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Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish."

"And if anyone got nibbled, chicks dig scars," Tyler said wryly as he ran a thumb over his lips. "So we are here to fight. Not because monsters are attacking us; because we're the monsters, and this is where our dark sides come out." A pause. "Or it might just be a chance to kick the shit out of somebody in a semi-sanctioned way."

"There is nothing 'dark side' about violence," Ghanima countered primly. "That sort of repressive and puritanical thinking leads to mental health problems." Not that she could talk. "And this is not a pick-up joint, Durden, no checking out those of us with scars."

"I think I got spanked for the week," Tyler said. "All right. Matches. Uh ... you two, you two, you and ... Ghani, who do you think?"

Her lips twitched in amusement at the shortening of her name, but she didn't correct him. "With that person there. And you and you, you make a cute couple. Hrm. And the person over there, and that one. Yes, you. Don't look so shocked."

"I think that's five," Tyler said. "Triela, see me on that mat, okay? Everyone else, go have fun."

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[OOC: Preplayed with

tyler_back, and up early for SP Love. Ya'll know the rules: ~~wait for the purty purty OCD, or Ghani will hurt you.~~ OCD up, so let the games begin!]

Current Mood: cheerful

intraspective

There was a table set up with all sorts of drinks and things to nibble on. There was flowers. It was blatantly obvious that Edward expected a lot of people to show up—dear lord, she hoped no one did—and Ino crossed her arms over her chest and watched all of this resignedly.

It was really really hard to look anything but waifish and adorable in a pink dress with silver heels. Especially when you were blonde and tiny. Ino was giving it her best shot. The only reason she was even dressed up because she’d decided that morning that, it was better to look the part, really, and try to salvage some of her pride.

Ino was attempting to glare, but the sight of Edward running around (and what was up with the prince-clothing and purple cape? Seriously?) and fussing with the platform they were to sing on—where had he found a platform?!—was tugging a reluctant smile out of her.

He was just so happy. He’d loved her dress, and that she’d shown up, and that she was going to sing with him—oh glorious day!—and Ino… had lost track of the lecture she’d spent most of the night planning around the third spin of his glee. Crushing his spirits would be like kicking a puppy.

Embarrassment it was, then. Just as soon as he thought everything was perfect. She, for her part, was studiously pretending that this was her idea, no really, and she was totally okay with it. Really. Totally her idea. Honest.

[Edward modded with permission, naturally! ~~Wait for the~~ OCD is uuuup!]

[ETA: Because it’s getting larger, have links to the separate parts: The Duet! (And Other Songs) The Gawkers! Refreshments Mingle with the singers! OOC]

tyler_gone

"The semester's over," Tyler announced. "I don't feel like working. Talking is working. So is pointing to pair you up." He turned toward Ghanima. "Want to just let them fight?"

"If they're here and they're not fighting, we're doing something wrong," Ghanima deadpanned. "Everyone, go hit someone you haven't hit before."

"Beauty, Ghanima," Tyler said, then roamed a step forward, almost disappearing into the crowd. "What are all of you waiting for?"

She turned to follow Tyler with an evil grin. "Hit the mat, Durden. You're mine."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD is a go.]

tyler_gone

No zombies. No children. No distractions. It was a perfect day for a fight, and Tyler looked feral as he paced in front of the crowd.

"At this point," he said, "you all know why you're here. If you don't, get out. If you do, go hit somebody. Hard as you can."

"Or if you can't find someone to hit, go find the heavybag," Ghanima agreed pleasantly. She was the complete contrast to her partner today; cool collection against Tyler's agitation. "You two. And those two there." She turned to Tyler with a grin. "Care to pick the other three lucky couples?"

"I can do that," Tyler said, barely considering his choices before he made them with a jab of his index finger. "You two. You and you. And ... Ghanima, you haven't had a good match yet. Spar him."

That last match promised to be interesting; he might put off his own bout to watch.

"Sadist," Ghanima said good-naturedly. "I'll get you for this."

She turned her attention back to the assembled fighters. "Well, you heard us. Move."

| Mingle | Beginner Mats | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Troublemakers | OOC |

[~~You know the rules. Wait for the~~ OCD is a go.]

first-guardian.livejournal.com

"Jeremy?" Ichigo called as soon as he entered the shop. He squatted down and looked underneath the nearest shelf. Nothing. "Come on, you stupid rat," he grumbled and he was now on hand and feet, trying to get a glimpse of the rat.

"Those zombies ate humans, not rats," he commented to the absent rodent. With a sigh, he got to his feet and went to move the sign in front of the window. It wasn't until he returned to the counter that he noticed a bag of chips lying behind the counter and Jeremy was curled up on top, holding a siesta.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN (somewhere around here)

Current Mood: worried

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Ichigo flung himself down on the chair behind the counter, not intending to move if he could avoid it. Class earlier had made him more crabby than he wanted to admit. He wasn't one to decide who got to live and who didn't. He protected people, as many as he could. That was enough for him.

Coyote Medicine!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is a figment of your imagination

[OCD free]

Current Mood: cranky

tyler_gone

"Well, most of you are looking refreshingly back to your original shapes," Ghanima said crisply. "I hope many of you enjoyed your second or third childhoods, and many congratulations on not managing to kill each other with the nerf toys last week."

"Being back to normal means no ball pit this week," Tyler added. "I know. I'm crushed, too. Welcome to Fight Club. Rules are posted over there, and if this is your first week sign in and let us know what your level is."

"Like last time, we'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be over by the beginner mats for the first bit," Ghanima stated. "Now, you and you. You two. And you two too." She turned to Tyler, smiling brightly. "Care to pick the last victims?"

"You know the way to my heart, Ghanima," Tyler joshed, and looked over the group for a long moment. "You, hiding in the back, and you by the padding. And both of you. And that makes five sets. Go forth and punch."

[Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP~~, wait a sec for OCD~~.]

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Ichigo wasn't complaining about things being back to normal today. It made his walk to town that much easier. He grunted in response to Jeremy's squeak and put the sign in the window before he inspected the store. Somehow he decided that the clay pottery display needed some rearranging and he set to it.

It was just mindless work and for some reason it irritated him. Or he'd already been irritated and he found himself thinking that another Fight Club meeting that weekend wouldn't be bad.

Coyote Medicine!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere

[Open.]

Current Mood: restless

intraspective

Ice cream. Small children. It was pretty much a siren call they couldn’t ignore. Two kids stood at the counter—one small and blonde, the other small and orange haired. Ino, of course, because she was a whole year older was doing the ordering.

“And I want lots of chocolate ice cream,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to make sure they did it right, “with rainbow sprinkles and fudge sauce! A really big bowl!”

She glanced at the crybaby beside her, and grinned. “And he wants two bowls, littler than mine ‘cause he’s littler than me, but they’re chocolate to! And a little bit of strawberry. Yes, he’d like sprinkles,” Ino had no idea, “on one of the bowls, too. Just one though.”

[Tooootally open!]

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo might not have had classes that morning, he still made it into the shop around the same time as usual. He wasn't expecting a huge crowd what with the island being mostly deserted. Even town seemed sleepy, which just made him more suspicious. It was usually when everything went slow, that all hell tended to break loose. Except that it didn't and the substitute shinigami badge stayed quiet like it always seemed to do in Fandom.

At least Jeremy was waiting for him when Ichigo opened the door to the shop, looking expectantly at Ichigo. "All right, I did bring you a sandwich. Just don't get used to it."

Coyote Medicine!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere

[OCD free, open.]

Current Mood: pensive

first-guardian.livejournal.com

"What? No! That's... Can you just for once be a normal parent and ask how my classes are going?" Ichigo shouted down the telephone. It was pretty useless since his father was shouting right back at him and wasn't listening to a word of what he was saying. Ichigo didn't care, the shouting at least made him feel better.

Jeremy watched the process sceptically until finally Ichigo got enough (no, he wasn't even going to think about what his father had suggested) and shouted a "bye" before he hung up. He didn't envy Karin and Yuzu one bit.

Coyote Medicine!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere

[Open.]

Current Mood: frustrated

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]

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Ichigo made it into the shop after class and started his shift by feeding Jeremy a piece of candy bar. Ichigo wasn't even sure why he'd bought the damn thing as it was way too sweet to eat first thing in the morning. Jeremy had no objections however.

Coyote Medicine!
Random crappy artifacts
The Medicine Man is still pervy

[Open and no OCD since I got roped into doing stuff I hadn't expected to do. So SP warning from me, but SP is love, right?]

Current Mood: blank

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Opening up the shop, Ichigo found himself distracted by the sign Coyote had left. He supposed it was honest, though he really didn't need to know the last part. At all. He corrected only the part that he thought needed correcting and then went to clean, trying not to think about the previous day.

Coyote Medicine!
Random crap the white man thinks is tribal and a lot of bull from a guy who's at least actually spoken to Great Spirit (and totally really did create the world, so there)
The Medicine Man is ~~HORNY~~ PERVY

[OCD-free! Open!]

Current Mood: groggy

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In the mood for something warm to drink, Ichigo ended up in the Perk that afternoon. He wasn't aware of anything odd going on. Not even when he ended up oversharing just how bored he was and how much he would like not to be when the clerk asked him what he wanted.

It wasn't until the clerk asked him what he wanted to drink, that Ichigo realised what he'd done. He glowered at the guy, as if daring him to make a remark and ordered a salter caramel hot chocolate and took a seat at one of the tables. He made sure to have his back towards the counter.

[Open, if lj is nice.]

Current Mood: weird

first-guardian.livejournal.com

As soon as class had finished, Ichigo headed down to the store, only stopping to buy some croissants from JGOB's. When he opened the door, he found Jeremy waiting for him in the middle of the shop.

"You're supposed to at least pretend that you're scared of me," he told the rat, fully aware that he made a terrible mistake last week. He sidestepped the rat and dropped the paper bag with pastries on the counter. When he turned, Jeremy was right behind him, looking up curiously at the bag.

"Stop it. You're not that cute," he grumbled. Ignoring the rat, he went to put the sign in the window before he went to straighten up the shelves. Jeremy ignored the ignoring and followed Ichigo around the show.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Tribal Artifacts and Medicine Man services
We are not a restaurant

Current Mood: bored

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Why it was, that Angela was up and about early on days she really didn't need to be, would probably forever be a mystery.

She was, though, and it was still really cold out. Excess cold called for caffeine. The good stuff, not the 'found in a common room' variety.

So she ordered a mocha, flirted with the barista to get extra cream (surprising how well that usually worked), and found herself a comfortable chair to relax in. After her conversation with Dinah yesterday she was definitely considering stopping in on this convention before she went back to the dorms, just for interests sake.

[[and totally open!]]

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Stupid weather. Sure, snow was fun, but by the time Ichigo made it to the store, he felt like his toes had frozen off inside his combat boots. He stomped his feet off outside of the door, but it seemed to be pointless as he still left a puddle on the floor when he entered.

He was expecting it to be freezing inside as well, but instead, there was a fireplace right where a rack with more native junk used to be. Candles were spread out over the whole shop and there was a stack of blankets on the floor in front of the blazing fire. Right on top of said pile of blankets lay Jeremy the Rat, curled up and snoozing.

"Shoo!" Ichigo shouted at the rat and it instantly disappeared under one of the racks.

By the time Ichigo had finished putting the sign in the window and straightening up the shop (he couldn't see where the junk went to), Jeremy was sitting a few feet away from the fireplace, shivering pathetically.

"It's not working," Ichigo told him, glaring at the wee rat. "Go away before I catch you and throw you outside."

Jeremy somehow managed to look even more pathetic as he slinked away, shivering even more now.

Ichigo groaned and clearly it was working because next thing he sighed, "Fine. Just for this once." He didn't need to say it twice as Jeremy instantly caved the pile of blankets once more.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere
We have heating

[Open!]

Current Mood: cold

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo made it into the shop after his Leadership class, munching on a pastry he picked up on his way over to the shop. He put the pastry down on the counter for a moment so he could put the sign in the window. When he made it back, there was a rat sitting on the counter, nibbling on the pastry he'd been eating.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes as the rat didn't even run away from him.

"Look," he told the rat. "Clearly my leadership isn't working here. So... what would be the right incentive for you to leave the shop?"

The rat ignored him and continued to eat.

Sighing, Ichigo went to tidy up some more shelves. Jeremy looked a little hungry. Not that Ino was right. He wasn't going to make a pet out of the stupid thing. Rats were pests.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere

[[OCD free as I totally fail and meant to get this up hours ago!]]

Current Mood: resigned

first-guardian.livejournal.com

There was an oranged-haired boy slumped in a chair. He seemed to hardly pay attention to what was going on around him, but was glowering down at the two cups of hot chocolate in front of him. The bag that stood beside it was filled with pastries. He'd bought them out of habit, thinking someone was going to have to finally talk to the other first. He didn't much care if he was the one to be the one to bite the bullet first (even if it was her fault), he just didn't feel like he had anything to apologise about.

Not that in hindsight he'd want to wear anything belonging to one of the jerks she'd dated before him. He just didn't care to get thrown out (naked, no less) for so much as touching the stupid shirt. It said enough, didn't it? Or just maybe, he was looking for an excuse because Hirako's words were hard to forget.

Over a week later, Ichigo still didn't quite know what to do and so he remained in his seat, debating the breakfast. The hot chocolates weren't getting warmer.

[[Open and oh so interruptable.]]

Current Mood: stubborn

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Having survived his Leadership class, Ichigo opened up the store. It might not have come as a surprise that he was still in a mood, one that was growing increasingly worse as time went by. He put the open sign in the window and ordered some of the racks out of sheer boredom. It kept him busy anyway, and busy meant not thinking too much.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Tribal artifacts and Medicine Man services
The Medicine Man is BOREDING
~~ couple of shifts left! ~~

Current Mood: working

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

Signs had been ~~handwavily~~ put up around town throughout the day indicating that this was the place and this was the time. New Year's Eve in Fandom, in one of the abandoned warehouses (although it had been tidied up and decorated). Showgirls carrying champagne flutes, a live band playing, and a big glowy ball hanging from the rafters with a countdown clock displayed.

It was time for G.O.B. Bluth's New Year's Illusionin' Eve! Brought to you by a Host Named G.O.B.! Making his triumphant return to Fandom! Exclamations!

[OOC: Up early to accommodate all of you silly people who have work, timezone issues, or social events. Post is open to students, teachers, townies, alum, and ex-pats! ~~Kindly wait for OCD.~~ OCD is up! Have at it!]

intraspective

Ino wasn’t entirely sure that bringing Ichigo-the-fox to work with her was a good idea, but after debating the merits of leaving him alone in her room all day, she’d figured that it was better to take her chances with him at work.

Besides, she had cookies to bribe him with if he acted up. And chicken for his lunch. When she wasn’t keeping an eye on him, or occupied with a customer, Ino went back to studying the scroll theory.

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo warily entered the store that morning, waiting for something to happen and then... Nothing did.

Huh.

He checked the store and the sweat lodge, but nothing mysterious or odd happened at all. Shrugging and deciding it was about friggin' time the island started to behave, he put the sign in the window.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Tribal Artifacts and Medicine Man services
Tinsel free

It wasn't until he sat down, grabbing a book to read, that something scurried over his feet. "Stupid rat."

[Open and OCD free because my brain is ferrety.]

Current Mood: lethargic

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo hadn't been feeling all too great the last few days and he was still sniffling when he made it into the store that morning. At least his throat was and he came armed with a cup of tea which he was using as heater right now because it was cold.

He stopped right at the door when he came into the store and looked around for a moment, possibly looking around for that rat. It was stupid, he only cared about seeing it so he could kick it out on its ass on the street. Maybe it'd starved to death.

It wasn't until he'd put up the sign in the window and he finally sat down to sip from his tea that it started raining tinsel. Ichigo sighed and covered his cup with a hand. "I'm not cleaning that," he told the store. There was a soft squeak and he could have sworn he saw something small, glittery scurry across the floor.

"... I hate today."

COYOTE MEDICINE
Tribal Artifacts and Medicine Man services
Free tinsel with everything

Current Mood: annoyed

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo was rapidly starting to hate work. He didn't think this was him overreacting. Not when the first thing that happened to him when he opened the door was for a box to fall on his head. A box filled with feather and a gooey substance that used to be chocolate sauce.

He stood in the store for a whole of fifteen seconds before he pulled the box off his head and he turned right around and left again. Twenty minutes later, Ichigo returned, his hair still wet from his shower. When he opened the door once more - pushing it open and waiting for a moment to make sure nothing dropped down again - he noticed a rat eating from the chocolate.

"Hey! Quit that!" he shouted, which was probably the wrong reaction as the rat took off under one of the racks.

Sighing, he cleaned up the mess before he put the sign carefully between the candles.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Stupidity and Medicine Man Annoyances
Talk to the underpaid employee: $5

Current Mood: dirty

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo had a small bag slung over his shoulder as he waited at the entrance to the Onsen for Ino. There were several things he was trying not to think of right now. One thing in particular kept popping up involving Ino and bathing suits.

Nope, he was going to stop thinking about that now. And he wouldn't think of it... Well, until he got inside, he supposed. Did he go crazy agreeing to this? Probably.

[[Ichigo is here for Ino, but the Onsen is open for you Thanksgiving Onsen needs.]]

Current Mood: teenage boy

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Ichigo made it to the shop that morning and wondered exactly why he suddenly had a strange urge for turkey. He moved into the store, tripping over the box that stood right in the middle of the damn store. Ichigo cursed and the box... squeaked?

He moved back and prodded the box with his toe which resulted in another squeak. What the hell was going on here? And why was the box smelling like turkey? Not one to waste time wondering, Ichigo lifted one side of the box and promptly dropped it as something dark darted out from under it and disappeared behind the shelves of native artefacts.

"What the..." He stared at the box. "Was that a rat?" he asked the box and the box squeaked back. So... Did someone seriously try to trap rats with a piece of turkey? More importantly; Did they expect him to clean that mess because that was going to stink really fast.

Coyote Medicine was open, Ichigo didn't put the sign up however as he was busy trying to figure out if he needed to try to catch the rats or what.

((~~OCD coming.~~ It is here. *coughs*))

Current Mood: nauseated

first-guardian.livejournal.com

After going for a run, Ichigo made it to the store. It still seemed like they were selling junk and Ichigo considered the window sign for a moment.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Junk and Medicine Man Services
Free lemonade with your Sweat Lodge Usage

There. He had no idea if he was actually allowed to do stuff like that, but eh. Putting the sign in the window, Ichigo grabbed his seat and pulled out some library books on trebuchete.

[[Store open~~, wait for the OCD~~.]]

Current Mood: blank

first-guardian.livejournal.com

So Ichigo hadn't completely messed up the whole date thing so far. He wasn't planning on screwing it up either. Which was why he hurried the last few steps to the door so he could hold it open for Ino.

"You're not cold, are you?" Apparently Ichigo fussed on a date.

[[Ichigo is here with Ino, but the Sushi Station is open for all of your raw fishy needs.]]

Current Mood: nervous

first-guardian.livejournal.com

It was Ichigo's first day on the job. Any job. Even if he hadn't wanted the stupid thing, he was still going to be on time. It was beyond him why anyone would want to buy those souvenir. He quickly adjusted the sign (no way was he going to be the one hiring) (and he wasn't sure if Coyote would be around) (he hoped not, that guy was weird) and put it in the window before he went to browse the store himself, taking Coyote's list of what was actually junk with him.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Stuff and Medicine Man Services
MAKE AN APPOINTMENT

((Topic of Ino and Ichigo's discussion NFB, please. Thank you!))

Current Mood: confused

makestheworld

All that herb smoking yesterday had left Coyote with a lovely hacking cough, so he'd spent most of the night in the sweatlodge to re-purify himself.

So, now he was dehydrated and had a slight cough.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
~~ STILL hiring! ~~

yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com

Harvey didn't have too much trouble arranging the brunch in the park. Between the help of the rest of the StuCo members and oddly enough, Marshall (apparently he had a thing for brunch), Harvey hardly had to do a thing. And isn't that what being president is really about?

There was a harvest theme in the tent, with the tablecloths and napkins all in reds, yellows and oranges. Marshall even hand-made the autumn-themed centerpieces on the tables. There was also, of course, every kind of brunch food imaginable set up at the buffet table. There was probably even foods there that didn't even qualify as brunch. Harvey had a hankering for pizza earlier.

A sign was posted outside the tent:

Welcome Parents, Relatives and Friends!
Enjoy Sunday brunch with us!

[OCD is up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

loverlyviolets

As the sun went down, the twinkling fairy-lights that had been strung around the park took its place as a light source. Not nearly as big, but it was enough to see the food and the dance area by, with the help of some strategically placed torches in the shape of old-fashioned gaslamps. Nor nearly as warm, but there were carefully-controlled braziers here and there to take the nip out of the evening air.

Around the dance area and along the buffet tables there was a proliferation of orange, brown and rust-coloured harvest flowers that might have bordered on excessive, as if someone got rather excited about being offered a job this important, but it was still within the bounds of good taste.

[OCD is now up. Have fun!]

Current Mood: pleased

always-damp.livejournal.com

By some act of Fandom, the weather was behaving itself. Any clouds or rain the weather forecasters had blathered about on the news seemed to have skipped over the entirety of Fandom Island. It was a perfect afternoon in October, just the right temperature in which to spend the day outside with pleasant company. Or even relatives.

A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a bright banner announcing the start of a hopefully calm weekend:
Welcome to Parents Weekend 2008
[OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling]

intraspective

It was a rather tired, a rather quiet, Ino that was at Covent Gardens today. She had a flower in her hair (Candytuft) and eyed the Mignonette for a goodly while before deciding that she really didn’t care to think about that in quite that light right now.

The Evening Primroses made her laugh, though it wasn’t precisely funny.

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

~~~~Now Hiring for Friday position~~~~

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

endsthegame

He was still mulling Father Ned's words in his mind. Could it be...? Ender wondered if it was possible for others to accept him as he was, military past and gayness and all. But he couldn't know for sure, not now, not ever.

His life was a lonely path. He found his solitude at Galactica Point, feeling the breeze lighten the heaviness of his burden. One day... perhaps... he'd learn to love another.

[ ender mostly here for one, but clearly this place is OPEN for any other pointy uses ]

flashesforinfo.livejournal.com

Angela and her large mug of coffee were at a window table in the Perk.

Her excess enthusiasm from homecoming had been mildly dampened thanks to spending a large portion of yesterday feeling decidedly queasy. Stupid potent spiked punch.

Still, she was feeling much better today and was making the most of that by actually leaving her room. After listening to radio, she just had to come out an assess the truth behind the insanity. So far, it was a bit of a let down. Shame.

[[ooc: Angela is still just Angela, however if anyone wants to be drama-y at her you just know I'll love it.]]

first-guardian.livejournal.com

Ichigo wasn't hiding out. That was just stupid. He was just ~~hiding out~~ avoiding going back through the lobby in case someone tried to talk him into that homecoming madness again. No one in particular, really. Nope. And there was nothing shameful about avoiding a messy situation. He might have been overreacting, but if there was one thing he learned about the girls at Fandom, it was that you could never be too careful.

So he was sitting at a table in the Perk, nursing a hot chocolate and reading a book on the afterlife in different cultures. No reason for that either.

[So very open.]

Current Mood: wary

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The past few weeks of work were finally coming to a head, and Charlotte was both nervous and excited and getting herself worked up into a frenzy with making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction with the exhibit, though. The turnout wasn't huge, but nicely manageable and thankfully not small by any measure. Some of the work was a bit amateurish, but she had to admit to being pretty blown away by a few of the others.

By the time eight o'clock rolled around and the doors were open, the gallery was set up in a display of the pieces by artist, and the usual spread of treats and drinks were available in another area of the room. Charlotte, dressed in a vibrant red, milled around the gallery to make sure everything was in order and all the guests were enjoying the exhibit. She was also keeping an eye out for the artists of certain pieces, since she was very eager to potentially meet them.

The Community Showcase Exhibit was open!

[[ ~~or will be, once I get the very extensive OCD up!~~ It's up! Enjoy! ]]

intraspective

Ino was sulking a bit.

She was curled up in a chair at the Perk, with a hot chocolate, a notebook and one of her medical scrolls. Ino was going to study in a bit to make up for Saturday.

Right now though, she was sulking about radio and the distinct lack of mentioning anything to do with Tyler-sensei getting pie all over him.

Even if, she supposed, it was a good thing that radio hadn’t caught her and Anemone’s names. Still. Where was the fun in them not being able to hear about it?

[Open!]

fates_jaye

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"

[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

~~Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there.~~ Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]

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