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fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

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

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

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

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had stayed away from the dance last night. So she was staying away from the brunch, too. Antisocial? Sue her.

She left a couple text messages for friends to let them know where she was, and settled in with a cocoa.

[ooc: expecting a few, but open to talk to Parker, and for all your coffee needs.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

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

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

It was time for the summer dance.

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

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

Current Mood: accomplished

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge? Still just as bouncy as yesterday. Though every so often he remembers that this is probably going to be his last shift at the shop, and that makes him briefly frowny. But then the frowniness is replaced with omg getting married in a week.

Stark Industries is open, and RIC is back in one piece and looking around warily for any small children.

needsaparrot

"So about that whole being back on Friday thing..." Xander said as he reached for his Galaxy Quest hardhat. "I'll just say have you met ~~the idiot who plays me~~ Portalocity? At least it gave the contract guys some time to get the first floor walls started for us."

He pointed to the building, which was indeed starting to look more like a building, now. When he turned back around and stubbed his toe on the black stump in his path, there followed a few choice not-safe-for-squirrel epithets before he shook his head and added, "Helps that it wasn't totally a pile of rubble to start with. Good foundation goes a long way. So today we start building on that. There's pre-cut lumber already laid out, and the places that need framework are marked with red cable-ties. Need any help, I'll be working over on the south-east corner. Just yell."

He paused. "Preferably something like 'Hey Xander' unless we're talking industrial accident or something's ignoring the No Rampaging signs. Then go with 'Help!' Or 'Oh frak!'"

[OOC: Community project, open to all!]

Current Mood: working

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

Dad had always called Sarah an enterprising kind of girl. So she enterprised her way to the beach where there were waves and sand castles to be built just like back home. She flopped in the sand and--

She didn't have a bucket. Oops.

With a concentrated frown, she set to work anyway. She was enterprising!

[ open like a beach! ]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge... is a few minutes late to work today, because it's apparently "take your suddenly weetiny fiance to work" day and that meant getting ready took a bit longer than usual. RIC is also along because- well, because kids and dogs are usually a good mix. Even robot dogs, yes.

Curious to see if his boss is also a kid today, Bridge settles in to work. Well, okay, he's supervising Xander and RIC, so there's technically not a lot of *settling* at all. Stark Industries is open, though.

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey had been expecting to walk into work this morning and see a diner, with booths and counter stools and tables and chairs. But then, she had also been expecting to walk into the diner in her normal clothes, and not something involving high boots, leather pants, a tricorner hat, and waaaaaaaaay too much cleavage. (Where did that come from? No, really, had that been there all along?)

This? Didn't exactly fit Lacey's mental picture of a diner. Oh, the booths and counter were still there, but there were rugs and cushions and blankets everywhere in place of the tables and chairs, and a rather motley assortment of them at that.

"I never signed up my restaurant for Extreme Makeover, Swashbuckling Edition!" She looked down at her clothes again and sighed. At least she was on an island, so it made a little more sense. If this had happened to her back in Saskatchewan -- what would she have done? Knock farmers cold and sail off with their hay? In a dinghy? (Dog River's river wasn't that big.)

Today's Specials
Curry Chicken Skewers
Macaroni Pie
Spinach, Mozzarella and Roasted Red Pepper Panini

Luke's is open. Don't mind the bewildered-looking quasipirate behind the counter, holding her hat in front of her chest. She just keeps hoping that the next time she blinks, the decor will go back to normal.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

The first thing Bridge notices when he unlocks the shop is the pair of tiny pirates that zoom in ahead of him.

"Oh no you don't," Bridge says warningly, seeing one of the pirates scramble up the shelves and head for a particularly shiny bit of scrap metal. "That's not treasure," he says, scooping the pirate up and placing him back down on the floor. "Well, okay, it is, if you're into building things, because that particular metal might be just what you need to complete your invention, but somehow I don't think that's what you're planni- HEY!" and now he's chasing after the other pirate.

Stark Industries is open, though under (very tiny) seige.

needsaparrot

They were still mostly ruiny, but a great deal less trashy, thanks to the volunteers.

They were also covered in little X's, and there was a Xander standing near a wheelbarrow full of shovels.

"Okay so this wasn't what I had planned for today?" He scratched his head under the edge of his construction hat, then shrugged. "--but ignoring it when Fandom gives you a hint tends to be a bad idea, so... be careful? If smoke, fire, green gas or baby dinosaurs come out, STOP DIGGING. And just in case, there's bottles of Holy Water to squirt on whatever you find before you open it. Just saying. "

[OOC: Community project, open to all!]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is here, a sheaf of papers spread out on the counter in front of him. A closer look at the papers would reveal that half of them seemed to be blueprints of some sort, and the other half lists that might just be of a wedding-y nature.

Bridge believes in multi-tasking, and Stark Industries is open.

needsaparrot

Standing next to a portable work-table piled as usual with hats, gloves, and other safety equipment, Xander had his own hat in one hand, the better to gesture with.

"I know you guys have been looking forward to getting done with the cleanup and actually, you know... building something."

Then he hat-gestured at the rubble-strewn remains of the entry foyer. "That's good. You keep doing that. Everybody needs hope to get them through their day."

[OOC: Open! Grad/Community project, all welcome.]

Current Mood: dorky

needsaparrot

"For anybody who wasn't here when this went down--" Xander, clad in a certain white and blue hardhat that might be familiar to some, jerked his thumb towards the partially-demolished building, speaking loudly over the noise of a drainage pump that was patiently sucking the mucky, muddy water out of what used to be a pretty kickass swimming pool. "That's what happens when you don't have clearly posted safety signage during an invasion."

Oh look, he brought an extra No Rampaging sign. And a post-hole digger.

"It's also what happens when you do have clearly-posted signage," he admitted. "But at least this way you've got a better case if you try to sue the monsters for damages. And this--" He waved his arms at the construction site in general. "--is what happens when we finally run out of room at the MCA and have to get off our butts and build a second apartment building. First law of re-building, though - before you get to the fun stuff, you have to clear away the crap. ...Second law is don't juggle the power tools."

Ah, safety lectures. Just like riding a bicycle. Through a construction site. Without proper headgear. Which you shouldn't do.

[Open like the muddy concrete pit that used to be Logan Echolls' swimming pool! Grad project, but he wouldn't turn down help from anyone inclined to give it.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Normally, Bridge might be a little bummed about missing out on the welcome picnic for the new kids. Today, though, he's somewhat preoccupied with making a list for the next time he talks to Isabel.

RIC, meanwhile, is trying to hold a conversation with JARVIS. Since the AI doesn't speak Cat and the robot dog doesn't speak English, it's... not going terribly well. Mostly because the AI is actually pretty much ignoring him.

Stark Industries is open!

[ooc: around for an hour or so, then off to work and back by 5 Pacific.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

There's a Bridge, there's a Z, there's a causeway. There's also a shuttle- or rather, isn't a shuttle, quite yet, because it's slightly behind schedule due to the island not being where the pilot had expected to find it.

At least the drop in temperature means the SPD uniforms aren't *quite* as uncomfortable as they usually are during the summer. Not that it matters at this exact moment, because the shuttle's finally arrived and within moments the two SPD cadets are inside and it's taking off again.

[eeeestablishy.]

needsaparrot

Having ~~handwavily~~ let people know that they might want to wear beachy-type clothes today, Xander stood in front of several coiled-up garden hoses, and pointed to the biggest area of clear grass available.

"Since we're just about done here, I figured we could do a little lawn-care before we hit the road." Because a globe-hopping island totally didn't get enough moisture on its own, right.

And the extra-long, adult-sized Slip-n-Slides? Secret hi-tech lawn-tenderizing tool of master gardeners everywhere.

"Try to at least get some water on the grass?"

[OOC: Grad project open to all like an open thing that is not closed nor even partially ajar!]

needsaparrot

"Not that I think this is gonna work?" Xander says as he points to a pile of waterproof signs, and shiny metal posts to which to attach them. "But if nothing else it'll give 'em something to knock down before they get to the slides and swingsets."

[OOC: Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help. Or ogle. Or ramp-- no, wait. None of that.]

Current Mood: working

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

fh_beasties

Each person brought to the catacombs found themselves trapped in a cavern with seemingly no exit. It was cold and lighting was limited and even their own breathing would echo off the walls. The Nightmares were lurking, waiting for fresh minds to taste, to inhale the scent of fear and panic.

Tonight they would feast and the catacombs would fill with screams.

( Welcome to the Underworld )

[OOC: Once you've been kidnapped, ping in here. You're welcome to either play your thread out here or play it in your own journal and link to it here. For the sake of keeping things organized, please remember to link everything here. The Nightmares are just generic demons with no particular appearance. They'll look how you want them to look. Remember to check the email you received for any further details. If you need an NPC, head over to the NPC request post, but please remember that you're largely in charge of keeping yourself entertained. Have fun!]

fh_beasties

Pain, Panic and a few lesser demons had their orders. They had people to grab and take to the Nightmares in the catacombs of Tartarus. Simple enough, right?

Maybe not, but they hadn't had a direct order from Hades in an unthinkably long time. They weren't going to get this one wrong.

[OOC: For those who signed up to be victims so they can be kidnapped! NPC volunteers, please use generic demons, not Pain and Panic.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Okay, so the ghosts- and Hades' announcement- have Bridge more than a little unsettled, so he's not in *quite* his usual cheerful mood as he attempts to keep himself busy tinkering with the wormhole detector. It's entirely possible that staying in and not going to work would've been the safer option, but that would mean, well... not going to work... and therefore it wasn't *really* an option, in Bridge's mind.

Stark Industries is open!

[ooc: And I got called in to work at the real job t'morrow, so this is going up early. Around for a couple of hours in the morning, and then back by late afternoon.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Once again, Bridge has brought RIC to the store with him. Robot dogs may not need exercise like normal dogs, but he figures socialisation with other robots definitely can't hurt.

Bridge himself is sitting at the counter, his hand every so often reaching up to touch the ring dangling from a chain around his neck, as if to check that yes, it's still there.

Stark Industries is open, and even the chance of rain (or ash rain) is not dampening Bridge's mood at all.

Current Mood: chipper

needsaparrot

Today, there were...flowers. In little trays. And more Pez-shaped bricks to put around the flower beds. And there was a Xander standing next to them who knew what to do with the Pez-shaped bricks, but was sort of flailing helplessly at the plants.

It was okay, though. He had a list. Which he read off very carefully to the assembled masses. While he inwardly prayed there was somebody among the graduates who knew how to take care of plants that weren't arm-eating and holographic.

And then he started making borders, because bricks, he could do. He'd never managed to kill a brick yet. Except intentionally, with a wrecking ball.

[OOC: Open! For grads and anybody else who wants to help with the park.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is sitting at the counter with his current project, but for once most of his attention isn't occupied by said project. No, today he's mostly keeping an eye on RIC, who'd insisted on coming along. The robot dog is busily exploring the shop, poking his nose into everything.

needsaparrot

Today there were no Pez-flavored bricks. There was once again a Xander, and there were poles.

He picked one up off the ground and planted it in the dirt in front of him like he was claiming the park for England. Or Wales or whereverthehell his ancestors had actually invaded from. He pointed. "Not for dancing. For swinging -- after you make 'em into swings, otherwise you'd just fall on your ass."

He set the pole down and reached for one of the connecting pieces to show people how to put it all together, then paused. "Not that I'm gonna stop you if you want to dance. Whatever. Just wear a hardhat."

There were also hardhats.
__

[OOC: Open! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help.]

Current Mood: amused

needsaparrot

Today there were bricks. Bricks and bricks and bricks. There was also a Xander standing next to them, and a dirt-trail already laid out for paving.

"No power tools or heavy machinery, what'm I gonna safety-lecture about?" he asked, scratching his head. Then he snorted. "Oh wait, this is Fandom, and I've met you people. Don't throw them, don't eat them, don't trade them to anybody for magic beans..."

There was more. It went on for a while. At one point he paused to feed a Twinkie to the small blue deer that nudged gently at his knee. That kind of while.

[OOC: is up! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help beautify the park.]

Current Mood: hopeful

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Candy falling out of the sky? Definitely the kind of weather Bridge can approve of. It's definitely better than pudding rain, anyway.

And so he's nibbling on gumdrops and jellybeans as he does some more work on the wormhole-detector.

Stark Industries is open!

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is definitely glad to be back to having a regular job again. That it's at a repair shop is just icing on the cake, really.

Stark Industries is open, and Bridge is busily making notes on the set of blueprints he's got spread across the counter.

Current Mood: cheerful

not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com

For the first time the sign outside the shop actually read Open. Tony was thinking that maybe this would deter customers as being closed only seemed to encourage them.

Weird place.

And he'd even managed to work right through the pony and sudden move to France incidents, assuming Jarvis was trying to play at something when the radio was relayed to him that evening.

"I don't care what he says, I need the palladium here yesterday, Pepper."

And for someone not actually there with him, Pepper continued to do a lot of work for him.

not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com

Tony was not in the shop proper today. no, he was in the workroom, halfway through installing Jarvis.

There were a few... interesting holes in the walls where the program's systems had been attempted to be integrated into the entire building.

What? He wasn't a construction genius!

And one of the robots was out in the shop to watch over things. And in time out after it attempted to break things while 'helping'.

[[For an eyepatchy repairman!]]

not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com

Whoever thought it had been a good idea to send all of his things in boxes was just the stupidest person Tony had ever met.

Really.

How was he supposed to find everything?

"Pepper, yeah hi, can you do me the smallest favour and tell me which box has my tools in it?" A beat. "I am aware of that--" Another beat as he opened one of the boxes, phone pinned between his ear and shoulder. "--oh please, I am not that helpless."

[[Shop is closed, but door isn't locked in case there are curious gawkers ~~to demean~~]]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

He'd only *meant* to go into town long enough to pick up doughnuts from J,GoB. But on his way to the bakery, he'd been struck with inspiration regarding his latest project and the problem regarding power consumption, so instead he'd taken a detour to the junkyard and then Turtle & Canary to pick up a few parts, and *then* he'd headed to J,GoB. Which is why he's now sitting at a table with a box of doughnuts, his ever-present project sketchbook, and assorted mechanical parts that he's spread haphazardly across the table. He's either ignoring or totally oblivious to the annoyed looks from the bakery staff who seem to think this isn't the most appropriate of places to be working on such things. Knowing Bridge, it's probably the latter.

[ooc: expecting one, but otherwise open!]

not_in_the_book

It was later in the evening; the dance went on.

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

needsaparrot

Through the doors and past the glittery Guy With Tools signs there's a counter. On the counter is a row of four triple-grande mochas. Behind that, there's a head of dark, tousled hair just barely visible. As if its owner's face was in fact pressed against that very counter.

Occasionally you might hear a muttered, "Whhhhhhhy..." in between the grumbles and the intermittent snores.

[OOC: Openaroonie!]

Current Mood: de-caffeinated

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

Jen was, for some reason, attempting to use every toothpick on the premises to build what looked like an owl.

Apparently, she missed Circuit.

Well, that and there weren't enough toothpicks to build lifesize statues of her Time Force team.

Today's Special
Broccoli Deep Dish Pizza

needsaparrot

The Guy With Tools behind the counter, currently being a Guy With Laptop? He might have said laptop open to a wedding registry or two. Maybe.

[OOC: Open for tenants, customers, naked droid babies...]

Current Mood: good

redintraining.livejournal.com

Three sparkleballs were floating toward the causeway Friday afternoon, having received word from Dr. Manx that they were needed back at S.P.D. to test a method to change them back to normal.

Fortunately for them... or perhaps unfortunately... Fandom had other plans.

As they neared the causeway to meet their shuttle, there was a loud CRACK... and suddenly, three very confused and very naked S.P.D. Cadets lay sprawled on the ground. With a popping noise, a communicator fell down near Sky's left hand. There were several long moments of stunned silence; Sky, for his part, was struggling to not look at his teammates as he finally seized the communicator, screwed his eyes shut, and rang Kat. He was trying very hard not to growl as Cruger was wont to do- his voice came out rather flat and emotionless.

"Ah... Cadet Tate to Delta Base."

"What is it, Sky?" came Kat's concerned voice. "Is something the matter?"

"We... don't need the shuttle any more. We changed back," he explained.

"Wha- you changed back?!" Kat repeated, her voice a mixture of delight and shock. "How did it happen? Are all of you alright- in one piece?"

"Yes," said Sky. "We're all here. Just stark naked."

"... Come again?"

"We're all naked," Sky repeated. "And in public."

[Bestest teammates evar modded with permission.

You know what this means- STREAKING TIME! This post is completely open for any and all to come boggle at our unfortunate kids as they try and make their way back to their destinations. ~~Please wait for some minor OCD.~~ OCD is up, to keep things neat. Post is up early for SP of DOOM.]

Current Mood: apathetic

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Arrivals to the town hall for the dance would find it decorated with darker, richer colors, from the draping streamers to the balloons scattered around to the runner on the snacks table. At the entrance, there was even a table with a variety of masks available for those who might not have brought their own, or were too damn lazy to get one, provided ever so graciously by Turtle & Canary.

And there wasn't a single speck of pink in the decorations. Nope. Not one. Turtle had made sure of it, even against the nefarious plottings of someone whose name may have rhymed with Peg Panning.

There was, however, still a lot of glitter. You could change the world, but you couldn't tempt fate.

[[ OCD ~~on its way~~ has landed! Up early to get the most out of our play; second part to go up later dependent on comment accumulation and potential punch ~~chinchillas~~ spiking ]]

[[ Quick links for eventual browser friendliness: Arrive/Mingle, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC ]]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael was not late for his shift this week.

( Specials )

Pizza Planet was open.

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky got to work right on time, in spite of another near-sleepless night. Now on top of everything else swimming around in his head, he was worried about Teddy after talking to Chad, and because of the fact that he hadn't seen his little big brother in over a week. Sky really didn't feel like dressing in The Suit today- or ever again- but he also didn't want Mr. Manager to get upset with him (especially because, in the midst of everything, he'd forgotten his promise to pass out flyers during the week), so on the stupid thing was.

He was grumpy and cranky and wasted no time shooing Eddie and his girlfriend off the counter with the broom when he got there, then settled in to read a book and think some more.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

Current Mood: restless

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

There were pool tables, there were lanes for bowling, there were ~~fully moddable~~ snacks and drinks, and there was a birthday cake.

All that was needed was a birthday boy. And he was going to be there soon.

Isabel was just a little excited.

[For Wyatt's party, but otherwise open for all your bowling and pool playing needs.]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Tweeter & the Monkey Man - The Traveling Wilburys

redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky was not going to wear the banana suit to work today. Period, end of story. For once, he didn't care if his boss yelled at him. He felt a lot better than he had the past few days after scoring himself a date and talking to Teddy and Z. He had even slept some last night, but he was still not in the mood to be humiliated today.

As he opened the stand, he was very displeased to see that Eddie had found himself a girlfriend, and both of them were very squawky. So he threw up a force field over the stand's opening and glared at them.

"I dare either of you to try and beg free bananas now, birds," he challenged them, before settling back to read a book and wait for customers.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

[Pings may be slow, as Shurimon is busy, and by "busy" I mean I have a newly-purchased copy of Mega Man Starforce Leo to sink my teeth into. :x Hit me up on AIM at SPDSkyTate to get my attention.]

redintraining.livejournal.com

There was a frozen banana stand, open for business for the day.

And there was a Sky.

Obediently dressed in a banana suit.

Wondering what on Earth had possessed him to agree to take this job.

( Menu~ )

Sky settled in, hoping feverishly that nobody was going to want a banana today. Which, he realized, meant the entire town was probably going to turn up.

[OCD is ~~forthcoming~~ here, OMG. Have at it.]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

It's just past sunset, and the roof of the apartment building is set up for a party. With the intermittent storms all day, Bridge thought it best to set up tarps over the food table, even if it hadn't actually rained at all.

Said food table's got things like moon pies, and White Castle burgers, and pizza... they're all moon related, in a way.

There's also a table with slingshots and cheese, but that cheese isn't for eating. It's for throwing at the moon. As you do.

Music that's probably vaguely moon-related in some way is playing, and Hate the Moon Day? Is officially underway.

[ooc: Expecting a few people, but open to ABSOLUTELY ANYONE who'd like to investigate wtf anyone's doing on the roof. Party is taking place during a break in the storms, so no getting accidentally fried by lightning! Also, yes, takes place after sunset and I've gone and posted it BEFORE SUNRISE because I'm a dork. Man, this ooc note is getting long... what else? Oh yeah! Some OCD ~~coming~~ up.]

needsaparrot

That guy in the totally unobtrusive hat and dark, dark sunglasses behind the counter, sitting directly under the Guy With Tools sign and trying to pretend the new issue of Ninth Wonders he's reading renders him invisible? Is not remotely Xander.

Just ignore the eyepatch behind the ~~curtain~~ sunglasses.

[OOC: Open, despite what Xander might tell you.]

Current Mood: earth plz swallow me

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Another weekend, another bout of weirdness Anders had missed out on completely. Pity his weekends seemed to start out in this state of blissful unawareness that inevitably ended up completely dashed on Sunday nights, didn't it?

That was why Tino had taken to stashing a separate bottle of booze beneath the bar on Sunday nights. Just in case.

Not because he was being nice to Anders -- just because he wanted to be able to mock Anders for having to resort to it, see.

[[OOC ETA: Guys, a million apologies, but I'm crashing fairly soon and am too tired to keep up any more. Will try and pick up pings in the morning, or just assume Anders got distracted with other WTFery because it is INSANITY in the bar.]]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders had completely and utterly missed out on any PMS-related craziness yesterday, so he was in a good mood and had nothing to feel particularly embarrassed about tonight when he came in to open the bar.

And he totally noticed when Tino and the zombies were overdoing it about acting nonchalant.

"What?" he asked. "Okay, why are there chunks of a ten-pound Ghirardelli dark bar back here?"

He didn't get an answer, but he didn't really care much about that ten minutes later, when he was lost in another game of Tower Bloxx on his laptop.

Evil, evil Flash games. Evil.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge is actually in quite a good mood as he bounces in to the ice cream parlor with Z in tow. Ordering himself a concoction involving peanut butter ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup, he finds a booth for the two of them and flops down. "I don't think I've ever actually been in here," he admits.

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---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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