhere, and once again the bounce house and ballpit slide were at the center of all the activity.

Carnival games and rides, all of them queer-themed in some way, branched out from the bounce house area toward the karaoke stage where the ~~NPC~~ band made up of a bunch of wargamers from the Magpie Emporium was slated to play several sets at various points during the day (with Steph sitting in on drums for a little bit of each set). The barbecue grills in the picnic area were ready to use for anyone who wanted to make their own food, and the vendor tables and booths were set up nearby for the local businesses who'd be participating.

Things might be a little less organized this year, but in Steph's defense she didn't have as much help with the heavy lifting and last-minute details as usual since Vi was a tiny hyperactive kitty right now. Still. She'd done this enough by now to have A System, damn it.

Enjoy your laid back and entirely corporate-free Pride, Fandom!

[OOC: I, meanwhile, am much less organized this year. Sigh. Threads are up! Go forth!]

stykera

Sometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).

He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.

He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.

[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]

solo_sword

Why couldn't it be truth day? Truth day for Jaina wasn't any different from a normal day. Baggage day however meant that she was stuck looking at all the issues she repressed way deep inside in lieu of therapy.

She'd escaped the house because didn't need the kids seeing all of that, and if she was feeling really bitter she wasn't sure all the bags would fit. She was sure the "JACEN" bags were multiplying and following her around. She'd do lightsaber drills in the park for a while. She much preferred fighting against someone, but that felt like a bad idea, so this was fine.

Considering starting a bonfire here was also a bad idea, probably.

[Open!]

solo_sword

Jaina had had a rough couple weeks, so it was sort of a good thing, personally, for a bunch of godzillas to invade a place where she could take those frustrations out on them. Sorry, godzillas! You picked the wrong day to pick a fight!

There were a few in the park, so she was staying local to there, dealing with one in particular that seemed annoyed enough that she was fighting back to keep it up. She might be kind of humoring it at this point. It was like catharsis. There were plenty more if anyone else wanted to take a crack at it!

[Open if you wanna fight a Godzilla in the park!]

suitably_heroic

It was funny. Every time Jack came back here, the island felt different. From a place of grief, to a place of dangers, relapse and recovery, to now, just... a place. Sure, part of it was that he knew he'd be back home in a couple of days, that they'd be testing the Portalocity subscription he had for their first show of the new record, but it was also just...

Something.

He took some time to suck up the ambiance that morning, wandering out of the hotel to roam Fandom's streets. This time, he didn't take the path up to Galactica Point, though-- he made it to the park, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. Watching the flamingos and the other birds flapping around.

On a whim, he picked a spot on the grass, by a tree, and sat down. He let his senses expand outward, slowly, in circles. From the grass to the birds in the water to the squirrels in the trees, and then beyond, into the town, and past that.

He used to let himself get lost in it. Now, he kept a gentle hold on his own place in the Force ('more of your Jedi zen bullshit', said a voice in his head, anchoring him there) as he let the life of it all wash over him.

It was peaceful. He felt good. It was good.

[[ open ]]

ifwebeworthy

Thor had insisted Don ought to spend some time with the children, or at least Torben, who was apparently Don and Thor's son. Thor had tried to find out how, but all the kid knew was that Thor would tell him when he was older. (Sigrid had sighed, "Probably Uncle Loki was involved," and everyone had had to agree that was a good guess.)

He was very tight-mouthed about what Don had said on the matter, or where Don was in general. He actually seemed kind of wary of Don since he and Thor had swapped places yesterday. The girls had greeted him enthusiastically, though, which was nice, and all three kids got along like a house afire.

Which was why he'd brought them to the park to burn off some energy, lest they set the baby Stark Tower afire. It had already been a close call a couple of times.

As he sipped from his Starbucks cup and watched a three-way mock battle rage across the grass, it occurred to him to wonder, "Those swords aren't edged, are they?"

They will be fine.

"Okay, that doesn't answer my question..."

(Open park is open!)

hashtag_chocobro

It was a pretty nice day, and Noctra was all sorts of riled up and energetic in that restless, sometimes screeching way that was the exact opposite of what Liz needed to deal with right now. And so it was clearly time to take her out to the park to work out some of that energy.

Sorry, ducks! But if you were letting a wobbly little two years old managed to catch you as she chased you around, Prompto only had one thing to say:

Get good, bruh.

Anyway, he was going to enjoy a nice drink from the Perk and let her play to her heart's content, jumping in on occasion when her play demanded his contribution or him to swoop in and rescue her from a very bad mistake.

[[ open park is open! ]]

ifwebeworthy

Don's bad leg did best with regular exercise, so here he was, taking himself for a walk in the park for his health, even though the very act of doing so had raised some questions in his mind.

"If it's psychosomatic, why is it worse when it's cold?"

It is not psychosomatic. It is magical in origin.

"Same difference."

No.

"I'm not arguing about this right now." Not least because he was in public. At least it was sunny and above freezing?

(Open park is open!)

joan_of_bark

The bears had changed the decorations on the tent overnight, but it was still there. Now, it was bathed in the tasteful light of candles, menorahs placed around the area, with little stars hanging off the edges of the fluffy white roof.

The booths and stands were still there, however. As was the seating. And the skating rink remained open - just for this one last day.

joan_of_bark

'Twas Christmas day, and the bears were setting up their stalls again for whomever might feel like wandering out for a dose of holiday spirit. There was the large open tent with its fuzzy cloth and its fairy lights strung everywhere.

There were the booths, of which one had sprung up near the frozen pond; some were familiar, some weren't. And the seating areas were open, of course, all crackling fire and soft downy pillow.

Silver and golden glitter continued to play in the air, like dust motes.

joan_of_bark

The polar bears had spent the fast few days setting up in the park. On Tuesday morning, they were finally ready to reveal their handiwork...

A large open tent had been set up from one side of the park to another, fuzzy white cloth strung between the poles to give the sense that the ceiling itself was made of soft snow. Beneath, little booths had been set up, decorated in stars and little lights.

The pond was frozen; two particularly enterprising flamingos had somehow set up a booth beside it, renting out ice skates to anyone who would want any.

And everywhere the booths weren't, there were seats with soft pillows and crackling fires. A soft dusting of glitter hung in the air.

Happy holidays, Fandom.

ifwebeworthy

Okay, the deer were cute. Weird, but cute.

Don was out for a morning amble through the park, coffee from Stark Industries' Starbucks in hand. (He'd indulged in a peppermint mocha in honor of the season, but no one tell the other surgeons. He'd lose his street cred.)

"They're making me hungry," he complained to thin air. "Maybe we stop by the bakery after this." Because he sure as Hel wasn't going to try to bake cookies. That way lay setting off Mini Stark Tower's fire suppression systems and endless mockery.

(Open park is open!)

x_wondrous_x

Stewart didn't bother with getting out much these days, outside of his classes and his work at Groovy Tunes, but, sometimes, a person realized that they had to occasionally venture out to a store not to dance in front of it, but to actually buy things like sustinence and supplies. He would have put it off until tomorrow when he knew Summer would be working, but one forlorn look into his mostly empty refrigerator told him it shouldn't wait.

Of course, it did end up having to wait once Stewart stepped outside and heard all the birds singing a familiar tune. And with various birds singing it, it presented some very interesting and unique presenations of the song that immediately caught his ear for remixing and...

Stewart rerouted toward Groovy Tunes, to grab a few things, and then he headed to the park after picking up some lunch as well, and there, he found a good spot near a tree to settle down with his food and a bunch of recording equipment. He'd move around the island to get different birds' interpretations of the hoilday classic, of course, but, by the end of it, he hoped to have a lot of really good versions that he could sample from, because how many DJs were putting out tracks with birds singing 'Carol of the Bells' on it? Not many, he imagined! So he felt he really needed to get on that.

Not like he had anything better to do today, anyway.

[[ open park is open, though usual Sunday sp applies~ ]]

joan_of_bark

Pam's sentimental heart always longed for spring; for the excitement of new life, the sun rising higher with each day, the scent of flowers on the air. But she had come to embrace the rest of the seasons - to appreciate that when leaves fell in fall, it was so they could feed the soil for the months to come, and how the chill of the air drove the animals to their burrows to find much-needed rest.

It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.

And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."

[[ open ]]

suitably_heroic

Space, but Jack was so ready to be home again. (Though yes, it was still humiliating that he'd finally broken about it in front of Summer of all people.) Ready enough that he'd - grumpily, mind you, but still - given up his spot behind the wheel of the van to Trent a few hours ago, and curled up in the back for some sleep. Maybe by the time he woke up, he'd be in a sane state again.

Alas, it was not to be.

When he woke up, it was on a bench in the park, curled up on his side, with a flamingo loudly screaming in his face.

"What the--"

That sure was a flurry of Earth expletives, right there.

Oh no.

[[ open ]]

thatwaslucky

There was enough wind in the forecast that Rey brought the remotes out to the park today. The weather controls in the warehouse were good, but she was hoping to deal with something a little more real today. And then as she practiced blocking the blaster bolts shooting at her from three flying balls, she was also trying to up the difficulty a little, trying to sense how many ducks were in the park and where, for instance. Dividing her attention without dividing her attention.

Hey, she hadn't been shot yet.

<[open! The office is silent, help.]

joan_of_bark

Two weeks, and none of the monsters had made it from the causeway onto the island. Something else had settled, though Pam barely had any sense of what it might be, or why. It wasn't permanent - couldn't be permanent.

But she enjoyed the breather while she had it.

(That she wasn't in any danger.)

(That she wasn't endangering anyone else.)

She breathed as she stepped through the doorway, and she breathed along the road that carried her down here, and she kept breathing as she felt the tamed Green of the park engulf her. Every blade of grass breathed with her, the leaves of the trees and the rainworms pushing through the earth down below, fertilizing the soil from which the weeds sucked their nutrients.

She stood there for a while, on the grass, her eyes closed.

Breathing.

[[ open ]]

weirderthanthou

Event weekends were always a great time for people who loved free food, weren't they? Parents' Weekend might be drawing to a close, but the island had saved its best spread for today, with tables full of sandwiches, soups and salads, and seasonally appropriate desserts -- cinnamon and apples and candy apples, just to name a few.

Come in, drop by, have that last surprise run-in with someone's relative...

weirderthanthou

The weather remained a little on the grey side, but clearly Fandom had done its best to make up for it. The park was full of lights, with little lanterns sitting everywhere, casting a warm orange sheen over the grass. The hot cider stand was back, and it was joined by an artisinal hot chocolate stand that put entirely too much caramel in the beverages.

Out in the field were some light autumn activities.

It was Parents' Weekend. Show off your pumpkin carving skills to your relatives.

[[ ocd up! ]]

weirderthanthou

It was nice for an October Friday, wasn't it? The leaves were falling artfully, and there was a slight chill, but it wasn't so cold that it would leave anyone shivering. And if, for some reason, they were, well-- the hot apple cider stand near the edge of the Park would probably help.

There was a merry banner in Fandom's colors floating above the picnic tables, reading--

PARENTS WEEKEND 2024! WELCOME!

-- and a squirrel band was playing interpretations of modern pop songs on very small squirrel instruments under one of the trees.

Welcome, parents and other friends and family.

[[ ocd up! you're all good to go with your apps ]]

totalwildcard

Sometimes a girl and her hyena just needed to get out of the house, so that was what Harley and Bruce were doing right now!

In more specific terms as to where exactly 'out of the house' they were, they were in the park, by the pond. And as for what they were actually doing, Bruce was stalking some of the flamingos, and Harley was watching him do so while taking noisy sips through the big straw in her absolutely monstrous drink concoction from the Perk. Unless it was from J,GoB? Actually, maybe J,GoB. The big cup wasn't even see-through and yet the thing was still managing to look like it was tooth-rottingly sweet.

Anyway, Harley was also calling out encouraging things to Bruce, like "Ya gotta find more cover if you don't want them to run like that!" and "Watch out for that wing, baby!" and "Did you know these pink freaks could get so goddamn loud?!"

Okay, maybe that last one was just a flat out question rather than encouragement, whatever, don't box her in!

(But seriously, did you?)

(open for all your park needs!)

thatwaslucky

Rey was back from her trip home, and was both looking to get back to her routine and to get away from animals for a bit. Training was being moved to the park today, where she could kind of relax while doing lightsaber drills outdoors, in the time they had before she started complaining about cold weather. (Aka five degrees cooler.)

She'd forgotten about the flamingoes. Whatever, they wouldn't throw things at her.

[Listen, if you wanna distract me from the 400+ emails I still have to deal with after vacation, I'd be appreciative.]

single_man_tear

Look, working for a necromancer who doesn’t give a damn about her business and still pays you just to move weird stuff around? Pretty easy gig.

If it was anyone else, Dean would’ve tossed the note in the trash and gone on with his day. But Liliana asked. And, much to his regret, now Dean was standing in the park with a freshly cleaned mimic chair.

Yeah, it had a leash on it, but the chair wasn’t moving because, of course, the whole point of a mimic chair isn’t to stroll around. It’s to surprise you and grab you when you least expected it.

But since there were people around, the chair stayed put.

The real kicker? It made Dean look like a total idiot, dragging a chair on a leash through the park while muttering to himself.

hashtag_chocobro

The problem with discovering that you might actually be this place's Hero of Time was that Dink didn't even know where to begin, after he left Liz's house. He rolled around in the streets for a bit, but he didn't really have a lot of guidance on what the next step was. Probably had to meet some helpful person to point him in the right direction! Or maybe he needed to get more rupees and get something from one of the shops!

Well, a good way to find rupees was in the grass, right? So he came out of his roll when he got to the park, pulled the sword, which looked like a lot of rocks just cobbled together (a sword for BASHING,not for CUTTING, really) from behind his back, frowned a little that the grass wasn't longer, and then crouched down to get to work.

Spinning mightily with the blade to slice through the tips of the grass.

"Hrrryah!" he called out, with each spin. "Hrrryah!Hrrryah!"

[[ open park is ooopen!]]

unusual_sith

Lana had missed all the goings-on the last few days in favor of heading home for long enough to...enthusiastically encourage some people into doing better jobs.

But now she was back, and she had aggravation to work off. And possibly some better moves to learn for her weekly sparring with Atton later.

So she was in the park, swinging around a lightsaber in an aggressive if meditative fashion.

[Open post and park!]

whenshewasnice

Come Friday evening, there was practically a festival area in the park. On one side stood a line of various food trucks, serving ~~moddable~~ food and beverages, courtesy of Envy and Peter's wedding budget. On the other, there was a merch booth for anything and everything Envy you might want - at least in terms of apparel or physical records. There was also a little cordoned off media area to one side of the stage, holding members of the music press from around the multiverse, ready to live-tweet the show back into their worlds.

And then, of course, there was the stage, looming over everything, just a little bigger than what a show in a small town park strictly speaking needed. The back of the stage was already lit up with giant block letters of made up of a gazillion light bulbs, spelling out ENVY. Just in case anyone forgot who tonight was really all about. (Or needed a reminder about who to Google.)

The paint rain across the island was still going, so hope everyone was either cool with continuing to be dyed various colors, or had brought an umbrella or perhaps a big newspaper to shield themselves with. Either way, the hope was everyone enjoyed themselves.

[ooc: ~~Pls wait as I establish some subthreads in here!~~ Open, have at!]

weirderthanthou

Was anyone sick of seeing each other yet? If not - or if the siren call of free food kept working for you - well, the morning brought one last event. The blue and yellow banners had been moved to the park, and what few possums were there mostly seemed to be passing by.

There was still a whisp of glitter on the wind, though. It smelled like daffodils.

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