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It was business as usual at Caritas tonight. The techno coming from seemingly everywhere at once made it feel like the whole building was alive – and its pulse was feverish. Impossibly beautiful people were around, waiting to mingle with customers. Every once in a while, some of them shifted their appearance in a wave of binary code into something targeted to be more appealing to a specific customer.

Towards the back of the lounge, there was an area for VIP customers only. The bar served drinks, sure, but back there? Some mind-to-cyberspace connections of questionable legality were on offer to those with the means to pay for them.

And Mike was behind the bar, but distracted, tapping his fingers nervously against the edge of it. He had his reasons. Just... don't ask. Not that anyone would want to. He wasn't looking too good. If you wanted someone who looked like they'd slept at some point in the last three days, you needed Tino.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]

uncertain_dume

It would be unfair to say that Kanan was in a mood today. He wasn't in a mood, damn it. He was just... wary. Not that he expected Darth Vader to pop out at any moment or anything. He was pretty sure the Emperor's protege had better things to do than lurk around this place, waiting for potential Jedi to come back from vacation. Not that he didn't think Vader wasn't going to send somebody to do just that if he had suspected Jedi activity on the island, either...

Basically, he'd seriously considered just not coming in to work today. Or ever again. Once they'd returned to the island, he'd actually gone to Portalocity again to try to shake them down for a portal home. Didn't even have to be a big one. He could leave the ship here, vanish from Gorse entirely once he was in the right damn galaxy, and pretend that the Expedient had been jostled somewhere between Gorse and Cynda and there just hadn't been anybody around at the time to watch as the load of baradium went boom. Easy.

Today's Specials:
Cider-Brined Pork Roast with Potatoes and Onions
Butternut Squash Soup with Ginger
Roasted Acorn and Delicata Squash Salad

The busboy set a cup of caf down in front of Kanan and he nearly jumped out of his own skin. Beyond that, the staff actually let him be. They'd been there when Vader had come in, too, and even they could see that there had been some issues, there.

[OOC: 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.]

uncertain_dume

Kanan came into work today to find the Luke's staff all speculating about what kind of teen they had each turned into the weekend before. Naturally, his mere presence was enough to have them all zeroing in on him.

Kanan stood there somewhat uncomfortably as they all threw around their suggestions.

"A circus freak," the dishwasher suggested, looking at Kanan speculatively. "Oh! Or a pirate!"

"No way," the busboy countered. "Clearly he was a regular student type. He's just overcompensating for years spent being boring, now."

This seemed to mollify the rest of the crew, who then went on to discuss just how many hours Kanan must have spent doing completely mundane things like homework and brushing his teeth before ultimately cracking and becoming the roustabout grouch that was standing before them today.

This suited Kanan just fine.

Today's Specials:
Smoky Turkey and Sweet Potato Chili
Pumpkin Spice Latté Tiramisu
Hot Cranberry Tea

"See, look! He's going back to his boring student roots by trying the pumpkin spice!"

Sure, yes. That was it.

[OOC: Open! And I'm around allllll day.]

bigdamnprincipal

Hopefully, everyone still had a little socialization in them yesterday after the mixer. There was still plenty of Tamsin's booze reserves to be shared, which would go nicely with all of the breakfast foods being served.

Each of the tables had a pot of coffee as well, just in case that was needed. There was no glitter in the coffee, promise.

[Arrive/Mingle | Food and Drinks | Tables | Edges of the Park | OOC]

electrocynic

Sarah could've stayed in London a little longer. And maybe she even should've. But the older she got, the more she preferred to leave while things were still nice. Or at least relatively okay. So Boxing Day rolling around? Pretty much time to jet. Or, portal.

Which she had.

As anyone with eyes (who happened to be around – Fandom felt like a ghost town right now by Sarah's estimation) could see from the simple fact of her cigarette-smoking form walking through the park right now, a bag slung over her shoulder. There was also a scarf with an old-school superhero comic sound effect print around her neck.

Don't ask. It was Jenny's fault.

[ooc: Open, yes.]

suitably_heroic

Another morning back in Fandom, another headache from fruitlessly arguing with Mical about stuff, and blah blah tired. He should probably go home and sleep it off, but he was still too wired from the recon mission he'd been on - sorry, 'exploratory assignment because we're not in the military, Atton' - so coffee it was, instead.

Probably better if he stayed up until regular sleeping time, anyway.

So Atton was sitting near the front of the Perk, nursing a very large cup of coffee, wearing a Jedi outfit that was equal parts armor and robe. (Unlike Anakin's generation, the Jedi of Atton's day did not often mess around when it came to protecting their inner organs. Funny, that.) It only made him look a little out of place. You know, for Fandom standards.

[[ open! ]]

electrocynic

Sarah was back. Shocking no one.

Well, the barista might've been a little taken aback that she ordered tea instead of her usual monstrously black coffee. But that was a minor detail, and also that barista was clearly too sensitive for his own good if he was that shocked by a minor change.

Sarah and her tea took a seat by the window, and settled down to watch the street. Come on, Fandom. Be interesting.

[ooc: Open post/Perk/whatever!]

suitably_heroic

It was a quiet week back home-- or rather, all the jobs that had to be done were diplomacy jobs, and for some reason, Mical kept those from him. Couldn't figure out why. (Same went for Mira, actually, so it wasn't like Atton was going to take it personally.)

Anyway, that left him with too much spare time. There was only so much he could do in his apartment: sleep, eat pizza, watch terrible holos...

...okay, that actually did keep him busy for a while.

In fact, he was decidedly squinty-eyed as he showed up to the Perk and bought himself a ridiculously strong coffee. "For class," he'd explained, in as much as that was an explanation.

Now he was sitting down, cradling that coffee like it was an Important Artifact, glaring at The Outside in general like it had done something to his mother. Whatever. Life.

[[ open! ]]

myownface

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

justwantedfriends

If anyone had somehow been under the impression that the Student Council's glitter reserves had been used up at the dance last night, they would quickly realize their mistake upon arriving at the park. There were a few punkish decorations from the dance scattered around the tables - somewhere under the glitter there were, in fact, tables - and thankfully the weather was warm and not very breezy.

Welcome to your last day of Homecoming, folks!

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

It was another brightly sunny day today, with a few clouds scattered across the sky above, and the flamingos were out in full force, congregating by the edge of the pond to watch the events that were going on in the park today. When the park got busy, food tended to be involved in great quantities, and several of the large pink birds were hoping that maybe somebody would throw some shrimp their way.

Wouldn't you like to, parents and assorted other visitors? Ignore the glitter and the people food, stop talking to those ridiculous teenagers you were here to see, and come pay attention to the birds!

Or don't. It wasn't like the flamingos could do anything about it, anyway.

[Open brunch is open!]

newroutines

Yeah, some shit had been going down in Beacon Hills again and while Mike had exactly no details, he didn't really feel comfortable. He was pushing his worry down but that just made it feel like an itch in the back of mind. Sometimes repression wasn't his best game.

So he was quizzing Tino about whether the island had ever had a strip club. That was his way of making himself feel better. Tormenting Tino was a widely accepted pastime, right?

electrocynic

Look who'd finally made it back after dealing with a birthday age crisis (and also a Spain getaway with a BFF who didn't seem to understand said age crisis) off-island! Yeah, Sarah, that's who. And since operating a coffee machine right after coming home seemed like too much of a chore, she was sitting by a window at the Perk, enjoying a nice cup of coffee made by someone else, and a donut.

A small donut, though. Because she thought she could still feel the cake Jenny had gotten her in Spain. Jenny might have had some less than desireable qualities, but her taste in pastries was not one of them. Or maybe that was just the cervezas talking. Anyway. Sarah still didn't feel like overindulging in sugar right now. Especially since she was currently feeling otherwise... pretty fine.

Now, no one tell her she was technically already 36 according to the year it was in Fandom.

[ooc: Open place in town is open! I have finally managed to relocate a part of my brain enough for a post. Hooray.]

vdistinctive

Eliot hadn't planned on coming back to Fandom. It was a weird town and the people were nosy. There was plenty in and around Baltimore to keep him occupied.

But then Hardison had started trying to claim that he didn't need to tip delivery people again, and Parker stole Hardison's cooking laser and tried to burn a hole through the carpet of their new apartment, and Hardison started pestering Eliot about where he was going to live in the area, probably so he pull the same thing he did on Nate in Boston and be Eliot's overbearing landlord.

And a weird little island with nosy people -- and a nature preserve, an onsen, lots of varied terrain to train on, and so many stairs that Hardison would be loathe to visit him more than, say, once or twice a year -- didn't sound half bad.

He'd arrived early enough in the morning not to see much of anyone out on the streets other than squirrels and taken another circuit around the island before deciding on which building to buy, then headed to the local coffee shop to get another feel for the local culture while he waited for his real estate agent to call him back.

Coffee was good. Another point in Fandom's favor. Throw in a good looking nurse or stewardess, and Eliot would be all set.

[ooc: open post is open, yes.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, Bruce made his way to the bar, took a seat, and motioned for Tino to make his favorite drink. (Ginger ale, done up to look alcoholic. Ahem.) He actually had plans to hit Baltimore a little later, but he had time to put up a show and be a good host for a while.

[OOC: Here is your regular post-dates post! Mod Tino for drink making, but Bruce will be at the bar if anyone wants to chat.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Just before 8:00, Bruce walked up onto the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile. "Hello, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. I'm not exactly sure how I got roped into this to begin with, but I agreed because it kept me from participating for once. Trust me, my dating history doesn't really need another five dates in a night. That said, I will be at the bar once this is done, so you can still have a chance to chat me up if you really want to."

After a very brief pause for laughter, Bruce clapped his hands together. "Well, without further ado, let's get this started. I'll read off a bunch of pairings, then you'll have three minutes until the air horn sounds..." Which it did, just then. Bruce visibly cringed. "Then it's time to cover your ears and run off to your next date once I call your name. It's just five rounds, so you'll be done with this in no time. Good luck."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]
[3MD quotes for the BDE stuff]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~is beginning.~~ has been completed. You have permission to play.

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 when I'm snowed in like Edward. Zing!]

throughaphase

When Kitty had planned this party she'd just figured that it'd be a good way for people to mingle, especially since there were new people on the island now. She hadn't thought that there'd be powers weirdness going on, though really, there were probably a few people who could use a drink and/or assurances this would be back to normal in the morning.

At least, it'd better be normal in the morning. Did you hear that, Fandom?

The place had been all prettied up, the back room had been blocked off for party purposes, and if you got a drink there was a good chance that you had a macramed drink cozy along with it because if you gained a new skill you might as well use it or whatever, right?

[Open party!]

pandora-baddies.livejournal.com

It felt like a finale day, didn't it, Fandom? ~~It wasn't.~~ Word had been passed around that this would be the day Fandom would rise up and charge at Hyperion's dig site in the afternoon, and make an attempt to break through the perimeter to discover just what was happening inside, and whether the Vault key was there, and whether they could get it away from Hyperion if it was.

It was a noble goal!

One that their guests on the island had no prior knowledge about, of course. The dig site continued to be operational and heavily guarded, although the noise level was even lower than yesterday. Maybe that was good, or maybe that was bad. Elsewhere on the island, some posters celebrating Handsome Jack (so that's what he looked like! … maybe) and Hyperion had appeared on walls.

Meanwhile, there continued to be weird and wonderful creatures out in the preserve, and in the east, some of the psychos were starting to roam outside of their previously established comfort zone. Even maniacs got bored, see. They needed a change.

Happy weekend, Fandom. And happy desperate attack day.

not_a_moonie

The glitter was relatively modest for the brunch, by Fandom terms -- which still left enough on the statues moved over from the dance and other decorations to blind a small child. Italian opera played softly to match the classical theme, and space heaters had been set up under the tent to fight the late-October chill. It was, overall, a tasteful arrangement -- at least, if you ignored that the classical figures were wearing glitter underwear.

Fandom, enjoy the end of Homecoming 2013.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

It was mostly sunny and still warm, at least for an October day. Basically, perfect weather for a big old group meal in the park. Plenty of food and drink was set up, as was plenty of seating for everyone who might possibly show up.

Parents and family, this was your last big event here this weekend. Go ahead and make it count, because your kids will be trying to hide from you for the next year.

[OOC: Up super early because I haven't been able to sleep yet, which means I will eventually end up crashing until very late in the morning. And I'd rather post this early than late.]

6buckstohisname.livejournal.com

There were no vampires or sharks this week. And Dean was now done teaching teenagers. It was a little like the calm before the storm, if you asked him.

But he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. By reading obituaries online. Yeah, Dean made his own fun, you see.

Specials
Blood Sausage and Scrambled Eggs
Black Pudding
Blodplättar

[[OCD ran away with the spoon]]

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

April was pretty sure that no one in Fandom cared about health codes. She had heard a bunch of radio reports about people bringing pets or people-turned-into-animals to work with them, sometimes to establishments that served food. More to the point, even if the overwhelming population did care about health codes, April gave zero fucks.

So today, as an effort to a) promote the animal shelter she was working at, b) get lots of tips at Caritas, and c) stay out of her disgustingly hot apartment, today April set up shop at Caritas with a few boxes full of the shelter's cutest puppies. There were signs all over town directing people to Caritas for the puppy party and discounted drinks, and by two or three in the afternoon, someone had generously brought over some food, too.

There were plenty of refreshments and the opportunity to play with puppies. Seriously, everyone should come.

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

April was fresh from employee training at her new job, which meant that she was suffering from a slight case of being covered with cat hair. April didn't mind, though. Tino, however, was apparently very allergic to cats, and was distraught to find that for once, April actually wanted him around.

Because of the allergy. Not for any other reason.

"Ew, Tino," April drawled as he sneezed about six times in succession into his shirt and started to pull it off. "What the hell. No one wants to see you shirtless. Leave it."

He left it. But only because he knew that if he said no, April would probably hug him.

icecoldfrost

The giant rooster outside the store had been temporarily bedecked with all the colors of the rainbow - and glitter, thank you, Sparkle - to welcome people to Dite's Decadent Delights First Annual Pride Party.

Look, there was more than enough crap going on in the world, Emma and Sparkle weren't going to pass up the chance to A) Throw a party and B) Make some money from it.

The door was propped open, the music was playing, and the island was cordially invited. Although, yes, you DO have to be 18 to buy some of the more explicit films, still. Sorry, kids.

[OOC: Open post, open party! Come on in!]

electrocynic

Ah yes, the new flock of students and faculty was almost upon them, and break was almost over. Clearly it was time for Sarah to actually make it out of her apartment for what may have been the first time this week. Shitty reality TV rerun marathons could be an addictive thing, you know.

Also, she was really lazy.

But hey, she was out now. Having a cup of tea and a muffin half the size of her head, and wondering whether she should take the weekend to visit London instead of pretending to be interested in the new people at the picnic. Really, they were all going to be the usual, anyway. Plus she was going to meet most of them eventually, and even if she wouldn't, it wasn't going to be a terrible loss for anyone.

But maybe she'd be too lazy to book a damn portal. She hadn't decided yet, and besides, she had a barista to wach right now. He'd finally started to suspect it was her who kept turning the espresso machine off every time he turned his back. He was side-eyeing her, and she flashed him an utterly fake smile.

And then turned the machine off with her voice again as soon as he wasn't looking.

[open!]

endsthegame

It was a Fandom tradition that went back... well, at the very least several years: graduation brunch, offering visitors and locals alike the best food available on the island.

There was a banner that stretched from tree to tree declaring CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2013 in big glittery letters. There were tables full of ~~moddable~~ food and drink. There were happy decorations in blue and yellow and a long series of picnic tables for people to sit at and mingle.

And then there was the bit at the end where Mayor Swanson was barbecuing an entire pig's worth of food. Uh... Yeah.

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

electrocynic

Sarah supposed she needed to get out of her apartment every once in a while.

By which she meant that Jenny was going through a random mother hen phase again and had been badgering her about changing out of her jammies and getting her arse out the door. It as amazing how bloody annoying a well-meaning BFF could be, even from a universe away.

So Sarah had dragged herself to the Perk, for a cup of tea and a very American sort of pastry.

Oh yeah, and she was using her powers to turn one of the coffee machines off every time the barista wasn't looking. He was confused and annoyed. She was amused.

[ooc: Open!]

newroutines

There was a bouncer at Caritas tonight. That was... new. More to the point, it was an English guy who badgered Mike about their rules. Something about 'no capes, no powers, no heroics' or something like that. Mike didn't really follow.

And then a raspy brunette came and yanked the wannabe bouncer into the bar proper, saying they didn't need a bouncer and that this wasn't a fortress, you know, and besides, all the monkeys were dead.

People were so damn weird this weekend.

But, there wasn't a bouncer at Caritas tonight after all. There was plenty of booze, though, in case that was you're favorite method of dealing with your dead visitors.

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

Today April had received her official schedule for the community college classes she was going to be taking. It was full of times and locations and names of classes, and naturally it needed to be destroyed.

Tino didn't appear to be in today, so April placed a neatly-written sign on the bar reading "Yell if you need service," then went to the lounge to throw darts at the sheet of paper. She was being kind of loud about it, occasionally cursing when she didn't quite hit the target.

April was definitely going places in life.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Guy was most definitely an adult once again. One who wasn't looking forward to dealing with the amazingly mature fight he got into with Sarah.

So, he was at the bar. Trying to carefully herd very tiny, very annoying sheep out of his way. Ah, one of the many upsides to being a Green Lantern meant being able to shove them out of the way using just your imagination.

Of course Tino was left to his own devices.

Sorry, Tino.

solo_sword

It was Jaina's thirteenth wedding (...second marriage) and you might think that meant the wedding might be less extravagant than the last twelve, but no. Not when the Winchesters and Starks were destroyed and she had Skywalker money at her disposal. The outdoor wedding (as it was a suspiciously perfect day for it being November) was elaborate and perfect, and the whole town should be in attendance, because that was how things worked (because there were dresses that had to be shown on camera, okay).

Now as long as no long-lost relatives showed up, no one died, a freak storm didn't happen, no one fell into a coma, no one got arrested, there were no catfights in the pond, nothing exploded, or no one in the wedding ran off with their real true love, it would be a perfect day.

electrocynic

"I don't even like bloody seafood."

Sarah and her parents had been in Lobster Hut for barely five minutes: just long enough for them to have claimed their party's table, and for Barry to have started complaining. It made Sarah smirk. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hold on to her amusement, though. What with Guy's ex being on her way here, the tarty clothes may have been the wrong choice for this outing, as much as they had already made her father glare daggers at her.

"I'm sure there's something you'll like, Barry," Lynda tried to appease her husband, "you'll see, luv."

Sarah just gave that a snort.

[ooc: Sarah and her parents are here for the most disastrous dinner ever, but the post is open for your other Lobster Hut needs!]

ihavediabetes.livejournal.com

It was a warm, sunny, beautiful day here in Fandom, and look at how much it wasn't raining anything weird. You're welcome, parents, friends, assorted guests and fair citizens of Fandom who didn't want to explain that sort of thing right off the bat.

There was food to be enjoyed, picnic tables so people could sit, and decorations that were very heavy on the blue and gold. Also, probably more glitter than was reasonable for a picnic. There were Student Council traditions to uphold.

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2012!

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Tino, it seemed, was still trying to woo the barista at the Perk. But now he'd moved onto rewriting song lyrics so that they applied to them.

"I really don't think Every Breath You Take is a good idea," Guy informed him. But Tino ignored that.

Because some people just don't realize how creepy that song is.

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

The Olympics were over which meant there would be no more slacking off in the back room. Until football season started in earnest, that is.

Look, Guy was big into his football, okay?

This would probably end with Tino wearing a soccer jersey just to piss him off on those days. Tino was a terrible person like that.

throughaphase

After getting the call from Coulson yesterday and seeing the posters around town, Kitty made sure to head into work even though it was her day off, because she'd never had a party on a night when it might be Tino in charge, and... well, she had concerns, okay?

So the bar was open, the back room was playing the Olympics, and Kitty had totally spent her day watching live feeds but promised not to spoil anyone.

[Up early for party! Come one and come all!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

Okay, so Guy had not existed on island this past week. Which made going into work more than just a little strange.

Especially with Tino drinking by himself in the corner. Well, that one wasn't actually strange. But still.

Weirder than that shit with Superboy Prime.

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!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

When was the best time for someone from England and a redhead to go out to the beach? In the middle of a heatwave? No?

Well, guess what they were going to do anyway. That's right.

Guy dropped a pair of towels and a cooler on the sand, kicking off sandals. And then instantly regretting it as the sand was much, much hotter than he'd expected it to be. "See, much more fun than hanging out in the AC."

NO IT WASN'T, GUY.

[[For that chick, but the beach is open like... a beach]]

electrocynic

Sarah had left her delightfully air-conditioned apartment and braved the town because she'd run out of cool things to drink that weren't water. The Perk, at least, had iced coffee. And air conditioning. Besides, staying at home would potentially have meant dealing with the SPA bothering her about sending in the report on her last class so her bout of community service could be marked as over and done with.

You'd think she would have been jumping for joy over that, right? Well, you were wrong. And it was none of your bloody business in the first place, either.

There was a grumpy superhero at the Perk today. But at least she wasn't suffering from the weather conditions right now.

[ooc: Open place in toooown!]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

After spending half an hour talking the zombies down from protesting the season finale of their favorite show--not that Guy could blame them. Closet nerds for life, yo--he was finally behind the bar.

He'd already pre-ordered the season on DVD, so he could survive way better than the zombie band, after all.

Drink Special
Ginger Sour

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

Apparently, Tino thought that he and April were friends, and that April was interested in listening to his ideas about cool new pick-up liines he wanted to try.

Tino was mistaken.

"Are you ever going to shut up?" April asked him dully after about twenty minutes of this horrible treatment.

It seemed like a no.

And so the headdesking began. Or head-bar-ing, rather.

electrocynic

Electroclash still didn't really get what this Memorial Day thing was all about. She was just glad it hadn't entirely shut down the United Capes of America branch on the mainland, since she'd picked today as the time to drag her ass down there. Of course, there'd only been one decidedly surly clerk there to deal with her, but she was good at situations like that.

Or at crushing people's spirits. One or the other.

Anyway, it hadn't been what you'd call a success. Despite what Electroclash's contacts at the SPA had claimed, the UCA didn't seem too keen on fixing up a guest speaker for her class. Not an active American one, at least. Nope, they were rather wanting to suggest she'd get in touch with a former member of theirs, an English one, heat-based powers, maybe she'd heard of him... ?

The Hotness. Yeah.

And speaking of heat-based nuisances, the warmth of the day was finally making Electroclash glad about how much skin her uniform left exposed. It was a bit different from the weather she was used to wearing it in. Still, the stress combined with the weather she wasn't really used to made a stop by the Perk when she got back on the island absolutely necessary. She could take a moment at a table by the window, nursing an iced coffee. While trying, repeatedly, to call Alex. Who wasn't picking up. Maybe he'd melted his phone by accident again.

And that was who the UCA wanted to be a guest speaker for impressionable young minds, ladies and gentlemen.

[Open place in town is open, naturally.]

electrocynic

There was a pony with a green-white-grey colour scheme and an electrical current symbol for a cutie mark in the park, carefully carrying a lighter and a packet of cigarettes in its mouth. Sarah hadn't wanted to set her flat on fire, thanks. It had seemed like a better idea to head out before even trying to have a smoke. Of course, just trying to get out of MCA, let alone her apartment, had been absolutely bloody ridiculous, but she'd managed. She hadn't even begun to think about how this smoking thing was going to work, though. She'd get to that in good time.

Or right now. She stopped by a bench and carefully dropped the cigarettes and the lighter on it. And now, now she was thinking about her next dilemma.

"... Right."

Glancing around, she wasn't sure anyone would be willing to help a pony smoke, but anyone citing animal cruelty related ethical reasons for not helping was going to get kicked into the pond.

[ooopen!]

electrocynic

The SPA had finally gotten 'round to mailing Sarah their lesson plans for her current workshop. And – shock, horror! – this Saturday was turning out boring so far, so Sarah was actually reading them. At the Perk, as you do, because anything the SPA had to say was usually best taken with a big dose of something that helped. Right now, she was being sensible, so that was a large cup of black coffee.

There was also a note in there about going to visit one of the offices of the United Capes of America on the mainland about a guest speaker, sometime in the next few weeks. Because sure, she wanted random American superheroes in her class. Sarah was rolling her eyes pretty hard at that.

Mostly, though, she was having a bit of fun by using her powers to turn one of the coffee machines off every time the barrista turned his back on the thing. (He'd been rude to her once. She felt he deserved this, and it wasn't like she was hurting him, or anything.) So far, he hadn't clued to why it kept getting turned off. Guess there was just enough background noise to cover up her electronic voice.

She stifled a snicker when he frowned at the machine again and tried banging at its side a bit.

[Open.]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

New students and teachers had arrived on the island, so what better time than tonight to be at the bar? Okay, so maybe not. People really ought to be getting ready to start school, but the possibility was there.

Guy was just glad that he didn't need to be doing any of that this summer. Being a bartender slash superhero was way easier than teaching that lot.

Drink Special
The Black Widow

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]

electrocynic

Sarah had spent this fine Friday morning sulking at her phone and the lack of birthday well-wishing messages therein. Of course, just as she'd been about to get seriously angry and start leaving passive-aggressive messages in all her friends' voicemails, she'd suddenly realized that since it had apparently only been two months since she'd left England, it wasn't her birthday there yet.

She wasn't going to tell anyone about that failure of logic, no.

And it still bugged her. Not like 31 was a big fucking deal (it was depressing, if anything), and not like she gave a shit, anyway, but still. So, like a mature person, she took her brooding outside the apartment and ventured to the Perk, where she got a cup of the blackest coffee imaginable, and a muffin half the size of her head.

Didn't those always make the world seem slightly less shit?

[ooc: Post is wide open for all Sarah-bothering and/or Perk needs! Intermittent SP warning from me, but I can't resist a broody birthday post.]

electrocynic

Sarah supposed paying for dinner was preferable to the yelling she'd expected to have to withstand. And since (she thought) she would be leaving next week, it seemed like a nice ending to her stint in Fandom to go out for one last time.

So, she was waiting for Guy outside Ching Tai. She hadn't dressed up particularly fancy for the occasion (which would turn out lucky later), so it was just normal attire in the usual hues of black and grey and the kind of green that made her mocking of Guy's uniform seem a little hypocritical. And, okay, there was probably a little more cleavage on show than when she was teaching.

Things seemed livelier than general this evening, but normal enough on this particular street. For now.

[ooc: For that dude, and PAINTBALL MADNESS MWAHAHA.]

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