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cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was working, of course.

She'd come into the office, done her neatening up, checked the shelves to make sure that all of the law reference texts were where they were supposed to be, and watered the plant. Then she'd gotten down to the usual.

But she was also thinking.

They were in the cabins now. The cabins meant fires. The fires meant, well, that maybe Operation: Talk To People Again might become exponentially easier. At least, she hoped. It might not. She'd have to see.

Tonight. Definitely. She'd definitely go to a fire tonight instead of hiding with one of her books.

[ocdless but open!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was doing the work thing today.

Which wasn't to say that she didn't do it every Tuesday, of course, but there were times when her mind was elsewhere and other times where she was working at something at the same time. But today, she was Working with a capital W.

There was cleaning around the office to do, reorganizing the file cabinets, tending to the plant... it was all pleasantly tedious and she took to it with a gusto.

[ocdless, but EEEE NEW BIT OF CANON]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

It felt sort of weird to be her today.

She felt unbalanced, out of sorts. She looked at her birthday coming up, her and Eliot's birthday coming up, and all she could wonder was if something new and terrifying was going to happen on that day too. Or would they be called home that weekend? Did she want to go home? Could she face her mother knowing what she knew... and not spill the beans?

The whole thing had her wishing she could be at the salle practicing on something, but instead she'd just have to hope the reserves would prove interesting today. At least she had all of her notes compiled, as she'd promised Arthur.

[ocdless but open!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona had enjoyed her ~~handwaved~~ visit to see her brother's school. The Institute was certainly... different. Very strict and stodgy, with about half as much homework as their Mother had regularly assigned. They also had uniforms and strict curfews, lots of things ~~that are probably going to get Jossed as soon as the new chapters of the next book come out in March~~.

It had made her infinitely glad that, despite her troubles, she was at Fandom.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
[open if OCDless!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona threw herself into work with the abandon of the newly single. There was research to do, books to replace and reindex, calls to answer, forms to file; she was keeping busy.

That was when the phone rang. She answered it ( without thinking. )

And she hung up the phone to continue with her duties, somehow both better and worse than she'd been before the call.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
[ocdless but open!]

atreideslioness

No announcement had been made concerning the cancellation of Fight Club, so as members fought their way to Atlas Gym, snow continued to come down around them. Huge drifts of it, starting to reach astronomical heights.

Once people got the gym, however, they'd find their fearless leaders outside, one large pile of snowballs already sculpted and stacked in the middle of the road. "Time to put theory into practice," Ghanima called out, not looking the least bit cold or uncomfortable. Someone was cheating and already manipulating her body in the Bene Gesserit fashion; not feeling the weather was fantastic. "No quarter, and no mercy."

Tyler, meanwhile, was cold, borderline miserable, and warmed only a bit by his thoughts of dropping snow down Ghanima's collar. Yeah, he fought dirty. "Which means a snowball fight," he explained, and gestured to divide the crowd. "You guys here are red team, you guys there are blue team. Group with the most people standing in an hour wins."

He glanced over to Ghanima, and, reluctantly, added, "Rocks with a little bit of snow on them are not appropriate artillery."

"And if someone does yield, go find another target," she continued. "There's no honor in putting a defeated foe into a snowbank."

Off hours, Tyler might have argued that it could be funny. In front of the club ... "Right," he said. "Let's get to it."

[OCD up! Fire away!]

Current Mood: cold

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was catching up on all that she had left behind when she'd left early the other day. Of course the other employees had done some of it, the time critical parts, but she was glad they'd left her most of it since she'd have felt horrible to have someone have to do her work.

Well, not that horrible. Half a week on a beach in Thailand will do that to you.

[ocdless but open!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was doing her research and her job, of course, but she was also sending out a few emails, mostly to check in with people.

To her aunt Dallas, she sent some pictures from the trip to NY, as well as a long letter telling her about the party and the museums and her time with her friends. She assured her aunt that she was fine, that despite her fears to the contrary that New Years hadn't actually managed to spook her.

...it hadn't helped that it had snowed that day, but Fiona liked to think that showed she was getting over some of her twitches.

To her uncle Aaron, she reported her progress. That email was brief and to the point. Uncle Henry got an update re: her school work and her friends, and a small request to say hello to Cee; she wasn't even going to try and attempt a call home now. Cautious, but unwilling to deny herself, she also sent an email to her father, asking about how he was and his holiday and also to trade a few amusing observations about cats. It was a strange thing to bond over, but so it was.

The last one she sent was to Robert, asking for pictures of the Maybach. He'd probably wonder why, but she was reasonably sure she'd have them by the end of the day; Robert always seemed eager to help her, even since they'd... become slightly awkward. Eliot didn't get an email. Instead, every few minutes between notes, he got a text message.

Vocabulary insult of the digital age, folks.

[ocdless but don't let that stop you!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was, regardless of what she'd spoken to Griff about, looking online to see if there was anything she could get him for... whatever holiday he might celebrate that was in December. She was keeping it small, relatively low-cost, but she wanted to give him something. Hopefully, he would appreciate the surprise.

...if only she could figure something out.

[ocdless because I'm lazy but happy to take pings!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

So far, so good. Nothing had exploded, no one was a beaver, and there was not a single ice rink to be seen. Maple syrup was absent, was any other unfortunate substance. No one tasted like anything specific--

This might in fact be a production without something going wrong, though Geoffrey wouldn't even quite think the thought for fear of jinxing it.

...little did he know, of course.

[ocd up!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Back at work and her head finally felt a little more clear. Things were starting to differentiate a little bit now; for a while, it'd just seemed like a great big blur of blah. She hadn't mentioned it to Eliot, mostly because she hadn't wanted him worrying.

She'd done her own self diagnosis, of course; someone who'd read as many medical texts as she had was bound to. While anyone else, she would have recommended to the school counselor, Fiona had decided just to stick through it and try to come out the other end. After all, she couldn't tell someone like that half of what she should; she only told people she was sure could avoid or handle her family.

So maybe a trip to Aphrodite was in order. Or... or she should finally tell Griff. You know, that thing she probably should have told him the second after she'd found out about it? Ugh.

After work.

[ocdless as I drag myself back into the saddle]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was having a little trouble concentrating. Lately, everything had just felt... well, it'd felt mind-numbingly normal. As if there was something she was missing, something she should be doing.

Something that might be cooking off the island, back home. Eliot had told her that she was overreacting, that she just wasn't used to boring old normality like they'd had for 15 years of their lives.

She'd told him she'd call him tomorrow.

[ocdless but up!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was...

Alive. Doing all right. Practically attached to her phone. In between research, filing, and answering phones, she was discussing the situation with Eliot. Some of what he was saying (including a few comments on his, er, friendship with Peyton) made a lot of sense; some of it was kind of troubling and they'd ended up playing vocabulary insult more than a few times when it wasn't expected. Either way...

[ocd missing, presumed dead]

Current Mood: aggravated

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona had a lot on her mind, so she decided that she'd go light on the research and focus on handling the phonecalls and the filing work. She also decided to clean the office a little, if only because cleaning was familiar and numbingly mindless.

It did make her think of her brother, though. And the arrangement she'd started with Professor Maximus. Which just had her working harder.

I can't tell him about this.

And that was, quite probably, the worst part.

[ocdless]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was trying to cheer herself up from various things by putting chrysanthemums in her hair. Then decided to take that to flower crowns, maybe some wreaths. It kept her busy and from anything resembling brooding. That was so not her.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

[OCD free]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona hadn't really spoken to anyone. Fiona was, in fact, sort of avoiding people. That said, she couldn't avoid her job, or at least her work ethic wouldn't let her, and so she was here, sitting at the desk, completely unable to focus.

She was making a very good show of pretending to focus, however. You'd actually have to look at her notes to see that she'd written the same thing three times. You'd also have to know Japanese, Italian, and a Mandarin, but that was besides the point.

The Law offices were open.

[ocdless but I'm here!]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was rather proud of herself.

She was reasonably certain she'd come up with something useful for the case she'd been given. She wasn't sure if it would work since the precedent was in another state and might not apply given some of the different laws between states, but it was certainly worth a shot, she figured.

Otherwise, she was well; she'd found out that Eliot could definitely make it for the weekend when family was allowed to visit and she'd sent out a text to her Aunt Dallas to see if she could come as well. Hopefully, her mother wouldn't even hear about it.

All in all, things could be worse.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was in a good mood, but she was also considering something that she didn't particularly want to consider.

The clinic.

Professor Atreides had asked her to check in with the clinic since her system was considerably less than normal and she'd promised that she would. But she had no interest in seeing the cots lined up as they had been during the terrible dream-coma incident and the idea of actually being the patient...

Someone was a little more perturbed by her experiences than she liked to admit.

That said, she'd promised, so she had to go, but she was wondering if she should ask someone to go with her and if so, who.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was glad to be at work, if only because she felt like doing something properly academic if only to shut Eliot up. One more text message about her 'easy' classes and she thought she might have to go visit him just to list of the madness she had to deal with on top of classes. He didn't have to deal with syrup from the skies!
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.
[if OCDless!]

gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com

So many new faces. So many new fresh minds. So many who hadn't yet been terrorized by walking spots.

Yes, G'Kar was looking forward to meeting them all. To this end, he had placed a sign in the window.

Free Squishy Day!
Come check out your friendly local shop and get a free squishy!

Apu, of course, was just going through his usual routine of cleaning, organizing and restocking.

It was going to be a good day.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Root Beer, Mystery (aka, whatever you want it to be)

Current Mood: chipper

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.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Having a definite MacFinlay meant that he was reasonably all right today, though he was still in the position of finding another Dougan unless Maron came back (which he doubted).

All the same, after Tuesday he wasn't quite so worried. Hopefully, nothing insane would happen this time around. ...then again, his knuckles were sore from knocking on wood so much.

[ocd up!][and once more ooc note as we need another Dougan (unless Maron wants to come back?)]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona winced as she pulled the phone away from her ear. It was her phone, her personal phone, which she'd decided to check for voicemail during her lunch break.

...she didn't know Eliot could curse like that. Apparently, she wasn't the only one learning new things.

She resolved to dial him back after reserves. That would give her time to come up with something to make the fact that she'd been turned into a kitten for a week sound less embarrassing to her twin brother.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona wasn't quite dancing, as she didn't really have the inclination to do such a thing, but she was in just about the best mood she'd ever been in up to and including the day she'd been inducted into the Order of the Celestial Rose. She was wearing it today, tucked over her ear, and one of her favorite dresses and the cute pair of sandals she'd picked out with Dinah what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Dinah! Oh goodness, she had to tell Dinah. And go shopping. And grab Peyton maybe. And Zack! Zack needed a hug just because he was Zack. Leto too. Hell, in this mood, she might hug Arthur.

...okay, correction, she wouldn't but she'd almost want to! Which was the important thing.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
Yes, the law offices were open but hopefully no one would mind someone answering phones, manning the front desk, and researching unfortunate violent crime who couldn't stop smiling.

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

[has just noticed this DID NOT POST]

Fiona came to the store today in a much better mood than the last time she'd covered for 'Dite. In fact, she was downright friendly to the customers. She didn't know what most of it was or what it was supposed to do, but she could read a box and the backs of the magazines and the little shopping advice pamphlets near the front of the store so she did her best to be helpful.

And she decided to buy another one of those silk robes. Next to the yo-yo that she carried around with her at all times, it was just about the best gift she'd ever gotten if the other night was any indication.

[ocd up!][link unsurprisingly NWS]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was having a relatively good day, so she neatened up the front office and watered the plant before she even sat down to work on her case. She hadn't had much to report of late, and a few of her ideas had ended up being dead ends, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to work on it.

...she was sort of hoping that someone came by to say hello, though.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

The office was open.

atreideslioness

Ghanima was alone today, no Tyler in sight as people filed into the gym.

"Thank you all for being understanding about my choice to cancel club last week. Considering the extenuating circumstances, I'm sure some of us wanted an outlet, but I needed to be with my stepmother."

"I'm going to make it easy this week," she announced. "You two, you two. You and you, and you and you. Mr. Durden can't be here today, so I'm going to ask everyone to function as my other set of eyes, since contrary to popular rumor, I do not have a pair in the back of my head."

"Be smart, know your limits, and go toss someone into the mats a few times. I have a feeling that we all need it."

Mingle / Training Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Ghanima / OOC

[Up early for SP Goodness!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was trying to be in a good mood today, but she just couldn't seem to manage it. She was worried, about Griff mostly and for once it had nothing to do with her relationship with him so much as just with him. There was more damage there than he was admitting to and she didn't know how to approach him, or even if she was the person who should approach him. Then there was Dinah, who also had her worried and she wanted to do something there but she wasn't sure what would be appropriate. She'd learned quite a lot the last few months about how to handle relationships, but nothing had ever said how to do something like this.

So she answered the phones and worked on her case and tried her damn best to keep her emotions turned off, no matter how hard it was getting to be.

Helpless. She was helpless again and this time there was no one to blame but her own failings.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.
[ocdless!]

gunandcoffee.livejournal.com

Early morning and Reese was scowling, which, admittedly, wasn't anything new. The reason behind it was.

Reese was willing to let it go but nooo... someone wouldn't shut-up about it. She opened her water bottle and took a swig, when she turned a corner she saw Aphrodite was already at the starting line.

There was a crisis and she had better things to do but here she was outside, preparing for a foot race. Swell. Reese's scowl deepened. Seriously, how did she get roped into this?

(Aphrodite modded with permission.)

(OOC: Open! Point, stare, and call them crazy. ~~'Cause they kind of are~~. Post in SP due to time difference.)

Current Mood: aggravated

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona held the door for her roommate as they stepped into the pet store, the whole thing a very new experience for her in quite a few ways. They hadn't had a pet store in Del Sombre, for one, and if they had she had a very good idea that her mother wouldn't have let her and her brother within a 100 yards of it.

[for one! or if anyone wanted the pet store for anything, obviously ^_^]

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

Things had been much simpler when she'd just zapped her inventory into being, but having employees had made her start ordering things and having to deal with vendors.

"No, I do NOT want a box of tentacle porn. I didn't like it, didn't order it, and I sure as heck don't want 25 copies every month!"

She glared at the box on her counter. "I don't care that other stores are buying it. I'm not buying it. Got it?"

Whatever the guy on the other end of the phone said, it couldn't have been good. Aphrodite stood straight, her eyes narrowing, her free hand crushing the cookie she'd gotten this morning at Jeff's.

"Listen, Mister Tentacles, I'm the goddess of love and there is no expression of real love that I have a problem with. Doesn't mean I'm going to sell it." She paused. "Yes. Yes, I really am the goddess of love. Really. Yes."

There was muted sarcasm and laughter from the other end of the line.

"Listen, you little cretin!" That *zapping* sound would have been the box of 25 magazines going up in a blaze. Possibly more, if the shocked yelps from the phone were any indication. "If you send me another box of magazines like this I'm going to make you a permanent part of one of them, got it? And you won't be the one with tentacles!" With that she slammed the phone down.

A wave of her hand and the burning box was gone, leaving behind the smell of burnt paper and a few drifting ashes that mixed with the remains of her cookie. Another wave and that was gone too.

Aphrodite dropped into her chair, grabbing a catalog on the way. Anything to get her mind off what had just happened. "Oh, look, pocket vibrators are all the rage. What a surprise."

Decadent Delights is open. Mind the angry goddess, and don't mention tentacles.

(OOC: Dite's expecting a party of four, but will be around for any other erotic needs. Anyone mentioning hentai or tentacles gets an automatic bewitchment of whatever they're holding at the time. Disclaimer: While elements from the BDE will occur, the actual plot to be played is separate.)

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

While Morgana was much happier to be back in the dorms, she wasn't quite ready to go back to her room yet this evening, and was taking some time for a walk through town. She was busy wondering if the bakery was still open when she was suddenly hit with a strange sensation of...something being wrong. It was the way she'd felt after she had a bad dream, but here, she couldn't put her finger on exactly what had happened.

A leisurely stroll suddenly didn't seem so important anymore, and she made her way back to the dorms as quickly as she could to check on her friends.

[The call for help has officially gone out! If you've got a character who's sensitive to "something is wrong" feelings, feel free to leave a comment here.]

atreideslioness

Ghanima had been there for a few hours before club started to work out on the bags, and was now the image of serene composure as she watched people trickle in. "Good evening," she called out cheerfully. "You're here to work on your scrapping. We're here to oblige you. Isn't it nice how that works?"

Tyler's body was tight. He wasn't pulling off pep today. "I know some of you have heard about a conflict last week," he said. "If you haven't, ask the person next to you. They could probably make up something more entertaining. If you have, and you have questions about what happened, ask me." He paced a few steps, rubbing his lips. "We have a list of rules. They're posted right over there. But really it comes down to: Don't be a jerk, and be willing to lose. That's all we ask." He looked into the crowd. "I'm trusting you to understand that."

"Part of fight club is about trust," Ghanima continued calmly. "Trust in yourself and your partner, and check your ego at the door."

"Now, you and you. You. With her. Leto ~~if you're here~~, oblige Mr. Durden." She turned to Tyler with an impish grin. "Want to pick the last two?"

"New guy," Tyler said, gesturing to Jim Kirk. "And you. Don't break him in half. Leto, I'll be on the mat."

Mingle \ Beginners & Training Section \ Open Sparring \ RNG Fights \ Talk to the Organizers \ OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD or get smacked down!~~ OCD is ready, go hit each other instead.]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

There was, indeed, a goddess at the store today. It just so happened that she was, one, not the goddess who owned the store and two, possibly the least appropriate goddess to be manning the store today in existence. While she hadn't gone so far as to take a page from Robbie Hart and change the music up a little, Fiona was mostly sticking behind the counter and drinking the remainder of her nectar so as not to deal with anyone and their 'love' needs.

At least three customers put down their purchases when faced with the thought of going up to the counter and paying for them, and more than a few got one look and turned around. No one actually tried anything, but never had petty theft seemed so reasonable.

Regardless of Fiona's mood, Dite's Decadent Delights was open.

[open! ocdless! ~~terribly amused~~!]

Current Mood: aggravated

future_sandworm

Leto had woken early and headed towards the beach to watch the early morning sun above the sea, and to wait for Fiona. He had suggested this place to her; despite the strangeness of the ocean he found it a comforting location. Perhaps it was just the contrast - sand and water - or perhaps his Caladan heritage was slowly affecting him. Whatever the reason, he leaned back, propped up on his elbow, running smooth grains of sand through his fingers and watching the water.

[Leto is here for Fiona, but the beach is open]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

The first thing Fiona did as soon as she was in the office was to make a quick phonecall. The second was to set the little thermos of nectar on her desk near the wall where no one else should be able to snatch it. Then she got to her research, her filing, and answering the phone.

And smiling. She couldn't stop looking at the thermos and smiling.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.

Current Mood: accomplished

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

It was a beautiful day out with sunshine and singing birds. Aphrodite didn't really care.

Her anger had faded to embarrassment as she watched the night turn into morning from her hotel window. Not only had she failed to fit in so far, she'd completely blown her cover by using her powers last night. If people hadn't know before then, they would now. She knew how gossip in a small town could spread.

She didn't know if she should stay, or call Cupid, or just leave the island and try to find another time and place to hide.

What she did know was that she'd agreed to meet Fiona this morning. So instead of staying in her room and glaring at the world, she'd walked -- walked!-- down to that Jeff place and gotten some muffins and orange juice. She would keep her morning appointment and then open the store. Any decisions could be made after that.

Providing Fiona showed after what she may have heard on radio last night.

Aphrodite left the blinds down, but unlocked the door, leaving it cracked a little. Then she zapped two easy chairs into existence in the center of the store. Might as well be comfortable in her last few hours on the island.

(ooc: Mainly for Fiona, but open to anyone who wants to talk to the sad goddess. The store ~~will open later~~ is now open for general business!)

ETA:(ooc: Details discussed about Gabrielle are NFB!)

tyler_gone

As people arrived today, they might notice that the rules were displayed a bit more prominently than usual. The previous slap-dash handwritten sign had been replaced with something a bit more official looking, and with much larger font.

Ghanima wasn't letting anyone else get away with ignoring them, no, which was probably evident from the annoyed expression on her face as she surveyed the room

"Welcome back," Tyler supplied. He looked equally annoyed. "If any of you have recently suffered life-threatening injuries -- and don't get cute about parsing that -- sit down. Drink a soda. Don't fight. And I am disgusted that I even have to say that, but, after last week, I'm not taking chances."

"It doesn't even have to be life threatening," Ghanima injected smoothly. Ever the diplomat, even when it was at the point of her knife. Verbal or otherwise. "Even a sprained ankle is plenty of reason to sit it out today, or just join those of us in the learner's area. There is no shame in respecting your body and not risking permanent handicap."

"Now, you and you. You two. Tyler?"

He cast a gimlet eye over the group. "Her, him, and ... oh. Those two. I never call them."

Clapping his hands once, he added, "Let's go."

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Okay, so the whole singing thing was weird. Really, really weird. And slightly embarrassing. Only slightly. He had a good singing voice, after all.

"Of course I have a good singing voice. I'm Chuck Bass," he said to himself. "I'm good at everything."

Well since you think you're so good, how about another song, hmm?

( Let's get some songs about Satan up in here )

Chuck smirked as soon as he stopped singing. "Goddamn, I love that song."

[Well I just had to. Open, naturally]

Current Mood: devious

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was quite proud of her research over the weekend, and as such was almost excited as she made her way into the office today. The plant was watered, the shelves dusted, and finally she took her place at the desk to answer calls and assemble what she'd come up with for Miss Cabot.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The door was open.
[ocd up!]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona got to work early, with a little bag stuffed full of exercise clothes under her arm. The bag was stashed, the office was cleaned up, the plant was watered, and then the door was open as she took up her place behind the desk answering phones. Today's mission? Find the precedent she needed to make a certain piece of evidence admissible.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The law office was open.
[and OCDless]

atreideslioness

It was the start of another semester, which meant the rules were once again displayed prominantly on the doors to the gym.

Rules of Fandom Fight Club
1. What happens here, stays here. We can't keep the squirrels out, but if somebody tells you something on the mat, you don't repeat it off the mat.
2. No weapons or powers unless everyone knows in advance and is fighting within their grouping.
3. No shoes.
4. If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
5. Two people to a fight.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to.
7. No tourists. If you need to take a week to see what this is like, cool, but no coming back just to watch. You wanna watch, get a TV; here, everybody fights.
8. No fighting if you're sick or injured. You wanna screw up your body, you do it on your own time.
9. The organizers reserve the right to remove you from the club at any time for violation of these rules.

"Good evening," Ghanima said cheerfully as people arrived, Tyler standing beside her. "For anyone lurking in the back that is new, welcome to Fandom Fight Club. The purpose of this group is catharsis and self-improvement through unarmed combat. There is absolutely nothing wrong with therapeutic violence - no matter what the armchair shrink of the week says - and this place is here to provide you with that option."

"Since yesterday was a holiday and today all the students are moving to the cabins, we're skipping the randomly assigned fights. We don't want to put anyone on the floor who is not capable of performing at their best."

"So find a new friend, and hit them. Those of you who want to work on your skills, you know where to find me. Now shoo."

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tyler_back modded with loving permissions. OCD up, go forth!]

Current Mood: amused

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

At first, she hadn't thought much beyond zapping in the blasted register for taking money. After all, she was a goddess, how hard could it be? All she had to do was point, and the drawer opened, money and change already inside.

Then she remembered she couldn't do that in front of customers. With a sigh she plugged it in and picked up the instructions.

An hour later, after numerous beeps, buzzes and curses, the book flew across the store, thunking hard into a display of naughty dice games for couples. Aphrodite glared at the machine -- thing -- and ( pointed at it. )

"Six . . . five . . . " She hit the switch and some funky jazz music started playing. "Four . . . three . . ." The blinds came up. "Two . . . one . . ." She unlocked the door, flung it open, and waited for the crowds to enter.

"Darn it, I don't even have my hat yet."

(OOC: Dite awaits your presence. The time is seven, so anyone coming back from Arrakis can be there, and flyers were handwavily distributed. ~~Please wait for the OCD.~~ OCD is up!)

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona was reasonably sure, after the craziness with the fashion show and the talk with Loki this morning, that the onsen was the best place she could be. That she was there with Griff made it even better, if that was possible, and she was smiling as she led him through the door.

"Smells good," she noted.

[here for the boy, but the onsen is open like an open thing; and LJ needs to cut this crap out, man]

cutsthestrings.livejournal.com

Fiona did her usual morning duties, watering the plant and dusting the shelves, before taking up her place behind the desk. Her mind wasn't on the work at all, but she forced herself to focus on the Jenner case, as one of her notes reminded her she was reasonably certain that she'd found a loophole in some of the case information which would allow certain testimony that previously would have been considered ineligible. She couldn't be sure until she started digging, though, and thus she got straight to work.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open. [and rocking an OCD]

atreideslioness

"Welcome back to Fight Club," Tyler began. "You've been put through drills, labeled, and classified in neat little boxes for us to play with. If that pisses you off ... it should. But it's how this works."

"If you don't like it, you can challenge our decision at any time," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Of course, that means we get to throw you around the gym, so please, feel free to do so."

"Today, however, we'd prefer that you beat on each other first."

"Starting with you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two." Tyler paced a few steps as he spoke.

"You, and you over there. And Max?" Ghanima grinned and crooked her finger at the large man. "I'd like to see you on the mat, please."

Who said she couldn't use Fight Club to make her own fun?

Mingle / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / Beginner Mats / OOC

[~~Wait for~~ The OCD awaits, oh ye of ~~little~~ violent faith]

Current Mood: chipper

puppy_fair

Today was 'curl up in a ball and whimper day' for Zack, who had woken up cramped in that booth at the radio station with scribbles on his face, mud in his hair, and his first hangover ever. There wasn't a status modifier item invented yet that could change exactly how fiercely he was loathe to face the day.

And then he'd shown up for work. At Cafe Fina. Where they were cooking. Food.

Today's Specials:
Lemon in Black Coffee
Banana and Honey Smoothie
Chicken Soup
(Half-off if you're seeking out hangover remedies, today. Double cost if you're the one who got Zack drunk and/or the one who drew on his face.)

Okay, today was 'curl up in a ball and whimper while trying not to vomit and poutily tolerating the napkins as they cleaned him up' day.

He was lucky he had such understanding coworkers, really. They were here, instead of taking part over at that music convention that they'd probably feel right at home at.

[OOC: Fina is open for all of your singing anthropomorphic dishes and/or dining needs!]

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