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

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

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

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

[up early for the timezones]

needsacatchphrase

Well, Tino was all set up, thinking he was going to get some numbers out of the dating event for reasons that Jane couldn't quite suss out.

So she was just going to be at her end of the bar to help out anyone who needed a drink. Tino could deal with the disappointment when people just wanted a drink and to be left alone over on his part of the bar.

throughaphase

Caritas was decked out tonight for tonight's event with balloons and a giant glittery sign over the stage.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES!!

And a few minutes before 8:00, Kitty took the stage with the zombie band playing her on. As the music stopped, she began, "Welcome, everyone, to our semi-annual Three Minute Dates! If you're new to this, you've added your names to the list and when your name is called, you'll meet your first date and have three minutes to get to know them. Then when the buzzer sounds, it'll be on to your next date. Easy peasy! We've done things a little differently tonight, and gone through the painstaking process of picking some great matches for you all-"

It was then that Tino took it upon himself to come by to show off something like a miniature version of SNL's upcoming hosts board, with everyone's names attached in pairs. It was really a work of art.

And then he slipped on a patch of glitter and the names went flying everywhere.

One of the zombies played a sad "wah wah" sound.

For a moment Kitty just stared in horror, and then said, "Give us two minutes," and dashed off the stage.

Off to a great start!

[~~Hold up for all the OCD!~~ Go forth and date! A regular post ~~will go up on Saturday for after the dates~~ is up!
The Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Caritas after the dates]

throughaphase

It was a good day for a party! Nothing weird was happening, most people were probably between traumas, and why not celebrate with free booze.

Sure, Chaos Drink advertisements were up all over the interior of Caritas, but they were literally paying to host an event where everyone could drink a ridiculously delicious alcohol for free, so it was worth it, right? And surely this deal wasn't too good to be true or anything.

INTRODUCING CHAOS DRINK
DRINK IT FOR FREE! YES, REALLY!

There. That should do it.

[You can still sign up for the event all day today! I won't be sending out emails after Tuesday though so get those signups in now!]

texted3times

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

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

Eric was quite pleased with himself.

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

texted3times

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

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

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

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

throughaphase

Sometimes you just needed ice cream.

For breakfast.

And sometimes you got it in your head to get the biggest sundae they had, which sounded like a good idea until they brought it out, and you really began to understand what that meant.

"This is excessive," Kitty whispered to it.

[Open!]

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

It was homecoming time, and that meant the park was decked out festively in glitter and banners welcoming alumni back, and booths for all sorts of fun and evil, depending upon your inclination.

The weather was cooperating wonderfully, and everybody was invited!

texted3times

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

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

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

notconflicted

Sia had had things to attend to today (some of which totally had nothing to do with covering up a botched and unnecessary rescue mission, really), and then it was back to Fandom for the second time in less than a month. If she was being honest with herself, she was grateful for the chance to get away for a little bit.

Well, except that the first thing she was doing in town was going to be talking about what had happened, at least to some degree, with a person she'd mostly avoided as a student because he'd once threatened to do exactly what he and his crew had wanted to do now. In related news, timelines were awful and she didn't like dealing with them.

To make matters worse, Cade wanted to meet here. Because Cade thought he was funny. So Sia was just going to eat her ice cream as princessily as possible until he showed up.

[For one, but open!]

suitably_heroic

The influx of old Fandomites was proving to be an ongoing reminder to Atton how middle-of-the-road his life had gotten.

And you know what? After years of ups and downs, he was kind of all right with it.

He propped up the specials board - FREE MARTINIS TO OLD FANDOMITES - and got behind the bar, humming contently to himself while he... made Tino wash the glasses.

[[ open! ]]

myownface

So, Sparkle was planning on putting in at least a half-day, today. Cade was in town, after all, which meant that he was going to knock off his shift a little early in order to go do something vastly stupid involving a zoo, a duck, and a large reptile with a lot of teeth. The more teeth the better, he was led to understand.

But in the meantime, he was going through more Halloween costumes, alternating between hanging them on the racks and actually trying them on. He'd mostly narrowed them down to fancy period pieces, stuff like that. He had basically no interest in going as a zombie or a vampire or a serial killer or...

He had a long list of 'nope,' after a few years on the island. Funny how that happened.

[OOC: Open!]

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, so there were plenty of cool treats for everyone to enjoy, and shady places to sit. If those places were kind of glittery, well, the alumni would have to admit that they'd kind of missed that sort of thing.

[OCD is up! Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | The First Post]

brood-npcs.livejournal.com

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

All they had to do was wait.

( star wars vs marvel )

[Preplayed with the lovely and amazing

suitablyheroic and

sith_happened x 4!]

solo_sword

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

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

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

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

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.]

smilestopscars

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

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

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

myownface

Thanks to some portal delays, Sparkle had been a little too late to really catch the party last night when he'd made his way to the island. He hadn't been too late to miss the moment that the change had swept over Fandom's denizens, however, and he'd taken one look around his surroundings, given a little huff of a laugh, and booked himself a hotel room. Fandom would be Fandom, after all, and he was pretty good at rolling with the punches these days.

In the morning, he'd made his way to the Perk for coffee, and had flirted with and charmed the barista into giving him his coffee for free, and then throwing in a sandwich for good measure. Hey, she didn't need to know that he wasn't actually interested. It wasn't like he was going to be back here again any time soon, and he'd made it pretty clear he was only on the island until his next portal left, anyway.

He sat by the window to eat and sip at his coffee, giving the morning paper a bemused look. 2015, huh? Apparently some things really hadn't changed around here. Good old fucked-up island.

[OOC: Open!]

myownface

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

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

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

The carnival was still going strong, and of course the booths were always a big draw! Whether you wanted to kiss someone, see them sopping wet in late October in Maryland, or just throw pie in their face, there was plenty more to do!

There was probably still glitter involved somehow.

[Post I | Kissing booths | Dunk tanks | Pie tossing | OOC]

stacyexperiment

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

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

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

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

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

Jessica was getting a quick breakfast while waiting for her portal. She had her bags next to her. Her costume was on underneath her clothes. Her final radio was in the books. And, at least in a general sense, she'd said goodbye.

And still she was waiting. This was really the worst part of the whole leaving thing. Fortunately, she had a donut to help her pass the time. She also had a phone filled with games that she couldn't be bothered to play for more than a minute each. Yeah, she was a little twitchy. And she was still waiting.

[OOC: Jessica's last post on island for who knows how long? Seriously, it could be months! Years! One day! Spoilers. Anyway, last chance for goodbyes before she's in huge crisis mode for a bit.]

fh_thumbprick

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

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

The feeding was good, here.

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

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

fh_thumbprick

On Saturday morning, the smell of cotton candy permeated the island once again as the booths at Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show began to turn on and light up. There were more attractions to see today than there had been yesterday, and wasn't that just wonderful?

There was plenty of room for even more shows, if today's visitors weren't careful.

Once everything was ready, the tall man with the dark mustache stepped through the main arch again to survey the grounds and, seemingly finding everything satisfactory, he disappeared back into the small tent away from the grounds.

The carnival was open, offering more merriment and delight... and likely some terror as well.

fh_thumbprick

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

makemyownway.livejournal.com

After receving a karking depressing message from Atton in his voicemail, Cade braved the bugs in the dorms, broke into Atton's room and stole all of the booze he'd left behind...then added a couple of his own bottles.

He was aiming to be very drunk by noon, and was feeling pretty good about his life choices there.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was here on time, being a Responsible Karking Adult.

Ten minutes into his coffee, he decided that being a Responsible Karking Adult was really boring.

Which was why, if you came into the store, you'd find him flinging pencils into the ceiling.

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Summer! Time for mint juleps and fruity drinks with orange and those teeny little umbrellas.

"I don't care," Kenzi told Tino. "I think those look charming in your hair."

myownface

Sparkle was at work today fully intending to take full advantage of his employee discount. Today was his last day of freedom before that drama camp thing that Dr. Lecter had dared him to sign up for, and, while he was already packed, a lot of long and hard thinking had him second-guessing if maybe he should be dressing as though he actually gave a damn, too.

This was how anxious he was about this stupid summer camp thing. He was second-guessing his wardrobe.

And sure, there was also the fact that this was his last chance to actually earn any spending money before spending the next couple of months in DC, and he still needed to figure out what to do with Velcro in the meantime, and everything was so up in the air, most of his time at work was spent bouncing from one rack to the next, never actually finishing what he was doing at any of them.

Sparkle was just a touch scattered today, yes.

[Open!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

After a fun (no, not really) session in Ender's class about dealing with timelines and relatives and oh, your grandparents being five years older than you now and really karking touchy around each other still which gross, Cade slouched behind the counter at the shop and sulkily drank his milkshake.

He'd help you if you needed something fixed, but service with a smile had never exactly been his thing.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade wasn't a nexu any longer, so he celebrated by heading to work where he proceeded to fix someone's iPod by deleting all of their music and filling it with Miley Cyrus hits instead.

No nee to thank him, random person. Really.

endsthegame

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

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

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

It was a fine Sunday morning, indeed.

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

pursuedthestars

There was only so much a man could take of acres of farmland and lack of things to do before he bolted. Of course, Jim bolted right back to a smaller place that had almost less to do than Iowa but it was familiar and he felt pretty okay when he was here. It'd be a nice, quick break before he went back and tried to figure out what he was doing with his life.

He was glad to see that nothing had changed in the short time he'd been away (you never knew if that was gonna happen with this place). The Perk looked the same, he recognized some of the people behind the counter and got his order as quickly as he remembered. But that might have been because he flirted a bit. Hey, there weren't very many people to flirt with in Iowa so he had to make sure he was still sharp.

Coffee in hand, Jim flopped down at a table and put his feet up in the chair across from him. This was much better than lying in cornfields and counting the stars. That got old and you tended to lose track after like one million.

[Open, of course]

Current Mood: content

throughaphase

Tino had maaaybe had a little too much fun for Cinco de Mayo. Because on Seis de Mayo he was slumped over the bar with his face buried in his arms and every once in a while he'd mutter something that Kitty thought might be a request for water, which she was fine with getting for him. The first few times.

The zombies were also playing some fairly loud rock and roll tonight, and Kitty thought about asking them to turn it down until Tino asked for aspirin a third time and refused to go home (upstairs) because it was too far away. Play on, zombies, play on.

sith_happened

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

So. Many. Sausages.

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

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

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

throughaphase

After the last day or so, Kitty was in a good enough mood (finally) that she didn't even mind that Tino had called out today, leaving her alone at the bar. She was a little on the bored side, though, meaning she'd built a small tower out of shot glasses and was trying to practice some pouring tricks.

It could have been going worse? But it also could have gone better. This was why she was practicing with water.

fjordicswagger

Okay. This whole thing - whatever the whole thing was - was starting to be a pain in the ass. So the moment Tamsin found out those kids in the library had figured out who was behind this... well, she had a couple of wanted posters drawn up and distributed.

As a final touch, she'd nailed one to the front of the station, underneath the words FIND THIS GUY AND KICK HIS ASS.

She'd added another sign, too: WANT TO HELP? INQUIRE INSIDE. She wasn't above letting all these overeager idiots kick some monkeyponies in the tail for her. Especially not when the ringing phone wasn't letting her go out and do the kicking for them.

[[ open! strike teamers, want a place to ICly gather up? go right ahead. non-strike teamers, want a reason to go out and fight something? come inside! ]]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was outside of the bakery enjoying the warmer weather with his green juice and a small placard that read "EAT KALE NOT CARBS". He wasn't judging your lifestyle, everyone, but those doughnuts'll go straight to your thighs.

Just sayin'.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

After a nice chat with his grandfather last night and a good workout at class today, Cade was whistling around the shop (between sips of coconut water, of course) as he worked on various projects.

It was good to keep busy, right?

Starks was open and industrious two weeks in a row. Weird, huh?

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade arrived early for his shift with his green papaya salad and coconut water -- eating balanced meals was important! -- and was working industriously away on someone's hard drive to finish it before having lunch.

His father had instilled a proper work ethic into him.

Stark Industries was open! And not gremlin bitten, sadly enough.

myownface

Huh. Still a candy store. Sparks hadn't seen that coming when he came in for his Dite's shift today, though he supposed the island's residents weren't going to miss it too badly. Not with the whirlwind tour of Southeast Asia that most people seemed to be away on. And anyhow, it was weird, but it was a nice change of pace. The storefront was bright and colourful, and he could spend all day looking at the various quirky toys and knickknacks tucked in amongst the chocolate displays and the candy bins. Heck, it meant he could use his employee discount to maybe bring a treat to Amelia. He couldn't imagine how long it might have been since the last time she'd eaten candy, after all.

He smiled to himself at the thought, settling behind the counter with his laptop. If it was going to be a slow day, he might as well spend it being productive, and Googling another handful of Canadian colleges with good performing arts programs seemed like a good way to go about it. If he was graduating next year, then he wanted to be on top of it, after all. Toronto alone had a wealth of performing arts schools; Randolph Academy, the George Brown College, Humber, TAPA... Bravo had a musical theatre program that had caught his interest on a quick read-through of the page. But then, Vancouver was also good for that. His parents had already said they'd really rather he not, not after boarding school in America, but they'd understand if the program he really wanted was so far from home again.

Occasionally popping a few jellybeans into his mouth, Sparks poked around Humber's webpage again. Acting for Film and Television, or Theatre Performance? Maybe he could find a way to register in both...

[OOC: Open to anyone left on the island! Sparkle now prefers to go by Sparks, and he's from an AU where he was adopted at the age of eight by a loving and supportive family, because I'm terrible.]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Well, that weekend had sucked and now Cade would never be clean again after the thing with Atton in the confessional.

So. Karking. Gross.

So he was behind the counter at work, drinking something that was definitely not a soda out of a Moobyland cup.

Mmm, healthy choices.

Stark Industries was open!

Not to you, Atton.

Current Mood: FOREVER UNCLEAN

makemyownway.livejournal.com

After Sunday services were over, the prop department worked frantically to turn the church into a somber, sad place, full of flowers that would not at all be recycled for the weddings later in the day and a giant wreath with Cade's ~~headshot~~picture inside.

He was too young. TOO YOUNG!

Come and pay your respects, Fandom. Say nice things about him, or don't. Fling yourself on the coffin and cry! Remember that caffeine addiction was real*!

*Ehh.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade was back behind the counter working on a coffee machine that beeped every time he plugged it into the wall. He had originally been working on trying to fix the machine, but the beeping had gotten so annoying that he was now working on stopping the karking beeping.

With a blaster.

Well, now there were a lot more pieces to work with!

Cade was the best engineer ever.

The shop was open, and armed.

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, Bruce made his way to the bar, took a seat, and motioned for Tino to make his favorite drink. (Ginger ale, done up to look alcoholic. Ahem.) He actually had plans to hit Baltimore a little later, but he had time to put up a show and be a good host for a while.

[OOC: Here is your regular post-dates post! Mod Tino for drink making, but Bruce will be at the bar if anyone wants to chat.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Just before 8:00, Bruce walked up onto the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile. "Hello, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. I'm not exactly sure how I got roped into this to begin with, but I agreed because it kept me from participating for once. Trust me, my dating history doesn't really need another five dates in a night. That said, I will be at the bar once this is done, so you can still have a chance to chat me up if you really want to."

After a very brief pause for laughter, Bruce clapped his hands together. "Well, without further ado, let's get this started. I'll read off a bunch of pairings, then you'll have three minutes until the air horn sounds..." Which it did, just then. Bruce visibly cringed. "Then it's time to cover your ears and run off to your next date once I call your name. It's just five rounds, so you'll be done with this in no time. Good luck."

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

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

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ has been completed. You have permission to play.

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

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

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon when I'm snowed in like Edward. Zing!]

myownface

Yeah, so it was a day early for Sparkle's usual shift. Did he look concerned about that fact? Nope. People were going to be needing clothing today, after all, and he was the weekend guy at the clothing store. Coming in to work today wasn't just an excuse to get more hours on the clock, it just made sense.

So Sparkle was in and putting out a display of women's underthings, mostly in generic sizes, like boyshorts and sports bras. For a demographic of people on the island who really only had to worry about this kind of thing for a few days every year, they'd do well enough, after all.

For anyone who wanted something a little more fitted, yeah, he'd help with figuring out your sizing, too. He did sell lingerie at his other job, after all. He was qualified.

Demon Marcus is open!

[OOC: And also flying without OCD!]

makemyownway.livejournal.com

Cade finally remembered that he had a job and wandered into Stark to a huge stack of old, broken iPods.

Apparently people had gotten new ones over the holidays.

He got out his multitool and began repairing them--making sure to mock all of their taste in music as he got the machines to show him their contents.

[OOC: Home again! Help keep me awake!]

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---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

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

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