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didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba was sitting behind the counter, grumpily flipping through a copy of a magazine she'd bought called 'The Quibbler'. Even the fanciful content of the publication wasn't putting a dent in her seemingly sour mood.

She'd lost several weeks of her life to having been transformed into a tiny little newt. Once her grumpiness over lost time wore off, though, she was bound to be more than a little happy to be back to normal. For now, she was being a sour puss, pointedly ignoring the message today's music in the store was trying to dictate to her.

[ooc: I live! Retroactive bs explanation for Elphaba's absence while my life exploded is, erm, retroactive. Open as always!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba was absolutely not just napping in a chair behind the counter as smooth jazz echoed through the store. Not at all. She was merely resting her eyes after an overlong evening of reading everything she could about Jane Goodall. So if you heard her snoring quietly over the dulcet tones of saxophone, you were absolutely mistaken.

[ooc: Open as always!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba had been keeping to herself more than usual, lately. Perhaps it had been the absolute weirdness of the sudden morning party (though that had been ages ago). Perhaps it was just still just taking her time to adjust from being a rebel to a simple store clerk. Perhaps she just wasn't sure she fit in here as much as her memories had believed her.

But today, she was happy to go through the CDs and relabel the prices on ones that were dropping in price. Apparently no one wanted the Drive Shaft Memorial Tribute Album. Nor the Spinal Tap Folks Itself. There was a whole list she had to do, and she always enjoyed flipping through to see all the various covers.

Today's music was loud, but she had to like a band that believed in veganism, no harm to animals, and fighting the powers that be.

[ooc: I didn't almost forget it was Friday, I swear.]

glacial_queen

The Community Center was decorated in Fandom's signature blue and gold, with streamers and flags and the odd Fighting Gremlin banner. There was a tasteful amount of glitter among the decorations, assuming that person in charge of taste was a four year old hyped up on candy and Red Bull while huffing glue made from unicorns.

In short, Fandom's alumni, ex-pats, and current teachers should feel right at home, nostalgia hitting them right in the sinuses.

You're welcome, Fandom alumni. Don't forget to donate to the Alumni Association!

In one place, the invitation had said listed the dresscode as 'casual-formalwear.' In another, it was 'formal-casualwear.' Whatever that meant for clothing, it included a DJ, armed with only his collection of 'Easy Listening', and an open bar, but the food was served buffet style, with everyone helping themselves.

Hoped you still liked 'Kiss from a Rose' after the sixth playing tonight, folks!

[Open to all alumni of the school, including those who still live in town, ex-pats, and teachers/faculty of the school. If you need a reason to show up to the island in time for Noir Weekend, here it is. Even if you don't need a reason--here it is anyway! OCD up, have fun!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Today, Elphaba was more than a little distracted from actual work. You see, she'd picked up one of those new-fangled tik-tok machines that most people would call a tablet computer. It was shaped like a pear, which she had rather liked. And while she had avoided the normal trap of just using it as a device to crush candies or check her MyFace page (she didn't have one of those, and she wasn't going to, thank you very much), she had started to investigate what would happen if she searched for certain things from Oz on the internet.

When she looked up 'fighting trees', she was not expecting the videos she found, for instance.

She'd help a customer if one arrived. Otherwise she was mainly completely wasting her time on the store's dime. Oops.

[ooc: Open as always!]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba's task this week mainly consisted of resorting the CDs, as it seemed like someone had gone through and sorted them by the color of their cover as opposed to artist and genre. This was going to take a good long while. Today's soundtrack appeared to be non stop disco, and if you saw Elphaba tapping her foot in time, humming along, or occassionally busting a move when no one was watching, you were quite mistaken. Really.

[ooc: I didn't forget last week, I swear.]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba was busying herself this week with going through all the vinyl albums just to see which had the most interesting covers. This mainly was how she was deciding what to play while she 'worked', and so far it had led to some very odd choices. When she hit a section of albums by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, she was practically scandalized. Out of morbid curiosity, she decided to play one of the albums and was pleasantly surprised that the music was quite nice. A little peppy for her tastes, but it wasn't mindlessly peppy.

Working at Groovy Tunes certainly had its perks.

[ooc: Oh golly, sorry for it being up so late. I have spent half the day in great pain, and the other half drugged and at the doctor's. Strep bacteria seriously love my insides.]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

It had been a little under two weeks since Elphaba had sudden plopped back into Fandom. Getting her mind to wind down from constantly being on the look out for attack and betrayal wasn't easy, and she was still sometimes on edge. Restless nights weren't the norm, but they were happening often enough that she was getting a lot of reading done to distract herself.

But today at Groovy Tunes, it was practically casual Friday as Elphaba was wearing jeans and a Pixies t-shirt (that she had no idea was a band), with her hair down and loose. She busied herself instead with restocking some CDs that had just arrived; Elphaba had no idea who Autobahn was, but their album covers were odd to say the least.

[ooc: Open! I will be, erm, afk for ~4 hours, fyi, as I am roadtripping to Iowa. Because that is a thing.]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Today was Elphaba's first day of working Groovy Tunes, and her first day of working in general in quite some time. Luckily the boss of this place didn't need her to submit a resume or have work experience beyond 'Wicked Witch of the West'.

As it was, she was still struggling with the cash register and wasn't entirely certain how to work it. That would either end in hilarity or tragedy. And probably a broken cash register regardless.

As for the music playing today, well, Elphaba couldn't get the CD player to stop playing a rather beautiful song about burning alive in a spaceship alternating with a song about diamonds. She didn't mind either, really, but she really wished it had a loop of more than two songs.

[OOC: Open as open can get! Come at me, Fandom!]

lockestheway

Portals elsewhere might break, send you to the wrong planet, or leave you hanging; this one was forever faithful to its own schedule.

Sadly, for those denizens of the island who might have grown attached to their children, that meant it was time to say goodbye. The portal popped up blazing purple in the center of the park, calling to those it had taken here just a few days ago.

Time to go, time to go home, children.

[[ for your AU kidlet goodbyes! Sniff. ]]

bitten_notshy

Jack's perfectly peaceful weekend day of errand-running had been interrupted by not one, but two phone calls from Fandom along the lines that he should get to the island now. That the day after prom had decided he didn't need to be on the island to become a parent for a day.

(He was still hoping the call about the triplets had been an early April Fool's prank. Three mini-Emmas, dear God...)

It was Sunday before he could get a portal onto the island, but now here he was. Sipping tea and bracing himself for whatever was to come next.

[OOC: Open post!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The streamers were looking a little droopy, the food tables were somewhat picked over, there was probably more glitter on the floor than the actual decorations, and the punch was most definitely spiked by now... but the night was young and the party was still going strong.

[ more arrival/mingling / punch & food / shadowy corners / chaperones / dance floor / ooc ]

didntchewgrass.livejournal.com

Elphaba was going to take her punishment with dignity. She might not have wanted to work this job, she might not have wanted to even really be in the shop again. But given what would happen if she and Britta did not do so, well, she found this the better alternative.

She spent much of her time staring at the Squishy machine. What sort of tik-tok witchery was that thing, any way?

Today's Squishy Flavors: Green Apple, Sour Grapes, Red.

Turtle & Canary was open!

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!]

endsthegame

( And then they found a mirror, and a book, and something to do with both. )

~

( And so with a flash of light, one team found themselves in a dark and drab swamp... the other, in another place entirely. )

[[ just a little bit more in the ocd, and after that, stay tuned... but already I offer a great big thank you to everyone who signed on to do this. you were absolutely magnificent. ]]

endsthegame

( In which Finale Team 1 accidentally strolls onto a mountain. With dragons. And zombies. )

[[ more in the ocd... ]]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy was uncharacteristically serious as he set up for the day's rehearsal. Part of him rather hoped that most people would show up today -- it would mean that they were here, safe, protected. At least for a little while longer.

He had a few different ideas for what to do today, instead of the typical rehearsal, so rather than the usual tea, alongside the water pitchers there were bottles of pop and a couple of pizzas, and a tray of ~~moddable~~ baked goods from JGoB.

throughaphase

Kitty had spent most her day at the library, and she honestly thought there were more worthwhile things to do with her time tonight than serving drinks. But she also realized that people might need some sort of distraction where they didn't have to look outside at all the black and could get a drink if they needed it, and so she was behind the bar tonight.

Tino was somewhere not here. Good thing she came in, then.

furnaceface

Jono was... more than a touch subdued this evening as he opened the doors to let the performers in for rehearsal. And could anybody really blame him if he was counting heads as people came in, not because he was worried about attendance, but more because he was concerned about people's ability to attend?

The pitchers of water were set out again, because that was... some sort of thing, he supposed, what with all the singers and such. There was hot water as well today, with a few assorted teabags- green, ginger, peppermint. And honey, should anyone want to sweeten it some.

"Today," he said to the group at large, looking and sounding about as tired as he felt, "we're going to try to finalize what it is you each want to perform for the showcase. It's difficult to rehearse if you don't have material to rehearse. If you're still struggling for something to do, talk to one of us and we'll do what we can to help. We might not understand the finer points of holidays such as Lurlinemas or Winsol, but artistic and technical advice, we can do."

A beat.

"And if there's anything else you need that you'd rather not discuss in front of the group, feel free to take us aside or speak to us after rehearsal. I have a feeling we both understand."

[Open!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy was... perhaps a little bouncy today, yes, upon arriving at the Boards -- which he really needed to get around to moving into, now that the renovations were finished. But that could wait.

Because it was time for REHEARSALS!

There were pitchers of ice water set up on a table at the side of the stage, and a notebook and pencil for each member of the cast; Troy was up on stage this time, rather than in the audience, ready to work with his cast.

His cast. How awesome was that?

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

"We know that things have not been very okay lately," Dolf said. There was no better way to start a meeting than with an understatement, right? "People and places have been disappearing and nobody but us seems to remember they existed. And the causeway is being crazy, says the radio."

He wouldn't know. His own universe was still out of reach for him, and he didn't exactly spend a lot of time on the mainland - he still felt self-conscious about his English. "So we thought we should all talk, and come up with ideas." He shot Karla and Wesley an expectant look.

Karla glanced over at him and nodded, stepping forward. "The big problem is, we have no idea what's going on. We can't tell if there's some kind of pattern, if there was some kind of precipitating event, where the vanished things are going--or even if there is a where. Right now, we're dealing with a lot of suppositions and half-guesses. That's one of the reasons we called this meeting today, before people started going home for the holiday."

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

"One of the things we need is more information. Are people vanishing from your world? Who? When? What happens when objects and places vanish? Are there things that are linking the disappeared across multiverses? The more information we have, the better we'll be able to figure out what is going on. And from there, figure out how to reverse it."

"We understand that some of you may have lost people, and it might be difficult to talk about," Wesley made sure to add. "But if you're at all able, it'd be invaluable for us if you could share what you've been experiencing, both here and in your home worlds. And if you know of anything from your home or anywhere else that might be responsible for what's been happening, even if you aren't certain, that could be incredibly useful as well. It's difficult to propose any sort of a solution without an idea of what the cause is."

Hadn't stopped him from all but living in the library over the past week, though.

"So." He sat down in one of the chairs that had been set up in a huge circle. "Would anyone particularly like to start?"

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

It was the last day of auditions for the Winter Showcase! Troy was hopeful that they'd get at least a few more people today, enough to fill out their cast list -- maybe with a little more variety? It seemed for the most part to be pretty heavily Christmas-themed, and he had been hoping for a few more people from other worlds, or at least cultures on Earth that didn't celebrate Christmas.

Because really, how often did one get to direct a show about winter celebrations from other worlds?

AUDITIONS
FANDOM ISLAND WINTER SHOWCASE
Give the rest of the island a taste of your winter traditions from home!

Still no pizza, but there was a table set with some sliced fruit, pitchers of water, and some tea, if anyone cared to partake.

[Aaaand this is it, folks! OCD on its way; come one, come all, any act you can imagine!]

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

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It was Saturday night and time to grab your best gal for one heck of a dance. Or your best guy. Maybe your best sentient robot. Look, Fandom didn't judge your lifestyle choices.

The community center was decorated with the requisite streamers and glittery things to make it look like a disco threw up all over the 50's. But it was hardly a dance without unfortunate glitter, right? Right!

So, throw on a poodle skirt (or leather jacket) and get ready for a good time! And remember, this dance is open to all!

[[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up!]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

There was rather less to be done today in preparation for the auditions, truly, which would be why after making certain that everything was set up exactly the way he wanted, Genesis had flung himself down in a seat and was texting Angeal.

It gave him something to do while he waited to see who might show up. And it was always amusing to needle his old friend with taunts of a secret that he wasn't inclined to share just yet.

Casting for DOGS
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

He'd put the phone away when people began arriving, of course, but until then...

Well, why not?

trigons_child

After classes, Raven came into town to open up 'Dite's store, but her mind was completely elsewhere. She was exhausted from lack of sleep, and even in meditation she felt her father's presence seeking her out. She wouldn't be able to hide herself from him for much longer.

And she was afraid to admit to herself (let alone anyone else) how much the part of her that was her father's was actually enjoying the visions, deriving cruel delight from betraying her friends and making them suffer. The child of Azarath was sickened by the thought, but the demon blood that was slowly consuming her reveled in it. Trigon had corrupted her soul.

To stay in Fandom invited disaster, but it broke her heart to think of leaving the place that had been her home for almost two years now, more of a home than Azarath had ever been. She just had no idea of where she could go, and the thought of telling her friends -- Jono especially, and Karla, too -- made her choke up with tears. And they'd try to stop her from leaving, even at the cost of their own safety. She loved them too much to allow them take that risk for her. Hurting them in dreams was bad enough. Hurting them for real would be unbearable. She'd rather be dead.

So it was a very morose Raven behind the counter today, knowing she was rapidly running out of time and would have to make her decision. Soon.

Current Mood: morose

intraspective

“Sunflower, Sunflower...”

Ino was snickering to herself while studying while at Wellspring like a good little employee. Snickering, because it was funny, but at the same time, she had it stuck in her head and that was saying something too.

Either way, she was singing it quietly to herself.

Wellspring Arms is Open. And giggly.

furnaceface

Half the island seemed to have gone completely barmy, but the insanity had somehow managed to miss Jonothon somewhat. Difficult to burst into song when you had no mouth, after all.

By some miracle, he'd managed to set up something that somewhat resembled a stage using scraps scavenged from the abandoned warehouses, and he'd built a huge bloody bonfire on the beach, which he'd lit in his own special way while nobody happened to be looking. And, of course, this being the fifth of November, he'd even found a way to wrangle some fireworks.

Don't ask how. Jono could be resourceful when he wanted to be, damn it.

Now, really, all he needed was an audience. And a vocalist. Where the hell was Christian, anyhow?

[Open to all, with threads for Glee Club, Jono's band, and everyone else who wants to sing, too!]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Genesis cast his gaze over his ~~minions~~ actors and actresses. His eyes narrowed at the expected—he listened to radio, after all—but not approved of absence of one of them.

How were they supposed to do Scene Five without one half of it?

Hmmm.

Well, it was only two of the children who were involved. Perhaps he’d call them in for extra practice later.

"We’re moving on to scenes six through eight today," he informed them. Idly wondering how many would realize he'd just skipped a scene without bothering to justify that. "Which means several of you who’ve had no lines prior to this are up today. Rinoa, Ariel, Sara, Jack—you don’t get to sleep today—and Triela. Up on stage."

[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD has arrived! Carry on!]

intraspective

Ino had studied her schedule, idly contemplated who she hadn’t talked to in a while, wondered about places she could go that would be fun, and wound up making a decision.

See, picking Elphaba had meant that some of her options had been prudently cut out because Ino was a) not stupid and b) not cruel in this particular case and c) respectful of what she thought were some of Elphaba’s issues.

If pressed, she’d admit that she figured she owed it to Liir to look out for his mother in some universe. That she liked Elphaba for herself helped a fair bit too.

Which meant after ~~handwavily~~ inviting Elphaba out, with a list of what she’d need and the promise to explain why if she’d just meet up here, at this and this time, Ino was waiting, patiently, outside of the onsen.

And hoping this was a good idea. She definitely didn’t want it to backfire on her. At least the place wouldn’t be very busy, since it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week and most people would probably either have class or have work.

She tilted her head up and studied the sky, absently running over a few other things in her head.

[Ino is expecting/waiting for Elphie, but totally open if others want to use the onsen/talk to Ino, yes. Up early because of the chances of some work-induced SP.]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Genesis had spent the last few days brooding, as he tended to do when left alone, and sulking about missing Angeal. (Not that he'd admit it out-loud, but he would wager half his paycheck that Angeal knew exactly what he was doing.)

Today, however, he had something else to do.

And that something else? Rehearsal.

Drinks were set out--coffee, tea, various juices and, of course, bottled water. Food was set out--muffins, crackers and various things to put on said crackers, croissants, fruit and vegetables.

And Genesis was pacing on the stage. He'd get off as soon as people needed it.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

To say that Genesis was in a good mood today was like saying that rain was wet. He had his cast, he had a small but functional crew (though he could still add to that), and only one person had threatened him with death yesterday.

Which had been funny anyway.

All of that meant Genesis was all but chipper as he made certain that the chairs, arranged in a semi-circle were just so and that the food was laid out—mostly ~~moddable~~ foods that were simple to eat and would not leave a great mess—and drinks—juices, water, coffee and tea—were their proper temperatures.

Then it was a waiting game until his ~~minions~~ actors and actresses had all shown up. And then, then it was time to begin.

"I’m glad to see you all could make it." Because otherwise he’d have had to go looking for his actors and would not have been best pleased. Instead, he sounded coolly pleased with the situation. "Today we’ll be doing introductions: I’m Genesis Rhapsodos, the director, and so long as you’re in here, you answer to me." That covered things nicely, didn’t it? And was fairly reasonable, so far as he was concerned. "Excellent. As well as a read-through of the script. You are, at this time, permitted to ask any question so long as it concerns the play at hand."

And no, he would not change your role. And yes, this was him in a good mood.

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up omigod.]

apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com

Given the... diversity... of the auditions he had received on Wednesday, Genesis was in a fine mood as he picked idly through his scripts today. He smirked a bit, wondering at what reactions they would get upon seeing his chosen script for the play. Everything, of course, was already set up.

The people of Fandom were certainly enthusiastic, even if the majority of them had little skill to speak of. But some of them, some of them had potential.

And some of them just greatly amused him.

Which was its own value, push come to shove.

Casting for Snow White
Cast and crew needed! Free food and drink available!

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD is up, up and away!]

puppy_fair

This evening, there was a bit more activity going on in the preserve than the usual scampering and frolicking of the teal deer and the alots. Tonight, there were paper lanterns strung up through the branches and along the trees, there were tables set up in the clearing, and there was music. If it lacked a banner and balloons, they were hoping the glimmer of the lantern lights in the darkness made up for it.

Ino was turning seventeen, and there was only one thing to be done about it. Zack had sent out the e-mail yesterday, and he and Karla had taken care of the food and the cakes and the decorations, and, once Zack managed to get Ino to join them, they were going to celebrate!

[Up a little early for PARTY TIME goodness! Open!]

vanillajello

Kate had woken up early, and she wasn't sure why. Possibly it was because she knew she'd be heading to Baltimore after classes to work for a bit, to make up for Friday. She thought she might have woken up at an unusual time just because she knew there was weirdness coming up in her schedule.

But the fact was that she was up, and had a lot of time before her first class, so she made her way down to the Perk for an unbalanced breakfast of hot chocolate and a muffin.

She kind of liked the quiet of the morning on the island. Even if it somehow made her feel like she should've been smoking on the stroll through town. She didn't know why, either. And anyway, she was out of cigarettes.

And that led to wondering whether she could get Emma's attention across the island just by thinking about her and cigarettes very loudly.

She didn't really try it, though. It was a lazy morning at the Perk.

[ooc: Open! I've already given up on doing useful things today.]

intraspective

Tseng was her hero!

Which would be why Ino had ventured down to the post office today (once they’d called her) to pick up a package and after that it had just seemed natural to head to the Perk for hot chocolate and squeeing over the package and laughing over the note.

She took it seriously, of course, but it made her laugh. The undertones.

( Note is under here, woo! )

After ordering her first hot chocolate of the day (what? of course she was going to have more than one, surely that was what everyone did?) she settled in to examine it in detail and text a few people.

[Tseng’s note written by the ever amazing

puppy_fair. Ooopen post though bouts of SP likely as I’m at work zomg.

ETA: That Karla and Ino met and chattered is FB, the content of their convo is NFB, please!]

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