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It was one of those insufferably nice seasonal afternoons, the type Fandom only broke out for major events: the temperature was charmingly brisk, the trees an autumnal red-and-yellow, and birds sang their merry fall songs in the trees - when they weren't tussling with the squirrels.

A glittery banner hung over the entrance to the park, drawing in all newcomers:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2022!

Welcome, friends, family, and other hangers-on! We're glad to see you! As far as you know!

[[ all PW guest applications have been accepted! ]]

drumsticksandd20s

Last day of June, and that meant it was time for the Pride decorations to come down.

Most of them, anyway: the signs and posters from past Pride events, the lesbian flag that spent most of the year hanging over Steph's drums, and about half of the minis in rainbow colors that made up her shelf-top display got packed away into the well-worn box that had come with her all the way from Arcadia Bay. But the flag up in the front window was staying there, the other half of the minis were just going to be a permanent installation, and the Queer Games display was staying right where it was.

Look, it was her store. It wasn't just going to be seasonally queer if she had anything to say about it.

Hell if Steph knew what she was going to do about the pine cones though. Maybe they'd go back to being normal brown pine cones, abnormally accumulating all over the store, by tomorrow? Guess she'd find out.

[OOC: Open!]

drumsticksandd20s

There was a rainbow. An actual rainbow arcing up over the island: a Fandom Pride tradition, actually, as Steph found out from one of the ~~NPC~~ workers helping with setup. (Which she wouldn't argue about; that was pretty perfect, if you asked her.)

And the park? It was an explosion of color, with rainbow pennant banners strung up over the picnic table area (where the tablecloths were in all the different colors of the progress Pride flag) and various Pride flags put up pretty much everywhere.

On one side of the picnic area a very large rainbow bounce house/inflatable slide formed the centerpiece of the carnival area, and yes, one side of the slide did dump people out into a rainbow ballpit. A couple of smaller rides and some games were spread out surrounding the slide, as well as all the booths set up by local businesses and groups.

On the other side of the picnic area was the stage, set up for karaoke or any open mic adventures people might care to have; beside the stage was a portable and semi-automated DJ setup, which explained the source of the music playing from the speakers whenever the stage wasn't in use.

Sure, it was pretty humid out, but arguably it wouldn't be Pride if you didn't have to remember to use sunscreen and stay hydrated.

[OOC: OCD is up. Happy Pride, Fandom!]

somethingwithturquoise

Summer never needed an excuse for a random-ass theme to her jello shots, but sometimes, she did like to take one and run with it, so she was definitely going to blame helping Tisarwat and Lucille yesterday move for her inspiration this Wednesday.

Tino wearing a monocle and a tophat was, she assumed, unrelated, but she honestly did not care to find out.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First one free for all Wednesday Activity participants!

Long Island Ice Tea
Sweet Tea
Chai
Arnold Palmer
Poached Egg on Watercress

Caritas is open!

solo_sword

The park was the site of many a Jaina Solo wedding, so here we all were again! It'd been a couple years at least, okay?

The seats were set up for people to gather and watch on either side of the aisle, and flowers featured ge wily in the decor because someone's idea of weddings was more or less just "flowers," and Jaina and Kennedy were ready to commit to each other for the rest of their lives. (Despite already being married to other people.) (Details.)

It was a beautiful day and surely nothing would spoil it!

good_for_six

As suitably dramatic fog rolled into the harbour, an equally dramatic and somewhat familiar ship by slid out of the fog and up to the dock.

A very dramatic, familiar, and pantsless pirate swung off the deck and landed on the dock. "Set fire to my tits and call me Andraste," Isabela declared to am audience that might be about. "Didn't think I'd wash up back here anytime soon."

Oh, well, time to see if Fandom was still as full of fun and attractive people as it used to be.

[Open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

omgnochecksyet

Just when you thought it was time for the island's collective consciousness to maybe move on from the whole sharkicane thing... along came Homecoming! Well, the theme was actually "Under the Sea", but like the Student Council wasn't going to have glitter-encrusted sharks feature heavily in the decorations? Please.

Of course, it wasn't just sharks: there were plenty of glitter-dolphins, and fish, and ~~octopuses~~ ~~octopi~~ octopodes too. Jellyfish-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, and strategically-placed LED projectors were set up to complete the underwater ambiance.

[ooc: OCD is a go!: Arrive/Mingle | Photographs | Food/Punch | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Homecoming Court | OOC ]

bigdamnprincipal

It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, glittery red eyes.

Nothing in the decorations looked like a rabbit though. Some memories were just too much to make fun of.

Welcome to Prom, folks!

[OCD is up! Getting this up early for potential SP needs! | Arrive/Mingle : Photographer : Food and Punch : Dance Floor : Shadowy Corners : Chaperones : Prom Court : OOC ]

fjordicswagger

"Okay, what is this nerdy crap?"

The piece of paper in Tamsin's hands was definitely some kind of nerdy crap, she was sure of it. Still, it was their best shot at at least getting the island back to somewhere that had actually decent bars.

She eyed the weird rocks embedded into the wall by Galactica Point. "I always thought some kid with too much time and no basement to fester in had come up with this," she muttered. She glanced over her shoulder at the waiting hordes. "Okay, here we go. Up, up, down, down--"

Oh god. It really was nerdy crap.

[[ ocd is up! have at! new rooms might be added throughout the day, depending. ]]

boneyard_girl

Considering the squirrels had roused her at way too early o' clock, Ada had decided it was better to head to the store from the radio station instead of the dorms.

She wasn't going to stay open all day, but this was kinda a public service, and she grabbed some markers and quickly wrote up a big sign to stick in the window.

Need Emergency Clothing?
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Demon Marcus was open, at least until lunch time, and the mer~~maid~~man? was in.

endsthegame

Their efforts against the monsters yesterday had had a real effect. There was nothing left to do for now besides find the monster that lived in the principal's tower-- perhaps with her death, something would change.

And so, a small group assembled on Sunday morning to make that a reality.

( Zoe was less than pleased about the current state of affairs on her island. )

[[ much love to our fighters

uncertain_dume,

vdistinctive,

goodforsix,

raven_unhollow and of course the fantastic

bigdamndean! small OCD ~~coming~~ up! ]]

sexyanglerfish.livejournal.com

The weather may have been dreary, but that didn't seem to bother the woman standing on the docks by the gangplank of the ship bobbing slowly with the waves (well, maybe not entirely with the waves, if you were paying attention). Then again, nothing much had bothered the woman for a long, long time. Not since before she'd been less and more than she was now.

Isabela, though, Isabela was hungry, and her timbers creaked, and the rags of her sails flapped in the non-existent breeze.

[Open.]

bigdamnprincipal

To signify the start of Homecoming Weekend, the park had been transformed once more into a bright, noisy carnival for the students and staff, residents of the town and, most importantly, any alumni who'd decided to come back for a visit.

The weather was still a little unseasonably warm during the day, which was probably good news for everyone potentially getting wet, and there were plenty of opportunities for fun and personal enjoyment... whatever your definition of that term might be!

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]

craftyladyparts.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Unlike most 3MDs, there didn't seem to be a host. The zombies were just set up, all quiet, when the lights went out.

After a few moments, music started to play. A man's voice started to sing "Ooooooooh" while backing vocals repeated "come on."

The first chorus played before a voice that might have been familiar to longtime residents came up and completely failed to introduce himself. "Welcome to Three Minute Dates. I gave this CD to Tino years ago, just in case this thing I started turned a sexy, legal to drink in the rest of the country 21. In honor of that, have an open bar, courtesy of me, to make sure my name is never forgotten. When somebody reads your names or whatever happens, pair up, get drunk, and let those beer goggles take over for three minutes until this sound plays."

The song cued back up, singing, "You're hopelessly HOPELEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" It was, perhaps, a mixed message.

"Have fun. And try not to bang too many people at once, like I'm definitely doing right now."

Finally the lights came back on. Jessica turned to Tino at the bar, taking a free drink, and asked, "Who was that?" Tino just shrugged. He clearly knew, but he was admitting to nothing.

[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.

OCD starts now. If I fall asleep before it's done, don't mind me. I'll finish up when I wake up. ETA: That's happening. Final 2 rounds posted when I wake up. Feel free to start on the first 3 rounds now. FINALLY DONE!

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. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

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

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

rebelseekspizza

It was the end of the term. A bunch of people Dante knew were leaving. Others were staying, but they still deserved a decent send-off to the summer. Besides, screw it, they'd all earned a distraction. So after sending text messages to a whole bunch of people on the island, Dante pulled on a pair of black and red swim trunks (hey, Isabela had asked), bought a cheap one-use barbecue... thing and a ton of meat, and made his way down to the beach.

Picked up a lost volleyball on the way, too.

And okay, if he could rope someone else into manning the barbecue, he would. But right now, he'd set it up, get a nice fire going, and then fantasize about Iz and Ada playing beach volleyball.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! dante's ICly invited only those who know who they are, but it's a public party on a public beach, the more the merrier! eta: some use of weed in the comments. ]]

rebelseekspizza

The warehouse Ringo had picked out really was the best one of the lot: everything was intact and reasonably clean, just empty. The ground floor had a huge empty area that Dante had immediately claimed as the site of their party. Between him (and okay fine, his StuCo experience) and Ringo, they'd gotten a sound system set up and repurposed a minifridge or two for drinks. Dante was a little sketchy on where they'd gotten the cooler from, but between those three things and the stuff that didn't need to be cold, he figured they were full up on booze and soda.

He'd dragged Ada in to pretty up the place: glitter and shiny lights and all that stuff. (There was even a big, glittery WELCOME BACK sign now.)

Ringo had sent around the invites. Dante had finally let Anders know there was a party in his name that afternoon.

All set.

[[ ANDERS' WELCOME BACK PARTY. If you think Ringo got you an invite, you did. If you think your character heard about the party through the grapevine, they did. ~~wait for the~~ ocd is up! up early 'cause party, la. ]]

rebelseekspizza

Second shift. Still too freaking early; Dante had rolled out of bed, thrown on some clothes, and blearily marched over here with a cup of something that was more sugar than anything else. Whatever weirdness was happening on the island hadn't become obvious to him yet - he hadn't talked to anyone.

Well, he hadn't noticed the weirdness happening to him; the in-store stereo was another thing completely. It didn't matter what CDs he fed into the system, they all came out as something else. Usually depressing stuff. How many times could a guy hear Sia's 'Chandelier' without losing it?

Apparently Dante was about to find out today.

Eventually he stuck his headphones on and put on his phone playlist instead-- which flicked to Skunk Anansie and would not let up.

There was just no winning today.

[[ open! ]]

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]]

boneyard_girl

Ada had fallen asleep in her tank last night. Where else did she sleep these days? But when she woke up... this, this water was fresh, she could feel the springs that were feeding into it, the cool currents sliding past her skin. Was that a rock? And another rock and... a fish? No one put fish in her tank, that was a recipe for disaster. Tasty disaster, but disaster.

A flip of her tail and Ada was barreling towards the surface at a speed no human could match, breaking past the water and-- huh. She couldn't see the bone yard anywhere. She recognized the smell of that bit of ocean, though, its familiar song starting to unfurl in the back corner of her brain as the sight of Selkie Peak loomed over her.

Ada sighed and hauled herself out of the lake on to a decent-sized flat slab of rock, ringing out her hair. "Well an' fine, I guess that's one way to get me to attend the reunion," she sighed, shaking her head. "Though can't say I much appreciate the magical kidnapping. You best put me back where you found me, Fandom, 'cause I got two shows on Monday when we hit Texas!"

And for the first time in three years, Ada Miller, the Arizona Mermaid and star of the Miller Family Carnival, was back in Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

boneyard_girl

After class and her... intervention, it was a restless Ada behind the counter at Demon Marcus today. And if she spent most of her time gazing out the window in the direction of Milliways, well, someone would much rather be people-watching instead of waiting for customers.

She'd put in just enough effort to write up a sign and toss it in the window, and now was going to spend the rest of her shift daydreaming unless someone came along and made her work.

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Look, Ada didn't promise she'd give anyone good fashion advice, but at least it would be entertaining.

boneyard_girl

Ada hated when the island was this quiet, this small. It always ignited the wanderlust that was barely contained under her skin, tempting her to get out of town before something else weird happened.

She'd taken the long way to work to try and soothe the itch, stopping at Qwick Stop to leave an offering for the cat, get a coffee from Perk and something sweet from JGoB, before finally getting to the store and flipping on the lights.

Demon Marcus was open, and your sales girl was in -- a bit twitchy, but in.

halfaclink.livejournal.com

Over by the front door was a sign reading:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Earlier in the evening there was general milling about and Tino serving drinks and such, but then, just before 8, music swelled.

( I accidentally wrote an intro song for Frank to sing oops. )

"Now hit the gong, I'll be at the bar!"

A gong sounded - just as it would at the end of all rounds - as Frank left the stage with two empty glasses in his place.

[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. Any dates where Randy the RNG Love Potioned you has an asterisk (*) next to your name in the subject line. Everyone who opted in has TWO RNGed Love Potion Rounds, but ALL PEOPLE are welcome to use the love potion in more rounds if they would like, whether you asked for love potion in the signups or not.

~~Starting the OCD!~~ HAVE AT IT.

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.]

boneyard_girl

So, Ada had forgotten to come in yesterday. Given that she had TWO classes and had to find where they were and deal with the first week hustle-and-bustle of the dorms, she could be forgiven.

Besides, she didn't think Sparkle was that strict of a 'boss' or whatever.

So she was here, sitting on the counter and clutching her thermos of coffee like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. What do you know about a mermaid's dietary needs?

The sign in the window was still up, and Demon Marcus was open.
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heroic_jawline

After the Avengers had sent Loki with Thor back to their home planet (a fact he didn't dwell too much on in case his head exploded. Aliens existed, apparently, and enjoyed capes, drama, and inflicting massive property damage. Huh.), Steve'd taken off for a road trip to see America.

Well, if he was being honest--and he tried to be--it was to get out of New York, which was both too much like it used to be and heartbreakingly unfamiliar. At least the flat parts of the country were still reassuringly flat, and pie and cheap coffee were still pretty much the same.

He'd dropped off of SHIELD's radar, and had been...if not content, at least finding his new neutral, when a waitress in Rapid City, South Dakota had winked at him. "Phone's for you, hon," she said, pointing behind the counter. "You're Steve, right? You look like a Steve."

And that's when Steve had discovered 1) he hadn't been off the radar at all 2) Nick Fury was a terrifyingly efficient man and 3) Steve was apparently now a high school teacher.

And two days late already to his new job. He took another day and a half to drive back across the country out of sheer stubbornness, parked his motorcycle in the parking lot and walked across the causeway with his worldly possessions slung in a US Army-issue duffel and a circular leather bag along his back.

He stopped halfway across and stared up and up and up at the castle.

"Well, this sure isn't public school," he commented dryly, swiping his hair out of his eyes and squaring his shoulders.

Here went nothin'.

[OOC: omg so open.]

fjordicswagger

Right. Tamsin had spent the past hour or three killing things in front of the community center. It was getting old.

Luckily for her, she still had the megaphone.

"HEY!" she barked. "ANYBODY WHO WANTS THIS STUPID BRAIN-SQUEEZER TO GO AWAY AND CAN KICK SOME ASS, GET OUT HERE."

This also alerted every monster in the general area, but she didn't care.

"IF YOU CAN'T KICK SOME ASS, BUT YOU KNOW SOME CHILDREN WHO LOVE CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER, OR YOU KNOW HOW TO PARTY, MAKE SURE YOU GET TO THE COMMUNITY CENTER BRIGHT AND EARLY TOMORROW."

She lowered the megaphone and cleared her throat. Loudly.

"OKAY, NOW LET'S MAKE THIS TOWN SAFE."

[[ FIGHTY POST! ~~hold on for the~~ ocd up! ]]

notgetkilled

The last time he'd opened up the shop, he'd had to guard it against tiny children who did not need to get their hands on firearms and any other weapons. That seemed to have worn off now so Bellamy propped the door open to let in some fresh air.

He'd picked up a cup of coffee on his way in and was sipping that behind the counter while he flipped idly through a magazine someone had left in the store at some point.

[Open, no OCD]

good_for_six

Yesterday had been bad enough for a girl used to (and dressed for) Rivaini weather, but today was ridiculously cold as far as Naishe was concerned and her top priority today had been finding somewhere to get a hot meal. Indoors.

Even after she'd found this place, between her lack of letters and lack of coin actually getting that meal was an adventure in itself (though one aided by the fact the staff were used to weekends like this and she wasn't asking for one of the Perk's more caffeinated monstrosities), but she finally had a plate of warm pastries and a pot of sweet, spiced tea in front of her.

Which meant it was as good a time as any to take out her deck of cards and practice her shuffle.

[Open]

notgetkilled

Bellamy was not pint sized and he was glad for that. He had, however, noticed the multitude of tiny people wandering around so he'd prepared accordingly.

By locking the front door of the store.

The sign still read open but he wasn't about to have some tiny kid wander in and get their hands on a firearm. He was reckless but he also had a little sister and he didn't want anything to happen to anyone that small.

[Open]

Current Mood: amused

good_for_six

Moored at the docks was a magnificent two-masted sailing ship. Clean lines, built for speed and manoeuvrability, the words Siren's Call emblazoned on the hull.

There was also a suspiciously fresh sign by the gangplank.

No Pictures, Please.

Isabela, no.

[Open for all your dockly needs.]

throughaphase

After hanging out with dinosaurs for a week and having a lot of questions re: ethics, it was time to get back to normal. With a scavenger hunt. As you do.

People were to meet at Caritas in the morning, where they'd be given their teams and lists, and then hopefully they'd get around town without doing too much damage. Cross your fingers.

And Kitty or Tino or the flamingo would be at the bar pretty much the whole day in case of problems, and also in case of drinks. Though both Tino and the flamingo were steadfastly refusing to be involved in the scavenger hunt shenanigans, which marked the first time they'd ever agreed on anything.

suitably_heroic

Hope you packed all your raptor-proof clothing, kids! It's another semester, another trip, and the school wasn't responsible for providing you with anti-raptor gear. So.

Atton was the first to arrive on the scene, which annoyed him to no end. He sat his luggage down, sat down on the luggage, and looked around.

Right. Time to assemble, kids.

[[ la la la fall trip! open for all your gathering up needs ]]

not_a_moonie

A meeting room at the community center had been nicely appointed for an evening show of students' work, with pieces hung on the walls and a small stage set aside for monologues and musical performances. The food wasn'tquite as abundant as it had been the day before, but there was still plenty of cheese, crackers, crudités and non-alcoholic beverages to go around -- plus some wine for anyone who was or could pass for 21.

And, of course, there was glitter on every horizontal surface. Some traditions were important.

throughaphase

There was a sign on the front door:

CARITAS PRESENTS:
3 MINUTE DATES

At eight on the dot, the zombies began playing lounge music, and Kitty stepped out onstage. After being here four years, being present for several of these things and even participating in a couple, it was her first time actually announcing this thing. Weird.

"Welcome to Three Minute Dates!" she began. "Hopefully you signed up for this, and if not, then Caritas is not liable for any discomfort, annoyance, or soaked belongings that may happen over the course of the night. When you hear your name, find the person you're matched with. You'll have three minutes to get to know them, and then there'll be a... I don't know, a gong or a buzzer or whatever, and then you're on to the next date, for a total of five rounds. If you like someone, the bar'll be open afterwards to get a drink and maybe get some more time with them. So with tha-"

And with that, an air horn sounded almost directly behind Kitty, from an overzealous zombie who had just learned how that worked.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, why did that just happen."

[Ten comments = three minutes, five per person. You don't have to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~OCD beginning! Do not ping in before it's done or I will smack you.~~ OCD up! Thanks

craftyladyparts for the assist!

If you find something wrong, it's Nick's fault. Get him on AIM or the OCD and it'll get fixed.

Most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish up on Sunday, you do you.]

rebelseekspizza

Weird girl with rocket-inline skates incident notwithstanding, the Kwik Stop roof had turned out to be a pretty nice place to unwind and have a smoke last week. Enough so that Dante decided to come back there after classes this week, just to smoke and dangle his legs over the edge and watch the normal blue-and-white of this sky drifting past. It wasn't quite a here-have-some-privacy-yourself apology to Anders, so much, but he had spared the guy a thought before leaving.

"Hey, you," he said. "Decided to come back after all, huh?"

The cat mewed and set his ass down next to Dante, looking up at him expectantly. Dante reached out and obligingly scritched it behind the ears.

"Well, at least you don't beat around the bush," he said. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and produced some lunch meat he'd stolen from the third floor common room that morning. "Here. You look famished."

The stray practically inhaled the meat. He had to watch with a smile, like-- "Glad you're happy." In response, the cat stretched out and ran his claws over Dante's pants. He was fine with that. They could stand to get a little more ripped, anyway.

[[ open! eta: isabela thread is here ]]

notgetkilled

Bellamy had a lot (a lot) of excess energy that needed to be burned off today. Sitting behind the counter just wasn't going to cut it so he was up and around, cleaning guns, disassembling and reassembling them, stocking ammunition, and just generally pacing around.

He couldn't really say where this had come from but something was gonna have to give later. He'd either be going out for a long run or he'd be going out to the mainland to find something to do. He wasn't sure which.

[Open, no OCD]

boneyard_girl

The boardwalk wasn't the carnival, but it had funnel cakes and ice cream, vendors, tourists, and there were the rails. It wasn't the same, but close. So close. The sun on her skin felt good, and if she focused, she could ignore the constant tugging of the nearby ocean in the back of her brain.

Autumntime was harvesttime. Harvesttime was Carnival time, and Ada had to do something or she was going to scream in frustration at being away from her family for so long. If she couldn't go back to the carnival yet...she'd make her own.

And so it came to pass that Ada was currently balanced atop one of the rails, bare feet running lightly along the metal as executed a pirouette, much the joy of her enraptured audience. They were too busy enthralled by how effortless she stood there to notice the slightly-webbed toes. Besides, she'd body-glittered it up today even more than usual, to hide the scales. "To your left, we have the shopping," she said, sweeping a bow and kicking one leg out behind her to the applause of passing ~~NPC~~ people. "You could go down to the beach and get sand in uncomfortable places, of course, but we have funnel cakes and ice cream, entertainment and a lighthouse. Restaurants galore, and trinkets you've never seen before. And when the sun goes down, we're just getting started!"

"Now, who's going to be next to try and find my pretty seashell?" Of course she was running a shell game. She didn't have an actual event to barker for, so Ada might as well make some cash for herself. "A dollar a try, four tries for three!"

[OOC: 1st DAY OFF IN 21 DAYS. OPEN POST IS OPEN!]

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]

smartestone

Hermoine had changed over ~~the course of the gremlin bite~~ teh summer. No longer was she Hermine Grainer, Hogwarts student and brain! No, now she was Serena Moonstar Fairyweather, a witch who is also part vampire and angle, and also went to Slytherin. But now. She's graduated, and she is an ordinary collage student who is really plain but also really beautiful and the most powerful with ever, except she was clumsy and fell down all the time. She had super long honey blond hair with bubblegum pink tips and had ceruleen blue orbs that changed color when she changed moods but she was just really ordinary like you or me. She was wearing daisy dukes and a black tank top and jewelllry she got from Hot Topic like anyone else her age. She was really depressed because she couldn't find a boyfriend but her roommate was going to have her go interview some guy so maybe she would find one there.

She was walking along and fell down. "Oh I'm so clumsy" she said

[It had to be done. OPEN.]

bitten_notshy

The school year had begun afresh for the students ... and that included Jack. His law classes hadn't even started yet, but he still had emails from professors to answer and textbooks to buy and (as always) paperwork to fill in.

He busied himself at the bar with all of that, but not before eyeing Tiny's sign of the day skeptically.

New drink today: Glitter rum!

The squirrels, he suspected, had been busy.

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There had been nothing strange going on this weekend, which in itself was strange. Not that Isabela was always aware of any strangeness, giving that everything on the bloody island was strange. Ha.

So it was a relaxed pirate who sat behind the bar tonight. The pages she'd been scribbling at last week seemed to have multiplied and occasionally she would cackle as she added on another bit. Writing could be so much fun.

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Isabela was in a fine mood today. She'd spent most of her day at Fandom's latest destination. There was the scent of sea in the air again and she'd watched the ships pulling in and out of the port. Some of them had been galleys and she couldn't help but ponder what it'd be like to own one. Watching all those fine rowers pull at the oars. Such a fine view. Add the nice amount of gold she'd made leaping over bulls and she could grow to like this Atlantis.

Maybe tomorrow she'd find her entertainment there for the evening. For now, she sad as usual behind the bar. A glass of fine wine beside her as she scribbled away at some crumpled up pages. There was a good chance it was a story of a beautiful pirate queen and her faithful rowers. Ahem.

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There was no incessant rain anymore, and that was enough of a victory to Isabela who had started to worry her daggers might just rust in their sheaths if it let on. This new place they landed in wasn't all that bad and the few people who'd drifted in from the mainland were seedy and gritty in all the right ways. Well, ways she could relate to at least, more than she could to the cleanliness of Fandom either way.

She had a little bet on with one of those cowboys as they seemed to call themselves to see who could drink the most. So she was a couple of dollars richer and her mood was a little more mellow thanks to the drink.

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No really, the rain was getting beyond old. Maybe she needed to think of investing in a cloak. It would help the whole getting soaked thing.

Isabela set up behind the bar, pouring herself a drink to warm up. She was rather oblivious to what was going on, even if she'd known to listen to the radio, it probably would have passed her by. This world was strange and its quirks so fair were impossible for her to discern. So it was that she sat behind the bar, whetting her knives as she would on any other day.

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It was still raining and Isabela looked much like a drowned cat when she made it to the Devil's Nest, a little too late. Today's attempt at exploring this city had not gone well and truly wrong, but Isabela was still unscathed and no one would be the wiser. Honestly, that place had been more confusing than the island was, and Isabela could admit when she was in over her head. She was also rather good at getting the hell out of dodge.

Her bandanna was spread out on the towel rack and she was trying to get her hair to dry. At least the whiskey was helping her to warm up. Now if only the music wouldn't be quite so headache inducing. What was that anyway? Her crew had been more musical than that.

nookiepowered

Not that Bo needed a list of reasons to be in a good mood; she'd usually settle for just one and cling to it like a slightly-desperate barnacle. This time, though...

Whoever she'd been last weekend had still filled out her timecard. Yay, paycheck.

She wasn't him anymore, which meant:
1. She wasn't a sweet but naive idiot.
2. She wasn't from Indiana.
3. She had breasts.
4. What? She liked breasts.

Mmm, death gods.

She'd think of something else later.

So today, your bartender would be smiling at you. Possibly slightly wider if you had breasts. What? She liked breasts.

[Open!]

Current Mood: pleased

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Isabela was still uncertain what to make of this weekend. Apparently the island had gone insane, or so Eric had told her and she wondered if staying on an island with a mental state wasn't a rather bad idea. Sure, there was some rather fun aspects but getting caught up in someone else's insanity seemed like a bad idea when you were perfectly capable of creating your own kind of insanity. Maybe that was why Bo had run off.

Isabela couldn't fault her if that were the case, not when she was staring with something close to horror at that evening's DJ.

nookiepowered

Even after a couple weeks on the island, Woody Boyd still wasn't sure how he'd ended up here when he was heading for Boston, but he sure wasn't going to knock it. The pay was good, there were no pigs in the club except for Friday nights when those 3 talking ones came in and sat around complaining about the price of straw, wood, and bricks, and everybody around here was just so goldarned friendly!

If maybe a little weird. City folks; what could you do?

[Open!]

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Eric and Jack were back in front of the classroom again, and laptops had been placed on each person's desk. "Tonight we will work with a simulation that will let you experience the importance of making proper financial decisions without risking any real money," Eric said.

Via being stranded on a weird planet full of slime. Eric thought he was amusing. "Please run through the simulation and then tell us how much money you managed to save up by July. Could you afford your return ticket home?"

Eric had been able to, easily. Jack...not so much. "What investments did you make? Did you choose to eat less food, commute? Skip vacations?" He waved his hand. "And yes, before anyone complains, the simulation doesn't make allowance for enhanced abilities to glamour people into doing what you want or the money you'd save if don't have to eat food."

He was thinking of writing an email.

...okay, not really.

Current Mood: busy

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It was Isabela's third shift at the bar, the number suddenly seemed daunting. Somehow she'd managed to stumble upon the perfect hiding place, but she was starting to wonder if it was not too perfect. She couldn't stay here forever and she'd have to somehow try to make contact with someone in Kirkwall. Not that she knew how and maybe she would be able to think better if she could feel the lurch of a ship underneath her feet.

The Devil's Nest wasn't a ship, however. It very much remained still and so Isabela sat behind the counter, her feet propped up on a crate. She'd poured herself a glass of whiskey and pushed away the questions that weren't getting an answer right now. It was far more entertaining to think of the fun she had been having. Fandom was not without its diversions. Pretty diversions.

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