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cheerbuffy.livejournal.com

After seeing so many of the Meerkats at the dance yesterday, Buffy thought it was time for a proper reunion. So she had ~~handwavily~~ texted everyone, and was hoping the ones on the island would be able to make it.

This being Fandom she had now spent the last ten minutes clearing an area around a nice pink tree so it was free of zombie gremlins. It looked like a good place to hold the reunion. The tree seemed friendly, insofar trees could seem friendly. She'd brought blankets to sit on, and had placed them down on the ground, close to the tree. Buffy gave the tree a little pat. "There!" she said. "I hope they all show up. And won't get bitten by gremlins on the way..."

She thought the zombie gremlins were starting to get the point though. They seemed much less interested in her now. She'd brought enough stakes for everybody anyway, so that should be fine.

[OOC: Mainly for the Meerkats, but I suppose if any Stickbugs are around and want to crash the reunion for old times sake...]

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]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Not knowing what to expect from a Fandom weekend, Isabel and Wyatt had left Victoria back in Roswell with her grandparents. Isabel probably should have taken advantage of being child-free and slept in while enjoying early morning snuggles with her husband, but excitement and a craving for baked goods had her up and about early.

Coffee and croissant in hand, she took a seat near the window to watch who was passing by.

( It was one of those only in Fandom meetings )

[Pre-played with

candycrushlove, conversation to be continued in the comments, but the post is also open if anyone else wants baked goods or to say hi to the alien]

izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Since going back to her room at the hotel probably wasn't the best idea after the detention raid, Isabel and some of the others had made there way to one of the safe spots in the warehouse district. It seemed the best place to lay low for the time being.

Since people still needed food, Isabel made a call to a sympathetic barista at the Perk and slipped out the door. Thirty minutes and one dead Madri later, she returned with two boxes of coffee and a bag of bagels. It wasn't much, but it was probably better then anyone that had been in detention had seen in a while.

"Who's hungry?"

[For former detainees & resistance types please]

Current Mood: determined

dontphasemebro.livejournal.com

With everything going down tomorrow, Kitty wasn't spending much time at all up front today. She was much more concerned with anything that might be going on in the back, and really, after hearing radio she felt better being around them than keeping up a front for any minions that showed up tonight. She wasn't sure she could play nice today.

So the place was open, and there was at least one person here crossing her fingers that tomorrow went smoothly.

[Fairly easy day at work, pinging should be pretty consistent from me.]

boobs-and-heart.livejournal.com

Mary was not having a good day. Gunther had gone missing again. He had never really picked a side, but he knew that she was hiding Resistance members in the hotel and never said a word about it. Mary could only hope that he continued to keep his mouth shut if he fell into the hands of Loyalists.

For now, all she could do was remain calm and see what information she could get from the Loyalists who thought that she was their friend. As she pondered who to go to, she started to sing:( ... )

Of course it had to be another one of those days.

Welcome to the Umbridge Arms!
Today's Specials
Stilton Cauliflower Soup
Shepherd's Pie
Sticky Toffee Pudding

dontphasemebro.livejournal.com

It was just your nice, normal night at Caritas, the front end of the restaurant serving good ol' American favorites, and some of that British... food, just in case anyone high and mighty showed up. Yep, just your average, ordinary restaurant, with Kitty occasionally at the counter, except when she had to check on inventory in back. It was a nice place of a loyalist to visit.

The secret back room, though, that was where the fun was. Shhh dun tell.

[Some SP from me for the next hour while at work, but feel free to mod Kitty at the other side of Caritas if you want something faster.]

izzy-on-her-own.livejournal.com

Another night of restless sleep interrupted by bad dreams meant Isabel was up and out the door early for her morning run. After a long loop around the island, she ended up on the beach, slowly sipping her bottle of water and looking out to sea.

Soon enough she'd have to get to the hotel and get to work, but for now it was time to think of happier times.

[Open of course. Since I never tagged the post, for the record my girl's a white hat at heart.]

Current Mood: lonely

whenshewasnice

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they'd find the community center's auditorium decorated according to the theme of the evening. Silver streamers hung all around, and a few papier mache moons had been fixed to the ceiling. The lights were dimmed, and there were flowers – most white, but some of them colored silver – on all the tables, bringing the faint scent of summer with them.

And naturally, there were big tables full of food, like at any large Fandom gathering. There was also a bar, though those underage would have to content themselves with sodas and virgin drinks. Maybe they could get over their sorrow over that on the dance floor, showing off their best Moonwalk.

Everything was ready for the people of Fandom to have a good time.

[ocd: Arrive | Food, Drinks & Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | This event is open to everyone! Have fun!]

not_in_the_book

"Caled, Gawain, opposite ends of the table, I don't want to have to tell you again, Betty and Pandora, you, too, no, Betty, I do not care that I am not your father. Katrina, no magic at the table, I don't care if you're on post-Ordeal power levels. Peach, no pretending that you're on Ordeal, and no hitting Katrina because she's younger and already gone through it. Trust me, it'll happen for you, and probably before I'm ready for it.

"Katrina, no magic at the table."

Ronan looked around at his fellow 'parents'. "I give up. I'm leaving them to all of you and running away to Mongolia."

[Specifically for the brood and the associated and sundry parents, but open for all your steakhouse (and Nolan/Halliwell/Parker/Evans/Hercules AU kid) needs! We're all going to be a little bit slow for the next little bit, between homework, Wrestlemania, and GoT, but we are aroooooound.]

bitten_notshy

Jack's perfectly peaceful weekend day of errand-running had been interrupted by not one, but two phone calls from Fandom along the lines that he should get to the island now. That the day after prom had decided he didn't need to be on the island to become a parent for a day.

(He was still hoping the call about the triplets had been an early April Fool's prank. Three mini-Emmas, dear God...)

It was Sunday before he could get a portal onto the island, but now here he was. Sipping tea and bracing himself for whatever was to come next.

[OOC: Open post!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel bravely hung up the phone after receiving the terrible news.

She wouldn't let this upset her.

She wouldn't let this upset her.

Sadly she wasn't that strong and instead burst into tears.

"My wedding is ruined!!!"

[For one specifically but open to anyone who wants to deal with Bridezilla.]

Current Mood: depressed

not-the-irs.livejournal.com

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

Now...

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

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

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

Another unanimous nodding session.

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

More nodding.

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

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

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

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

bigdamnprincipal

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

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

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

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

[OCD is up! Have at it!]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had finally made it to Fandom, after another stop through a war zone, a city where everything was green, and then Milliways, where she had to explain she wasn't an entree.

Coffeeee. And then calling people to tell them she got here. Parker had called already Isabel. Given the squeak on the phone she figured she had about 8 minutes before the other girl turned up.

[open as a late-night coffee shop]

glacial_queen

After Dinah's last phone call, the last thing that Karla had felt like doing was going into work. But it was that or stay in her room all day and look at pictures, so several hours after her shift was supposed to have begun, Karla dragged herself into the store.

Only to be confronted by a stack of heavy cardboard boxes, taller than she was. The address on all of the boxes were for a store Karla'd never heard of, but the scrawled note on the inventory sheet said, Had enough trouble getting them over the causeway. They're staying!. Okaaaaay?

Inside the boxes were rows and rows of snow globes. These were definitely not for 'Dite's shop. Rather than anything naughty or even slightly risqué, they featured warm and friendly holiday decorations with such inspiring messages as The Holidays Are a Time for Friends and Family! and Remembering You Fondly This Holiday Season! After her morning--after her week--such cutesy messages of friendship and remembrance hurt.

Karla hadn't realized she was smashing one until it was hurtling through the air and slamming onto the floor of the shop, spraying glass and sparkles and fake snow everywhere. And? It felt good. She slammed another. And then another. And another and another and another still, flinging snow globes until her arm hurt.

This was kind of therapeutic.

Soon, there was a sign in the window: ANGRY AT THE WORLD? OR THE LACK OF IT? COME WORK THROUGH YOUR ISSUES WITH WANTON DESTRUCTION! 3 GLOBES FOR A DOLLAR.
[BEWARE OF BROKEN GLASS. DUH.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was at the Perk leaving lots of messages for people. But then a call didn't go through.

The coffee she'd been mainling was going to go untouched for a while.

[Oh so open. In addition to the links, lots of handwavey voicemails were left as well.]

Current Mood: sad

wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com

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

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

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

If anyone was able to leave, that was.

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

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

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

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

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

Glitter encrusted moosen stood guard in the entry to the transformed Town Hall, reminding all those in attendance that the night was about all things Canadian. Or things the Student Council had deemed Canadian - plus a whole lot of glitter.

Sparkly red maple leaves and paper geese hung from irridescent streamers, setting off the food tables as very much separate from the raised dance floor in case the terrifying papier-mâché beaver didn't make it obvious that the timbits were for eating. Or for dunking in the maple syrup fountain. Beyond pure sugar, there were plenty of bite-size portioned food and nonalcoholic beverages to push the theme into the bellies of all, no matter how tight the dresses!

Beyond the dance floor, the shadowy corners glowed with the twinkle of glittery maple leaf garland and a Joni Mitchell inspired moose that had been strategically positioned to look rather tragic in its lyric-covered glory. Yes, glory. For the evening was to be glorious. Or at the very least entertaining.

Welcome to your 2011 Homecoming Dance!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Drinks + Snacks | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: shocked

charming_thief

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

endsthegame

The first arrivals to the warehouse would have found nothing - until the lights went on, dropping many shades of glitter down onto the floor. The glitter would stick around all night, almost-but-not-quite clashing with the colorful decor, though it did not seem to incite any boykissy.

Even if one of the janitors definitely took a shot at using it as an excuse.

There was a karaoke booth set up in the corner, and the rest of the party environment looked chaotic and incredibly merry. Reds, blues, and yellows had been thrown together like a crazy man had attacked the place with some paint.

Welcome to your April Fools' Dance, children, adults, and alumni.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up, have at! Arrival | Food and Drink | Shadowy Corners | Karaoke | Dance Floor | Bathrooms | OOC ]]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After having Wyatt orb her to the island in the morning, Isabel had had an enjoyable ~~if entirely handwavey~~ lunch with Anders. She should have had Wyatt come back to get her after lunch, but the feeling of needing to be in Fandom had been too strong.

After spending the afternoon sitting on the beach, Isabel had gone for coffee and to wait for Wyatt to meet her. The feeling of waiting for something hadn't faded and she wondered if it would be possible to convince Wyatt to get a room at the hotel for the night.

[For one or two specifically, but open before they turn up.]

Current Mood: restless

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After getting settled at the hotel, Isabel made her way to the Perk. Finals were starting on Monday and she planned on getting some studying done while she waited for her coffee date.

Of course she'd probably get more studying done if she actually paid attention to her notes instead of watching who was coming and going in case it was someone she knew.

[OOC: Expecting one or two but absolutely open to all. I'm bored. Random bouts of SP through about 7:30 because of RLL]

Current Mood: cheerful

ihavenocodename.livejournal.com

Town Hall was all decked out in harvest theme with this being so close to Halloween and all. Pumpkins and squash and random corn! The corn, people! Think of the corn! But please, for the love of all that is holy, don't allow your children near it. Especially not the creepy gingers.

There was plenty of food and punch--not yet spiked--set to the side of the spacious room. Which left plenty of space for the general mulling about that kids were so fond of these days. Or dancing. And even the occasional dark bits in which to lurk. Have a fun homecoming, kiiiiids and remember to vote!

[[ Quick Links for when they're needed: Arrive and Mingle | Pictures | Foodnomnom | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corner | Chaperones | OOC ]]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had stayed away from the dance last night. So she was staying away from the brunch, too. Antisocial? Sue her.

She left a couple text messages for friends to let them know where she was, and settled in with a cocoa.

[ooc: expecting a few, but open to talk to Parker, and for all your coffee needs.]

loverlyviolets

The picnic shelters were decorated with gold streamers, of both the crepe paper and shiny metallic sort, and the appetizing scent of breakfast foods grilled ~~by NPC staff~~ filled the air. Bright summer flowers were draped over anything you could drape bright summer flowers over, with far less subtlety than there'd been at the dance, since this was out in the open air and people could get away from them if they so chose.

The sounds of summer in musical form -- not chosen by the provider of the flowers, no -- played lightly in the background.

[OOC: OCD is up, post is open, plaaaaaaay!]

Current Mood: summery

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The dance was still in full swing. It was still brightly decorated, the music was still pumping and the punch was completely spiked.

Have fun!

post 1 | arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc

[This is post two. ~~WAIT FOR THE OCD OR I WILL SEND YOU TO A FAKE TIMEZONE!~~ OCD IS UP! No one has to be banished to a fake timezone! Have fun!]

Current Mood: amused

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After settling in at the hotel, Isabel made a call then headed out to the Perk. There were people to catch up with.

She ordered a mocha and took a seat, carefully looking around to see if any random weetiny animals were about. There were certain kinds of Fandom weirdness that she missed.

Current Mood: happy

baskiceball.livejournal.com

"NOBODY TALK TO ME!" Marshall shouted as soon as he came into the bar. "NOBODY."

Marshall pointed at the zombie drummer. "Especially not you."

No, he didn't have a specific reason for pointing at the drummer. He just wanted to be dramatic.

Current Mood: crazy

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

After (a) waking up on freaking Galactica Point with Ronan, and (b) showering for about an hour to get the sea smell out of her hair, Parker felt... almost human. Nicotine-deprived, mildly hungover, and in caffiene withdrawal, but human. Now. If only they made amnesia in pill form, she'd be all set! Until then, there was pastry.

[open open open, especially if you encountered Parker at any point this weekend, sane or Soap Opera'd
ETA: The Isabel thread is last, but feel free to ping in with a 'previous' thread, or use for your own J,GOB and facepalming needs.]

laidanegg.livejournal.com

Dick woke up on a park bench. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he did know one thing definitively... "It was all just a dream," he said. But he said it quietly so that nobody might hear it. In fact, at the moment it seemed as if his entire purpose was to be in the background if anyone with an actual speaking part wandered by.

He was an extra. And he was suddenly reading a newspaper in order to guarantee that there was no eye contact made with more important people.

[OOC: Park is open for any parkly needs. Dick will not talk to anyone in the post. He may, however, move slightly in the background. Please don't mind him.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

There was a seal in the restaurant. Michael was amusing himself feeding it slightly outdated toppings.

( Specials )

Pizza Planet was open.

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Anders's last shift, and he was feeling a little bit -- okay, a lot wibbly and sentimental about the whole thing as he came in tonight. He thought he'd even miss Tino's olive-throwing.

And then a hail of olives came flying at him, thereby proving that Tino had actually gone ahead and figured out how to construct an olive trebuchet . . . and he wasn't so sure about missing that bit any more.

At least he had the consolation of making Tino clean up the mess.

[OOC: Up a bit early since I'm hitting the road home now! Will pick up tags from rest stops and such, and SP into tomorrow as needed -- yay for last-minute unplanned trips?]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel opened the store then settled down to read some magazines.

It was weird thinking it was her last day at work.

[OCD Free!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was comfortably ensconced at a table with a large mug of tea, a raspberry-lemon scone, and a stack of magazines that were more visual appeal then substance.

She was completely interruptible.

Current Mood: calm

ismyhairout.livejournal.com

The people in charge now knew where the kidnapped people were being kept. A party had gathered and they were on their way to the depths of the Underworld to bring their people back, no matter what stood in their way.

[OOC: For the raiding/rescue party and later in the OCD for the victims too. Please only join in if you specifically signed up for the raiding party.]

fh_beasties

Each person brought to the catacombs found themselves trapped in a cavern with seemingly no exit. It was cold and lighting was limited and even their own breathing would echo off the walls. The Nightmares were lurking, waiting for fresh minds to taste, to inhale the scent of fear and panic.

Tonight they would feast and the catacombs would fill with screams.

( Welcome to the Underworld )

[OOC: Once you've been kidnapped, ping in here. You're welcome to either play your thread out here or play it in your own journal and link to it here. For the sake of keeping things organized, please remember to link everything here. The Nightmares are just generic demons with no particular appearance. They'll look how you want them to look. Remember to check the email you received for any further details. If you need an NPC, head over to the NPC request post, but please remember that you're largely in charge of keeping yourself entertained. Have fun!]

fh_beasties

Pain, Panic and a few lesser demons had their orders. They had people to grab and take to the Nightmares in the catacombs of Tartarus. Simple enough, right?

Maybe not, but they hadn't had a direct order from Hades in an unthinkably long time. They weren't going to get this one wrong.

[OOC: For those who signed up to be victims so they can be kidnapped! NPC volunteers, please use generic demons, not Pain and Panic.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After making sure everything in the store was in order, Isabel settled in behind the counter with her laptop to do some research on things to see while driving from Alexandria to Roswell.

Pixie Dust was open.

[Crazy Summer Days! No OCD!]

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Amy McDonald - Mr. Rock & Roll

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel straightened up the store, then settled in with a magazine to pass the time.

Pixie Dust was open.

[No OCD today!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had been very tempted to skip work today and go back out to explore island and spend time on the beach. But she didn't.

She just spent a lot of time at the door, enjoying the tropical breezes.

[No OCD!]

Current Mood: relaxed

needsaparrot

Today there were bricks. Bricks and bricks and bricks. There was also a Xander standing next to them, and a dirt-trail already laid out for paving.

"No power tools or heavy machinery, what'm I gonna safety-lecture about?" he asked, scratching his head. Then he snorted. "Oh wait, this is Fandom, and I've met you people. Don't throw them, don't eat them, don't trade them to anybody for magic beans..."

There was more. It went on for a while. At one point he paused to feed a Twinkie to the small blue deer that nudged gently at his knee. That kind of while.

[OOC: is up! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help beautify the park.]

Current Mood: hopeful

needsaparrot

The Guy With Tools behind the counter today is actually helping with the advertising for once: he's got a knife and a piece of wood, and he's whittling. He's not sure what he's whittling - from the look of it, and the fact that he's doing it mostly to keep his hands busy while he thinks, it's going to end up the world's most perfectly polished toothpick.

[OOC: Open like a thing that's not closed!]

Current Mood: thoughtful

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel was grateful for several things this morning. She wasn't hungover, she had a large and delicious mocha to enjoy, and radio hadn't reported anything but the basic facts about her and Meg's night out. It meant she didn't need to hide the next time she saw Dean or Alec.

Plus they were one day closer to moving back to the dorms.

Pixie Dust was open.

[OCD Free Zone!]

Current Mood: mellow

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Faith was bored. So Faith was running a special.

SHOW OFF YOUR INK
One free drink if you've gone under the needle

She was, of course, wearing something sleeveless to show off her own tattoo.

Caritas was open.

Current Mood: amused

intraspective

Ino was curled up in one of the comfortable chairs, mutinously sipping on a mint chocolate chip cold drink thing (which, yes, was her breakfast--Ino was ignoring the fact that it was really really not a healthy breakfast), and glaring balefully at the rain.

Stupid rain. It was totally ruining her plans to train more. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had to prove tomorrow to Temari that she wasn't entirely useless Ino would probably be out in the rain anyway. But with her luck... she'd wind up sick if she tried that today. And Temari was going to be enough of a pain (and painful, Ino strongly suspected, very painful) tomorrow that she didn't dare risk it.

So, instead, she was poking dispiritedly at Kabuto's laptop and attempting to figure out what all of his research meant.

His codes, she was finding, were definitely not her friends. Stupid everything.

[Open!]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel opened the store on time, then pulled up the UNLV website to review her class selections before registration. The question was, did she really want to take seventeen credit hours over three days, even if it would give her Thursdays and Fridays free?

[OCD free! Sporadically AFK due to RL.]

Current Mood: contemplative

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

Isabel had a stack of magazines, a giant mocha, and a muffin. Life was good.

Pixie Dust was open.

[ooc: Living on the wild side, no OCD today.]

Current Mood: cheerful

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

Charlotte always found a new exhibit opening to be exciting, and she was a little surprised that she actually wasn't feeling too nervous about this one, either! With the exception of a few of the artist's pastels and wall sculptures, the majority of the Bruce Naigles pieces were scattered aesthetically on the main gallery floor, and her personal favorite took the center position. The table of treats and hors devours was set out, as well as the amazing punch fountain, and everything was ready!

The York Gallery was open!

[[ ocd ~~on the way~~ is up!; be mindful that many of the links will take you to lots of artistic nudity; up early because I have a brief social life tonight, oooh ]]

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---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

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