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reven8e.livejournal.com

It was inventory day!

There was nothing interesting to report. Books were books, computers were computers. Emily was both relieved and disappointed.

Suffice to say, she was knocking on wood every three seconds.

[ OCD-free! ]

endsthegame

The weather was being kind - perhaps unnaturally so. There was a large gap in the clouds right above Fandom island, sending sunlight streaming down even as the sun made its way towards the horizon.

Perfect time for a beach party. More or less. The organizers were just happy the date they'd picked and put on all the invites looked like it was turning out sunny, okay?

There were coolers with lemonade and... other things, there were beach balls and there was sand: perfect excuse for a party, right?

reven8e.livejournal.com

So Emily was on the beach; why yes, it was a nice evening to stand around and brood like a champ. She was actually checking her cell phone every five seconds, but surely that wasn't important.

Or at least it wasn't important until she got text message. No number, no nothing; just five words.

'this weekend. check your room'

Emily sighed as she pocketed her phone. "Here we go," she said as she stared at the waves. Like a boss.

[ Open night beach! Broody Emily activities encouraged yet not necessary. ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

So after the Skywalker's class (and changing her shoes because dammit, chickens) Emily headed right to work. And much to her surprise, the phone didn't stop ringing and the mails didn't stop entering since the moment she sat.

"Hello, Portalocity Office? Yes, we can send you to the Cambrian period. No, I don't think we have the authority to allow you to build a house there."

"Hello, Portalocity Office. I'm sorry, portals to alternate versions of the French Revolution are under maintenance.

"Yes, Portalocity Office? Wh-what? No, we don't and won't experiment with cutting down portals with people halfway through them. Aperture what?"

"Portal- Oh, it's you! No, you can't kill Hitler. No, seriously, please stop calling."

It was going to be a day.

[ I don't eve know. Open! ]

whenshewasnice

Natalie didn't come to the beach that often. As a pale Montrealer, it wasn't really her scene. But having come back from Seattle, she'd just felt like she needed to spend some time somewhere that wasn't a bouncy castle. Or filled with people. So here she was. It had rained earlier, but it wasn't raining right now. Natalie had kicked her shoes off, and was carrying them in one hand as she walked back and forth in the damp sand.

Somehow it soothed her. She wasn't even entirely sure why she was feeling upset, but she was feeling pretty hollow. Maybe it was just that she'd had a weird, stressful week, and now that the primary stress was leaving her, finally, she didn't know what to do with herself. (Like she ever really did.) And feeling the sand under her feet and between her toes was at least making her feel physically grounded, if not mentally.

She'd just walk for a while before going back to tend to her animal friends and read up on future politics. Yes. That was what she'd do.

[ooc: Open beach is open, whether for Nat-bothering or other beachy needs!]

reven8e.livejournal.com

After a rather normal class, Emily was expecting a pretty quiet day at work.

There was a difference between having a quiet day and not having work at all though. "So this is boredom, not calm," Emily muttered as she made the fiftieth paper plane. Yeul wouldn't probably know the difference, and for that Emily was a bit envious.

"C'mon, ring you stupid thing." Alas, the phone did not yield.

[ Open Office, also pretty damn late. No OCD because honestly. ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

It was a slow day at the office, so Emily was going through past bookings to make sure everyone was going where and when they wanted to go.

Or at least she was trying to, although she was currently immersed into a breathtaking lecture of why you couldn't't travel to Germany in the past and kill Hitler.

What? She was already thinking with portals.

The Office was open!

[ OCD free! ]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

In honor of Eponine, who had no idea about Jell-O shots, Kenzi was trying out new recipes.

DRINK UP BEFORE THE NEW KIDS ARE HERE
Rate a Jell-O shot, get one free!
Invent a Jell-O shot, get one free!

reven8e.livejournal.com

It had been quite a day ~~for the mun~~.

She had gotten some rich kid trying to organize a multiversal party with all his friends, and when he couldn't make up his mind, Emily had suggested that he just threw everything he had thought at her to see what ended up sticking.

Three hours later, she was pretty sure this guy was going to set a record. Or get himself killed. Maybe both.

Emily herself was taking a minute to quietly collapse in her desk. Just a minute.

[ Life happened. ]

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 ]]

reven8e.livejournal.com

Today there hadn't been that many complaint calls, which was actually a pretty good sign and was making Emily a little less paranoid about sending people the wrong way (which she hadn't done just yet, to her understanding), so she was giving the procedures book a more in depth read.

The procedures book was thicker than most bibles Emily knew and as big as any regular magazine she could think off, so she had been forced to procure some coffee before venturing into the exciting dynamics of Thinking with Portals. That and she really didn't want to risk falling into a coma.

But the office was open!

reven8e.livejournal.com

Emily had grown used to the island's weird stuff to the point she could tell when a Crazy Weekend was happening, specially since she wasn't caught in the weird. Sitting alone on the sand and feeling slightly freaked out by how people were acting back in the dorm, she sort of wished she had just turned into something else and be done with it. ~~Next time she's so turning into a rose or something.~~

She was fully aware that sooner or later she would need to stand up and walk back, but Emily wasn't really that eager to do that just yet.

"Stupid crazy island," Emily said, half yelled as she kicked some sand.

[ Open post. Emily is unaffected, yes. I didn't have the energy to turn her into real!Emily/fake!Amanda/headache. Maybe next time. ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

After everything that had happened, Emily just felt kind of...meh. It wasn't the most defined emotion ever, true, but she was starting to think that if she decided to just keep avoiding the fact some seriously screwed up things happened to her (regardless of how well the rest of the island was dealing with it) she was likely to start getting ~~more~~ depressed, and she couldn't afford that. Not while in Fandom, at least. She already felt like avoiding the common spaces more than usual, which was a bad sign.

She had walked down to the beach in hopes to clear her head, but truth to be told it was only making her want to go in for a swim. "Should've brought a swimsuit then," muttered to herself as she took a seat in the sand. Feeling antisocial? Go to the one spot that is usually empty, yeah.

Emily sighed; if she was going to get all broody there, at least she had to do it seriously.

[ Sad Emily is sad. Open post~ ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

Emily had almost forgotten she had a job now, but that's when making notes with alarms came in handy. So she had been right on time to get to do things and what not, mostly to keep her mind away from last week. She didn't want to look bad to Sam by not working her first day, even though she supposed there could be an excuse, all things considered. Either way, she wanted to be there.

So Emily was basically manning the desk, a heavy book of instructions next to the computer as she made sure she wasn't scheduling anybody a one way trip to the center of a star. "Well, anybody besides the guy that actually made the reservation", Emily said under her breath. She wasn't going to judge.

The office is open!

nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com

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

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

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

...

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

"Definitely a cult."

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

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

playsforkepesh

Sam had been expecting a lot of different things from her new job at Portalocity, but the first thing to take her by surprise was the completely disastrous state of the office. It wasn't just the inch-thick layer of dust on everything, which, among other things, was so deeply wedged into the front door lock that it had taken quite a bit of fiddling with the key to get it open. It also wasn't just the balled-up sheets of paper that had somehow found their way inside reading PORTALOCITY SUCKS and FIRE tHE FUCKING GNOME! Even the old memos and printouts that someone had left on the desk over a year ago weren't the worst of it.

No, what looked like the worst thing came about as soon as Sam got settled at the desk and took a look at her new work email on her omni-tool. Customer service complaints were pouring in by the second, filling up so much of her inbox that it took Sam a few moments to notice that she actually needed to set up a portal today, too. In the park. That went to dozens of different dimensions. She knew right away that it would take quite a bit of time to even find the email with instructions on how to do that, with all of the complaints she was getting, so instead of following the agenda she'd written up ahead of time for the day, she got to work on that at once.

Later, she tore herself away from answering emails for just long enough to make a sign by the front:

WELCOME TO PORTALOCITY
Make your travel arrangements here!
Now hiring.

reven8e.livejournal.com

Emily wasn't thinking about yesterday, but she was just arriving from the mainland, which was turning out to be the one place she ended up retreating when things went south. And as much as she had decided to take things with all the grace she could, it had been a pretty frustrating night.

So Emily had blissfully lost most of the day's events, perhaps for the best, considering she was in no mood to deal with little brats. She had found her way to the park, and was now wandering in silence; she couldn't go to the beach every time she felt like going away after all.

Emily's thoughts were cut short by her complaining stomach. "Maybe I should get something to eat."

[ Open Park! For park and Emily and au kids stuff. ]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The collective wisdom of the Student Council this week pretty much boiled down to "body glitter is AMAZING", and that somehow translated to a space theme for prom. The ceiling was covered in twinkling lights, and there were glitter-drenched foam planets, moons and asteroids hanging in corners and above the dance floor and buffet.

There was glitter everywhere, of course, because "excellent focus" wasn't really a hallmark of anyone this week and vials of the stuff kept getting knocked over. There was also containers of body glitter on the tables for those who might not be sparkly enough yet and some slightly questionable artwork of scantily clad aliens with gravity-defying body parts to take pictures next to because teenagers under the effects of sex pollen made the best decorating choices.

The food trended toward the chocolate-covered and supposedly aphrodisiac (with plenty of edible glitter added in, of course) and the punch was unspiked for the moment.

The lights were down low, there were plenty of dark corners, the music was a little Marvin Gaye-heavy and the chaperones, frankly, had their work cut out for them tonight.

Welcome to Prom Night 2013! Try to behave yourselves.

[OOC: Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food and Punch | Shadowy Corner | Dancing | Chaperones | OOC] And don't forget to vote!

Current Mood: bouncy

reven8e.livejournal.com

Emily was sitting comfortable at the Perk, laptop open and latte resting by her side. She had decided to try and actually seat somewhere public when using her laptop for a change, and she was already realizing how might not have been a good idea; regardless of how little interest people paid to her, Emily kept freezing every time they passed nearby, feeling like they were about to peek into what she was looking. Which was...pics and gifs of dogs, apparently; talking about Sammy had gotten her reminiscing, and she had ultimately decided to just stare at cute puppies until she could put the feelings behind her again.

Not long enough had Emily moved to a corner (not shadowy enough, she noticed) and kept looking up, feeling kind of stupid.

She wasn't moving though.

[ Open Perk! This has happened to me more than enough times, sob. ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

Not having anything better to do with herself after spending a much needed night of socialization, Emily had decided to get some 'standing in cold water' time. She had listened to the radio, and while she had hoped not to get as much squirrel attention as she had, Emily supposed she couldn't really blame Topher for being...Topher, which was basically the only thing saving him from a slow, painful death.

And oddly enough, she was smiling. Much against her desires, she was starting to feel at home despite the fact the place had enough weirdness going on to make her feel plain average. Maybe that was its appeal. Dammit Fandom, she couldn't make with feeling at ease, not there, not until she was done. Still, Emily was utterly failing at battling that sudden good mood, so cold seawater it was.

[ Open Sunday beach!]

hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com

Well, the dates were over, which was good news for April, who was not a speed-dating fan, but bad news for Tino, who was convinced that April was going to kill him with her eyes or something. He was still making her elaborate drinks which she continued to simply set on the bar for display purposes, which gave April an idea. To the three-minute dates crowd at large that had yet to disperse, she announced, "Hey, guys. Whoever can order the most difficult drink from this guy gets to drink free all night. Tino's buying."

Then she chugged some beer.

April really didn't enjoy Valentine's Day week. Drinking, though. Drinking, she enjoyed.

hasadestiny

If there was one thing a Fandom Dance could be guaranteed to have, it was glitter. Thus the abundance of glitter coating the hall decorations should have come as no surprise to the arriving guests, that a large number of said decorations were pterodactyl-shaped may have.

But the theme was 'Love is in the Air', and if you did not agree that the mighty the pterodactyl was the most romantic of flying creatures, then maybe the winged cow was for you. Or perhaps the helicopter.

In any case, there were open doors, and unspiked punch, and the 2013 Valentine's Day dance was ready to welcome you all.

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

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

With less pomp and circumstance than usual, it was time to start the dates right at 8:00. Fandom alum Bruce Wayne strode out onto the stage with some notecards in one hand and a rather festive-looking drink in the other.

"Good evening. Welcome to Caritas, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. If you're in the student group and have been in Fandom at least a year now, there's a fair chance that you already know that I'm Bruce Wayne, because I probably met you on a date at one of these events," Bruce said, giving a small smile and a shrug. "But on the chance that you didn't meet me that way, hi, it's nice to meet you now. I graduated from Fandom High in 2012. Before then, I apparently did so many of these things that when they needed a host, somebody remembered me and figured I was qualified."

"So, clearly, 3 Minute Dates didn't work for me in the long-term. But I had enough fun meeting people and making connections that I came back time after time. I hope all of you have at least that same kind of experience." Bruce took a sip of his drink before placing it on the stool next to him.

"But enough of that. Let's get things started. First things first, let me introduce your Fandom High Gremlins cheerleaders, who have been good enough to cheer everyone on. And, according to my notes, it looks like several of them will even be participating in the dates. Second, the rules are simple. I'll read off the names of the pairings in each round. You'll meet up, talk for three minutes, and then the zombie drummer will hit the gong and we'll move to the next round. After doing this five times, the dates are over and the next round will be at the bar and will be drinks. I'm paying."

"Good luck, everyone!"

[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.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning.For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ all set! Go, play! Big thanks to

solo_sword for the assist!

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.]

glacial_queen

Nemit had spent the weekend divebombing the tank where she kept her psychedelic frogs, which Karla was taking to mean that he was bored being cooped up in her room. So she decided to bring him to 'Dite's with her (after feeding her frogs an extra ration of Jello as an apology) to give her frogs a chance to recover and Nemi a chance to fly around somewhere with more space.

Besides, it was Valentine's week. That meant there was a lot of new stock to move, including chocolates, lingerie, sexy games, and romantic movies for people to enjoy either by themselves or with a special someone.

So while Nemi flew around and burbled, Karla was setting up displays for the holiday.

Get Ready For V-Day: 10% Off Orders of 5 Items or Fewer, 25% off Orders of 6 Items or More!

[All links NSFW]

reven8e.livejournal.com

So, that thing had happened, and Emily had basically decided to hide under her bed and deal with her father not being anywhere near. She was glad, in a way, because she knew it would be all the worst to have something and lose it right away, but still, seeing everyone else with their dead people having a somewhat good, if not awkward good time had made her...maybe a bit...just slightly.

Jealous.

So there she as, almost knee deep into the water, arms folded around her, looking particularly pissed off at the world.

Business as usual.

[ Open! ]

reven8e.livejournal.com

Emily was at the beach, in what sooner or later was going to turn her usual spot. Maybe. It was a nice place with not too much people where she could just stop thinking for a while and sink her feet into the currently freezing water. Emily's definition of a 'nice time' really had some differences with most people, apparently. It also served as a good time and place to think about what she had been doing recently; apparently the radio broadcast of the last time she was around placed a Jack Frost in the scene, but Emily didn't see or hear anyone. She maybe felt something out of place, but thinking back to that time she found it impossible to recreate the feeling from that moment.

She knew of a Jack Frost, although she hadn't thought about it for a long, long time, and now that the name was there again, Emily had started to think of just how many things could happen in Fandom. Still, it was too simple to just accept the Jack Frost she had heard as a little girl had anything to do with this, or that the radio wasn't just messing with her; Emily wanted more evidence.

For the moment though, it was the waves and herself alone. She might even go and look for people to talk later.

[ Open, of course. ]

throughaphase

After the first two times she'd tried duct taping the drummer's arm back on, Kitty gave up. And scrubbed up to her elbows in the bathroom afterwards, because ew.

Do you know what the sound of one hand drumming was? It was really annoying, that was what it was.

FREE DRINK TO ANYONE WHO GETS HIS ARM TO STAY ON

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Portalocity Office; Tuesday

The Beach, Friday Evening

The Beach; Wednesday Evening

Portalocity Office; Tuesday

The Beach, Monday Evening

Portalocity Office; Tuesday

Portalocity Office; Tuesday

Caritas, Thursday evening

Portalocity Office

Graduation Brunch, the Park, Early Sunday Afternoon

Portalocity Office; Tuesday

The Beach; Saturday Night

The Beach; Thursday Late Afternoon

Portalocity Office; Tuesday

The Unexplored Wooded Area, Sunday Afternoon

Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Monday

The Park, Saturday Evening

PROM! Community Center, Friday Evening [Part 1]

The Perk; Friday Afternoon

The Beach; Sunday Afternoon

Caritas, Saturday

Valentine's Dance, Town Hall, Friday Evening

3 Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

The Beach; Monday Afternoon

The Beach, Friday Afternoon

Caritas- Tuesday

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