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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...]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Mary never should have agreed to run a promotional deal with Portalocity. When they sent over their first list of reservations for the weekend, it was no big deal. When a second list arrived 20 minutes later with more reservations, Mary found more rooms, although it took a little bit of effort. When the third list of reservations arrived, Mary called over two of her maids to ask if there were any additional rooms available. Unfortunately, there weren't many, due to gremlin damage. When Portalocity faxed over a fourth list of additional reservations, Mary started frantically trying to call the Portalocity representatives to tell them that the hotel had no rooms left. But there was no answer, and then another fax arrived from the Portalocity offices with even more reservations.

Somehow, Mary managed to find beds for everyone, even if it meant a roll-away cot in a shared room. But she had a feeling it was going to be a rough weekend. "Free breakfast for everyone this weekend," she told Gunther. "Maybe we should throw in free lunch and dinner as well if they want it. We're going to have some unhappy guests complaining about the arrangements all weekend and we might as well give them something. Oh, and can you grab all the extra spoons you can find? Someone requested them."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pan-Roasted Swordfish Steaks with Mixed Peppercorn Butter
Lentil Salad with Tomato and Dill
Concord Grape Sorbet

No Vacancy

[Room Assignments are here. If you specified that a child or pet was staying in the room, that's fine even if they aren't listed on the spreadsheet.]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

After spending half the day trying to muddle through his online homework for French, Clark thought he deserved a nice break in the form of a soda and some zombie entertainment.

He had no idea Tino would be the entertaining part of his night. "No, I'm not paying to see that," Clark told the bartender for the third time, hoping it was the charm. "I don't actually want to know if it's possible."

Really, best not to ask when it came to Tino's tricks.

Caritas was open.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

There was nothing special happening at the bar tonight. Tino was acting...well Clark didn't know if it was normal, but it wasn't anything that made Tino particularly noticeable or annoying. He wasn't even glaring at Clark or refusing to stand near him behind the bar.

Clearly they were going to be besties by summer's end.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

It had been a long day of...really important stuff, whatever. And so Clark had come into work with the best intentions of being super awesome with Tino at his side.

But somehow Clark had fallen fast asleep on a trip to check the peanut supply in the back room, his head resting against the bar there. Blame the sports on TV. He certainly would if anyone caught him.

Caritas was open!

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

When Clark arrived and greeted his co-bartender, Tino sloshed a half full blended drink and declared his end of the bar a frosty drink zone. After some staring and a rejected offer to help Tino with the umbrella stuck in his hair, Clark gave up and moved down to man the other end.

So, one half of the bar had a clothed bartender who was willing to actually make drinks while the other half had a half-drunk, shirtless bartender who was balancing plastic knives on his upper lip.

Caritas was open.

wwiii

After a conversation with Kitty earlier in the week about summer and beaches and partying in general, she and Warren had both agreed that throwing one such party as soon as possible would be a great idea!

And, while Warren hadn't really done this 'beach party' thing many times in his life, he'd decided to default to the tried and true, 'if it looks beach-like, spend money on it' strategy, just to be certain that he didn't mess this up. There was a cooler with assorted soft drinks inside, a BBQ and a small stack of hot dogs and hamburgers, there were salads and there were chips and, heaven help him, he'd invested in a beach volleyball net. Because if there was one thing that television had taught him about these things, it was that an afternoon on the beach wasn't complete without a rousing game of beach volleyball while played to a rousing montage of 80's rock on that handy portable radio he'd bought.

Yep. Beach volleyball. Probably shirtless. Or at least in bikinis.

... Look, he was a teenage boy. He was allowed to have some wishful thinking at least sometimes, right?

[Open! Random beach party for the sake of partying on a beach, anyone?]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

When Clark arrived at Caritas, Tino was whining about his bar towel being full of dog fur.

When Clark suggested a fresh towel, Tino shot him a glare, threw his towel down, and moved to the other end of the bar.

"What did I say?"

Caritas was open.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark bounced into work, on time as always. And still Tino didn't seem impressed.

Sadness.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark had spent about two seconds of his day packing and unpacking his room. He thought maybe it was some kind of record and looked proud of himself as he settled behind the bar to dry off the glasses Tino had ditched there.

He didn't know if the new group of people meant a quiet night or a busy one, but either way, Clark figured someone this week would need a spotless glass.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Graduation was a fun time for everyone with all the guests, cake, and hugging happening around the island.

Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.

Sad.

But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark had juice and a straw and a box of animal crackers.

Tino had a big frown on his face.

Caritas was ready for business.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark never forgot about work ~~unlike his mun~~ and so he was back behind the bar, cleaning glasses when Tino arrived wearing a turtleneck.

"It's really not that cold out, you know," Clark said helpfully. Tino just shrugged. Clark knew there should be a story behind this, but talking to Tino was just a little too difficult. He shrugged and kept cleaning.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Introducing Tino to the ~~assbaby~~ kid was only the polite thing to do. Unfortunately for Clark, it bred problems beyond sanity. And drama. Tino thought it was all really awesome.

"But that's not my name!"

"I'm sorry kid, I just can't call you Picklesteak," Clark repeated for what felt like the billionth time. "Pickle is the best I can do."

"Don't you listen? Picklesteak Mambazo! Taking it apart like that ruins the ~*Art*~ of the whole naming concept!"

Clark let out a big sigh, really wishing this kid's mom was here to deal with what was starting to feel like a stint in the high school theater department. What did he expect from a kid birthed into a toilet?

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Those in need of a drink didn't have to look very far, but they would be looking to Tino to serve them as 'something had come up' and Clark was far too 'busy' to help a guy out.

Typical. Like he was some superhero or something.

Whatever.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

There was nothing like going to work and finding Tino...nope, Clark wasn't going to think about it.

He was just going to stand at his end of the bar and find some fresh rags to use to clean the bar while sending very judgmental looks in Tino's direction.

But there was no thinking about it. Nope.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark was back at the bar this weekend, trying to apologize to Tino for having more Important Things to do last weekend while flying around as some sort of crazy superhero stalker.

Tino just wanted to know how supportive the tights had been.

It was an awkward conversation.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Tino was again alone. While Clark had seen on his calendar that he was meant to open the bar tonight, Superman had other things to take care of.

Things like flying high into the atmosphere to float above the clouds and wish he couldn't hear every infinitesimal sound uttered by the people of this planet. His life was so much harder than yours, really. And later, after returning from that bare moment of quiet to save the day yet again, maybe he'd go stalk Lois.

Tino didn't care. He got a lot more action without help on these nights.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark...had forgotten about work this week.

Tino didn't much care, he was watching the Closing Ceremonies and wiping a tear from his face at the lame-ass Tide commercials they kept showing.

Call mom, kids. Call her.

[I am lame, you will mod Tino]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

It was Valentine's Day, but that didn't mean much to Clark other than how Tino had taken the night off for some big date. It was kind of cute considering how the guy never seemed to get out or talk to much of anyone.

So there was Clark, manning the bar and hoping no one would ask for anything too complicated to drink when suddenly Tino burst through the doorway.

"Hey, I thought you had a big date?" Smooth, Clark. Real thoughtful. Tino tossed a to-go box of Thai food on the bar and gestured that he'd be in the back, muttering something about Ralph and a floral cock-block.

"Uh, okay. I'll just be over here!" Clark called after him, poking into one of the containers and wondering if there was anything he should be saying to make Tino feel better about his date.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

It was often claimed that the Super Bowl was the biggest night of sports on television, and Clark would normally agree. Except tonight, Tino had the remote and they were watching the Puppy Bowl.

"Come on, Tino!" Clark complained. "It's bad enough I don't get to play sports but you could at least let me eat wings and watch on TV like a normal person!"

Tino responded by stealing one of Clark's wings. It was going to be a long night.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

When Clark arrived at Caritas not at all late, he noticed three things: The first thing he noticed was the strangely innocent look on Tino's face; the second thing was the huge bottles of chocolate syrup on the bar; and the third thing was the chocolate-coated zombies wrestling on stage.

"Ew, that's just gross," Clark said, disgusted at the sight.

It seemed Tino had brought some of the carnival to Caritas for the evening. Fudge wrestling would never be the same.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Tino was pointing to the lounge when Clark arrived at the bar to cover Jaina's shift. Not doing anything about the mess of chairs and tables out of order, or the zombies covered in gauze, just pointing.

What was this after battling green monsters all morning?

"So, you were waiting for me to come clean it up?" Clark shook his head at the other bartender's nodding smile, but got to work setting things right before the people in need of a drink showed.

[Open to all!]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark was far too chipper in the face of cold, snow, and Tino staring at the TV.

When Clark asked why the bar TV wasn't tuned to sports as usual, he was met with a shocked glare and the insistence that Ryan Seacrest working the red carpet was better than men in tight pants grunting as they fought over a ball.

Knowing when not to fight, Clark lifted his hands in surrender and moved to the other end of the bar to unpack a bag of cookies and to work on finding all the ingredients to make up a big batch of his mom's special recipe for cocoa.

1/2 OFF HOT DRINKS
(Free cookies with your cocoa!)

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Okay, so the problem with being Clark and working at the bar was that he never got drunk.

Tino and others ~~like the mun~~ so did not approve, especially after all the awesometastic voicemails from the previous day. People wanted Clark and his ass. He should be proud.

And drunk.

But alas, he was just working at the bar and smiling like a doof. Up until someone started talking about his ass, then the smile was gone.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Things between Tino and Clark were not the same after Clark had been informed Tino had lied and wasn't the actual owner of Caritas.

However, there had been a sale at Bath and Body Works and Tino came to work bearing free hand sanitizer. Maybe they could continue getting along after all.

Welcome to Caritas! Pull up a stool and sanitize with our White Tea and Ginger scented antibacterial gel!

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

How Clark had gotten talked into returning to the bar was not something he cared to think on for long. Let's go with Tino was pathetic and Clark could use the money.

Besides, Tino was being kind of weird and distracting with some neck pogo-stick contraption and claiming it was better than plastic surgery.

Clark wasn't asking.

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Getting dragged into a bar late in the evening on a Sunday was just plain weird. Okay, not Wall of Weird weird, but still not normal.

It seemed Caritas was out a bartender and Clark was the first person dumb enough to respond to Tino's plea for assistance. Poor Clark, he'd learn soon enough that Tino just didn't want to do the work.

Caritas was open!

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Since the last time Father Ned had been on this island, he'd traveled the world, tending to flocks far and wide. His work, the work of God, was never completed and Father Ned refused to let Him down. Despite the fact that he'd been to so many places and seen so many things, this island held a special place in his heart. It was riddled with comas, drugs, sex and other evil things but he found himself drawn here like a train car to a conveniently placed cliff.

Father Ned pulled out a chair and stood up on it, deciding here, where people would come and go, was as good a place as anywhere to begin his altruistic mission.

"Friends, listen to my words," he started, holding a hand in the air to quiet the masses (because masses always came to hear him speak). "I am here today to speak to you about the evils of...Christmas shopping. Why, you might be asking yourself, could something where you are giving be considered evil? Because, my sheep, when you are giving a gift, you are telling that other person that you want SEX."

Father Ned was a terrible priest who didn't see all sides of the argument. As evidenced by this sermon.

"When you go out and buy an expensive piece of jewelry, you are telling the receiver of that gift that you expect payment in the form of CARNAL RELATIONS later in the day. This, my friends, CANNOT BE. Christmas shopping is all about the pursuit of SEX! The more ornately wrapped your gift is, the more SEX you expect to get. Or, even worse, you except KINKY things to occur that would make God shudder. You are telling the receiver of your gift that you expect them to dress up in leather or you expect them to let them practice their knot tying with one of their favorite silk ties. My friends, I leave you with this. When someone gives you a Christmas gift, GIVE IT BACK! Making the giver return that gift is telling everyone around them that you REJECTED THEIR ADVANCES. There is no need for Christmas shopping. NO NEED. Don't go Christmas shopping and you will remain FOREVER CLEAN."

With that, Father Ned gave the masses (there were masses, of course) a serene smile and stepped off his chair to take his seat.

[lololol IDEK. anyway, yes, Ned is Father Ned, out to give horrible sermons all over the place. open place in town so open!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

blondecanary.livejournal.com

"We never did get to do this while we were at the resort," Dinah said, holding the door open for Clark, "But I still owe you some ice cream. What's your poison?"

[for a

redandblueblur, but open, as ice cream places are]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk

iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD ~~coming~~ up!)

Current Mood: chipper

mildly-super.livejournal.com

Clark hadn't been able to sleep much past nine am, ever. Hey when you grow up on a farm you get used to being an early riser. Sometimes he was a slow starter however, and caffeine usually helped with that.

So it was that he settled down at a table at the Perk. It wasn't the Talon, but it would do in a pinch.

[clark's available for interaction and wtfness, or the perk itself is of course, open.]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

After sleeping all day, Chad thought maybe he should do something today. To keep things...balanced, or something like that. And taking a walk around town was definately something, if not much. But something was all he needed. Walking helped with the thinking thing, and he was feeling strangely introspective today.

He paused for a bit, lowering himself carefully onto a park bench. He leaned forward, back arching, looking out over the area, elbows on his knees. Classes starting tomorrow; a full semester somewhere completed without having to move again. It looked like he might actually stay here; but then again, he thought the same things about Karakura...

[[ oh, yeah. open. for park use, interaction, ritual sacrifice, whatev. ]]

can_be_more

Aeryn still isn't sure about this picnic idea, but John talked her into it and the weather is being psychotically nice, so she'll give it a try. Besides, she's never been on one before.

When they get to the park, she asks, "Are we looking for any particular place?"

[For John, but the park is open for all your parkly needs.]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

It was Friday night, and that meant half-priced drinks for teachers at the Devil's Nest. The trolls out front held a sign welcoming all the new teachers with cheap alcohol.

Because you had to have something to get through teaching at Fandom High.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod whistled as he opened the bar, to the point where the zombies were elbowing each other in a knowing fashion and Tino kept hoping for some good gossip, which he wouldn't get. When it was quiet, Jarod once again worked on his laptop, closing it when he sensed anyone coming close enough to read the screen.

A sign was posted on the door:

WELCOME TO FANDOM, NEW STUDENTS AND TEACHERS!

fh_extras

Contrary to any weather patterns on the island or the mainland, the causeway was shrouded in a thick fog. Its tendrils were slowly spreading out through the streets of Fandom; if it continued at the same rate the entire town would be fog bound in a few hours. It was cold and damp and dismal, the perfect weather for a viking raid.

( Or in this case... )

[OOC: this is the post with the rampaging trolls. There will be threads for each location as the trolls get to them.

Locations contained herein:
J,GOB
Empire Records
ABIS
The Park
The Beach

Other locations where trolls can be found:
All and Sundries
The Arms Hotel
Efferton Manor
Our Lady of Fandom Church
The School]

mildly-super.livejournal.com

Clark lounged with the Daily Planet and a mug of hot chocolate in the lobby of the hotel. It had been a very strange weekend.

[ooc: open for any, specially guardianlex]

narglette.livejournal.com

Wonka's was decorated with garlands of autumn leaves and other seasonal bits all around, making for a rather cheery environment.

The usual set up the store had been swapped out for plenty of tables and chairs, and room to mingle. There were a few tables set up just outside the shop as well.

Luna waved to some regulars as she tied on an apron over her robes and opened the shop. If the shop seemed roomier inside, well, perhaps maybe it was (but she wasn't saying anything).

Through the open doors wafted the glorious smells of a tempting brunch for all.

[ooc: Open! ETA: I'm going AFK for a bit, will pick up ping when I return!]

Current Mood: hungry

mildly-super.livejournal.com

Clark came out of his office to cover the counter while Bunny ran off to powder her nose. He was rather engrossed in Bad Twin, and there for didn't quite catch, except out of the corner of his eye, Ernest, squashed like a cartoon charector, waddling across the lobby to the elevator.

He glanced up, just to make sure he'd actually seen it, but the doors were already closing.

His staff was weird.

Open for all your hotelly needs

Current Mood: confused

dontcallmeeli.livejournal.com

Weevil arrives and immediately checks on the band. He's grateful they're all intact today. After making sure the bar is stocked, he opens the doors.

marsheadtilt.livejournal.com

Veronica was still running on nerves and caffeine when she got to work. She was grateful to see Tino was back from wherever he'd been, though he snorted at her when she asked if he'd had a nice vacation.

Aaron hadn't appeared to her again since Anakin chased him off. She was hoping that was a good sign, even though Piper hadn't been able to help her.

[ETA: Since I've heard that a number of people are showing up tonight, I'm turning off notifications. If I miss a ping where you need me, let me know on AIM (veronicamarsFH) or in the OOC thread.]

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