[identity profile] tripledmyself.livejournal.com
It was Friday night which meant the start of the weekend and Nathan found himself at the bowling alley. Yeah, shut the fuck up, it wasn't like he could afford to do much else. There was actually money in his pocket from both working and his mum but blowing it all in one night wasn't going to happen this time. He'd done that before and suffered in the days after, surviving off ketchup packets and water from dirty water fountains. It hadn't been fun.

The bowling alley in town was both cheap and entertaining. He could order a huge plate of nachos (with everything on them, of course), a drink and bowl as many games as he wanted all for the cost of going out to some club to pay for some chick high on acid to rub against the front of his pants. Besides, having some nameless chick rub against him at this point in time would be a detriment to his health.

Namely, he'd probably get his ass killed.

Whatever, he wasn't thinking about getting killed. Currently, he was chatting it up with some cute girl in the lane over, challenging her to bowl a strike. If she did, he'd do a headfirst slide down the lane and into the pins, risking both a concussion and severe injuries to his naughty bits. She took the challenge and, fortunately for him, left a split standing. Oops, better luck next time! She bet him another plate of nachos that he couldn't hit five pins with his eyes closed.

This time, Nathan won and sent her off to get more nachos immediately. Hey, he was skinny and he could put the food away. No need to wait when he was hungry and content! More nachos for him!

[Open place in town thus open post]
[identity profile] weetinyreese.livejournal.com
Kyle had promised Calvin and Hiccup some burgers and burgers he delivered. But it was a good day out and it wasn't fair to exclude Toothless, so after picking up their food, he headed to the playground in the park to give everyone their orders. "I've got burgers, fries and soda." He set the drinks down next to George and started to rummage through the bag.
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
With new students and teachers all over the island and radio tryouts starting up again tonight, Lacey was in a little bit of a flurry of excitement.

To be polite about it; the kitchen staff was contemplating a tranquilizer dart, the way she was running around telling them to clean up grease spots the size of a pinhead and how that had better not be a stray hair threatening to come loose and drift toward the food and --

That tranquilizer dart might not be a bad idea.

Today's Specials
Strawberry Citrus Salad
Grilled Chicken Breast with Honeydew Salsa
Pork Tenderloin with Pears and Shallots


NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
Friday and Weekend Shifts Available


Luke's is open. Bring a sedative. Not for you, for her.
[identity profile] 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!]
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Jaina had meant to set out to see if the junkyard was still underwater, 'cause she had a droid to work on and was missing some key parts, but she'd gotten a little turned around in town and and ended up outside the coffee shop. And she thought, well, there weren't many people around, and she had always wanted to try caf... Her dad told her she couldn't have any because it would stunt her growth. Her dad had no idea that caffeine wouldn't make a lick of difference there. Besides, he wasn't here now...

So Jaina went inside, asked for directions, and hey, while she was getting herself unturned around, could she order a caf. They didn't have caf, so instead she got a small coffee, and she took it back to a table. Her feet didn't reach the ground in the chair she was sitting in, and she'd had take the lid off the cup so she could blow on it for what felt like forever so it was cool enough, and then decided it was safe enough to try.

"....Yuck."

Maybe it was an acquired taste. She'd just keep trying it, because grownups did it all the time, and then when she reached the end she'd be a tiny caffeinated eight-year-old and then where would you all be?


[So open. And now I want coffee.]
[identity profile] magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com
Now was the winter of their discontent... The last night of Richard III was starting very soon. Still no sign of their errant Director, but Tony seemed to have everything well in hand. Sophie had counted up receipts from Tuesday, and they were doing quite well. The students had certainly given it their all on Tuesday night.

And Geoffrey may have cast them, encouraged them, and directed them, but everyone in the theater tonight had their own reasons for wanting this last evening of the play to go well.

"Thirty minutes, everyone. Our Stage Manager says places in thirty."

[OCD on its way up!]
[identity profile] notquitewright.livejournal.com
Marcus had walked very casually from the bar to the junkyard. Anyone watching would think he hadn't a care in the world and was completely oblivious to the two who'd been following him all day.

This was not the case. He knew they were there; he didn't want them to know that. If they thought he didn't see them, they'd get careless.

Marcus wandered into the junkyard, moving deep into the piles of old car parts and abandoned furniture, and disappeared into the shadows.

Waiting.

[Specifically for the two shadows, but open after them if anyone wants.]

Atlas Gym | Friday

Friday, April 2nd, 2010 07:39 pm
[identity profile] guardian-god.livejournal.com
Fridays were always the best days at Atlas and this week was no exception.

Dimitri was taking advantage of the peaceful nature of the day by turning up whatever the radio happened to be tuned to from the morning (and wow, did Rose have weird taste) and going after a heavy bag.

Hitting things passed the time well.
[identity profile] eternalstud.livejournal.com
Damon was nowhere to be seen in Caritas tonight but Tino was, much to his chagrin. Tino really needed to find someone less appealing than himself to tend bar so he can leave work whenever he wanted to.

Good luck with that, Tino.
[identity profile] stayingfrosty.livejournal.com
Price was at work today, still with a slight limp to his walk.

Stupid wolves.

Otherwise he was doing just dandy, happily reorganizing the merchandise a little bit. He'd assist anyone that stopped in, of course.

[ooc: 50,000 OCD threads used to live here. Now it's a ghost town... err, meaning no OCD, open post, I will answer the pings when off work and now I must run to catch my bus, argh.]
[identity profile] likes-chicken.livejournal.com
Hurley was at work again, after having skipped out last week thanks to the evil fog. This week there was definitely no evil fog. He had brought Four-Dee along with him to work today. He was trying to see if he could get him to deliver flowers.

It wasn't working so well.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

[ooc: Answering every ping when I'm off work! But OCD free and open!]
[identity profile] slapbetcommish.livejournal.com
Lily was more or less on time today. The "or less" part came with a line at JGOB that meant she had to walk in a liiiittle late due to desperately needing both coffee and carbs, but slow days were kind of designed for that kind of thing, right?

She'd be over here and ready to help. Just as soon as she finished her coffee.

[The OCD has pretty much been up since 1:30 am.]
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Heading off in a different direction than Elena and some of the others, Ben (and his rebreather) tried to keep buildings behind him as he crept through town, senses alert for anything that didn't seem like it belonged out in the dense fog.

He made his way down toward the beach, thinking that the creatures he'd heard about would probably need some open space to run around and roar and eat things or tapdance or whatever they were up to...

[OOC: For the RNG-ed unlucky sneakers, should they like to put themselves somewhere, too. Also for things that want to eat them.]

Atlas Gym - Wednesday

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010 10:10 pm
[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com
Wednesday meant that Beka showed up early at the gym. Twas still quiet when she got there and Beka took the time to clean off some of the machines afore their first clients would come in.

"You don't have to wash the mats," Jessi announced as she flounced in. "Dimitri did it last week, and he can do it again."

Beka stopped and glanced up at the girl. "I thought he'd be the one to give orders here."

She shrugged, lounging across the machine Beka had just got done washing. "I'm just trying to save you some work. God."

"Are you?" Beka asked and she reached over to wipe the seat just behind Jessi's back, bumping her in the process to make it clear she was in the way.

Jessi was oblivious. Oh so oblivious. "Ow," she commented, not moving so much. "We're friends, right?"

"It'd depend on your definition of friends," Beka repeated the movement. That'd be a no.

She shifted around to face Beka, her pink spandex-clad body draped over the equipment. "So, why does radio go on and on about how Dimitri and Rose have a relationship." The finger quotes were in evidence as was the total lack of understanding of Beka's response. "But he keeps sleeping with me. What's up with that?"

Beka glared as Jessi was undoing her work. "Mayhap it'd have to do with him not being himself," she suggested, at least that was what happened when Beka's slept with him and given the previous weekend... She frowned and tossed the towel at Jessi. "If you'll be standing here, you can clean those. I'll clean the desk."

[No OCD because [livejournal.com profile] weetuskenraider is still out for lunch. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] guardianborn for playing the spandex girl.]
[identity profile] weetinyreese.livejournal.com
Kyle waved to the staff as he came in and headed straight for the booth he usually went to. He didn't catch a glimpse of the specials board today, but that was okay. He was going to order the same thing he always ordered.

Luke's is open for business.

[OOC: And modded with permission!]
[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com
Beka was a little late when she made it to the gym, but Emma was back to being human and that put her in a good enough mood. Pounce had accompanied her today as the room had been getting too busy for his nap. Not that it changed his plans as he made straight for the pile of mats from which he had a decent view of the gym.

"You could keep me company," Beka told him.

I am keeping you company, he reasoned and she rolled her eyes at him.

"It doesn't count if you've got your eyes closed."

But cats were cats and Pounce was The Cat, so he'd be sleeping while Beka worked.

[OCD got lost in the commute.]

Caritas- Saturday

Saturday, February 6th, 2010 05:15 pm
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Considering she'd gotten roped into 3MD without expecting it, Jaina was in a fairly decent mood when she took over her usual shift tonight. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup that was probably going to happen later, and would be happy not experiencing further trauma, but for now, okay mood.

The two drinks earlier had helped there.


[Your regularly scheduled Caritas post! Feel free to keep pinging in the 3MD post or mod yourselves as still being around now, but you get a fresh post for after-event stuff.]

Atlas Gym - Wednesday

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 08:21 pm
[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com
She better not be here, Pounce warned as they entered the gym. Mayhap he'd better not said that as the words were barely spoken or someone in pink spandex dashed forward.

"Awwwwww! You brought the kitteh again!" Jessi squealed and leaned down to pick up Pounce.

Pounce instantly moved Beka's other side. Get her away from me!

"He brought himself," Beka said, shaking her head. "I think you'd better leave him be. He's easily scared."

"But I'm not scary! Kitties love me! Just watch," Jessi babbled, already following Pounce to attempt to pick him up.

Beka was rather impressed as Pounce hissed, his back up and his teeth flashing. And then he ran off towards the lockers.

"Awwww, don't worry. I'll go get him," Jessi bounced after the cat.

A long time later, Jessi returned to tell her that she couldn't find Pounce, but she'd not give up and she'd recover the pretty kitty soon. Beka decided it'd be better for everyone not to tell Jessi that Pounce had probably used magic to get back to the dorms. It'd be a much quieter shift.
[identity profile] 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 ]]
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
Lacey, whenever she wasn't serving customers or wheedling the staff into doing something, was behind the counter staring contemplatively at a square-ruled notepad, tapping a pencil against her lips and squinting.

And, sometimes, writing something down after much deliberation. The staff thought she was reworking the cafe's budget, or menu, or their job duties, and were nervous and speculative all day.

Today's Specials
Truffle Burger with Truffle Glaze
Pot Roast
Artichoke Pesto Penne


Now Hiring -- See Manager for Details


What Lacey was actually doing was planning out which Farmville crops she needed mastery on, and in which order.

. . . oh, and designing a new floorplan for her CafeTown restaurant, because owning one diner and running another in real life wasn't enough, apparently.

Luke's is open -- stupid evil insidious Facebook.
[identity profile] weetinyreese.livejournal.com
Kyle wasn't used to being in on a Sunday, but there was no way the boys were going to pass up the opportunity to take their guests to their usual hang-out.

Today's Specials
Mangoes


No, they didn't have any mangoes today. Someone in the kitchen staff thought they were funny.

[OOC: Posted with permission! Open since it's Luke's and all]
[identity profile] suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com
Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

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

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


[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]
[identity profile] provostsdog.livejournal.com
Being a cove was strange, but in the end she'd decided she'd rather be a cove for the day than turn into an animal. Which according to Lady Aeryn was a possibility. She found herself touching the side of her face every so often, wondering if she'd changed back yet. She'd feel it if she did, right?

Stop fretting. It'll be fine, Pounce assured her.

Twas easy for him to say. He was still a male cat. A cheerful one at that.

At least the pigeons didn't care how she looked, they were glad to pick up the crumbs Beka tossed them.

[Open like an open park that's open.]
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
There were things Lacey could have lived without, really, like discovering the existence of fanfiction.net. (Yes, it'd taken her this long. Shut up.) She could have turned back while it was still safe, but no, she'd had to keep poking through out of curiosity, and then it turned into a fascinating horror, and then trainwreck syndrome kicked in.

The sound of that woman in the kitchen cooking up a storm? That might be the sound of a woman mourning the flaming ruins of her childhood.

Today's Specials
Sweet Potato Fries with Honey Mustard
Pulled Pork Sandwich with Garlic Aioli
Cucumber, Roasted Red Pepper, and Hummus Sandwich
BLT with Applewood Smoked Bacon


NOW HIRING - See Manager For Details!
Multiple Shifts Available.


Luke's is open, and Lacey can't unsee it. SHE CAN'T UNSEE IT OH GOD.

[OOC: . . . I have no idea.]
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
Lacey was still considering Kyle's suggestion of renaming the diner. To this end, there was a sign on the counter, next to the cash register, placed prominently behind two large trays full of tiny pies.

Is it time for a name change for the diner?
Buy an apple pie for Yes, a cherry pie for No!


There was a flaw in this voting system. Quite possibly everyone but Lacey could see it.

. . . and maybe the dishwasher and busboy, who were engaged in a heated debate over whether a time canoe would be cooler than a time machine. Lacey wasn't going to ask. She was just going to make sure that one booth was cleaned and all ready for the expected weekly arrival of the Weetiny Boys' Club.

Today's Specials
Roasted Tri-Tip Au Jus, On a French Roll
Prosciutto, Arugula, Sun-Dried Tomatoes, and Mozzarella on Pretzel Bread
Tofu and Couscous Salad
Laura Secord Chocolates


Now Hiring -- See Manager For Details!
Several Shifts Available.


Luke's is open, and in some extremely vague way, Lacey can't help but feel that things are very historical. Just don't ask her why, or how. She doesn't know.
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
The laptop was back out today, and Lacey had finally been able to get the pandas in MyZoo. Lacey had also spent most of the previous day watching a marathon of Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel, which meant that there was a lot of cooing over the Breeding screen.

Because those virtual Facebook animals had really wanted to have facts about their own feeding habits and proximity to extinction related to them by a well-meaning but ditzy coffeeslinger. Really.

Today's Specials
Plum Onion Turkey Sandwich (on honey wheat bread)
Potato Salad
Turkey Meatloaf


Help Wanted -- Please See Manager for Details
Several Shifts Available


Luke's is open, and in no danger of not passing a health department hygiene check (hopefully), since all the animals are virtual. Right.
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
Nobody, if they value their sanity, should ever introduce Lacey Burrows to Facebook apps. Or, judging from the looks the busboy was getting from the rest of the diner staff because he'd gone and sent their boss a MyZoo invite, if they value their life.

The second she'd cleaned and tidied the diner to her satisfaction, turned the sign in the door to OPEN, then headed back toward the counter (today, with laptop) Lacey had her chin in her hand and a wheedling tone in her voice as she talked to the screen.

"Aw, come on, cooperate, will you? You don't really want to be an endangered species forever, right? I'm trying to help you out here . . ."

Today's Specials
Chicken Adobo
Black Bean Soup
Corn Chowder
Greek Salad


NOW HIRING -- Several shifts available!
See manager for details.


Luke's is open, and just be grateful Lacey hasn't gotten the pandas yet, or the specials might all be bamboo.
[identity profile] iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com
The last time Ben was at Three Minute Dates, he was one of the daters. Now he was the host. He was pretty sure this counted as a promotion somehow.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES

Hosted by Ben Reilly
Reject people and make it snappy!


When the event was just about ready to start, Ben took the stage. "Okay, everyone! Let's go over the rules quickly. We'll start in a minute when I read a pair of names. That pair finds each other, makes with the chit chat, and then after three minutes you'll hear this sound."

A zombie hit a gong. With his head. Whatever works... "And when you hear that, we'll move onto the next round and I'll read more names. We'll do this five times and then we'll be done. Oh, and don't forget, violence isn't allowed here but drink throwing is both possible and hilarious."

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

Please wait for epic OCD! Epic OCD is up! And if you saw me make or admit to a PHENOMINALLY egregious mistake in my planning, I've got cookies on the table and you didn't see anything. Got that?]
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
Monday morning usually meant a check of the inventory, calls to the soda fountain supplier, restocking on coffee (and the inevitable Snippy Phone Exchange with that one kid at the Perk who worked the roaster), and making sure the fridge was cleaned out.

And, as of late, making sure the cream soda from either side of the border maintained an uneasy peace.

This last detail was usually saved for the end of the day, just so any failed negotiations didn't mean Lacey had to spend all day Monday with her clothes and hair all sticky. (That was more of an American cream soda issue. Ugh, high fructose corn syrup.) Unfortunately, around noontime a suspicious hissing noise from the storage closet prompted Lacey to hurry back there and check on the cream soda --

-- and not emerge after that. Apparently the two warring flavors had decided to pull her in to mediate on their conflict.

This was going to go so well.

Today's Specials
Corned Beef Hash
Steak and Eggs
Chile Verde


NOW HIRING -- Sunday Shift Available


Luke's is open. So is the soda, for negotiation -- but let's see how long that lasts.
[identity profile] laceycantlie.livejournal.com
Lacey wasn't talking about the weekend, much to the staff's dismay this morning.

Look, when you spent all of Sunday hoping to no avail for the contents of your wine rack to turn human, you wouldn't want to talk about it either.

For several reasons.

Today's Specials
Avocado, Mushroom, and Cheese Omelet
Avocado Club Sandwich
Avocado Burger


It was apparently going to be that kind of day.

NOW HIRING -- Several shifts available!


Luke's is open. There may be guacamole any second.
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Tyler and Ghanima weren't in talkative moods today, it seemed. Finally, though, after the crowd had gathered and was starting to get restless, Tyler spoke.


"It's Fight Club," he said. "If you've never been here before, talk to me so we can figure out what group to put you in. Right now, we're matching up ... those two, those two -- and don't break her, Triela -- him and him, and him and her. Let's go."

[OOC: Ghanima modded with permission. Plotty afoot today.]
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Bobby had learned quite a few interesting things since arriving in Fandom. One of those things was that some of his new friends had sadly never experienced the awesomeness that is things like cheeseburgers. So after figuring out where in town one would go to get such things, he handwavily contacted Kyle and George and told them to meet him at Luke's Diner. Time to educate them on some of the finer things in life. Well... finer if you were Bobby Drake, anyway.

[ooc: expecting two, but open, sure. luke's posted with permission from [livejournal.com profile] laceycantlie since there's no PC employee today.]
[identity profile] noearsyet.livejournal.com
George had promised Maron conversation with pastries, and from his less-than-a-week old knowledge of the island, he knew that the God of Biscuits was the place t'be for pastries.

But until he walked in the door, he'd expected regular stuff.  Rastons and meat pies and maybe if they were lucky, a few tarts or somethin' with fruit. 

...give him a few minutes, he was still staring at the racks and rows of sweets and pastries in the display cases.

[OOC: for that girl who agreed to pastries but open too, yes]

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