Isabelle had been looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend with Flick in Alicante. Her father was away from Idris on business and she had his whole house to herself.

But then her morning training had been interrupted by a fire message. We're here on Fandom and hungry. Anna. And that sent Isabelle's plans on a wholly different course, which involved dropping everything and fetching Flick from the Academy (on horseback, how else?) so they could take a portal to Fandom.

And now they were making their way to Jeff, God of Biscuits because that seemed like the likeliest place to find their kid –- kids. A least, if Anna's insistence on them buying her bagels last time around had been anything to go by.

"By the Angel, I wonder who the other one is."

That was not the first time she'd said that o the trek from Idris to here.

[ooc: Izzy's here for the fiancée and the brats, but post is open for your pastry needs!]

flickofthewrist

Flick was pretty bored today. He was really just counting down the days until he had to leave the island. It was closer than close and Flick really needed to get his stuff packed when he got home today. For now, he was situated behind the counter, surrounded by candy, and ready to help.

[Open, no OCD]

flickofthewrist

If Flick's timing was correct, he didn't have too many shifts left on the island. It was sad in a way but considering where he was going, he couldn't be that sad. He was pumped, excited, ready for something new. The candy was stocked up and a few pieces were sitting in front of Flick. Every so often, he'd pop one into his mouth to eat.

His laptop was out and he was browsing more furniture. He needed to get that apartment filled up before he left.

[Open, no OCD]

flickofthewrist

It'd been a pretty big week so Flick was actually going to spend his day at work relaxing. He'd done all he needed to do as far as stocking candy and he'd opened the shop but now? Now, he was going to sit back and do nothing. His phone was out in case someone sent him a message but he honestly was just lazing behind the counter, trying not to fall asleep.

[Open business]

flickofthewrist

Flick had no good reason to be here today. He really didn't think anyone would be wandering in to buy candy but he was here nonetheless. It was easy to bar up the door and barricade himself behind the counter, if need be.

Right now, he was standing behind the counter, watching the front door and tapping out a few messages to Joi back home. Not about what was happening because she'd try and come here to help. Just regular, mundane stuff.

It kept him settled.

[Open, if anyone's out]

flickofthewrist

The bruise on Flick's cheek had morphed into a really ugly shade of brown and yellow by Saturday. It was still tender to the touch but it was healing. His lip was no longer puffy and the gash that had opened up was scabbing over. So, all in all, Flick had looked worse.

He'd taken some of the morning to stock up on what candy needed to be refilled before sitting down and wondering if he should put out the dark chocolate bacon bar or some Thai Tamarind Candy.

In the end, he put both out on the counter in front of him. See which one sold quickest.

[Open]

flickofthewrist

Flick's anger had not abated one iota since Thursday. It was still there, simmering beneath his skin. He'd contemplated not even coming into work today so he could take off and get away from this place but he was there. If he needed to leave, he'd do it after.

The candy had been stocked and Flick was sitting stiffly behind the counter, typing out a few terse words to Joi on his phone. She could tell something was up but he wasn't revealing what it was. He'd do that in person if he ended up in New York later.

[Open]

Current Mood: angry

flickofthewrist

At this point, Flick was just passing time until his tenure on the island was up. It was getting closer and closer each day. He found that he wasn't all that worried about it anymore. There were fears and uncertainties but weren't there always? He'd deal with them.

He came in and opened the place up, stocking candy before grabbing a chocolate bar for breakfast. He sold a few sour candies to a rickshaw driver and let one of the baristas stand around and flirt with him for awhile.

Productive day so far.

[Open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

suitably_heroic

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

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

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

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

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

[[ open! ]]

flickofthewrist

The past few weeks had been pretty busy. Lots of changes happening in a short amount of time and Flick actually felt pretty excited about what was to come. To celebrate the holiday, he'd put out a display of red, white and blue candies complete with a one little flag attached.

Then, he sat down behind the counter and got his phone out so he could shop for furniture.

[Open!]

flickofthewrist

It was an overcast sort of day which suited Flick just fine. He opened up the store, making sure to actually do some work to earn his pay before he settled in behind the counter. Everything seemed to be decorated with rainbows and Flick wasn't about to change that. It was pretty nice.

He pulled out his phone to answer some email.

[Open]

shapethecentury

It had been far too long since Bucky had last been on a beach. Far too damn long. So when the weather this morning seemed more than favorable to being outside, he packed his breakfast in a paper bag and took it with him outside, and all the way to the beach.

Present-day technology had been giving him a headache last night, but this? Sitting in the sand, watching the water, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin? With a tasty paper-wrapped sandwich in his hand, he was right at home.

A little later, he thought he'd go wade in the water for a while. Maybe go for a swim. It was Sunday, and he was allowed a day off.

(open!)

flickofthewrist

If Flick was right, the first summer semester was winding down and that meant he was only here a few more months before it was off to do...something. Yeah, he still had nothing planned for what happened after. It sucked and it made him tired to think about.

He was going to end up sitting around all day, watching television at this rate. Flick leaned against the counter, trying to ignore those thoughts by stocking some candy and, later, pulling out his phone to talk to Joi for awhile.

He didn't whine, at least.

[Open]

Current Mood: contemplative

flickofthewrist

Flick's shifts at the candy store seemed to always be affected when the island went a little nuts. First, he'd been nearly forty and then he'd been a girl. This week, he was just himself which Flick was absolutely fine with. He did some shop clean up beforehand, making sure everything was stocked and nothing had melted due to the heat (hey, air conditioning was good but it was damn hot outside) before taking up his spot behind the counter.

After a minute or two, he grabbed some candy from the shelf behind him and had a sugar filled breakfast.

[Open!]

Current Mood: content

flickofthewrist

The last time this particular island quirk had happened, it'd skipped Flick. Not this time. This time, he'd woken up and, after a few sluggish moments, realized that his hair was longer, his body was thinner and he had breasts. So, that was a thing now. The whole dressing situation was tougher than imagined but he'd found shorts and a shirt that were big but fit. He didn't think he looked too idiotic.

Besides, he was going to sit behind a counter all day and probably only get a visit or two from someone he didn't know who wouldn't be able to tell him from Adam. Or Eve today. Then, he'd go back to his room and stay there. Maybe he'd sleep the weirdness away.

Or maybe he'd just go to New York and stay in a hotel and wait it out there since there was less of a chance of anyone finding him. It wasn't that he really cared that he was a girl, though. He just didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

He looked pretty good at least. With a sigh, he opened up the shop and sat back, taking out his phone to text a few people. He made no mention of his current state.

[Open!]

Current Mood: blank

flickofthewrist

Last night's date had been much needed. Flick came into the store today feeling well rested and relaxed despite everything on his mind. He spent awhile putting candy out to show a full stock before he sat down behind the counter.

He took out his phone and checked his message before moving onto a book. Very productive.

[Open place!]

Current Mood: good

flickofthewrist

The last time Flick had been here, he'd gotten candy chucked at his head. Last weekend, he'd thought he was pushing forty and had better things to do than work in a candy shop. But, he was back today, propped up behind the counter with his phone out.

Joi was on the other end, relaying some information she'd found out from her time in New York. It was making Flick's skin prickle and some tension creep up his neck. Alumni related, of course, and not anything good. He typed back a response and took a few breaths.

Maybe he'd have to go to New York soon.

[Open]

Current Mood: anxious

smilestopscars

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere.

Don't tell us you hadn't missed it, old Fandomites.

[ocd up! | Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

bigdamnprincipal

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom tended to be a creative ~~and violent~~ lot.

As the sun went down, the tiki torches came out, so there was no rush to head back indoors. It was time for an evening of fun!

[Here is your pre-reunion party! *boogies*]

flickofthewrist

Why Flick had agreed to work for a guy with his face, he didn't know. It seemed like easy enough money even if that was something he didn't really need. And the side benefit of being around so much candy was a pretty good motivator too.

Still, Flick wasn't all that used to standing behind a counter or walking around a store for long hours so he was a little fidgety to start out with. At some point, his twitchiness got the best of him and he'd started building some small candy town made up of candy corn, gummi bears and licorice.

Don't ask.

[Open!]

Current Mood: creative

flickofthewrist

In exchange for getting his father to leave yesterday, Flick had agreed to meet him in town, in a very public place. And, while blowing him off was tempting, he'd shown up and was sitting there, staring at his father. They sat like that for a long time. Long enough that Flick wondered if they were making the staff uncomfortable.

( Daddy Dearest... )

[Open post for Flick or use the Perk as you need!]

flickofthewrist

Yesterday hadn't gone very well. For Flick's first (and possibly last since hew as graduating) invasion of alternate universe kid, he'd made his storm out and her mother right behind her. So, in some morbid part of him, he considered that success. Most other parts of him were just sad and confused.

He'd gotten out of the dorms as soon as possible and was now sitting in JGOB with a cold drink and a muffin. It was the brunch of a troubled man. Or it was the brunch of a man who was hungry and just picked something at random. He was sitting back against his chair, eyes on the table and fingers tapping idly against his thigh.

[Flick's here for his kid but the post is also open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

shapethecentury

All the remaining Valentine's candy was half-off this week, which meant Bucky was spending most of his day arranging all the heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and lollipops and goodness knew what else on one shelf and surrounding in with signs notifying people of the sale, as if they needed to be notified.

Okay, a dozen (small) heart-shaped little signs with arrows was perhaps a bit much. But Bucky was finding himself very distracted and... other things, these last few days, and he needed something to keep him busy before he went slowly crazy.

And that was how he ended up staring at a bag of candy hearts that weren't like what he was used to back home. Was it just him, or was it pretty warm in here right now?

(open! link is to candy hearts with "adult sayings" so not entirely worksafe)

myownface

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

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

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

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

flickofthewrist

Flick was trying to feel better today, he really was. The dull ache in his belly was still there but tolerable. If he moved certain ways, it would start to throb but he was okay right now. And, after spending all of yesterday in bed, he'd wanted to be out of there. New York had been his first choice but he was just too tired to even schedule a portal.

So, he'd walked slowly into town and was now sitting at a table near the window, bundled up with something warm and light to drink. He was staying away from anything harsh or acidic since he didn't end up puking in a public place. That was never good for the reputation.

He sipped his drink slowly and slouched down until he was most comfortable. See, now he was perfectly fine. All was good. Totally.

[Open]

Current Mood: groggy

trigons_child

Raven had no idea how she'd ended up in this place. She'd been with the Titans, having successfully infiltrated them per the orders of her father, then she'd woken up in this place. Was this some trick from Trigon to test her loyalty? Or her brothers, attempting to sabotage Trigon's favorite child?

Her empathy was picking up confusion, amusement, some amount of fear, but no real threat. She decided to begin a careful exploration of this place to try to determine where she was. Her mask was down and her sword vanished, but she could easily recall it if she encountered danger.

[ooc: Raven is Raven from DC 52, because I hate myself. She looks the same as she usually does, but no chakra, and she's dressed in a skin-tight grey outfit covered with blue feathers. Black Bird of terror. Caw!]

Current Mood: confused

flickofthewrist

This tiny town was growing more and more dull with each second that ticked by. Chase had amused himself in all the ways he knew how but he was getting to the point where toying with people wasn't going to tide him over. He wanted power and he wanted it now.

That meant getting back to Caleb and his little merry band of friends. Of course, Chase hadn't quite figured out where he was but that didn't matter. His plan was to leave his mark on this place with either some death or destruction and then find Caleb.

But, first? Breakfast. Chase had picked up a well balanced meal consisting of a bagel and some coffee at one of the local shops and then left a nice, small fire in the bathroom. Easy to put out but fun nonetheless. Now, he was sprawled on the bench, eating his breakfast and contemplating what he wanted to do first.

So many options!

[Open! Chase is still his delightful self and the list of things he can do is here, in case you do want to try and take him on. ETA Warning For: Violence, blood, language and trauma]

Current Mood: relaxed

justwantedfriends

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

Welcome to your last day of Homecoming, folks!

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

stacyexperiment

The carnival was still going strong, and of course the booths were always a big draw! Whether you wanted to kiss someone, see them sopping wet in late October in Maryland, or just throw pie in their face, there was plenty more to do!

There was probably still glitter involved somehow.

[Post I | Kissing booths | Dunk tanks | Pie tossing | OOC]

endsthegame

The school had instructed everyone going on the fall break trip to gather up at the causeway late on Sunday afternoon.

There was a little designated area for the luggage to the right, while students and teachers could gather up on the left. There'd been an instruction about winter wear in the invite, too - hopefully everyone had complied, considering their destination.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for the portal.

[[ open for all trip-goers. first trip post will go up later today. ]]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

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

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

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

[Open brunch is open!]

newroutines

Mike had a new shift at Caritas. Friday nights hadn't been working out so well for him lately, what with his off-island work having picked up at inconvenient times. So, here he was, the new Saturday night bartender. Already present in the late afternoon just to celebrate his hopeful newfound work morale. Or to stay away from his house since there were a bunch of people there. One or the other.

Last night's specials board was still there.

SPECIALS
50% OFF FOR GUESTS!

It just seemed like it would continue to be useful for another night. Hell, maybe people had even gotten even more in need of a drink after dealing with Fandom for a bit longer.

seveninchmotto

With how Isabelle had been feeling lately, she was hesitant to call anything a good day, because any day could take a wrong turn into feeling like her chest was caving in if she happened to be reminded of the wrong things, but... Isabelle had an okay day happening today. She'd already gotten some training in early in the morning, she had a big, hopefully relaxing sleepover planned with Flick for tonight, and right now she was taking a moment to watch the flamingos in the park, just because they looked pretty and she had nowhere to get to in a hurry. She even wondered idly if a few of their kind could thrive in the rooftop greenhouse back home, although Jace would probably hate them,

Of course, she didn't know yet that her mother was on the island. But, she would find that out sooner or later. Just... not yet. For now, the only thing commanding her attention were the pink birds.

[ooc: Open! Whether it be for bothering Isabelle, or (a little later) Maryse, or for completely un-Lightwood-related park needs!]

not_a_moonie

The day that would greet Fandom's visitors was sunny with just a hint of fall crispness in the air -- perfect weather for reunions, or for almost anything else. A large tent set up in the park had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and a few minor drifts of glitter. Of course there was plenty of food, as well as tables, chairs and shadowy bits for parents, relatives and friends who fancied a quieter start to their weekends.

A large banner hung at the entrance to the park read:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2014

[Registration & Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | Shadowy Bits | OOC. Have at it.]

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

Hey, guess what! The bar was still open, the band was still playing, and romance was still in the air. Wait, that was the smell of booze. They're almost the same thing.

Johnny walked up to the bar, got a drink, sat down, and turned around to take a look at all the three minute daters. Nobody seemed to be making out on the tables, which was disappointing and not the way he expected something like this to end. Granted, he had no idea how he expected something like this to end.

Anyway, the bar was open and Johnny was definitely a teenage boy.

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Jessica walked into the bar right before 8:00 and strode up to Tino. "It's not happening, okay? I'm not signing up. I'm here for a drink. That's it. Maybe some spectating."

Tino handed her some notecards and pointed to the stage where the band was starting to play. "What is this?" A spotlight swung out to the bar to focus on Jessica. "Wait. No."

Tino nodded.

"Fuck you, Tino," Jessica sighed. But whatever, she was just hosting all of a sudden. It could be worse. She walked up to the stage and started flipping through the note cards. "Not reading this. Not reading this? Who was this even written for? Anyway, it's Three Minute Dates. Find each other, talk to each other, you'll hear some kind of noise, and apparently the names will be shown up here on stage. Great! So I don't even have to stay up here and read every... Dammit, my name's up there, isn't it?"

From the bar, Tino shrugged.

After this was over, Jessica was going to web Tino's pants in such a way that he wouldn't be able to get them off for hours. That would show him.

[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.~~ HAS ENDED! GO FORTH AND LAY YOUR SEED. Um. Wll, not right away. Maybe later. Talk first.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon sometime.]

flickofthewrist

Flick couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a church. Maybe it'd been around the time Jude had died in an attempt to find solace somehow or maybe it had been longer than that. He didn't know and right now, it didn't matter. He wasn't there for him.

When he stepped inside, he took a moment to close his eyes, breathe deep, and let it out before moving again. He took careful, measured steps while he walked, not wanting to disturb anything or anyone who might be nearby or doing what you typically did inside a church.

Flick was there for one person. Well, two people, actually. In front of him was a large display of candles and, after a moment, he lit one in Max's memory. He remembered Isabelle telling him about their beliefs once and he figured this was the closest he'd come, without being in Idris, to mourning Isabelle's younger brother.

Once the candle was lit, Flick just stared at it for awhile. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, Max," he murmured very quietly. "I'm so sorry and I hope you're not scared wherever you are. If you are, look up my brother, okay? He'll help you out."

He tried to smile but it was strained before he turned away from the candles and took a seat in one of the pews. He'd just stay there for awhile and sit quietly. Seemed like a good plan.

[Open if anyone's in the church this early, sure]

Current Mood: sad

justwantedfriends

After being at the carnival on Saturday, Kira had booked the first portal home and followed Derek's advice by talking to her mother. Having her dad explain the birds and the bees hadn't been as awkward as the kitsune conversation, and Kira was almost grateful that she had the excuse of "finals" to get back to Fandom quickly. Driving bumper cars around wasn't exactly a typical final, but it was better than sitting in her house knowing that there were probably more things her mother wasn't telling her.

Now that she was done with her workshop for the day, she was looking for more distractions, and an iced mocha with more whipped cream than any one person should have was currently doing the trick, along with looking through the pictures on her phone. At least foxes were kind of cool?

[Open!]

fh_thumbprick

Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.

fh_thumbprick

On Saturday morning, the smell of cotton candy permeated the island once again as the booths at Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show began to turn on and light up. There were more attractions to see today than there had been yesterday, and wasn't that just wonderful?

There was plenty of room for even more shows, if today's visitors weren't careful.

Once everything was ready, the tall man with the dark mustache stepped through the main arch again to survey the grounds and, seemingly finding everything satisfactory, he disappeared back into the small tent away from the grounds.

The carnival was open, offering more merriment and delight... and likely some terror as well.

fh_thumbprick

On Friday morning, a strange mist rolled out from the park. It smelled sweetly of cotton candy, much like the scent of the night before. When the mist ebbed, it left something in its wake: tents and booths and rides, spread somewhat haphazardly around the park.

A moment later, the lights went on. At the front, an arch that bore a sign: Cooger & Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show.

A tall man with a dark mustache stepped through the arch. He took momentary notice of the carnival's surroundings. Then he clasped his hands together and turned around, disappearing into a small tent just off the carnival grounds proper.

As the attractions turned on one by one, music drifted from each ride like the mist that had come before it. It could be heard everywhere on the island, inviting anyone with the time and the wish for merriment to approach and try its many delights...

seveninchmotto

Mother's Day wasn't really a thing for Shadowhunters. Regardless, Isabelle had heard about it enough over the last week or so that she'd actually ended up taking off for New York on Saturday morning. She'd even brought roses for her mother. And they'd spent some nice family time together. It had involved various kinds of Shadowhunter-y practice. Were you surprised?

Isabelle had stuck around for a while this morning – to take full advantage of the training room, and her room, and having her family around her – but she was already back in Fandom now. Too much of a good thing, or something. She had a soda and a pastry, and was sitting outside J,GoB, just watching the occasional townsperson pass by, and wondering how she'd ever managed to adapt to a place this small.

Maybe she wasn't such a city girl through and through after all.

[open post in town is indeed open!]

flickofthewrist

Flick hadn't really been getting out a lot lately. He didn't really mind that either. He'd been doing just fine sticking to his room and the dorms and occasionally venturing out for class or to go off island. But today, he'd taken a leisurely walk into town and settled himself down on a bench.

The weather was warmer and that plus the feeling of the bench between him reminded him of some better times in New York. Benches weren't ideal for sleeping on but when he'd been too wrecked or embarrassed to go to Joi's, they made for good makeshift beds. He'd slept in worse places.

Flick stretched out his legs in front of him and leaned back, propping his head against the back of the bush and closing his eyes. Maybe he'd fall asleep here for old times sake. Or maybe he'd take a rare moment to himself to not think about anything and not worry about anything.

[It's an open place so the post is open too]

Current Mood: quixotic

bigdamnprincipal

Now that everyone had survived graduation, it was time to celebrate with brunch foods!

Shhh, tasty traditions were important.

There were tables and chairs set up in the park, along with a buffet of moddable brunch foods. Hopefully, anyone nursing a hangover or multiple hickeys could hide that business in front of their loved ones!

flickofthewrist

Things had looked bleak earlier, hadn't they? Well, fear not loyal viewers! It was impossible to kill off a fan favorite (hey, there'd been a poll in TV Guide, okay) and not receive major flack on social media. For that reason alone, Flick was back. Or was he?

In fact, he wasn't Flick but someone who bore a striking resemblance to him due to major plastic surgery. Flick was well and truly dead and Jon, as this person was known, was alive and well. He'd avoided the claws of a werewolf and hadn't fallen in love with someone so weak and murderous.

No. Jon was the token tall, dark and mysterious stranger who'd done some research on Google and found a picture of Flick. Flick's father being a presidential contender meant Flick's face was plastered all over news media before he'd been shipped away. And that was how Jon came to be wearing his face.

Today, was his first day on the island and he was about to emerge and look shadowy while standing in...shadows. Right now, he was leaning against a conveniently huge tree while he rubbed at his new face. No one could know what was his face truly looked like or who he truly was.

He was wearing the face of a dead man for a reason. Jon was the guy in the cheap leather jacket with the gel in his hair and the permabeard on his face. Once he had him figured out, you'd learn you didn't know a damn thing.

[Open, if anyone's out in the preserve, sure sure]

Current Mood: TALL DARK AND DANGEROUS

willbethenight.livejournal.com

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

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

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

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

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

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

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

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

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon when I'm snowed in like Edward. Zing!]

flickofthewrist

Before tonight, the only places that Flick had eaten at on the island had consisted of the pizza place and the Chinese restaurant. Everything else seemed a little too upscale for him. It brought back memories of his time in Connecticut and the fancy dinner parties his father used to throw. Exotic (and Italian was exotic to him) foods were the norm there and he'd grown to hate anything that wasn't microwaveable and easily eaten on the run.

But, he'd stepped a little out of his box tonight and gone with Italian. He figured there'd be pasta, at the least, so things wouldn't be completely unfamiliar. When he got there, the waiter kept trying to bring him pea soup for some reason and Flick kept refusing it because gross. He eventually had to threaten to withhold a tip if the pea soup kept coming and that seemed to straighten the waiter out.

Now, he was at his table, legs stretched out and phone in hands while he waited. There weren't too many messages, thankfully. An email from Gwendolyn, still taunting him, and even one from Mandel though it was more form letter than anything else. His father was, lucky for him, still out of contact.

And yes, he was wearing something nice. He hadn't gone as far as a tie (no, thank you) but dark slacks and a button up long sleeved shirt had met the appropriate dress code. They hadn't turned him away at the door.

[Flick's there for someone but hey, it's an open place in town!]

Current Mood: relaxed

handsome-me.livejournal.com

There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

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