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There was a shipment of 'Hallowine' behind the bar when Derek arrived. No, he didn't know what that was. And no, he didn't really want to know either.

And yet there he was, opening one to sniff at it suspiciously. It was pumpkin pie spiced, sugary alcohol that would probably end up causing all the hangovers if consumed.

Which would be why Derek took a hesitant sip before remembering that he made bad choices. Always. The bottle went down the drain and the rest could wait for the next bartender to deal with.

justlurkinghere

Derek's office at MCA was the new location of his illicit wedding magazines. For a wedding that wouldn't happen for three more years time, but still. It paid to plan ahead.

Also, he was narrowing down his venue search for a smaller group.

That translated into making faces at the pictures on various websites for places in California. Because he was super mature.

[[Open for apartment needs!]]

justlurkinghere

Derek was reading a magazine at the bar tonight. Because why work when you could be paid to frown at articles in this month's issue of The Knot?

...and also feel awkward about the title of the magazine for reasons he couldn't quite figure out.

He may or may not have been marking things that were interesting. God help everyone. He was pretty close to starting a scrap book about this.

[[OCD free!]]

justlurkinghere

There was a sign up at the bar tonight that proclaimed it ladies night. Which probably wasn't as much of a lure on this island as others, but it was still up.

And Derek was giving it a disgruntled look.

He should probably mention drink specials or shirtless bartenders on there, but he'd leave that up to Jack when he got there. Since the shirtless part had been all his idea. For now, he took up a spot behind the bar and glared at the DJ. Not because he did anything yet, but just on principle.

smilestopscars

There was a small chance of rain on the island today, but as the weather was still warm enough, that had not stopped the school administration for having the customary brunch outdoors in the park. It just meant some more canopies had been set out, to protect both the alumni as well as all the food and drink on offer from any possible rain.

There were flowers and streamers in blue and gold on tables, as well as perhaps some tasteful glitter.

Okay, more than enough glitter. Sorry, bad habit.

smilestopscars

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere.

Don't tell us you hadn't missed it, old Fandomites.

[ocd up! | Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

justlurkinghere

For some reason, the bar had received a shipment of prune juice. No, Derek didn't know why. He really doubted Jack would have ordered it too. He was starting to wonder why he came back to the island when he had to deal with this crap. He could be awkwardly making small talk with Sheriff Stilinski, but nooooo.

Since it arrived, he had been giving the small pallet a suspicious look instead of, you know, doing his job and putting it away.

What could it mean?

This was going to be a long night.

[Livin' OCD free]

justlurkinghere

The DJ wasn't playing The Macarena, but he seemed to be stuck on music with Spanish in it. This somehow translated to a ton of Pitbull. Because he thought this was Miami or something. Or a Moderately Paced and Mildly Irate movie.

Derek was... not really enjoying this.

He was just going to spend his evening sighing dramatically and cleaning the bar. Aggressively cleaning that bar. Because that would help him.

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

From what he'd seen so far, this place was even smaller than Lobo's Nod and Jasper hadn't thought that was possible. Lobo's Nod was a tiny place, a one stop light town where the post office was in spitting distance of the doctor's office. This place seemed even smaller. The only good thing was that no one seemed to recognize him. Sure, he hadn't given his last name to anyone but still. In Lobo's Nod, he was a pseudo celebrity, sought after by bottom feeding reporters looking for a quick story. Here, he was...he didn't even know.

His bags were still packed up in his room and he didn't know when that would change. Back home, he'd plastered faces of Dear Old Dad's victims across his desk. He didn't know how he'd do that here. If he could do that here. He didn't really need to freak out a roommate who already seemed a little unsure around him.

His typical nightmare (—wakey, wakey, Jasper, my boy—) had driven him out of bed early enough so he'd walked around the town, checking places out. He paid particular attention to open spaces, exits that existed on each particular building and anything else that made certain buildings stand out. He'd grabbed some food on his way back and was now sitting outside some place called Jeff, God of Biscuits, missing the familiarity of Coff-E-Shop.

New place, new prospects, boy. Ain't it fun?

Jasper breathed in. Breathed out. Pushed the voice away and popped a piece of a muffin into his mouth. His father's too white smile lingered in his head. In his thoughts.

Like always.

[ Open ]

Current Mood: contemplative

justlurkinghere

Derek was running into some trouble with Tiny this evening.

"Yes, I'm certain that I work here."

Really annoying trouble.

"No, I'm not showing you my I.D."

It was like he didn't even know Derek for some completely mysterious reason.

justlurkinghere

Of course a weird day would happen when Derek had to bartend. Of course. But into work he went this evening, glaring at Tiny on his way in.

Not because Tiny said anything, but just on principle.

"I like this island," he grumbled sullenly once he was alone. Worst. Night. Ever.

[OCD free!]

vdistinctive

It wasn't that Eliot hadn't listened to the radio as usual, this morning. It was just that he didn't really buy it.

"I mean, come on," he told the kitchen staff. "I've trained under the greatest grifter in the world. Plus, you know, there's the whole professional criminal thing. I can lie like breathing. It's literally what I do, when I'm not beating the crap out of people." He took a deep breath. "Goddammit."

This freaking island.

He should probably just go back home and refuse to come out until he could lie properly again. Instead, he stayed in the kitchen, taking his frustration out on a cutting board full of vegetables. "Admittedly, it's kinda freeing. I mean, what's the one place I could say something like 'I was the top enforcer for an international criminal empire, but it's okay 'cause I'm a good guy now' and get believed? I mean, other than to my actual team of fellow unrepentant 'good guy' criminals. Why are you guys all huddled in the corner?"

The cook and the dishwasher pushed the busboy forward. "You're, uh," the busboy said. "Kind of way more terrifying than usual, today. Could you please put the knife down?"

Eliot looked from them to the knife in his hand, to the cutting board where all the vegetables were now not so much chopped as minced. "Nah," he said. "I'll just take it with me. I refuse to use a gun on principle, but I like having knives around. Even though I actually really rarely stab anyone." He looked back up at the kitchen staff. "I totally haven't killed anyone in, like, three years, guys. Calm down."

Today's specials
Chopped salads
Now hiring!
Seriously, people, we have, like, one employee
who's not ~~NPC~~ kitchen staff.

Luke's was open. Honest.

justwantedfriends

It was probably a good thing that Kira didn't have any classes today, because she wouldn't have been able to make it through them. She hadn't been able to sleep for days, and when she did sleep, she had nightmares about drowning and being trapped in a deep, freezing dark. She was starting to see things that she knew couldn't really be there, and she could have sworn she was hearing things too, but she wasn't sure if that was from the lack of sleep or her brain deciding that hey, freaking out with music no one else could hear would be awesome.

Needing more caffeine, Kira went to the Perk and purchased her fourth cup of coffee for the day before sitting down at one of the tables by the window. The coffee was going to have to keep her awake and get the taste of coughed up bugs out of her mouth, so hopefully it was strong.

[Open!]

justlurkinghere

Peter found he liked this whole bar tending job of Derek's better than the teaching. Not enough to do it more than once, mind. But still better than teaching with that sniveling little peon that picked a pony to possess.

If he was able to leave the town and not lose control over Derek's body, he would have been long gone by now.

But que sera, sera. He'd just have to entertain himself until then. On the plus side for anyone who might have been looking for a drink, Peter knew what he was doing.

justlurkinghere

Having switched his day at work, Derek was feeling a little... off. Nothing he could put his finger on, but it was still a lingering feeling.

Which meant he was constantly shifting the bottles of alcohol over just a fraction of an inch to the left. Nope, it wasn't that.

Derek glared over at Tiny like he had something to do with it. Tiny? Not even bothering to respond to that.

Damn Tiny.

bitten_notshy

It was a rainy gray day, which always made Jack slightly homesick for England. It was perverse,that he missed the bad weather, but Jack had learned to accept it.

The feeling inspired him to research tea-based cocktails. Earl Grey, gin and lavender didn't sound half-bad ...

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

justlurkinghere

Posters went up all over town. Without glitter or exclamation points, so it was clear that Derek did them without help this time.

Halloween Party
~~stop calling it creepy~~ Mansion on Phoenix Way
Friday Night
Come in Costume

Well, Derek was certainly to the point. And made it almost sound like a very ineffective serial killer luring in victims.

It was a work in progress to make him act normal, okay?

[[Establishy]]

begmetwice.livejournal.com

Someone had listened to the radio. And someone was quite happy that her students had actually taken it upon themselves to go look things up.

So someone also decided that she probably ought to go in and open up the shop today, just in case anyone had anything they wanted to investigate further after seeing what they saw yesterday.

(Irene didn't know what sort of pornography had been viewed, but she was sure that a roomful of teenagers watching it meant that it wouldn't be a bad idea if she made a little display of condoms and lubrication right near the entrance today.)

Besides, it gave her a reason to decorate for Halloween. So that would be Irene in her stocking feet on a chair, her red-soled shoes neatly discarded on the floor so she wouldn't break her neck climbing in heels, hanging cobwebs and black-and-purple tinsel from the ceiling.

It wasn't tacky. It was festive.

[open shop is open!]

justlurkinghere

Derek got in a little ~~ha!~~ earlier than normal to the bar to get some things set up for the party apparently planned there.

Which basically meant a few tables and chairs were moved.

He wasn't Pinkie, okay? Be very glad for that. No one needed that much glitter in The Devil's Nest.

bitten_notshy

It was the start of a new school semester for Jack, which meant all of his time that didn't go to bar management was occupied with the business of being educated. There were mailing lists to sign up for, textbooks to order, a senior thesis to start jotting down thoughts about so he didn't walk into the thesis seminar blind...

He was glad he was almost done with college, but he was still going to miss some of the routine after he graduated at the end of the semester. He didn't expect law school to be quite the same.

For the hell of it, he put a sign outside the bar:
Back-to-School Special: Half off for Teachers.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

justlurkinghere

Sometimes Derek remembered that he was somehow the manager of an apartment complex. You know. During those times of the year when people were moving.

He hated those times of year.

But, dutifully, he was at the place to make sure it hadn't collapsed on itself or something. Maybe get new tenants.

justwantedfriends

After being at the carnival on Saturday, Kira had booked the first portal home and followed Derek's advice by talking to her mother. Having her dad explain the birds and the bees hadn't been as awkward as the kitsune conversation, and Kira was almost grateful that she had the excuse of "finals" to get back to Fandom quickly. Driving bumper cars around wasn't exactly a typical final, but it was better than sitting in her house knowing that there were probably more things her mother wasn't telling her.

Now that she was done with her workshop for the day, she was looking for more distractions, and an iced mocha with more whipped cream than any one person should have was currently doing the trick, along with looking through the pictures on her phone. At least foxes were kind of cool?

[Open!]

fh_thumbprick

Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

fh_thumbprick

On Saturday morning, the smell of cotton candy permeated the island once again as the booths at Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show began to turn on and light up. There were more attractions to see today than there had been yesterday, and wasn't that just wonderful?

There was plenty of room for even more shows, if today's visitors weren't careful.

Once everything was ready, the tall man with the dark mustache stepped through the main arch again to survey the grounds and, seemingly finding everything satisfactory, he disappeared back into the small tent away from the grounds.

The carnival was open, offering more merriment and delight... and likely some terror as well.

justlurkinghere

There was a crab on the bar when Derek got in today. It looked just about as surly to be there as Derek did, so they sort of matched.

At least, that's what Tiny thought.

But Tiny was a jerk. Which meant Derek glared at him before carefully trying to nudge the crab away with a cocktail straw.

begmetwice.livejournal.com

This whole 'teaching' idea was growing more appealing every day -- Irene's limited experience with the younger denizens of the island had been, thus far, fairly positive, and for a laugh, she'd actually sat down and started putting together a syllabus for a totally theoretical class after talking to Kitty about it.

Today found her actually researching all of the class topics she'd listed on her laptop behind the counter at the shop -- she may have been an expert in her field, but no one knew everything, after all.

But it was still totally hypothetical, of course. She was just doing this for fun. (And kept finding herself sucked into Wikipedia black holes, too, but that was part of the fun.)

bitten_notshy

Jack's way into the club this morning was blocked by a pile of unmarked cardboard boxes. (He would have sniped at Tiny about not having moved them, but sniping at Tiny had never accomplished anything in all their time together. Jack preferred to suffer in silence.)

Once he opened one, he found it was full of orange and black crepe streamers and plastic jack-o-lanterns. The second box yielded fake cobwebs, complete with rubber spiders, while the third held cardboard ghosts, mummies and vampires to stick on the walls and -- just in case Jack had missed the theme -- a banner reading, "HAVE A SPOOKTACULAR HALLOWEEN."

He laughed for a moment, fist over his mouth, then put the decorations up. He sensed a themed drink night coming on.

Welcome to Halloween in July!
Specials: Black Devil Martini
Smoking Skulls Shots
Morgue-a-Rita
Free drink if you come in costume!

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

justwantedfriends

After waking up from Elsa's party, Kira had gone back to the big house of creepiness to take a shower, and come right back on the next ferry to spend her afternoon in town. After a bit of a walk, she'd ended up in the park, sitting on one of the benches as she looked through her phone. Between showing people the wonders of smartphones and trying to capture things for posterity, she'd taken a lot of pictures last night, but every picture of her was making her sigh. There was a weird gold light in every picture she was in, and she couldn't figure out what it was. She'd noticed it for the first time a few weeks before she left for Fandom, but she'd assumed it was a problem with her ancient and well-used phone. Now she had a new phone (courtesy of her parents, probably thanks to guilt about shipping her to a different state), but the light was still there, looking all kinds of weird and wrong.

Kira sighed and decided to just focus on the pictures of everyone else instead. At least being social had been pretty fun?

[Open!]

justlurkinghere

There was dust on the bar top right where Derek normally stood. No, he didn't understand why that might be, but he was dusting it off with a rag.

Sometimes Fandom just had weird little whimsies. And sometimes he was pretty sure Tiny was just messing with him for some reason.

Tiny was a jerk.

begmetwice.livejournal.com

Of all weekends to explore the mainland. Of all weekends.

Irene had figured out how to download old radio broadcasts to her phone, and had spent the morning putting away her new clothes (Sherlock had marvelous taste, of course, but she did like to go shopping on her own) and listening. The stories she'd heard of collective insanity were clearly true, and while she was mostly concerned about what had happened to her own shop (and how anyone had gotten a key in the first place), she had to admit the whole thing amused her more than it should.

Possibly because she hadn't been involved. She might have found it a lot less funny if she'd been afflicted.

Once she arrived at the shop, Irene set to work trying to see if anything had been disturbed this weekend -- so far, nothing, but she also knew better than to think that what she was seeing superficially was accurate. She was already planning on spending the afternoon checking what sorts of calls had been made from the phone, whether the cash drawer was off, and checking the inventory. (Particularly the edibles, since that sounded like what had been used this weekend, if anything from her normal inventory.)

Honestly, she was already a paranoid sort of person, and her new shop being affected by some sort of oddness and Irene herself being unaware of it put her ill at ease, even in the wake of how funny she found all of this.

[open shop is open!]

locointhecoco

So it didn't take long for Pinkie to realize that letting her new twins out into the world was maybe
not the best plan she'd ever come up with.

Sure, that realization could have come when she was quizzing them on the names of her friends and they absolutely refused to call Derek anything other than "the grumpy one", but Pinkie had never been the brightest crayon in the chandelier.

And honestly, she wasn't super great at problem solving, either. Which would be why she was reacting to her plan turning into the probable destruction of Fandom in the quest for fun by slumping in an exaggerated puddle on a bench in the corner of the park, clutching a sad, deflated balloon and moaning intermittently.

( Will the real Pinkie Pie please stand up? )

[ooc: preplayed with the delighful

furnaceface,

bluhblahbluh, and

justlurkinghere. Establishing post!]

justlurkinghere

Derek didn't think he could call in 'sick' to work considering what he was. Also, it was probable a good idea to have at least some time apart form Stiles, right? Right!

Which was why he was watching the clock all night.

Don't you judge him.

[[OCD free because my arms hurt]]

justlurkinghere

The DJ was back to his old tricks, playing Barry White and only Barry White when Derek arrived at work for the evening.

Derek was seriously considering if the whole morality thing was worth it when he could probably dispose of the DJ's body easily enough.

Tempting. So tempting.

newroutines

Oh, Friday night. Mike had looked forward to this all week. Just because it meant the start of the weekend, not because he had any particular glee at showing up for his shift. Not that he didn't enjoy it here! He did. He'd just had another long week.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Bird Feeder
Black Feather
Crow's Nest

Yeah, Mike didn't know, either. Easter was... birdlike?

[ooc: no ocd because I dun feel like it!]

robinonadderall

If you doubted portal lag was a thing then Stiles Stilinski would like to prove you wrong. He was never going to get used to the whole weird time difference thing, especially when you leave a place in the early hours of the morning after no sleep and then get to your destination only to find the sun hasn't even gone down completely yet. As if his sleep schedule wasn't messed up enough already. And that layover in what he and Isaac guessed was probably some area of France (languages weren't their strong point) hadn't helped things at all.

So now he was getting coffee with as much espresso as they would allow, still wearing the dirty clothes he went out into the woods with Scott in and was looking up stuff on his phone. First bardo then werecoyotes and then he got mixed up and googled werebardos. Which wasn't a thing, for the record.

He needed sleep.

[Open! I'm bored]

justlurkinghere

With everything as normal as things got, Derek was more than happy to be at work. Ish. Look, it was better than being a wolf there, okay?

Way better.

He frowned down at a piece of paper that would be shoved away should anyone approach, but he was very intent on it. Damn this survey. Damn it. He was having to think a lot.

justlurkinghere

Since the bartender was currently a wolf, Tiny was behind the bar tonight. And there was a wolf at the door to look surly at anyone underage. Maybe growl a little.

Derek was either really dedicated to his job or couldn't get the door to the mansion open. Odds were on the latter.

Damn his lack of thumbs!

[OCD FREE!]

robinonadderall

Stiles had a restless night, so at first he wasn't phased by the fact he had to blink a few times in order to try to make out the words on his computer. But when the words on the screen were still a jumble a minute later he became more worried.

Maybe it was that weird thing that was going on. The weird Fandom thing. With the nose bleeds and the alternate universes. He was from an alternate universe where he couldn't read. Only problem was his nose wasn't bleeding. And the fact that he knew his nose should have been bleeding told him that this wasn't Fandom. Something else was wrong with him.

Well he wouldn't be getting much work done today.

justlurkinghere

After class, Derek was more than happy to get to his other job and relax a little. He smiled and waved over at the DJ who was strangely attempting to hide behind his equipment.

Maybe he wasn't in the mood for friendly conversation.

Much like Tiny.

Derek was starting to get the sinking suspicion that maybe this bit of weirdness was all on him.

justlurkinghere

Derek wasn't about to let a few false starts of spring keep him from going running to work off some of the extra energy he had lately. Even if he had to work a little harder to avoid the muck out in the preserve, it was better than nothing.

Puppy Joe, on the other hand, was an adorable ball of white fluff on top and dingy gray/brown on the bottom.

Look, Derek didn't have the heart to leave the dog at home. It was worth the struggle giving him a bath later.

[open!]

throughaphase

Kitty was a little late to work, thanks to the fact that her dad had called right before she was supposed to leave, and she hadn't wanted to just push him off the phone right away. She didn't hear from him enough as it was.

Aaaand then she walked into the bar and found Tino wearing a cowboy hat. She was going to have to try and figure out how to ask if he was someone else today, or if this was just a thing he was doing today.

[Aaaand in Kitty's AU, Genosha never happened. We're going subtle for this one!]

robinonadderall

It was like Stiles subconsciously knew he wouldn't be making it into work on Friday because he felt the need to be there today. Or he was just bored and figured looking through police files was better than sitting around watching ~~porn~~ TV. This was way more productive. Kind of.

bitten_notshy

Jack was done with midterms, back from New York, and generally feeling almost human again.

It would be nice if the current batch of island weirdness hadn't been making him see (and hear, and, god forbid, smell) a pair of trolls periodically circling the dance floor in a long-running waltz, but he was never going to have anything. At least this time the DJ and Tiny admitted they could see the duo.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD.]

justlurkinghere

Derek had spent too much time on the mainland attempting to find tools to, ah, deal with the problem concerning Peter and his weird resurrection. Which was why he had an ax in a plastic bag.

And for some reason he felt this was a perfectly acceptable thing to bring with him into the restaurant while he waited on his massive food order.

In his defense... there really was no defense for this. But he was waiting patiently for his food. Which was odd because this place wasn't busy. What was the hold up?

[[Open!]]

solarhippie

Just like a portal had appeared in the park on Saturday morning, one now appeared late on Monday again. But whereas the first portal had sent children of various ages and parentages tumbling onto the island, this one sent out a call that all said children had to heed.

It was time to say goodbye and go home.

justlurkinghere

So, the thing that happens when you shave for a long time and then stop? That was happening to Derek right now. Because his chest was the itchiest goddamn thing ever.

"What?" he demanded of a deeply unimpressed Tiny. All while still scratching.

Tiny just shook his head and went back to the door. Gnome loving bastard.

robinonadderall

Stiles had waited until his second shift at the station to start digging through old cases. He was very proud of himself for his restraint. And the island's cases had the weird benefit of occasionally offering up live sound bytes of the case in question! Awesome and slightly scary. If he hadn't known other people were also hearing weird crap he would have chalked it up to the nemeton.

justlurkinghere

There was piano music in the club tonight. And no, the DJ was not playing it, but there it was nonetheless.

Yeah.

Derek was going to be giving everything a suspicious look tonight. Everything

[[Goin' OCD free!]]

bitten_notshy

"I'd be more afraid of OH GOD HORSE WHY DID YOU LET ME GET THIS DRUNK?"

The voice that greeted Jack as he took his place behind the bar sounded a lot like Bo, but he couldn't see or smell her anywhere. But a phantom conversation between Bo and -- somebody, Jack didn't know the voice -- kept playing out in scraps throughout the early afternoon: something about whiskey, humanoids, and a seven-pointed star, whatever that was.

And behind it all there was the hysterical laughter Jack had to assume came from the horse on the dance floor he kept glimpsing out of the corner of his eye. On a normal day, he'd question whether horses could laugh, but adding in a chuckling stallion wasn't much when he was already hearing ghosts. (Or ... not ghosts, he supposed, given that Bo was very much alive, but Jack didn't know what else to call it.)

He got the DJ to put on even louder music than normal and focused on restocking the bar shelves, willing the shadows to go away.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD, wayback machine dialogue used with permission of

nookiepowered]

robinonadderall

Stiles was in a much better mood than the last time he had been at the coffee shop. His situation with Derek had been sorted out for the most part and he had been nightmare and weirdness free for a few days. So everything was pretty good. Which was weird.

Now he was sitting at the corner table at the Perk, hunched over his laptop and earbuds in. He had a special little project going on that involved a lot of research and attempting to get in contact with his own Derek or, ugh, Peter for information. He really hoped he wouldn't have to call Peter. Such a creeper.

[Post is open!]

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