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There was plenty to do this week, but it was possible that one of those things might also be some work? Crazy.

So Brooke came in for a while, at least, making sure the mannequins were showing off the store's lingerie selection was well represented in the window, while the nicer stuff was available right when you walked in the door. Maybe she kept rearranging some things, too, just for something to do with her hands.

For reasons.

gobrookeyourself

It was the holidays! The mannequins were in red and green party clothes, there were deals on, and Brooke was decorating the store, tastefully, mostly with lights, and with a tree. She'd managed to collect a bunch of fashion-themed ornaments, shoes and dresses and the like, and what she was doing here was synergy.

Or something.

Look, who didn't want their tree covered in stilettos?

[Open!]

newroutines

Well, it wasn't as if Caritas was going to close right after the dates! The night was still so young that it was practically prepubescent, and so there was plenty of time for people to stick around and talk some more with the dates they'd most liked - or to talk to some of the people they hadn't been matched with.

Caritas was (still) open, please buy lots to drink.

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

unusual_sith

In addition to the requisite booths, there was plenty of food, games, rides, and tables for sitting and people-watching.

Come and hang out and enjoy!

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was at work, and she was unhappy, which largely had to do with the fact that she was mostly blue.

And now, while trying to dress a mannequin up for homecoming in irritation, she was on the phone with customer service for the bath bomb that had done this to her, using words like "blueberry" and "legal team" and "I will own your whole family."

Anyway there was a homecoming sale on! Hi!

[Open! It begins!]

newroutines

If Mike seemed a little more frazzled tonight than he usually did, well, you didn't need to look any further than the tall hunk of a guy standing at the bar. Mike was pretty tall too, of course, but Richie was taller. And Mike was muscular, but Richie was even more so.

And neither of those things were the reason Mike was a little off-balance. Nah, that was from the simple fact that Richie was here at all. He'd shown up at the house a little before Mike's shift was due to start, so, here they both were. And before Mike had even had half a chance to ask what the fuck was up with Richie showing up announced after they hadn't even talked to each other in... okay, Mike didn't even want to think about how many years.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Sex on the Brain
Naked on the Bathroom Floor
Stripper's Kiss

Caritas was open.

gobrookeyourself

Was it weird to have a back to school sale when you had year round school? Maybe, but Brooke was doing it anyway.

And until/unless someone came in, she was going to spend the day on her phone, emailing back and forth with her assistant in the New York office. She kept trying to put the phone down, and then it'd go off again immediately, and this was the worst game ever.

[hey, I posted! Open!]

newroutines

Mike was his regular, adult self. But he had been listening to the radio (and also walking around town, where there were way more teenagers out and about than usual, even for an island that revolved around a high school), so he knew what was going on.

So for a while at the beginning of his shift, he'd considered making a sign that reminded everyone that they served minors at this joint.

But then he'd decided against it. 'Cause he was a responsible adult, or something. So he was just making sure the bar was stocked with all those little paper umbrellas and shit like that. Wasn't that what teens liked? He could always claim he was too old to remember.

[ooc: Open, no OCD.]

heroic_jawline

Well, Steve and Tony were apparently hosting a cookout tonight! They had far too many kinds of soda ~~and a keg if you asked nicely and didn't tell Steve~~ and far too many kinds of chips...

And hot dogs, because you couldn't kill people if you accidentally undercooked a hot dog. Hopefully their friends were better at the culinary arts because they were reallllly not.

The music was loud and from the 70s and 80s (at Tony's insistence) and the grill was probably four times as complicated as it needed to be! Come party like it's 1980 something! Or 1930 something!

deaddadsclub

The staff at the Perk all groaned at Cristina as she came in. Cristina was unphased.

"Look, I'm giving you an opportunity to make up for that travesty you tried to serve me in the park yesterday," she said. "I'm doing you a favor."

And then she promptly tipped them all an almost obscene amount. You had to balance out your snark with cash if you didn't want bodily fluids in your coffee, after all. And doctors thrived on coffee. Even when they had almost nothing to do 90% of their time.

Cristina sipped her latte, made several approving noises to let the staff know they'd done good this time, and went to go find herself a seat and read some medical journals. Just because she was exiled to Magical Podunk, Maryland didn't mean she couldn't keep up with the latest research. She wanted to keep her mind sharp for when she eventually woke up from this coma, or whatever it was.

[open!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke worried that she was jinxing them by putting swimwear and more summery clothes in the window displays today, but she preferred to think that she was spurring on normal weather. Putting it out into the universe. Encouraging normalcy.

And because she had nice stuff to put out and she wanted to show it off.

[open!]

what_the_shock

The power was back on and the house was warm again. So of course Miguel was outside in the snow.

What? The little pictures on the window had shown playing in the snow and building snowmen, and that sounded like fun, and nothing Miguel had done much of growing up. (They had also shown a snowball fight, but you needed more than one person for that.)

So he was out here in a jacket, jeans, and a nice, warm hat over his UMF outfit. It kept out the cold much better than it had any right to, and he could still move his fingers properly.

Now, did he want to go for the stupid ball-shaped snowperson, or try something more interesting and less structurally sound? Hm...

[Someone called for a snowball fight?]

throughaphase

Welcome to party night at Caritas, where today you got to design a drink after yourself! Or someone else, if you were a giver! There were lists around the bar of all the ~~moddable~~ ingredients available, all you had to do was bring your recipe to the bar, buy the drink that Kitty or Tino made from it, and then make sure it wasn't absolutely disgusting.

Because the odds were, one or two people would make something that would not be fit for human consumption. Other species, maybe.

Or, you could always just try the special.

SPECIAL
THE TINO
Bottom shelf Everclear, Redbull, and PBR

(You don't want to try the special.)

newroutines

Sure, Mike had already sent Brooke a dozen roses through that whole Student Council thing. But nothing had stopped him from giving her another dozen when he'd picked her up at her place. 'Cause a total of two dozen roses was at least adequate, as far as grand gestures went, right?

And just in case it wasn't, he'd also made sure to dress up. Dark suit and everything. And boy, he was glad to find out it still fit like a glove 'cause, uh, it'd been a few years since he'd last had an occasion for wearing it.

There'd also been a rikshaw drive to the restaurant. Which he didn't think was ideal, by any means. But it was very Fandom. Which seemed fitting, in its own way.

And now, they were outside Taste of Thai, and Mike had stepped off the rikshaw, and was holding out his hand to help Brooke do the same. "Here we are," he said. "I promise the restaurant's gonna be less bumpy."

[ooc: Mike is here for she who is mentioned!]

gobrookeyourself

Someone had complained about the lingerie-clad would-be orgy in the store window today. Which was sort of offensive to Brooke, because she could have done way worse.

And in fact it was way worse until she got bored and changed it this morning before the complaining started. Like this was the worst anyone would see in this town.

Anyway, she was at the counter doing work for home, and still being a little annoyed. Her window was a masterpiece, dammit.

[Open!]

suitably_heroic

"I know you like margaritas," Atton started, "But this is a little over the top."

Tino opened his mouth.

"I'm not talking to you," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "I'm talking to the bar."

The massive palm tree that had popped up behind it - containing a margarita tap - didn't reply.

"Come on!"

[[ open! ]]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was readying the shop for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t do much in the way of decorations, but she liked to let her clothes be the stars. So she was spending some time putting lingerie on the mannequins in the window.

And if some of those mannequins were arranged in compromising positions, look, it paid to show what the clothes looked like in action, sort of.

Also it was fun to see how creative she could get.

[Open!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had to go into the store today, but it wasn’t like people were beating down the door to go there, so she was taking her time this morning. She’d intended to do othervwork while she was waiting around there, but then she’d gone for coffee, decided this was as good a place as any, and found a table near the window to do some sketching. Maybe they’d turn into actual clothes at some point, maybe not, but sometimes it was nice to get ideas out of your head and onto paper.

There were worse ways to spend a morning.

[Im not getting this one out enough. Open!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke wasn’t trying to deal with Christmas today. No, she was looking to the future, mostly by getting a good selection of new year’s attire in the store window (along with the now hiring sign). Because dammit, if you wanted to get someone’s attention on the #2 kissing holiday of the year, you came to Brooke Davis.

Seriously, though, she was trying to keep busy. Lucky for her, there was too much to do.

[Slowish for work, but open!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had other stores, but she'd always had people to set them up for her, and then all she had to do was sign some checks for it. This was the first time she was doing it herself, and it was sort of a pain. She was the one getting painters in and having racks and counters brought in, and since she didn't have a staff yet it was up to her to check off on the stock she was getting in, and then do things like unbox it.

She'd say it was slumming it, but she was also in a store that she owned of fairly high-end goods that she designed, so... not so much.

So there was Brooke, opening up boxes with music going in the background, and several help wanted signs in the window. Including a "Help wanted, for the love of god let me pay you."

[Open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

newroutines

Mike was aware there was some kind of a school-related shindig happening in town. He also knew there was a ton of people on the island so he figured this was not a work shift to miss. Maybe it'd get a little more interesting than most weeks.

He hung up the specials board and settled behind the bar.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Absent Friend
Friend of A Friend

Shut up, he couldn't resist a good theme when one came to him.

[ocd up, have at!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade's portal had arrived a bit later, but only because he'd gotten to have a layover for five hours in a karking men's truck stop bathroom. He would never be clean again.

"Coffee," he told the barista with a glower. "So. Much. Coffee."

He slumped into a seat and glared at all of the unfamiliar faces outside the shop. Ugh. Fandom. Hopefully most of those people weren't karking relatives.

[OOC: So open.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable.

The first to flood out were a score of squirrels, followed by some alots, a few teal deer, and some gremlins who had left Fandom to seek their fortune through biting. Then humans, humanoids, and those we never asked about too closely came through the portal.

Welcome back to Fandom, alums! Even if you hadn't planned on being here this weekend!

[OOC: Feel free to establish your folks coming through if they aren't taking alternative methods to arrive! HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY, FANDOM! Come hang out in the IM chatroom gogremlins if you have time to kill and want to catch up/squee/find out what people have done IRL over ten years...]

solo_sword

Jaina Solo was awash in a sea of emotions. Life had been going so well for her, having finally gotten over the pain of her broken engagement and the loss of Charles and the long, drawn-out court case that had developed after her mother Brooke had accused her in public of attempted murder. But things were good now. She ran the biggest modeling agency on the East Coast now, and she and her mother had patched up their differences and forgotten all about that suffocation thing. Perhaps she'd even try to get married again soon, she was due for a new love interest.

And now Charles was back, and John Sheppard was back in her life, and she knew something about Wade and had to find a way to bring him down, and Brooke wanted to talk to her. Apparently that thread had carried over into the next day. She could only imagine what was next.

So for the moment she found herself on the docks, hugging herself as she stared out at the water, searching for answers.

[So totally open.]

Current Mood: lost

the_merriest

It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.

So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.

"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.

(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

Have fun!

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

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

Current Mood: amused

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

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

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

It was time for the summer dance.

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

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

Current Mood: accomplished

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Tino was sad that he didn't get to go to the sleepover last night. He had such plans for it, too! And that's why he swung a pillow at Jolee the second Jolee stepped behind the bar.

Unfortunately for him, the Sanctuary Spell took that to be violence. Tino returned five minutes later, dripping wet. His pillow was also dripping wet. Tino was not happy.

Jolee, on the other hand, found this all very amusing.

gobrookeyourself

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

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

[Open like a beach!]

fabulous-secret.livejournal.com

Making her usual rounds of the island up in the skies, She-Ra had heard a pathetic cry for help outside Caritas.

Wishing only to re-establish order and save the poor worker from whatever terror existed within, She-Ra had followed him into the bar.

...

Ten minutes later there was a hot, golden-haired super hero standing behind the bar and cleaning glasses with a towel that in no way clashed with her tiny white and gold outfit. The towel was likely bigger than her entire leotard.

"I hope next time you're more careful with your work, my friend. Paper cuts are no laughing matter," She-Ra warned, noting the giant bandage on Tino's pointer finger had yet to leak. Her first aid skills were still up to par.

Tino didn't hear her, he was busy staring at her boobs and pretending his finger still hurt.

[Open! ETA: And She-Ra has stepped outside to find more males to enter the bar, feel free to mod seeing her and stop in!]

Current Mood: bouncy

gameknowsgame.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

[ocd is up!]

Current Mood: cheerful

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

It was the day before graduation. The day before pomp and circumstance, diplomas, smiling seniors and proud guests. What better way to spend that day then partying the night away? That's right, tonight was the night of the senior lock in! Many ~~NPC~~ workers had been busy in town, cleaning up and setting up an abandoned warehouse for the event.

Now, the front of the warehouse was lit up with neon signs and stanchions that would lead the seniors into a huge building where not one speck of floor space wasn't being used for something fun. There was loud music pumping through the building and strobe lights were swirling around the area, lighting up the room in blues, reds, greens, yellows and various other colors. Decorations of all kinds painted the walls, giving the room a party like atmosphere.

Of course, it would just be a regular ole party, right? Nothing surprising would happen, right? Oh, of course. No surprises. Riiiiiight.

The senior lock in was open and it was time for the seniors to get their party on!

[Posted early for super duper SP! This is for seniors only. OCD is good to go! Have fun! Comments are off so, if you need me, ping the OOC thread or email me!

ETA: And there's something going down here! Have fun there and please please continue to play in the party beforehand. It's your party, seniors, please enjoy it!

ETA 2: And the thread to get free is here!. Hack it up! It's moddable!]

Current Mood: bouncy

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had finished her last final today, and decided to go to Caritas to celebrate. However, when she came in and found that it was just her, Tino, and the zombie band, she said, "Oh look, a reason to get near all the alcohol," and ended up behind the bar.

Where she proceeded to do a couple celebratory shots with Tino. As one did.

Caritas was totally totally open. And possibly slightly tipsy.

Current Mood: accomplished

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

There was coffee that was needed and there was also a sickening feeling that something... something out there wasn't quite right. The sound of children's laughter was like something evil and cruel.

Any moment now, something--probably a clown--was gonna come up from the sewers.

So, for now, he just drank his coffee and plotted to throw it at any clown monsters that should appear.

[OPEN, OMG. AND, IDK WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT.]

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion had spent most of the afternoon decorating the bar with Valentine's decorations she ~~handwavily~~ got from Turtle & Canary. The whole red and pink theme was kind of making her gag but it was Valentine's Day and people were here to find love or whatever.

Marion hoped she was getting a bonus for this or something

After she had set all the decorations and tables up, she put out a nice sign:

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Marion Ravenwood
Reject people real fast

When everyone arrived, Marion got on stage and grabbed the mic. "Okay everyone, this is how this is gonna work. I call your name and someone else's. You get together. You guys talk for three minutes, get to know each other and then you'll hear this," Marion put a whistle into her mouth and blew. "Then I call your name with someone else's and then you switch. Then you do the same thing again. Five times total. Questions? No? Good!"

Then she blew the whistle for fun.

[3 minutes = 10 comments, 5 for each of you. You can do these out of order but try not to Joss yourselves. Up early for great SP justice]

[~~Wait for the OCD or, I swear, I will have Emmett hug you until your back breaks~~ OCD UP!]

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

So far disaster hadn't struck and it seems that the StuCo wasn't tempting fate with the choice of decor. Good thing. It would suck to have an invasion before everyone got lucky on Valentine's Day.

There was still plenty of food to eat, dances to be had and, hey, it looked like someone spiked the punch.

[You are some damn talky people. This is your mirror post (possibly not your last) for the dance. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or you'll have me to deal with and I fight dirty~~ up!]

[Quick links: Mingling, Food, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones, Dancing, OOC

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee came in and checked to make sure that Tino, the zombies, and T1 were all who they were supposed to be. Once he did that, he took a seat in the lounge and let Tino take care of whatever insanity might happen tonight.

[OOC: Continuing the proud tradition for this weekend of cheating and making it a mod Tino night. Jolee's in the lounge if anyone wants to talk to him specifically.]

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Upon his return from a slo-motion run down the beach, Jason made his way to the pool to set up for some party he was throwing for Buffy, Claudia, and Brooke. They sounded hot.

Filling the pool and setting out deck chairs and space heaters, Jason's tanned and tattoo-free skin and his thick, dark hair shone in the bright sunshine. He hummed to himself as he worked to erect the lifeguard stand, securing his red float to the side before climbing on top, his job complete.

"This is gonna be awesome," Jason announced, surveying the results of his hard work and flipping open his phone to order up some pizza.

The MHA Pool was ready for business and Detention was in session.

[Ronon is now Baywatch Hawaii's Jason, and Detention is now a Pool Party open to all!]

Current Mood: nipply

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Tino had thought he'd have to work the shift alone tonight. Marion had called in to say she had to take care of Mutt that evening and Tino should suck it up and deal with it. But then Chuck came in and got behind the bar. Sure, Chuck wasn't really too much help behind the bar but at least his clothes were entertaining. Tino wished he could wear pink like that.

"You couldn't pull it off," Chuck said after he caught Tino eying his outfit.

Tino pouted. He so could pull it off.

[Yeah, so I felt like switching it up tonight. I'm around!]

Current Mood: thirsty

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Signs had been ~~handwavily~~ put up around town throughout the day indicating that this was the place and this was the time. New Year's Eve in Fandom, in one of the abandoned warehouses (although it had been tidied up and decorated). Showgirls carrying champagne flutes, a live band playing, and a big glowy ball hanging from the rafters with a countdown clock displayed.

It was time for G.O.B. Bluth's New Year's Illusionin' Eve! Brought to you by a Host Named G.O.B.! Making his triumphant return to Fandom! Exclamations!

[OOC: Up early to accommodate all of you silly people who have work, timezone issues, or social events. Post is open to students, teachers, townies, alum, and ex-pats! ~~Kindly wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Have at it!]

gobrookeyourself

When Brooke stopped in at Caritas, she noticed no one behind the bar. And sadly, she was actually sort of excited about being able to play bartender, so if anyone showed up who had a job, too bad, she beat them to it.

So she fixed herself a drink and waited for people to come in, every once in a while sending a little glance Tino's way.

Shut up, it'd been a while.

[Up early cuz I'm boooooooored.]

Current Mood: flirty

firebringerborn.livejournal.com

It rapidly became clear that Apu didn't care that Jan was actually Aljan, Prince of the Unicorns.

He also didn't care about Jan's mate, Tek, or his shoulder-friend, Dagg, or the gryphon's attack or, in fact, anything that Jan had remembered.

Not that this stopped Jan from talking about it, oh no.

Jan happily frisked after him as Apu checked the buttermilk, just to be on the safe side.

Today's Squishy flavours: purple, gingerbread, cinnammon.

[ooc: OCD free today!]

gobrookeyourself

After sending off her E-mail and running trying to get everything bought at the last second, Brooke set up at the beach. There were ~~totally moddable~~ drink fixings and snacks on a fold-out table covered nicely with a tablecloth because a folding table kind of killed the natural decor, there was music, and she'd been thoughtful and put out little bottles of suntan oil and sunblock out because in December people were probably not prepared.

Some days Brooke loved this town. Today was totally one of them.

[Toooootally open and up early be request, kinda. I WANT THIS WEATHER IRL. (OCD eschewed more so no one yells at me for saying that.)]

Current Mood: bouncy

loverlyviolets

As the sun went down, the twinkling fairy-lights that had been strung around the park took its place as a light source. Not nearly as big, but it was enough to see the food and the dance area by, with the help of some strategically placed torches in the shape of old-fashioned gaslamps. Nor nearly as warm, but there were carefully-controlled braziers here and there to take the nip out of the evening air.

Around the dance area and along the buffet tables there was a proliferation of orange, brown and rust-coloured harvest flowers that might have bordered on excessive, as if someone got rather excited about being offered a job this important, but it was still within the bounds of good taste.

[OCD is now up. Have fun!]

Current Mood: pleased

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee and Tino were stocking plenty of clean glasses behind the bar. This weekend meant family. Family meant drinking. It was a fact of life. It's part of the reason why Jolee never bothered with a family after breaking from the Jedi: he preferred sobriety.

The preparations ended when the door opened and Jolee felt an all-too familiar presence. "I'm sorry, Tino, but it looks like you're on your own tonight," he said, turning to face Revan. "We'll be in the lounge if you need me for anything."

[OOC: I'm totally cheating and making this a mod Tino night. As stated above, Jolee will be in the lounge if anyone wants to talk to him specifically.]

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