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It was a decent fall day, not too cold and, for the moment, not too wet either. Those Fandomites headed for Canada met up on the causeway, where soon they'd be taking their Portalocity jaunt to Newfoundland. With any luck, they wouldn't have too many strange connections, either.

But that was a thing for very soon, and gathering up - large piles of luggage and all - was for now. Those leaving had been warned to take work clothes as well as vacation clothes. And to pack warm, of course: this wasn't Hawaii they were headed to this time.

[[ gather up your things! get ready! post is open! ]]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

"I can do this. I am in control of my destiny. I am a capable and intelligent human being. I will help defeat the powers of darkness. I am doing the right thing..."

Andrew stood at the end of the causeway, reciting the same list of mantras over and over, desperately trying to convince himself that he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life. He had phoned his aunt in Sunnydale this morning to let her know he was coming home. Her response had been to deny knowledge of his existence and then she hung up the phone.

His phone call to Jonathan had gone much better. His only friend back home was more than happy that he was coming back, and Andrew was relieved to have a place to stay. Jonathan was apparently out on his own now, sharing an apartment with some guy named Warren -- sounded like the perfect bachelor pad.

"I am doing the right thing," he said again with a glance at his watch. The taxi should be there soon.

[ooc: If your character would care to say goodbye to Andrew, please assume they know he's here and leaving! This is his last post in FH. Goodbye OOC post here...]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew opened the store early and spent most of his time walking around, touching certain objects and laughing at the memories they brought up - real or imagined.

He still wasn't sure who the new owner was, so he placed his letter of resignation in the cash drawer, sure it would be found.

He would miss this place.

The Magic Box was open!

[ooc: SP for travel/New Years-ness. This is Andrew's last work post!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew eyed the boxes he need to unpack and inventory, and decided to ignore them. Today felt very much like a do-nothing day.

He could use a cup of hot chocolate, a fireplace, and good book on summoning. Specifically, he was getting interested in demons with the power to produce euphoric scents. It was a potential goldmine waiting to be tapped. That, and selling duct tape coffee cozies on ebay.

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was fairly certain the walk to work had lowered his core body temperature to a dangerous level. To raise it back up, he would occasionally pause in his store duties and jog in place.

The Magic Box was opened!

[Much-o meetings = SP day!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew pulled a towel out of his bag and spread it out over the damp grass before sitting down. It was cold and threatening to rain, but he had two grape Squishies and a stack of comics he hadn't had a chance to read yet.

For a while, he just sat there and looked towards the water, his breathing syncing up with the undulating surf. It was peaceful, slow.

He lightly tapped his Squishy to the one sitting next to him, and took a sip. "Well, little man, it's been a long year," he said. "I hope things are more exciting where you are."

He took one more sip and then picked up the latest Ratguy. "You're going to love this one. Ratguy is having an identity crisis, yet again. I mean, seriously, when is he going to realize the the Tricker is just acting out because of all his repressed feelings? Sparrow would be so jealous if he ever wised up."

He began to read the comics aloud, not caring that they were getting wet. Some things were more important.

[ooc: establishy, but it is outdoors if you think your character might happen by or be looking for Andrew. SP likely.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew stood by the front door and looked out the window. It was a gray day, cold, and he was regretting having only worn a light jacket. Still, it seemed somewhat fitting for the week.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened on this island a year ago. He should be thankful to be healthy, glad that most of his friends had made it through that week alive. Most...

The Magic Box was opened.

[ooc: open (as stores tend to be) if somewhat emo...]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Even though he usually missed the nearly perfect weather back in Sunnydale, Andrew had to admit that Fall was rapidly becoming his favorite season. He propped open the front door to the shop and set about doing a bit of cleaning, softly singing various show tunes as he went.

Open!

wantstodirect

The walk from the dorms to the restaurant was uneventful. Tony and Andrew got a table near a window and the waiter gave them menus.

"Should we get an appetizer?" Tony asked Andrew.

[Thread is for the date! The Steakhouse is open to all, though.]

Current Mood: nervous

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

There was a large signboard in front of Atlas Gym proclaiming the evening's event:

Swim Suit Up and Grab a Noodle!
Wednesdays at the Dive-In
Tonight's Feature - Space Battles IV: Fresh Dreams

Students, townies, and teachers alike could cuddle up on a raft or a noodle in the heated, Olympic-sized pool or the bubbly jacuzzi and watch Duke and Hanno save Princess Leanna from the evil Dark Helmet.

Current Mood: geeky

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was doodling. He had a few books opened and on the counter, but he wasn't paying attention to them. His mind was elsewhere.

The Magic Box was open!

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Just because he had nothing to do on Sunday mornings anymore didn't mean that he slept any later. His body was used to an early wake up and by the Nameless Name, that was what he got. As such, not much in the mood to clatter around in the kitchen and disturb anyone else's rest, Liir made his way to the Park with his ball. A bit of flour down and the two plastic tubs on the grass gave him a good practice yard which he put to use with great pleasure.

Not that he would mind anyone joining in...

[open!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

This wasn't right. Someone had done something to the store.

Andrew stood in the middle of the shop and gawked. It looked like a rogue Disney designer had had his or her way with the Magic Box.

"This is totally awesome," he said. "I think I hate it." He really wasn't sure.

The Magic Box was open!

[ooc: Extreme SP day, week, life...]

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

The past few weeks of work were finally coming to a head, and Charlotte was both nervous and excited and getting herself worked up into a frenzy with making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction with the exhibit, though. The turnout wasn't huge, but nicely manageable and thankfully not small by any measure. Some of the work was a bit amateurish, but she had to admit to being pretty blown away by a few of the others.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around and the doors were open, the gallery was set up in a display of the pieces by artist, and the usual spread of treats and drinks were available in another area of the room. Charlotte, dressed in a vibrant red, milled around the gallery to make sure everything was in order and all the guests were enjoying the exhibit. She was also keeping an eye out for the artists of certain pieces, since she was very eager to potentially meet them.

The Community Showcase Exhibit was open!

[[ ~~or will be, once I get the very extensive OCD up!~~ It's up! Enjoy! ]]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had stopped and gotten a large hot chocolate on his way to work. Sure, it still wasn't perfect hot chocolate weather, but there was a slight crispness to the air this morning that had made him want it.

He propped the front door open and pulled a chair up to sit next to it, just inside the shop. Rearranging the frogspawn jelly could wait.

The Magic Box was opened!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was sitting behind the counter, looking off into space. There was a large book on alchemy sitting in front of him, but he hadn't opened it.

The Magic Box is open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew took some time and reworked the display of scented candles, moving the more popular scents to the far end of the shelf so customers would consider the other ones first. Then he made up a little sign to tout the benefits of slug scented candles:

Why Slug?
Because you honestly miss that locker room funk!
Because you dare to be different!
Because you really don't have a good sense of smell but you like the fleshy color!

The Magic Box was opened!

stylin-wizard.livejournal.com

Alex was relieved to be back in Fandom. Sure, she'd treasured the time she got to spend with her family during the last half of summer (not that she was telling them that!), but she'd missed this place. A lot.

Opening up the Magic Box, Alex did a thorough sweep of the store, making sure things were in their place. It had been a while since she'd opened the store and she wanted to familiarize herself with anything new that might have come in.

The Magic Box is open!

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Couldn't believe it. Eight months, she'd been opening this joint. She was gonna miss it.

"You gonna miss me?" Faith asked Tino. She stuck out her cleavage. "I mean, you're gonna miss these, right? You can say it."

Tino didn't answer.

Caritas was open. For Faith's last shift.

(OOC: We're gonna call this Faith's goodbye post, so if you've got anything to say, stop in and have a drink!)

Current Mood: bouncy

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was unpacking and cataloging the latest shipment. There was an entire box of shrunken head key chains, and he was trying to sort them out according to hair color. They were surprisingly life-like, which he was totally ignoring, because, um, gross.

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was over an hour late getting to work, and this after having left nearly half an hour early. If he hadn't recently watched The Heavy Mist, he would have been fine, but that wasn't the case. No, this morning, every time Andrew had bumped into something, which was frequently, he ran screaming in the other direction, convinced a ghostly pirate thing was about to run him through with a rusty cutlass.

Sometimes having a healthy imagination was just a nuisance.

Now safely at the store, he was making his best attempt to not look out the windows, certain that if he did, random and unexplained things would leer at him through the thick fog.

The Magic Box was open!

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

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!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Being that Mr. Giles was away, Andrew decided to take the day and do a few managerial tasks. He pulled out a couple of large, dusty books from under the counter and plopped them down with a thunk. Upon opening the first one, Andrew was confronted with columns of numbers and dollar amounts. He frowned. The last entry was dated clear back in April.

"Time to cook the books," he mummbled, grabbing a pencil and setting about his task. He had no clue what he was doing.

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Having found himself being followed and serenaded by a particularly amorous rat, Andrew was steering clear of the store windows today, opting to sit against the wall behind the counter. He really hoped the rat was drunk, and that he didn't actually resemble a "tender blond young maiden, whose eyes were wide yet sad."

He was also not considering the next line: "But if her legs would part for me, she'd be forever glad."

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had a lot on his mind. It was good being out of his room, but he wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as he thought he would.

He had the front door of the shop open, and he was standing there, contemplating the crisp edge in the breeze, the sidewalk in front of the store, life, the universe, and one lost didgeridoo.

The Magic Box was open.

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

"Hey hey!" Hades appeared near the hole between Fandom and Tartarus. It used to be a barrier, and technically it still was, but he was starting to like to think of it as a hole. It was only a matter of time before it was a clear path between the two places and then he would set everything on fire and whoever was left on the island would burn. The whole thing sounded like a great deal to Hades. After all, he'd given them a chance or three and they hadn't taken it, so once everything was in working order and this was officially his turf, all bets were off. "How's my genius protégé? Wait, no, don't answer that. I already know the answer." If Andrew was putting into this what he was supposed to, he would have felt like his life was being sapped away by this whole thing. It was amazing what whispered promises of fame, fortune and power could do to get someone to go along with a plan that involved destroying an entire town and everyone in it.

The part about everyone dying might have been conveniently left out. Details, details.

He lowered his voice to something more calm and soothing. "Only a little longer, kid. A few more hours and the hole will do the rest of the work for you." After there was a human sacrifice to seal the deal. He hadn't decided who to use yet. Hades enjoyed the idea of Harriet Jones staying right where she was far too much to use her. The Mountie was up there on the list. There were a few other names too, but they were still up on the surface, so he'd see. There was plenty of time to decide later. For now, he had to keep Andrew going. "Just think, Andrew, think of all the power you'll have as soon as this thing is over, think of how you'll show everyone your talent. They won't be able to ignore you now. A couple more hours."

Fandom was fighting a losing battle. The last chance to turn the tables was fast approaching.

[OOC: NFI except for the lackey boy.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Today, Andrew decided it was time to peruse some of the books Mr. Giles kept hidden away from the general public. It was nice having the keys.

Besides, it's not like the books themselves were dangerous -- well, at least not the majority of them. It was what one did with the knowledge obtained from those books that mattered. And lately, Andrew was feeling a little daring.

The Magic Box was opened!

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Calmly adjusting the bandage, Temari sat down behind the desk for work.

She had her fan-- which needed work after the first real fight with it-- and plenty of other weapons in case she really needed them.

Wellspring Arms was open for business.

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

The beauty of their current surroundings made Andrew just a little sad. He knew why this was, but he wouldn't admit it, not even to himself.

Still, it didn't stop him from making a nice little arrangement of love charms, books on enchantments, and some of the more romantically scented candles on a little table near the front.

He pulled up a chair next to the open door and sat down with some of the books from the shop, flipping pages and wondering if there was a spell that could cure doubt.

The Magic Box was open!

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Oiling the metal of her fan, Temari certain didn't look like she was paying any attention to the shop today.

Then again, it might be because the only people who seemed to show up used the Meditation room.

Oh well, more time for her to take care of her weaponry.

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

It was glorious day, so Andrew propped open the front door to the shop, pulled up a chair, and sat down with a few comic books.

The Magic Box was open!

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Settling down at the front desk, Temari brought research material.

Reasearch meaning the odd little fashion magazines she'd managed to pick up. And constantly making small mental notes about how impossibly it would be to move in a fight in some of them.

Although the purple one did draw her eye...

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew came in after his class and opened up the shop. It wasn't particularly dirty, but he decided to spend his time cleaning it from top to bottom, so he put on some music, grabbed a broom, and got to work.

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew rushed in after his early class and opened up the store. He brewed up some tea, sat back behind the counter, and opened up a book on general charms and potions. Sometimes he wished he had let Jonathan teach him more of the magic stuff.

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had a stack of magazines, a giant mocha, and a muffin. Life was good.

Pixie Dust was open.

[ooc: Living on the wild side, no OCD today.]

Current Mood: cheerful

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew knew he should probably seek out Mr. Giles at some point to apologize for his previous absence, but that could wait. Right now he was hoping for a nice low-key first day back to work after having been gone for a few weeks.

He still had a lot on his mind.

The Magic Box was open!

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir was quiet as he came to work today. He was still in all black, though not the slightly tattered pieces he'd worn yesterday that he'd have to try and repair tonight, but most of the small cuts on his face were gone. He greeted the kitchenware politely but without much warmth before putting up the specials and getting to it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that his mind was elsewhere, though.
Today's Specials
Cilantro Chicken with Water Chestnuts and Baby Bok Choy
Dulce de Leche Cheesecake
Cafe Fina was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew had a bag of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a stack of books, and a pocket full of action figures. Sprawled out in the grass, he was attempting to reenact one of his favorite Space Battles fight scenes, but his heart just wasn't in it. His imitation blaster sounds just didn't sound as authentic as usual and he skipped his highly practiced action figure death throws in favor of simply flicking the figure backward.

[open like a park!]

mistressofblack.livejournal.com

With an unexpected three kids for the weekend, it had taken a bit longer than planned to make it out of the apartment; neither Lulu nor Jean-Paul were familiar with exactly how many things one needed to do with a child, after all. Still, they eventually made their way down to the beach, Lulu carrying a basket, holding a late lunch picnic, hooked on one elbow, while she held Bell against her with the other arm.

"This should be nice," she said, smiling, as she laid down the basket. Putting Bell down to toddle around, with an admonition to stay close, she spread out the blanket from the top of the basket and lay down upon it. "A happy family, out for an afternoon at the beach."

[For the rest of the odd little family, but open for anyone who wants to come by!]

not_in_the_book

It was later in the evening; the dance went on.

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew ran in, late, and set up everything for his shift.

The Magic Box was open!

[ooc: I'm basically AFK today. Ping in if you don't mind the thread starting laaaaater...]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

It was actually a pretty day, but cold, so Andrew didn't prop open the front door this week.

He read through his comics pretty quickly, so, bored, he took out some chalk and started drawing some basic summoning circles on the floor. They really didn't look all that out of place in the Magic Box, and they would clean up pretty easily.

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

There was a bit of blue sky peeking through the clouds and it was finally warming up a touch, so Andrew pulled a chair up next to the door, propped it open, and sat down to read.

The Magic Box was open!

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

There was a basket on the counter next to Andrew with a sleeping droid baby.

Andrew was flipping through his latest comic book purchase.

This week, he at least remembered to turn on the store lights.

The Magic Box was open!

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After making sure that everything in the store was in order, Isabel settled behind the counter with her mocha and a good book.

Pixie Dust was open.

( Cut for image )

Current Mood: cheerful

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

It had been months since Andrew had worked at the Magic Box, so he took a bit of time before opening to remind himself what exactly it was he was supposed to be doing.

Still, he forgot little things like turning on the store lights lights, uncovering some of the displays, and setting up the register for the day.

Basically, he just unlocked the front door and sat down. He hadn't slept well, had a bit of a headache, and was still just feeling off in general.

He blamed the stasis. "Stupid stasis."

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was feeling a little off. He hadn't been able to shake some of his bunny habits -- the spontaneous and lengthy naps, the compulsion to nibble anything green and leafy, the occasional little hop. He had considered staying home from work today, but having already missed his past two shifts, he forced himself out of bed and into town.

He opened the shop and took his normal spot behind the counter. Even the Magic Box seemed a little off to him. He kept noticing little things that had changed or sold or seemed out of place. And then there was the statue that he swore had been outside the shop when he opened this morning, but had vanished.

He pulled out a carrot and took a bite. There was a reassuring crunch. At least that seemed normal.

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