fandomtownies | Entries tagged with didi

raven-unhollow.livejournal.com

Raven prowled through the streets of Fandom, keeping a wary eye out for any villagers foolish enough to be out by themselves (herself excluded, of course) or those who had gone hollow. She was also looking for any of these new visitors to the island she'd both sensed and heard about. Some of them felt...familiar in a way, though she couldn't really explain how -- due either to her empathy being turned down by choice or tiny fragments of her memory drifting away. If they were friend, she'd direct them to the village and safety. If they were not, well, she'd deal with that, too.

She didn't want to get her hopes up that it was help. Hope had long since evaporated, the last traces of it gone after she'd lost Karla. Now it was just protection and survival.

[Open to any villagers, transplantees, hollows, monsters, whomever!]

deathof-you.livejournal.com

Death belonged to the graveyard now, and the graveyard belonged to her.

She reshaped it to her whims -- turning the grass red on a whim before replacing it with thistles an hour later. Growing tall, fragrant trees that attracted strange birds, then crushing those same birds midsong with greedy hands. Sometimes, she raised the corpses and made them dance until their bones fell apart, or (if she was lucky) drew in somebody even more fun to play with.

On most days, this was the only life she could imagine.

On her best days, she knew this hadn't always been her. That before the island's plague began to twist her, she'd been much more than this. There'd been duty and siblings and friends and a sense that things made sense.

Today wasn't one of her best days. Today was a day for singing a song no one on earth had heard for centuries, and thinking wistfully of the dirty-copper flavor and sticky slickness of blood.

[OOC: Mostly establishy because late,but open if anyone wants SP.]

living_endless

Didi had been off-island for a few days, accompanying Delirium on one of her adventures.

It had gone well. Or about as well as anything did when Del was involved. (Didi could have done without the half-day they'd spent sifting through a marsh bare-handed to find a trinket Del had dropped, which she insisted was the last relic of a long-forgotten invertebrate civilization that had once thrived on a planet far away.) Anyhow, she was back now, with only a few chicken feathers dotting her wavy cloud of hair to show anything had happened at all. It was a relief to go back to dusting the bottles.

[OOC: Open post/bar]

living_endless

Didi spent her shift cleaning out the storage locker, which meant a lot of taste-testing the dustiest and weirdest bottles to see if they were worth keeping.

Her conclusion was largely "no," with a side of "liquor companies are weird."

[OOC: Open bar/post.]

living_endless

Didi had seen Mocktail on cable the night before, so she was working on improving her fancy Tom Cruise bartending skills. It seemed like they might be useful to entertain anybody
who came in today to get away form their guests.

She gave it up after a half-full bottle of pumpkin spice vodka flew out of her hand and hit Tino in the forehead.

[OOC: Open bar/post, feel free to mod your service if you want.]

living_endless

Didi hadn't had much to do that morning, so she got to the coffee shop a little early for her plans with Kanan. As far as she was concerned, that was perfect -- it gave her plenty of time to settle in, to sip slowly at a cup of Earl Gray and daydream while she people-watched.

It had been a while since she made a point of spending time with anyone new. It was nice to have it to look forward to.

[OOC: Primarily for one, but open.]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

[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.

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

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 sometime.]

living_endless

There were the beginnings of a chill in the air as Didi got to work that night -- more the idea of fall to come, than autumn itself. And she had cases of cranberry ale and pumpkin spice vodka to unpack.

In a few weeks, she'd be as tired of pumpkin spiced things as anyone. But that night, it was nice to pour a shot of the vodka into a mug of warmed milk and nurse it as she went about her business.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

living_endless

Didi wasn't sure why the zombies were doing a Beatles medley today, but they were and she was at work and so she was stuck listening to it.

It turned out "Hey Jude" held up even if all the lyrics were replaced with the word brains.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD. Come drink and enjoy the zombies', uh, "talent."]

living_endless

While purple jello had been raining outside the dorms, purple jello shots had been raining inside the bar. Or at least, that was the only explanation Didi could come up with for the tiny purple-filled plastic cups littering every table and large swaths of the floor.

She couldn't even venture a guess as to how they'd all landed on their bottoms, without so much as spilling a drop.

She made a sign on the bar's chalkboard -- End-of-Summer Special: Free Grape Jello Shots -- and settled in behind the bar to see who would take advantage of it.

living_endless

Didi noticed the scent of roses that accompanied the island's return to its home dimension as soon as she left her house. (It made for a nice distraction from wondering where exactly Tamsin had gotten off to.) By the time she made it to the bar, there was a black rose tucked behind one of her ears, and a white one poking out of her bag. They didn't come from anywhere in particular: Like so many of the Endless's personal possessions, they simply Were.

She twisted the flowers absently through the day, enjoying their silky petals against her fingers in between the mundane work of running the bar.

The bartender was in, and more than usually sympathetic.

[OOC :Open bar/post. Almost done spamming!]

wildandbrave

It seemed that one of the elements that needed to be found was a representation of kindness, so by definition it was likely a foregone conclusion that a group would assemble to look for it.

( If they could figure out what it looked like, at least. )

[OOC: Establishy. Chalk up another Element of Harmony found!]

living_endless

The girl had no idea who she was or where she was, and somehow that was all right. She'd wasted the previous day with a long ramble along the beach gathering shells. It was morning again now, and she had a park, some stale bread for the ducks, and a bench to perch on.

She felt a nagging sense there was some important duty she was neglecting, some echo of a memory telling her this was not all right. She tossed another crust of bread at a fat duck and watched the flamingo try to intercept it, and decided she didn't care in the slightest.

[OOC: Open park/post!]

living_endless

The band had a new drummer this week. (The last one's arms had finally fallen off in a way all the duct tape in the world wouldn't fix; he sat on the edge of the stage, arms balanced in his lap and a sullen expression on his face.)

Didi wouldn't have had any particular opinion about the changes to the band, except the new drummer was exuberant and insisted on playing VERY LOUDLY. Which made all the other zombies start playing more loudly to keep up.

It was a good night for earplugs at Caritas. Ask nicely, and Didi would even give you a pair.

[OOC: Open bar/post, sorry so late!]

living_endless

Didi badly wanted to be off exploring the planet Fandom had landed near most recently. Even from across the causeway it looked positively vibrant.

But as that wasn't an option during her shift, she contented herself at the bar creating space-themed cocktails. Eventually, she got draw into an argument with Tino over whether she did or did not still work at the bar. It was surprisingly hard to persuade him that she did; he kept saying he hadn't seen her in months, like that meant something.

[OOC: Open bar, open post.]

furnaceface

Some days were 'feed the ducks' days.

Not for any particular reason, really. Sometimes Jono was feeling a bit down, sometimes he just wanted to get out of the house and stretch his legs. Today's reason wasn't either of those things. He already was stretching his legs, enjoying an afternoon jog, when on his way along the path by the pond he realized it had been a while since he'd just sort of taken a seat on the bench and enjoyed the quiet that the park had to offer.

Well, the relative quiet, anyway. Ducks squabbling with one another for a piece of bread were hardly silent.

Either way, he'd made a quick detour, stopped by T&C for a small loaf of bread, and then made his way back to the park to do just that. The ducks didn't seem to care either way about the man on fire, at least. They were far more interested in the food he was tossing their way.

[OOC: Just wanted a little fluff today. The park is open!]

suitably_heroic

The mayor had ordered anyone who liked party planning to the community center to, well, plan a party.

Just to make that point clear, she'd also pasted a giant sheet of paper on the front door, with the specific text from Special Collections photocopied up top, and a message underneath:

WE NEED TO WARD THIS STUFF OFF WITH A PARTY
A KID'S CHRISTMAS PARTY
MAKE IT GOOD
(DON'T SKIMP ON THE BOOZE)

[[ for team party planning! ~~wait for the~~ ocd up. ]]

furnaceface

Jono could make himself available in his office today, but the truth of the matter was, he would really rather claw out his own eyes than spend a day sitting at his desk waiting for somebody to come along to grill him on what he was teaching their little darlings. Besides, he had a business to run, here. There was a new Janet Jackson album out yesterday and instead of getting any copies of that in, his supplier had shipped him double copies of the new Trivium album.

Which... hey... great. He had no doubt he could sell them all given enough time and maybe some kind of dedicated metal marketing strategy. The band had never really wowed him, but... somebody had to like them, right?

Anyway, he'd left a map on his office door back at the school directing anybody who might care to talk to him to come out here, where he was aggressively hunt-and-peck typing e-mails back and forth to his supplier. No, extra copies of the new Sevendust album weren't going to get Janet on his shelves, either. And he was sure Avicii was great, but... Janet? Please?

No he didn't need a life-sized cardboard cutout, just send him the bloody albums!

...

Okay, the cutout couldn't hurt, either.

[OOC: Idek. Open!]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!

living_endless

Tino's bucket collection had grown overnight; now he had two buckets instead of one. The three of them -- Tino and the buckets -- all seemed very happy together.

Didi reassured him that they were very cute buckets indeed and then backed away to polish the other end of the bar for longer than was strictly necessary. She loved everybody, sure, but some people were just weird.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

living_endless

The Perk had way too much coffee today. Caritas, on the other hand, had not nearly enough of anything. The beer taps had allrun dry, and the usually bottom less shelves of liquor and mixers had found their bottoms. Didi wasn't entirely sure whether it was Fandom weirdness or a natural problem,but the end result was the same.

Tino took off for a liquor store on the mainland, while Didi cut up a lemon and made a giant vat of lemon water. The sign outside the bar today read:

Sorry, No Drinks Today!
(Karaoke stage open as usual!)

[OOC: Open club,no OCD!]

living_endless

Tino's shot glass artistry had progressed over the last 24 hours, and he was now amusing himself by building towers so high that he had to stand on a stool to reach the top.

Didi encouraged him to be nice, but she mostly just hoped he didn't expect her to sweep up the glass when one fell.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

living_endless

Didi was having a perfectly passable day at the bar, though not without a few Fandom diversions. There was the seaweed she kept picking out of her hair for no apparent reason, and the shark gummies swimming laps in the shots in the bar fridge ... oh, and the pile of sand on the karaoke stage. That was new.

She didn't remember the zombies wearing Hawaiian shirts before, either.

She was starting to get the feeling the whole bar wanted to be at the beach, and she couldn't blame it. She loaded up the margarita machine, asked the zombies to play a Beach Boys medley, and pretended she was close enough to smell the ocean.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

living_endless

Caritas had a rainbow theme today. Flags hung from the bar and walls, and Didi had decorated her top hat with a rainbow ribbon. She was in a resoundingly good mood as she polished the bar and watched for customers. She didn't care so much what marriage meant; it wasn't so long ago by her reckoning that it had been more about cementing family alliances than anything else. But love? Love was eternal, and love was worth celebrating.

A sign outside the bar read, Special: Free Rainbow Jello Shots. Didi was going to blame Tino for that one.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

living_endless

The zombies were dressed in their spiffies rags today, and a glance at the sign topping the merchandise table to the side of the stage showed why.

CD RELEESE PARTY, it read. FEECHERING HIT SINGLES "BRAINS" AND "GRRR ARRRGH".

Didi was going to spend the rest of her shift wondering how they'd found a studio to record in. Musicians might not be the most hygienic people on earth,but they were still normally a little cleaner than zombies.

[OOC: Open bar, open post. I meant to hit the post button like four hours ago and then life happened.]

furnaceface

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

living_endless

Didi loved the Friday before holiday weekends. Everyone seemed more relaxed. Somehow, it even happened on the island -- where it wasn't like most people worked a five-day week to start with. And because Memorial Day marked the start of summer, it was even better: The anticipation in the air was electric.

She made up some lemonade-based cocktails and sipped one of them slowly as she sat at the bar, pretending she was already on the beach.

[OOC: Open post, open bar!]

furnaceface

As one of, what, possibly three people on the island who hadn't been affected by Fandom's whims over the weekend, Jono was actually in a fairly decent mood today. And why shouldn't he be? The last time he'd found himself twenty years older thanks to Fandom's whims, he'd had a pair of boots thrown at his head.

Still and all, he'd been terrible at opening the shop over the weekend anyway, and had decided to make it up tonight by not only opening the Groovy Tunes, but also putting a 'buy one CD, get a second one free' sign up in the window in an attempt to attract customers.

Who knew? Maybe he could introduce the island's population to something they'd never heard before. That was always fun.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

ihuntkillers.livejournal.com

Jasper woke up face down in the sand. It wasn't a very appetizing breakfast. He eventually rolled onto his back and had to hold up a hand to block out the sun. Squinting, Jasper sat up and tried to figure out how he'd gotten there.

He remembered this weekend and that he'd been older and...vague. He remembered the sea of older faces but he couldn't find anything about who he'd been twenty years from now. For him, it was far easier to dismiss some sort of weird time travel than to grapple with not knowing what he'd be in the future. Last night, he'd remembered walking in the shadows, watching...someone? Something? He'd been trailing someone, that was a definite, but he didn't know why. He remembered thoughts of exhilaration and relief but why? Had he -- ?

No. No, he wasn't going there.

Instead, he spit some more sand out and pulled his knees up. Maybe he'd just soak up the scenery and try and forgot that he'd possibly turned himself into Dear Old Dad. Billy would be so proud.

Damn straight.

And what the crap was this Jazz stuff? Ugh.

[Open place and post. Jasper didn't become any sort of killer this weekend but I kept it vague to freak him out and to not know how his canon turns out.]

Current Mood: confused

living_endless

Devil's Nest wasn't the only bar in town with a prune juice problem this week. It also hit Caritas, and Didi had two crates of the stuff (and one of prune soda) to deal with when she finally came to work after her stop at the beach party.

She poured herself a glass of the soda and took a tiny sip. It tasted purple.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

bigdamnprincipal

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom tended to be a creative ~~and violent~~ lot.

As the sun went down, the tiki torches came out, so there was no rush to head back indoors. It was time for an evening of fun!

[Here is your pre-reunion party! *boogies*]

living_endless

It was Didi's first shift at her new job, and she was spectacularly excited to be there. She was all over the bar: making Tino show her how to mix cocktails, getting the zombies' (un)life stories, arranging the liquors on the bar shelves to be as pretty as possible.

She'd probably settle down if she had a client Tino couldn't help.

[ooc: I am plum exhausted so any responses will be SPy, I'm afraid. Feel free to mod your service.]

living_endless

It turned out that saying you were going to arrange things in your Realm so you could spend more time on a particular version of earth was much easier than doing it. By the time Death had negotiated the details with her other aspects to ensure no creature in the multiverse would die unattended while she was preoccupied, several weeks had passed since Didi's last visit to Fandom.

She had a bit of a history with the park in the island, so she bought some bread and went there as a way to pass time while she figured out what to do next. If she was sticking around for a while, she'd want a job and a place to stash her stuff, even if she didn't strictly need either.

But there was no rush on any of that. For now, there were ducks and flamingos to feed, and the sunlight on her bare shoulders to appreciate. It was enough.

[OOC: Open post!]

throughaphase

With the new semester and new people on island, and also a holiday that just so happened to fall on Kitty's shift, those were as good excuses as any for a party. Plus they got to do so with margaritas and nachos, and who didn't like margaritas and nachos?

Tino was at the bar if anyone just wanted to hang out there, but the back room was where the people were. Hopefully. Shut up, Kitty totally still didn't get paranoid no one would show up, really.

justbeingbay

Bay had picked up just enough about the weirdness going on to know she wanted no part of it. She'd mostly stayed in the relative safety of her room, sketching and listening to music.

In other words, it wasn't that different from any other weekend.

But by Sunday afternoon, it was clear the weird wasn't either dangerous or affecting her. Going out seemed relatively safe. It was in a vaguely melancholy mood that she took a shortcut through the graveyard and spotted a pretty, petite dark-haired girl with wicked eye makeup.

"Hey," Didi said cheerily. "What's up?"

"Getting something to eat," Bay said. "I don't know you, do I?"

Didi smiled at her. "You don't, but I know you."

That weirded Bay out more than a little, but it was clear the Goth chick wasn't any kind of a threat. And, as they kept talking, it turned out Didi was right -- and had some helpful advice to boot.

[OOC: Open post with minor OCD to come!]

furnaceface

It was early evening, and Jono, being somewhat twitchy after realizing that the island was doing something strange again, had decided that he needed some fresh air. Sure, 'fresh air' seemed to translate to 'coffee.' Was that really so wrong, just so long as he was going to sit in the park while he drank it?

Never mind that it was too late in the day for coffee, please. He'd actually stopped by J,GoB for a few bagels, and a coffee just seemed like the thing to get for himself, at the time.

The bagels, of course, were for the ducks.

Jonothon had a bit of a history, when it came to feeding ducks in the park. Sometimes, it was nice to just sit alone and toss them a few crumbs between thoughts. These days, it was a little bit like brooding, but with some of the edge filed off. And he was quite alright with that, thank you.

[Open!]

living_endless

It was a sleepy Didi at work today. She'd stayed at Drake's wake too late, not drinking but watching everyone enjoy themselves.

It was, she thought, everything Drake -- or anyone -- could ask for, by way of saying goodbye. She was glad to have been there.

She started work on a display of school supplies. The scent of erasers and notebook paper was oddly soothing.

Squishy flavors: Apple, Cinnamon, Red

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

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

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

furnaceface

Jono had new clothing, Jono had a guitar, and Jono had brought little Hendrix-the-fish to work with him today. Partly for company, partly because he didn't want Hendrix to make a graceful leap out of his little fish bowl during the course of his shift without any possibility of rescue. He wouldn't have been terribly pleased to come back to his room to find a petrified goldfish on the floor, after all.

He strongly suspected that Aquaman wouldn't have been terribly thrilled, either.

At least, he supposed, he could spend the day playing music as he always did, and he could pass that off as... bonding. Music lessons or some such rot.

Groovy Tunes is open. And maybe a little fishy.

[And OCD-free, and I'm heading out for... quite possibly the entire day, so mod your Groovy Tunes as you see fit, or expect great SP justice if you want a Jono.]

living_endless

Didi wasn't sure she needed to go to work today; she wasn't even certain the store would be there.

But it was, and she went about her morning tasks with the fervor of a girl who needed a distraction. When she was done, she sat on the stoop outside the shop, arms wrapped around her legs.

It still felt good to breathe clean air.

[OOC: OCD went out for a newspaper and never came back.]

living_endless

Didi was still thoughtful at work today. It might have been -- stupid, arrogant, whatever, but she hadn't really realized how close she came to physically dying until Jono confronted her about it in the library.

She knew she was going to have to leave -- that was how the Death on Holiday thing worked. She even knew it would probably be soon. She hadn't let herself think about the people who'd stay behind.

She didn't have it in her to make much of a sign for the window today.

Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Orange Lazarus, Red

[OOC: Open.]

living_endless

It was another Monday, so Didi was back at work, cheerfully restocking shelves with salad dressing. She'd put a salsa record on the sound system, and her hips shimmied in time with the music as she worked.

Her sign the week before had felt like a success, so she'd put a modified one in the window today.

Confused about life?
Talk to Death
Cost: Ten cents or one good joke.

Squishy flavors: Washington Watermelon, Lincoln Lemonade, Jefferson Jackfruit

[OOC: No OCD, come as you are.]

living_endless

Didi was a bit distracted as she arrived at the coffee shop to meet Karla. She'd realized when she looked at her calendar that Jono was turning 19 today, and she had no plans at all for what to give him. She'd have to come up with something special quickly.

She pondered that as she sipped her tea, watching people pass along the street outside.

[OOC: Didi's here for Karla, but the Perk is open for your other coffee needs!]

living_endless

Didi arrived at work today cheerful and full of plans that she'd made following her conversation with Jono yesterday.

It was scaring Apu.

She put not one, but two signs in the window today:

Confused about the Weekend?
Talk to Death.
No, really
Price: Ten Cents or one good joke

and

Squishy Flavors: Pineapple, Kiwi, Beef Gravy

She settled in attentively behind the counter. She'd heard something on the radio about a new owner of the shop, and she was curious to meet her new boss.

mania-endless.livejournal.com

Del was feeling a little restless on her first day at work, and weirdly enough, it wasn't because of the job, no; she felt like she needed to be somewhere else. Maybe she could send some fishies to look for Dream? She wasn't sure she could pick up his presence of the island, mainly because it had never occurred to her that the Endless could do that -and since they had the sigils for a reason, the youngest Endless had forgotten that fact-. But she had to stay put and do her job. Delirium working would usually imply her chasing very visible music notes at the back of the store, but not today. Today she was bouncing behind the corner, looking at the door unsure of what to expect. She could totally leave a fishie on charge, they were so smart!

And yet she doubted the fishie would be able to give change to the costumes.

All in all, Groovy Tunes was open.

[Open store is open, but interactions would happen after Del/Didi/Dream interaction~]

fh_beasties

The stone wasn't alive but it was, in some small sense, aware.

Centuries ago, it had been hewn from the side of a mountain and inscribed with secret words by one with both magic and a deep and abiding sense of love. The words had infused it with power and, as far as a medium-sized stone can manage it anyway, a sense of determination. One might even say stubbornness.

The light of the stars in Fandom's sky had awakened it and it had a job to do.

It sent tendrils of power sliding across the island, searching out the people who lived here and more, the people who had once lived here. They were still bound, still connected, to the island, and the stone used those connections to send its power far across the multiverse.

The power didn't demand, and it didn't threaten. It was calm and subtle and warm, like a tropical breeze, sliding through people's consciousness (or trying to, in any event; Fandom seemed to have more than its fair share of those whose minds stubbornly resisted the stone's influence) to draw out the memories of those they had loved and lost, inviting them to dream.

The stone was a straightforward sort of thing, with all the imagination one would expect of a medium-sized stone, so its message was also straightforward.

If you dream them, they will come.

It was a promise.

Pleased with itself, the stone settled into its task, secure in the knowledge that it could only be found by those it managed to entice into following the power's path to touch it.

[Glee! Ehem, yes. There's OCD for those who are coming to touch the stone and for those who want to find where the heck this weird power signature/feeling is coming from or where these people are going. Not that they'll find out, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

That people in the first thread went into the woods is FB (unless otherwise marked); touching the stone is NFB.]

living_endless

Didi sang to herself as she reordered the shelves today. It was a little weird (especially because she didn't sing that well) but it helped her keep the rhythm of her work without getting bored. It also had the side effect of annoying Apu.

Didi wouldn't admit how much she enjoyed that.

Squishy Flavors: Pineapple Paul, Berry Bartholomew, Grape Judas

Current Mood: devious

living_endless

Didi spent most of the morning trying to convince Apu that his calender wasn't wrong, and she really had switched her workday to Mondays for the rest of the summer.

Once he'd finally quieted down about that, it was time to put together a sales display of the leftover 4th of July stuff. She held back a few boxes of sprinklers for her own use, before making a sign:

50% Off All Fireworks!
15% Off Everything for Newbies!

Squishy flavors: Raspberry, Pineapple. Blueberry

[OOC: OCD is hanging out in the kiddie pool with a popsicle.]

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"I still can't get that song out of my head," Didi told Jono as they stood in line to buy tickets for Plaything Saga III. "It might be making me nuts."

She sounded cheerful, though, and why shouldn't she be? She had a week off, she her boyfriend, she was going to get popcorn, and a Disney movie guaranteed to make her sob like a little girl was on its way. The fact all of this was soundtracked to "Hungry Like the Wolf," and had been since her day at work yesterday, was a side note.

[OOC: For the boy! Unless somebody else is in a mood for Pixar.]

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Didi was cheerful as she restocked the shelves at T&C today. The store sound system had gotten stuck on a cheerful hits of the 80's station, Apu was in a good mood, and there were absolutely no crises in progress.

It might be too good to last, but Didi wasn't about to jinx the day by thinking that way. She'd sing along to Wham! instead.

Squishy Flavors: Duran Duran Durian, Katrina & the Watermelon, Toni Basil

[OOC: Open shop! OCD is such a pity, can't you understand?]

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