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guardianborn.livejournal.com

The chance of thunderstorms earlier seemed to have dissipated into a really nice night. The type of night that called for spending an evening on the beach. It wasn't too hot for a fire, but Rose hadn't really bothered so much with one, mostly because gathering wood was boring. And sandy.

Instead the water had turned a glassy grey as the sun started to set behind the island, and Rose was considering if there was a need for a swim. She had her swimsuit on but she hadn't yet gotten up - partially because there was a carton of blueberries and raspberries out on the blanket over the sand that needed to be eaten before sand worked their way into them.

Still, swimming was an interesting idea. She glanced over at the girl she'd dragged along. "Gonna go for a swim or do I get to splash you when I get back out?"

[For the girl there and any others who might happen along!]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]

Current Mood: good

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was here. Distracted, but here.

Maybe shoes could cheer her up? There were plenty of shoes. Most of them were even on sale.

(open/ocd-free)

Current Mood: pensive

give-areason.livejournal.com

There was only so much camping, even in cabins (which did make it more bearable), that she could take. Too many people around, too many noises and an absolute lack of true privacy...

Which would be why Rosalind, when she'd felt her temper starting to fall to pieces just by waking up in the cabins, had prudently relocated herself to the Perk and planned to stay there for a good few hours. She did enjoy their coffee and the change in scenery was enough to soothe her mood as she tapped away on her laptop, writing out the past week so that Tseng didn't think she'd died.

Besides, the Perk was a better place to consider a few things that deserved further consideration.

[Open as an open place!]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

It was still way, way too hot and Jake was overheated. He was definitely build for cold weather, not for warm, and water seemed to hold some reprieve from the heat. Once those thunderstorms came around, he was going to be dancing in them. For now, there was the ocean. Anyone who might have been looking towards Galactica Point at the right moment might have noticed someone jumping off and into the water. (It was crazy, but fun and definitely refreshing.)

Water that was still cool now and Jacob was floating on his back, considering spending the night out here. He wasn't too far from shore now, still able to hear the occasional trooper patrol pass on Apocalypse Avenue.

[So very open.]

Current Mood: hot

guardianborn.livejournal.com

The information about Victor Dashkov's trial - and the fact that she and Lissa were apparently not allowed to go - turned over and over in Rose's head. There had to be a way. Maybe if Dimitri spoke to someone else or if Lissa did. But she didn't want to worry Lissa with this information without having a solution for her first, and...

Rose worked halfheartedly, washing down the mats and barely even responding to Jessi's snide comments about the new girlfriend who was emailing Dimitri. There had to be a way to get them there to make sure that Victor Dashkov was locked up forever.

Current Mood: pessimistic

findingelena.livejournal.com

Today seemed like a good day for a smoke. And some of the liquor behind the counter. Did she really need a reason?

Okay, maybe she'd cheer herself up by finding a new swimsuit. And if that failed, cute shoes.

(open-ocd-free)

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

For some weird reason, Adrian really wanted to get drunk by the end of the night. Granted, the way he could do this it'd probably be hard to tell drunk!Adrian from just regular old drinking!Adrian, but it'd happen.

He made himself a drink upon getting behind the bar, and Tino just shook his head at him.

"You can make one for yourself," Adrian pointed out, and suddenly Tino didn't look so judgmental.

findingelena.livejournal.com

Today was a good day to smoke. And that was exactly what Elena was doing.

There were, you know, clothes and stuff around. Whatever.

Pixie Dust: open. Storeclerk: do not expect her to be happy about it.

(open/ocd-free)

Current Mood: blah

puppy_fair

It was that sort of day today, over at Cafe Fina.

You know the type.

After all, in a restaurant staffed primarily by animate dishes, days like this were rather an inevitability. It was the sort of day that saw the staff doing what they do best, and attempting to teach Zack to do the same.

Today's Specials:
Be... Our... Guest!
(And please, try the grey stuff.)

Cafe Fina is open, and there is a lot of singing and dancing to take in. Just don't mind Zack. He can dance, sure, but he can't really carry a tune in a bucket.

[Open Fina is Open!]

guardianborn.livejournal.com

It had cooled off a little - a very little - from the day, and with the graduation festivities out of the way and tours of the island done, Lissa had admitted to wanting to hang out on the beach a little on her last day.

Rose wasn't sure about the whole beach at night thing, but it wasn't like the darkness was a problem, and it'd be fun to just hang out and talk with her friend and anyone else who wandered by. Probably not skinny dip though. The whole guardian thing plus the water being freezing made that a little difficult.

So after the daily visit to the feeder off-island and taking care of a few other things, Rose and Lissa (and the accompanying men in black) made their waydown to the beach. Rose built a bonfire, kinda surprised that those tips she'd picked up at the winter survival workshop a few months back actually worked so well, and both girls found spots on a blanket to listen to the waves. And talk. And roast marshmallows and eat the lunch they'd picked up. And talk. There was no danger of a shortage of talking.

[Yep, totally open. Just like the sky. And the water. And - no, that's just mean.]

Current Mood: pleased

solo_sword

Jaina had requested off today, due to the fact that she'd be graduating when she should be starting work. And though she hadn't known it at the time, she would also be busy being a child, being a kitten, fighting a monster, and singing. Work was not a priority today.

So it was Tino who opened up Caritas. Clothed. And wearing a graduation cap, just because.

noearsyet.livejournal.com

As the night went on, an assortment of prom favours were replacing the masks on the table just inside the tent. Everyone was free to take a picture frame and disposable camera to record their own Prom memories. Also were shot glasses with the Fandom High gremlin on them. Such things happened when Dean Stinson was the Student Council advisor.

The punch was thoroughly spiked by now, but the dessert table had been refilled o soaking up all that alcohol was a definite possibility. The music would still be playing for a few hours for all to get in as much dancing and time to be with their friends as they wanted.

And in just a moment, Dean Stinson was going to announce the Prom Court.

[OOC: How much do we rock that LJ was down all day and we STILL needed a second post? SO MUCH. Again, Prom is open for SP and also getting LJ to load should not be such a rush. ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up and good to go!]

[Prom Court Announcement | Mingling | Punch and Dessert Tables | Chaperones | Shadowy Corners | Bathrooms | Dancing | OOC]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, Elena was late. But she was here, and she was going to spend her shift today finding herself a prom dress.

Slutty, or classy? Long, or short? This was her dilemma.

Pixie Dust was very open, especially for anyone else doing some last-minute shopping.

Current Mood: busy

findingelena.livejournal.com

So Elena was covered in honey, and not all that thrilled about it. There was a new sign in the window.

NO SALES ON ANYTHING
DON'T COME IN
CUSTOMERS SUCK

Either she'd be left alone, or she would have some interesting new perspectives on reverse psychology.

Pixie Dust was open.

Current Mood: grumpy

puppy_fair

It wasn't that Zack hadn't gotten out for his run this morning. He had, after all. It was his daily ritual to get out, stick his sword onto his back, and stretch his legs once the sun was up.

But he was antsy today. He hadn't spoken with Ino in what felt like ages, and was fairly certain by this point that she didn't want to speak with him. He hadn't heard from ShinRa in weeks about new missions, or about Angeal.

And the sun was starting to set, but he would be damned if he gave in to the urge to run back inside to hide from the oncoming dark. He'd have to deal with it now, while he could. Because Midgar was a lot darker than here ever got.

Sand was kicking up behind him as he ran along the beach tonight, like a man possessed.

If nothing else, being out and running like this was some sort of freedom. It wasn't the thrill of a fight, and it wasn't a conversation with a friend that he was horribly worried about. But it would have to do.

[Open beach is open, of course!]

raspberryturk

Okay, so, Reno's Rookies were having issues. Week-old issues, sure, but this was the earliest that he could book a portal out. He would have been here sooner if only Tseng would have let him steal the chopper for a few days.

Tseng really was a stick in the mud sometimes, Reno decided. Who cared about conserving fuel when it was a matter of Rookie sanity?

... Reno sometimes had slightly skewed priorities.

In any case, he'd snagged a spot on one of the benches by the pond, and was casually puffing away at a cigarette, taking a few hours to just get used to crap like 'living green things' and 'fresh water' again. He'd left ~~handwavey~~ messages for the Rookies, so that they'd know where to find him if they felt up to it. But right now, even if it was only for a weekend, he was going to savor the feeling of being home.

[Open park is open, naturally!]

solo_sword

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Just because they were back from the Bahamas didn't mean Elena had to accept that it was winter.

So today, there was a sale on the swimsuits. Get yours early this year!

Pixie Dust was open.

(ocd-free!)

Current Mood: cold

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, so Elena was a little late. She was here, and that was what mattered, right?

And drinking. Maybe once she got properly drunk, she'd tried on some shoes.

Pixie Dust: open.

Current Mood: drunk

noearsyet.livejournal.com

As Desperation Day dances went, this was probably not the most tacky ever. Of course given that it was Desperation Day, so tacky really went with the territory.

There was glitter, oh, was there ever glitter in a multitude of sparkly colours. But even more so, it seemed that the decorators had taken the 'Hearts Afire' theme literally as large cut out hearts adorned the walls. Each with a tissue paper 'flame' bursting from the top of it. Streamers in all shades of pink twisted across the ceiling, forming almost a canopy. Which hopefully would not be literally set afire. The Fire Department would probably disapprove of that. Also a lot of people's dresses would be ruined.

Let's stay away from any literal fire, okay, guys?

[Up early for timezones. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or I will STAB YOU, OKAY?~~ is up! And thre'll be a second post up later if this one gets insanely large (well, hell, why even say 'if')]

And the magic links: Arrival/Mingling | Punch and Food | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Dance Floor | OOC

[It never said Friday. Rly.]

atreideslioness

"I hope that you all aren't hungover or overtired from the dating event last night," Ghanima began cheerfully once everyone had assembled. "Because we're going to work you today."

Tyler glanced at her lazily. Was three-minute dates that big a deal with this crowd? The things he missed being all monogamous. He scratched his chin before speaking. "Right," he said. "And ... you with you, you with you, you with you ... Ghanima, other three?"

"You, with her. You two. And you and you," she continued, pointing people out. "Now go to it."

A lazy smile spread across Tyler's face, and he made a shoo'ing gesture before going off to find his own match.

[OOC: Internets, never leave me again! *clings* OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | First Post]

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Make Snowpeople | Snowball Fight | OOC | Second Post]

findingelena.livejournal.com

There were extra bottles of liquor in the store today, because Elena brought them. She was expecting two hot blondes to show up, and it wouldn't do to have company and not be a good hostess.

Hot clothes, girl bonding, and alcohol. Elena loved this job.

(she's expecting people yes but it's still open like a store is! late because i am dim!)

Current Mood: amused

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, so she was running late. It happened. But the store was open, and there was booze behind the counter, and so Elena was going to count that as an accomplishment, today.

She was going to be in the back, setting ugly dresses on fire. That was her favorite perk of this job. Even more so than the booze.

(OCD-free and open!)

Current Mood: creative

findingelena.livejournal.com

So Elena had planned on taking Jacob out drinking, to celebrate his first week of intact-sanity in Fandom, but he'd suddenly changed his mind once they got near Caritas. Maybe it had bad mojo or something.

Ching Tai seemed like a good back-up.

"Well, there goes my clever plan to get you drunk and take advantage of you," she teased, as they were seated.

(werewolf modded with permission. expecting him, but it's open for all your Ching Tai needs!)

Current Mood: cheerful

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was just girly enough to be happy about the shipment of shoes that came in. Look, there were Prada slingbacks and Miu Miu sandals. This was a good day.

(Open! OCD-free!)

Current Mood: bouncy

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Since the last time Father Ned had been on this island, he'd traveled the world, tending to flocks far and wide. His work, the work of God, was never completed and Father Ned refused to let Him down. Despite the fact that he'd been to so many places and seen so many things, this island held a special place in his heart. It was riddled with comas, drugs, sex and other evil things but he found himself drawn here like a train car to a conveniently placed cliff.

Father Ned pulled out a chair and stood up on it, deciding here, where people would come and go, was as good a place as anywhere to begin his altruistic mission.

"Friends, listen to my words," he started, holding a hand in the air to quiet the masses (because masses always came to hear him speak). "I am here today to speak to you about the evils of...Christmas shopping. Why, you might be asking yourself, could something where you are giving be considered evil? Because, my sheep, when you are giving a gift, you are telling that other person that you want SEX."

Father Ned was a terrible priest who didn't see all sides of the argument. As evidenced by this sermon.

"When you go out and buy an expensive piece of jewelry, you are telling the receiver of that gift that you expect payment in the form of CARNAL RELATIONS later in the day. This, my friends, CANNOT BE. Christmas shopping is all about the pursuit of SEX! The more ornately wrapped your gift is, the more SEX you expect to get. Or, even worse, you except KINKY things to occur that would make God shudder. You are telling the receiver of your gift that you expect them to dress up in leather or you expect them to let them practice their knot tying with one of their favorite silk ties. My friends, I leave you with this. When someone gives you a Christmas gift, GIVE IT BACK! Making the giver return that gift is telling everyone around them that you REJECTED THEIR ADVANCES. There is no need for Christmas shopping. NO NEED. Don't go Christmas shopping and you will remain FOREVER CLEAN."

With that, Father Ned gave the masses (there were masses, of course) a serene smile and stepped off his chair to take his seat.

[lololol IDEK. anyway, yes, Ned is Father Ned, out to give horrible sermons all over the place. open place in town so open!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

guardianborn.livejournal.com

There were two sleeping droid babies laying on the mats at the gym.

And there was an exhausted Rose who was going to kick the ass of anyone who woke them up.

atreideslioness

"You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic."

"My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego."

"Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few."

"Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go."

| Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |

[ocd up!]

tyler_gone

"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."

Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.

"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."

A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."

glacial_queen

The day was cool and windy, slightly overcast, but still a good beach day as far as Karla was concerned. Maybe not to tan and play in the surf, but with a long-sleeved shirt and a good book? It was a good day for that.

Besides, there was enough wine (and chocolates and fresh fruit) to keep her warm. She glanced over to her companion. "So, it shouldn't have taken this long for us to finally have our beach day," she said, pouring a glass of wine and handing it over, "but this is a good day anyway."

[For the Turk, though open beach is open. Also, it always said Friday. We clear?]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, so she was late. Call it fashionably late, or whatever. Elena was going to help herself to some of the absinthe behind the counter -- which had a lovely kick to it -- and then convince herself to buy that one dress she'd been eying. She did have a totally-not-a-date-dammit this weekend ...

(OCD-free and open and whatnot)

Current Mood: working

atreideslioness

"It's Fight Club," Tyler said. "You know what that means. You, you, you, you, you two, and, Ghani, finish up."

"You with her, you two, and you with that gentleman over there," she said. "Now fight."

[OOC: We can has no brainz for ze banter. But the OCD is up, so go hit someone.]

Current Mood: blank

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was strangely quiet as she opened the store today. Two of her classes this week had talked about pushing away your emotions as a way to find enlightenment. It was jarring oddly with what was on her mind, lately. Namely, the fact that she was nearly done with her paperwork.

She was looking idly at dresses and wondering if maybe she was going about things all wrong. Unfortunately, nothing more helpful came to mind.

(open. ocd-free. late.)

Current Mood: pensive

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Tino was trying to clean up after the weekend and he was doing so all alone. This did not surprise him in the least. When he tried to get Adrian to help even though he knew better, he was met with, "We can't change this dynamic we have going on here. The squirrels wouldn't know what to do with themselves," and then he poured himself another drink.

Tino had no idea what that was supposed to mean since he didn't think the squirrels gave a damn what their dynamic was.

tyler_gone

"Most of you know what this is," Tyler said, with the odd glance to Ghanima as she arranged safety equipment at the back of the gym. "For the rest of you -- we hit each other. Two to a fight, no powers unless everyone agrees, go until someone says stop."

"Any questions, we're here. Otherwise, go for it."

[OOC: No RNG this week.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

tyler_gone

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]

findingelena.livejournal.com

Okay, it was weird looking like her boss, yes. (Her boss's boss, technically. If she looked like Tseng today, her brain might have exploded.) But Elena was always one to consider the angles. She used her key to open Pixie Dust, even though it wasn't her day to work. At least there, she could find clothes that fit.

In fact ... she could probably find an amazing, gorgeous white suit like the one Rufus usually wore. Something expensive and exquisitely tailored.

... Damn. She didn't just resemble Rufus, in this outfit. If she swept her hair back, like so? She could probably pass for him, at a fair enough distance.

This? This had possibilities.

Since she was going to be here for a while, playing dress-up, she decided to open the store. Other people might need boy-sized clothes, too. So she put a sign in the window.

DISCOUNT ON MALE CLOTHES
FOR HOT GUYS

Which was nicely inclusive. She didn't care if they were always male or not, so long as hot guys dropped in.

Pixie Dust was open.

Current Mood: devious

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk

iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD ~~coming~~ up!)

Current Mood: chipper

findingelena.livejournal.com

Elena was still checking out the shoes. She couldn't help it, they had entirely too many in here that were way too chic to be believed. Lucky her, getting a discount.

Pixie Dust was open.

Current Mood: pleased

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Tonight, Robin was conducting an experiment.

She'd gotten some glue, some staples, duct tape, and any number of other adhesives, and was sitting down with the zombie drummer, as his arm had fallen off three times during her last shift.

She thought this was really very kind of her.

[I have RL stuff going on tonight, so I'm around until like 7:30 or 8, I think? Unless you don't mind a thread that might go into some severe SP, Tino-modding might be the name of the game. :D]

Current Mood: productive

tyler_gone

"Ladies! Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Other sentient life forms." Someone had given Tyler sugar. "Welcome to Fight Club. I'm Tyler Durden, this is Ghanima Atreides. We're in charge."

"Which is the nice way of saying 'welcome to Fandom,'" Ghanima injected dryly. "You're here because you saw a poster, or heard through a friend, and you want to hit things. We support violence therapy."

"Most weeks," Tyler said, "we do assigned matches. This week is different. This week is introductions -- because you haven't said your names enough yet this week -- and some level testing. Introductions don't have to be fancy. Fight Club is not about your life story. Tell us what you like to be called and how long you've been at this and we'll call it good."

"After which, those of you that are new or trying to move from beginner to advanced can show us your moves, while the rest of you grab a friend to beat up," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Once we've seen you in action, then our new friends can also hit the mats, and proceed to learn how we make friends and influence people here at Fight Club. I'll give you a hint; it usually involves bruises."

"But first, you all have to listen to the rules."

Tyler pulled out a sheet of paper and read them off. "Hopefully those are all clear, if you do not understand ask somebody. If you still do not understand, consider the possible tragedy of head damage and don't fight."

He glanced to Ghanima. "Anything else?"

"These rules are posted on the door for every Fight Club meeting," she said pleasantly. "Anyone who willfully ignores these rules gets bounced out that door. We are here to fight, not babysit you."

"Now, smile, and introduce yourselves, and let's see what you can do."

[OOC: Introductions are for everyone, please. Current classifications are here.]

findingelena.livejournal.com

It was good to be back. She'd missed last week's shift because she was off, in Edge, killing monsters and blackmailing her boss into a maybe-possibly-totally-not-a-date. One that wasn't going to happen for several months, if ever. Clearly, this meant she should find a hot outfit, ASAP.

And she needed more shoes. This store had such amazingly cute shoes ...

Current Mood: working

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Layla usually wasn't one for a beauty salon, manicures, pedicures, massages or the like but classes were now over for her and coming from her conversation with Karla the other day it seemed like the thing to do after a busy summer quarter.

She skipped the facial treatment and opted for the hair styling with a mani-pedi package. As she laid back on the chair as the stylists began to work she felt just a tad luxurious.

"Yeah. Okay. I could get use to this."

[Layla and Karla organized a spa day. If you think you would get an invite then you got one. So pretty much open to anyone.]

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Marshall made sure to show up to work on time today after being late last week. Then when he got there he found Tino had done all the set up work without him.

"Well, fine. I'll just sit here and drink then."

His job was so hard.

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The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!

When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

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

~~Please wait for epic OCD!~~ Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]

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