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craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

fh_office

The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]

suitably_heroic

The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact.

So when he stepped outside the MCA that morning and watched a bunch of zombie gremlins shambling towards him, he just sighed. "I don't want to deal with this today," he said.

The zombies didn't seem terribly impressed by that, so he lit his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. "No, seriously," he said. "I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today--"

[[ first for me and me and me, open after that! ]]

not_every_mage

Anders hadn't made it to the dance the day before, but he'd run into Umbridge, which was its own kind of delight. He was nonetheless in an all right mood as he got to the shop and set up for the day. There was a shipment of toads for use in spells -- very tricky, especially since the toads weren't quite as dead as they normally were and kept hopping all over the place.

He was chasing one of the last ones into their terrarium when he suddenly felt a sharp jab at his ankle, and looked down to see a green ... thing that definitely wasn't a toad sinking its teeth into his unprotected flesh. He cast a half-controlled bolt of fire at the gremlin, killing it (and scorching the floor), but it was too late. For the rest of his shift, he wouldn't do much but moan and lurch around the store, occasionally walking into walls and then righting himself. The doorknob was beyond his ken, but he scrabbled at the door trying to force it open for quite a while.

Once he gave up on that, he turned his attention to the tank of toads.They wouldn't be as tasty as people, but they still had the brains and blood he craved.

[OOC: Open post!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

Well. That was it, then.

Alistair had his things all packed in one simple bag, slung over his shoulder, over the shield. Duncan had been brief but urgent in his message: all the Wardens were to go to Ostagar, to join King Cailan's army. They would cobble together the last batch of recruits and then go to war against the darkspawn, hopefully stopping this Blight before it went anywhere.

He'd miss this place, sure. (Though he certainly wouldn't miss Morrigan - at least some good would come of this.) But he was a Warden, and he was planning to serve.

Actually, come to think of it, he was looking forward to doing something useful for a change.

He took one more moment to stand by the causeway, to look up at that large castle. Then he was on his way.

[[ last post in Fandom! it is open, however, for anyone who wants to catch him before he goes, or who wants to use the causeway for their own purposes. ]]

selfhelphero

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

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

Current Mood: pleased

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

Duncan's letters had been getting an awful lot more urgent lately. Talk about an upcoming war, and King Maric massing an army at Ostagar... it said a lot about the speed with which the darkspawn were moving. Duncan himself was relatively safe - going to visit a nobleman friend of his, Teyrn Cousland.

But that wasn't enough to keep Alistair from worrying.

And when Alistair worried, he did something about it, like... beating up on devilish demonspawn or cracking wise at whoever needed to be cracked wise at. Or eating.

There wasn't any demonspawn about, and he didn't really know anyone who could benefit from a few wisecracks but himself, so he was making the intelligent choice and opting for the latter.

Which would explain why Alistair was currently sitting at the front of Chilly Boulder with a bowl so full of ice cream, it should probably be named 'Fort Drakon of Creamed Ice' or something.

He was on a roll today.

[[ open! ]]

throughaphase

The place was open tonight, and hopefully people had actually heard about or seen the signs for the Over 18 party. Otherwise... this was going to be lame, oops.

The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.

And there was a sign out.

PARTYGOERS GET THE FIRST ROUND FREE!
(Must be over 18)

Hello, incentive.

[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

So early Monday morning last week, Alistair had gotten a sudden and urgent missive from the Grey Wardens that his presence was required in Ferelden for a mission.

And, well, as far as the Grey Wardens went, he was a dutiful boy.

It had been a long week of darkspawn-killing and endless hikes through the forest (and without Duncan around, not that Alistair had been hoping he'd show up or anything), and he'd only been sent back on his way about a day and a half ago, and he hadn't even had a horse.

So: here was Alistair, wandering into town, darkspawn-blood-encrusted, wearing a new set of (more shiny) armor, and with powdered sugar falling on his head. ...Okay, the powdered sugar was actually not that bad--

"This tastes amazing!"

--stop plucking powdered sugar out of your hair, Alistair. Darkspawn blood.

[[ open! ]]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

The DJ was cranking the music tonight, but you could hear Jack's anguished cry even over that as he came in for another shift:

"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"

Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.

Current Mood: distraught!!!

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

( He was interrupted by a fireball... )

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

Nathan was in a much better mood this week than he was last. That made him less likely to snap at Tino and meant Tino's mouth was safe from getting a rag stuffed into it. Nathan, instead, was feeling creative. He was not much of a mixed drinks guy, preferring to go for liquor straight from the bottle, so he decided to invent some things tonight.

Did butterscotch schnapps, sangria and bourbon go together? Probably not but that was Nathan's first creation and Tino was gonna be the test dummy if he got no other takers. Poor, poor Tino.

Current Mood: creative

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Entries tagged with alistair

Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout, The Beach, Monday afternoon

Gremlin Party, Unexplored Wooded Area, Sunday Evening

Outside MCA, Sunday Morning

Magic Box, Sunday, 09/06

The Park over by the Belthazor Commemorative Ditch [Saturday, September 5, 2015, dawn]

The Causeway, Friday Morning

The Park, Thursday, All Day

Prom | Community Center | Friday Evening | Post I

Chilly Boulder, Thursday Afternoon

Caritas- Saturday

The Causeway, Monday Morning

Homecoming Brunch, The Park, Sunday Morning

Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

Devil's Nest [Thursday evening]

By the Campgrounds, Saturday

The Park, Wednesday Morning

Caritas | Wednesday

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