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furious-maximus.livejournal.com

The first order of business was obviously a change of clothes. Formal Aleran robes were all well and good if you had to go to a bunch of boring governmental meetings, but clearly that wasn't going to be a thing here on the island, so Max was shopping for something more comfortable.

Well, maybe even somethings. He had plenty of money, after all, so why not make sure he had plenty of comfortable stuff to wear for, well, however long this lasted. (Please let it be a long time!)

He was over looking at the jeans, grinning as he pulled stuff off of racks. "Oh, denim," he sighed, "how I've missed you."

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...]

nocapesomg.livejournal.com

"NO CAPES!" Edna Mode reiterated, shoving an extremely sulky Anakin Skywalker (and his new uniform) back into the hallway.

"But--"

"No butt, either, darling," Edna said, dusting her hands off, "which I imagine is why you tend to cover yours with that cape to begin with."

She cut off his squawk of protest with a wave. "Live in the now! And now is full of plaid and polyblend."

She turned to the next ~~victim~~ victim. "Next! Come now, don't keep everyone waiting!"

[OOC: Anakin modded with permission! Come on down and get fitted with your uniforms or have a "dress like a normal person for once" intervention for your townie! There'll be some SP in the afternoon but I promise to get to everyone!]

Current Mood: creative

bigdamnprincipal

Zoe had spent most of yesterday pacing in her living room, rereading the letter from the school board, and leaving angry phone messages in clipped five-minute sections. The limitations on voicemail were just ridiculous when one had a lot on their mind.

When the day had gone by and Zoe hadn't heard from Bo, she decided to prepare for the worst - namely, that this visit was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She might have been powerless to stop Fandom from bureaucratic invasion, but at least she could try to warn everyone for what they might have to do. Since it wasn't just the school that was going to have to pass muster, Zoe sent out ~~handwavey~~ emails, as well as a message with the squirrels, to call everyone for "an important town meeting." Thankfully, the squirrels seemed to have gotten her message to the radio station, and between the broadcast and the emails, she was hoping that students and townsfolk alike would make it to the town hall. She'd tried to find the balance between urgency and not worrying people in her message, and she aimed to maintain that tone once everyone got settled down.

"Good morning, and thank you all for coming to this meeting," she said. "I know you all have a weekend to be enjoying, so I'll attempt to keep this brief. We have a bit of a...situation happening tomorrow at the school, and unfortunately, it's going to involve the town as well. The school board is coming with some important visitors and, well, I'll just let this speak for itself." Zoe straightened up a bit as she pulled out the letter from Stephen Colbert and read it to everyone. She was tempted to leave off the last two bullets, because really, the rest of the list was ridiculous enough without making the Canadians and aliens rise up in nationalistic anger too, but it seemed important to get the full scope of insanity of the message across.

"I want you all to know that if the tone of this letter makes you angry, you're not alone. We've been trying to...reason with the school board--" which was one way to put 'threatening multiple forms of violence' "--so it's entirely possible that they won't come at all. But if they do, we wanted you all to be prepared for what tomorrow might be like. We just have to pretend for a day, and then things can go back to normal - the real normal that we have here."

Hopefully, the school would still be funded when that happened.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

It had been a while, but once again the Boards was gearing up for an opening night:

The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture!
Please no throwing rice on stage.
Well, okay, if you must.

Tickets were for sale at the door, along with audience participation kits. And yes, you better believe that the one selling the tickets was armed with a tube of lipstick so that he could mark Petey Sci-Fi virgins with a V on their foreheads if this was their first time seeing the show.

In the participation kits, one could expect to find flashlights, toilet paper, playing cards, toast, a newspaper, squirt guns... The usual fare, really. If people didn't know what to do with any of the above, there was even a handy audience participation guide included.

The cast was set. The crew was set. The costumes were scandalous and the music was loud.

The Lord said, let there be lips.

And there were. And they were good.

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

Cindy didn't have a Valentine's Day date. Normally, she didn't care about stuff like that; she felt that Valentine's Day was ridiculous, though she greatly appreciated the after day chocolate sales, though. This week, however, she was really feeling the lack of a date. Again, not because of Valentine's Day, but because of how...antsy she was.

But she was going to ignore that, and just tuck into a big plate of pasta and pretend like Nothing Was Bothering her. And then maybe she'd head to the gym and work all those calories off--and some of that excess energy, as well.

[Primarily for one, but open as a town thing is!]

furnaceface

"Okay, everyone," Troy said, as the cast gathered. If he looked a little flushed, well. Maybe it was the heat in the theatre? It was a little warmer than usual. "So we're just about finished working through act one. Today, we'll cover from right after Sword of Damocles through to Lad and Garnet being sent off to bed, and then sit down and cover any questions anyone has so far."

"Yes," Jono echoed, frowning maybe just a touch moodily. "Cover. Please, do stay covered today."

He was entitled to his snits, damn it. He'd spent yesterday looking through Dite's catalogues, and was now trying like hell to not picture anyone in their costume. He didn't want that trauma this week.

Which was why he had a spray bottle in one hand. It was either that, or the rolled-up newspaper. He'd settled on the spray bottle, and he was not afraid to use it.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD up!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

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

[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. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ complete! Epic thanks to

mouthy_merc and

also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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 Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post ~~will go up on Sunday.~~ is up!

I may pass out now.]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

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

Please take more.

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

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

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

Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.

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

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

furnaceface

When people arrived to the Boards for rehearsal today, they'd see that Jono had brought along... well, a measuring tape. You know. For reasons.

"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."

Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.

"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."

He was helpful like that.

"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."

He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.

[Open!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

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

AUDITIONS
Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture

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

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

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

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

Adults welcome!

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

throughaphase

The place was open tonight, and hopefully people had actually heard about or seen the signs for the Over 18 party. Otherwise... this was going to be lame, oops.

The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.

And there was a sign out.

PARTYGOERS GET THE FIRST ROUND FREE!
(Must be over 18)

Hello, incentive.

[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]

inaskinnyway.livejournal.com

Susan was late to work today, but somehow she doubted Eric would mind, thanks to the island not having been there not long ago. Besides, after helping to save the multiverse, most people would just take the day off. Susan only required time to change clothes.

There was even a special and everything.

DRINKS HALF OFF

See?

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com

This wasn't Wallace's evening to work but he was bored and with nothing good on TV tonight that meant he had no choice but to work some overtime. Overtime with booze. Tino was not pleased to be spending his one night off working but Wallace couldn't very well work the bar alone, now could he?

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, GOB made his way back toward the bar and started bossing Tino around, just like old times. "Okay, let's show everyone how a real pro tends bar. Tino! Get me another scotch!" Yep. A real pro made Tino do all the work. These were tricks you never forgot, even years after leaving the bar business.

[OOC: For your post-3MD conversations and/or hookups or whatever! Or for people who were just waiting until after the dates to get a damn beer!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hours ~~because GOB just posted bail in Lexington Park for solicitation last night~~ so it could better help sunlight-adverse residents of Fandom find true love as well. Anyone who came to the bar at the normal time were free to keep drinking to help them loosen up for the dates until just before 8:00...

The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."

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

[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. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done~~ UP! Have fun!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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 a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up on Saturday.]

doyoufondue.livejournal.com

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]]

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

The DJ was cranking the music tonight, but you could hear Jack's anguished cry even over that as he came in for another shift:

"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"

Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.

Current Mood: distraught!!!

badnewsandwit.livejournal.com

It hadn't been the taint Alistair had been picking up all this time, but it was certainly a taint. By now, his senses were screaming at him about it. And he'd seen the creatures, milling around in the shrubs, turning up in the streets and running amock.

He was a Grey Warden. This was what he was meant to do, wasn't it? In peace, vigilance, in war, victory-- that was his duty.

He was standing outside in the park now, shield in one hand and sword in the other. His armor hung comfortably heavy on his shoulders. He felt strong, ready, and maybe a little frightened...

Not that that mattered right now.

The creature in front of him screeched with inhuman hunger and barreled straight at him, presumably with designs on his innards. But that was only a guess.

( He was interrupted by a fireball... )

[ open to morrigan, open to all, open to... people who want to do other park-related things! come fight. minor ocd alert. ]

nookiepowered

Your bartender was very much herself today, thank you -- though somewhat confused by the fact that the door was unmanned, Tiny was nowhere to be seen, and there was a guy who looked like Russell Brand playing the ukelele in the DJ booth.

If only Bo had been on the island long enough to recognize One Of Those Nights before it was happening around her.

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

After waking up this morning with the sun and getting ready for the day with the help of her wild animal friends, Cinderella had begun doing what she always did in the morning: cook and clean and sing. But then a large man chased her out of the kitchen--and the whole giant chateau!--after her bird and mouse friends had followed her in to help make breakfast.

But it felt odd not doing anything, even though Cinderella hadn't seen hide or hair of her stepmother or stepsisters since waking up. She's been drawn to the smell of percolating coffee had since pushed all the tables and chairs out of the way to scrub down the floor while singing.

"Sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale..."

The barristas at the Perk had been fairly unfazed by those antics, even when the birds and mice that had entered in with her began to clean up, too. Fandom was Fandom, after all.

vanillajello

When she came into work today, Kate was still feeling a bit moody over Nathan's abrupt leaving, even though she kept telling herself she'd been expecting him to pull a stunt like that. He was, after all, an awful lot like she herself.

But it still sucked, and that may have contributed to how there wasn't much of a fight over the movie of the day. They were still in Iceland, still surrounded by Vikings, and a somewhat related blockbuster had just opened across the country they were usually part of.

NOW SHOWING
Thor

Yeah. It was an easy pick. MST3000 was open for business, Viking or otherwise.

icecoldfrost

The music tonight seemed to have a fake-Russian-lesbians theme, but Emma had on a bright smile as she unlocked the doors of Devil's Nest. Today had been lovely, especially in contrast to her weekend, and it was going to take more than best of Russian Pop to sour her mood.

Current Mood: chipper

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was just about time to depart for the annual Fandom High Spring Break trip. Portals had been called, arrangements had been made and now all the group had to do was wait for the scheduled portals to appear.

The causeway was a mess of students and adults, carrying bags and talking excitedly about whatever plans the might have for the upcoming week. It was chilly in Fandom but the group was about to head to the sunny shores of Hawaii. Hope you packed your sunscreen!

[This is the general HAI WE ARE GOING TO HAWAII POST YAY. Feel free to ping on in, talk to each other, be excited, etc. Up early for maaaaaaaaximum slowplay!]

Current Mood: excited

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

The inside of the Perk was warm and smelled like good coffee; both things Cindy could appreciate after the walk from the hotel in the evening cold. When Max had called her asking if they could talk--and after Cindy had verified that he legitimately meant 'talk'--she'd suggested the Perk so she could stock up on her personal supply of coffee and grab some for class tomorrow.

The mug she had in her hands right now? Pure indulgence.

Did she feel guilty? Not a chance.

[Cindy's there for one, but the Perk is open for all your Cindy or coffee needs!]

furious-maximus.livejournal.com

It was, in all honesty, a bit cold to be walking along the beach where the water could wash up over your feet. But there weren't really any better options for spending time with a water fury who needed as much water to manifest as Androcles did. Besides, while Max wasn't any sort of expert firecrafter, he could manage enough to keep himself warm.

So he was, in fact, walking along the beach and letting the water wash up over his feet. The day had been an easy one, so he'd headed out early for this little meeting. That gave him plenty of time to stretch out his muscles a bit before the fascinating woman he was waiting for arrived.

Which he was very much looking forward to.

[Expecting one, but open!]

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

Cindy had taken care to dress nicely for her office hours, since she had planned to head directly to the restaurant after she closed up her office. "Table for two," she told the hostess on duty. "I made a reservation for Perrault?"

Hardly necessary, to be sure, but after the last dinner debacle when she couldn't get food from a restaurant for love nor money, Cindy wasn't taking any chances. She was more than gracious when the hostess excused herself to make sure the table was ready. If it wasn't, Cindy didn't want to know.

Comparing this dinner to any of the meals shared with Crane was almost a reflex, but Cindy shoved those thoughts out of her head completely. The last thing she wanted was to ruin what was sure to be a lovely evening with thoughts of Paris.

A moment later, the hostess returned, all smiles, saying the table was ready. Fabulous!

[Cindy is here on her date, but the restaurant is public and open.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]

Current Mood: good

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It seemed appropriate that on today, of all days, there seemed to be flowers everywhere. Fraser had woken up to them in the coffee pot, in the dog food and growing out of the pockets in his serge. Now, as he prepared to break ground on the new community center, they were surrounding the work site, sticking out of the pockets of various townspeople and singing delightedly while they did. It was fitting.

The land around 27 Chimera had been cleared, giving it a flat, empty look. That would soon change. With one dig of his shovel and a few smiles, ground was broken on the brand new community center! It was one of the bigger undertakings the town had taken on recently and there was a lot of excitement about it. The NPC Construction Crew wasn't going to waste any time and immediately got started once people had dispersed a bit from the work site.

Construction had officially begun! In a few weeks, everyone on the island would be able to utilize a brand new facility for whatever they might like!

Current Mood: content

one-who-goes.livejournal.com

Henry had, as promised, brought an ostentatiously thick book to read while he waited for Cindy.

War & Peace really gained something the third time through, anyhow. He sat near a window, stealing sips of latter and glances out the window as he waited for his ... was this a date? It felt like one, anyhow.

He supposed that was a question for Cindy to answer.

[OOC: For She of the Shoe Collection, but it is an open Perk!]

furious-maximus.livejournal.com

Max had arrived (gasp!) early to make sure that everything was ready. Since he wasn't planning anything too strenuous for the first meeting, he didn't really have much to prepare for. Now he just had to hope that some people actually showed up. Because it'd be pretty dang embarrassing if they didn't.

As the first people trickled in ~~assuming they did~~ Max just let them mingle. Nothing too formal. He wanted everyone to be comfortable.

Once he felt enough people had arrived (and that there wouldn't be too many more coming), he figured it was time to get started.

"Hey. Glad all of you could make it. Most of us have been on the island long enough to know that things go bad every so often. Not everyone has the training to defend themselves if that happens, and even those that do can generally use some practice and a chance to improve. That's what we're here for."

"For those of you worried about my qualifications," aside from the fact that Max was huge, "back home I'm combat instructor with the military." No need to get into too many details there. "I'll try not to yell too much since you're all here on your own time, but if I slip, hopefully you'll forgive me."

"I know that some of you are new to this while some of you have a lot of experience fighting. Help each other out. You don't have to have me for every little thing."

"And with all that out of the way. Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Antillar Maximus. Max. I'm a combat veteran. Served in multiple campaigns with the legions. Most of my experience is with swords," and bar fights, "but I'm proficient with most hand-to-hand weapons." No guns though. He should remedy that at some point.

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

As people (hopefully) began to filter in, he stood on a chair to make his little announcement.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. This isn't going to be a long speech, don't worry. For those that don't know me, I'm Captain John Price. I guess I'm in charge of this little club. Now you'll notice that the staff here aren't charging for the lanes tonight. That's because I worked out a deal. This club will be visiting various establishments around town each week, and we'll basically... show up and have fun. That's about all it's about, folks. Making friends, having a laugh, the simple things. Now you do still have to rent your own shoes, but that's just pittance, ain't it? So feel free to order some refreshment, get bowling, or stop by the arcade. And if you've got suggestions or anything for future meetings, I'll be over there."

He pointed towards the 'Big Game Hunter 3000' arcade machine.

"And that's all the speech you'll be getting. Have some fun already."

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~ Open! I will be unavailable while at work, but please, come and play!]
[ETA: Yep, it still serves alcohol. My bad! Also, I am around now]

steel-not-glass.livejournal.com

The mission was a success. There was no room for failure, no room to contemplate failure. She would find John Connor, Kate Brewster, and the twenty other targets and dispatch them quickly and cleanly. This was the mission. It was successful, even if it hadn't happened yet.

She'd entered this time in a hotel room, which had afforded her the opportunity to grab clothing. She'd disdained the weapon caches scattered throughout the room in favor of her internal weapons system, categorizing them all as too old or unwieldy for her to bother with. She had a Plasma Canon, what good would a selection of throwing knives do her?

She'd spent the rest of the afternoon on the laptop she'd also found in the room, pulling up information about her intended targets: public school records, photos, addresses, anything that might be useful in her hunt. The laptop was hopelessly old and outdated, of course, but her Nanotechnological Transjectors had taken care of that problem easily. Now, she was on the prowl. Her mission was a success.

Come out, come out, wherever you are, John Connor.

[Open! Up early for massive SP, though.]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

Deadpool was pretty sure he was gonna need to be wasted by the end of the night, but for now he was having enough fun with the cheap and not too great tasting beer. Look, it was the first day of trying to start a bowling league. Of course he was gonna get hammered.

There were plenty of those disease filled rental shoes for people and even some fancy sparkly balls.

Heh. Balls.

Oh yeah, it was gonna be a interesting night no matter what.

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It had been several years since Henry had dinner alone with a woman who wasn't Clare or Alba, so just the fact he was meeting Cindy for sushi was new and a bit strange. He knew this wasn't a date -- more a collegial dinner with someone else still trying to understand the town -- but he'd still fallen into old habits getting ready for it.

Which meant Henry waited at the hostess stand a bit early. He wore a suit and polished shoes, carried a small bouquet of wildflowers in one hand ... and a sheaf of baby pictures tucked into an inner breast pocket.

It was possible old habits would never be exactly the same.

[OOC: For Ms. Perrault, but otherwise open for your sushi needs.]

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