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tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke Skywalker, newest elected Congressman to the House of Representatives (and you could tell because of the giant flag pin on his suit), breezed into the Perk and shook hands with everyone inside the shop, smiling and kissing babies before asking for the most American cup of coffee on the menu.

Which was when he learned that most coffee didn't come from America.

He sat down with a cup of Colombian coffee, which he was liberally doctoring with milk that the barista assured him was from "Wisconsin or something. I don't do inventory" and looked eager to chat with any constituents who had problems they thought Congressman Skywalker could help them with.

Well, assuming it didn't have to do with being blackmailed by Luke's father....

yakkoyaks.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES
with your host Yakko Warner

With a blare of trumpets signalling 8:00 PM, Yakko strode out onto the stage. "Welcome one, welcome all, to 3 Minute Dates here at Caritas. The normal guy couldn't be here tonight because who cares, so you're stuck with me. I know what you're thinking. 'Who signed me up for this anyway?' I was wondering the same thing myself, but I've learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Isn't that right, Stanley?" A horse wearing braces on his teeth and a present bow on his saddle came out onto the stage. Yakko held a hand up to stage whisper, "He's self-conscious about it."

"Anyway, without further ado," Yakko started.

"Bless you," Stanley said.

"Thank you, Stanley, let's get this started! When I honk this horn," Yakko said, honking a very comedic sounding horn, "We'll get started with the first round. Every time I honk it after that," Yakko said, squeezing the horn and having the 'crash and burn' noise come out of the horn, "your three minutes are up and it'll be time to move on. And just to make sure you're really on your toes with this timing thing...."

Yakko pulled the stage's curtain aside to show a big white disc standing up. Yakko jumped onto the disc and started using his hands as a minute and second hand on a clock.

And then, with the sound of a donkey braying, Yakko hit the horn. "Good luck!"

[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! Epic thanks to

solo_sword for helping get the OCD posted.

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

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

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

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

The last twenty minutes were kind of a blur for Dave. He'd just been going to the beach for some fresh air at the end of summer when some people he was pretty sure worked as ~~npcs~~ clerks at local businesses brought over a grill and some food and set up a volleyball net and, you know, other various beach cookout things. Dave somehow immediately ended up working the grill even though he didn't know anyone's name.

Of course, then the people heard about another party on the mainland, so off they went, leaving Dave and the food and the everything else behind.

Dave had even grilled a veggie burger for someone, which wasn't even a named thing yet back in his time. "Well, they're not getting any of this food back, I can say that for sure." That's right, he was going to get his revenge by continuing to cook food. That would show them. And it would also feed anyone who wanted to come to the beach for a Spontaneous Labor Day Beach Party.

[OOC: Open for anyone who might want to spend their Labor Day at the beach!]

whenshewasnice

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they'd find the community center's auditorium decorated according to the theme of the evening. Silver streamers hung all around, and a few papier mache moons had been fixed to the ceiling. The lights were dimmed, and there were flowers – most white, but some of them colored silver – on all the tables, bringing the faint scent of summer with them.

And naturally, there were big tables full of food, like at any large Fandom gathering. There was also a bar, though those underage would have to content themselves with sodas and virgin drinks. Maybe they could get over their sorrow over that on the dance floor, showing off their best Moonwalk.

Everything was ready for the people of Fandom to have a good time.

[ocd: Arrive | Food, Drinks & Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | This event is open to everyone! Have fun!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave had been working on some stuff for tomorrow's paper, but he was interrupted by a catastrophic emergency. He ran out of his room and into town, not stopping until he reached the counter at the Perk. "I'll," he started before wheezing. "Have." A gasp. "Ohboy." He held up a finger to indicate 'Wait' while he caught his breath. "Okay. Out of coffee. Gimme. Please?"

Fortunately, the barista knew Dave by now and started getting an extra large cup the second he walked in, so the cup was in his hand right after he said 'Gimme.' And suddenly, he had everything he needed for when he went back to the dorms. "Oh, I guess I also need some packaged stuff for my room."

Some people might say he had a problem. Dave would just say that he had coffee. And it was great. He was also going to go ahead and have a seat after paying.

[OOC: Open for all your Perky or Davey needs.]

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

Okay, it was sixty degrees and perfect weather tonight and Miley was missing Rio. That meant she was at the beach, yes.

It wasn't that crowded, so she spent a while just walking up and down, holding her shoes in one hand and squishing the sand between her toes. Then after a while of that, she took a seat in the sand with her feet dangling in the water and started drafting a song.

Sometimes she could be calm, okay?

"Dangflabbit," she muttered, "what rhymes with doorhinge? Sweet niblets."

Well. Not all the time.

[[open beach!]]

lockestheway

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.

As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer ~~who doesn't have a thread because that's what happens when you post at 6:30 in the morning~~, there was a pair of thrones set up to really complete the theme.

And- of course there was glitter. Really, people, did you even need to ask?

Anyway, the doors were open, the punch was as of yet unspiked... welcome to your 2012 Valentines Ball, Fandom!

[ooc: ocd up! up early for timezones and because i was awake already anyway. second post will go up later if/when it's needed! here, have some links for great threading justice: arrival/mingling / punch and food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

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

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

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

[~~Aaand wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

As promised, the area of the park near the pond had been taken over in the name of Miley coming of legal age. Okay, so she still couldn't do much unless she was secretly Canadian, but Caroline was ignoring that part.

Hopefully the flamingos didn't mind the heaters that had been brought in to keep the party-goers comfortable as they moved among the scattered hay bales draped in quilts and blankets that would pass for seating. If so, the flamingos might just get a little bold and head for the variety of country-inspired cold weather snacks and drinks covering the tables set up between the bonfire and the cleared dancing area. Just no one ask where the music was coming from unless they wanted to hear about how cordless speakers worked like it was magic. Geeky magic.

[Up early for SP as you do. Everyone's welcome to celebrate!]

Current Mood: jubilant

its-theclimb.livejournal.com

So... Miley had a first date tonight. With a guy she'd already kissed. A lot. And she was a little bit nervous about it, because, well, despite all the awkwardness and the fact that he was two years younger than her, she actually liked him.

So she'd decided that the only way to make this not awkward was to wear a new dress and boots and wait outside the movie theater pretending like this was a normal first date. As you do.

NOW SHOWING
Ankle Freedom

[[For that guy who keeps sticking his tongue in her mouth.]]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

After a long week involving studying, door decorating, and trying to convince his roommate to not stalk a girl out of jealousy (... and also proudly announcing that fact publicly via the contest, which was an argument he hadn't won yet), Dave needed to get out and get some really good coffee. And since he was from a pre-Starbucks time where double espressos essentially didn't exist, 'really good coffee' had a particularly surprising and wonderful definition to Dave.

As he settled in at a table with his coffee, Dave started flipping through a newspaper before realizing once again that this future world was kind of confusing and that he should probably stick to the funny pages for the sake of his poor brain. Honestly, he was okay with that.

[OOC: I still have a couple hours before I have to be anywhere today, so open post!]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Anyone who happened by the park tonight might take notice of a mysterious tent that had appeared there. It seemed both out of place and mysterious, exactly the sort of thing to invite people who might be so inclined to find that sort of thing inviting.

Inside they would find a fortuneteller waiting for them, with her crystal ball at the ready, prepared to tell you what your future would hold.

Or maybe just to screw with them. Hard to tell.

[Open to those who have signed up, though anyone can feel free to notice the tent.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

annieadderall.livejournal.com

It had taken some time, but everything was set. The community center had been tatefully decorated and looked nice and welcoming, the stage was set, all the technical kinks had been worked out, there were refreshments set out for after the show, and things were finally ready. Now all that was needed were the guests and the talent.

Come one, come all! Grab a seat, and check out all the talent Fandom has to offer!

[Omg OCD ~~a'comin'.~~ a'here! Ladies and gentlemen, start your pinging!]

nookiepowered

You'd think that Deb's first stop -- after crawling out of a plane crash with only a shoulderbag, a disheveled flight attendant uniform, a head wound and a vague woozy feeling that Deb was a really stupid name, despite the fact that she was wearing it pinned to her chest -- would have been a hospital, but no.

It was the Kwik Stop. And after that, the General Store. And after that, the lobby of every sit-down restaurant she trudged past in her uneven shoes with one of the high heels broken off.

AND NOT ONE OF THEM HAD A GODDAMN CIGARETTE FOR SALE!

Finally, after circling back to raid the Kwik-Stop for emergency measures, she'd stumbled -- hands shaking, arms plastered with patches and half a pack of Nicorette gum in her mouth -- into a gothy dance-club place, where sure she'd be able to bum a smoke off some pretentious black-clad kid, right?

JHSGAJKHGSAJKHG THERE WASN'T EVEN ANYBODY AT THE BAR, LET ALONE THE DANCE FLOOR!

Swearing, not remotely under her breath, Deb tossed her bag on the countertop and slipped behind the bar herself. Which... didn't seem to have any booze -- oh right, Fandom, she'd heard about this place -- but she didn't really care about that. First because she was busy ransacking the shelves -- what self-respecting bartender wouldn't have a secret stash of cigs -- and second because what self-respecting flight attendant wouldn't already have a jump-bag half full of those tiny airline bottles?

[OOC: Open! There is no booze for sale, but the chick behind the counter might deal it to you under the counter.]

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

Dave was in bad shape. He was hooked on drugs. DRUGS. Well, a drug.

Caffeine.

He would have gotten a fix in the dorms, but as far as he could tell, he probably went on a crazed binge during a caffeine blackout because there wasn't any in there. Despite shaking horribly from withdrawal, Dave managed to make his way over to the Perk, where he could get the real good stuff. But they were all out, too.

Desperate and despondent, Dave stole a sheet of paper and made a sign to advertise outside:

WILL WHORE FOR
COFFEE

Holding the sign up, Dave slumped against the building, filled with despair, but not coffee.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It was Saturday night and time to grab your best gal for one heck of a dance. Or your best guy. Maybe your best sentient robot. Look, Fandom didn't judge your lifestyle choices.

The community center was decorated with the requisite streamers and glittery things to make it look like a disco threw up all over the 50's. But it was hardly a dance without unfortunate glitter, right? Right!

So, throw on a poodle skirt (or leather jacket) and get ready for a good time! And remember, this dance is open to all!

[[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up!]]

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

vanillajello

As announced by the posters that had appeared around the dorms earlier in the week, there was a party on the beach this warm Friday evening. Or at least, there would be, once people arrived.

The setting was party-like enough, at least. Along with a ~~lovingly modded~~ Bod who'd been drafted in to carry stuff around, Kate had somehow managed to recruit Jeremy to her cause as well, and he'd graciously (because he was still feeling guilty over his doppelganger having made Bod feel bad) offered his financial help for the party. As a result, they had a couple of tables filled with an array of snacks and drinks (regular, Viking, and Egyptian), and the darkening evening was being lightened up by strings of colorful paper lanterns stretched between a few poles they'd brought to the beach for this specific purpose. There was no bonfire as of yet, but Kate wouldn't mind one if someone else wanted to make one their responsibility. She was intending to get a little too tipsy for that.

It was a party, that was what you did.

[ooc: OCD up, have at! All students are welcome and won't be discrimated against based on their floor of residence, promise.]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It seemed there just hadn't been enough insanity going on with the gremlins lately, so that was why there was a guy in red pajamas prancing around the park. Singing.

Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.

But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?

"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

That was a lot of yeahs.

[[OPEN LIKE A PARK. BLAME

shes_got_legs]]

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The Perk [Saturday morning]

3 Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

The Beach, Monday after classes

Moon Landing Dance, Community Center, Saturday Evening

Prom | Community Center | Friday Evening | Post I

The Perk, Sunday afternoon

The Beach, Thursday Evening

The Causeway, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

Valentines Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

The Boards, Friday Evening [Performance!]

The Park | Miley's Birthday Party | Wednesday Evening

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Friday Evening

The Perk, Saturday morning

The Park- Sunday after sunset

Homecoming Brunch, The Park, Sunday Morning

Homecoming Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening | Post II

Homecoming Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening | Post I

Homecoming Carnival Post II [The Park, Friday, October 21, 2011]

RECITAL!- Community Center- Saturday evening

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/10

Outside the Perk, Saturday morning

Sock Hop - Community Center, Saturday Evening (8/20)

Strawberry Social - The Park, all day

Displaced 3rd Floor Party!, The Beach, Friday Evening

The Park, Wednesday Evening

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