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Summer was looking over some of the vodka flavors of the bottles that Tino had ordered in recently, with a sort of....introspective look on her face. Obviously, these would all be very useful and helpful for creating some new and interesting shots, but she was definitely coming to terms with the idea that just because you could, didn't necessarily mean you should...

Until the whiskeys arrived.

"Oooooh, is that beaver musk gland???"

Well. The clarity of thought was nice while it lasted.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Pecan Pie
Berry Sour Apple
Red Velvet
Kim Chi

Caritas is open!

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

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

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

The hangover had been beyond epic, into saga, possibly it's own trilogy. In fact, maybe it was an ongoing mini-series?

Tino was wisely staying to his side of the bar, and not giving Kenzi a reason to throw things at him.

SPECIALS
Anything with booze
You don't need to tell me why

dollpocalypse

Topher was annoyed but not traumatized. He was annoyed because he had intended to take a picture of himself in the repair shop today to email to his college to put on his student ID card. But he just didn't have it in him to be traumatized anymore, given that this was the third time this had happened to him and nothing was ever going to top the first time.

Actually, in contrast to previous years, there were aspects of this transformation that he could even find appealing in some ways. Girl Topher was kind of decent-looking, to be honest. Topher felt, and said out loud, that he was confident enough to accept that.

"I don't think anyone suspected that a lack of confidence was the issue, Mr. Brink," Jarvis told him.

furnaceface

Jonothon... was not actually holding his breath for a huge turnout at the rehearsal today. He understood that the holiday season had set in and a chunk of his cast and crew were probably off spending time with family, or something like that. That didn't mean that he wasn't going to hold out hope, here.

"If the island isn't messing with only me today," he said, sitting on the edge of the stage and holding up his hands, clad in a pair of mittens that he'd been grumpily tolerating since realizing this morning that they were stuck there, "then you're going to definitely want to be off-script today. I should be able to prompt you if you've forgotten any of your lines, but I would really rather not have to. This evening we'll be doing the blocking for act two, and next weekend is the closest thing to a dress rehearsal we're going to get, so we're cutting it ridiculously close as it is."

Seriously, he was kind of starting to sweat bullets, here.

"So, people. Places for act two. Murder, Murder."

[Open!]

icecoldfrost

The giant rooster outside the store had been temporarily bedecked with all the colors of the rainbow - and glitter, thank you, Sparkle - to welcome people to Dite's Decadent Delights First Annual Pride Party.

Look, there was more than enough crap going on in the world, Emma and Sparkle weren't going to pass up the chance to A) Throw a party and B) Make some money from it.

The door was propped open, the music was playing, and the island was cordially invited. Although, yes, you DO have to be 18 to buy some of the more explicit films, still. Sorry, kids.

[OOC: Open post, open party! Come on in!]

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. ]

selfhelphero

So, Billy's weekend had been... interesting. Good interesting, at least--after all, how often did people have sex for the first time and then meet their future child with such a short time in between? And it was nice that Antonia was older this time around, because it meant future!him and future!Topher weren't total failures as parents, and it meant he didn't have to feel bad about spending some quality alone time with an iced mocha. It'd be nice if all the weird stuff could be this kind.

[Billy's here for one person in particular, but the post is open too!]

dollpocalypse

Okay, no, today was not Topher's Stark Industries day.

However, he was missing his ~~meta~~ Mass Effect hoodie, and he kind of thought he might have left it in the shop. Problem was, searching for the hoodie meant going into the lab proper, because he'd been running all those tests on himself last week, and, well, you try putting a Topher in a lab and not having him get distracted by all the shiny, shiny technology in the place. It was a hard thing to do.

To make a long story short, the end result involved the sprinklers coming on by accident. And since Topher was already dressed for prom -- what? you could put a hoodie over a suit, right? -- that meant that it was a formalwear-clad Topher who got soaked by the sprinklers, adding insult to injury. He tossed his jacket over a chair before doing his best to repair the situation quickly, but after fifteen minutes and his dress shirt getting all but plastered to his skin, he decided that maybe science wasn't the fastest route to profit on this one, and made a phone call.

Yeaaaah, Topher wasn't making it to prom tonight.

furnaceface

Well, this was it. Opening night, and Jono had done about all of the running around that he could manage. His props girl had apparently vanished into the ether, his set was mostly painted in a shade of red-with-glitter that meant that he needed to be extremely careful how he lit the bloody thing, he'd drastically shorted himself on rehearsal time, though it seemed as though his cast had stepped up to the occasion and made up for that oversight, and--

Jono looked like he was going to pass out as he made one last check on the state of the stage before opening the house.

-- And there were occasionally waffles raining down from... apparently the catwalks above the stage.

Lovely.

"The show is going to bloody well go on if it kills me," he growled, and then doubled back to grab a broom before going to open the doors.

[Open for all!]

furnaceface

Well, this was it, then. Rehearsals were finally starting for a production that had been put off for the better part of a year, now. If Jono was a more superstitious person, he'd be shaking people down and demanding to know who had gone around talking about That Scottish Play in the theatre, or something.

Fortunately, he wasn't. He'd just gone and decided that life was a jerk. That was generally the best explanation for most things, after all.

"Good evening, group, and welcome to our first rehearsal for The Consequence of Being Frank. I hope you've all given your scripts a looking over. If not, we're doing a cold reading today anyhow, to get you better acquainted with your roles." A beat, and he found himself looking thoughtfully at the young ladies (and ~~possibly~~ Porthos) gathered there. He'd gone and stepped in problems with cross-casting in the past, he figured now would be the time to bring it up to be sure everyone was on the same page. "And also, I realize that most of you have been cross-cast in order to fill the roles we needed for this production. I understand for some that this might be problematic. If for whatever reason the role you've been assigned makes you uncomfortable, please, talk to me and I'll see what we can do to accommodate."

That said, he lifted his coffee and nodded to the group.

"A cold reading, then. Make yourselves comfortable, don't attempt a British accent while you read this unless you want to make me cry, and we'll work our way through our lines, today. We'll worry about blocking next week."

[Open! Cast list is here, if you missed it on the weekend!]

dollpocalypse

A year ago today, Topher and Billy had been tricked into seeing Assignment: Improbable 4 together, then accidentally fell asleep on the couch together watching Space Battles and woke up as girls. A very generous person or Tony Stark might term that a date.

Today, Topher and Billy had seen Hansel and Gretel: Warlock Slayers totally of their own accord and were now going to dinner. That was definitely a date.

"So was that offensive to warlocks or anything?" Topher wanted to know as they left the theater, popcorn-sticky hands shoved into his pockets for warmth. Seriously, this thirty-degree nonsense had to stop. "'Cause you're cooler than any of the ones in that movie, I'm just saying."

[[for the booooy!]]

furnaceface

Well, Jono was about as ready for today as he could possibly be. He'd been staring at the script for damn near a year, after all, and while circumstances last year hadn't been optimal for putting on a show, now was an entirely new theatre season, and it was time.

The letters on the marquis had been set, and the sign now read:

Auditions!
The Consequence of Being Frank
Today and Wednesday, Jan. 30
Rehearsals on Wednesdays, Performance Friday, March 8
Cast and Crew Wanted!

Yep. As ready as he could possibly be...

Why the hell wasn't he directing a musical, again?

[Open auditions are open! Anyone can stop in and participate- Students, teachers, townies!]

toteshammered.livejournal.com

It being Finals week, it was, naturally, time for the Drama final. Of course, this being Fandom, pen-and-paper finals were hardly required, and so Thor had decided that the best thing to do was give a very practical final. In the form of a Christmas/Midgardian/Other-worldlyian holiday recital, naturally. He’d even managed to book time at the Boards for the occasion. And being a public space, it was of course open for anyone to come and watch.

And speaking of watching, yes, that'd be mistletoe hanging on the ceiling... just about any time anyone looked up. Have fun with that!
[ooc: Posted in Townies because... that's where it's taking place, that's why. Open, naturally, to anyone who feels like their day needs some pageantry! ~~PLZ WAIT FOR OCD.~~ OCD ALL DONE.]

selfhelphero

Billy had a lot of things on his mind as he made his way to the pond in the park. Hanukkah was coming up, with the play for Drama class nearly smack in the middle, and he'd have to go home and see his parents for the first time since he'd kind of gotten their apartment blown up - oh, and his boyfriend and some other folks were black and white and he still hadn't been able to figure out if that was bad, or just weird.

Clearly, spending some quality feeding time with the ducks was the best way to go to clear his thoughts.

[Expecting one, but open!]

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

hasadestiny

The sky was cloudy but the weather was just the right side of warm as the sun rose on the traditional Parent's Weekend Brunch. There were tables, chairs, and a buffet laid out with all manner of breakfast (and not-so-breakfasty) foods.

But that wasn't all, there was also a small gift bag for each guest with cookies, stickers, and a bingo card for anyone who hadn't gotten their mingle on enough this weekend.

[OOC: Cookies for all!]

dollpocalypse

And once again on Parents' Weekend, Topher had no visitors, and he was happy about it. Seriously. Who needed their family where they lived? That was like... kindergarten. He'd matured beyond that, thank you.

So, for reasons that were not at all related to the parents he didn't especially want to hang out with, Topher was spending his work shift... working. On the code for Broca II, the robot wonder dog. The whole process was a bit loud, because for the most part he was programming barking sounds, so he wouldn't be surprised if people could hear it from outside. But that was completely unintentional. It wasn't that he wanted people to come by and ask what he was doing. Of course not.

It was just that the barking sounds might be getting louder as people passed by. Because of coincidence. And that was all.

Really.

selfhelphero

Billy had survived his fighting class today without receiving any kind of injury, and that was all the reason he needed to head to the Perk. The weather was nice, and all the pumpkin-flavored things were on display, so Billy was sitting at one of the tables outside with a pumpkin coffee and a pumpkin muffin. It was kind of one of the best times of year ever.

[Open! On SP until this afternoon.]

dollpocalypse

After some mortifying assistance from Ace, Topher was at work. And he was very busy today, actually. You know. Hating his girlparts and all.

It wasn't even that they were gross and girls were weird, though both of those things were true. He just liked looking like him. And not being all weird and unbalanced and stuck in some other body that could be anyone's, really, and who knew what she got up to in her spare time?

...Right then.

If you needed Topher, he'd just be fixing a radio. Or breaking it more so that he could fix it even better. It was hard to tell.

isvictorious.livejournal.com

Sparks danced around Victor's fingers as he stalked the streets near the warehouses, looking for any signs of resistance activity.

It was fun, sometimes, to see who might be afraid of his powers.

He liked patrolling in general -- not only was it his duty to Umbridge, but it added to an internal database of all island activity that he suspected might come in handy some day. But today, with the extra mission from Topher ... well, today he felt like being out on the streets was a moral obligation.

[OOC: Open!]

nomoralcrisis.livejournal.com

So yesterday's patrol had been... interesting. Getting to play with his sonic immobilizer was always fun, but being threatened by Tony Stark -- who for whatever reason seemed to think Topher was remotely affected by what he thought -- wasn't quite as pleasant an experience. Shockingly.

But fine, Stark supposedly had a killswitch on the weapons he'd given out. All that meant was that Topher had stayed up late last night building himself some tech of his own, just in case it did come to blows between them. It wasn't his favorite kind of project by any means -- he far preferred using Stark's weapons and spending his own considerable scientific prowess on building things less likely to sting, burn or shock -- but it was a good idea to have a backup now that things were tense between them.

So today he was patrolling as usual, pockets full of Stark tech and a couple of his own toys just in case. And he might be inclined to be extra aggressive today, just because of the sleep-deprivation. Nice job breaking it, Tony.

[[open!]]

goneaviking.livejournal.com

The house was abandoned.

It was hardly the only one - there were many places on Fandom that had seen better, or at least more occupied, days. Here, the stairs creaked, the floors sighed, and the boards against the windows kept the moonlight from streaming in.

Quiet. Empty.

Well. Unless you looked closer, turned the right doorknob, went through the right entrance, then down. Then, you might have the luck of finding Peter Wiggin, bent over his desk, still operational after all this time, the holograph's light dimmed to avoid attracting too much attention.

What he was looking at was a map.

"I'm telling you," he said, "It's got to be now. It's been a few weeks since the new batch came in. Enough time for them to be processed - but not enough for them to know the lay of the land. I might not be the resident tactical expert, but even I know an opening when I see one."
( wherein planny discussion happens )
[NFI, For-Resistance-Reporting-Only, Establishy, Offer Void in Quebec.]

dollpocalypse

Topher was having a bit of difficulty with one of his projects at Stark Industries today. For whatever reason, he was under the impression that a particular tool set would be all that was required to fix a fridge, and it was turning out that that was not quite the case, based on the way it kept shorting out when he tested it.

After his fourth attempt, which left his hair sticking straight up in a very mad-scientist sort of way, Topher took a breather, glared at the squirrel who was judging him, and said darkly, "Don't report that."

And then he went right back to work.

He'd get it eventually. Really.

dollpocalypse

So paintball... paintball was kind of getting big. Like, bigger than Topher had expected, really.

Now, sure, he could stay outside and keep shooting at people and ducking to cover and hoping for the best. He could, sure. Or he could play to his strengths and flee to somewhere where he'd probably be safe and where he could do something he was good at.

So he made his way (very, very stealthily, mostly as a result of following Peter-the-fox's lead) to Stark Industries, stopping only once on the way to pick up a ton of paint, and then ~~handwavily~~ texted Billy with his idea. Only a few minutes later, he was standing on the front desk, peering at the sprinkler system overhead and trying to figure out how it could be manipulated the way he wanted it.

Yeah, this was going to be awesome.

[[tiny OCD for the purposes of thread organization/ROOFTOP SNIPERS, but YES OPEN OMG.]]

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!]

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

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

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!]

selfhelphero

After the last few crazy weekends, Billy had thought he'd be prepared for anything that might get thrown at him. But when he woke up this morning and all the memories of this past weekend came flooding back - the eyeliner, the things he'd said to Topher, the things he'd done with Natalie - he realized how woefully unprepared he'd been. For the moment, he was seeking solace in a giant mug of hot chocolate and a muffin the size of his fist, and wondering if he could fix the things he'd done without having to actually look anyone in the eyes.

[Open if you're okay with daytime SP!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Most of the apricots had been removed by the time Thursday's rehearsal came around, but there was still a bowl piled high with the fruit alongside the usual pitchers of lemon water. … And a couple of boxes backstage if anyone wanted to take more.

Please take more.

"So, today we're going to work on Hoyt's introduction to start with," Troy explained, "which is the song Sweet Transvestite, and then work our way up through to Petey's big number, Sword of Damocles. This includes the part where Lad and Garnet are stripped down to their underwear -- but I think we'll hold off on that until we get a little further into rehearsals."

Yes. Stripped to their underwear. Troy really hoped that the cast knew what kind of show it was by now, but if they didn't...

"I reserve the right," Jono intoned, "to mock anybody who is surprised by that revelation by this point in rehearsals."

Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.

Troy laughed. "Yeah, what he said," he agreed. "So, before we get started, any questions?"

[Cast List | Script (with AP) | Script (one page, no AP) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

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!]

dollpocalypse

Okay. So maybe, despite all their nights of drinking with the rest of the guys, Topher had never hung out with just Tony and Billy before. And maybe he had sort of appreciated that, because hanging out with both of them at once was weird since, you know, it was Tony and also Billy and they were both sort of... important and whatever. But they were also both really cool (hello, it was Tony and Billy), so it wasn't like he was going to say no to a night of hanging out with them and seeing a dorky movie. That would just be insane.

So. Topher waited outside the theater, shifting from foot to foot and not looking awkward at all. Nope. Nothing about this was going to be weird, no matter what you could tell from his face or his posture or simple common sense.

And then he got a text from Tony and frowned.

"Huh," he said.

Okay, if Tony was bailing, it was possible that this night had just gotten even weirder.

NOW SHOWING
Assignment: Improbable 4

[[for the daaaaaaate.]]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Thursday meant that the same sign was up on the door:

AUDITIONS
Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture

January 8th and 12th, 2012
(That means today!)

Rehearsals Sundays and Thursdays
through March 22nd, inclusive.
Performance Friday, March 23rd!

Please be prepared to perform
both a song and a monologue.
Monologues and songs available
if you do not have your own.

(Songs and monologues do not
need to be from the show.)

Adults welcome!

Come one, come all, and audition for one of the best shows on Earth! Troy was just going to be over here, amused that he hadn't noticed any odd singing yesterday -- because it's not like it was odd for him to be singing.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

The Winter Holiday Showcase!
Come one, come all, to a celebration
of Fandom's diversity!

Enjoy musical and dramatic performance
many of the different worlds
represented on our fair island.

Tickets were still available at the box office; enjoy the show!

[~~Aaand wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

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!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy was uncharacteristically serious as he set up for the day's rehearsal. Part of him rather hoped that most people would show up today -- it would mean that they were here, safe, protected. At least for a little while longer.

He had a few different ideas for what to do today, instead of the typical rehearsal, so rather than the usual tea, alongside the water pitchers there were bottles of pop and a couple of pizzas, and a tray of ~~moddable~~ baked goods from JGoB.

furnaceface

Jono was... more than a touch subdued this evening as he opened the doors to let the performers in for rehearsal. And could anybody really blame him if he was counting heads as people came in, not because he was worried about attendance, but more because he was concerned about people's ability to attend?

The pitchers of water were set out again, because that was... some sort of thing, he supposed, what with all the singers and such. There was hot water as well today, with a few assorted teabags- green, ginger, peppermint. And honey, should anyone want to sweeten it some.

"Today," he said to the group at large, looking and sounding about as tired as he felt, "we're going to try to finalize what it is you each want to perform for the showcase. It's difficult to rehearse if you don't have material to rehearse. If you're still struggling for something to do, talk to one of us and we'll do what we can to help. We might not understand the finer points of holidays such as Lurlinemas or Winsol, but artistic and technical advice, we can do."

A beat.

"And if there's anything else you need that you'd rather not discuss in front of the group, feel free to take us aside or speak to us after rehearsal. I have a feeling we both understand."

[Open!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy was... perhaps a little bouncy today, yes, upon arriving at the Boards -- which he really needed to get around to moving into, now that the renovations were finished. But that could wait.

Because it was time for REHEARSALS!

There were pitchers of ice water set up on a table at the side of the stage, and a notebook and pencil for each member of the cast; Troy was up on stage this time, rather than in the audience, ready to work with his cast.

His cast. How awesome was that?

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

"We know that things have not been very okay lately," Dolf said. There was no better way to start a meeting than with an understatement, right? "People and places have been disappearing and nobody but us seems to remember they existed. And the causeway is being crazy, says the radio."

He wouldn't know. His own universe was still out of reach for him, and he didn't exactly spend a lot of time on the mainland - he still felt self-conscious about his English. "So we thought we should all talk, and come up with ideas." He shot Karla and Wesley an expectant look.

Karla glanced over at him and nodded, stepping forward. "The big problem is, we have no idea what's going on. We can't tell if there's some kind of pattern, if there was some kind of precipitating event, where the vanished things are going--or even if there is a where. Right now, we're dealing with a lot of suppositions and half-guesses. That's one of the reasons we called this meeting today, before people started going home for the holiday."

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

"One of the things we need is more information. Are people vanishing from your world? Who? When? What happens when objects and places vanish? Are there things that are linking the disappeared across multiverses? The more information we have, the better we'll be able to figure out what is going on. And from there, figure out how to reverse it."

"We understand that some of you may have lost people, and it might be difficult to talk about," Wesley made sure to add. "But if you're at all able, it'd be invaluable for us if you could share what you've been experiencing, both here and in your home worlds. And if you know of anything from your home or anywhere else that might be responsible for what's been happening, even if you aren't certain, that could be incredibly useful as well. It's difficult to propose any sort of a solution without an idea of what the cause is."

Hadn't stopped him from all but living in the library over the past week, though.

"So." He sat down in one of the chairs that had been set up in a huge circle. "Would anyone particularly like to start?"

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

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

dabblinginbitch.livejournal.com

Ramona didn't do it often, but girl knew how to throw a party. Granted, at the age of seventeen, she hadn't been to a ton of college parties, but she'd been to enough to emulate them effectively.

She'd gotten to the beach early enough to set up a couple beer pong tables, along with one for flip cup. There were several kegs of (really, really cheap -- might as well go for the full college draw here) beer, and nearby those, she'd placed an assortment of liquors and mixers. There was no bartender or anything for this party -- not only to fit with the theme, but also because Ramona was cheap and practical. See also the traditional red party cups she'd gotten for their drinks!

There were, however, tiki torches and a bonfire, and she'd sprung for festive little umbrellas to go in the drinks. Ramona hadn't really wanted to go totally tropical for this thing, but she'd dressed relatively beachy for her -- she was wearing a sundress, at least, over her swimsuit, and she had a little white flower in her blue hair.

She was determined to make sure Kate didn't miss any of that vital college experience. Because clearly, this was the important stuff.

[up early for sp and to accommodate time zones since SOME people live in like the north pole or whatever! all students (except topher) are welcome!]

lockestheway

The blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.

It was time to do something about it.

It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.

That was the plan.

But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.

Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.

[[ this is your finale post, folks! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

After spending far too much time working on the suit lately, Tony felt this was the perfect time to test out the tweaks he'd made to the flight capabilities. Which meant a bit of flying around for the good of science and not simply because he enjoyed it or anything.

Because that would be silly.

But, for now, he was hovering next to one of the buildings in order to review his data. See? Science.

[[Open, of course! And NFB, if you please!]]

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