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Caritas, Thursday evening
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regretiz4suckas.livejournal.comCool movies were coming out tomorrow. So Kenzi had a few specials on hand:
Superbomb
Frozen Hammer
Flying Fortress
Frozen Hammer
Flying Fortress
regretiz4suckas.livejournal.comThe Skies Over Town, Friday Night
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wwiiiHis wings were still a bit on the ragged side, and it did kind of irk Warren that he'd be attending graduation with a few noticeable primaries missing, but the itching had stopped some and his feathers had filled in enough for him to fly without any trouble again.
Naturally, that meant that he was going to take advantage of some mostly decent weather and the cover of night in order to have himself one more good fly around the island. Guests were already arriving so far as he could tell, and he didn't want to startle anybody, even with a bit of residual irritation at having to hide for an entire week not long before. Of course it was difficult to conceal a sixteen-foot bright white wingspan, even in the dead of night, but he'd stick out... at least slightly less now that it was after dark, and that was more or less what mattered, here.
Warren pumped his wings hard to get some lift, climbing into the night sky until the moisture from some low-lying clouds started to cling to his face. And then he folded his wings against his back and let himself go into a headfirst plummet. He'd catch himself before long, of course, but tonight seemed like a good night for freefall.
[Open for anyone who might be up in the skies tonight! Or anyone on the ground who might notice a boy-shaped torpedo with an impressive wingspan.]
Naturally, that meant that he was going to take advantage of some mostly decent weather and the cover of night in order to have himself one more good fly around the island. Guests were already arriving so far as he could tell, and he didn't want to startle anybody, even with a bit of residual irritation at having to hide for an entire week not long before. Of course it was difficult to conceal a sixteen-foot bright white wingspan, even in the dead of night, but he'd stick out... at least slightly less now that it was after dark, and that was more or less what mattered, here.
Warren pumped his wings hard to get some lift, climbing into the night sky until the moisture from some low-lying clouds started to cling to his face. And then he folded his wings against his back and let himself go into a headfirst plummet. He'd catch himself before long, of course, but tonight seemed like a good night for freefall.
[Open for anyone who might be up in the skies tonight! Or anyone on the ground who might notice a boy-shaped torpedo with an impressive wingspan.]
The Boards, Friday Evening [Performance!]
Friday, March 23rd, 2012 09:57 amoncourtandstage.livejournal.comIt 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.
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.
The Boards, Thursday [Rehearsal]
Thursday, March 22nd, 2012 10:13 amoncourtandstage.livejournal.comTroy 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 )
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( But he wasn't happy )
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The Boards, Sunday [Rehearsal]
Sunday, March 11th, 2012 01:43 pmoncourtandstage.livejournal.comHaving spent most of the previous day in a conference call with Ryan, a few Evans Industries lawyers, and a very stubborn man who refused to accept that they had, in fact, filed for and received the rights to perform Petey Sci-Fi (really, Troy had the paperwork somewhere, except he was pretty sure Jono was the one who had filed it and Jono... didn't seem to be around this weekend, and it's not like he could explain, "Sorry, it's one of those weekends," to someone who'd never been to the island. Except for, well, Ryan, but that still didn't help with the lawyers), Troy had missed out on who, exactly, his roommate and co-worker had turned into.
That wasn't going to last long.
"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"
It seemed like the safest bet.
Yep. Totally safe.
"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"
And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.
That wasn't going to last long.
"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"
It seemed like the safest bet.
Yep. Totally safe.
"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"
And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.
The Boards, Sunday Evening [Rehearsal]
Sunday, February 12th, 2012 01:17 pmfurnaceface"Okay, everyone," Troy said, as the cast gathered. If he looked a little flushed, well. Maybe it was the heat in the theatre? It was a little warmer than usual. "So we're just about finished working through act one. Today, we'll cover from right after Sword of Damocles through to Lad and Garnet being sent off to bed, and then sit down and cover any questions anyone has so far."
"Yes," Jono echoed, frowning maybe just a touch moodily. "Cover. Please, do stay covered today."
He was entitled to his snits, damn it. He'd spent yesterday looking through Dite's catalogues, and was now trying like hell to not picture anyone in their costume. He didn't want that trauma this week.
Which was why he had a spray bottle in one hand. It was either that, or the rolled-up newspaper. He'd settled on the spray bottle, and he was not afraid to use it.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
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"Yes," Jono echoed, frowning maybe just a touch moodily. "Cover. Please, do stay covered today."
He was entitled to his snits, damn it. He'd spent yesterday looking through Dite's catalogues, and was now trying like hell to not picture anyone in their costume. He didn't want that trauma this week.
Which was why he had a spray bottle in one hand. It was either that, or the rolled-up newspaper. He'd settled on the spray bottle, and he was not afraid to use it.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
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The Boards, Thursday [Rehearsal]
Thursday, February 9th, 2012 02:01 amoncourtandstage.livejournal.comMost of the apricots had been removed by the time Thursday's rehearsal came around, but there was still a bowl piled high with the fruit alongside the usual pitchers of lemon water. … And a couple of boxes backstage if anyone wanted to take more.
Please take more.
"So, today we're going to work on Hoyt's introduction to start with," Troy explained, "which is the song Sweet Transvestite, and then work our way up through to Petey's big number, Sword of Damocles. This includes the part where Lad and Garnet are stripped down to their underwear -- but I think we'll hold off on that until we get a little further into rehearsals."
Yes. Stripped to their underwear. Troy really hoped that the cast knew what kind of show it was by now, but if they didn't...
"I reserve the right," Jono intoned, "to mock anybody who is surprised by that revelation by this point in rehearsals."
Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.
Troy laughed. "Yeah, what he said," he agreed. "So, before we get started, any questions?"
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Please take more.
"So, today we're going to work on Hoyt's introduction to start with," Troy explained, "which is the song Sweet Transvestite, and then work our way up through to Petey's big number, Sword of Damocles. This includes the part where Lad and Garnet are stripped down to their underwear -- but I think we'll hold off on that until we get a little further into rehearsals."
Yes. Stripped to their underwear. Troy really hoped that the cast knew what kind of show it was by now, but if they didn't...
"I reserve the right," Jono intoned, "to mock anybody who is surprised by that revelation by this point in rehearsals."
Because that was Jonothon's idea of useful input.
Troy laughed. "Yeah, what he said," he agreed. "So, before we get started, any questions?"
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The Boards, Sunday Evening [Rehearsal]
Sunday, February 5th, 2012 04:24 pmfurnacefaceWhen people arrived to the Boards for rehearsal today, they'd see that Jono had brought along... well, a measuring tape. You know. For reasons.
"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."
Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.
"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."
He was helpful like that.
"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."
He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.
[Open!]
"Today, we're going to get started by working our way through the first scenes of the script," he said, nodding to the group assembled. "That would be the wedding scene, Garnet and Lad on their way to the castle, and the Time Warp."
Because, so help him, he just wanted to get a start on the Time Warp.
"Any lines that belong to supporting characters will be handed to members of the chorus, which gives some of you an opportunity to speak at the wedding. And, for anyone who doesn't know, it's a jump to the left, and a step to the right."
He was helpful like that.
"I've also brought the measuring tape along, so that people can start taking measurements. Costumes for our lingerie roles will be supplied by Dite's, and we'll need those measurements in because some of them are going to need to be ordered in specially for the show."
He was looking at you, Herc. Guy.
[Open!]
The Boards, Thursday Evening (Petey Sci-Fi Rehearsal)
Thursday, February 2nd, 2012 02:33 amfurnacefaceAh, 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!]
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!]
Caritas- Tuesday
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012 06:09 pmthroughaphaseKitty was really, really regretting not coming in over the weekend.
Considering she was spending a lot of her shift saying things like, "Come on, tell me what you looked like! Are there pictures?", Tino was probably really wishing she hadn't come in tonight, either.
Considering she was spending a lot of her shift saying things like, "Come on, tell me what you looked like! Are there pictures?", Tino was probably really wishing she hadn't come in tonight, either.
Caritas, Sunday Evening
Sunday, January 29th, 2012 06:22 pmonepunchguy.livejournal.comGuy was still a woman as he arrived at work this evening. Because the island couldn't be nice and trim this crap down to one day, oh nooo. That would be too much.
Luckily Tino was in the same boat as him despite trying to go by Tina, his long lost sister.
"If you wanna get into a fight with Tiny over at the Devil's Nest..." Guy said, grinning as Tino went back to sulking about the change.
Drink Special
Wonder Woman
Luckily Tino was in the same boat as him despite trying to go by Tina, his long lost sister.
"If you wanna get into a fight with Tiny over at the Devil's Nest..." Guy said, grinning as Tino went back to sulking about the change.
Wonder Woman
The Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 28th
Saturday, January 28th, 2012 08:04 pmnookiepoweredBo was waaaay too smart to fall for the "Tiny drank it, therefore it's safe" trap this time. Or she would have been, if Tiny were actually here and trying it out on her.
Instead of Tiny, there was a woman looming beside the doorway who was incredibly tall, incredibly butch, and ... kind of cute in a terrifying way. There was a hand-lettered Hi, My Name Is sticker affixed to her impressively mountainous chest.
It said Tina.
It fooled no one.
Bo owed Tiny one or five, though, so she was keeping her mouth shut, enjoying the extra three inches of height her new boots afforded her, and finally filling out that damned OKStupid profile on her phone. For the LOLs.
"The first things people usually notice about me..."
Yeah, she looked down.
Then she looked across the bar.
"Depends. Is 'Tina' in the room?"
[Open like an open bar. Except for the part where the booze isn't free.]
Instead of Tiny, there was a woman looming beside the doorway who was incredibly tall, incredibly butch, and ... kind of cute in a terrifying way. There was a hand-lettered Hi, My Name Is sticker affixed to her impressively mountainous chest.
It said Tina.
It fooled no one.
Bo owed Tiny one or five, though, so she was keeping her mouth shut, enjoying the extra three inches of height her new boots afforded her, and finally filling out that damned OKStupid profile on her phone. For the LOLs.
"The first things people usually notice about me..."
Yeah, she looked down.
Then she looked across the bar.
"Depends. Is 'Tina' in the room?"
[Open like an open bar. Except for the part where the booze isn't free.]
The Boards, Thursday [Auditions!]
Thursday, January 26th, 2012 01:19 pmoncourtandstage.livejournal.comTroy bustled around the Boards, setting things up for this final round of auditions. Hopefully they'd get a few more guys out.
Troy wasn't really looking forward to wearing the gold shorts himself. ... Well, actually, that could be fun, but he'd really rather they found someone from the community for the last few male roles.
SPECIAL AUDITION
Looking for adults males
to audition for Petey Sci-Fi!
Special audition this today,
January 26th, 2012!
Troy wasn't really looking forward to wearing the gold shorts himself. ... Well, actually, that could be fun, but he'd really rather they found someone from the community for the last few male roles.
Looking for adults males
to audition for Petey Sci-Fi!
Special audition this today,
January 26th, 2012!
Caritas- Saturday
Saturday, January 7th, 2012 11:10 amthroughaphaseThe place was open tonight, and hopefully people had actually heard about or seen the signs for the Over 18 party. Otherwise... this was going to be lame, oops.
The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.
And there was a sign out.
PARTYGOERS GET THE FIRST ROUND FREE!
(Must be over 18)
Hello, incentive.
[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]
The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.
And there was a sign out.
(Must be over 18)
Hello, incentive.
[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]
Holiday Grove, Early Sunday Evening
Sunday, December 18th, 2011 07:38 pmshagthis.livejournal.comThe plan had involved Jake, and Bo, and a night of dancing and drinks and the sort of things that might follow dancing and drinks if you were, well. Jake and Bo.
Unfortunately for them, the plan kind of got off track when they'd ducked into that one store that sold holiday stuff due to a last-minute decorating emergency. And no, the problem hadn't been excessive crowds of holiday shoppers, but rather one confused gremlin who'd been separated from his bretheren due to a rather bossy little penguin herding him here. Confused, cranky (as if gremlins ever really weren't), and chompy. Which meant, well...
"YOU!" Saint Nicholas thundered from where he slouched on his throne, currently located near the checkout aisles of the Holiday Grove. "Bring me more eggnog!"
[ooc: oh god. so, so open.]
Unfortunately for them, the plan kind of got off track when they'd ducked into that one store that sold holiday stuff due to a last-minute decorating emergency. And no, the problem hadn't been excessive crowds of holiday shoppers, but rather one confused gremlin who'd been separated from his bretheren due to a rather bossy little penguin herding him here. Confused, cranky (as if gremlins ever really weren't), and chompy. Which meant, well...
"YOU!" Saint Nicholas thundered from where he slouched on his throne, currently located near the checkout aisles of the Holiday Grove. "Bring me more eggnog!"
[ooc: oh god. so, so open.]
Caritas: Friday Night
Friday, December 16th, 2011 09:45 pmredheadbabyvamp.livejournal.comFortunately, Fandom had been remembered back into existence after the sun had gone down, or Jessica would've been fairly crispy. As it was, she was psyched that everything seemed to be back to normal back in Louisiana -- with the exception of Sookie still being missing.
Maybe she'd go back and look for her. She'd do a better job than Bill, who just seemed resigned to the fact that she was gone for good. At least Eric hadn't given up, which was reason 57 he'd be a better daddy vamp than Bill.
Maybe she'd go back and look for her. She'd do a better job than Bill, who just seemed resigned to the fact that she was gone for good. At least Eric hadn't given up, which was reason 57 he'd be a better daddy vamp than Bill.
The Boards, Friday Evening [Performance!]
Friday, December 16th, 2011 01:14 pmoncourtandstage.livejournal.comThis 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!]
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!
[
Caritas- Tuesday
Tuesday, December 13th, 2011 05:30 pmthroughaphaseThere was some inventory in now, since shipments could actually get here, and Kitty was attempting to get the bar set up again. But she kept running into the same problem.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure I put that vodka here a second ago."
Tino tried to look innocent. It wasn't working.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure I put that vodka here a second ago."
Tino tried to look innocent. It wasn't working.
The Devil's Nest- Sunday
Sunday, December 11th, 2011 01:29 pminaskinnyway.livejournal.comSusan was late to work today, but somehow she doubted Eric would mind, thanks to the island not having been there not long ago. Besides, after helping to save the multiverse, most people would just take the day off. Susan only required time to change clothes.
There was even a special and everything.
DRINKS HALF OFF
See?
There was even a special and everything.
See?
In Fandom Town Down to the Gates of Fandom High, Friday Afternoon
Friday, December 9th, 2011 09:09 amnot-the-irs.livejournal.comNow 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. ]]
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. ]]
Emergency Town Meeting, Town Hall, Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, December 8th, 2011 11:53 ambigdamnprincipalFor 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. Herhandwavey 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!]
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
[OCD is up! Have at it!]
Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon
Monday, December 5th, 2011 01:36 pmglacial_queenThe 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.
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.
The Park, Sunday Early Evening
Sunday, December 4th, 2011 05:24 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comHercules was going to have his cake and eat it too. Metaphorically, at least. No, he was out to share the cake he'd baked, and also keep a vigilant watch for the evil Redditors who were out to destroy reality.
He'd show them an upvote they'd never forget!
So as it stood, Hercules was in full heroing garb (the modern-looking outfit with pants and belt pouches), standing near a picnic table which had a slightly lopsided chocolate cake sitting on it, with a serving knife, some paper plates, and even some plastic forks nearby. There was even a sign he'd put up saying 'Free Cake!'.
He just hoped it didn't start to rain.
[ooc: Open post! I am possibly procrastinating on homework.]
He'd show them an upvote they'd never forget!
So as it stood, Hercules was in full heroing garb (the modern-looking outfit with pants and belt pouches), standing near a picnic table which had a slightly lopsided chocolate cake sitting on it, with a serving knife, some paper plates, and even some plastic forks nearby. There was even a sign he'd put up saying 'Free Cake!'.
He just hoped it didn't start to rain.
[ooc: Open post! I am possibly procrastinating on homework.]
The Perk, Tuesday Evening
Tuesday, November 29th, 2011 05:35 pmlegion-we-are.livejournal.comIt wasn't tea that Myria had in front of her this time around. No, it was some sort of ground bean with hot water poured over it.
Not that she was going to touch it, of course. It was more to blend in with the humans of the island. Plus, it smelled. How these creatures could consume anything was beyond her. It all seemed rather messy.
She found herself tapping her fingers against the cup, watching out the window. The strange things a body found itself doing.
[[Open!]]
Not that she was going to touch it, of course. It was more to blend in with the humans of the island. Plus, it smelled. How these creatures could consume anything was beyond her. It all seemed rather messy.
She found herself tapping her fingers against the cup, watching out the window. The strange things a body found itself doing.
[[Open!]]
Caritas- Tuesday
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011 06:29 pmthroughaphaseWhile the island at large might have been having a few big problems, Kitty was having a much smaller, yet still annoying one. Namely, that it was her first day of work, she was still figuring things out, and Tino was answering all of her questions with attitude.
"For the last time, I never even agreed with Wallace when he called you deformed," she sighed for what must have been the fourth time.
Apparently Tino cared not.
"For the last time, I never even agreed with Wallace when he called you deformed," she sighed for what must have been the fourth time.
Apparently Tino cared not.
The Perk- early Thursday afternoon
Thursday, October 27th, 2011 12:32 pmalso-audrey.livejournal.comToday required coffee, and a lot of it. How Audrey managed surviving on the stuff she had at home was beyond her, but today there was going to be a trip to the coffee place in town. So she got there, placed her order, the barista went in back to get something before she could make Audrey's drink...
...and Audrey was still waiting.
"Hello?" she called, leaning over the counter in case she could see where the barista had gone.
[I have little to no work and my boss is ignoring me. Guess what, open post!]
...and Audrey was still waiting.
"Hello?" she called, leaning over the counter in case she could see where the barista had gone.
[I have little to no work and my boss is ignoring me. Guess what, open post!]
Homecoming Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening | Post II
Saturday, October 22nd, 2011 05:26 pmpuppywithatutu.livejournal.comThe glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!
Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!
[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]
[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]
The Park, Sunday Evening
Sunday, October 16th, 2011 07:47 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comHercules had arrived at the Causeway via Portalocity, covered in sweat and a few bandaged wounds. He did not feel entirely well leaving Manhattan behind, but he knew that he had commitments here, as well. But the legions of new Ares worshipers would taste his steel soon enough. And he had new friends that he would need to visit, as well.
Instead of heading to his apartment like a sane person, instead the former-demigod instead had bought a six-pack of Lionshead Lager and settled into a park bench to drink. As you do. He popped open a can and raised it to the heavens.
"To those who have fallen, to those who fight, and most importantly, to those who believe in what is right."
He snickered into the lip of the can as he took a sip. "I did not mean to rhyme."
[ooc: Open park, open post.]
Instead of heading to his apartment like a sane person, instead the former-demigod instead had bought a six-pack of Lionshead Lager and settled into a park bench to drink. As you do. He popped open a can and raised it to the heavens.
"To those who have fallen, to those who fight, and most importantly, to those who believe in what is right."
He snickered into the lip of the can as he took a sip. "I did not mean to rhyme."
[ooc: Open park, open post.]
The Causeway, Monday Morning
Monday, October 10th, 2011 06:50 amlockesthewayIt was a decent fall day, not too cold and, for the moment, not too wet either. Those Fandomites headed for Canada met up on the causeway, where soon they'd be taking their Portalocity jaunt to Newfoundland. With any luck, they wouldn't have too many strange connections, either.
But that was a thing for very soon, and gathering up - large piles of luggage and all - was for now. Those leaving had been warned to take work clothes as well as vacation clothes. And to pack warm, of course: this wasn't Hawaii they were headed to this time.
[[ gather up your things! get ready! post is open! ]]
But that was a thing for very soon, and gathering up - large piles of luggage and all - was for now. Those leaving had been warned to take work clothes as well as vacation clothes. And to pack warm, of course: this wasn't Hawaii they were headed to this time.
[[ gather up your things! get ready! post is open! ]]
Caritas, Thursday evening (10/6)
Thursday, October 6th, 2011 05:48 pmregretiz4suckas.livejournal.comIt was a laid-back kind of night. So Kenzi wasn't forcing the zombies to play any particular kind of music this evening.
She did, however, have a sign up that said: EXPERIMENTAL JELL-O SHOTS: $2. No matter how bad an idea that was.
She did, however, have a sign up that said: EXPERIMENTAL JELL-O SHOTS: $2. No matter how bad an idea that was.
The Rocky Bits, Saturday Morning
Saturday, October 1st, 2011 12:54 pmglacial_queen"I hate you," Karla sulked, nevertheless holding her stick up in the guard position. "Hate hate hate hatedy hate."
"Now, now, witchling," Lucivar said, a large grin splitting his face, "but sweet talk isn't going to get you out of sparring practice."
It was early, long before breakfast or showers or even coffee. Not that it was possible to tell that from Lucivar's demeanor. He was disgustingly bright-eyed and energetic, twirling his sticks as he prowled around, keeping an eye out for holes in her defenses. It was Lucivar's rule: whenever he and Karla were in the same place, sparring practice had to occur.
Before breakfast. Because no one wanted to dance around in that if someone got poked too hard in the belly.
"How much longer are we doing this?" Karlawhined asked calmly and reasonably.
"Until I say you're done," Lucivar replied, swinging his stick towards her legs. "There's all that muscle you need to rebuild after all. Interested in talking about what happened instead?"
Karla blocked his swing and kept her mouth in a grim line. And maybe hoped for other people to show up to foist Lucivar off onto them.
[Open for everyone, participants and spectators alike.]
"Now, now, witchling," Lucivar said, a large grin splitting his face, "but sweet talk isn't going to get you out of sparring practice."
It was early, long before breakfast or showers or even coffee. Not that it was possible to tell that from Lucivar's demeanor. He was disgustingly bright-eyed and energetic, twirling his sticks as he prowled around, keeping an eye out for holes in her defenses. It was Lucivar's rule: whenever he and Karla were in the same place, sparring practice had to occur.
Before breakfast. Because no one wanted to dance around in that if someone got poked too hard in the belly.
"How much longer are we doing this?" Karla
"Until I say you're done," Lucivar replied, swinging his stick towards her legs. "There's all that muscle you need to rebuild after all. Interested in talking about what happened instead?"
Karla blocked his swing and kept her mouth in a grim line. And maybe hoped for other people to show up to foist Lucivar off onto them.
[Open for everyone, participants and spectators alike.]
The Park, Thursday Late Evening
Thursday, September 29th, 2011 09:55 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comHercules was simply strolling the park when something very... peculiar happened.
A voice cried out, though he could tell it was not coming from the park.
"Hercules," said the voice. "Unconquered Hercules! God of heroes! Hear our prayers! The worshipers of Ares walk the land! We need your strength, your invulnerability, more than ever! A great fear is coming! And they will use it to usher in a new dark age!"
The voice was in his head. Which was rather a new thing for mortal Hercules. And so he stumbled, and he fell against a park bench to get his bearings.
He had worshipers of his own, and they were asking for his help. But... where were they?
[ooc: Open post, if you want to talk to a startled Herc in the park!]
A voice cried out, though he could tell it was not coming from the park.
"Hercules," said the voice. "Unconquered Hercules! God of heroes! Hear our prayers! The worshipers of Ares walk the land! We need your strength, your invulnerability, more than ever! A great fear is coming! And they will use it to usher in a new dark age!"
The voice was in his head. Which was rather a new thing for mortal Hercules. And so he stumbled, and he fell against a park bench to get his bearings.
He had worshipers of his own, and they were asking for his help. But... where were they?
[ooc: Open post, if you want to talk to a startled Herc in the park!]
Devil's Nest [evening]
Monday, September 26th, 2011 07:28 pmcapt-maxfactor.livejournal.comJack actually had to be on time for his shifts now that the sun was setting at a more reasonable time.
Stupid sun. He'd liked that half-hour of leeway he'd had before Eric had woken up.
Jack was behind the bar learning how to toss bottles of booze like that Tom Cruise movie.
Tiny was hiding.
The Devil's Nest was open!
Stupid sun. He'd liked that half-hour of leeway he'd had before Eric had woken up.
Jack was behind the bar learning how to toss bottles of booze like that Tom Cruise movie.
Tiny was hiding.
The Devil's Nest was open!
Caritas - Saturday evening after 3MD [Open]
Saturday, September 17th, 2011 01:05 pmbluth-illusions.livejournal.comOnce the dates were over, GOB made his way back toward the bar and started bossing Tino around, just like old times. "Okay, let's show everyone how a real pro tends bar. Tino! Get me another scotch!" Yep. A real pro made Tino do all the work. These were tricks you never forgot, even years after leaving the bar business.
[OOC: For your post-3MD conversations and/or hookups or whatever! Or for people who were just waiting until after the dates to get a damn beer!]
[OOC: For your post-3MD conversations and/or hookups or whatever! Or for people who were just waiting until after the dates to get a damn beer!]
Three Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night
Friday, September 16th, 2011 09:15 pmbluth-illusions.livejournal.comA sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.
That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hoursbecause GOB just posted bail in Lexington Park for solicitation last night so it could better help sunlight-adverse residents of Fandom find true love as well. Anyone who came to the bar at the normal time were free to keep drinking to help them loosen up for the dates until just before 8:00...
The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."
The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.
"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."
[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]
[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.
Epic OCD isbeginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done UP! Have fun!
If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.
Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.
A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up on Saturday.]
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.
That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hours
The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."
The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.
"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."
[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]
[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.
Epic OCD is
If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.
Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.
A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up on Saturday.]
By the Lighthouse, Sunday Afternoon
Sunday, September 11th, 2011 02:11 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comHerculio had come to the lighthouse to mourn for the loss of his luchadore career, and also his wife who had been trampled to death by a wild horse.
As he approached the door of the lighthouse, he tripped on a rock and skinned his knee. Herculio clutched at his wounded appendage with one arm, and shook his other fist in the air. Two perfect tears formed in each of his eyes, in honor of the terrible boo-boo that had befallen him. He cursed to high heaven, and then with a hearty dose of manliness let out a terrible cry.
"Pooooooooooooor Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue???" he cried, his lungs having quite the capacity for long, shouted outcries.
[ooc: Open post, forewarning that Herc can only speak inbadly Babelfished Spanish.]
As he approached the door of the lighthouse, he tripped on a rock and skinned his knee. Herculio clutched at his wounded appendage with one arm, and shook his other fist in the air. Two perfect tears formed in each of his eyes, in honor of the terrible boo-boo that had befallen him. He cursed to high heaven, and then with a hearty dose of manliness let out a terrible cry.
"Pooooooooooooor Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue???" he cried, his lungs having quite the capacity for long, shouted outcries.
[ooc: Open post, forewarning that Herc can only speak in
Streets of Fandom, Late Saturday
Saturday, September 10th, 2011 10:59 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comWith a flare of flamenco guitar, there was Herculio, bronzed muscles glinting in the moonlight. He wore nothing but a pair of green trunks, a luchadore mask clenched in his fist. He was disgraced, no longer the mighty warrior of the squared circle he once was.
He dropped to his knees in the streets and howled at the stars.
"Espero que no se arrastre mi gemelo malvado su salida de eso pozo que descargamos su cuerpo adentro. Para la esta noche deseo ser solo con mi dolor profundo y el sufrimiento en la pérdida de mi esposa querida que fue funcionada con encima por un caballo!" he shouted, a single perfect tear glinting on his bronzed cheek.
[ooc: Open post, and my apologies to anyone who speaks Spanish for Herc's Babel-fished Telenovella dialog.]
He dropped to his knees in the streets and howled at the stars.
"Espero que no se arrastre mi gemelo malvado su salida de eso pozo que descargamos su cuerpo adentro. Para la esta noche deseo ser solo con mi dolor profundo y el sufrimiento en la pérdida de mi esposa querida que fue funcionada con encima por un caballo!" he shouted, a single perfect tear glinting on his bronzed cheek.
[ooc: Open post, and my apologies to anyone who speaks Spanish for Herc's Babel-fished Telenovella dialog.]
Devil's Nest [Thursday evening]
Thursday, September 8th, 2011 10:11 amcapt-maxfactor.livejournal.comThe DJ was cranking the music tonight, but you could hear Jack's anguished cry even over that as he came in for another shift:
"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"
Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.
"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"
Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.
The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
Wednesday, August 31st, 2011 08:13 pmredheadbabyvamp.livejournal.comJessica had gone shopping on the mainland the night before, and she'd scored some Vamp nail polish from Chanel (and the matching lipstick, of course). It was a moral imperative she buy it, but she'd hadn't had time to do her nails before getting home. So now as she sat by the door to the club, she carefully painted her nails. So sorry about the fumes.
Caritas, Thursday, 8/25
Thursday, August 25th, 2011 03:26 pmregretiz4suckas.livejournal.com"Hey!" There was no one behind the bar. Tino was outside on a 'smoke' break. "I want to be served."
No one seemed inclined to help Kenzi out with that. She frowned. Then climbed up on the bar and dropped onto the other side, helping herself to a bottle of rum. One of the zombies might have been looking in her direction. "What are you looking at?"
The eye wandered away hastily.
Caritas is open! And there is a small hyper person handing out alcohol. And possibly overcharging you, if she doesn't give the booze to you for free.
[ooc: Kenzi will be a new bartender next week. This week, she's just amusing herself. I'll be home to pick up pings in 2 hours. ]
No one seemed inclined to help Kenzi out with that. She frowned. Then climbed up on the bar and dropped onto the other side, helping herself to a bottle of rum. One of the zombies might have been looking in her direction. "What are you looking at?"
The eye wandered away hastily.
Caritas is open! And there is a small hyper person handing out alcohol. And possibly overcharging you, if she doesn't give the booze to you for free.
[ooc: Kenzi will be a new bartender next week. This week, she's just amusing herself. I'll be home to pick up pings in 2 hours. ]
The Perk- Wednesday evening
Wednesday, August 17th, 2011 06:06 pmsolo_swordJaina still didn't know exactly what her plan was for being here yet, but she felt more herself than she did yesterday and it was easy to sink into routine when she was here. She thought this meant that coming back, even for a few days, was a good idea. So with some free time and a refusal to spend any more time cooped up by herself than she had to, she headed to the Perk for a while.
Her datapad in front of her, she was trying to figure out how to respond back to Zekk, or whether she should at all. She'd sent a message this morning just saying that she was all right, without saying where she was for plausible deniability reasons. In her mind, actually getting in touch with someone after taking off meant that she'd maybe grown as a person since the last time she did it. A year ago.
[Totally open!]
Her datapad in front of her, she was trying to figure out how to respond back to Zekk, or whether she should at all. She'd sent a message this morning just saying that she was all right, without saying where she was for plausible deniability reasons. In her mind, actually getting in touch with someone after taking off meant that she'd maybe grown as a person since the last time she did it. A year ago.
[Totally open!]
Caritas | Wednesday
Wednesday, August 17th, 2011 04:57 pmtripledmyself.livejournal.comThere were things coming up that Nathan didn't want to think about. He still liked to deny that he had feelings because that meant he was still the blackhearted sonofabitch he'd been when he'd shown up to the island. He couldn't let people know he'd grown a heart and maybe had a squishy underside.
Tino was out near the stage, sweeping and not bothering anyone which made him a prime fucking target for Nathan's bottle caps. He'd made it into a game: ten points if he hit him in the head, five for the shoulder and a shot if he missed Tino entirely.
It was safe to say Nathan was gonna be pretty fucking drunk by the end of the night.
Tino was out near the stage, sweeping and not bothering anyone which made him a prime fucking target for Nathan's bottle caps. He'd made it into a game: ten points if he hit him in the head, five for the shoulder and a shot if he missed Tino entirely.
It was safe to say Nathan was gonna be pretty fucking drunk by the end of the night.
The Park, Late Saturday Night
Saturday, August 13th, 2011 10:36 pmolympian-herc.livejournal.comHercules wasn't drunk. He wasn't high. He wasn't intoxicated, inebriated, or under the influence of anything.
So why was he sitting under a tree, strumming a lyre and singing about smashing a supervillian in the face? Because he'sthe Zeusdamn Hercules, that's why.
"I did smash him, smash him, smash him in the faaaaaaace," he sang, his vocal quality actually quite good.
He'd even teach you the chorus if you stopped by.
[ooc: idek. Open post, bored player!]
So why was he sitting under a tree, strumming a lyre and singing about smashing a supervillian in the face? Because he's
"I did smash him, smash him, smash him in the faaaaaaace," he sang, his vocal quality actually quite good.
He'd even teach you the chorus if you stopped by.
[ooc: idek. Open post, bored player!]
By the Campgrounds, Saturday
Saturday, August 6th, 2011 04:56 pmlockesthewayThe blasted heath might be trying to devour the entire island, but it still hailed from one focal point. The campgrounds, now grey and full of ashes, held the source of the taint. A rock, so strangely hued, so alien-looking. The fissure it was in produced bubbles now under the last rays of the sun, sending the water trembling.
It was time to do something about it.
It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.
That was the plan.
But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.
Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.
[[ this is your finale post, folks!hold on for the ocd up, NPCs and crazy PCs here. ]]
It was time to do something about it.
It would take work to draw all the grey out of the land, but concentrated effort might do it. After that, removing the rock might work - at least if the professors of Miskatonic University were right.
That was the plan.
But there were monsters on the horizon, playing and eating around the blasted heath, and they would not take any of this lightly.
Be ready, Fandom. It’s going to be a long day.
[[ this is your finale post, folks!
The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
Wednesday, July 13th, 2011 09:11 pmredheadbabyvamp.livejournal.comJessica was elated not to be a pony anymore, and she'd celebrated by glamoring a regency lady she'd run into on the way to the Devil's Nest and having a few sips of her blood, just enough to take the edge off her cravings. "You go find someplace to sit down for awhile," she said when she was done. "And drink lots of water. And don't lift anything heavy for awhile, OK?"
See, she was a responsible vampire. Sort of.
See, she was a responsible vampire. Sort of.
The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening
Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 04:30 pmicecoldfrostOf course Emma had skipped the newbie weekend. She had a player who was afk graduated and had important things to do in the city, before she was living there full time. Besides, the fireworks in NYC were fabulous.
Since it was her night to work, she had wandered back just before opening. It was entirely possible that a particular little telepath had stayed up far too late, as she found all the fervent 'Americana' funny, especially since she knew exactly how patriotic so many of the revelers were.
The Devil's Nest was open, and tonight Emma was handing out glow-sticks, since sparklers were a Bad Plan.
Since it was her night to work, she had wandered back just before opening. It was entirely possible that a particular little telepath had stayed up far too late, as she found all the fervent 'Americana' funny, especially since she knew exactly how patriotic so many of the revelers were.
The Devil's Nest was open, and tonight Emma was handing out glow-sticks, since sparklers were a Bad Plan.