The day was finally here.

Fandom appeared to be cooperating: all the evidence of Friday's paint rain had gone away overnight. Envy's team had of course had a plan B about what to do to alter the theming of the wedding ceremony if they hadn't, but they'd been glad to put away the paint cans and just follow plan A instead, as -- well, planned.

So now the inside of Fandom's little church was decked in tasteful white flowers in extravagant numbers, with little bits of greenery to make them really pop. Whichever direction anyone happened to point a camera lens towards, they would always find the background pleasing and elegant. And they should appreciate that, because one person on the team had spent the past two weeks engineering and planning just that.

There was also a string quartet, playing something classical and light as people entered and found their seats.

And, of course, there was a smattering of music reporters sitting in the back, while one of Envy's assistants explained to them with endless patience and a soft, hushed tone that yes, their exclusives were still exclusive and not in conflict with each other when each of them were from a different universe entirely.

Everything was just about ready for the Adams-Wiggin wedding.

[ooc: Open!]

whenshewasnice

Come Friday evening, there was practically a festival area in the park. On one side stood a line of various food trucks, serving ~~moddable~~ food and beverages, courtesy of Envy and Peter's wedding budget. On the other, there was a merch booth for anything and everything Envy you might want - at least in terms of apparel or physical records. There was also a little cordoned off media area to one side of the stage, holding members of the music press from around the multiverse, ready to live-tweet the show back into their worlds.

And then, of course, there was the stage, looming over everything, just a little bigger than what a show in a small town park strictly speaking needed. The back of the stage was already lit up with giant block letters of made up of a gazillion light bulbs, spelling out ENVY. Just in case anyone forgot who tonight was really all about. (Or needed a reminder about who to Google.)

The paint rain across the island was still going, so hope everyone was either cool with continuing to be dyed various colors, or had brought an umbrella or perhaps a big newspaper to shield themselves with. Either way, the hope was everyone enjoyed themselves.

[ooc: ~~Pls wait as I establish some subthreads in here!~~ Open, have at!]

drumsticksandd20s

The rainbow in the sky over the island for Pride was tradition, any and all weather logic be damned, and it seemed to be especially -- almost defiantly -- bright this year.

And the festival's organizer wouldn't have it any other way.

The park was all decked out in rainbows, glitter, and miniature Pride flags of different varieties. The bounce house and ballpit slide were back again to serve as the centerpiece this year, as were the assortment of rides and very queer-themed carnival games.

The stage with its ~~NPC~~ bands and open-mic sessions was set up next to the picnic area, where an assortment of ~~highly moddable~~ foods had been provided by whichever restaurants Steph had ~~strong-armed into~~ prevailed upon to contribute. Tables and booths were set up on the other side of the picnic area for any vendors or local businesses that wanted to take part, but don't worry, no one was going to try and get you to sign up for a credit card or anything like that. Steph would have personally beaten anyone who tried that over the head with their own clipboard.

Happy Pride, Fandom! Have at it.

[OOC: ~~After I put up the OCD, that is.~~ Threads are up! Go wild.]

needsacatchphrase

Well, it was just one of those busy days in Fandom, it would seem. Because Jane arrived to the bar to find it had been decorated by Tino in a way that was almost, kinda cute? There were stars and planets and a sun. It was the sort one might find in a science classroom in grade school.

And Tino, of course, was wearing an astronaut helmet for reasons Jane didn't ask to know. Because Tino. Even the specials looked decent for once! Suspiciously so, honestly.

Specials
Yub Nub
Fuzzy Tauntaun
Jedi Mind Trick
Dantooine Tonic
Dagobah Slug Slinger

After all... May the 4th be with you.

[up early for the timezones]

gotyoucookie

If any of the guys on the island thought they might get away with not being forcibly invited to an all night slumber party- which they shouldn't, since they would not have been expecting it- better luck next time.

It was the exact same setup as the other warehouse, with a couple changes. Because really, why should guys have to go without the typical slumber party experience?

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had left her room intending to go to the common room. Instead she found herself inside the ice cream shop.

The ice cream shop that was newly refurbished after its whole hole ordeal. There were signs everywhere, including outside on a sandwich board though Belle couldn't get a good view of that when she tried to step outside, proclaiming "WE GOT THE SMELL OUT" as well as "FREE TOPPINGS FOR HOLE PEOPLE (we have a list)" and "TRY OUR NEW FLAVORS!!"

"New flavors?" Belle asked. She wasn't overly familiar with the older ones but she did enjoy trying new foods. The girl behind the counter grinned and pointed to a list at the counter.

DARK AS A HOLE: Dark chocolate ice cream with dark chocolate chunks
LIGHT AT THE END OF THE HOLE: Dark chocolate ice cream with marshmallows

There were also piles of business cards on the tables with #NotAllRaccoons printed on them, for some reason.

[Welcome to your Layover Week post for Wednesday!]

thatwaslucky

Rey was still patrolling, and she hadn't figured anything out except that the holes didn't trigger any danger sense if they didn't happen around her, since she'd missed every time someone or something vanished. So that was great. It would have helped a ton if she didn't think this was all way more random than it actually was.

Did she stop in at the Perk for the sole purpose of trying to jinx herself, like maybe one would appear as soon as she had something she normally wouldn't want to spill, even if she wasn't actually drinking it? Yes. You never knew in this town.

[Open, with a chunk of SP this afternoon.]

solo_sword

Jaina had been meaning to get back here for months, specifically because of a certain girl who sounded pretty destined to duke it out with Jaina's alternate universe brother of sorts who'd gone evil. (It deeply bothered Jaina that she did not find that weirder.) This was of course easier said than done, thanks to a not-Jedi school and children and an Empire to run, so it'd taken till now.

If she was being honest, she was maybe- maybe- a little tiny bit nervous. She'd never met anyone who'd had her role before, and she was probably going to have to get into some things she'd dealt with and now generally tried to avoid. But since she didn't hedge around the hard stuff, she met that nervousness with more coffee while she waited.

[I have to do a thing but totally open!]

texted3times

Look at that, Lucifer! Eric was 1) working on a Saturday night while 2) renting out the back room!

To a bunch of Force-sensitive weirdos in a place where axe throwing was allowed, but DETAILS.

Eric was quite pleased with himself.

(Let's be honest, Eric was generally quite pleased with himself.)

thatwaslucky

Rey didn't have much of anything to do today, On Jakku, that had usually meant fixing something up that she already had to sell, on the Falcon it meant helping Chewie with repairs. Always something to help be better prepared for whatever was coming. Here, apparently, that meant figuring some things out.

She had found some stones and was attempting to skip them across the water. Quite a few had sunk, because s desert-bound girl hadn't ever had reason to do this before, so there was a lot of sinking of rocks until she realized which shapes worked better. And then once she could get it to start skipping, she started trying to control where the stone skipped, frowning in concentration and flicking out her hand to try and piish it in the direction she wanted.

She wasn't perfect by any means, but to her constant surprise it was actually going better than she'd thought, and it got easier every time.

[Expecting one, but open!]

momslilassassin

Ben had been at work like a good little employee, especially since this hadn't been a week where he could call out due to insanely dangerous conditions, but then he'd taken lunch and found one of those fire flowers he and Jaina had talked about yesterday.

And then he could shoot fire which was astral.

But Tony had probably not wanted for his lab to burn down now matter how cool fire powers were, so that's why Ben's shift had ended a little early and he'd spent the last few hours shooting fireballs into the water and giggling to himself.

But in a totally adult, professional way. Really.

momslilassassin

It seemed strangely appropriate to be back working at Stark Industries this summer after spending the better part of his years in high school in this exact store flirting with his now-husband.

...wow, he was old.

But he was back behind the table, poking at something electronic and wondering why the drawer filled up with kumquats every time he opened it.

Oh, Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

texted3times

It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.

The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like Piña Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.

"If you make piña coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.

The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.

texted3times

The nicest part of winter was how quickly the sun went down in the evenings--gave a vampire a lot more time to get things done before bleeding from the ears and eyes, catching fire, and dying, etc., etc.

Finally back from settling some accounts in Louisiana (and jacking up the prices at Fangtasia in preparation for the Mardi Gras crowds), Eric was back in Fandom, settled into his normal spot well away from the bar.

Vampires don't serve humans, thank you very much. That's what Tiny was for.

glacial_queen

Yesterday, Karla had made a very important promise. She'd promised Val a day at the playground and there was no way she was going to renege on that. Thus, Thursday afternoon found Kayla swinging on the swings in the park, while Karla sat on a nearby bench, holding Nommy, and pushing Kayla's swing with Craft. At her feet was a sizable picnic basket, filled with sandwiches, juice in both sippy cups and bottles, Kayla's 'spinkles,' a small island's worth of bananas, and even a bit of ice cream wrapped in cooling spells. Karla had packed extra just in case; she figured Ender had probably gotten all the sandwiches he needed during his class (yes, she remembered), but there was always the chance that Ben would join them. Or other people would wander by. It wasn't like Fandom lacked for hungry kids of varying ages even on normal weekends.

"Mommy, push me higher!" Kayla called. "Pleeeeeeeeease!"

"Nope!" Karla called back, nets of Craft still invisibly hovering in the air to either side of Kayla's swing. "You tried to jump off the swing last time. Now you have to stay low until I'm sure you won't do it again."

"But I was gonna flyyyyy!" Kayla's tiny wings fluttered on her back, trying to increase the height of the swing.

"And this is why the answer is still no," Karla said with a sigh. Looking down at the infant in her arms, Karla shook her head. "I can't wait till your wings come in and I get to chase both of you," she told her sleeping son. "Maybe I'll just borrow an entire herd of Scelties from Khary and let them take turns sitting on you till you're grown."

brood-npcs.livejournal.com

The ship above Earth hadn't moved. The Brood inside were just waiting for the embryos to hatch and take over the humans so that they could reclaim them and at the very least build up some of their numbers again. There was still plenty of damage they could do.

All they had to do was wait.

( star wars vs marvel )

[Preplayed with the lovely and amazing

suitablyheroic and

sith_happened x 4!]

solo_sword

With Anakin's message going out yesterday, help was more than welcome in getting rid of the alien ship hovering above them, waiting for whatever the next step was. And since there were probably a few ships in a few different places around the island and no one place to meet, Jaina sent a text to the general Fandom population:

If you've got a ship, meet up outside town hall asap.

Sorry to everybody's service providers for all the mass texts this weekend, but it worked.

[Mainly for the pilots to gather, though anyone is totally welcome to come by!]

imafuturist

So, there were two other Tony Starks in town for the weekend. The only person in the shop who wasn't surprised by that was JARVIS, it would seem. Seeing as how he was one program tweaked by all three of them over the years.

"Okay, how about we get some ground rules about touch each other's things?" Tony suggested.

The Tony his age responded with an eyeroll and a, "You know, I owned this place first."

The baby Tony with, "He's worried his suit won't live up to expectations."

And what followed was an aggressive engineering session.

[OCD free and open!]

smilestopscars

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere.

Don't tell us you hadn't missed it, old Fandomites.

[ocd up! | Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

texted3times

Eric had chased Tiny into the bar tonight--the bar which, inexplicably, was also covered in a fine glitter dusting.

So Eric went with it: Goldschlager was on special and Tiny was on dusting detail.

The Devil's Nest was open. Come drink with the legally allowed crowd.

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

Soooo the carnival was out this year, due to that whole murder carnival this summer. But it did bring the arrival of the Homecoming Fall Festival, which was open nice and early for everyone to get playing around and mingling. You might even be enticed to come in just by the dulcet sounds of the zombie band playing at the concert stage. Yeah, that was a thing that was happening.

There was plenty of new fall-themed stuff going on to see and explore, and who doesn't want to catch up with everyone who's come into town for the weekend? Come one, come all, and remember to stick around for the parade! Because this was a town full of stairs and that was gonna be interesting.

Oh and you were almost guaranteed to leave with glitter on your person but you knew this job was dangerous when you took it.

[Food | Tables | Pick a Pumpkin | Petting zoo | Music Stage | Corn maze | Hay bale obstacle course | Homecoming parade | OOC | Post II]

fh_thumbprick

Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

endsthegame

It wasn't, in the strictest sense of the word, really Ben's 24th birthday; relativistic space travel had a habit of making your age largely meaningless, a number rough to keep track of. After all, in an absolute sense, Ben was turning somewhere between a hundred and two hundred years old today, if not more, and that was assuming that it was still July 27th on their calendar, never mind any other number of factors that came into play when you crossed universes and space-time in all the ways they had.

So Ender felt that there was no real problem with having a party that wasn't, in the strictest sense of the word, a party. He'd gotten an ice cream cake the previous day and hidden it in Ben's moving mini-freezer-- the same freezer that he'd deposited on the beach just an hour ago by itself, trusting it to defend itself. (Ben had made it. Of course it would.)

He'd left some of Ben's friends some cordial messages mentioning the date last night ~~handwavily~~ but included no real imperative to be here, just a mention of the place and time. If that meant they'd have a quiet celebration with just the two of them and an ice cream cake, so be it. He wouldn't complain.

Now? Now he was back on the beach with a picnic blanket, waiting for Ben to come on by on his daily run.

[[ open. also to anyone who wants to use the beach, or wants to wish ben a happy birthday ]]

glacial_queen

The Community Center was decorated in Fandom's signature blue and gold, with streamers and flags and the odd Fighting Gremlin banner. There was a tasteful amount of glitter among the decorations, assuming that person in charge of taste was a four year old hyped up on candy and Red Bull while huffing glue made from unicorns.

In short, Fandom's alumni, ex-pats, and current teachers should feel right at home, nostalgia hitting them right in the sinuses.

You're welcome, Fandom alumni. Don't forget to donate to the Alumni Association!

In one place, the invitation had said listed the dresscode as 'casual-formalwear.' In another, it was 'formal-casualwear.' Whatever that meant for clothing, it included a DJ, armed with only his collection of 'Easy Listening', and an open bar, but the food was served buffet style, with everyone helping themselves.

Hoped you still liked 'Kiss from a Rose' after the sixth playing tonight, folks!

[Open to all alumni of the school, including those who still live in town, ex-pats, and teachers/faculty of the school. If you need a reason to show up to the island in time for Noir Weekend, here it is. Even if you don't need a reason--here it is anyway! OCD up, have fun!]

solo_sword

Jaina had always meant to come back to Fandom a lot more often than she did these days. She'd just gotten busy with work, and family stuff, and having a very busy boyfriend who lived planets away in another government. But she had a few days free without anything bad happening, and and Jag was coming to Coruscant next week and once that happened her time was probably going to be eaten up even more.

She got to town later than intended (stupid portals) and of course the first thing she did was head to the Perk, where she got coffee and sent a text to people letting them know she was in town. Then she got to trying to catch up on radio broadcasts since she'd been gone, realizing that she was pretty okay with things being mostly normal back home.

[Open! If you think you got a text, you did.]

professor-lyman.livejournal.com

Since there was no need for a mid-summer welcome picnic, the administration had splashed out on this one: the tables (located under giant tents) were groaning with sidedishes from corn on the cob to potato chips to baked beans to several dodgy-looking jello salads and the grills were set up along the beach cooking chicken, hamburgers, hot dogs, ribs and veggie burgers. There was an ice cream sundae bar, watermelons, enough lemonade and ice tea to swim in (please don't swim in it), coolers for more adult beverages if you were an adult or sneaky about it, and areas roped off for tug of war and relay races and pick-up softball games if people were in the mood to be more active than just stuffing their faces and waiting for it to get dark.

The music was playing loudly--one of the more esoteric of the zombie band's offerings--and the sun was shining. It's hot, it's humid. It's the 4th of July and there's plenty of free food to go around. Come on over!

endsthegame

Anyone strolling past the beach this fine Sunday morning would find an odd sight: a kitten, sprawled atop a komodo dragon, a large nexu flopped over on his side next to them.

Occasionally either the kitten or the nexu would stir. Someone would get growled at, or someone would reach out and bat at somebody else's tail.

At which point the komodo dragon would snap his jaws and both felines would crawl back to their assigned spaces.

It was a fine Sunday morning, indeed.

[[ no idea if i will or won't be around this afternoon, but i had to do this. open, both for gawking at the animals and for using the beach for your own ends. ben and cade modded with permission. ]]

momslilassassin

"Do you think they have Swedish meatballs I can take home?" Ben asked Ender as they found a spot to sit. "My chair needs to be refueled."

It was possible he was saying this just to mess with Ender, but he just loved the "sometimes I wonder what on Earth I was thinking" look on Ender's face, too.

[OOC: Pizza Planet open for your Ben, Ender or pizza-ing needs!]

momslilassassin

Chilly Boulder was already spiking in sales with Ben back on the island. Today he was eating a banana split (bananas count as health food, right? Yes? Shush.) and waiting for Tahiri to join him, but he would be equally happy to see any other old friends or new students while he ate.

Mmmm, marshmallow topping and strawberry sauce. Ben had missed this.

sith_happened

Anakin came to the school because he'd been called about a delivery to his office. It turned out to be crates full cinnamon buns, Wookiee cookies, and sausages.

So. Many. Sausages.

Anakin didn't remember ordering any of this stuff, and there was enough of it to feed dozens, so there was now an impromptu beach party going on, complete with cantina music, as Anakin cooked up all the food.

Watch out for the way the sun glared off of the water--it was a little lens-flarey.

[OOC: Happy Star Wars Day! Couldn't help myself...aaand details of the Anakin-Ender conversation NFB.]

momslilassassin

When Ben stepped into Chilly Boulder again, the owner came around the counter to greet him, weeping.

"Um. Good to see you too?" Ben offered faintly. "Wow. Nice to be remembered."

Then he ordered the Skywalker special because what else would he get, right?

Mmmm, ice cream. Nom nom nom.

[OOC: SO OPEN.]

not_a_moonie

The glitter was relatively modest for the brunch, by Fandom terms -- which still left enough on the statues moved over from the dance and other decorations to blind a small child. Italian opera played softly to match the classical theme, and space heaters had been set up under the tent to fight the late-October chill. It was, overall, a tasteful arrangement -- at least, if you ignored that the classical figures were wearing glitter underwear.

Fandom, enjoy the end of Homecoming 2013.

momslilassassin

Ben never slept through his alarm.

Except today, so there was a slightly agitated former Jedi behind the counter with a multitool and the pieces of what used to be a functioning alarm clock after he arrived fifteen minutes late.

Oops.

endsthegame

"The castle's still standing," Ender observed. "That's good."

"Unless it's been taken over by evil space ghosts," Jane proposed merrily.

Ender ignored her and shot Ben a quick smile. They'd had an excellent two days, an only slightly less excellent 5-hour-layover (there were worse places to have to camp out than a world of pillows. Like a yurt. A yurt was most definitely worse) and now they had - he guessed - about one more day of weirdness to endure here.

And nothing was on fire.

That was good.

[[ open! to the boy, but also to anyone else ]]

momslilassassin

It had been a weirdly quiet week aside from all of the animal transformations, so Ben didn't really have an excuse to miss out on his shift at work today.

The first project that came through the door: a thoroughly smashed digital alarm clock.

"I'm not a morning person," the customer said.

"Noooo kidding," Ben murmured after he'd left, looking at the dozens of parts he'd been left with.

solo_sword

Yesterday Jaina turned 33. That had been tough enough, considering even when she and Jacen had been estranged they still shared a birthday, and now it was just hers because he wasn't alive anymore. And then she said goodbye to Anakin for what she knew was the last time, and now it felt like she was just waiting for him to die, which was more morbid than she knew what to do with, but there she was.

She hadn't slept well, and then spent most of her day at the gym, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. (Sorry to anyone who'd wanted to use the punching bag- you didn't get to.) And that meant the last place she would be was in her apartment tonight, alone and thinking too much.

So the Perk it was, sitting at a window seat and keeping an eye on the baristas, wishing they would fight or do something she could at least watch.

[So open!]

momslilassassin

Ben had found a giant movie screen...somewhere...and had set it up in the park along with rickshaws and cardboard boxes decorated to look like cars. (On a carless island, you improvised when you'd decided you wanted a drive-in movie experience).

There was also burgers, shakes, fries and other drive-in food for those who were coming to see the cinematic classic that was ~~Fast and Furious~~ Quick and Angry 6: This Time We Have a Tank!

The weather was cooperating tonight, so the sky was clear. Come on out for a movie before the newbies arrive!

[OOC: Open to everyone!]

Current Mood: excited

momslilassassin

Ben had posters (beglittered because Ender had been right--everyone was used to posters being covered in glitter for events), a stapler to hang them up with...and a parade of rainbow ducklings behind him as he walked around town.

He was trying to ignore the ducklings.

DRIVE IN MOVIE NIGHT!

WELL, SORT OF. NO CARS ON THE ISLAND=
BRING YOUR OWN ASTRAL CARDBOARD CAR AND/OR RICKSHAW
TO THE PARK ON FRIDAY NIGHT
WHERE WE'LL HAVE BURGERS, FRIES, AND SHAKES
AND WATCH ~~FAST AND FURIOUS 6~~ QUICK & ANGRY 6
please come or I'll be sad.

Now to hope that it didn't rain on Friday, either regular rain or, like, milkshake rain.

[OOC: Ben's open to chat with! As are the ducklings, if you want to talk to ducklings.]

momslilassassin

Ben, undeterred by the reunion-given knowledge that a space bath for a shuttle for himself and Ender could take twenty years, was back with schematics as he did his shift at Stark's.

Well, at least that was the plan until it started raining blackberries.

"Thanks," Ben told the ceiling wryly.

fates_jaye

Jaye had responded to spending the weekend as a responsible adult by just not going to work on Monday. Also, she was lazy and hadn't felt like dealing with people. So really, ditching work had been part rebellion, part laziness. Okay, mostly laziness.

But today Tino had called her in, and so she showed up, mostly for the tips. Okay, entirely for the tips. And because she could make herself a drink for free (as long as the boss didn't find out about it).

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.

bigdamnprincipal

It would appear, to anyone who came to the community center tonight, that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]

endsthegame

The weather was being kind - perhaps unnaturally so. There was a large gap in the clouds right above Fandom island, sending sunlight streaming down even as the sun made its way towards the horizon.

Perfect time for a beach party. More or less. The organizers were just happy the date they'd picked and put on all the invites looked like it was turning out sunny, okay?

There were coolers with lemonade and... other things, there were beach balls and there was sand: perfect excuse for a party, right?

momslilassassin

Ben was hard at work behind the counter working on schematics for how to make a space bath feasible. So far he could figure out where to put the water cistern, but if someone was going to be really disappointed if they were taking a bath when the ship took off...

He'd fix it.

...eventually.

The shop was open!

momslilassassin

Ben and Ender had a date for Greek food tonight, which meant that Ben's attention was only half on his work at the shop today--the rest of it was trying to learn how to pronounce "spanokopita."

It wasn't going well, but at least it wasn't raining lemons?

The shop was open!

momslilassassin

If they were back on the island for the summer, it didn't seem right that one of them wasn't working at Stark's during at least part of it, so Ben had picked up his old Friday shift.

Today Ben was reacquainting himself with the inventory between answering the occasionally odd phone message or text. Yes, Ben had been through weird phone days before, but was entertained by them each time.

The shop was open!

Current Mood: confused

endsthegame

It was a Fandom tradition that went back... well, at the very least several years: graduation brunch, offering visitors and locals alike the best food available on the island.

There was a banner that stretched from tree to tree declaring CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2013 in big glittery letters. There were tables full of ~~moddable~~ food and drink. There were happy decorations in blue and yellow and a long series of picnic tables for people to sit at and mingle.

And then there was the bit at the end where Mayor Swanson was barbecuing an entire pig's worth of food. Uh... Yeah.

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

vanillajello

Inside one of the previously abandoned warehouses was now a club. A virtual reality club, to be exact, with lots of neon lights in green and purple, and virtual reality glasses abound, through which you could see a virtual reality... with 8-bit graphics. But still! (Don't ask where all the stuff had come from. It was better if you just didn't ask.) And behind the bar, there was a woman: super blonde, in tight shiny clothes, with long gloves on her hands and a collar around her neck.

You might even get in without being Swedish! But Katerin might not let you participate in a VR race if you're not.

[open!]

endsthegame

It was awfully quiet on the causeway - what with it being graduation weekend, Ender had expected more... well, more people. Not that he had an issue with peace and quiet. It just... struck a strange chord.

"Your Portalocity people screwed up," Jane whispered matter-of-factly in his ear. "You're a week early."

... Of course. This was the last time Ender put any stock in portals.

He made a big fuss of taking his Earth phone and checking it over, frowning at it as he typed. "Ben?" he said. "This is April 26th."

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