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nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie ~~was between episodes~~ had spring break this week, so she figured that since she actually had enough money saved for once, she could head back to Fandom for a visit for a couple days. She hadn't gotten to tell Rilla about any of the Vaughn stuff, and she barely knew who was even here anymore, so it'd do her some good.

She got in later than she wanted, though, which meant she checked in at the hotel to put her stuff in her room, then headed into the Perk to get some coffee. It probably wouldn't do her any favors, being two hours ahead of Colorado now, but she'd missed the Perk. She'd missed a lot of places here. So don't mind her if she took her time walking back to the hotel, looking happy to be back.

You know. Till tomorrow.

[Had to get her in town! Can be open!]

ultron_junior

It was open mic night at the Perk, and Victor Mancha -- international singing sensation whose warm smile hid a crippling history of vocal amnesia -- was ready to take the stage. The coffee shop was a bit smaller than the stadiums he normally played, but he liked the intimate setting as a way to connect with and thank his island fans.

It also saved the producers the cost of building another set.

He stepped onto the small stage that maybe hadn't ever been there before and sat down on a stool, cradling an acoustic guitar, then smiled with endearing shyness at the audience. (At least, he hoped it was endearing. He spent a lot of time on that expression.)

"Welcome to my homecoming show," he said. "This is for all of you lovers out there."

And then he plucked a few chords and began to sing.

Algunos dicen que el amor, es un río
Eso ahoga la caña tierna.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es una maquinilla de afeitar
Eso deja a tu alma a sangrar.
Algunos dicen que el amor, es un hambre,
Un dolor interminable necesidad.
Me dicen que el amor, es una flor,
Y su única semilla ...

solo_sword

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

Sure, there'd just been an event a couple weeks ago at homecoming, but uh, that hadn't gone exactly as planned. So tonight the community center had been decorated in reds and oranges and yellows, several pumpkins had been repurposed from Halloween to serve as decorations, hay bales (don't ask) and there was a large (glittery) sign reading

STUDENT COUNCIL PRESENTS
THE HARVEST HAYRIDE PARTY

Here you go, Fandom. A nice, normal start to a totally nice, normal weekend.

[Open to students, teachers, townies and alumni!]

glacial_queen

Today, when all the children awoke in their beds, they would discover a most joyous occasion! There was a carnival in town! A carnival just for them! All the rides and events were all child-safe and kid-friendly. Even the thematic decorations had become kiddified; no worries about nightmares from this little guy, huh? Didn't he look like fun? Don't you just want to give him a hug?

As for any remaining adults on the island, well...there was still a carnival, okay? Sure, the rides were a lot tamer and a lot brighter and you were possibly too tall to ride the them, but it was still a carnival! A carnival soon to be filled with the loud laughter of many, many children all hyped up on drinks and food that all listed 'sugar' as their prime ingredient!

Truly, this was a day of fun and laughter for all! And probably a night filled with headaches and belly-aches for most!

Huzzah!

[OOC is up and notifs are off! Food and Drink | Tables | Bumper Cars | Merry-Go-Round | Roller Coaster | Ferris Wheel | Bouncy Castle | Pony Rides | Tilt-A-Whirl | Train Ride | Paddle Boats | Fun House | Bobbing For Apples | Whack-A-Gremlin | Water Gun Races | Face Painting | Petting Zoo | Quiet Corner | Haunted Hayride | OOC | Post II]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

slackernomore.livejournal.com

Sam actually hadn't been out much since the other day. He'd laid low, taken some time to recharge his batteries and was out again. The graveyard probably wasn't the most normal place to be but Sam was far from normal. In fact, he was actually contemplating raising the whole graveyard just to give the resistance some extra bodies. They'd listen to him, he'd control them and he'd feel like crap about it later.

The graveyard wasn't large but there were enough tombstones that Sam knew he'd have to cut himself and bleed a lot just to get the whole cemetery up and about. It wasn't something he was looking forward to, no.

There was a knife in his pocket though and he was crouched down near one gravestone, trying to stay hidden while he wondered if this was a good idea. Well no, he knew it wasn't a good idea but he wondered if he should do it anyway.

He wasn't great in a fight but he could bring an army of undead so that was...something, right?

[FB for resistance only but open post, shore shore. Sam's not really gonna raise anyone but he's contemplating it, at least!]

Current Mood: apathetic

doesntpatent.livejournal.com

There were parts of the whole loyalist thing that Annie liked, and parts she didn't. Visiting detention was a minus because it was sad that so many people had to get punished because they just couldn't follow some rules, while the feeling that she was doing something worthwhile was a plus. The feeling of superiority was the biggest plus, really. Seriously, it was huge.

One of the pluses was patrol. It was just like taking a walk, but with rules to enforce. What was bad about that? So Annie was out tonight, walking the streets of town, ready to take down those who weren't doing what they were supposed to.

While humming, for some strange reason.

[Loyalists represent. Open to anyone who wants to run into her!]

hiddenkilt.livejournal.com

Few people back home would recognize the clean cut young man sitting outside the Perk Monday afternoon, a cup of tea to one side, a stack of papers, recipes, and a notebook laid out in front of him. He was freshly shaven, his hair nicely combed and entirely naturally colored -- he was even wearing a sweater vest. A sweater vest. And he was diligently working away on this week's lesson plan for his class.

There was absolutely nothing suspicious about Boaz Priestly. He worked very hard to keep it that way.

He was at least wearing a t-shirt underneath his sweater vest with a picture of a crocodile playing electric guitar. He refused to give up his awesome t-shirts entirely.

[ooc: for other fine upstanding citizens of the island, or at least those pretending to be]

shagthis.livejournal.com

Jake was in a pretty good mood as he came in to work today. The kids' graduation had come and gone- well, not without incident, but with... fairly self-contained incident. Let's put it that way. ~~Handwavily~~ seeing people visit with their friends and family had made him think maybe he ought to go back to St. John's for a couple days, just to catch up with everyone. And maybe rub his father's face in the fact that he'd managed to build a pretty successful life here in Fandom, yes.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was Annie's last shift at work, and she was feeling a little sad about it. Maybe nostalgic, or something. It was her last week, everything was making her feel that way.

SPECIALS
Gizka

...Okay, some forms of nostalgia she could do without.

[Open and OCDless!]

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

zoocitizen

Zinzi and Sloth had done pretty well with hiding out for the duration of the school board visit -- Sloth was not what you would call a normal animal companion, after all, and while she'd certainly done it before, Zinzi felt bad about cramming him into a plastic carry-all for the better part of a week -- but the all clear had been sounded, and she was back at work.

She didn't know where the kitchen staff had gotten the godawful uniforms, or why they felt the need to wear them, but honestly, as long as they didn't melt polyester in to the food, she was down with it.

Today's specials
Breakfast all day!
Bacon, egg, and cheese burritos
Hashbrowns
Scrapple

Luke's was open, and Zinzi was pretty sure she didn't want to know what that last special was.

furnaceface

Thank goodness for Raven and voicemail, letting him know that the coast was finally clear. When Jono dragged himself back to the island, the first place he headed, of course, was to the Boards. Besides the fact that he lived there and all, it was Saturday, and he had a shift to work.

Never mind that he looked and felt something like he'd been run over by a steamroller. Friday had been spent being dragged around New Warriors HQ, choosing his equipment, getting to know people on the team, placing faces that had never in his memory looked that way (the Beak-to-Barry change had been especially jarring), and catching up with people he hadn't seen in years. Any reunions were bittersweet, though. Among the lot of them, there was that prevailing sense of loss. Miranda (nee Stacy X) and Jubilee, more former Xavier School students and Omega Gang kids than he could shake a stick at... Every last one of them had accepted Thrash's invitation because they had lost that same something, and this could be their one and only chance to get it back.

Jono frowned thoughtfully at his desk, and then shrugged and took a seat right where he was, in mid-air. Might as well get used to the new equipment for now, and worry about talking to old friends later. If they were going to be on the same team together, there was going to be plenty of opportunity for that. And for now, he was just going to try to draft up some sort of schedule for the summer activities at the Boards.

Saturday evening jam sessions? Friday night improv? Or the other way around? Ugh, options.

[Open for talking to Jono, or paintball chaos!]

throughaphase

Caritas was open before sundown due to DST and it being light out forever anyway, but whatever, the place was ready to serve as Paintball Headquarters before sundown. Tino was behind the bar in case anyone wanted drinks, the lounge was set up for game night, and all that was needed were a few people to show up!

And turpentine. Lots and lots of turpentine.

[The bar is open till morning for your non-paintballing needs, though it's a mod Tino night. Feel free to cover the exterior of the place with paint in this post, too. In fact, I encourage it. A preserve post ~~will be going up to start the game officially~~ is here! PLAY BALL!!
And if you're paintballing, please refer to the rules/sign up so you know what's up for destruction and what's not! (You can totes still add your business or things to the list, too.)]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for word to spread regarding the removal of the rabbits, gizkas, protopets... and most importantly, the School Board and the Howells.

The lack of needing to pretend they were a Perfectly Ordinary Boarding School meant that the uniforms ~~could~~ had to be disposed of.

In a bonfire, naturally.

[ooc: come one, come all, indulge in some pyromania-fueled catharsis! ocd up, c'mon in!]

shestheworst.livejournal.com

If anyone thought Britta planned on stopping after a failed smoke bomb and a failed uniform bonfire, then they would be (sadly) wrong.

This time, Britta's protest was a little more...abstract, and significantly more pointless. She had gotten a large cage, a big ball of the world, a hammer, and a squeeze bottle of red paint. She had brought them all to the park, found a good place to set the cage down, crawled on inside and locked herself in. And started to rant.

"This is what the School Board is doing to your freedom!" she announced. "I'm your freedom! And I'm in a cage! With the world! Because of them!"

To emphasize her point (whatever that may be), Britta than grabbed the bottle of paint and squeezed it all over the ball of the world. She then proceeded to hit it with the hammer, amid subsequent screaming and grunting.

Like you do.

[[ and this, my friends, is beautifully canon. Open park is open! ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

When she had downtime today, Annie was working on a list comparing and contrasting the community colleges from back home, trying to figure out which one was Right For Her. The way she figured, if one wasn't, she was going to have to flip out and do something drastic and no one wanted that, least of all her. Especially since she didn't know what that something drastic was. See why she didn't want to get to that point?

Droids, by the way, were no help in figuring this sort of thing out. True story.

SPECIALS
L'LAHSH-MARINATED NUTRIENT GLOBULE

[OCD free!]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The community center had been decorated (glitterified), the models were probably backstage by now either looking fabulous or questioning their life choices, and once everyone was ready there were two emcees taking the stage.

Rilla was still not wild about public speaking when it wasn’t over the radio (there, no one could stare at her), and so she said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t lisp too terribly. The poor starving Belgians were counting on her efforts here!

“Hello,” she said with a tight, nervous smile, “and welcome to the first annual--” things sounded better when they could become annual events, right? “--Kappa Delta Gremlin Fashion Show!”

After waiting for any applause- and there had better be applause, it was only polite- Annie continued, "Tonight you're going to see members of the sorority, fraternity and Pride show off some fashions, and help raise money for the Red Cross to help people all the way back in 1915!" Which probably wasn't going to create some weird time paradox, right? They were being helpful. And retro. Retro-ly helpful.

Rilla waited for that applause to die down before concluding, “And tho--” bad word. BAD WORDS THAT RILLA DIDN’T EVEN THINK FOR THE POORLY TIMED LISPING RIGHT NOW, GOD, “--without further ado,” or any other words with s, if she could help it, “our first model!”

Current Mood: nervous

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Current Mood: ecstatic

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

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had brought her newest letter in to work today, because at this point she just didn't want to deal with it alone, and maybe being surrounded by coworkers- droids, whatever- might help.

Nope, when she saw what was inside it was still followed by a rage yell and tearing up the letter, followed by completely mature stomping on it.

This was probably how Godzilla started, guys.

SPECIALS
Ahrisa

[OCD is late to work!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

It had been a while, but once again the Boards was gearing up for an opening night:

The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture!
Please no throwing rice on stage.
Well, okay, if you must.

Tickets were for sale at the door, along with audience participation kits. And yes, you better believe that the one selling the tickets was armed with a tube of lipstick so that he could mark Petey Sci-Fi virgins with a V on their foreheads if this was their first time seeing the show.

In the participation kits, one could expect to find flashlights, toilet paper, playing cards, toast, a newspaper, squirt guns... The usual fare, really. If people didn't know what to do with any of the above, there was even a handy audience participation guide included.

The cast was set. The crew was set. The costumes were scandalous and the music was loud.

The Lord said, let there be lips.

And there were. And they were good.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy sat on the edge of the stage, gesturing for everyone, once they'd come in in their costumes, to gather in the front rows of the seats. "I want to tell you all a little story," he said, smiling a little, lips twisting up at one side. "See, once upon a time, there was this guy. The Basketball Guy. All he did, all he was, all anyone expected of him was that he play basketball, and that he win. It wasn't about the team so much, although many of them were just as good, and they were his friends, his teammates, he could count on them on-court and off. Still, the Basketball Guy was all anyone talked about, the one they expected to lead the team to victory, time after time after time. Win or lose, it was all on him.

( But he wasn't happy )

[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had made a terrible mistake.

With college letters coming through now (and they were, she'd checked at every single one of her college support message boards), she'd developed a habit of looking through her mail as soon as she'd picked it up just in case there was anything from any of the colleges she'd applied to. Today she'd been in such a rush, she'd brought it up to her room and left it on her desk and ran off to work without checking.

And now not knowing was in there was killing her. She was currently pondering calling Jack and making him check for her. Or maybe Quinn or Rilla could break into her room and check. All she wanted was to know what was there, breaking and entering was fine in that case, right?

SPECIALS
ANXIETY

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie was back at work and so, so glad to be herself today. Not singing, not a redhead, not a little girl, just regular, slightly-crazy Annie.

Though she was still humming ~~and occasionally singing~~ and really wished she could stop.

SPECIALS
THE SUN'LL COME OUT

[OCD-free!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Having spent most of the previous day in a conference call with Ryan, a few Evans Industries lawyers, and a very stubborn man who refused to accept that they had, in fact, filed for and received the rights to perform Petey Sci-Fi (really, Troy had the paperwork somewhere, except he was pretty sure Jono was the one who had filed it and Jono... didn't seem to be around this weekend, and it's not like he could explain, "Sorry, it's one of those weekends," to someone who'd never been to the island. Except for, well, Ryan, but that still didn't help with the lawyers), Troy had missed out on who, exactly, his roommate and co-worker had turned into.

That wasn't going to last long.

"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"

It seemed like the safest bet.

Yep. Totally safe.

"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"

And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It was a pretty slow day so far, so when she had time, she maybe snuck another glance at her newspaper article that she was particularly proud of. She tried to show it to the droids once or twice, but they didn't seem to be that interested. Well, they'd just have to miss out then.

SPECIALS
Tarsh maxers

[Fyi, people should totally throw things at her all week. IT'S CANON.]

lockestheway

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

For someone as ~~psychotically~~ repressed as Annie, a week like this was A) hell, and B) wasn't going to end well. But she was glad to be able to come into work and hang out with the droids. Totally unsexy droids.

SPECIALS
I DON'T KNOW. FIGURE IT OUT.

[OCD free!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ complete! Epic thanks to

mouthy_merc and

also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post ~~will go up on Sunday.~~ is up!

I may pass out now.]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The streamers were looking a little droopy, the food tables were somewhat picked over, there was probably more glitter on the floor than the actual decorations, and the punch was most definitely spiked by now... but the night was young and the party was still going strong.

[ more arrival/mingling / punch & food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer ~~who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning~~, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The girls had been ~~handwavily~~ notified to meet at Pixie Dust (with a handy map attachment included for anyone who might be too new to know where it was) for today's meeting. Because it would be bad to have a meeting and forget to tell people where.

"Hey, everyone! With Valentine's Day next week and the dance this weekend- and I hope you all stopped by the table and bought your tickets-" Annie was not above a shameless plug, no. "-and we thought we could spend today doing a little preparation."

Rilla nodded enthusiastically. Dress shopping was always fun! “Styles might have changed drastically from where or when you originally come from, but it never goes out of fashion to be tastefully dressed for a formal occasion.”

Which meant she’d be judging bare shoulders and a lot of knees showing, just FYI.

Right, don't dress like a strumpet. "So today we're going to spend time in the store, and if you need help you have plenty of support here," Annie went on. "Even if you're not planning on going to the dance and don't need to get anything, it's fun to just look around and try things on, right?"

“Right!” Rilla squealed. “And they have really good bargains in the back of the shop if your dollar doesn’t go quite as far as it did in 1914...”

Just to pull a year out of thin air.

Current Mood: excited

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie had brought a couple copies of the newspaper in to work today and left them out so people could just so happen to read them. What, she was proud of her article.

The droids didn't care so much.

SPECIALS
Ahrisa

[OCD free today!]

furnaceface

When people arrived to the Boards for rehearsal today, they'd see that Jono had brought along... well, a measuring tape. You know. For reasons.

"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."

Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.

"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."

He was helpful like that.

"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."

He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.

[Open!]

furnaceface

Ah, the first day of rehearsals at the Boards. It was just the sort of thing to make Jono show up looking... if not happy then at least slightly less grumpy than usual, with a stack of scripts in his arms complete with sheet music. It might have been the therapeutic smashing of creepy dolls with a crowbar that had him in such a good mood. Or maybe it was the sheet music that did it for him. Even Sweet Transvestite could be soothing if it was played well, damn it.

Really, if you wanted happy, you need look no further than Troy: the fluster and panic of a first rehearsal was generally guaranteed to have a smile fixed on his face. "This is going to be awesome," he said to Jono, as an aside. Turning to the gathered performers, he added, "Hey, everyone, thanks for making it out! I hope you're all excited for this -- I know we are!"

"Before we get started, I have the scripts here," Jonothon's excited face looked much the same as his 'Yes, I certainly do appear to be awake today' face. "There's enough for each of you to take one, and you can feel free to make as many notes in the margins or mark them up however you see fit. They're yours to keep. Today, we're going to just be acquainting ourselves with the script and the music of the show, since I know a good many of you showed up for auditions without even the faintest idea what in the world you were getting yourselves into."

Which had amused Jonothon to no end, really, but they were in a show with underwear and dry humping, and he was going to have to break it to them sooner or later, after all.

Underwear, dry humping, incest, cannibalism... Really, what didn't the show have? "At some point," Troy continued, "I was thinking we could watch the movie all together, but I want to get rehearsals underway first so that we're not locked into that as the 'right way' to do things. Theater's not about that. The movie's iconic, yeah, but with a live show like this, what you all bring to the roles is just as important as how someone may have played it once before."

"So, everybody grab a script," Jono said, "and take a seat. We'll do a read-through of the script, pausing for the musical numbers, which we'll just play on CD for this one rehearsal so that you get a feel for the vocals. If any of you have any concerns or questions about any of this, feel free to ask Troy or myself during the read-through, or to grab one of us after rehearsal. Shall we begin?"

[Open rehearsal! Script (with audience participation cues just 'cause) is here. Cast list is here. Yaaaaaaaay!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie walked into an Issue today, wherein they were receiving a mystery shipment that... didn't appear to exist. As in, the guy came to deliver the stuff and there was nothing in the boxes.

It all made sense when the delivery guy explained that he was delivering a shipment of Sprite Zero, which of course, did not exist.

SPECIALS
Xermaauc

Annie was a little afraid the special didn't actually exist either.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie hadn't wanted to come in today. Actually, she hadn't wanted to get out of bed or leave her room. There'd been a sliiiight freakout over some of the things she'd done this weekend and she was sort of hoping that if she hadn't looked anything like herself, no one would know it was her and she could die of shame and embarrassment in peace.

So she was here. In a turtleneck that made sure that absolutely zero cleavage was showing. And occasionally she would pop another breath mint because she didn't care, she'd smoked all weekend and she still felt gross. And what exactly did you tell the people at NA meetings when you'd spent the weekend mostly entirely trashed and it wasn't really you? And did even going into that hot tub mean she had chlamydia now?

SPECIALS
ASDHAUIFHEWUF

[Open and OCD free today!]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan wasn't being affected by any of this, and even if there was something affecting the island as a whole, she thought you were all out of your minds. But as long as the worst thing happening was people making fools of themselves and no skeletal rats had popped up with any messages, she was going to do her best to ignore it until it passed.

Which would be easier to do if Tino hadn't been cleaning up in here when she'd first arrived, explaining that a squid had been in here last night.

Right then.

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Since most of Annie's classes this semester were on Tuesday (including one with her boss, which might make it a little awkward to explain why she wasn't at work), today was the first day of her new Monday shift.

Which was pretty much exactly the same as her old Tuesday shift. But whatever. Her college applications had been submitted, her financial aid requests were going through, she had work figured out, and it was the first day of a new semester. What was there not to feel good about?

SPECIALS
Rank

...Besides potentially the special?

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During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie woke up with a little bit of a cold today, but she decided she was totally fine enough to go to work. Just ignore any sniffling or the fact that the specials sign read

SPECIALS
Chicken soup

Shhh, she was taking advantage of this on her break.

[OCD free!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Since Annie's last trip home had involved not getting there at all, she was staying here for the holidays. Which, she decided, was okay with her. It also meant that she was trying to encourage the droids to hang up some non-denominational decorations, like lights, around the place, but they didn't seem that into it. Maybe she should just find out what kinds of holidays they had over there first...

SPECIALS
Gruffle

[OCD free!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

For some reason it'd just been difficult for Annie to make it into work today. It wasn't that she was running late or anything, it'd just been... difficult somehow. And when she got in today, she took one look at the specials board and frowned.

SPECIALS
GOAT STEW

Once again, not asking. Always not asking.

[Thanks,

dollpocalypse! Not chancing OCD today.]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

So thanks to the combined efforts of Student Council members and non-members alike, a Thanksgiving dinner had been put together in the Community Center. There were pies, there were casseroles, there were other ~~moddable~~ edible things, and then there were the rolls made out of pie crust.

Thank you, Karla.

Come in and enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner where your friends and relatives wouldn't disappear on you! Probably!

[[open to all!]]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

As promised, the area of the park near the pond had been taken over in the name of Miley coming of legal age. Okay, so she still couldn't do much unless she was secretly Canadian, but Caroline was ignoring that part.

Hopefully the flamingos didn't mind the heaters that had been brought in to keep the party-goers comfortable as they moved among the scattered hay bales draped in quilts and blankets that would pass for seating. If so, the flamingos might just get a little bold and head for the variety of country-inspired cold weather snacks and drinks covering the tables set up between the bonfire and the cleared dancing area. Just no one ask where the music was coming from unless they wanted to hear about how cordless speakers worked like it was magic. Geeky magic.

[Up early for SP as you do. Everyone's welcome to celebrate!]

Current Mood: jubilant

annieadderall.livejournal.com

When Annie got to work today, she had to wonder whether or not there'd be some kind of Thanksgiving special.

SPECIALS
Bubble and squirt

Nope. So Annie was spending a bunch of her shift trying to convince the droids to get in the spirit of things.

[OCD free cuz I can!]

annieadderall.livejournal.com

Annie came in to work droid baby-free today, and while she thought she'd sort of miss Isabella, she wasn't going to miss the crying and the screaming and the fact that the little robot seemed to move faster than Annie could blink. But with the assignment done, it was on to the next thing.

Like looking over yesterday's Portalocity email again on her phone and wondering if it would be of any use in getting her out of going home for Christmas when she was really more of a Hannukah-celebrator.

SPECIALS
Icefish

[Running late, so OCD-free today!]

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