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Yes, Francine Peters stole a golf cart.

Yes, even though there was nobody left in J,GoB, she felt guilty about it.

Yes, she was Francine Peters and thus was fully under the impression that Professor Skywalker would probably send her to jail for it eventually, but there was a war on and THE PEOPLE NEEDED CHOCOLATE.

Which is why there was a golf cart full of chocolate-frosted chocolate chocolate fudge double chunk ripple chocolate cupcakes, doughnuts and yes, people with long memories for stupidity, brownies (sans oregano), located at the corner of Mallard and Chimera, for any of Fandom's brave fighters who need more artillery. Or had the munchies.

Yes, Natalie, there was definitely also coffee.

stykera

It was possible cupcakes weren’t going to help the situation at all. But Stark wanted some and thought it entirely likely that others on the island would appreciate something as well. And the radio had mentioned something about weaponizing pastries, hadn’t it? He wasn’t entirely sure what that was about, but some cupcakes weren’t going to hurt. Unless he vanished. That might hurt. Although the radio had also mentioned something about crazy being a good defense, and he was sure that he could manage something in that area. That was why he had braved the rather deserted (and somewhat diminished) streets of Fandom this morning.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at JGOB it was even more deserted than the streets had been. No Jeff. No employees. No customers. And, since the shop had been empty since yesterday afternoon, no cupcakes (the last of those had ended up on the sidewalk out front yesterday). Only a handful of day-old and likely somewhat stale other pastries.

"Hello?" Stark asked as he nervously walked around the shop hoping for signs of life. There were none. It seemed abandoned. This wasn’t good.

Suppressing an urge to flail (at least momentarily), Stark started cleaning up. It seemed like the thing to do. Maybe the employees were just late. Or were hiding out from whatever it was outside that had blanketed the island. There was no reason to assume that they’d vanished. Just because that was the most likely explanation didn’t mean it was the correct one. And if they showed up, then cleaning up would only help them since they were already late.

He didn’t really expect them to show up. Not really. He kept glancing up hopefully at the door while he worked though, just in case. When things were clean and still the shop remained empty except for the solitary Banik, then the panic started setting in. At least it was mild. So far. Mostly it just led to loud and nervous humming. And arm motions most accurately described as flailing. And pacing. He ended up, eventually, in front of the ovens.

"I could bake!" he said to the empty pastry shop. "I think. There’s no one to mind. And someone might want some cupcakes." There was bound to be at least one other person on the island in search of pastries today, wasn’t there? "What do I need? They have everything here. I think. They must. Need chocolate. It has to be chocolate. There should always be chocolate. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate..." Baking would happen, eventually, if he could get the flailing and the urge to completely freak out under control.

[Expecting one but totally open for others as well. I am sadly AFK while covered with teacup humans, but I will be available briefly between 1-2 EST and after 5.]

glacial_queen

The last place Karla wanted to be was at work (or, you know, on the island at all), but unlike people kept insinuating, she knew her duty and she did it. And she'd be damned if she was going to skulk about and hide in her room, regardless. So here she was, chin up and head high, inventorying the stock since it was doubtful they'd be getting any deliveries soon.

There were a few more snow globes left, but she was saving those. In case there were people about who wished to share their uninvited opinions about her actions the other day.

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Helplessness was not a feeling Firekeeper was accustomed to. Or very fond of (as if anyone really was). Unfortunately, a lack of reading skills meant there was really nothing she could contribute to any sort of research effort, so she was left at loose ends, frustrated and annoyed.

Hopefully distracting herself with the routine tasks at the stables would help a little. So, she and Blind Seer went to work as usual, perching on a hay bale as they chatted with the horses.

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

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

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

Just be glad there is an open bar.

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

endsthegame

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

dontvotemeout

Even though it was daytime, the "dolphins in space" theme had been carried over to the brunch. The mural was nowhere to be found, but inside the tent that had been set up to give everyone a shady place to gather, there were silver and blue metallic streamers and balloons hung up, and each of the tables had a blue flower arrangement on it.

There were no fish to be found though, unless you counted what could be on the food table. Honestly, that might not really be fish either.

[OCD is up! Mingle | Buffet | Tables and Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

thatsamilkshake

Francine wasn't expecting a party for her last shift at Luke's or anything; she'd hardly been there long enough to rate something like that, and anyway, she was Francine; she was almost never expecting a party.

But being presented on her arrival with a giant pile of bananas on the counter and stern instructions to peel them all before lunchtime or else? It lacked a little something in the way of polite goodbyes.

At least until her lunchbreak rolled around and they called her back to the kitchen to reveal the giant banana split, mounded high with Chilly Boulder cake batter ice cream.

Specials
Banana Frittata
Bolivian Peppery pork with Bananas
Banana Split

Apparently bribing them with baked goods every Thursday paid off.

[Luke's is open! But slowplay warning from Hellllll. Or Downer's Grove, whichever.]

trigons_child

As if to make up for the lack of meeting last week, the plans for Magic and Support reserves this week were action-packed and very complex.

They were detailed on the posters put up in the usual spot behind the dorms.

It took three whole lines.

Magic/Support Reserves End of Summer Survival Celebration

Meet at the beach. Bring sunscreen and a towel.

Free cookies.

OOC: ~~Wait for the~~ OCD~~, plz~~ is up! Yes, we're all lazy. MP is so lazy, in fact, that she can't be bothered to even post this very thing she wrote.]

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Concrete Blonde - Run Run Run

thatsamilkshake

Francine spent a few moments when she arrived just standing in the doorway. The place looked at it had before she'd disappeared last week, the counter and specials board intact -- it even smelled the same, which was a little disconcerting.

Turns out that was because they'd repeated the same specials, in honor of Francine's day at work getting ruined the last time. She refrained from telling the kitchen staff that the idea was sweet but the flashbacks were kind of freaking her the crap out, when she realized that also meant the Nanaimo Bars were back.

This time she didn't disappear when she reached for one.

Or two.

Or three.

Specials
Beef brisket
Double-baked cheesy potatoes
Buttered carrots
Nanaimo Bars

Luke's was open and free of dimensional rips.

Current Mood: thoughtful

thatsamilkshake

Francine was not the type of waitress who sneaked samples on the job.

More often than, say, once a week. Shut up. Look, the baked goods case had Nanaimo Bars in it. Who on earth could blame her for reaching for one, after she'd finished writing it down on the specials menu?

The multiverse, apparently, because the moment she lifted off the glass top and snagged one, Francine felt something very, very wrong, and it wasn't guilt. (She'd been planning to pay for it, after all. And have the carrots with her lunch instead of the double-baked cheesy potatoes.)

Guilt didn't feel like cold, cold air rushing past her, or look like a jagged, impossible rip through the air, like someone ~~blonde and angry~~ had taken a knife to a canvas, except it wasn't, it was just air and on the other side was... something else. A pulsing, sucking darkness that pulled her in without a chance to even finish her scream before everything went black.

A pulsing, sucking, hungry darkness, since it also grabbed a counter stool, the rest of the Nanaimo Bars, and half the specials board before it closed in on itself and disappeared.

Spec
Beef bri
Double-baked chee
Buttered car
Nanaim

Luke's was open, but there wasn't a waitress to be seen, and the counter was a bit of a mess.

thatsamilkshake

Francine was glad to be back on the island, but maybe missing the geekery and random celebrity sightings a little, if you judged from the specials board.

Today's Specials
Flying Spaghetti-Monster with Meat Sauce
Tev'Meckian Bloodworms (NOTE: Contains no actual worms. Or blood.)
Space Battles Mantha Milk (NOTE: Contains soy product.)

[OOC: the OCD got left on the shuttle.]

thatsamilkshake

The strawberry cake last week had been a perfect bribe to avoid the glaring Francine wasn't sure she was going to get when she broke the dishes she wasn't sure she was going to break.

This time she didn't dream about breaking anything, but she still brought in extra cookies, just in case. It seemed like a sound policy in general.

Today's Specials
Maple and Brown-Sugar Glazed Ham
Maple-roasted root vegetables
Maple Drop Cookies

Luke's was open ~~way late, oh day, I'm so glad you are over~~ and mapley.

[OOC: and the OCD ran away with the spoon!]

thatsamilkshake

Waking at four a.m. yesterday morning because the sound of crashing dishes in her dream was so loud that it made Francine sit straight up in bed and reflexively mumble sorry sorry sorry before she was fully aware of her surroundings... might not have been a precognitive sign that she was going to need to bribe the kitchen staff to stop glaring at her on her very first day of work, but Francine took it as one anyway.

Today's Specials
Buttered turkey leg
Memphis style cole-slaw
Strawberry cake

Which is why she made two strawberry cakes, only one of which was on the menu.

And spent her first break sweeping up crockery shards.

Luke's was open, and not too frazzled.

Current Mood: optimistic

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey'd spent most of the fourth of July on the phone with the boys back in Dog River, which meant she'd gotten treated to an extensive (really, really extensive) and misinformed (grossly, grossly misinformed) diatribe from Hank on why exactly Americans set off fireworks on the Fourth. Hank's version, for the record, involved dud firecrackers from Canada Day that somehow ended up over the border, someone discovering them and attempting to light them, and this all logically (really!) leading to an explanation of why their fireworks celebrations were inferior.

At least, Lacey thought that was what he was leading up to before she'd hung up on him.

And maybe just for that, just to spite him, she'd do the diner up in a red, white, and blue theme today. So there.

Today's Specials
Double-Dipped Buttermilk Fried Chicken
Grilled Corn with Lime-Cilantro Butter
Maple Cake with Maple Syrup Frosting

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

. . . okay, she might have failed the theme there on that last special, but shh.

Luke's is open and, belatedly, a little bit holiday-themed? Maybe?

[OOC: OCD's going to the beach, because my brain is seriously on vacation today and this post took me three hours to write. I am not going to the beach, but I do have errands to run so SP is gonna be the thing.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: accomplished

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: good

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Firekeeper and Blind Seer had been expecting a relatively quiet day at the Gig with the horses. They had not been expecting to walk into the stables to find the horses whinnying nervously at a shrieking... something, in the middle of the floor.

It took a few moments for Firekeeper to realize it resembled the toy she'd encountered in the common room last night. Once she figured that out, she swiftly took it outside and drop-kicked it across the pasture.

That taken care of, the Gig was open.

[OOC: I... don't know. But I blame

boho_to_be.]

bitchprince

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

scruffnfeathers

"Today," said Castiel, "is Earth Day. The day that humanity comes together as a whole to celebrate the planet they live on and everything about it."

Oh goody! Today's sermon was about Earth Day! There couldn't be too much craziness in that, could there?

"I've found no evidence of any 'Heaven Day'," Castiel continued. "Or Hell Day, though I should think that makes sense."

Er.

"In researching for this topic, I've discovered some interesting things about this home world. First off, according to your scientists, the Earth is 4.6 billion years old." He smirked faintly, as though this idea amused him, somehow. "It is the third planet from your sun, and the fifth largest in your solar system. It has a surface area of 197 million square miles, most of which is covered by water, and an average diameter of 7,926 miles. The Earth is made up of approximately 4.6% Iron, 29.5% Oxygen, 15.2% Silicon, 12.7% Magnesium, 2.4% Nickel, 1.9% Sulfur, 0.05% Titanium. Results may not add up due to rounding. The current population of the Earth is approximately six billion, eight hundred sixteen million, four hundred thirty-one thousand, nine hundred forty-three humans, give or take a few demons, angels, or other alien lifeforms mistaken for people, and if those six billion, eight hundred sixteen million, four hundred thirty-one thousand, nine hundred forty-three humans don't get their act together, the world is going to go up in a ball of fire even if I do manage to prevent my brothers from battling over whether it gets to be a territory of Heaven or Hell."

The angel had discovered environmentalism. This could only end in tears. And possibly pamphlets printed on recycled paper.

[ooc: OCD ~~on its way~~ is up. Word.]

thatsamilkshake

Today, Support was back at its old stomping grounds, but just outside the picnic shelters, on the grass. Blankets had been laid out for lounging, and a variety of sammiches, sodas, and crunchy snacks were available at one of the picnic tables.

Against one post of the shelter, a portable movie screen had been set up for easy viewing by regular Support members or anybody who wanted to wander by and have a seat.

"We know you guys are all getting ready for Finals Week," said Francine, fiddling with the lid on a can of Pringles. "So we thought we'd go with something light that can still give us stuff to think about in terms of being the backup team: A Wendy The Werewolf Stalker marathon! Wendy kicks almost -- but not quite -- as much butt as Bitterwoman, but she doesn't do it alone. She can always count on her friends the Blankies for comfort, security, and random buttkicking assists. So sit down, grab some snacks, and keep an eye on the stuff that other people take care of for Wendy.

Especially the hot English bookstore owner." Pause. Cough. "For research purposes, people!"

[Open!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

noearsyet.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

scruffnfeathers

It had come to Castiel's attention that he spent rather a lot of time talking about Hell -- in perhaps too great detail -- but he hadn't detailed Heaven. Well, he could rectify that easily enough ~~now that canon has given his mun some idea~~. He actually kind of smiled at the congregation when he stood before them, today. Which, you know, was kind of creepy, but whatever.

"Heaven," he said, "is Paradise. ( And he went on from there )

[ooc: I love my canon. ~~OCD coming up!~~ And away we go.]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

It was stupidly late in the semester for this, but she'd said she was going to do it, and she was; instead of being slouched over a sketchbook or in front of her easel like she normally was while on the clock, Katchoo was sitting at the counter with her head in one hand and several art school brochures spread out in front of her. (The brochure for the Foster Wolfe School of Art Experience had already been tossed unceremoniously in the trash. Bunch of pretentious scammy crap.)

The prerequisites were going to be a bitch, and she might have some work left to do in putting together a portfolio, but -- this just might actually be workable. It just might.

She wouldn't get her hopes up too high just yet, though.

[OOC: The OCD is too traumatized to show. Shop's open though.]

glacial_queen

Karla was starting to have a Bad Feeling about this. Not a Black Widow bad feeling, just a kind of dawning, 'Oh, Darkness, what have I done?' kind of feeling. Would her friends be able to understand the way Kaeleer worked? Would the people in Kaeleer understand her friends? She'd already had Uncle Saetan empty the Hall as much as possible--the last thing she needed was Chaosti and Aaron riding the killing edge because they'd, well, met Arthur. Saetan was old enough to keep a reign on his temper (Darkness willing) and Lucivar.

Hell's fire, this was a bad idea.

But too late for that now. Everyone was pretty much assembled. "Uh, hi," Karla said, giving everyone a kind of feeble wave. "The portal should be here in just a few minutes. But, since we're all here, I figured now might be a good time to give some information about my home and answer any questions. I hope you all got my ~~handwavy~~ message about packing enough for about a week, a bathing suit, and a few more formal items because Uncle Saetan asks that everyone dress for dinner. If not, don't worry, tomorrow we'll be heading out to Amdarh, the capitol city of Dhemlan and there have been some accounts opened at stores for everyone."

She flashed her best unsure-but-game grin and said, "Any questions?"

[Mostly for those going to Kaeleer, but open for anyone who wants to see them off. Some slight OCD ~~on its way!~~ up!]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

As nice as the weather was, Morgana was hoping that the heat wouldn't damage the cake that Francine had made. Of course, if anything started happening to the frosting, she supposed they could simply eat more of it faster. Oh, what a shame that would be, really.

"This week, Francine and I wanted to take a chance to thank all of you for your efforts last week. Whether it was fighting, or researching, or even simply making sure people had masks when they left the dorms, everyone did a wonderful job in keeping others safe, and we wanted you to know that it didn't go unnoticed, and that we appreciate everything you all did. Therefore, you all get cake. Enjoy!" She certainly would be, once everyone else had taken a piece.

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Now this was weather the girls could get used to. It was sunny and warm but not too hot, and that meant everything was perfect for today's meeting.

"We have a little something special planned for today," Morgana said, once it looked like everyone had arrived. "Sometimes, when it comes to being supportive, the people we have to help the most are ourselves. Dinah is here today to show us one example of how we can do that."

thatsamilkshake

Since the weather was in fact halfway decent (if looking a bit like rain in the near future), the meeting had been moved back to the picnic shelters at the park, and Francine and ~~probably OMG~~ Morgana could be found surrounded by... er. Scones. Also coffee and J,GoB-provided doughnuts, but the scones were homemade. Just, um. Something Francine had to try.

"I know you guys who hop around to all the meetings have seen this before on Tuesday," Francine said, "because the fighters were talking about what to do if someone you know turns into somebody else who causes trouble: how do you stop them without hurting your friend. What we should look at, though, is what can we do in advance to make things as easy as possible on ourselves and everybody else when we wake up as somebody -- or something -- else? Leave ourselves messages? Make sure our friends know stuff to tell whoever we end up being? Hide things we don't want someone else in our body finding? Let's talk about that."

[OOC: Open!]

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Some people were smart and stayed in their rooms, or went to the clinic, when they got sick. Katchoo was the one who went to work, bitching not-so-under her breath the entire way (about insane vice-principals and stupid allergies and whoever was to blame for the invention of the cacao bean), stormed into the shop, and slouched behind the counter with a large-format sketchbook.

Could she really help it if lifelike renderings of massive M&M carnage in colored pencil were that cathartic?

No. Didn't think so.

[OOC: I can't throw the phone out the window, so I threw the OCD instead. Open shop is open, if you want to get the chocolate fever.]

likethegun

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

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

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Still yawning after movie-day naptime in Modeling class (again, what the frikkin' hell), Katchoo showed up at work with a triple-strength mocha clutched possessively in both hands. She had to relinquish half her grip on it to open the door, of course, but she'd had to out-attitude the barista at the Perk to get herself a mocha that was 90% espresso, 6% chocolate, and 4% milk and you weren't getting that cup away from her for anything. She'd worked damn hard to get it.

She'd left the window cracked yesterday to get rid of some of the lingering chemical fumes, but there was still enough of a lingering odor to make her grimace and mutter to herself as soon as she stepped inside. The door was going to have to stay propped open again today; good thing she was decently layered.

Anyway, whatever cleanup she hadn't finished yesterday -- funny how talking to Arthur took up a lot of her time, and was actually far more fun -- would be enough physical activity to keep her warm; there were several boxes of trash to take out to the dumpster, half of the drafting section still needed to be restocked, and then the fun of updating inventory lists and prepping the next supply order would have to start.

Katchoo wasn't looking forward to that part, but the radio station she'd tuned into today was playing a marathon of Queen. It'd take the edge off.

[OOC: The OCD fell into a pothole and then got covered up with asphalt. Thanks, CalTrans! I do not want my commute to be an X-Games event every day.]

thatsamilkshake

Don't ask why Francine's hair was still wet when she got there. Just.... don't.

Just come on in if you need a safe place to get away from the gremlins (or the pie rain if you got caught in any late-breaking showers), minor patching up, a re-fuel before you head out into the mess again, or someone to slap you upside the head and tell you to get yourself to the damn clinic already. (And possibly escort you there.)

[OOC: Open! OCD up! Support people are welcome to join in the band-aiding and food-handing-out too - or anyone else who feels like volunteering. Also, your regularly scheduled Caritas drinking and schmoozing post will be up in the evening as usual. This one's separate.]

Current Mood: worried

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Yes, there was an E in there again - it was getting chilly outside and Morgana had a feeling that after the past week, chocolate and whipped cream-laden drinks might help everyone's moods.

"If there is a lesson to be taken away from the last week, it's that sometimes the people our friends need to be rescued from the most is themselves," Morgana started, doing her best not to look at Arthur ~~if he was there~~. "Whether it is a gremlin bite or the island affecting people, sometimes our friends go mad, and nothing can cure them but simply waiting for the effect to wear off. The problem is, if we leave people to fend for themselves, they could, in the best case, do something terribly embarrassing or, in the worst case, hurt themselves, and possibly others in the process. The question we have today is: how can we best keep our friends safe when they're out of their minds? Is it all right to lock someone in their room? To bind them to their bed if necessary?" Now she really wasn't looking at Arthur. "Should we get consent about these things beforehand, or can it be assumed that if someone comes to their senses and finds themselves bound and protected, they will forgive those who caught them for saving them from potential trouble?"

thismaskiwear.livejournal.com

Her head was still full of thoughts of ladies, tigers, idiot kings, sexist archaic crap, and new boots by the time Katchoo arrived at work, and it was really the last of those thoughts that had her whistling occasional broken snippets of classic showtunes around the shelves as she restocked.

Mmm, clunky heels. She was a little sorry about the lack of cookies today, just because she could've crushed 'em under said clunky heels.

She'd have to settle for breaking out a new set of watercolors instead. Oddly, Katchoo was fine with that.

[OOC: Farmville did that thing again where it ate some of my gifts. It took the OCD with them.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

There had been cookies in the cabinets where the pots were kept. And cookies under the counter. And cookies on little sticks arranged with the flowers, how awesome was that?

Dinah was nibbling on them in between making herself a really large crown of roses and poinsettas. Because you had to be ready! Just in case! You never knew! Someone might come in and sweep you away to Vegas for a surprise winter wedding! Someone really tall! Someone she had an order of roses ready for tomorrow's performance of the play!

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is open. And really, really ~~delusional~~ Happy.

[tiny OCD is up.]

Current Music: Baby, Please Come Home - U2

glacial_queen

Karla walked, yes walked, into the Church. God, it felt so GOOD to be free from those annoying and painful braces, free to finally move around with grace and freedom. It was a miracle, an honest and true miracle, that had freed her from the dreaded injuries that had made her unable to walk unaided.

And, like a good girl, she'd come to thank her savior. Now he just had to show up.

The church was somehow dimly lit, even though it was a bright day outside; the lit candles around the altar filling the church with an eerie and kind of gloomy glow. Karla stood mostly in shadow, the gold of her hair and alabaster of her skin contrasting with the darkness of the leather catsuit that clung to her perfectly muscled and fit form.

She had made a deal in order to be freed from her condition. And now it was time to live up to it.

Honestly? Karla couldn't wait to start.

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Current Mood: PREACHY

thatsamilkshake

Francine had sent out an e-mail ~~of handwavey~~ to the members after Ethics yesterday, and called ahead to the Perk to make sure there was room to accommodate the group.

Now she could be found at the table nearest the door, a bottle in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other, droid-baby hanging out in the sling around her shoulders. "Hey, guys. Since it's getting a little cold out there for a baby, even a fake robot one, we figured we should move this someplace warmer. Since some of us were up at four o'clock in the morning, someplace warmer has coffee."

[OOC: Open!]

Current Mood: cheerful

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

"So it seems that we had a bit of a vegetable problem this week," Morgana said, snickering a bit at the memory. Hindsight had a way of making things seem much less frightening. "The lesson here, we believe, is that even the most innocent objects on the island could be turned into weapons or enemies if we are not watchful. Perhaps it might be a good idea to think of other things that seem innocent, but that could turn deadly? Is there anything we can do to prepare ourselves for strange and unexpected attacks? Besides helping others be armed at all times, at least.

scruffnfeathers

"There are those that believe," Castiel started without preamble, "that to do harm to any other living, sentient creature is a sin. And to a certain extent, they may be right. To do harm with malicious intent, for no purpose other than the act of doing harm itself, is an act of evil. However, to do harm for the purposes of continuing one's own survival, such as in matters of self-defense or in procuring food, is not.

"Nor is stepping on or accidentally inhaling bugs. In case you were wondering.

"Doing harm to those creatures who are not normally sentient and animated in order to provide sanctuary or safety for others is also not a sin. Doing harm to those creatures who are not normally sentient and animated and are doing harm to others for one's own entertainment is . . . less of a black and white issue, but I rather think that one may be forgiven for enjoying the act of clearing the way for others to pass in safety." Yeah, he was pretty clearly talking about the vegetables, here. It's possible he had a little too much fun smiting them on Tuesday. "Doing harm to others for your mutual entertainment is . . ." Castiel frowned. "Well, to be honest, I'm not certain, but it may fall under that whole 'God doesn't care what you do with your reproductive systems' thing."

Just in case you were wondering.

[ooc: OCD is up. May be bouts of slowplay today, depending on how busy things get at work.]

scruffnfeathers

Mildred had come in covered in some sort of plant matter and shrieking continuously. Once Castiel finally managed to calm her down enough to get some sense out of her, he could already hear the fiends gibbering and nattering outside the door. He stuck two fingers on her head to knock her out (it was for her own good, really it was) and headed out the door to confront the enemy.

Which would be why Castiel was prowling up and down in front of the church, smiting vegetables. The church was meant to be a sanctuary, after all. The interior, at least, would be a man-eating-veggie-free zone.

[ooc: OMG, I actually get to use this icon icly. OPEN!]

thatsamilkshake

"Everybody seemed to be into writing advice for people on the bathroom walls this week," Francine said with the most innocent look you could possibly see -- and a gold earring with a star dangling from it in each ear.

"And the warning signs went over well too, so we thought it might be a good idea to keep going on that theme and come up with a brochure to hand out to new students when they arrive, telling them the things they really need to know! We know the administration wants to keep us safe, but sometimes they miss out on the small stuff - and sometimes the small stuff isn't really small at all."

[OOC: Open!]

scruffnfeathers

Castiel looked a little grumpy up at the pulpit, today.

"There are many things," he said, "which humanity does which I simply . . . do not comprehend. I'm told that there are many things that I say and do which humanity doesn't comprehend, so I suppose this is fair, but I thought I would talk about one of the human things today.

( Schadenfreude )

[ooc: Yeah, I dunno. Every now and then Cass has to get some of the 'wtf, humans are weirdos' out of his system. OCD is on its way.]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

As people arrived to the tables in the picnic area, they might have noticed that in addition to the usual snacks and drinks, there were markers, colored pencils, and pieces of paper waiting to be used.

"Good afternoon," Morgana said, once everyone had gotten settled. "We've all given a great deal of thought to potential Fandom-specific issues - what to do when you wake up a different gender, how to deal with friends being turned into animals, etc. - and while that means that we are well-prepared, we thought that perhaps it would useful to try to ensure that others are at least thinking about these things as well. What we would like to do today is make safety posters for Fandom, to hang up in the dorms and perhaps in the town as well." She hadn't known what Francine was talking about at first, but once she'd seen a few, she found them rather helpfully amusing. "I believe we have enough supplies for everyone, whenever you all would like to begin."

scruffnfeathers

Castiel was back to his usual, stoic, ungremlin bit self, this week. Anyone expecting any sort of apology for his behavior the week before, however, would be waiting a long time.

Instead, he gave the congregation a long, hard look, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

"This Saturday," he said, "is Halloween."

Well, this was sure to be interesting.

( In which the mun tries to . . . patch a little bit of canon )

[ooc: OCD is ~~on its way.~~ up! Have at ye.]

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

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

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

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

scruffnfeathers

Something was decidedly odd about Castiel, today. More so than usual, in fact. For one thing, instead of standing stock still at the front of the church throughout the entire service, he instead seemed to be swaying slightly and nodding his head, as though to some unheard music. His tie had come off at some point, and more buttons on his shirt were open than was usual. His trench coat was missing. And perhaps most disturbing of all, he was smiling.

If it weren't for the fact that he was standing behind the pulpit, someone might notice that this was probably due to the fact that he had a gremlin on his leg, gnawing cheerfully away. The gremlin's venom, it seemed, was affecting Castiel much in the way that certain drugs were known to affect people.

In other words, he was higher than a freaking kite.

He seemed to start his sermon in the middle.

"So, in this way, we're each a fragment of total perception. Just -- just one compartment. In that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total -- total -- shared perception. It can be . . . surprisingly physical."

Someone should possibly stop him.

[ooc: OCD is ~~coming~~ up. And yes, I'm totally riffing gremlin-bit!Cass from 5x04 - The End. I love this canon. For serious.]

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