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auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had been busy since early that morning, setting up the park to be perfect for the Strawberry Social. Fortunately, the park was bug free, but she had music playing to drown the sounds of Celine Dion from nearby residences. Said music tended toward the pop side, bouncy and happy, with a side of disco. Drake had nothing to do with that, really.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with flower arrangements. There were plenty of plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had gone overboard, yes. She'd also provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

Ignore any threat of rain, the weather was gorgeous. Because Vida demanded it.

[~~Wait for~~ OCD~~, please~~ is up! Open to all!]

Current Mood: happy

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but there was a half-written letter on her desk in her rooms at the apartment building that she couldn't deny she'd written and her fingers practically itched with the desire to get her hands on a file, a bit of evidence, a length of rope or a scrap of cloth. She loved it here, she'd loved it here, but she was a creature of duty, a workaholic, and one who had been idle for far too long. Most importantly, she loved something else.

Someone else.

And she wasn't sure at all how this would go. That was why she was sipping at a brandy she'd convinced the man to give her straight up and trying not to twist the little brown loaf into pieces.

[for one but the restaurant is open, obviously]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

wantstodirect

"Hey, everyone," Tony said, once people had gathered. "We're going to talk about shielding today. Or defenses, in general, since everyone's magic is a little different. First, Karla's going to talk a bit about shields. Karla?"

Tony stepped aside and let Karla ~~tag in~~ speak and answer any questions.

Once she was done, Tony addressed the group again. "Who else feels comfortable enough with defensive magic to help others? Raise your hand, please?" Wow, he felt like a teacher or something. Way weird. ~~Assuming there were hands up,~~ he continued. "Okay, everyone else? These are the guys you go to for help."

"One last thing for today - let's talk strategy. Karla suggested that we find a few places on the island that are easy to defend and practice shielding those spots. Where do you guys think those places are? And what else can we do to make those spots ready for an invasion - like, maybe have food and first aid stuff staged there?"

[OCD is ~~charging up...~~ live!]

Current Mood: working

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

There were days that Loki truly didn't want to do any work. This was one of those days. Of course, he made his way out into the lobby anyway and flopped down in one of the chairs just to give the illusion that was fucking working. He pulled his baseball cap low and stuck on a pair of sunglasses to further that illusion.

Of course, he wasn't sleeping, just daydreaming so sneaking up on wouldn't do you an ounce of good. He just hoped something fucking happened today to stimulate him. He was going to end up actually flying if this kept up.

[MHA is good and open!]

Current Mood: anxious

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

Detective Inspector Garrett walked around the town once or twice before settling at one of the tables set up outside JGOB with her dog. Mike needed no leash to stay beside her, as he was very well trained, and curled up at her feet as she settled with her tea and chosen pastry (a blueberry muffin) to mull over some things.

( What she considered was, of course, interesting reading but not necessary should someone like to speak to her. Or, of course, pet the dog. )

[open! for Abby Irene or the JGOB]

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

Abigail Irene Garrett had come out to walk Mike when her maid had told her she wasn't coming out. She'd thought it a simple matter: Mike's restlessness or the incessant barking he'd insisted on all day.

She'd found something very different.

As such, there was a highly miffed Detective Crown Investigator with her wand up walking her dog. Around her, however, there were quite a few downed Harpies frozen like so many icicles. Oh, they'd get up again as soon as the spell wore off, and with as many as she'd downed it wouldn't be too long, but for the moment, Mike was going to do his business and anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way was going to be doing it for longer than expected.

[open!]

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

In a rare fit of non-hermitry (and by this, one means that Mary chased her out of the apartment to clean things properly), Abby Irene was out and about. Or rather, in JGOB downing quite a lot of tea. It was, after all, just as good a place to work on her class for tomorrow as her apartment, considering she could sit there with her laptop, and the fresh air would do her good.

In fact, the whole thing was entirely her idea from start to finish. So there.

[open for Abby Ireneish or JGOB needs!]

crazypilotman.livejournal.com

After ~~handwavily~~ asking Abby Irene to dinner earlier during the day, Murdock met her at the apartment and escorted her down to the restaurant.

The candles that were everywhere seemed perfect and he couldn't stop grinning.

"So how did you like the holiday?"

(Murdock's here with Abby Irene, but Thai place is open for all your dinner needs.)

(and I swear I can do html code. *headdesk* nobody saw nuthin', 'k?)

Current Mood: giddy

crazypilotman.livejournal.com

Murdock had ~~handwavily~~ stopped by Abby Irene's earlier that morning and picked up Houston. Abby Irene herself had still been asleep, but Mary was happy to hand the dog over. He did leave a message though, inviting Abby Irene to dinner later that night.

Mary just nodded in her efficent way and went about her business, shooing Murdock along to his.

(Abby Irene and her maid modded with permission. expecting one, but open for all your steak needs. mmmm, steak!)

Current Mood: cheerful

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

After a brief stop at the school to check in, Fraser was now opening up the still new apartments. He'd gotten word of a few new arrivals and wanted to make sure that they had the ability to rent if they so desired.

Dief took up a spot near the door, head on the floor and just watching the activities going on outside.

Fraser was at the desk, leafing through a few files from Mayor Summers that Robin had given him yesterday.

[Please see this post for MHA information. There are ~~twelve~~ ten open apartments.]

Current Mood: awake

crazypilotman.livejournal.com

Murdock would have preferred to stay indoors the rest of the day, but Houston insisted that he needed to go out. So it was a bemoaning Murdock and an eager dog walking through the park.

Not that looked like Murdock. There were a few extra ... features and a lot more hair. Though, he didn't mind the latter so much. Kind of solved the thinning hair issue.

Clothes on the other hand... It probably looked like there was a very tomboyish (yet pretty!) woman wandering around. Murdock preferred not to think about it, really.

(open yes. hee)

Current Mood: cranky

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

Arm in arm with HM, she made her way through the streets, windowshopping for the most part as she considered the items she'd need to put together a household... or at least an apartment. Truth be told, she thought Mary should do most of this, but Mary had insisted that the lady should at least get an idea of her tastes that her maid could work with.

...if it hadn't been Mary telling it to her, she'd have told her that she didn't much care and continued on with her morning ritual, but it was Mary and so she was out.

At least, she reflected thoughtfully, I'm enjoying the company.

[Murdock modded with permission]

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

Abigail Irene Garrett wasn't aware that she tasted of something this morning. She did, but she wasn't aware of it quite yet as the idea was so utterly out of the realm of her imagining. She had had a ridiculously strong desire for a good cup of hot chocolate, though, which was why she was enjoying a cup of that very thing at J,GOB.

...though it needed something, some spice. Cinnamon? Perhaps even cayenne pepper, if such wasn't preposterous.

[open for Abby Ireneish and JGOBish things]

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

crazypilotman.livejournal.com

There was a dog. Well actually, there were two dogs. One was running around a bit, trying to convince the other to play. The other dog remained firmly where it was, hiding under a bench.

Or attempting to hide as said bench didn't exactly provide a lot of cover.

Murdock sincerely hoped nobody would find him this way. Even if he hadn't the faintest clue of what to do with himself.

Being a dog sucked.

(omg so open! he is expecting one to find him, but he's there for others to taunt/pet/otherwise embarrass him too. *g* any other threads would be before Abby Irene.)

Current Mood: i hate being a dog

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey was not a religious man.

That said, Geoffrey was a play director who'd had quite a few things go wrong last performance. As such, he didn't so much pray that things would go better tonight as stare up beyond the ceiling every few minutes during his preparations to silently ask 'what're you going to be throwing my way today, oh Lord?' He probably should have been a bit more of a supplicant as opposed to the equivalent of an irritated librarian, but Geoffrey's never been one for patience during a run.

Well... no matter what, the show would go on.

[ocd ~~coming~~ up!]

Current Mood: annoyed

offthelisthero.livejournal.com

Mohinder had been exploring ever since he got up, and that was a really long time ago. He'd gotten all the way to the beach from - well that probably didn't matter, because he wasn't lost at all. There had been a kangeroo, though it had startled away when he'd tried to take a picture and now there was sand and water all the way over there.

Mohinder carefully set down his backpack, and struggled out of his shoes before he headed to the water's edge. He stood as close as he could, staring at the water, and jumped backwards, giggling and wet-footed, as a wave caught him.

[Open]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had always wanted to go to Australia. He pulled a chair just outside the shop door and sat down so he could breathe in the fresh air and daydream about being able to leave the island and explore.

Now would be the ideal time to pull out the didgeridoo. If only he hadn't lost it in Hell. Maybe he could get someone to pick him up a new one while they were here.

The Magic Box was open!

crazypilotman.livejournal.com

Murdock had ~~handwavily~~ left Abby Irene a message, asking her to meet him in the park for lunch. He had hated missing their lunch arrangements, but sick as he'd been, he hadn't felt up to doing much over the past week.

Hopefully, this would make up for it.

Some sandwiches à la JGoB, slices of cake and couple of different beverages (since he didn't know what she'd be up for) went along with a blanket he'd spread out on the grass.

(expecting one, but could be open if people want to pester him before or after)

Current Mood: cheerful

brandyforapples.livejournal.com

Abby Irene had just sat down to enjoy her tea and a small orange-raspberry scone when the pirate approached her.

She knew him for what he was from a girlhood of reading such stories, and from the stink of the sea on him; New Amsterdam was a port, after all, and she'd had to deal with her share of unpleasant watery graves. At first, since he wasn't attacking her, she seemed content to leave him be and enjoy her repast, but then the whistling started.

( Things went a bit bawdy from there... )

Abby Irene enjoyed her scone in peace after that.

[open for any JGOB or Abby Irene-ish needs; SP from 5-10pm today][cut for mildly NWS]

Current Mood: amused

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Entries tagged with abigail garret

Strawberry Social - The Park, all day

The Outback - Friday evening - 8/07

Town Hall, Sunday [All Day]

Magic Reserve - The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

MHA Apartments | Tuesday | May 26

JGOB, Thursday afternoon, 4/30

Near MHA apartments - Wednesday afternoon - 3/11

End of the Causeway, Sunday Early Afternoon

Valentine's Dance; Town Hall; Friday Evening [8 pm - 10 pm]

JGOB - Wednesday morning - 1/14

Taste of Thai, Wednesday Evening, December 3

Outback Steakhouse, Tuesday evening

Malchanceux Harris Apartments [Tuesday]

The Park, Thursday afternoon September 25

Streets of Fandom - Saturday afternoon - 9/13

JGOB - Thursday morning - 8/28

Caritas, Saturday- Three Minute Dates

The Park, late morning Friday 8/15

The Boards - Tuesday, 8/05 @ 8pm - PERFORMANCE

The Beach, Saturday Morning

The Magic Box, Wednesday [7/30]

The Park, Friday afternoon 7/25

JGOB - Thursday afternoon - 7/17

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