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lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Well, after the early-morning whatever she'd done with Rikku and an extremely wrinkly older woman and a couple of other people, Dawn had decided maybe going to a beach party wasn't the best idea, tempting as it might be.

So, instead, she was walking around the pond with a bunch of birdseed, placing clumps in a circle as she eyed the waterfowl, trying to figure out how much she'd need.

"Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck..."

Ow. She felt a nip at her leg.

"Ow, okay, Swan!"

Then she resumed her actions.

"Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck."

It wasn't long before Dawn was running on the grass, followed by many waterfowl in search of birdseed.

"Dammit, I said didn't say goose!"

Clearly, they didn't know the rules.

[OOC: Open to anyone who might want to play. No OCD!]

the_merriest

"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

fh_office

The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]

vdistinctive

"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

Today's specials
Spicy Orange Zest Beef
Oven roasted potatoes with orange zest
Orange cookies with sweet orange glaze

"The words 'orange zest' have lost all meaning," Priestly noted. Eliot sighed in agreement.

Luke's was open.

[and OCD free, and totally ripped off this, which was brought to my attention by the incomparable

heromaniac.]

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...]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

She had been leaping across rooftops, as you do. She was chasing a particular nasty lurk who had been trying to assemble some artifact of Olos Nah and put it on the shrine of Accabwhec causing the demon of Aiel Reklawyks to rise and destroy Haddyn on even of the appearance of the comet of Ekul. Or at least he had until Mel had grabbed one of the artifact pieces and spent most of the week hunting him down. And he wasn’t going to get away this time.

Not until Mel was leaping across a rooftop and flew right into a portal that had opened up right in front of her. She flew through the portal and started cursing like a madwoman. And she kept cursing as she fell about two stories right into the island of fandom.

“Ruttin’ hell. What the rut did I do to-”

…

“Fandom?"

...

"Rocketship!"

She pulled out her twinkie-phone and started texting out. Maybe some old friends might be around.

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke woke up this morning kind of wanting to kill himself (he'd kissed Grace Winchester! Never having sex. Ever. Ever. Ever. Sorry, Ben.). After realizing he couldn't fit under the bed at the hotel to hide there for the rest of his life, he'd come up with another solution.

Which was why he was in the park on a bench holding up a sign that read: "GREMLINS: Look, a Skywalker! Please Bite Me!"

So far, no takers.

[OOC: Open like a park!]

Current Mood: humiliated
Current Music: Shine - Keith Urban

the_merriest

Rikku was waiting at Chilly Boulder. And pacing. And monologuing. That one was new.

"I hope Dawn gets here soon," Rikku said, to no one in particular. "We have so much to talk about, since she left at the end of the summer term. My trip to Gaia last weekend, and her breaking up with Sam, it's just been such a crazy time. I think maybe we both need some ice cream."

Rikku frowned, glancing at the counterperson. "Was I talking to you?"

The girl shook her head.

"Then why the heck did I just say all of that? Who am I talking to, myself?"

(OOC: For Dawn, and their thread is locked, please, but absolutely open! Rikku is normal, but she keeps falling into soap-style dialogue and has no idea why.)

Current Mood: uncomfortable

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Check it out, Caritas. Felt good to be back. Flipping on the light switch kinda felt like home.

"Admit it, you missed me," she told Tino. Who, being Tino, gave her a look and didn't say anything.

Caritas was open, and all that jazz.

[Hit or miss, tonight. Mod Tino if you need speed.]

Current Mood: content

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Faith had found some loose change under her couch! Four whole dollars!

So she did the 'sponsible thing and went to the ice cream shop and got the biggest, gooey-est sundae she could for four dollars. It had whipped cream and nuts and sprinkles and everything.

(So, so open.)

Current Mood: bouncy

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

Jolee was at the bar. Exciting stuff.

[OOC: Not feeling great tonight. I'm around for a while, but will probably be slow.]

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

bigdamnprincipal

Town Hall was still effectively the center of command as those in charge waited for the away teams to return, and continued to form contingency plans for dealing with Hades. As one of the few safe places in town, no one was being sent away if they wanted to stay, as long as they didn't get in the way.

[OCD is up! Raiding and finale teams, your volunteering spots are in here.]

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Last night's radio broadcast had given Faith an idea, and Faith and Ideas were dangerous things. So there was a huge jar on the bar countertop that said:

STRIPPER POLE FUND

with a little disclaimer at the bottom:

If Faith's boss don't go for the idea, Faith's keeping the money.

Caritas was open.

Current Mood: naughty

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

So...bribing gremlins with shiny pennies hadn't worked.

At all.

And now Luke--who thought he was a singing nun named Fraulein Maria--was twirling around in the park, singing to mountains that clearly weren't there.

"The hills are alive...."

Artoo was hiding behind a tree and recording the entire thing. He was afraid who Luke might think he was if he rolled too close. He wasn't playing drums or being a tiger for anyone this time.

[OOC: Yes, I'm out of my mind.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It was her last patrol in Fandom. After that it was over the causeway and then... whatever came next. She'd sent out a *handwavey* e-mail and left notes for various people to let them know if they wanted to see her off, that this would be the place for it.

Sitting on a gravestone, Mel took one last look around. Could someone really feel sentimental about a graveyard?

[Goodbye post for Mel. If you think you got notification then you did. Will be subject to bouts of AFK-ness throughout the day.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

God help her, Robin had no idea how she'd gotten talked into opening the bar tonight, but here she was, opening the damn bar, and on the night when some kid was having a party there too. Though, if she'd heard right, it was that guy Sam, so she hoped maybe she'd get to see him and Lucas together to see if she and Barney were right. They totally were. They Knew These Things.

[another slow night from me! mod Tino for speedy service, but I'm aroundish.]

Current Mood: hopeful

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

the_merriest

Rikku had some cupcakes, and some balloons, and was currently hiding behind a tombstone.

Because it wasn't much of a surprise party if Mel could see them, now was it?

(OCD coming)

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

It was really, really warm and sunny out, at least for the moment, so Dawn decided to take advantage of it--she gathered a bag of essentials (two books, sunscreen, a blanket, a frizbee and a large bottle of water), changed into shorts and a halter top, and remembered what it was like to be from California.

[ooc: Open to any and all!]

Current Mood: cheerful

bigdamnprincipal

Across the town, the school, and the dorms, fliers had been put up to inform everyone of a town meeting taking place tonight (with a bold, capitalized note at the bottom warning everyone to be careful getting to the town hall). Zoe waited for as many people as possible to arrive and get settled before she got up and addressed the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice tonight," she said. "We wanted to get everyone together to share some new information that was found today. Our researchers have found some possible evidence concerning the angels, and some of the people who have gone missing." She picked up the notes she'd been given, and read what the researchers had found.

"As much as I don't want to do this, I need to ask for volunteers," she continued. "We need people to go and get this information, or to talk to these folks, so we can figure out how to stop the angels, and get everyone back. I won't turn away students who want to help, but you're going to be sent with adults to make sure all of you come back in one piece. If you want to stay here, that's perfectly fine. I want to remind all of you that there are safehouses being set up throughout town, to make sure that no one has to be alone right now. Travel in numbers, and always look around you. If you do that, you'll stay safe. I'll be here to answer any questions, and to take the names of those who want to volunteer. The floor is open for anyone who has something else they'd like to say."

[OCD is up! If you're on one of the away teams, you can handwave coming to the meeting and volunteering, if you want.]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin had a very important mission tonight.

Tonight, she was tossing maraschino cherries into shot glasses from progressively farther distances.

Her record for actually getting one in was three feet away. She felt very proud. And she'd keep going until she hit four, at least.

[I'm around and about as bored as Robin, but GODDAMN LJ AND THEIR NOTIFICATION-EATING. I'll refresh as I can!]

Current Mood: nerdy

needsaparrot

There weren't actually any vacancies, but there was still a Guy With Tools, and said Guy had his boot-clad feet up on the counter while he perused his copy of The Twinkies Cookbook.

And of course there were ( signs ) posted. As you do.
__
[OOC: Guests, tenants, clients, squirrels, tumbleweeds. Guy With Tools now with actual sign, courtesy Best RL Roomie Ever.]

sith_happened

He wasn't used to having an extra day in Fandom--normally he was still up in Connecticut--so Anakin took advantage of the change by heading down to the gym and getting in a workout with his lightsaber and eight remotes.

Nothing too complicated for him, just a nice excuse to get the blood pumping.

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: energetic

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

When Robin came in and found out that there was going to be some kid's birthday party here, she immediately took an inventory to make sure all the hard liquor was stocked up.

Between that, and the fact that Tino hadn't stopped laughing about her performance over the weekend, it was going to be a particularly difficult night.

[posting early because I am tiiiiiiiiiiiiired and don't want to wake up all 'oh hey it's 10 pm OH CRAP I FORGOT CARITAS AND DEAN'S PARTY.']

Current Mood: grumpy

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Still not too thrilled about the whole cheerleader deal, but other than that, Faith was in a pretty sweet mood. And since it seemed to be warming up nicely for January (wtf, Fandom?) that meant she could get away with wearing a t-shirt instead of long sleeves or a coat. Good times.

Caritas was open.

Current Mood: flirty

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Dawn was shivering, hard, and couldn't believe she was doing this. She took a deep breath, then dropped her warmest fleece robe and her longest coat behind a very big tree, complete with her pile of clothes. Her hair was hanging down, in the vain hope that it would cover something.

It didn't.

She hoped that one of the damn radio squirrels would pick this up, and that one--but only one--person would see her. She ran through town as if she was being chased by every demon she'd ever met.

[ooc: Open to anyone who might want to catch her running by at a high rate of speed.]

Current Mood: cold

needsaparrot

Xander wasn't sure if the number of twenty-years-older students roaming the island should make him nervous or curious, so he'd decided to try out the first yesterday, staying holed up in his apartment after Bridge left. Nervous had quickly turned into bored, and there were only so many times you could type "I will not disappear from all available contact and give Willow a heart-attack, nor will I die without sufficient warning filed in quadruplicate with the appropriate authorities" into an e-mail before you realized you could just use the cut and paste function to make it to the requested 1000 without getting carpal-tunnel syndrome.

So today he was trying out curious. At least as far as heading out to the office, putting out the Guy With Tools signs, kicking back with an oh-so-enthralling printout of Willow's notes on prophetic Slayer dreams, and hanging out behind the counter to see if any familiar faces wandered by. Or new ones, since those were the kind that tended to actually want apartments.
_
[OOC: Open for ladies, gentlemen, and monsters of all ages.]

Current Mood: contemplative

vkandis-son.livejournal.com

The memorial service was held on the flat hilltop overlooking the ocean, and at its edge rested an old-fashioned wooden boat, worn and weathered. There were chairs for those still too weak to stand and four torches, burning steadily, set in the ground at the four cardinal points. The day was bright and clear, a light breeze blowing out to sea, but despite that, the torches never flickered.

Karal, dressed in formal robes of black and gold, stood in front of the boat, waiting patiently while people arrived.

( When everyone had settled, he stepped forward and began to speak. )

[ooc: Word of the service was handwavily passed by word of mouth, and by way of announcement and on the radio. ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up!]

southernbender.livejournal.com

Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine. Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC: And this is the last hospilinic post! The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC). Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.

[ooc: ~~Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people.~~ OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

Current Mood: anxious

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was not at all happy about how the emergency clinic looked when he came in. There were too many people there, too many students, not to mention the baby, and he had a moment of feeling helpless before he pulled himself together and got down to business. There had to be something that could be done to help everyone.

[OCD of doom is up! I'm heading home right now, so if there are any problems, e-mail me at celestialnature@gmail.com and I'll fix them around 7:15 when I get home. Tags will be added then too.]

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian was upset when he found out one of the kids had died the day before and was pissed at himself for taking the day off. The island had been through a lot while he'd been here, but one of the kids dying was unacceptable. He was frustrated by his inability to reach anyone outside the island. No ordering more supplies, no consulting with contagious disease experts. If it had only been the adults sick he might have been trying to head for the hills to save his own ass, but he wasn't about to abandon the kids. They had to find a way to stop this. Especially because now a baby was sick.

[ooc: ~~Plz wait for the massive~~ OCD is up! Thursday mornings are a little crazy here, so I will probably be SP until noon or so. Comment notifications are off, so ping me in the OOC thread if you need me.

*pokes mods* Need tags for Harriet Jones and Grace Winchester, please!]

Current Mood: worried

geniusdoctor.livejournal.com

Doogie was in a somber mood as he made the rounds through the cot area and checked on the growing number of patients. The idea that someone could die from this sickness had occurred to him, but he wasn't expecting it to happen to one of the students. Needless to say, he was determined to not lose anyone else.

[OCD is up, come on in!]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson had gotten a briefing from Troy before coming in today and had already shut down his OMGWTFPlllllaaaggggguuuuueee response in favor of being able to actually function as a doctor.

Slipping a mask over his mouth almost immediately, he grabbed up charts and began to walk through the cots, getting an update on everyone's status. Next up would be making sure the volunteers were organized and that people who were sitting bedside vigil were taking care of themselves ~~and not starting to show symptoms~~

[ooc: OCDS ~~will be coming presently~~ are up, you may now continue to enjoy your plague.]

blessed_twice

Wyatt had been prepared for the sight of several flu victims, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. He counted at least 15 beds, and who knew if the people tending to them would get sick as well. He conferred briefly with Dr. Troy to find out what procedures they had in place, grabbed a mask, and got to work.

[ooc: Christian modded without permission! I will be AFK for an hour and a half or so, so clinic volunteers, please keep an eye on patients and new arrivals if you don't mind. I should be back by 8:00 PM EST at the latest, and you can ping me on AIM as Chaos of Passion or belthazor FH or via email (kajivar@gmail). OCD ~~forthcoming~~ is up! Now in the correct comm!]

Current Mood: worried

sexydoctor.livejournal.com

Christian came in early to the clinic and found his patients had doubled overnight and were starting to be stacked up like cordwood in the exam rooms. He definitely was going to have to make use of town hall. After a few ~~handwavey~~ phone calls to get things officially set up, he and the nurses transfered the patients over to the makeshift hospital. Fortunately, town hall was almost directly behind the clinic, so it was a short trip. Cots were obtained and set up around the large room in anticipation of more patients.

The mayor didn't seem to be around, but Christian left ~~handwavey~~ messages for Principle Washburn and Sheriff Mustang about the situation. They were definitely going to have to establish a quarantine. This was spreading like wildfire. He would insist that anyone tending to the patients was going to have to wear masks and gloves.

[ooc: Patients modded without permission, because they are in no condition to resist, muhahaha. Volunteers, feel free to tend to patients as they ping in. OCD ~~coming~~ has arrived!

Second verse, same as the first. May be SP at times, particularly between 9:30 AM EST - 11:00 AM EST, if work gets crazy and I start drowning in Thanksgiving floral arrangements. But I am around -- you can also ping me on AIM as Chaos of Passion or via email (kajivar@gmail).]

Current Mood: anxious

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Coffee probably wasn't the best idea. Her college application envelopes were mailed, and her stomach was feeling jittery. Still, they had other things here, didn't they?

She tipped her head back and started studying the menu board.

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Everything seemed to be ready. The buffet tables were sparkling and filled with some of Fina's best. The cheese-grater was wandering with tall glasses of juice - although if anyone wanted something a little stronger, a few words and it could be provided. (So long as they were adults, of course.) The plates were rehearsing their kickline. The pepper-shaker was nervously zipping around here, there, and everywhere, expecting to find something wrong.

Naminé had refused the suggestions that she should costume herself as some sort of kitchenware. At the last moment, as a concession of sorts, she tied a ribbon in her hair and changed into a pinafore, figuring she could pass for ~~meta for~~ Alice. That was a costume, wasn't it?

The Specials Board read:

WELCOME PARENTS, RELATIVES, AND FRIENDS!
PLEASE ENJOY A SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH US!

Café Fina was open.

Current Mood: accomplished

once-a-king.livejournal.com

There were still plenty of name tags, plenty of refreshments, and plenty of guests to chat with cause there ain't no party like a Fandom party.

[Second verse same as the first! A little bit loud and a little bit more crazy!]

needsaparrot

Xander has glittery signs on the door and coffee and doughnuts on the counter for anybody who comes in, but he almost seems more interested in his laptop -- and the unhelpfully negative e-mails he's reading from his contacts in Watchers' Council 2.0 regarding any recent surges in vampire activity on the east coast of the US -- than consuming mass quantities of heavily-sugared lardbombs. Whoa.

Or it could be that he's just had three already and is giving them a chance to settle before he goes back for seconds.
__
[OOC: Open for business or pleasure. Except not like that. We don't have one of those anymore. We need one of those again. Not that Xander would partake. But just in principle. And it was always posted in the right spot. Also talk of the undead still NFB.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Much of the glitter had fallen to the floor and the snowmen were starting to look a bit dingey but the music was still playing, the punch was still flowing and the greatest hits of Fandom past and presents weren't about to be stopped.

[OOC: Post is very SP friendly, OCD ~~threads need to go up before pinging in~~ IS UP AND POST IS OPEN!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The first thing that might be noticed when students walked into the Town Hall was the towering stone troll statues that had been dragged in to grace the corners of the dance floor. It being Homecoming and a semi-formal dance, the trolls were decked out appropriately in hats, glitter, and togas. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, some twined with streamers and some dripping glitter and confetti across the dance floor.

The walls were decorated with blown up pictures of significant events at Fandom: Graduations, the school blowing up, the Christmas pageants, plays, carnivals, zombies, all the moments that make Fandom Fandom. Given a place of honour on the walls were a mock up of an exploding volcano, a massive gremlin in a bow tie, and, of course, the Stickbug flag.

Large lit up snowmen congregated around the punch bowl against a snowy backdrop and across the ballroom near the stage, there was a mural of large dinosaurs reaching up to enjoy a glittery streamer dinner. The wall of the door though had the biggest picture of all - a painting of the island at night from across the water.

As students dropped off their wraps, they were pointed to vote for Homecoming Court then encouraged to proceed into the ballroom.

[OOC: Chaperones and Security please ping in as soon as possible. The second post will be going up in about five hours (or when browsers start to break) but this post is very SP friendly. ~~PLEASE wait for the~~ OCD is UP and POST IS OPEN]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

More Homecoming Carnival action!

[[OOC: ETA: Links to threads for those whose browsers can't open the whole post:

Kissing Booths
Dunk Tanks
Pie Tossing
OOC

The Homecoming Carnival is open to all residents of Fandom. Weather modding says that any showers predicted for today will miss the island completely. It is a lovely fall day, if a bit warm. This is post number two. It has the kissing booth, dunk tank and pie throwing. Please don't comment until the target pings in. The first post is here. OCD is up! Have fun!]]

needsaparrot

Doors are open, Guy With Tools signs are up, and Xander's got his laptop open on the counter, but he is absolutely not downloading the latest issue of Ninth Wonders. Because that would be wrong.

And also wouldn't take very long; he's long past that and onto the full-season-3 torrent Mister What Classified.
__
[OOC: Open for residents, passers-by, and penguins of all known subspecies.]

cantjossme.livejournal.com

It's pretty quiet in the graveyard. Not because it is empty. Both Dawn and Mel are on patrol but after the events that happened over the weekend they aren't really in that much of a talking kind of mood.

Mel has taken to fiddling with her stake and tossing it up in the air out of sheer boredom. Yep. Nothing is happening.

She looks over to her traveling companion and barely stifles a yawn. "So you think this is getting pointless?"

( Maybe a little repetitive... )

[ooc: NFB & NFI. Preplayed with

lilpunkinbelly. Plot explanation will be coming and as always OOC comments are love]

tinkerbitch.livejournal.com

Tink was bored. She was low on absinthe, tired of Squall's house, and wishing there were more people around to mock horribly.

This meant that she should open the store, as it wasn't Squall's house, had people who would come in for mockery, and most importantly, had a spare bottle of absinthe stashed behind the counter.

( cut for image )

Pixie Dust was open. And its owner was merrily getting drunk.

(OOC: up early for great fashion justice)

stupid-toasters.livejournal.com

With his classes over for the week, Lee decided that he wanted out of the dorms. Once he was awake enough, he wandered his way down to the beach slowly, taking time to get his bearings, examine the area for quick exits and mentally map the town in his head.

It might be useful.

Once he'd arrived at the beach, he took a seat in the sand, far enough away from the water that he wouldn't get wet but close enough to hear the noise from the waves. The book he'd shoved in the back pocket of his shorts came out and he opened it up, rifling through the well worn pages.

Now, just to hope that it didn't rain. Or maybe he wanted it to rain. Who knows.

[Beach is open! Bother Lee, use it for other purposes! Gimme pie...oh wait.]

wannabe-pan.livejournal.com

Andrew was in research mode. He had the counter piled high with books and notebooks and was scanning page after page at a furious pace.

Under his breath, he was muttering, "M'Fashnick, M'Fashnick..."

The Magic Box is open for all your potent potion needs.

cantjossme.livejournal.com

After spending most of the last two weeks being fairly non-social and non-room leaving, Mel finally dragged herself out of the dorm to patrol.

And because she's feeling a tad antsy she drags a somewhat traveling/portal lagged junior watcher along with her.

"You don't mind coming out tonight do you?" Mel asked. "I just... felt like I needed company."

[For

lilpunkinbelly (who was modded with permission) though open if you like hanging out in graveyards late at night.]

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If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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