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forhisfriends.livejournal.com

Disregarding last year's meadfest with their friends the Vikings, it was a fine Fandom tradition that the graduation day was followed up by a grad brunch on Sunday, and this year was no exception.

The weather was okay, and a feast had been laid out in the park. A banner spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2012 hung from the trees, and there were tables and chairs spread all around, some covered by tents and some not. And at the center of it all, naturally as at any good Fandom event, were the tables of ~~moddable~~ foods and drinks.

Even cake. Fandom High graduation ceremonies might have been things of surprise dropbear terror, but the school did take care of its own when it came to food. It was a very good time for the graduates, along with their classmates, friends and families, not to mention random townsfolk, to gather and celebrate yet another class making its way through the challenge knowns as high school.

[ocd up! | Mingling | Food and Drink | Tables and Chairs | Edges of the Park | OOC]

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

It hadn't taken long for word to spread regarding the removal of the rabbits, gizkas, protopets... and most importantly, the School Board and the Howells.

The lack of needing to pretend they were a Perfectly Ordinary Boarding School meant that the uniforms ~~could~~ had to be disposed of.

In a bonfire, naturally.

[ooc: come one, come all, indulge in some pyromania-fueled catharsis! ocd up, c'mon in!]

selfhelphero

For all the chompy bunnies that had been taken out yesterday, there were twice as many running around the town now, and to the administration's horror, they'd made friends with the gizka and the Protopets - if "friends" could be defined as "members of an ongoing competition to see who could reproduce the fastest" at least. The Protopets were burping, the gizka were spawning, and the bunnies were...well, bunnying.

The creatures were running all over the island, but there was a considerable amount of them in the park. Maybe it was all the trees to hide behind. Maybe the lake made a nice setting for mating. Whatever the reason, if anyone was looking for a good fight, this was the place to be.

[As mentioned in the OOC post, these creatures can be fought anywhere on the island, but this post is for anyone who wants a specific place to fight, or a group setting to get their aggression out. Minor OCD is below!]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

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

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

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

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

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

Current Mood: pleased

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

It had been a while, but once again the Boards was gearing up for an opening night:

The Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture!
Please no throwing rice on stage.
Well, okay, if you must.

Tickets were for sale at the door, along with audience participation kits. And yes, you better believe that the one selling the tickets was armed with a tube of lipstick so that he could mark Petey Sci-Fi virgins with a V on their foreheads if this was their first time seeing the show.

In the participation kits, one could expect to find flashlights, toilet paper, playing cards, toast, a newspaper, squirt guns... The usual fare, really. If people didn't know what to do with any of the above, there was even a handy audience participation guide included.

The cast was set. The crew was set. The costumes were scandalous and the music was loud.

The Lord said, let there be lips.

And there were. And they were good.

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Troy sat on the edge of the stage, gesturing for everyone, once they'd come in in their costumes, to gather in the front rows of the seats. "I want to tell you all a little story," he said, smiling a little, lips twisting up at one side. "See, once upon a time, there was this guy. The Basketball Guy. All he did, all he was, all anyone expected of him was that he play basketball, and that he win. It wasn't about the team so much, although many of them were just as good, and they were his friends, his teammates, he could count on them on-court and off. Still, the Basketball Guy was all anyone talked about, the one they expected to lead the team to victory, time after time after time. Win or lose, it was all on him.

( But he wasn't happy )

[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up!]

solo_sword

It wasn't that Jaina had cut her training short today, but she had started earlier thanks to waking up early and not getting back to sleep, which meant just starting early. It also meant that afterwards, once she'd changed and made herself unsweaty and gross, she could hang out at the Perk for a while and check out the news from home, just in case anything had exploded over there.

Because if it hadn't, she was going to maybe check out what the damage would be to postpone her portal till tomorrow. If the time she had left to do that sort of thing was running short, an extra day wouldn't hurt too badly, right?

[Girl has a billion things to do this visit, it's true. Open! I cannot guarantee how punchy I will or will not be omg booooooooooooooooook.]

Current Mood: thirsty

furnaceface

Ah, the first day of rehearsals at the Boards. It was just the sort of thing to make Jono show up looking... if not happy then at least slightly less grumpy than usual, with a stack of scripts in his arms complete with sheet music. It might have been the therapeutic smashing of creepy dolls with a crowbar that had him in such a good mood. Or maybe it was the sheet music that did it for him. Even Sweet Transvestite could be soothing if it was played well, damn it.

Really, if you wanted happy, you need look no further than Troy: the fluster and panic of a first rehearsal was generally guaranteed to have a smile fixed on his face. "This is going to be awesome," he said to Jono, as an aside. Turning to the gathered performers, he added, "Hey, everyone, thanks for making it out! I hope you're all excited for this -- I know we are!"

"Before we get started, I have the scripts here," Jonothon's excited face looked much the same as his 'Yes, I certainly do appear to be awake today' face. "There's enough for each of you to take one, and you can feel free to make as many notes in the margins or mark them up however you see fit. They're yours to keep. Today, we're going to just be acquainting ourselves with the script and the music of the show, since I know a good many of you showed up for auditions without even the faintest idea what in the world you were getting yourselves into."

Which had amused Jonothon to no end, really, but they were in a show with underwear and dry humping, and he was going to have to break it to them sooner or later, after all.

Underwear, dry humping, incest, cannibalism... Really, what didn't the show have? "At some point," Troy continued, "I was thinking we could watch the movie all together, but I want to get rehearsals underway first so that we're not locked into that as the 'right way' to do things. Theater's not about that. The movie's iconic, yeah, but with a live show like this, what you all bring to the roles is just as important as how someone may have played it once before."

"So, everybody grab a script," Jono said, "and take a seat. We'll do a read-through of the script, pausing for the musical numbers, which we'll just play on CD for this one rehearsal so that you get a feel for the vocals. If any of you have any concerns or questions about any of this, feel free to ask Troy or myself during the read-through, or to grab one of us after rehearsal. Shall we begin?"

[Open rehearsal! Script (with audience participation cues just 'cause) is here. Cast list is here. Yaaaaaaaay!]

life_inshadow

Tara had brought Mr. Moxy to work with her today, and watched him chase dust bunnies around the bookshelves until he got bored with it and fell asleep.

This taught her two things. First, her workday would be much easier if she were a cat.

Second, they needed to sweep under the bookshelves more often.

The Magic Box was open, and Tara was armed with a broom and some Windex.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

Thursday meant that the same sign was up on the door:

AUDITIONS
Petey Sci-Fi Talky Picture

January 8th and 12th, 2012
(That means today!)

Rehearsals Sundays and Thursdays
through March 22nd, inclusive.
Performance Friday, March 23rd!

Please be prepared to perform
both a song and a monologue.
Monologues and songs available
if you do not have your own.

(Songs and monologues do not
need to be from the show.)

Adults welcome!

Come one, come all, and audition for one of the best shows on Earth! Troy was just going to be over here, amused that he hadn't noticed any odd singing yesterday -- because it's not like it was odd for him to be singing.

endsthegame

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities.

There was ice on the pond, thick ice, and someone had set up a small booth alongside it renting out skates for the night. Closer to the bonfire, there was a buffet, partly already cooked (and with cocoa, too!), partly set up with raw meat, fish, marshmallows and vegetables for the more enterprising crowd who might want to roast something over one of the fires.

Lights hung in the trees, and the fires blared merrily. Fandom was ready for the changing of the years, and all were welcome.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | Arrive/Mingle | Food & Drink | By the Bonfires | Skating | Countdown | FIREWORKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! | OOC ]]

oncourtandstage.livejournal.com

This was it, ladies and gentlemen. The Boards, newly under the direction of Troy Bolton and Jonothon Starsmore was proud to present:

The Winter Holiday Showcase!
Come one, come all, to a celebration
of Fandom's diversity!

Enjoy musical and dramatic performance
many of the different worlds
represented on our fair island.

Tickets were still available at the box office; enjoy the show!

[~~Aaand wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up!]

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

bigdamnprincipal

For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to stability.

In Fandom, the situation was very much the same every time something terrible happened. Zoe knew that no matter how bad things got, she had to be strong, because falling apart in front of the students, or even the teachers, just wasn't an option.

Which, she supposed, made Anakin her Mal here, if only because imagining Deadpool in tight pants made Zoe's brain do things it oughtn't.

Cameron was gone. Her family was gone. Only Grace was left, and that was because Zoe wasn't letting her more than an arms length away. Her ~~handwavey~~ radio call for an emergency town hall meeting wasn't just about gathering information and rallying everyone together, although it was certainly damn time for that. Hopefully, it would provide a good head count for who was still left on the island. However many people came, it wouldn't be enough to make Zoe feel better, but maybe it would be a start.

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

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

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

So thanks to the combined efforts of Student Council members and non-members alike, a Thanksgiving dinner had been put together in the Community Center. There were pies, there were casseroles, there were other ~~moddable~~ edible things, and then there were the rolls made out of pie crust.

Thank you, Karla.

Come in and enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner where your friends and relatives wouldn't disappear on you! Probably!

[[open to all!]]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

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

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

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

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

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

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

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

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

godgavemecable.livejournal.com

The day had dawned crisp and clear, but by the time afternoon had rolled around... it was really still kind of ridiculously warm for fall. People could probably get away with not wearing a sweater, even.

Which made rather good weather for a picnic, convenient since that was the traditional way of kicking off the Fandom High Parents' (and assorted other relatives, friends, acquaintances, or sometimes even enemies, but that was harder to fit nicely on a banner) Weekend. So there were rows of picnic tables decked out in blue and yellow, laid out with just about any sort of foodstuff one could imagine. And just in case there was any lingering doubt as to the purpose of the picnic, a glittery banner (Petra's work, naturally) adorned the registration tables:
( WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2011! )

[ooc: ocd up! registration / security / food & drink / mingling / post two ]

sith_happened

The series of portals Anakin had managed to set up on short notice weren't the most direct way to get to District Thirteen, but they were the fastest. Anakin had checked four times to confirm when he realized they had a stopover in the Triassic era...

Now, as the sun peeked up over one of the allegedly happiest places on Earth (Anakin had other opinions on that), he waited for the rest of his fellow travelers to arrive while he left Tahiri a voicemail asking her to cover classes for him.

[OOC: For those heading to Katniss plot!]

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Karla the previous week, and the train wreck of a weekend he'd just experienced, Wesley, true to his word, trekked out to the preserve on Monday evening to set up what would be a memorial for Katniss. The preserve had obviously been a place of some significance ot her, given her avocation for hunting, and it just seemed natural to have it there rather than in a park or in the church. So that evening found him setting up candles people could light and sprigs of katniss and other flowers for people to lay down if they wanted to, and clearing a spot for people to congregate. There were blankets on the floor, since the nonstop rain lately had made the ground fairly wet, and seemingly limitless boxes of tissues.

There. That... that was a memorial. With all the candles lit, it would be a proper memorial, but until then, he lit one of his own.

[[up early for SP tomorrow! open to those who know about the Games, and NFB due to the whole memorial thing. OCD ~~coming~~ up!]]

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.

glacial_queen

Karla was back on Fandom again and, oddities of the morning aside--like waking up in the dorms--was pretty excited to be back on the island. After a brief practice with sticks in the preserve, she'd decided to look up some of her favorite places from her time here.

...Which had her heading to the ice cream store, obviously. Well, with a quick stop at the Perk for coffee. Funny how neither store had changed a bit. Even her coffee-maker back home looked more modern than that.

Of course, she had a Skywalker with a tinkering fetish in her Court, so maybe she wasn't the best judge of that.

Ordering a GIANT sundae for herself (she was a grown-up, she could have ice cream for breakfast if she wanted to), she made her way over to a table near one of the windows and settled in, looking for familiar faces.

Well, probably not so familiar anymore.

[Open like an ice cream store. FYI, Karla still looks pretty young, in her mid-twenties.]

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

ancientbschamp.livejournal.com

Gabrielle honestly couldn't tell you how long it had been since she'd been back in Fandom.

By physical reckoning, she'd only aged about three years after graduating, but closer to thirty had passed at home since, thanks to not having counted on Ares entombing them in ice after she and Xena faked their deaths (that time -- no, not that one, that other one, where they'd been responsible for the decimation of their own people's deities) until a chance avalanche let light into the mountainside cave and thawed them out. Add to that whatever time-travel-related headaches came from going this far into the future to visit Fandom, and well . . . she'd just as well not try and figure out a specific answer to "how long has it been," thanks.

'A long time' worked well enough for Gabrielle, who'd emerged from the mountainside (not a bad place for a grave, so she had to give Ares credit for taste) to find a world where everything was different. Their young friend Octavius was Augustus Caesar now (apparently that had happened after Xena'd killed Marc Antony and she'd killed Brutus and the whole mess with Cleopatra was over); Joxer had somehow managed to father a good-looking warrior and poet of a boy named Virgil, and Gabrielle had no idea how that had been possible; Xena's daughter Eve was . . .

Well.

It'd been an incredibly unpleasant shock (to say the least) for both of them when they discovered that in the intervening years Xena's baby daughter Eve had grown up to become Livia, Rome's new champion. Even more unpleasant (again, to say the least) to remember her killing Joxer in front of them, and to realize that it was somewhat inevitable, that a woman whose genetic makeup came from Xena and Callisto would be capable of that kind of savagery.

Knocking sense into her hadn't been easy ~~nor had it made a whole hell of a lot of sense~~, and it had been exhausting, so the timing of Gabrielle's invitation to the reunion had been just about perfect, giving her a chance to get away for a few days and recover while Xena and Eve made up for a lot of lost mother-daughter bonding years.

Waking up in her old dorm room had felt oddly like it had just been yesterday, but then again Gabrielle had long since given up on trying to make sense of the passage of time anyway. She made her way into the town and out to the Rocky Bits to look out over the water, absently twirling her sai in her hands as she did. Funny how much this place felt like it hadn't changed, even though they all had . . .

[OOC: Open post, though subject to SP for a bit when I have to go run errands. For reference, Gabrielle really doesn't look more than about three years older than she did in school, though she does have short hair now and basically looks like this. Also she isn't the same version of future!Gab who will be factoring into

thinkbetterofme's future, just FYI.]

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]

need-no-moon.livejournal.com

It was still way, way too hot and Jake was overheated. He was definitely build for cold weather, not for warm, and water seemed to hold some reprieve from the heat. Once those thunderstorms came around, he was going to be dancing in them. For now, there was the ocean. Anyone who might have been looking towards Galactica Point at the right moment might have noticed someone jumping off and into the water. (It was crazy, but fun and definitely refreshing.)

Water that was still cool now and Jacob was floating on his back, considering spending the night out here. He wasn't too far from shore now, still able to hear the occasional trooper patrol pass on Apocalypse Avenue.

[So very open.]

Current Mood: hot

mississippiqueen

Anyone coming to the usual classroom meeting spot who hadn't gotten the ~~handwavey~~ message from the intrepid club heads would find a sign posted on the door directing them to this specific spot on the beach - along with a note that for the summer, meetings were shifting to every other week, to give everyone as much Screwing Around With Their Friends (literal only if desired) time as possible.

Today's agenda: lounging, playing in the water, grilling whatever ~~moddable~~ grillable foods that Gabrielle and Emmett had provided, and just generally hanging out.

It was summer, after all, and swimsuits were recommended for this meeting. Just not by Gabrielle, who was still in her usual short skirt and ~~hideous~~ green top though she'd foregone the boots.

Emmett was wearing zebra-skin trunks and an expression best described at how hard would Gabrielle hit me if I guessed her size and bought her a silver and green tank suit.

[Open! Minimal (like Emmett's swimsuit) OCD IS UP! Also, like the sign says, for summer, we're moving A.S.S. to every other week!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

The weather was great--- and no other random horses showed up on the way there for Dinah, at least. There was a grill for burgers and brats and some skewers of meat, a big cooler full of drinks, and a couple bags of chips. Plus a cake. Big cake.

Time to get ready for Karla's (mostly!) Sweet Sixteen Surprise Party.

[OCD up!]

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!]

bitchprince

If you thought that Arthur would be staying indoors and sticking to speeches now that precautions could be taken, you were utterly mistaken. He'd been outside for the better part of the day - not alone, either, as he was taking his own advice - keeping the creatures occupied. Or dead.

Mainly dead.

Unfortunately, he had yet to succeed in capturing one either.

He'd just gone out on his second patrol of the day when he stumbled across the park - and what seemed to be a group of five baby godzillas, conferring. "...Be very, very quiet," he told his companion.

[[ arthur's thread for one and a couple of beasties; open park is open for your unrelated business! ]]

ancientbschamp.livejournal.com

Mattie Merrill wasn't that go with the flow that she'd taken it completely in stride when she woke up yesterday morning in a dorm room that was (as later exploration had proved) on an island off the coast of Maryland. She was, however, not one to turn down an opportunity for a good ~~scam~~ chance to help people out, and with everyone freaking out over who they were or who other people were, the plan at least in the short term had been obvious: set up shop in town.

So she'd spent most of yesterday finding herself a suitable base of operations and getting the atmosphere in the counseling room just right. (Don't ask how she managed that in one day. Just don't.) The waiting room was set up comfortably, too, with couches and mood lamps and the appropriate kind of soothing Enya-type music.

A copy of her diploma (from the Buffalo Springs Medical Academy, which was a fully accredited school, thank you very much) was displayed prominently on the wall behind the vacant receptionist's desk, and above the door to the counseling room was a large placard reading WELCOME TO WHO YOU USED TO BE.

The door was open, the past-lives counselor was in, and hopefully there was a profit to be made here.

[OOC: OCD is up, post is open, Gabrielle is Mattie the scam artist past-lives counselor from the X:WP fourth season clip show "Deja Vu All Over Again." Yeah, clip show, but I kinda love what this series did with 'em.

ETA: I should probably put up a warning for unexpected possible bouts of SP; my cold decided to take a turn for the epic and I might fall asleep. :/]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. 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.

[Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing Booths | OOC | Post 1 | OCD is up! Go wild!]

Current Mood: cold

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]

nodaintyflower.livejournal.com

Mulan knew it was probably a bad idea to leave the dorm, but she wanted to make sure those horrible things didn't damage the flower shop. Plus, it was her day to work there. She wasn't going to let some disgusting creatures get in the way of a paycheck.

( Wherein Mulan defends the flowers )

[no ocd today, but open!]

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?"

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!]

divinesurfchick.livejournal.com

This . . . this was not good.

Aphrodite was hunting in the dark for the sign of little kitty prints on the sticky ground. Every once in a while she'd mutter to herself.

"I will never do something like this again. Never."

Suddenly she stopped and looked at the trail. "Dinaaaahh! Not the park! What are you gonna do, stalk the flamingos?"

Then she was jogging down the street calling loudly, "Dinah, here, kitty-kitty! DINAHHHHH!"

And when she found Dinah!kitty? She hoped she remembered how to turn her back.

(ooc: Dite's looking for Dinah!kitty, but post is Open for anyone wishing to join the hunt! Or laugh at the goddess floundering in the syrupy streets! No ocd, just jump in where ever you want!)

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey managed to get back to the theatre in time to open the box office, but only just. @#%#ing bastards in the @#$%ing printing shop taking their @#$$ing time with his #@%#ing order! He'd put it in a month and a half ago! What the hell was that?

Hopefully, that'll be the last thing to go wrong with this production.

And he knocked wood in the hopes of making it so. He didn't need any more stress, not when he was starting to have... when...

The show. Focus on the show. And. Don't throttle anyone.

[ocd up!][anyone interested in being shanghaied for the show?, see the OOC note!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey was not in the best of moods. In fact, 'good' seemed to have no place around him as he seemed to have an ice pack against his jaw. Asking why was certainly not a 'good' idea. He definitely wasn't drinking 'good' coffee by the expression on his face, and any 'good' humor he had about things was going to be used up, no doubt, by his actors.

He did seem to have a 'good' grasp on the razor that flicked between his lips every few minutes, sore jaw bedamned.

"Get on the stage and not one word that starts with 'b' that wasn't written by four hundred years ago."

[ocd 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

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had ordered two ice-cream cakes, a cooler of sodas, and some noisemakers.

It's not every day one of your best buds goes legal!

[small ocd up! All welcome.]

nevertobequeen.livejournal.com

Morgana still wasn't entirely certain what CPR was, even after Francine had tried to explain it to her, but she supposed that was the point of the meeting this week. They'd taken over the same picnic shelter, to make themselves nice and easy to find in case the extra posters didn't do the trick, and had tried to make sure there was enough space cleared for the demonstration.

If they ended up with more boys today than they'd had last week, there'd be no complaining. Probably.

[Aaaaand the OCD is up!]

ancientbschamp.livejournal.com

Gabrielle wasn't remotely surprised to find a hot tub on the island, as a matter of fact, and when she did find it, she wasted no time stripping down and jumping in. (Dress code rules aside, and never mind that her ancient world had an astounding number of amenities and inventions, she had no concept of swimsuits ~~according to the laws of fanservice~~.) The hot water felt good, and the steam was relaxing, and it was altogether a nice sensual experience that she was going to enjoy to the fullest, although she couldn't help feeling like ~~someone~~ something was missing.

Still, this was nice -- and if she spent far too much time ducking under the water and resurfacing in a rather sexy-looking way, she was enjoying it, okay?

[OOC: Like I wasn't going to take advantage of my canon's abundance of gratuitous hot tub footage. Open if you happen to be in the area or want to bust her for indecency, why not? This would've gone up earlier, but it's World Cup qualifiers time. Hush.]

thatsamilkshake

The largest picnic shelter at the park was decorated with a couple of the ~~incredibly girly~~ posters that had been going up around town, just in case people might think they should go to... any of the other shelters that didn't have any people in them. Because Francine was thorough that way, and also because she sometimes judged others by things she would expect herself to get caught doing.

The picnic table nearest the barbecue grills had a sign-in sheet on it, alongside a first aid kit, a couple of notebooks, and two cell-phones.

[OOC: Open! To anybody - students or grownups. The OCD ~~will be here momentarily~~ has arrived! ~~It got distracted by~~ So have Katie McGrath's breasts.]

Current Mood: hot

puppy_fair

Zack's shoulders were rising and falling as he worked on catching his breath. It had been a long day, and he was covered from head to toe in alligator innards and goldfish bites, and it was about to get longer, really.

He crossed his arms and stared down into the sewer, frowning thoughtfully. He'd sent out a ~~handwavey~~ call to anybody who might be interested in trying to trace the gators to their source, as per Worf's suggestion and Arthur's orders.

Now it was a matter of waiting for the cavalry to arrive before leaping in.

"All in a day's work, I guess," he mused to himself, trying his best to ignore the smell.

[~~Setting up some light OCD! Please hold!~~ This post is open to absolutely anyone who has a burning desire to jump into the sewers, yes.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey had started the morning auspiciously by falling out of bed, banging his head against the closet door, jamming a nail on the door, swearing himself into making something fall on him, finally opening the door, getting his foot stuck in it, nearly twisting his knee by trying to move forward with his foot still in the door, and burning his hand with a splash of coffee as soon as he finally limped to the kitchen.

No surprise, perhaps, that the door was kicked open today? Or that the poster was mostly thrown out there.
CASTING FOR THE SCOTTISH PLAY
No experience necessary! Amateurs wanted! Cast and Crew Positions! Free food!
Was he pandering on that last one? Yes, yes he was.

Either way, grumbling and cursing and wondering when, exactly, it became not too early for Scotch, Geoffrey settled into his chair to wait and see who showed up.

[ocd up!][please note: tryouts for the next three weeks; also, they are SP if needed][also, here 's the general gist on the plays][meta names here]

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