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"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.]

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]]

lovemykilt

Priestly was all set to move to New Gotham. He'd found himself an apartment, with two roommates who seemed like decent enough people and didn't look like his identical twins. One that even allowed exotic pets, so Stevesie wouldn't have to be abandoned to Dean's tender mercies. He had his class schedule for the fall semester, and a list of books and supplies to buy once he was settled in. He'd even managed to line up a couple interviews at local restaurants to work as a line cook and support himself through all of this crazy class-taking business. His financial aid paperwork was in order. His collection of novelty t-shirts was sorted and packed. His friends in Santa Cruz had all his new address information, and he'd confirmed that his cellphone would still work even when he was living in Dinah's dimension on a permanent basis.

He'd taken care of everything.

Except for one tiny detail.

"Fuck, who's going to run this place when I leave?"

( Thusly do I pass the Luke's management torch to another character )

Today's specials
Five alarm beef-and-bean chili
Fried okra
Whoopie pies

Luke's was open.

[this is Prieslty's last Luke's post before going onto alumni status. And it is OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

Kenzi had considered an 'apology special', but then decided FREE DRINKS IF I SET YOU ON FIRE would either scare people off or attract the wrong clientele. So:

POST WEIRD WEEKEND SPECIAL
AT LEAST WE WEREN'T IN A BALL PIT
$1 shots for everyone who got arrested or shot

bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com

Welcome back to the Black Swan Theatre.

Where The Screen Door was still on stage and, amazingly, the cast had not changed from the previous evening; none of the young ladies had gone missing in the night.

This, coupled with the general good mood of the Count today, made the actors relaxed and happier than they had been since the company had arrived in this strange little town.

Poor silly children, chuckled the Count as he sat in his office reviewing ledgers. He'd had a very pleasant night and the noises of the House that penetrating even this dark sanctuary today couldn't turn his spirits. There are far worse things awaiting...

He would be hungry again tonight, after all.

[The Boards is still the Black Swan Theatre. Come see the play or chat with the Count]

vdistinctive

The place might've once had a name -- might even still have one -- but as far as Eliot was concerned, it didn't need one. It had enough shadows to sink into after a job and the blackest coffee in town, and that was just fine for him.

You needed a hot drink after spending so much time in the dark and the rain. And if it came with a little bit of lonely, 3 AM atmosphere, so much the better, right?

not_every_mage

It was Sunday evening. Maybe in other, better cities people were waking up from the naps they took to sleep off Grandma's pot roast dinner after church. Maybe they were riding bikes under streetlights or swinging on suburban porch swings, counting fireflies.

But this was Fandom, and Fandom Sundays were a lot like any other day. Which meant the magic had to keep coming. Anders had an opening shift, which meant he had to sweep up the cigarette butts and wipe the sticky rings of dried hooch off the tables, and check to make sure all the props and sheet music were in order for the night. It was dumb, and dull, and more than a little gross, but it kept him on the owners' good sides and that was where he liked to be.

He fretted as he went through the routine of busywork. The kid, Elsa -- the chatter backstage was that she was up for a couple special jobs. She was way too young for anything like that, but Anders wasn't the type to stick his neck out, not when it would just give somebody like Angelface a perfect chance to slit his throat. Besides, Karla wasn't dumb. If anybody could going to keep Elsa pure, Karla could.

Once the club was in tip-top shape for the night, Anders went backstage to get into costume, chat with the girls, and wait for the show to begin.

notaweenie.livejournal.com

A high time was always to be had at George's Gin Joint. Barry "The Brain" Ween always made sure of that. The liquor was always pouring and the casino was always dealing and spinning depending on your choice of games.

And more importantly, the place was always open. You have to love a place like that!

So come on in for a good time and a complimentary drink. Surely you can't pass that up?

angelo_wings

Showtime. Rita couldn't keep the nervous shiver from her spine, every time that curtain went up. The band was warming up, and the tables were starting to fill.

She held her cigarette holder out (in one elegant gloved hand) for the nearest gentleman to light. Her dress was perfect, and so was her hair. She herself didn't take the stage until last, which gave her time to mill about the crowd and mingle.

The bubbly being poured was just soda, unless you knew the right palms to grease, and the lookers on stage were just singers, unless you really knew the right palms to grease.

Welcome to the Magic Box: where the magic happened.

(Wait for the OCD!)

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

Vic Morretti, the last honest cop in Fandom sat at her desk as the sound of raindrops hit the windows like the soft patter of morse code being sent from a beatnik on LSD.

She let out a long sigh. It was a tough beat to walk in Fandom. The only thing that kept her going was the nine slugs she had. Six were the lead bullets she kept in her revolver and the other three was the rotgut she kept hidden in her desk drawer.

She pulled on her shoulder holster, put her badge on her belt. "Mount up, Ralph. Time to bust some heads."

blondecanary.livejournal.com

After hanging out with Raven & Karla & Momoko for most of the day, Dinah held her breath and sent a text to Priestly.

Beach, in an hour?

And got a y in reply.

So. Sand, surf, wind, wheeling birds, sunset. Beach.

[ooc: for the BFF, but open for anyone wanting the beach after.]

nookiepowered

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

lovemykilt

Some men just wanted to watch the world burn.

Or, at the very least, a local business or two.

After what had been a particularly delightful -- if overwhelming and occasionally confusing, uncontrolled touch telepathy plus kinky sex would do that to a person -- evening, Priestly had been a bit late to rise. That didn't stop him from remembering Dinah's promise of setting something on fire, though.

The butcher shop was so desiccated by this point, it barely took more than a match. That didn't make it any less satisfying to watch the blaze.

And, you know, smash the occasional zombie piranha into it. For funsies.

[ooc: primarily for the literal partner in crime, but also open to any other lunatic out and about pre-finale. AUed butcher shop arsoned with permission.]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

"Mommy really should've marked our path back to our home sweet home, hunh?" Mia nodded vigorously, clutching onto Kenzi's hand. "So, if we don't find our new place, we're gonna get a new new place!"

Right, maybe it was this left, up the stairs? ... why the hell did this place have to have SO MANY stairs?

[ooc: so, so open, since the warehouse district is a little more populated than usual this week.]

peace_n_war

This couldn't be right.

Warren had done a few laps of the island after winding up unceremoniously deposited halfway down a set of stairs that he'd ever so gracefully tumbled down. He hadn't been hurt, of course, but his dignity had suffered a fair bit in the fall. It wasn't until he picked himself up again and looked around that he realized he probably hadn't just stumbled. He'd been about to blame the weird way the world around him seemed to twitch on the fall itself.

Now, stepping into a coffee shop that actually sold a decent coffee, he was pretty positive that that wasn't the case. His trek around the island had let him get a feel for how many things were unfamiliar, and how many things were familiar in a way he'd thought he'd never see again.

It was almost satisfying, seeing the way the barista inched away from him as he stepped up to the counter to order. Not that he meant to be intimidating.

... Okay, yes, he did. Either way, she probably didn't expect that he was just ordering a green tea, going by the look she gave him. He settled down at one of the tables, tea in hand, and looked out the window with a frown. This was definitely not the Fandom he'd woken up in this morning.

He hoped this was going to last.

[OOC: ... I missed this boy. Open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was taking a long lunch. Or, well, a long ice-cream break. Some days, you needed something like that to get through a hard work day.

"So, if I checked in on someone here, kinda as a social worker, would that be a bad thing, or a stupid thing?" she asked Sheba. "'Cause I might've done that yesterday."

[ooc: for the bff, but open for your ice cream needs.]

myownface

Sparks almost didn't come in to work today. After all, he was mostly sure that he was one of those misplaced people that everyone kept talking about, which really made him wonder about this other him with the wild hair and what Cade had insinuated to be a drug habit. His jobs were the same, at least, unless his counterpart was supposed to be the cleaning guy here or whatever, but so long as nobody else showed up for a shift today, he was just going to go about his usual duties.

Sorting stock. Running the till. Cleaning the place. Having a minor existential crisis.

The usual.

[Open, OCD-freeee.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was up early for her job at Social Services. She'd already done her usual jog around the island, gotten ready for work, and was now enjoying a chai and a muffin over her laptop.

She might have also been writing to Aunt Pam, but that was being put on hold in favor of the Radio podcasts.

[ooc: Dinah is now Dinah Redmond, non-meta social worker, from Opal, Missouri. Post completely open!]

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.]

newroutines

Mike thought he was handling things pretty well, all things considered. Sure, he'd been feeling like jumping Brooke since the first time he'd laid eyes on her this afternoon, and sure, probably the only thing keeping him from doing that was Adam's unexpected presence, and sure, he was having to do his best to a least act like it was cool that Adam was here...

But he'd been keeping it together, and he was still keeping it together now that the three of them were at Caritas for his shift.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
25% offf the price of your drink if you're traumatized
(by Fandom, not in general)

The specials board in no way reflected Mike's own feelings about the island right now. Really. Blame Tino.

lovemykilt

Priestly had homework. Priestly's kitchen staff was being extra helpful and barring him from the kitchen so he could actually get said homework done, here in the diner away from the distractions and destructions of Doctor Sexy, MD, and Stevesie the Red Panda.

Which would be why Priestly was currently attempting to build a tower out of silverware ala a house of cards.

The creamer accents were quite fetching, really.

Today's specials
Bacon cheeseburger on pretzel bread
Sweet potato fries
Banana split

Luke's was open ~~and OCD free~~.

furnaceface

Photocopy machines were the devil.

Jonothon had made a list on Saturday after the welcome picnic of things that he needed to do now that he'd been relegated to island life again in order to heal and, apparently, teach. It had started with making copies of the fliers that Karla had requested, moved on into writing a syllabus for his class and finally settling on a script for the autumn production at the Boards, and somewhere in there he was planning on picking up his cat from April. After all, it was looking like he was going to be stuck here for a while, and there was no sense in making her petsit Joni for much longer if he was here anyway.

He'd gotten a little hung up on step one, though. For a start, it had been nigh impossible to find a place on the island that would make literally thousands of copies of something on zero notice on a long weekend. It was a small island. Options were somewhat limited in that regard, and making a trek into Baltimore was right out. He could have used the school's resources, but even he couldn't condone commandeering the photocopier for an entire weekend, and he wasn't in any shape to try to stare down an office moose anyway.

Which meant that he had to use the ancient thing at the Boards, that had previously been used to copy off music sheets and the like. It was old, it was slow, and sixty-three paper jams, fourteen toner cartridges, every last package of printer paper for sale on the island, a 'PC load letter' error message that took him hours to decipher, and nearly two full days later, Jono was finally finished his task and wishing that he was back in Glacia fighting in the war. It seemed far less likely to kill him, at this rate.

He would worry about the rest of the things on his list some other time. For now, he was going to just sleep. Right there on the floor of his office at the Boards. Surrounded by cases of fliers and dreaming about throwing office equipment out of windows.

[OOC: I had to. Open for visitors, though availability will be spotty through the day!]

myownface

"What use is sitting alone in your room?"

Sparkle was cleaning shop at Demon Marcus today. With all the newbies running around, it wouldn't do to have the place a mess, after all.

"Come hear the music play!"

He'd already filled a box with empty hangers, and was now prancing around the store with a featherduster, alternating between actually using it and singing into the handle like it was a microphone.

"Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret!"

Just wait until it was time to break out the Windex.

[Open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had gotten in very late last night, which mean two things: 1) she hadn't heard Radio yet, and 2) she'd left a ~~handwavey~~ voicemail for Priestly before collapsing in 'Dite's suite.

So now she had a chocolate-chip muffin, a chai tea, and reason to wonder why the J,GoB workers seemed to be acting out a Telemundo soap opera. With subtitles.

[ooc: expecting a couple, but totally open.]

lovemykilt

It was the summer solstice, and it was absolutely gorgeous outside. Priestly spent the first part of the morning, when it was usually just the ~~NPC~~ regulars who didn't want pastries hitting up the diner for some nice eggy breakfasts, at a table set up right out front on the sidewalk, feet kicked up, soaking up the sun, and waiting for it to be a reasonable hour to call Zo on the west coast (earlier today than any other day, since he knew for a fact she'd be up before dawn just like he was, to catch sunrise). By 9:30 he was in the kitchen, setting the grill up to flame up nice and high (he was pretty sure even Fandom would frown on an actual bonfire in the kitchen, alas) and gathering together every fresh seasonal vegetable and fruit he could find.

The cook stayed out of his way. Less because he was respecting Priestly's little solstice celebration and more because he was convinced Priestly was going to burn his eyebrows off and wanted a good angle to record the action on his phone.

Today's specials
Asparagus stuffed chicken
Watermelon cucumber salad
Fried faery honeycakes*
* no faeries were harmed in the making of this product

Luke's was open.

bigdamnprincipal

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 - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

"My laugh is an evil laugh... Ha ha ha ha DIE!"

Tamsin twirled, jumped up on a park bench, then jumped off. Yesss, she was drunk. Yes, she was in a good mood.

That meant she was looking for a fight. Just as soon as she was done singing about dinosaurs.

[Violent vivid Valkyrie looking for entertainment. Open to anyone up for thrown words or fists. And maybe Death's Heads.]

solo_sword

There was no Jaina today, seeing as how Jaina was still in bed... and also a piece of red plastic intended for holding liquids. Made it hard to work, you know.

But there was a Tiny there, so come, people who had no idea what they were doing here! Come, people who were weirded out that their friends, family and acquaintances have all gone crazy! Drink!

Just not from Jaina, because ew. And also, she's not there.

trigons_child

Raven had come back to Fandom from Glacia with everyone else, but unlike some of the others, she was still completely her normal self. And blissfully unaware of any AU shenanigans as she woke up in the hotel and headed to the Perk for some tea.

[Open! May be SP at times because my town is having an Art & Wine Crawl...er, Walk, and I must go investigate. For Science!]

Current Mood: good

lovemykilt

The busboy and the dishwasher stood in front of the doors to the kitchen, arms folded over their chests, reflective sunglasses shielding their eyes. When Priestly tried to shoulder his way between them, the dishwasher held him back with a hand to his chest.

"Dude," Priestly said. "That's my kitchen."

"Not right now it's not," the busboy said, and Priestly was pretty sure he practiced making his voice go all deep when he was at home alone. "Cookie has a . . . surprise for you."

"Right. That's not ominous," Priestly said. "I could fire you guys, you know."

The dishwasher just smirked faintly.

"I could," Priestly insisted. "Virginia is an At Will state!"

Today's specials
I don't even know
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open. Priestly was sulking at the bar counter, and hoping the cook's "surprise" didn't involve anything explosive.

lovemykilt

Priestly's plan for the week had been to lounge around his apartment watching bad TV, but it turned out that Stevesie the red panda really had spent the whole time he was away eating all the food in the apartment (seriously, he even got into the freezer), so Priestly was instead lounging in the diner, ordering the kitchen staff around, and watching Netflix on his laptop.

First up, Paranormal.

"Ooo," said the cook, leaning over Priestly's shoulder. "Is this the one with the zombie girlfriend, or the elven bromance?"

"Neither," Priestly said. "It's the one where they go undercover at a burlesque show to stop an ancient Scandinavian sex demon."

"Did ancient Scandinavia have sex demons?"

"Probably not."

Today's specials
Good old fashioned Smörgåsbord
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

It had been made clear to Ron that there was a strange problem going about the island. This problem involved the sudden disappearance of many of the town's residents. Personally, he felt it was rather a matter of personal responsibility, but as the mayor he should make some effort to find them again.

And then advise them all to take some self-defense lessons. Because really now.

Anyway, he'd been scouting the woods for a while now. Rifle in hand, quiet, listening. Watching. So far? No hint of anything. Maybe they were all involved in a cult, like Communism.

...

There was a clearing. There was a very large clearing. Ron could not remember seeing this clearing on any maps. But it was there. And it was full of people-- in various stages of dress (and that dress varied from the weird to the bizarre)-- sprawled across the grass.

"Definitely a cult."

He cleared his throat and backed away. They could deal with... their own business.

[ this is your post-BDE wake-up post! injuries sustained during the BDE can be kept or discarded at your leisure. ]

lovemykilt

Priestly was more shuffling than walking by the time they made it to the diner from the Preserve, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. It was bright and sunny and pleasantly warm and most importantly not a monster-filled dungeon.

When he came in, the kitchen staff looked up from where they were sitting at one of the tables in the middle of the dining room, stacks of multicolored root vegetable chips laid out across it, fans of cards in their hands. The cook had the end of a carrot sticking out of his mouth like a cigar.

"Damn, boys," he said. "Looks like our break's over."

"All the food," Priestly said, slouching into a chair. "Make all the food, and then you guys can get back to your poker."

Luke's was open.

[ooc: no OCD, open to all those who need to feeeeeeed themselves.]

trigons_child

Raven had been planning to come to Fandom on Monday to see if she could speak to Anakin, but then she got Dinah's call to tell her that there was a child on the island that belonged to her...and to warn her who her father was.

After meeting Dinah and Alec at the hotel, she'd taken Alec out for a walk to get to know her. They'd ended up at JGoB because Alec wanted a cupcake (red velvet cake). So Raven took a seat and sipped at her tea, watching Alec draw on the coloring book they'd found for her (red was her favorite color there, too), and trying not to think of the bittersweetness of it all.

[Open!]

heromaniac

Momoko and Triela were in the basement gun range at the Atlas Gym. Finally. It had taken a while to jog the memory of the desk attendant to the fact that there even was one on the premises. There weren't really cobwebs, but the place definitely had needed a swift cleaning before Momoko would agree to even set her coat down. Triela had left her to the main area and gone to check the targets actually worked and that there were weapons and working equipment.

After everything was checked out (and it was all fine, if just un-used), Momoko had sent text messages to people to let them know where they were, and then the girls had proceeded to break out the guns!

Momoko looked around a bit as she easily loaded her Five-seveN. "I wonder why no one ever uses this place. It's actually kind of nice!"

[for anyone! Come talk to Momo or Triela or just shoot! Or, heck, be curious about why there are a bunch of ~~hot girls~~ people heading to the basement of the gym.]

toteshammered.livejournal.com

It being Finals week, it was, naturally, time for the Drama final. Of course, this being Fandom, pen-and-paper finals were hardly required, and so Thor had decided that the best thing to do was give a very practical final. In the form of a Christmas/Midgardian/Other-worldlyian holiday recital, naturally. He’d even managed to book time at the Boards for the occasion. And being a public space, it was of course open for anyone to come and watch.

And speaking of watching, yes, that'd be mistletoe hanging on the ceiling... just about any time anyone looked up. Have fun with that!
[ooc: Posted in Townies because... that's where it's taking place, that's why. Open, naturally, to anyone who feels like their day needs some pageantry! ~~PLZ WAIT FOR OCD.~~ OCD ALL DONE.]

nottrivial

Worried that all the glitter on the island had been used up at the dance or at yesterday's festivities? Worry no more! Because today's brunch possibly featured more glitter than the previous two days combined, though someone very intelligent had made it so that most of the glitter was located on signs and posters conveniently located out of most children's reach. Because no one wanted kids eating glitter.

The music was wolf-themed but quiet and non-scary enough to be kid-friendly. Though maybe it hadn't been the best idea to overinflate those wolf-shaped balloons.

Live and learn.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Inside the pantry (well, one of them):

"I do not have cooties. You have cooties." Dinah crossed her arms and pouted at Priestly. "And and and I could beat you at thumb wars!"

Someone's brilliant plan may have hit a snag.

glacial_queen

Sure, with the advent of wee tinies, some of the booths in this section of the park had changed, but the spirit was still the same. Edible glitter and pictures of the huggable werewolf decorated the new and exciting hugging booths (cootie shots optional), dunk tanks (swimmies not optional), and pie tossing books. There were plenty of games and activities to be distracted by in the main carnival, and hopefully little attention spans would remember to head this way before their favorite targets left.

[Post I | Hugging Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Toss | OOC]

glacial_queen

Today, when all the children awoke in their beds, they would discover a most joyous occasion! There was a carnival in town! A carnival just for them! All the rides and events were all child-safe and kid-friendly. Even the thematic decorations had become kiddified; no worries about nightmares from this little guy, huh? Didn't he look like fun? Don't you just want to give him a hug?

As for any remaining adults on the island, well...there was still a carnival, okay? Sure, the rides were a lot tamer and a lot brighter and you were possibly too tall to ride the them, but it was still a carnival! A carnival soon to be filled with the loud laughter of many, many children all hyped up on drinks and food that all listed 'sugar' as their prime ingredient!

Truly, this was a day of fun and laughter for all! And probably a night filled with headaches and belly-aches for most!

Huzzah!

[OOC is up and notifs are off! Food and Drink | Tables | Bumper Cars | Merry-Go-Round | Roller Coaster | Ferris Wheel | Bouncy Castle | Pony Rides | Tilt-A-Whirl | Train Ride | Paddle Boats | Fun House | Bobbing For Apples | Whack-A-Gremlin | Water Gun Races | Face Painting | Petting Zoo | Quiet Corner | Haunted Hayride | OOC | Post II]

hasadestiny

Glitter seemed to be a theme of the evening. There was glitter on the posters covering the walls, glitter on the plants printed on table cloths. Glitter on the fake full moon hanging in place of a mirror ball.

And of course, glitter on the banner hanging above the entrance.

Welcome to Homecoming 2012

Become a (wo)man.

Become a wolf.

Current Mood: excited

glacial_queen

Karla and Warren had left the dance early, but still managed to be the first ones at the restaurant--no thanks to Warren, to be certain. She let them in with her key, showed him her office where she worked keeping Priestly's books (including a stack of receipts she was sure he'd be proud of) and then let them into the dining area proper, flicking on lights as they went.

"Priestly's promised to cook for us," she informed Warren, pushing a few of the tables together. "Has he cooked for you yet? He's amazing! They should be here any moment! And then he can show you his freezer!"

It was more impressive than it sounded, Warren. Really.

[Posted for a merry group of people, but open!]

bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com

It wasn't safe for him to be out and about so soon after the jailbreak, so shortly after regaining his freedom right along with everyone else in detention. Especially not taking into consideration the fact that he hadn't been able to get his hands on enough leather to so much as fake a set of bandages, to keep the riot of flames pouring from his body hidden as he walked through the dark. But so help him, Jonothon hadn't seen the sunlight in three damn years, and he swore to himself, if he ever tasted freedom again, there was only one thing he knew for certain that he was going to do.

The rest of his life was up in the air, wide open with no direction to it at all.

But this morning he was going to stand on the beach and he was going to watch a sunrise. Just one. And then he'd get on with sorting out whatever was left.

[OOC: Open to Loyalist or Resistance, just bear in mind that the guy with the nuclear weapon for a chest will be not best pleased if you try to pick a fight before the sun is up!]

whenshewasnice

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

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

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

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

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

forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

furnaceface

Jono was feeling a little on the mellow side as he opened the doors to the Boards for his office shift, and the music that he was playing on the speakers, mostly a few smooth jazz Christmas songs, reflected that well enough.

Tickets for Friday's Winter Showcase were on sale now, though he was kind of grimacing at them and wondering how they were going to pull it together in less than a week, after the Nothing had stepped in and made absolute chaos of their rehearsals.

Maybe he'd just do more paperwork for Rinoa. That seemed like a safer bet than stressing about things that they'd be tackling tomorrow at rehearsal anyhow.

[Open!]

glacial_queen

Things were getting worse. Karla could feel it now, like an odd itching in her bones. She hadn't slept much or very well last night, disturbed by dreams of vague foreboding that she couldn't remember. Those feelings had only gotten worse when she'd gotten Dinah's message. After coming into the shop and absently cleaning up, Karla sat behind the counter, took a deep breath, and called Dinah back.

This was going to be ungood.

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

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

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

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

Current Mood: accomplished

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