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death-of-hope.livejournal.com

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

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

[OOC: open!]

Current Mood: ecstatic

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone was in the Park to feed the ducks.

Well, also to use the playground -- especially the swings -- but mostly to feed the ducks.

However, there didn't seem to be any ducks at all today, which was strange, so she was contenting herself with trying to coax Gulliver to use the seesaw with her. It wasn't working very well, especially once a small green creature flung itself at Anemone and started biting her leg.

Anemone stopped and looked at it blankly. Gulliver stared too.

And a few moments it was skittering backwards, making faces and spitting as if it had just eaten something sour.

"You totally deserved that," Anemone pointed out. "You shouldn't bite people you don't know, you might catch something. Now apologize, and you can play with us."

The gremlin hissed at her. Stupid icky weird person-not-person meat. It was her fault for not tasting good!

Anemone sighed, got up, and proceeded to start kicking it in the head. "Fine. Then we're going to play a game I like. It's called soccer, and you're the ball."

It was possible she was going to be at this for awhile.

[So totally open!]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

It was still a good day to torment guests and locals alike and there was still plenty of food (courtesy of your Fandom High StuCO) in the Park, welcoming visitors to Fandom Island.

The registration desk was still open and the banner waved in the comfortable breeze announcing the event of the day.

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Post 1 | Security | Registration | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: pleased

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual or the meeting today today; mats and punching bags for the beginners, the sparring sections, a playpen for their littlest member, and Ghanima and Tyler keeping a keen eye over it all.

"Welcome back," Ghanima called out once it looked like a consensus of people had arrived. "If you haven't been here before, talk with one of us to go over the rules before you grab a partner."

"And since we have critical mass this week" -- and Tyler looked amused at that -- "we're back to paring you up. You and you, you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two sets."

"Those two. Yes, you, don't pretend to be invisible. And, let's see, you and you. There. Now don't you feel special?" Ghanima beamed. "Now go show us just how special you are."

Tyler tilted his head at the selected pairs and made one odd and utterly uncharacteristic announcement for Tahiri's sake. "If we ever point to you and you can't fight, don't be stupid. Let us know and we'll figure something else out."

"NOW" -- and he sounded relived to be done with that -- "Go. Be snowflakes."

He could almost laugh.

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[Up early for SP goodness. Mmmm....SP. OCD is up! Go hit people!]

Current Mood: amused

atreideslioness

Anyone coming to fight club this week would see the ball pit and piles of mats from weetiny weekend set up again, along with some colorful punching bags.

Which the adults could play with too, if they wanted.

Tyler wasn't dressed for a fight, and the curly-headed little girl who he kept glancing back at as he talked probably gave an indication as to why.

Estella, it turned out, hated fighting. She was pouting quite a bit just about being in the gym.

But he'd do his job, even if he looked exhausted. "Right, so you know why you're here. Guests, welcome, play nice. Atreides, got anything to add?"

Ghanima had a small blonde child balanced on her hip, and an older red-haired girl stood nearby, blue-on-blue eyes watching everything with interest. These two children, at least, clearly took after her. "Those not normally residents of this island who are under the age of ten must have permission from their 'parents' before hitting the sparring mats," she said firmly. She wouldn't put it past any of the people present to have children with mildly violent tendencies. "Otherwise, have fun."

[Preplayed with the fantastic

tyler_back. Up early for SP & no RNG this week, due to Easter and AU Kidlets!]

Current Mood: chipper

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

After Flight Club, Anemone had stopped at her room long enough to drop off her bag, feed Gulliver, and change into a tanktop and dark jeans before heading back outside.

Like she was going to pass this chance up.

She was currently moving from rooftop to rooftop, tossing herself recklessly off fire escapes and through broken windows as she chased harpies through the abandoned buildings. Blood (not hers) streaking her face and arms as she ran.

Anemone hadn't gotten to hunt like this in far too long.

[Open!]

Current Mood: giddy

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town today. Then again, Marion wasn't exactly the most social of people these days and wouldn't have known the difference between one crazy person and another.

[I'm totally cheating and making it a mod Tino night]

peace_n_war

Another Sunday, another shift at the cafe. And Warren was going to spend it by reading an old book of Chinese legends and contemplating the positives and negatives of giving Fina a Chinese menu for the day. Sure, the town already had Ching Tai, but sometimes a guy just needed some stir-fry.

After some negotiation with the dishes, the staff managed to toss together a workable specials board.

Today's Specials:
Chicken with Sichuan Peppercorns
Spicy Sichuan Shrimp
Sponge Cake With Coconut Icing

Cafe Fina was open!

tyler_gone

After stretching his muscles and going a quick round with a punching bag (the bag lost), Tyler settled on a mat cross-legged to wait for Anemone.

Whether he was meditating or sleeping was open for debate.

[OOC: Open gym, dudes.]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Whatever bout of Fandom strangeness was going on had completely passed Anemone by.

For once, she was not pleased about it.

Which is why she's grabbed a spot at Chilly Boulder with her sketchbook and colors. If she doesn't ~~get~~ have to put up with children of her own, she's going to eat her ice cream and watch all the other make-shift families run around.

At least it was good entertainment.

[Open!]

Current Mood: disappointed

robinthefrog.livejournal.com

Whew! That had been a long, long journey. And then getting in, and unlocking the door and switching the sign to OPEN.

Robin was now sacked out on the counter, using a few kleenexes for blankets and ~~sleeping~~ recovering.

He'll wake up to help customers though. How else could he remain the bestest Magic Box Employee Evar!

by137.livejournal.com

A.J. came into work today with a bit of a nervous energy, mostly out of hoping that it would be overlooked that he ducked out of work on Sunday for the rather impromptu trip home for the holiday. Either way, he was doing a good job of cleaning up in an effort to make up for hte indiscretion.

Today's special was a picture of a pig without legs, but tentacles instead: Squid Pork.

Luke's is open!

bigdamnprincipal

Across the town, the school, and the dorms, fliers had been put up to inform everyone of a town meeting taking place tonight (with a bold, capitalized note at the bottom warning everyone to be careful getting to the town hall). Zoe waited for as many people as possible to arrive and get settled before she got up and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice tonight," she said. "We wanted to get everyone together to share some new information that was found today. Our researchers have found some possible evidence concerning the angels, and some of the people who have gone missing." She picked up the notes she'd been given, and read what the researchers had found.

"As much as I don't want to do this, I need to ask for volunteers," she continued. "We need people to go and get this information, or to talk to these folks, so we can figure out how to stop the angels, and get everyone back. I won't turn away students who want to help, but you're going to be sent with adults to make sure all of you come back in one piece. If you want to stay here, that's perfectly fine. I want to remind all of you that there are safehouses being set up throughout town, to make sure that no one has to be alone right now. Travel in numbers, and always look around you. If you do that, you'll stay safe. I'll be here to answer any questions, and to take the names of those who want to volunteer. The floor is open for anyone who has something else they'd like to say."

[OCD is up! If you're on one of the away teams, you can handwave coming to the meeting and volunteering, if you want.]

by137.livejournal.com

A.J. was feeling a whole lot of stress. Stress over his project for class. Stress over the upcoming Valentine's Day. Stress over the whole things with Annette. Stress, stress, stress. It sucked. So A.J. was sulking. A lot. At least he knew that he could do sulking well.

Today's special looked like just a continuing spiral of overlapping and slightly chaotic colors.

Luke's is open.

offthelisthero.livejournal.com

Wandering the streets of Fandom had failed to find anyone that Mohinder thought could obviously be identified as dangerous but it also lacked anybody who he felt could be trusted to help. All that had told him was he was on an island.

Mohinder had, however, located a coffee shop and a wallet in his borrowed suit. Two cups of coffee later, and a third in his hand, and he was now ensconced at a corner table - looking around carefully.

[Open]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

Anemone bounced in place as she looked over all the different options. Classes were done, finals were done, and now she just had this holiday-thing to figure out.

When in doubt, drink lots of tea.

[Anemone's there for Billy, but it's open for all perk-type needs.]

Current Mood: cheerful

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine. Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC: And this is the last hospilinic post! The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC). Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people.~~ OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

Current Mood: anxious

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was not at all happy about how the emergency clinic looked when he came in. There were too many people there, too many students, not to mention the baby, and he had a moment of feeling helpless before he pulled himself together and got down to business. There had to be something that could be done to help everyone.

[OCD of doom is up! I'm heading home right now, so if there are any problems, e-mail me at celestialnature@gmail.com and I'll fix them around 7:15 when I get home. Tags will be added then too.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was in a somber mood as he made the rounds through the cot area and checked on the growing number of patients. The idea that someone could die from this sickness had occurred to him, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to one of the students. Needless to say, he was determined to not lose anyone else.

[OCD is up, come on in!]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson had gotten a briefing from Troy before coming in today and had already shut down his OMGWTFPlllllaaaggggguuuuueee response in favor of being able to actually function as a doctor.

Slipping a mask over his mouth almost immediately, he grabbed up charts and began to walk through the cots, getting an update on everyone's status. Next up would be making sure the volunteers were organized and that people who were sitting bedside vigil were taking care of themselves ~~and not starting to show symptoms~~

[ooc: OCDS ~~will be coming presently~~ are up, you may now continue to enjoy your plague.]

blessed_twice

Wyatt had been prepared for the sight of several flu victims, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. He counted at least 15 beds, and who knew if the people tending to them would get sick as well. He conferred briefly with Dr. Troy to find out what procedures they had in place, grabbed a mask, and got to work.

[ooc: Christian modded without permission! I will be AFK for an hour and a half or so, so clinic volunteers, please keep an eye on patients and new arrivals if you don't mind. I should be back by 8:00 PM EST at the latest, and you can ping me on AIM as Chaos of Passion or belthazor FH or via email (kajivar@gmail). OCD ~~forthcoming~~ is up! Now in the correct comm!]

Current Mood: worried

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian came in early to the clinic and found his patients had doubled overnight and were starting to be stacked up like cordwood in the exam rooms. He definitely was going to have to make use of town hall. After a few ~~handwavey~~ phone calls to get things officially set up, he and the nurses transfered the patients over to the makeshift hospital. Fortunately, town hall was almost directly behind the clinic, so it was a short trip. Cots were obtained and set up around the large room in anticipation of more patients.

The mayor didn't seem to be around, but Christian left ~~handwavey~~ messages for Principle Washburn and Sheriff Mustang about the situation. They were definitely going to have to establish a quarantine. This was spreading like wildfire. He would insist that anyone tending to the patients was going to have to wear masks and gloves.

[ooc: Patients modded without permission, because they are in no condition to resist, muhahaha. Volunteers, feel free to tend to patients as they ping in. OCD ~~coming~~ has arrived!

Second verse, same as the first. May be SP at times, particularly between 9:30 AM EST - 11:00 AM EST, if work gets crazy and I start drowning in Thanksgiving floral arrangements. But I am around -- you can also ping me on AIM as Chaos of Passion or via email (kajivar@gmail).]

Current Mood: anxious

iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com

Last week hadn't been bad, really. Cassandra still wasn't entirely sure what all she was supposed to do at Fina, but she was actually starting to think that this might be something she could learn to do. That made her grin.

Last week she had pretty much exhausted her knowledge of desserts for specials, so this week she wandered back to the kitchen to talk sugary things. After a quick tour, and a few samples, she nodded to herself and got the specials board down to note today's.

( Cut for image )

Another Monday with Fina open.

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Everything seemed to be ready. The buffet tables were sparkling and filled with some of Fina's best. The cheese-grater was wandering with tall glasses of juice - although if anyone wanted something a little stronger, a few words and it could be provided. (So long as they were adults, of course.) The plates were rehearsing their kickline. The pepper-shaker was nervously zipping around here, there, and everywhere, expecting to find something wrong.

Naminé had refused the suggestions that she should costume herself as some sort of kitchenware. At the last moment, as a concession of sorts, she tied a ribbon in her hair and changed into a pinafore, figuring she could pass for ~~meta for~~ Alice. That was a costume, wasn't it?

The Specials Board read:

WELCOME PARENTS, RELATIVES, AND FRIENDS!
PLEASE ENJOY A SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH US!

Café Fina was open.

Current Mood: accomplished

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Naminé headed to Fina in the afternoon to help the cheese-grater and pepper-shaker set up.

By early evening, all the tables were in place. There was a long buffet filled with some of Fina's most excellent cuisine, a table or two of hors d'oeuvres, and a bar, which the pepper-shaker felt it was his duty to man.

The cheese-grater stayed by the front door, ready to greet people and assist them, while the plates took up trays of wine or petit fours and prepared to circulate.

The Specials Board read:

FACULTY APPRECIATION PARTY
Come enjoy a night of fine dining
While we say thank-you to the school's staff!

Naminé nodded. Now, to wait for their guests.

(OCD is coming)

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John's out on his bike, racing it up the beach by the Causeway, on the Causeway, and back along the beach, as if making sure things would be ready for a trip. The bike looks slightly different, more streamlined.

[come pester John on his bike!]

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

As per the plans she had ~~handwavily~~ made with John after their lake-dunking on Friday, Anemone found herself enjoying the nice weather as they meandered down the street towards the restaurant.

She grinned as she skipped along next to her date. "So, if we have yummy things here, does that mean I’m excused from my regular pie-fairy duties tonight? It is our normal pie-and-movie day, you know."

[ooc: Anemone and John Connor are here for their date-not-date, but Ching Tai is open for all your tasty needs. Up early for slowplay goodness. La!]

deandestroyer.livejournal.com

A long time ago, Drax had set today as the Fandom Multi-Cultural Festival. As the date got closer and he had to deal with things like prankster fairies and rabbits made of chocolate, Drax realized that he really preferred mindless violence over multi-cultural understanding.

As such, Drax went ahead and spent school funds on adult-sized Sock 'em Boppers, Inflatable Pummel Sticks, and Inflatable Sumo Suits.

Several areas were set up, one for dueling, one for playing Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots, and a large area by the pond for a free-for-all.

Drax posted three rules in plain sight everywhere: 1) There are no rules. Just fight. 2) But if you fight without the ridiculous inflatable padding, Drax may be forced to hit you. 3) And if you try to hurt anyone, Drax may be forced to hit you.

Sure he was wearing Sock 'em Boppers over his hands. But still. A cosmically powered punch dampened by air and vinyl is still pretty impressive.

In any event, it was time to rumble in a safe, padded way.

[OOC: Seriously, this was going to be a multi-cultural festival, but it was decided that punching people would be more fun. Seems like something good to end the summer on.

I just want to take a minute to give a big thanks to everyone who's participated in the Friday Events this summer. It's been a blast to coordinate them and I hope you've all had fun playing in them!]

palestshadow.livejournal.com

The cheese-grater was manning the door at Café Fina.

Anyone who came in today for lunch, or for dinner, would receive a very lovely lunch or dinner.

Anyone who, on the other hand, leaned in to tell the cheese-grater confidentially, "I'm here for the Art Party," would be ushered into the basement, which was happily weasel-free but did contain an oversize penny, along with other relics of ~~THE BATCAVE~~ an odd type.

If you are here for Fina, please mod your service. If you're here for the Art Party - which is in no way a planning meeting for students who wish to fight against Umbridge - come down to the basement.

(OOC: OPEN to any student who saw the posters and wants to come - just handwave asking Valentine for directions.)

Current Mood: determined

not_in_the_book

Ronan held the door open for Anemone as they entered the Perk, smiling warmly. "So," he said, "tea and debate. I do believe that tea is the first order of business; what would you like?"

[OOC: Thread with Anemone locked to them, otherwise open for regular Perkly business!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in.

On the stage at precisely 5:55 PM, the familiar opening of "The Final Countdown" blared and GOB strutted out onto the stage to set the mood. With illusions. There was the standard prancing and hankies and brandishing of knives, and it ended after a couple minutes with GOB wheeling a heart-shaped ring of fire out onto stage and releasing a flock of doves to fly through it.

After Tino got the resulting minor fire under control, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't matter who you are. If you're a dateless wonder or a complete slut, this night is for you. You'll get to meet several people of some gender and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to convince them to come home with you. And that, my friends, is the magic--" a large blast of smoke went off behind GOB and a banner that looked much like the sign up from - aside from the fact that the banner had yet to fall apart - dropped down behind GOB, "-- of Three Minute Dates at Caritas. My name is GOB Bluth and I'll be your host."

"When I call your name and the name of someone else, you will find each other, look longingly into each others' eyes, and figure out whether or not you give a damn about whatever they're talking about. If you do, remember that for later because you'll have to do the same thing four more times and then it's a battle of trying to figure out who you want to do more! And if everything goes!"

"Oh, and we had way too many guys again so enjoy your gay dates. Oh, and Round 4 is the gay round so everyone have fun, especially the ladies!"

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you slap someone, you will be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back.

If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

The park had been transformed into something looking a little like a circus. Tents were set up all over with things inside each of them for people to see, and there were booths outside for people to get food. Because you can't have a circus without food. Every once in a while there would be a roar from inside a tent or a sound like whatever sound an elephant would make, and random clowns were wandering around to greet unsuspecting passersby.

However, this wasn't any ordinary circus, as rickshaws and golf carts carried spangly-dressed people (who might have looked a little familiar) over to the tents. If they passed by you, you might have heard someone or another on the phone demanding to speak to their agent.

That might be because hanging from the main tent over the entrance is a large banner that reads WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS OF THE ~~moderately well-known~~ STARS!!!

[OCD is ~~coming~~ all done! Yes, I need help.]

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