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The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.
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It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.
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It was somehow even more glittery than it had been earlier in the evening, though there was still time for any latecomers to show before the moment you'd all been waiting for.

And your 2012 Homecoming Court Is...



[ Arrive + Mingle | Homecoming Court | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | Post 1 ]
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Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.



[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | PSST: Go vote! | Post 2 ]
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Raven had finished packing up her room, which took a lot longer than she ever could have imagined when she first arrived in Fandom since she'd come with little more than the clothes she'd been wearing. Once packing was accomplished, she'd ventured out into the cool morning grey to take a walk and visit some of her favorite places on the island. It wasn't like she would never be back, it but wouldn't be the same at all.

One of her last stops was the Perk so she could get some tea to warm herself a little. She'd handwavily let friends who still remained on the island know where she'd be and that she was leaving that day. Gotham awaited.


[Raven's last post. Woe. Content of threads with Jono and Karla are NFB, please, but that they were there is fine.]

Book Haven, Friday

Friday, August 3rd, 2012 10:19 am
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
More than anything, Cassidy wanted to be back in the gardens working with the ground.

However, instead she was tending to her responsibilities in her place of employment.

The Book Haven was one of those places that had always given Cassidy comfort before, and she was hoping that it would continue to do so.

There was a pot of tea being kept warm on a stand with a small bit of witchfire beneath it and she was focusing on change the displays in the store. It kept her mind busy and it kept her from shirking her job to go hide work in the garden.

Book Haven [7/11]

Wednesday, July 11th, 2012 10:43 am
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy arrived at work after her class was over -- and after she had changed back into her normal clothes.

Now that she was at work, there was a pot of tea on the counter and she was organizing shelves and displays. After that, she would be looking at book lists on the internet to see if there was anything that she should let Millie know they needed for their inventory.

When she came across the description of a certain best selling trilogy, she gasped and her eyes widened. That probably wouldn't do for Book Haven ... but maybe she could let Emma know about it and they could order it for Dite's?

She quickly went to the next page before her curiosity could get the better of her.

Book Haven was open and Cassidy was blushing.

Caritas- Saturday

Saturday, March 3rd, 2012 04:55 pm
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Did you get to spend your Saturday night in the office of the bar you managed, trying to put out little paperwork-type fires (not literally) so you didn't have to do it tomorrow? No? Then you were having a better night than Kitty.

Tino, however, was in a much better mood, so it was a good thing he was the only one behind the bar tonight.


[I am off to the Thrilling Adventure Hour, so mod Tino as you please! Not dirty.
Unless you're modding Tino for dirty, of course. I won't judge.]
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A room at the community center had been set up for a perfectly innocent slumber party that was in no way intended to promote girlkissy. Streamers were tacked to the walls, a buffet table held a range of late-night nibblies with a bias toward the sweet end of the spectrum, and a sound system played current pop and dance songs. Blankets, pillows and sleeping bags were heaped neatly along one wall, ready to be put into use by anyone with the inclination to stay the night.

Depending on your inclinations, this was either an innocent celebration of the start of spring break, or the ideal way for Fandom's young women to explore their Sapphic urges. Either way, it promised to be a good night.

Book Haven [1/31]

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 12:45 pm
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy was tired but cheerful as she moved around the book store. There was just something soothing about being around so many books, which was why she loved Tuesdays and Saturdays so much.

She made a pot of tea and then poured herself a cup as she took her place behind the counter. She wondered if Millie would be interested in selling some books from Kaeleer here in the store. She was pretty sure she could get Clayton to send her some.


[[OOC: OCD free as I am still typing with one hand and at work.]]
[identity profile] onepunchguy.livejournal.com
Guy with an umlaut didn't actually work at a bar. He didn't work at all. Because, when you're on the Real World, all you do it sit around and drink. Or fight. Or hook up.

So, that was why he was at the bar tonight, partying.

Sure, it was just with Tino, but that would change as soon as they found young, attractive people to through at the cast.
[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com
Bruce had a Blind Date today. Like any reasonable blind date, it was to start at a local business where they could get food and then end in the evening with drinks, but the whole thing would only take 8 minutes due to the magic of television editing. And just like any such thing, it started with Bruce standing off to the side and speaking in generalities about himself and what he looked for in a woman to nobody in particular.

"I have a tendency to be a little flashy. Expensive meals, cars, gifts... pretty much anything that distracts from questions like, 'Where have you been the past few days?' or 'Why do you have a knife wound on your chest?'"

"I'm into girls who are really passionate about something. It doesn't really matter what, as long as it's not murder, haha. But no, really, no murderers. Redheads are nice, though."

"I'm not really good at long-term, steady relationships. It's complicated, but it starts with the death of my parents."

And with that, it was time to wait at a table for his date.

[OOC: For said date! But open for any other Perkish needs, of course.]
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy got to the store early so that she could make sure that everything was in its correct place. When she was satisfied with that. she returned to the front coounter. After making sure there was enough space and that nothing would get in the way, she called in a teapot and a few cups.

It was cold out and so there was going to be tea at Book Haven today.

She thought that this was a very good idea.
[identity profile] oncourtandstage.livejournal.com
This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

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

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


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

[Aaand wait for OCD! OCD is up!]
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy was relieved that she was able to come to work without fear.

She went about straightening things and making sure that all of the displays were clean and dust free. She righted books and made sure that everything was perfectly displayed. If anyone needed last moment Winsol gifts, she had several books that she could recommend to them.

Then she went behind the counter, where she summoned a pot of tea and some cups. Tea helped with almost anything.
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The last place Karla wanted to be was at work (or, you know, on the island at all), but unlike people kept insinuating, she knew her duty and she did it. And she'd be damned if she was going to skulk about and hide in her room, regardless. So here she was, chin up and head high, inventorying the stock since it was doubtful they'd be getting any deliveries soon.

There were a few more snow globes left, but she was saving those. In case there were people about who wished to share their uninvited opinions about her actions the other day.
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
It had been hard for her to leave the dorms, but Cassidy knew that she needed to do something or she might start screaming and not stop.

And so, she was at work, rearranging the same book display for the seventh time today. She had the feeling that if Millie knew what she was doing, the older woman would understand the need to keep her hands and her mind busy.


[[OOC: No OCD as I'm having a hard enough time getting LJ to be nice.]]
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After Dinah's last phone call, the last thing that Karla had felt like doing was going into work. But it was that or stay in her room all day and look at pictures, so several hours after her shift was supposed to have begun, Karla dragged herself into the store.

Only to be confronted by a stack of heavy cardboard boxes, taller than she was. The address on all of the boxes were for a store Karla'd never heard of, but the scrawled note on the inventory sheet said, Had enough trouble getting them over the causeway. They're staying!. Okaaaaay?

Inside the boxes were rows and rows of snow globes. These were definitely not for 'Dite's shop. Rather than anything naughty or even slightly risqué, they featured warm and friendly holiday decorations with such inspiring messages as The Holidays Are a Time for Friends and Family! and Remembering You Fondly This Holiday Season! After her morning--after her week--such cutesy messages of friendship and remembrance hurt.

Karla hadn't realized she was smashing one until it was hurtling through the air and slamming onto the floor of the shop, spraying glass and sparkles and fake snow everywhere. And? It felt good. She slammed another. And then another. And another and another and another still, flinging snow globes until her arm hurt.

This was kind of therapeutic.

Soon, there was a sign in the window: ANGRY AT THE WORLD? OR THE LACK OF IT? COME WORK THROUGH YOUR ISSUES WITH WANTON DESTRUCTION! 3 GLOBES FOR A DOLLAR.
[BEWARE OF BROKEN GLASS. DUH.]
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Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]
[identity profile] wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com
"We know that things have not been very okay lately," Dolf said. There was no better way to start a meeting than with an understatement, right? "People and places have been disappearing and nobody but us seems to remember they existed. And the causeway is being crazy, says the radio."

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

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

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

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

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

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

"So." He sat down in one of the chairs that had been set up in a huge circle. "Would anyone particularly like to start?"
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"I hate you," Karla sulked, nevertheless holding her stick up in the guard position. "Hate hate hate hatedy hate."

"Now, now, witchling," Lucivar said, a large grin splitting his face, "but sweet talk isn't going to get you out of sparring practice."

It was early, long before breakfast or showers or even coffee. Not that it was possible to tell that from Lucivar's demeanor. He was disgustingly bright-eyed and energetic, twirling his sticks as he prowled around, keeping an eye out for holes in her defenses. It was Lucivar's rule: whenever he and Karla were in the same place, sparring practice had to occur.

Before breakfast. Because no one wanted to dance around in that if someone got poked too hard in the belly.

"How much longer are we doing this?" Karla whined asked calmly and reasonably.

"Until I say you're done," Lucivar replied, swinging his stick towards her legs. "There's all that muscle you need to rebuild after all. Interested in talking about what happened instead?"

Karla blocked his swing and kept her mouth in a grim line. And maybe hoped for other people to show up to foist Lucivar off onto them.

[Open for everyone, participants and spectators alike.]
[identity profile] nothornlessrose.livejournal.com
Cassidy was a little bit over-excited. She had a job and at a book store!

She wandered around the store for a few moments to try to get the basic feel of the place again and then she went behind the counter. The cash register looked like it was going to be very interesting to get used to, but it was all part of the adventure.

Book Haven was open.
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Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.
[identity profile] tightpants-king.livejournal.com
At long last, the Goblin King was going to address this town and it's ridiculous occupants. He'd been keeping an eye on things from his castle but now, with the time of action so close at hand, he couldn't stop himself from leaving the castle to address those that were working fruitlessly to get their friends back. Now, it was time to appear to them, let them see who was beating them so easily and let their emotions overwhelm and destroy them.

"Welcome!" Jareth boomed, letting his voice carry over the ins and outs of the island that were covered by his gorgeous labyrinth. He waited, let those assemble that might and let those hear that wouldn't.

"You might be wondering who I am," he said, twirling his pimp cane lazily while wearing his tightest pair of pants and frilliest frilly shirt. There was a vicious grin on his face. Something amusing to him but dangerous to those that might try and stop him. "I am...the Goblin King."

He waited for the recognition that he expected. The goblins inside the labyrinth cheered as they were wont to do for their leader.

"And this creation you've seen on your island is mine," he said happily. "For a week now, you've worked yourselves day and night to retrieve your captured friends and you've given me endless entertainment while doing so. Thank you for that. Your friends are...safe."

There might have been something off about how he said that. Maybe.

"And they will be coming with me," he said firmly, planting the cane in the ground and leaning on it. "However, since I am a generous man, I am here to offer you...a way. A way to get your friends back, that is. You have twenty four hours to solve my labyrinth. One day. If time runs out, your friends will become mine. Forever."

He grinned, letting the glee he felt in those words show on his face. A clock, suspended in midair over Jareth's shoulders, began ticking down. He didn't expect anyone to solve his creation. No one, no one, could best the Goblin King.

"Good luck."

Unfortunately, Jareth didn't mean that at all.
[identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com
And thus began Parents' Weekend. It was an overcast day but the rain had long since tapered off. Just in case, tents had been erected all around the park to protect from the potential for wet stuff. No one needed their guest showing up cranky because they'd been rained on.

There were tables and tables of all sorts of food and drinks. There was something for everyone. The Student Council had spared no expense. Blue and gold tables and chairs were also spread out underneath the tents, giving guests and islanders a place to sit down and chat or sit down and eat or something to hide under.

A registration table stood near the front of the setup where guests could check in and get a nametag. A banner adorned the edges of the tents proclaiming:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2010

[OCD is done! Post 2 | Registration | Security | Food and Drink | Mingling | OOC]
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Magic & Support Reserves met in the Magic Box today, clustering around a small sitting area between the bookshelves and the counter.

"Welcome to the shop," Tara began, softly but without a stammer. She was trying not to let her memory of what had happened last time she led a meeting get in her way too badly. "If you haven't been in, this is the Magic Box, and it's the island's magic and new age supply shop. If you -- or someone you're working with -- wants to do a spell and needs the kind of components we talked about last week, this is usually a good place to start looking. We're going to take a quick tour and then play a game."

She aimed a soft smile at the group, then started walking. "So, these are the books," she said, gesturing to the shelves. "Some of them are old, some of them are new, some of them are more accurate than others. You can look through them but don't read aloud unless you really know what you're doing, 'cause some spells work just from being spoken. I found that out by accident when I was eight."

Karla closed her mouth and slid the book she'd been leafing through back on its shelf. "Yes. Let's be careful in here, guys," she said, turning a little pink.

"Back here," she added, as she continued into the shelves of fresh and dried plants, "are the plant supplies. The shelves are labeled with the species names and what kind of magic you typically use them for. Some of them smell really pretty."

"And this is my favorite part," she said in the next aisle. "These are crystals. They're for ... sort of for luck? And for focusing your intent. You have to purify them when you get them unless you know what they've been used for. I have one that's been in my family for fifty years, b-back in my room."

She walked the group through the rest of the store, showing off wands, chalices, knives, amulets, candles, and tarot cards, before they ended back in the front of the shop.

"We're playing a game in three teams today," she said, nodding to the other reserve heads to bring out closed cardboard boxes "These mystery boxes have five things from the store in them each. The game is to look them over, identify them, and then try to figure out what they're for and where they belong in the shop. The team that gets their stuff identified and reshelved first wins a prize." The prize was cupcakes. The same cupcakes that were on the counter for a snack, yes. "Does that make sense?"

She hoped it did.

[OOC: Cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] hazlehurstmiss, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child. OCD up!]

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