fandomtownies | Entries tagged with angela montenegro

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, Bruce made his way to the bar, took a seat, and motioned for Tino to make his favorite drink. (Ginger ale, done up to look alcoholic. Ahem.) He actually had plans to hit Baltimore a little later, but he had time to put up a show and be a good host for a while.

[OOC: Here is your regular post-dates post! Mod Tino for drink making, but Bruce will be at the bar if anyone wants to chat.]

newroutines

Mike thought he was handling things pretty well, all things considered. Sure, he'd been feeling like jumping Brooke since the first time he'd laid eyes on her this afternoon, and sure, probably the only thing keeping him from doing that was Adam's unexpected presence, and sure, he was having to do his best to a least act like it was cool that Adam was here...

But he'd been keeping it together, and he was still keeping it together now that the three of them were at Caritas for his shift.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
25% offf the price of your drink if you're traumatized
(by Fandom, not in general)

The specials board in no way reflected Mike's own feelings about the island right now. Really. Blame Tino.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

newroutines

There was a bouncer at Caritas tonight. That was... new. More to the point, it was an English guy who badgered Mike about their rules. Something about 'no capes, no powers, no heroics' or something like that. Mike didn't really follow.

And then a raspy brunette came and yanked the wannabe bouncer into the bar proper, saying they didn't need a bouncer and that this wasn't a fortress, you know, and besides, all the monkeys were dead.

People were so damn weird this weekend.

But, there wasn't a bouncer at Caritas tonight after all. There was plenty of booze, though, in case that was you're favorite method of dealing with your dead visitors.

throughaphase

Kitty's good mood from the weekend had lasted all the way through to today. (Shut up.)

And then she came in to work and got her very first dose of Tino's saga with the barista. Besides hoping that wasn't what she looked like (it wasn't), this saga seemed to be an epic one, in the way that it didn't end and she couldn't escape having to hear about it short of leaving early or firing him or something.

Come in, people. For the love of god, give her something else to do.

tangledpaths.livejournal.com

After her visit to the detention center, Savannah bypassed her usual haunts and patrols and went right home. Once she was through the door, she set up the spells that were keyed to only her and Angela and then went right to the bathroom to be very sick. When she had emptied everything out of her system that wanted to come out, she cleaned her face and brushed her teeth.

Her visits to the detention center and what she had to do to keep up her cover always rattled her, but it had been so much worse today. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that Sean wanted to kill her and she had to pretend to torture her own mother.

Changing out of the pink and black outfit and into something more her own style, Savannah went into the living room to sit on the couch.

[[OOC: For one and NFB]]

shagthis.livejournal.com

When it came to Fandom, the typical alumni mixer type events tended to include a few key elements: food, drinks, and dancing.

Tonight? Not so much. Well, there was still the food and drinks, and probably nobody would actually stop you if you decided to go ahead and get jiggy with it, but the setup didn't exactly lend itself to dancing.

The setup in question? Well, the room was made to look as if a giant slumber party were taking place. There were ample blankets and pillows, and a big movie screen set up on one side of the room in order to play appropriately-themed movies.

[ooc: ocd up! post is open to all alumni, townies, teachers, and students]

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Sleep was a rare thing this week. A problem which Angela was treating with caffeine. Lots and lots of Perk-supplied caffeine. She probably wasn’t alone in that. With the clouds building outside the forcefield, blocking out everything the temptation was for something a little stronger than that. It was looking unlikely.

"Okay seriously? The world may be ending and you’re not going to give me a real Irish coffee?"

No, apparently not. It felt better to dwell on the little things rather than disappearing continents and the view from the window, all the same.

[[Open for all your perk-ly needs, work-related SP likely!]

Current Mood: cold

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

doyoufondue.livejournal.com

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]]

smartestone

The community center had been decorated both prettily and tastefully for tonight's alumni mixer, even if the music left a little to be desired. After all, sure, it was nice to have some good dancey music in there, but what was a mixer without some Bieber thrown in there? And the more Bieber the better, right? So those attending could look forward to one of those classics thrown in there every now and then. And possibly look forward to getting those classics stuck in their heads, whatever.

Look, at least the food was good, okay?

[Everyone welcome. Come one, come all! Takes place after the debates, so you can go right from one to the other!]

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

endsthegame

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

It was Hannibal's last shift at Caritas. Kind of bittersweet really. He didn't think he'd exactly miss Tino but he'd miss...he'd miss the bar a lot. He'd miss the free alcohol and the crappy band and he'd miss having a job like this.

When Tino didn't give him a goodbye card, Hannibal scowled and banished him to wash toilets. He had to take advantage of his last night with authority while he could.

[Hannibal's last Caritas shift! *sniff sniff*]

Current Mood: melancholy

boho-to-be.livejournal.com

Christian walked down to the spot where he'd last seen Ariel in hopes of finding some sign of her, but there was nothing but the shore and the water under an unseasonably gray sky. He watched for a while anyhow, willing himself to see the mermaids beyond the waves.

But he couldn't. "I do not think that they will sing to me," he half-quoted, and sat dejected on the beach, fingers sinking into the sand.

Eventually, his idle digging turned into building a sand castle. He almost imagined it would someday be a place for Ariel to live.

Well. It could be one. She'd just have to become very, very small.

[OOC: Open beach.]

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

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

After disappearing for four days, Hannibal was still feeling a little out of sorts. Physically, he was fine but missing four days because some black void had eaten him was a little much to deal with.

He'd told Tino his harrowing story of bravery and, in return, gotten bitched at about bugs that had been invading his home. Honestly, Hannibal thought he lived in the bar. He'd never thought Tino had a home. Unfortunately for Tino, Hannibal didn't wanna hear anymore about bugs.

He shoved from liquor in front of his fellow bartender and decided they'd drink away their respective woes. Tino, amazingly, agreed.

Current Mood: exanimate

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal wasn't doing much tonight. Tino had been sullenly quiet, muttering something about the zombies playing some practical joke on him that involved a personal ad and being stood up on a date and Hannibal just didn't want to hear it.

So, Hannibal was just going to kick back and partake of the free liquor. Nothing weird, nothing fancy, nothing but a teenager thinking about crap while he had some rum. It was a good job, this one.

Current Mood: relaxed

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

When you had too much time on your hands, Angela was finding that you could only take so much time out on the beach, and in order to split that an air conditioned coffee shop was a great place to spend a little of that time. Iced coffee, since it was still way too hot out for anything warm, but it still counted.

And she had some plans to make. Which she should have made a few weeks ago, but was getting to now, jotting down ideas of places she could stop in and where they might have jobs going.

There was possibly still more idle doodling, coffee drinking, and muffin eating happening than there was job finding...

[[I am slightly more organised than her. Very slightly. And the post is open like an open coffee shop tends to be.]]

Current Mood: artistic

icecoldfrost

After plotting and planning, all their wicked ideas were about to come to fruition. A long stretch of beach had been roped off, and white party lights and tiki torches provided the illumination for Sookie's birthday party. Orchids and other exotic flowers covered the tables, and each girl was presented with a lei or flower crown upon arrival. A pair of very attractive ~~NPC~~ bartenders were staffing the two open bars, and at the birthday girl's private table, there was a cake.

This is what happened when people left planning up to Emma, Karla, and poor, wide-eyed Bobby.

At least Bobby hadn't been expected to handle things like flowers or decorations. He was thankful for that. Food, though. Food was easy. There was a wide selection of ~~moddable~~ dishes from just about every establishment on the island. Okay, so he'd gone a little overboard. And maybe off-theme since some of the dishes were decidedly non-Tiki-Party-ish, but his heart was in the right place.

The dress code that had been written on the invitations was being enforced; swimsuits, or dress-casual summer wear, and everyone had to take a turn acting as Cabana Boy (or Girl) to the Guest of Honor.

Of course, Bobby was on hand to make sure that nobody took too long of a turn, because, hey. Girlfriend. His prerogative. Something like that.

Though if people wanted to play Cabana Boy/Girl for other party goers, it's doubtful anyone would complain.

[OOC: OCD is up for great SP party justice!]

Current Mood: devious

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

When Hannibal wandered into worked, he stopped dead at the sight of Tino in full hockey gear, complete with helmet, gloves and stick. The only thing he wasn't wearing were the skates and he'd made up for that by draping them on the bar.

"Hockey's a stupid sport and you're stupid too," Hannibal said very maturely, coming back behind the bar and smacking Tino's helmeted head. "If I wanted to stick my puck in a net, I'd go have sex."

Tino spent the rest of the night pissed. And in hockey gear.

Current Mood: indescribable

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Hannibal was testing Tino's instincts tonight. He'd go about his business, serving drinks in silence when he'd all the sudden throw a glass or a peanut or something else at Tino's head to see if Tino was quick enough to catch it. So far, Tino had caught the glass, missed the peanut, got nailed by Hannibal's wallet and gotten doused with a nearly empty bottle of liquor.

Hannibal liked this game.

Current Mood: amused

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

So, it was Hannibal's first day. And, being the nice guy that he was, he introduced himself to Tino, ignored the other bartender's dirty look, and got himself behind the counter. When Tino kept giving him dirty looks, Hannibal wondered if he'd interrupted or if Tino had been hoping to work the bar alone or something. It wasn't like Hannibal had been there long enough to do something to the guy or anything. Tino just kept glaring.

Eventually, Hannibal asked what the hell was going on. Tino didn't answer, just flounced off towards the other end of the bar and stayed there, nose stuck in the air. Hannibal felt he'd just had the weirdest lovers quarrel ever.

Whatever. He'd just give Tino a wedgie later.

Current Mood: dorky

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

With the ceremony completed and the graduated officially done with their high school careers, a brunch had been planned to celebrate the occasion and allow graduates, their guests, and the other inhabitants of the island to enjoy some good food and good conversation outside. The weather was warm and the sky was clear.

Fraser had been busy helping set up since the early morning hours. Apparently, Dean Stinson had gone a little overboard with some of the food, particularly the cake. The huge sheet cake arrived via truck and, where Fraser thought he'd be able to carry it, ended up having to use a forklift to get it to the park. From there, it took several people to lift the cake onto a table of its own. It was that big. Fraser hoped everyone enjoyed and hoped everyone was prepared to take a lot of cake home.

There were also several other tables of food and drinks, ready to be enjoyed. There were tables and chairs situated around the park, covered by tents to keep it from becoming too warm.

And there was cake. Please don't forget the cake.

[Mingling | Food | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC | OCD is up! Post is open to EVERYONE! Have fun!]

Current Mood: busy

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Let's get one thing straight: squirrels and ducks were just asking to be chased.

It was just part of their inherent natures, what with their fluffy tails or comical waddles. And, if it was difficult on occasion for a person (or wolf) to fight against the urge to run after them with the pure, simple, maniacal glee that went with making them scatter, it was near impossible for a child (or pup) to restrain from the same.

Which is why little Delphie Angua was bolting across the park, watching them flee from her truly menacing terror.

"Bark, bark!" she said. "Bark, bark, bark."

So the menacing part needed work, but she'd grow into it, to be sure. It seemed good enough to make them run, though, and that's what mattered. It worked out really well, too, because she was still quick, but got distracted by enough shiny pieces of foil in the grass or a sudden smell coming in from a breeze that it gave them time to hide again.

Then the hunt could start all over again.

"Bark, bark! Bark bark bark!"

[[ open park is so, so open. Because it's always a good idea to throw wee little children at wee little puppies. Oh, yeah, and NFB on puppy identity still, please and thank you! ]]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Chuck had agreed to watch over Bart at some point over the weekend and, being Chuck, he naturally decided to put it off until Dan got to the point of near insanity from watching him (which was shortly after radio last night). He didn't really have the means to entertain a bunch of kids in his room, so he gathered the ones he had with him and headed down to the playground. They were free to do whatever they wanted so long as they stayed in eyesight and Chuck finally had an excuse to be on the swings without looking like a dork. Win-win.

[Oooooopen]

Current Mood: content

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Make Snowpeople | Snowball Fight | OOC | Second Post]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

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

Current Mood: thoughtful

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Since Francine was still with her family, Morgana was by herself at the picnic tables today when everyone started to arrive.

"Good afternoon," she said in greeting. "I believe we can all agree that we would like to be prepared for whatever dangerous situations this place might choose to throw at us. We've done well in readying ourselves so far, but the problem remains that we cannot always know what to expect. I thought perhaps we could take our time today to talk about some of the things we've already gone through?" she suggested. "I'm certain that I haven't heard half of Fandom's stories, and I believe that the more information we all have, the better."

[aaand ocd is up!]

thatsamilkshake

Much like the posters, though not as deliberately, the setup for today's meeting was a little more...restrained than usual. Mostly because Francine was sitting at one of the picnic tables with an honest to God old-fashioned ice-bag pressed to her head.

If that wasn't a signal that your co-hostess ~~and her lovely breasts~~ were just a little under par today, feast your eyes on the array of baked goods.

From Jeff, God of Biscuits. Yeah.

Meaningful to only a few, perhaps, there was not a brownie in sight.

[OOC: The OCD has arrived! Open for your pleasure. Still not dirty.]

Current Mood: DIAF Chuck

notyourpawn.livejournal.com

( When Alice had first introduced Leto to croquet ... )

(~~Wait for the~~ OCD up! Play ball!)

Current Mood: silly

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Pensive!Peyton was pensive today, what with Brooke leaving and wondering what she was actually going to do when she herself left. And with the CD finished and nothing to do but wait...

Well... sketching was in order. And loud music.

Groovy Tunes is open!

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

At first, she hadn't thought much beyond zapping in the blasted register for taking money. After all, she was a goddess, how hard could it be? All she had to do was point, and the drawer opened, money and change already inside.

Then she remembered she couldn't do that in front of customers. With a sigh she plugged it in and picked up the instructions.

An hour later, after numerous beeps, buzzes and curses, the book flew across the store, thunking hard into a display of naughty dice games for couples. Aphrodite glared at the machine -- thing -- and ( pointed at it. )

"Six . . . five . . . " She hit the switch and some funky jazz music started playing. "Four . . . three . . ." The blinds came up. "Two . . . one . . ." She unlocked the door, flung it open, and waited for the crowds to enter.

"Darn it, I don't even have my hat yet."

(OOC: Dite awaits your presence. The time is seven, so anyone coming back from Arrakis can be there, and flyers were handwavily distributed. ~~Please wait for the OCD.~~ OCD is up!)

decoder-rings.livejournal.com

Never let it be said that Hannibal didn't take advantage of his vacation days when they were presented to him. Once he'd gotten up, eaten some breakfast and actually woken up, he'd grabbed a towel, swimsuit, sunglasses and something to drink for later and immediately headed down to the beach. He really couldn't pass up a day that was warm but wasn't oppressively hot and wouldn't make him feel like he was sitting with a wet, hot towel smothering him.

He spread the towel on the sand and took a seat, dropping the sunscreen beside him and ignoring it for awhile. Instead, he was just going to lay back on the towel, sunglasses on, and soak up some sun.

[open beach!]

Current Mood: relaxed

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but whatever it was, it hadn't happened. No one had shown up to the shop the night before, and when Aphrodite had called Cupid to complain, he'd asked when she'd opened the store. She told him late afternoon, and could hear the slap of his facepalm through the phone.

He said she'd opened too late, which she couldn't understand because she'd opened it when everyone waking up from hangovers should have been out and about. It was, after all, how things had been done in Paris not so long ago, but apparently Fandom wasn't like Paris at all.

Also, Cupid had recommended advertising and having some kind of grand opening party or something. Unfortunately, he'd had to hang up before explaining further, so Aphrodite had considered her options.

Advertising. And a party. Hmm.

Before leaving her suite, she'd zapped up some flyers to hand out in town. They were light pink, with a darker color heart at each corner, and bubbly font that read:

( Flyer )
Pleased with how they turned out, Dite headed out the front door of her shop to go advertise.

Yeah, she'd given in and zapped herself to the store today. This laying low stuff was torture.

(OOC: Open! Come get a flyer! And yes, she's still Jackie right now.)
(ETA: Dite is not IN the store. She's on the streets of Fandom, so come up and get a flyer, but remember she's not IN the store! Thanks!)

loverlyviolets

The picnic shelters were decorated with gold streamers, of both the crepe paper and shiny metallic sort, and the appetizing scent of breakfast foods grilled ~~by NPC staff~~ filled the air. Bright summer flowers were draped over anything you could drape bright summer flowers over, with far less subtlety than there'd been at the dance, since this was out in the open air and people could get away from them if they so chose.

The sounds of summer in musical form -- not chosen by the provider of the flowers, no -- played lightly in the background.

[OOC: OCD is up, post is open, plaaaaaaay!]

Current Mood: summery

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[~~hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense.~~ OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]

Current Mood: headachey

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Morgana still wasn't entirely certain what CPR was, even after Francine had tried to explain it to her, but she supposed that was the point of the meeting this week. They'd taken over the same picnic shelter, to make themselves nice and easy to find in case the extra posters didn't do the trick, and had tried to make sure there was enough space cleared for the demonstration.

If they ended up with more boys today than they'd had last week, there'd be no complaining. Probably.

[Aaaaand the OCD is up!]

darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com

Peyton wasn't feeling particularly groovy today. In a way she was glad to have finally talked things out with Dean, but she couldn't say it made her feel any better.

Groovy Tunes was open.

gobrookeyourself

It was a holiday, Brooke didn't have anywhere to be, and the fact that she was the first one out here had her tsk'ing. It didn't occur to her that maybe people had classes, and things to do. If it had, she would have pitied them.

She laid out a towel and sat down in her bathing suit, wondering if she shouldn't have just organized a barbecue party, if she hadn't seen any others advertised. Oh, well, another time. Besides, she completely assumed people would gravitate here anyway.

[Open like a beach!]

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

It was Chuck Bass's birthday and by god Blair was going to throw him a party.

By the time sunset arrived a section of the beach had been turned into a party zone. Green silk curtains had been hung up to help define the party space (and provide some privacy for anyone who wanted it). There were tables of food and drink ~~entirely moddable~~ which included Chuck's favorites ~~and product-placed Vitamin Water~~ as well as the birthday cake.

Music was playing, fires were lit to help keep things warm - all in all not a bad little birthday party on the beach.

All that remained was the party goers and the birthday boy.

[ocd is up!]

Current Mood: cheerful

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