fandomtownies | Entries tagged with daisy day

gunandcoffee.livejournal.com

Reese was in a good mood. A very good mood, there might even be unconscious humming under her breath. She was female again. Nothing like being in the right gender to put a person in a good mood.

Current Mood: happy

justice-beat.livejournal.com

It was definitely a computer day at the station for Daisy, which meant a lot of coffee, and it might have meant no time to hide the donuts again, replacing them with fruits and veggies, but, well, some things were just very important, including the health of her coworkers. If anything, she could always claim she was just keeping their astute detective skills honed by making them have to seek them out.

She had radio transcripts to type up, and she also wanted to compile a report on the little blue men of last week, which caused her to at least pause once or twice with a frown, realizing that she was writing reports about investigating little blue men, and she'd been doing things ridiculously similar for practically a year now.

She wasn't exactly sure this is what she'd wanted out of her career.

But, then again, she was thinking basically the same thing back in London without the little blue men, too.

[[ open station is open and with the standard boo Monday SP warning ]]

tyler_gone

"People," Tyler said, looking around the gym. A slight sniffle roughened his voice. "Lots of people. You all came back."

"Which is good, since if they didn't come back, we wouldn't have anyone to boss around," Ghanima pointed out. "Or hit."

"You guys can hit," Tyler said wistfully. "I'm pretty sure I'd give my cold to anybody if I did. I'm just observing today, since apparently I'm the kind of" -- holy word you don't want to use in front of students there, Tyler! -- "person who worries about germs now."

"Next thing we know, you'll be telling people to get off your lawn and futzing about the 'good old days,'" Ghani replied dryly. "Okay. You and you. You. With her. Smile, you with the tiger, you're fighting him."

"Tyler?"

"I am not old," he said sulkily, and folded his arms to survey the crowd. "Oh, him and her, her and him, him and him."

"Go to it."

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

When Ben and Daisy got to the theater, Ben realized that he probably should have checked what was playing before they came down.

Now Showing:
SCHEME 8 FROM THE COSMOS

"Well, it's not really a good date movie. Or a good movie. And, actually, it barely even counts as a movie. But it's playing, and that's the important thing," Ben mused.

[OOC: Ben's here for the person who foolishly let me choose the movie. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Theater is open for everyone else who might want to see one of the worst movies ever made, though!]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Another Monday morning, and Daisy came in early to take care of a few things, as well as settle everything to make sure there were the two different pots of coffee running and stealthily putting the donuts Ralph had brought in into a cupboard somewhere so that they were still technically there if anyone wanted some, they just weren't out in the open. And replaced with a nice bowl of fruits.

After all, providing coffee for cops was a great service to justice for all of mankind, and it was a great service to justice to keep her coworkers from the temptation of too many sweets.

No, coffee that could potentially burn a hole in cement was not antithetical to her healthy eating theory. Coffee that could potentially burn a hole in cement was a necessity.

With that (and an apple to counteract the coffee), she settled at her desk to attend to her paperwork and transcribe the weekend radios.

[[ open station is open! ]]

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

fabulous-secret.livejournal.com

She-Ra was a woman on a mission!

Tino had told her of the evil E Coli and how it lived to spread disease and pain to all those around it. Naturally She-Ra had insisted he don a mask and gloves and help decontaminate the zombies.

She-Ra gazed at the bar, latex-covered hands on her hips. "My microscopic foe, you have met your match! I have spray cleanser and I now know just how to use it!" She picked up the unmarked plastic spray bottle Tino had loaded with soapy water and set to work on the counter.

Current Mood: giggleberry juiced up!

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Daisy rather liked the period of time when they did auditions for the radio. It gave her a nice change of pace and voice for when she had to do the transcripts for the records. That wasn't to say, of course, that she minded the usuals, but the auditions over the weekend were exceptionally amusing and made for a nice way to spend a slow Monday morning at the station.

Of course, there was an often encountered problem of trying not to just laugh out loud at some of the comments, an urge that Daisy was doing fairly well at curbing, although the occasional snorts and the held back giggles were earning her a few looks from Ralph.

Or at least she assumed they were looks. Hard to tell with those helmets.

[[ open station is open and rocking the SP ]]

tyler_gone

"Ladies! Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Other sentient life forms." Someone had given Tyler sugar. "Welcome to Fight Club. I'm Tyler Durden, this is Ghanima Atreides. We're in charge."

"Which is the nice way of saying 'welcome to Fandom,'" Ghanima injected dryly. "You're here because you saw a poster, or heard through a friend, and you want to hit things. We support violence therapy."

"Most weeks," Tyler said, "we do assigned matches. This week is different. This week is introductions -- because you haven't said your names enough yet this week -- and some level testing. Introductions don't have to be fancy. Fight Club is not about your life story. Tell us what you like to be called and how long you've been at this and we'll call it good."

"After which, those of you that are new or trying to move from beginner to advanced can show us your moves, while the rest of you grab a friend to beat up," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Once we've seen you in action, then our new friends can also hit the mats, and proceed to learn how we make friends and influence people here at Fight Club. I'll give you a hint; it usually involves bruises."

"But first, you all have to listen to the rules."

Tyler pulled out a sheet of paper and read them off. "Hopefully those are all clear, if you do not understand ask somebody. If you still do not understand, consider the possible tragedy of head damage and don't fight."

He glanced to Ghanima. "Anything else?"

"These rules are posted on the door for every Fight Club meeting," she said pleasantly. "Anyone who willfully ignores these rules gets bounced out that door. We are here to fight, not babysit you."

"Now, smile, and introduce yourselves, and let's see what you can do."

[OOC: Introductions are for everyone, please. Current classifications are here.]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

It would be rather interesting, really, to see what sort of questions Dinah had come up with to ask Daisy about law enforcement and the like, and she was actually feeling pretty excited to be able to try to answer them for the girl. It made Daisy feel somewhat less of a complete and total nerd to see shades of her own younger, justice-driven self in the bouncy blonde, and proud to take on a sort of mentor role towards her.

Even if it was probably just going to devolve into the two of them doing something that might easily be classified as 'fangirling for justice.'

Either way, Daisy hung back a little when she got there to wait for Dinah before getting her coffee. Might as well start off straight away by teaching the girl important lessons about coffee before they began. Coffee was very serious business.

[[ obviously, Daisy's meeting with Dinah in a thread, but post is open for all your coffee needs! ]]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Not only was Daisy back to full time at the station, which was just such a relief, but she had an awful lot of nice things from yesterday fueling her, as well as plenty of actual substantial work to do. There was a pretty heavy radio load to transcribe, and a good handful of new citizens on the island with the new semester to be entered into the computer.

And, of course, Daisy could have entered them all in manually, but what was the fun in that? She was happily trying to set up a few macros that would not only make the task incredibly fun and easy, but probably confuse just about everyone else she worked with.

Except maybe Ralph. He was a quick one.

[[ Um, so my playlist started playing Back in the Saddle when I started this post. This is awesome, y/y? Open station is open, but the Brit will be sloooooooow due to a case of RL; however, SP will be cherished greatly ]]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

It was a nice thing, really, to come in on a Monday and find that the radios needing to be transcribed for the records were shorts and sweet, though Daisy did rather miss Deadpool's usual and, now that she was blessedly back to full time, she had no idea what was actually going to be done with the rest of her shift.

Lots and lots of paperwork, probably, although, Kowalski did say something about patrols. If she got too sick of it, she might just cling to that.

And the radios were fairly direct and simple, too, though one moment in yesterday's did cause her a moment's pause.

"I am not ea--"

Ah, but, as a beacon of justice and truth, not even Daisy could fully say a complaint that untruthful.

[[ open station is open! ]]

atreideslioness

Tyler barely glanced at Ghanima before he went toward the combatants this week.

"I think half the town's out of town," he said. "Me and him. You two. You and you, you and you. And this is Fred Dukes. He has something to say before we start. Fred?"

Fred wiped the back of his mouth with his ham of a hand. "I'm Fred Dukes, and I'm here to provide a damn public service. You think hitting a bag is fine and good, but it ain't anything like hittin' a person. That's where I come in. You need experience hitting a person, but ain't ready or wanting them to hit back? That's what I'm for. Though you make any disrespectful jokes, I get to punch you one right in the kisser." He looked over at Tyler. "That good enough for ya?"

"Perfect," Tyler smirked, and started pointing around the gym. "Matches there, practice there, Fred here. No makeup this week. Let's go."

Ghanima just rolled her eyes and went over to work with her trainees. Boys. So violent.

[OCD up, have at it.]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

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

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Although talking with Mina was usually nice, the topic of their conversation last night hardly was, especially piggy-backed on the fact that she'd spent an entire week investigating a ball of twine, and actually felt good about it because it really was doing a small piece, even if it was microscopic. She wanted to say that it was nice to be back in the station again, but, as she settled in to make the most out of her morning and catch up on what she could before she needed to head to the school for her class, she knew she'd much rather be trying to do something, even if it was ridiculous, than just sitting behind a desk with all this paperwork.

So there was a lot of coffee and a full-speed ahead attitude toward getting the radios transcribed for the records, and a great deal of relief that she'd decided to switch her classes around and hit up meditation today.

[[ open station is open! ]]

onyoursixboss.livejournal.com

Really, Tony should be taking care of some of the paper work from The Day People Sang And We Don't Talk About It, but he was procrastinating that for as long as possible. Okay, so he already had it done, he was just waiting for Agent Cooper to ask for the information like Gibbs did.

...which wasn't the most normal of approaches, but he was bored, damn it.

Crumpled up paper basketball was ranking high on the list of things to do today.

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Daisy's mood was much more somber than it usually was when she came into the station to get the most out of her morning hours. The injury to her leg had made it a bit too painful to skate into work today, so there was that, but mostly she was just worried about poor Dinah. Of course Daisy understood that what had happened was entirely the girl's own powers, but that didn't stop her from just feeling wretched about the whole thing. She hoped her hand was okay, or that Ronan could do something to help it.

At least there were radio transcripts to transcribe this morning, and, really, considering who did radios on weekend, those were doing plenty to help alleviate some of her concern.

[[ open station is open! ]]

tyler_gone

As people arrived today, they might notice that the rules were displayed a bit more prominently than usual. The previous slap-dash handwritten sign had been replaced with something a bit more official looking, and with much larger font.

Ghanima wasn't letting anyone else get away with ignoring them, no, which was probably evident from the annoyed expression on her face as she surveyed the room

"Welcome back," Tyler supplied. He looked equally annoyed. "If any of you have recently suffered life-threatening injuries -- and don't get cute about parsing that -- sit down. Drink a soda. Don't fight. And I am disgusted that I even have to say that, but, after last week, I'm not taking chances."

"It doesn't even have to be life threatening," Ghanima injected smoothly. Ever the diplomat, even when it was at the point of her knife. Verbal or otherwise. "Even a sprained ankle is plenty of reason to sit it out today, or just join those of us in the learner's area. There is no shame in respecting your body and not risking permanent handicap."

"Now, you and you. You two. Tyler?"

He cast a gimlet eye over the group. "Her, him, and ... oh. Those two. I never call them."

Clapping his hands once, he added, "Let's go."

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Really, the morning had started out very typical for Daisy, waking up, having a nice, healthy breakfast, and then getting dressed for work. She then laced up her roller skates to literally roll into the station as she had practically every morning since she got them.

But then she started out on her way and started to sing.

( She's got a brand new pair of roller skates... )

...Actually, Daisy breaking out into random, poorly but emphatically and enthusiastically sung song while doing something like this was pretty normal, too, so never mind. The day was still turning out pretty normal.

[[ and, naturally, open. I'm taking it as a sign that the fact that I don't have to work on evil Thursday is a sign to post as much shit as possible before I have to go AFK in the evening. I love this day. ]]

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Behind the bar, Penelope watched the band while Tino busied himself with stocking umbrellas. It was a job and somebody had to do it.

People, Caritas is open.

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki woke up in a productive mood this morning. Or maybe Loki still had the fear of the plant and wanted to both do something that could be considered exercise and would be helpful to the environment of the building.

So, he was outside, shirt off and baseball cap keeping his hair off his forehead while he did some random landscaping work. He was going to leave the fucking mowing to NPC Landscaping but he could do things like mulching, watering, and digging. It was both productive and helpful to a body that didn't fucking need exercise.

Still, he feared that damn plant. And if he worked for a few hours, he figured he could knock off early and hit the pool. It didn't seem like too bad a plan.

[mha is open!]

Current Mood: busy

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Daisy was having some mixed feelings about the fact that her badge was back to being just a badge. It made a lot more sense this way, having it on her again in its rightful place (technically she supposed she could have had it attached to her in its other form, too, but that was insinuating dirty things about justice, and Daisy wasn't exactly cool with that), but she did rather like having her badge around to talk to and almost make her feel jaded with some of the right and upstanding things she had to say.

That, and if the badge was still a person, she could help Daisy with all these weekend reports that had stacked up over the weekend regarding ~~NPC~~ citizens getting all in a knot over things randomly missing at the same time strange people randomly showed up in their houses.

"You'd think," she said to her badge, because apparently a weekend was all she needed to get into the habit of just chatting with her like an old friend, "they'd be a little less susceptible to worrying about these things if they live here, but no..."

[[ open station is open! ]]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben was so glad that he wasn't particularly attached to anything in his story. It made today so much easier. He only had to deal with the lingering effects of a headache (and a good night's sleep had helped with that) and his mask that had been turned into a human who was just trying to help.

"I can rearrange things a bit!" the mask offered. "What do you think would help with customer flow?"

"I think it's good as is," Ben said. "And I wouldn't want to mess with Layla's filing system."

"Okay. Want some coffee? I can make that," the mask said.

Ben wasn't sure this was true, but it was just coffee. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks a lot."

"You're welcome!" the mask said. "Where's the coffee maker?"

marsheadtilt.livejournal.com

Unable to come up with a good revenge scheme thus far, Veronica decided to spend the evening at Caritas, having a few drinks and relaxing.

When she arrived, the door was unlocked, but the only person behind the bar was Tino. After some pleading looks, she figured what the hell and joined him behind the bar. It had been a while, but she still remembered where everything was.

headkickpoet.livejournal.com

Ray wasn't sleeping. Really.

He was just, uh, closing his eyes from time to time.

For protracted amounts of time.

It was totally working. Totally. "Turtles," he mumbled, curling into his chair. "Don't abuse the turtles, Fraser."

[[ open! ]]

i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com

With a large cup of coffee, a bottle of water, two toasted cinnamon raisin bagels with cream cheese, a big bag of pita chips, a bar of peanut brittle, and gummy worms to eat, Haley was just rocking out to the Doobie Brothers and chowing down as she sat at the counter. It wasn't often that the girl had much of a breakfast appetite, but when she did, she had a big one.

That said, she was also aware that the island had just shipped in a bunch of new people, so she had made up two signs and put 'em in the window.

Help Wanted!
No previous experience required.
Flexible hours, decent pay, and the gift of rock n' roll over the store speakers.
and
Summer Sale!
40% off older inventory
20% off new arrivals
Wheels, chains, and other general parts are buy one, get one free.

(OCDless for the first time. You should try everything at least once, right?)

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had two fucking offices. It wasn't a new fact, it was just one he liked to revel in sometimes. The one in the building was a lot bigger than the one he had at the school and it was his so he finally got around to decorating it. The desk was tucked into a corner, looking fucking professional as hell. He'd made a good damn choice. Loki was lounging in a matching chair, feet up on the desk. A lounger was at the other end of the office and was only there because Loki had always fucking wanted one. There was a laptop on the desk though it was closed because fuck if Loki was going to do work when he'd installed a television (on top of one of the file cabinets) and one of his many video game systems.

He was on a fucking break, okay.

To keep up the tone of the professional environment, several posters decorating the walls. He was such a fucking good landlord.

He was working fucking hard.

[mha is open and can you tell i was avoiding work? oh well.]

Current Mood: content

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Even without the help of a Sherpa, all the baking and preparing for class later today had gone fairly well, but that didn't necessarily mean it had been an earlier night thanks to Ben's assistance. Quite the other way around, actually, so Daisy was very grateful for a lot of coffee this morning. She only had the morning to get all the work she usually fit into a day, so she wasn't going to let any lack of a proper stretch of sleep slow her down, either. A tall order, considering the size of some of the weekend broadcasts, but maybe she'd pop in again later to wrap things up, or maybe come in early tomorrow.

Or maybe she really did work just way too hard.

Either way, though, at least there were muffins!

[[ open station is open! ]]

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Taking advantage of the newbie rush, Ben put a sign in the window.

Old things for new people!
25% off everything for newbies

He liked keeping it simple sometimes.

atreideslioness

It was the start of another semester, which meant the rules were once again displayed prominantly on the doors to the gym.

Rules of Fandom Fight Club
1. What happens here, stays here. We can't keep the squirrels out, but if somebody tells you something on the mat, you don't repeat it off the mat.
2. No weapons or powers unless everyone knows in advance and is fighting within their grouping.
3. No shoes.
4. If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
5. Two people to a fight.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to.
7. No tourists. If you need to take a week to see what this is like, cool, but no coming back just to watch. You wanna watch, get a TV; here, everybody fights.
8. No fighting if you're sick or injured. You wanna screw up your body, you do it on your own time.
9. The organizers reserve the right to remove you from the club at any time for violation of these rules.

"Good evening," Ghanima said cheerfully as people arrived, Tyler standing beside her. "For anyone lurking in the back that is new, welcome to Fandom Fight Club. The purpose of this group is catharsis and self-improvement through unarmed combat. There is absolutely nothing wrong with therapeutic violence - no matter what the armchair shrink of the week says - and this place is here to provide you with that option."

"Since yesterday was a holiday and today all the students are moving to the cabins, we're skipping the randomly assigned fights. We don't want to put anyone on the floor who is not capable of performing at their best."

"So find a new friend, and hit them. Those of you who want to work on your skills, you know where to find me. Now shoo."

[

tyler_back modded with loving permissions. OCD up, go forth!]

Current Mood: amused

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Daisy had been craving dim sum an awful lot lately, which she was going to chalk up to a vague and subconscious homesickness and not even consider other possibilities, thank you. The craving did make it easy to decide where she and DiNozzo would meet for their First-Wednesday-of-the-Month lunch. Without her class, she spent the morning with Ralph working on shooting and then a bit of a patrol, although the town was pretty quiet with that field trip.

She got to the Chinese place a little early, grabbing them a booth and sipping on some tea before her colleague and the rest of it came along later.

[[ Daisy here for the partner in crime fighting, but open restaurant is open for all your Chinese needs ]]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had woken up with the aim of getting things done today. He had plans to clean, do some minor fucking maintenance and install a few new features for the building. Of course, the day just proved too fucking nice to be doing anything like that so Loki put it off and dragged himself out to the pool.

He did, mind you, actually clean the pool, though. Once that was done, he took advantage of the fact that he was a big giant child sometimes and did a cannon ball into the pool, producing a huge splash and a laugh from him.

Currently, he was swimming lazily back and forth, getting his exercise. See, he did exercise so eating unhealthy foods was just fucking fine. Or something.

[MHA is open!]

Current Mood: mellow

justice-beat.livejournal.com

A little bit of holding off the work week last night had allowed Daisy to at least improve her mood and shake off some of the dread of coming into the station today. It was impossible to send in her report about the squirrels' first warning on a false emergency without knowing it would probably come back around and take a nice spot with horsie thing. And there was the whole thing with having to relive the broadcast in typing it up for the transcripts, making her almost wish she wasn't so bloody dedicated to being true to what was said no matter what. And she had to talk with Coop about needing Monday afternoons off for her workshop coming up here...

Despite all that, her mood was a fairly pleasant one, just occasionally interrupted with the slight little look at the work she was doing on her computer.

[[ open station is open! ]]

nojesusfreak.livejournal.com

Biff was only a little hungover from last night, but he was taking the excuse to sit behind the desk, flip through a magazine and space out.

What a conscientious employee he was!

Current Mood: amused

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben opened the store today despite being tired and kind of annoyed. He thought he had bonded with the squirrels those times he did radio. But last night they betrayed him.

And thus there were no specials in the store today. Just a shopkeeper drinking coffee.

tyler_gone

"I'm seeing some familiar faces here from last night," Ghanima said as people filed in. "Hopefully you weren't all up too late."

"If you were, shake it off or get out. Half-hearted attempts because you're too sleep-deprived to pay attention are insulting and a recipe for injury."

"If you get out there and screw around," Tyler added, "we'll just send you home anyhow. Don't embarrass yourselves."

"Now comes the fun. For us, at least," Ghanima said. "You. You. You two. Tyler?"

"Them," Tyler said, gesturing to two people at opposite edges of the crowd, "Her and him. Go."

[~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~PLEASE~~ is up now YAY. Cowritten with

atreideslioness]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

Have fun!

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

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

Current Mood: amused

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

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

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

It was time for the summer dance.

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

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

Current Mood: accomplished

headkickpoet.livejournal.com

Ray was workin' on a new paperwork-sorting system. Yeah, he was that bored. Had stuff tacked up to the walls and everything.

'Course, anyone else would've made the rookie mistake of setting up a system that improved, uh, writing on paperwork. That was not efficiency. Efficiency was something grander, bigger, and outta sight where you didn't have to think about it.

By the afternoon, Ray felt pretty damn pleased with himself.

What? It wasn't like anything ever happened or something.

[[ open! ]]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki was having an easy day today. He wasn't by the pool or behind his desk. He was, instead, in the comfy lobby seats, occasionally marking some things on the sheets of paper in his lap and listening to music on the uncomfortable (he so preferred headphones) iPod while he did it.

Sure, there were things that needed to be done around the apartment and he could have always gone to the mainland and tried to see Metatron but what fun was that when he could be lazy and make lesson plans?

Oh, fucking fuck, he was old.

[open, yes yes]

Current Mood: indifferent

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Detective Constable Daisy Day was having a day, the sort of day where a lot of time was spent with drooping shoulders and staring ruefully into space, the sort of day where she kept taking nips of coffee from Coop's pot instead of hers not because she needed the better coffee but because she actually couldn't taste much of a difference in it. It hadn't been a bad weekend at all; in fact, it had been just the opposite of bad, except for just one little kink in the chain, and that kink made everything jostle unpleasantly when it got around to it. She couldn't very much help it; conversations bringing light to the fact that law and justice didn't always march to the same beat, much less the same song, always brought her down; the fact that the conversation had been with Ben only made it worse.

Maybe DiNozzo'd come up with something worth reopening that case for; that might put her on the right track. Because Lord only knew nothing else was going to happen around here.

[[ open station is open! ]]

atreideslioness

"Welcome back to Fight Club," Tyler began. "You've been put through drills, labeled, and classified in neat little boxes for us to play with. If that pisses you off ... it should. But it's how this works."

"If you don't like it, you can challenge our decision at any time," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Of course, that means we get to throw you around the gym, so please, feel free to do so."

"Today, however, we'd prefer that you beat on each other first."

"Starting with you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two." Tyler paced a few steps as he spoke.

"You, and you over there. And Max?" Ghanima grinned and crooked her finger at the large man. "I'd like to see you on the mat, please."

Who said she couldn't use Fight Club to make her own fun?

Mingle / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / Beginner Mats / OOC

[~~Wait for~~ The OCD awaits, oh ye of ~~little~~ violent faith]

Current Mood: chipper

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[~~hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense.~~ OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]

Current Mood: headachey

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee didn't know who Bruce Springsteen was, but if he had, it still would have been creepy to him that the zombie guitarist was attempting to slide across the stage crotch first. It would seem that no matter how many Springsteen songs the zombies played tonight, Jolee was in no danger of being displaced as the boss.

[OOC: I'm around!]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Even with a few thing to do in her office at the school and a swing around back to the apartment to throw on her uniform and feed the new tree in her living room (the magnolias really set off the white furniture nicely), Daisy managed to get to the restaurant for her lunch with DiNozzo early. So she got a table for them, got herself some more coffee, and contemplated just how annoying it might be if she started to pester the server about things like whole wheat pasta and organic sauces.

Maybe if she just got a salad...

[[ Daisy's obviously meeting up with the newest partner-in-crimefighting, but open for all your Italian restaurant luncheon needs! ]]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

While the pool seemed like the logical way to spend the day, Loki decided to stick to the lobby today. There was air conditioning and comfortable chairs and the ability to pull out his video game system and television and play right there while he pretended to work.

Of course, video games meant that Loki was swearing at the television screen and nearly throwing his controllers across the lobby when he got his ass blown up by the computer. He was a fucking goddamn angel, he should have been able to outsmart some goddamn computer AI. The computer AI begged to differ and maybe Loki shouldn't have decided to play video games today. It was pissing him the hell off.

[mha is open!]

Current Mood: irritated

justice-beat.livejournal.com

At her desk, Daisy stretched a little and stifled a yawn, shaking her head at her computer screen. It was almost eerie to think that she had already finished the transcripts for the weekend's radios; they just seemed to short and sweet this weekend. Must have been a slow one. But, considering the sorts of things that usually stuffed the broadcasts up a bit, weird occurances, random monsters, etc, etc, she was thinking it was rather nice to have some brief ones every once in a while.

Even if this did mean she had to get started on that paperwork Ralph had brought over. "Ralph, how is there more paperwork now when nothing's happened than there is when things do happen?"

Ralph just shrugged. How was he supposed to know? He just worked here.

[[ open station is oooppppeeeeen! ]]

atreideslioness

"We've been doing this a couple months now," Tyler said abruptly once the group was gathered. Ghani stood at his side, laughing at some private joke. "It's evaluations day so we can see who's moved up a level, who's stagnant, and who's getting worse."

He gestured to the mats. "Beginners there, intermediates there, advanced there. We're going to lead you in some ~~totally handwavy~~ exercises. Try to follow along. Next week we'll have new rankings."

"While your group isn't sparring, you're free to finds your own matches. Now, beginners? Let's get to it."

[OCD up, see OOC note!]

Current Mood: bouncy

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Tino was just bugging Jolee tonight. No special reason for it or anything. All Tino was doing was being young, and Jolee was irritated by that. So he was in the lounge with a glass of water while Tino manned the bar.

[OOC: I just got home from a long day of work. I have little inspiration. Ping Jolee in the lounge if you want to chat, otherwise mod Tino.]

bigdamnprincipal

Even after all her time in Fandom, Zoe still didn't consider herself to be very girly, but that didn't change how she felt about having the staff meeting at the spa. If nothing else, she was hoping that the calming setting would keep those who liked to argue with each other from fighting for one blessed afternoon. Getting to see what the men picked to do with their time had the potential to be entertaining as well, but she wasn't going to admit that.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

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