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So, that had been another *interesting* Wednesday in the park. As Dwight unlocked the door to the shop, he brushed as many of the sprinkles and as much of the powdered sugar off his shirt as he could before walking into the shop (didn't want to turn the entire place into a sticky mess if he could help it).

With the poor sugar coated shirt off and tossed in the washing machine downstairs, he looked down and sighed. Great, even the UMF suit Miguel had given him was full of sugar and sprinkles. Well... it was supposed to be nearly indestructible, so hopefully a wash and dry wouldn't destroy it. And so, into the wash it went as well.

"Well, might as well be a little productive..." Dwight mused as he started organizing the shelves and work area that has gotten quite messy over the last few weeks. He wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so didn't bother pulling another shirt on as he worked.

As he got to work he realized he still had a bit of icing on his hands from the damned doughnuts. "That's... odd...." he said as he licked the icing off and stopped, a strange but familiar taste registering as he gave another lick. "They make gunpowder flavored doughnuts at this place????"

[OOC: Open for all- even if hes oblivious to anyone wanting to swing by]

always_someone

Norman walked into the Magic Box and was immediately accosted by the cerberus puppy. Who... smelled faintly of banana, Norman thought, which was... weird. But okay. He settled in for his shift behind the counter, and was only there for about ten minutes before the puppy trotted up to him, holding a solid chunk of chrysoberyl in one of its mouths that was...

... Shaped like a banana.

Norman squinted at it.

"Was... was that one of the crystal spheres?" They hadn't had much chrysoberyl in stock, after all. The pup deposited it on the floor, barked in triplicate, and then gave a happy trot around the shop again. This time Norman watched him go, sniffing at this and that. A candle with banana-shaped etchings. A book of banana recipes sitting on the ancient tomes shelf. No few crystal wands and orbs, all shaped like bananas. The walls still had the slightest hint of banana-shaped spots on them.

Norman wasn't even sure what to do with this. He just kind of stood there and stared for a good portion of the morning, until a customer came in to buy some incense.

It was banana scented.

[OOC: Open, but with probably work-related SP.]

nuclear_snide

Bob was the same size as usual today. Not that it made much of a difference.

He did nose around until he found a few things, then wrote outside, close to the ground:

25% off shrinking potions! Use them on your clothes!

Sometimes it was all about the little things in life.

The Magic Box was open!

biotic_psychotic

Jack was exploring. She'd sauntered around the town itself to familiarize herself with the shops and services and parks but there was only so much of the adorably European architecture that she could handle without turning into a walking vomit bomb. Heading to the fringes seemed to be a good plan. Get some space, look at the water, give her head a chance to clear. Time to think and some nice empty scenery in which to think.

The lighthouse was also an iconic testament standing on the shore. Pursing her lips, she regarded it and then shrugged. "Yeah, ok. I won't be able to see it from the top anyway."

Was access to the stairs locked? Did she care? They hadn't made the lock she couldn't crack. Sometimes even without damaging the door. Jack headed up the stairs to the lantern room. There was a catwalk outside but the wind at the shore level had been cold so she imagined it'd be plain nasty at this height. Staying inside seemed a better idea. The windowsills were made to be sat on anyway. Whether that was the purpose of the design held no interest for her. They were big enough to fit her butt and even let her turn sideways so she could rest her back against the side and bring a knee up to loop her arms over.

Jack glanced down at herself and imagined the picture she was presenting. 'Scary Bitch Gazes Out A Window In A Moment Of Reflective Contemplation'. The very idea of it made her snort an indelicate laugh.

Yeah, right. It was a nice view though. She really could get used to the view. The sky was calm and overcast but the water was choppy. Dark waves broken into whitecaps on the rocks. The splashing, rushing noise a muted metronome to break the silence. It suited her.

[Open]

nuclear_snide

Nothing was going on today in the Magic Box that shouldn't be, so Bob was spending his time...eyeing things suspiciously, mostly. He didn't trust it.

When he wasn't doing that, he was making notes in a book - well, sort of in it. They hovered over each page, but he'd gotten them to stick with the proper pages. There were some useful things in here for a budding wizard, and Bob felt he'd been rather remiss on some of the theory Norman might need to know.

Also he was bored and loved commenting on spells.

The Magic Box was open!

nuclear_snide

Were there new people on the island? What did Bob care?

Well, yes, he was spying on them all already, but beside that.

He was spending his day at the shop today scowling down at the latest demon that had been irresponsibly summoned here. So what if it was a puppy? Well, at least it couldn't shed on him.

He grudgingly drew glowing golden letters in the window: 20% off for new arrivals! And below it, Now hiring.

The Magic Box was open!

nuclear_snide

The books today were in fine form.

If by "fine form" you meant "dashing all over the place like they'd had too much caffeine or sugar".

Bob did not. He spent the start of the day trying to chase them, then the next part yelling at them to calm down, then the rest of it just giving up on physicality and scowling from an invisible point just above the counter. If anybody needed him, he could show up. Maybe.

The Magic Box was open! Mind the books.

always_someone

Norman came in to the Magic Box to find most of Nina's attempts at summoning circles still on the floor.

He stared at them for a few minutes, kind of stunned. And then glanced suspiciously at the books, who were sitting on the shelves, playing innocent.

And then he went to get something to wipe them off the floor with.

At the very first smudge of the cloth against the summoning circle, there was a bright glow of greenish light, and then, standing before Norman, teeth glistening, inky black coat so sleek it seemed to swallow the light itself, and six intense dark eyes staring directly at him, there was--

--- The most adorable three-headed teeny tiny baby puppy he'd ever beheld. It barked. They barked? There was barking involved. And then, while one of the heads clearly wanted to come over and say hello to Norman and gave its tail a wag, the other two heads really, really wanted to actually chase that tail.

In opposite directions.

"Oh my god."

This was not something that Norman had expected from his day, no.

At least the rest of the cleanup had gone smoothly, without further incident. Mostly. Apparently the puppy wasn't (weren't?) quite housebroken yet.

[OOC: The Week Of Puppy continues, dangit! Open!]

nuclear_snide

Bob was horrified at the chalked summoning circles on the floor, and spent some time railing at the books about it until he believed they were suitably cowed. "Honestly, you should know better! How many stories in you are about all the dangers of this sort of thing?"

He grumpily scrawled in golden writing in the window, Half off everything if you clean the floor!

The Magic Box was open!

nuclear_snide

Bob looked suspiciously out the window and wondered if he could get away with a "no kids allowed" sign.

But given one of those was Norman... Bob sighed. Fine.

The sign in the window simply said, "Open".

Bob didn't know what to do with children, but the Magic Box was open!

nuclear_snide

The crystals and books were behaving today. The incense was standing up straight. The more magical ingredients were refreshingly non-animate.

Bob was suspicious, but there wasn't very much he could do about it, after all, so as long as they were behaving, he'd leave them to it.

The Magic Box was open ~~and OCD-free~~!

nuclear_snide

Well, last night had been a bit of a bust, so Bob was tempted to be grumpy(er than usual). On the other hand, he had at least met some new people, so it hadn't been a total loss.

He briefly considered doing a special on love potions today, but they were really so questionable.

He looked around for what else might be viable, eventually sighed, and wrote in glowing letters in the window, Sorry about what you did last night? Half off short-term amnesia potions! (Must consume in store.)

There. That should do it.

The Magic Box was open (and OCD free)!

sharp_man

Anybody walking past Caritas would have spotted a sign out front:

Caritas presents:
THREE-MINUTE DATES

It was written in a calligraphy that was decidedly at odds with the fact that it was done in neon marker on a bar sign.

Inside, tables had been set up throughout the bar, with little candles just a shade nicer than they probably should have been on each one. The zombies were wearing pinstripes (except for the drummer, who was inexplicably wearing a bowtie) and playing their way through a collection of swing music. On the bar were an assortment of snacks, mostly nice cheeses and crudités, with slices of good, crusty baguette.

At eight o'clock sharp, Hannibal took to the stage in front of the band and nodded to the assorted guests. He was dressed in a lovely burgundy and red plaid three-piece suit with a pink shirt and blue paisley tie and pocket square. Somehow, it worked on him.

"Welcome to Caritas this evening, and thank you to the staff for hosting us. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and tonight we are hosting three-minute dates. I hope that many of you will be participating. I am obliged on behalf of myself and this establishment to advise you that we are not liable for any inconvenience or damage you may incur. Hopefully those will both be kept to a minimum, however. Rude behavior is frowned upon." That was a mild but serious look he was giving you all preemptively.

"This is an opportunity for you to meet and make friends, and perhaps spark something more. It will work like this: I will announce pairs of people. You will go to the tables indicated and meet, and you will have three minutes to introduce yourselves and do whatever you like, within the bounds of legality and public decency. Then the band here," he gestured at the zombies, "will begin to play, and you will wrap things up before I announce the next pairings. You will each have five dates. Should you wish to spend more time together, the bar will remain open afterward, and we encourage you to remain and mingle."

He smiled and spread his hands. "Please, enjoy."

[Each date is five comments per person; if you need one or two to wrap things up, that's cool, too, but keep it short in the spirit of things. Regular bar post for post-3MD mingling should be up Saturday, but this is going up early for great timezone justice.]

~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up! Have at!

nuclear_snide

It was Halloween, and Bob felt he probably should have anticipated this.

The crystals and tiny icons were prancing about making spooky noises. A few of them had found a silk scarf and were pretending to wear it and be a ghost.

"Honestly, that's just offensive," he told them.

They didn't seem to care.

[Open store, no OCD!]

nuclear_snide

So Homecoming was going on. Bob had checked last night, and there wasn't anybody he particularly wanted to see, so he was just here in the Magic Box as usual. It wasn't as though he had any other reason to go to a brunch.

He managed to write in glowing gold letters in the window, 25% off for alumni!, just in case.

[Open store, no OCD!]

nuclear_snide

With the school gone all week, it had been wonderfully relaxing. And dreadfully boring.

Ah, well. They were coming back, so Bob had done his best. There were glowing golden letters in the window proclaiming, "All Greek icons and statuettes discounted!"

Just in case anybody hadn't gotten enough yet.

The Magic Box was open!

[Open post, no OCD!]

nuclear_snide

There were dead people around the island. More than usual. So what? Apart from being a bit jealous Winifred hadn't chosen to show up again, it didn't affect Bob at all. At least the books were behaving.

The crystals, on the other hand, had taken it upon themselves to rearrange every so often into different configurations. Pretty ones, rather than useful ones.

Bob gave them a side-eye. "Oh, lovely, our own little cheerleaders."

The Magic Box was open!

[Open post, no OCD!]

nuclear_snide

Bob was still here.

There were still books in the middle of the floor, because it wasn't like he could pick them up.

Maybe if a customer wanted to help with that, he'd give them a discount.

The Magic Box was open!

[Open post, no OCD!]

bookbeltof_love

"Oh my gosh--what happened to you?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!"

It was probably a good thing that the peanut butter jelly demon didn't have actual ears when Nina caught sight of it because her voice hit a register that most peoples never did as she stared, aghast, at the small cutie that was no longer pink.

It burbled happily at her.

This was the worst way to start a new job! The worst!

"Like, now I have to figure out how to fix you?????" Nina complained as the jelly demon bumped her elbow comfortingly. "And, like, I don't even know how magic works in this world??????? And small geeky guy," she knew his name but psh, whatever, "wasn't even sure how you came to exist in the first place!!!!!!"

The Magic Box is Open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[And OCD free! Also, it's snowing where I am. Sigh.]

nuclear_snide

There was a thing going on in the park today, and Bob had no intention of staying behind a desk when he could be out ~~bothering~~ meeting people.

He made sure the shop was in order - not that he could do anything if it weren't, but he'd let Norman know - then wrote in gold letters in front of the door, Gone to the park. Come there if you need help. and headed off.

always_someone

Today, the Magic Box was continuing the trend of being... really, really slow.

Which was fine, as far as Norman was concerned. It meant he had time to do some actual tidying, put out some new stock, take the wizard hat away from the mouse again, put the tiny jelly demon to work scrubbing the floors instead, do some inventory, place some orders, put together some stuff for the booth for Sunday's Job Fair...

Usual Tuesday things.

The Magic Box is open!

[Open!]

nuclear_snide

The books and goods were behaving today - anyone stopping by for the first time would never know that this was anything other than a regular shop with things on the shelves that would never dream of...well, that would never dream of anything, for a start.

Bob was dreadfully bored.

So he was going through the useful books and seeing what might be useful for Norman to learn, and sighing over the fact he'd offered to stay in this place one day a week.

The Magic Box was open!

[No OCD!]

nuclear_snide

The shop today should have been quiet. Bob had been looking forward to it.

Instead, the nonsense books were engaging in an equally nonsense and very intricate ceremony.

So instead of having a quiet day of researching, Bob was engaging in snide mockery.

"Oh, please. Even if that did work, you'd end up with a dead flower."

Still not a bad day.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

nuclear_snide

The week had been...a week, more or less. The books were all marked, and now Bob was making his way through the rest of the store. Not quite the same way - whether a metal bowl was useful or garbage depended entirely on what you were doing with it, after all - but rather seeing what they had, and (thankfully rarely) marking things "DO NOT SELL UNDER ANY CONDITIONS". Some things really didn't need to be available to the general public.

But the Magic Box was open!

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

always_someone

Norman walked into the Magic Box, not entirely certain what to expect. Between the shop's occasional shenanigans and the fact that Bob was kind of using this place as his own personal haunt, pretty much anything could be going on in there, after all.

Mostly what Norman found were some books that had been labelled according to their usefulness, which meant that his morning was spent sorting them according to those labels, actually setting the decent ones to the side so that he could flip through them and see if any of the theory would do him any good.

The ones that Bob had marked as 'utter trash' were being set aside, too. Entirely because Norman wanted to see if he could buck any stupid ideas about magic after flipping through them.

They were all still on display in case customers came in wanting to pick up actual educational material or a stupid hobby that wouldn't actually lead to anything, because he was running a business here. But it was possible that the ones that Bob had marked simply as 'amusing' were out front and center for a bit, at least until Norman could take a peek at the other two categories for himself.

[OOC: Open!]

nuclear_snide

So, today was the day Bob had agreed to look after the shop in exchange for using it as a base of sorts.

He looked around it.

Well, now what? He couldn't exactly clean. He looked over the books there and began working his way through reading them, marking them with little glowing runes on the side as "useful", "amusing", or "utter trash".

And since signs seemed to be a thing, he wrote in glowing gold text in the window:

WELCOME
New students half off if you can amuse the shopkeeper

Well, why not?

always_someone

Norman came to work, once again, pretty much braced for anything. Working here kind of had that way about it, after all, and seeing as he was generally already pretty used to the unusual anyway, it wasn't too much of a stretch to wrap his head around working in a shop that randomly turned him into weird animals or occasionally got in shipments of live monkeys instead of just the paws.

Not that he'd ordered the paws that one time, either.

Today's little bit of Magic Box whimsy wasn't even immediately apparent until Norman started cleaning. Every time he ran a broom or a cloth over a surface, the counter or floor that he'd just touched would glow bright blue for a second, and then put off a little burst of bubbles that would drift around the room and then pop after a few moments. Overall, the effect was harmless and actually kind of pretty, and turned out to be a pretty good incentive to keep cleaning the place up just that little bit more thoroughly than usual.

[OOC: Open!]

fh_spareparts

People were disappearing.

The woods had turned into a strange hybrid of bright green leaves and dark brambles made of shadows.

Clearly there was a connection there.

And while passing through the barrier itself seemed impossible, maybe there was a clue laying somewhere along the forest's edge...

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! team detective, this is your post. ]]

always_someone

So, this was life at the Magic Box without Jenkins.

Norman sighed as he walked in for his shift today. There was another shipment of new stock in, and he was going to have to check it over for dangerous items, label it, price it, and put it either out on the shelves or into a safe place in the back room just in case...

He pulled out the packing slip and squinted at it.

"One hundred percent sustainably sourced, non-GMO, cruelty-free monkey paws?" He squinted even more. "How does that even work?"

He got his answer when he opened the box and was immediately tackled by a dozen squirrel monkeys.

Oh.

[OOC: ... Idek. Open with work slowplay caveat!]

uncertain_dume

Kanan had made a grave mistake today. Kanan had wandered out beyond the Causeway, had actually explored some of the planet out beyond Fandom that morning. It had been pleasant. Uncomfortably pleasant. Aggressively pleasant. So pleasant that it had left him with sore eyes and a bit of a tic in one of the muscles in his cheek. Not to mention the three technicolor dogs, the flying kitten, and the smiling white bear with a purple penguin on its shoulders that had attempted to follow him back to the island. He'd managed to lose the bear and the penguin when they got distracted by the flamingos on Doctor Lecter's front lawn, and the flying kitten and two of the dogs had pranced off to play when Kanan had ducked into the Perk to get something to drink.

Tea, today. Some kind of herbal thing with no caffeine whatsoever, to the barista's wide-eyed bemusement.

Which left Kanan with just one puppy, prancing along behind him as he made his way into the park, found a quiet spot on the lawn, and sat himself down, setting his tea down nearby.

The puppy sat down on the other side.

"I'm not keeping you," he stated, squinting down at the pup who was looking expectantly back up at him, all white fur with rainbow dalmation spots, giving his tail a wag. "You can't stay. I'm going to close my eyes, and I'm going to meditate, and when I'm done meditating, you'll have left, deal?"

The puppy watched as Kanan closed his eyes. And then laid himself down for a nap, flopping his little body so that he was resting solidly against the man's hip.

Kanan sighed.

[OOC: We're too damn efficient and I've been granted a five day weekend from the animation mines because we finished everything before WB gave us more work to do. Save me from myself, please.]

not_every_mage

( And another element of harmony is found. )

[OOC: Another establishy post, yup!]

nuclear_snide

( In which a ghost meets chaos sort-of-incarnate )

[ooc: to be continued!]

fjordicswagger

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center.

The decorations were nice, though. Just a dusting of gold and blue glitter, nice tablecloths, and a wide selection of food. That was all you needed, right?

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

furnaceface

//You were somehow behind this, weren't you?//

Jono was having a day. The sort of day that had him coming to work wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and one sock. It would have been two socks, but he'd turned his back on the other one for all of two seconds that morning after his daily run because Joni had knocked over a lamp.

Presumably because his shirt making a bid for freedom had spooked the hell out of her.

And Jono could blame Fandom today. It wasn't as though it would be difficult, after all. But it was a Saturday, which meant that he'd be at the Groovy Tunes, and that meant that his favourite scapegoat was going to be right there.

//Don't even try to tell me otherwise.//

The stereo, unimpressed, simply turned itself on and started playing Hot In Herre.

//I hate you.//

[OOC: Idek. Open! OCD-free because lazy, as usual.]

furnaceface

Some days were 'feed the ducks' days.

Not for any particular reason, really. Sometimes Jono was feeling a bit down, sometimes he just wanted to get out of the house and stretch his legs. Today's reason wasn't either of those things. He already was stretching his legs, enjoying an afternoon jog, when on his way along the path by the pond he realized it had been a while since he'd just sort of taken a seat on the bench and enjoyed the quiet that the park had to offer.

Well, the relative quiet, anyway. Ducks squabbling with one another for a piece of bread were hardly silent.

Either way, he'd made a quick detour, stopped by T&C for a small loaf of bread, and then made his way back to the park to do just that. The ducks didn't seem to care either way about the man on fire, at least. They were far more interested in the food he was tossing their way.

[OOC: Just wanted a little fluff today. The park is open!]

furnaceface

Jonothon had awoken from a nightmare this morning. That much... that was nothing new. Of course he'd awoken from a nightmare. He rarely slept for the nightmares. That had been a constant for nearly as far back as he could remember, several lifetimes over. It was just... that particular nightmare had seemed all too real, the faces of people that he'd wronged, lives he'd destroyed, and even upon blinking a few times in the morning he hadn't quite been able to clear his head of them.

Nightmares, it seemed, were the order of the morning. And while Jono's telepathic walls were generally pretty good, the general feeling of uncertainty that was wafting around the island was still enough to nag at him when the island was in one of her moods.

And so he'd done the one thing that never seemed to fail, when his head was in a fog this way. He'd grabbed a loaf of bread in the hopes that the ducks hadn't all taken off for the winter, and he made his way to the park, to sit on the bench by the duck pond.

Once he cleared his mind again, once he got those walls back up and managed to shake the feeling that something was lingering just a few steps away, waiting to step in and remind him of what he was, he'd head back home. Maybe play with the cat, or play his guitar, or try to figure out his Christmas shopping for the year, or... or something.

Something.

For now, though, he'd settle for feeding the ducks and ignoring the chill in the air.

[OOC: Jono hasn't had a moping post in a while. Open post is open! For passers-by or attacky things or whatever, I'm easy tonight.]

furnaceface

So, the great thing about owning both a business and the apartment upstairs from it was theoretically that, when in a brief fit of nerve one decided to go to work for a day with only a t-shirt between his flames and the rest of the world, it was easy to chicken out and just run upstairs to grab spare wrappings or a turtleneck or something to take care of the rest of it. Or, at least, that was what Jono had told himself before making his way in to the Groovy Tunes and realizing that most of his clothing was already at Hannibal's, these days.

What hadn't he moved yet? His winter gear, mostly, since he hadn't had any need of it thus far. He wasn't resorting to actually pulling any of it on just yet, but he did happen to have a scarf close at hand while he perused order forms and listened to Pearl Jam.

First sign of anybody actually coming into the store he'd probably vanish behind the counter for a few moments to throw it on. Wearing scarves inside in October wasn't that strange, was it? It was seasonal!

This whole 'being less afraid to show his face in public around the island' thing was still very much a work in progress.

[OOC: Open, and my brain is only slightly full of gauze today! Progress!]

halfaclink.livejournal.com

The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Know How To Banish the Astral Projection of an Elder Demon Clown, See Frank Doyle." It was probably a joke or something. Don't worry about it, just sit back, sip your mimosas, and do what the big glittery banner said.

HEY PARENTS: HAVE SOME FOOD!

bigdamnprincipal

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]

furnaceface

Jono's yesterday had been fairly fantastic, actually. There had been food, and... not food, which had been every bit as enjoyable as the food. And yes, he'd even enjoyed the shopping more than he'd ever care to admit. Even if he was probably never going to wear that dress again. Ever. Because honestly.

But today brought some vague sort of acceptance that he still had responsibilities even when he had temporary breasts, and so he was at the Groovy Tunes today doing paperwork, balancing budgets, and enthusiastically singing along with anything and everything that came on the radio. His voice as a woman wasn't really familiar to him, so it was a fun game trying to figure out what songs he could handle and which ones made him regret opening his mouth. But, so help him, he was singing.

He wasn't looking forward to this ending, almost as much as he was. But really, he rarely ever felt at home in his own skin, so this was less an inconvenience and more like a novelty. And there were worse people to bear a striking resemblance to than Joan Jett, anyway.

[Open! OCD-free! Lovin' Rock and Roll!]

shapethecentury

Bucky was making donuts at the counter.

Tiny, miniature donuts.

Made of candy.

Or at least he was trying to. His first attempt had failed when he'd put in too much water and let the batter get too runny. So, the vanilla donuts were not happening. He was currently trying again with the chocolate. So far, it was turning out... mostly lumpy.

"Oh for f--"

Wonka's was open, and getting aggravated by novelty candy kits.

(open!)

living_endless

Devil's Nest wasn't the only bar in town with a prune juice problem this week. It also hit Caritas, and Didi had two crates of the stuff (and one of prune soda) to deal with when she finally came to work after her stop at the beach party.

She poured herself a glass of the soda and took a tiny sip. It tasted purple.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

furnaceface

Right, so today was apparently that maternal holiday here in America, though Jono wasn't terribly concerned about it one way or the other. For one, the honouring-your-mother holiday back where his mother likely still was wasn't anywhere near today. For another, Jono's mother... had been rather terrible at it.

So! The most he was going to concede to that today was maybe playing some Bohemian Rhapsody on the stereo while he sat down and read whatever book fell closest to hand that morning on his way out the door.

... Sure, he'd read that Gaiman/Pratchett collaboration novel. He enjoyed that one, anyway.

[OOC: Late post is late, OCD-free post is OCD-free!]

glacial_queen

Karla had danced this dance before. After spending the last few days dreaming about her parents, she knew to pack up Kayla and Warren and head to the island this weekend. She'd also invited Cora and Nyles to come along, but neither had seen the appeal of visiting her insane island to meet more adults. Well, that wasn't entirely true; Cora was intrigued by the idea of seeing the place they had met, but as soon as Karla had mentioned that her parents would likely be there, Cora had demurred. She was still very reticent about meeting new members of the Blood. And Nyles had no intentions of going anywhere without Cora, especially if it meant rubbing elbows with yet more aristos, so it was only Warren, Karla, and Kayla who stepped through the portal and into the park.

When she arrived, she sent a small pulse through the Ebon-gray, a kind of announcement of her arrival for anyone who could feel it. Yes, if she wanted to, she could search for her parents' Jewels and go to them, but...it was a beautiful day with her daughter in the park. Karla's parents could come to them. She set out a blanket while Warren cuddled Kayla and prepared to relax. Even if it took them awhile to arrive--as it so often did--Karla was going to enjoy the day with her family.

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needfully-yours.livejournal.com

The researchers had the message loud and clear from the telepaths: they would find what they were seeking on the Causeway, just past the corner of the parking lot. Over there, near an unusual-looking car, where it had been sitting unperturbed for nearly a month, now.

It was a sapling.

It was tiny, but twisted, and there was an air of malevolence about it. The ground underneath had a dark, unnatural color. The sapling was wrong, evil, even. It certainly shouldn't be here.

( Uprooting the Sapling and Confronting Gaunt )

(AND THAT'S IT! Preplayed by the fantabulous

psychic_wonder,

nobloodymessiah,

gavegoodface,

dauntless_four,

bitten_notshy, and

nuclear_snide. NFI, broadcast is a-okay, OOC is love! THIS IS THE END, expect a post-mortem post going up momentarily! IT'S OVER!)

nuclear_snide

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention.

"Thank you all for coming." He projected his voice around the room. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of bad magic out there," he said dryly. If anyone hadn't noticed, he worried about them. "We've been looking into it, and we've tracked down the source, and if you listened to radio yesterday you know it's Needful Things and Leland Gaunt. He's been selling cursed items, often for the price of special or magical items in turn. What's new is that we've found out how to break his hold."

He paused very briefly ~~for dramatic effect~~ to let that sink in. "In order for someone who's got a cursed item to be free of the curse, they have to destroy the item." He stared around the room seriously. "THEY have to destroy it," he reiterated. "If anyone else breaks it for them, they will wither and die. If they don't break it, they will wither and die."

He leaned forward. "This is a very nasty breed of curse, rather like a poison. It's insidious. It will take them a lot of energy to break it, and it's going to hurt. They'll be weakened. You'll probably want to get them to the clinic. Also, because it operates on a psychic level, their recovery will be influenced by their mood. They'll need positive reinforcement, reassurance. 'Hug it out', as the saying goes."

Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to do that part. "Now, we know of a few people who've been sold cursed items. We've gone through radio broadcasts to get a list of everyone who was spotted entering the store. We'll need help to cover them all and make sure everyone has someone to try to snap them out of it. If you're willing to help, raise your hand and Four here can match you with someone. Any questions?"

[OOC: ~~Just a sec for the OCD!~~ Up! Have at!]

Current Location: Town Hall

ultimatehottie.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Promptly at 8:00, the zombie band started playing music and the bassist lurched forward to do an interpretive dance explaining the rules of the dates. It wasn't long before Tino was pushing Johnny on stage while holding cue cards.

"Dude, seriously, I just came here for a drink. We just got back. What the hell?" Johnny asked. Tino held up a cue card. "I'm not dating. I have a girlfriend." Tino put the cue card down and held up a leather jacket and a pocket knife. "Hey hey hey wait. Where'd you get that?" With his pocket knife hand, Tino reached back down for the cue card. "Okay, fine. Just don't hurt the jacket. That thing means a lot to me."

"Ahem. Welcome to Three Minute Dates! If you're lucky, you might just get matched with me, Joanie Storm, come on, man, you got my name-- No, no, you're right. Joanie. Anyway, good luck and good dating." Johnny pointed to the assembled daters, mirroring an exaggerated point Tino was doing at that moment. "Seriously man, this is a weird level of dedication."

[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 ~~begins.~~ is up MERE HOURS later than usual. Apologies again for any overnight and/or timezone inconveniences. I'm going back to sleep now.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix.

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

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

myownface

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

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

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

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

shapethecentury

The castle towering over the island did not get any smaller-looking when you made your way across the causeway and onto the island proper. This was what a certain Bucky Barnes was finding out right about now, as he trudged along with a bag slung over his shoulder and crumpled slip of paper in his hand. If anything, the castle only got more imposing. He'd known this random small town of Fandom wasn't ever going to be anything like Brooklyn or the rest of New York, but this was really something else.

He stopped, just to stand there and let out an impressed whistle.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

Steve was going to kill him if he didn't write back home about this place immediately, wasn't he?

[so open!]

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