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just-add-starch.livejournal.com

It was going to be a hot day and, as such, the NPC Landscaping crew had thought ahead and had erected a few tents over the garden area so people wouldn't swelter. They'd still have to battle the heat but the sun would be less intense.

The trees that had been planted last week were now being tended to and today's job was back to planting flowers in the garden. The lot was large, giving the workers a lot of room to plant. The NPC Landscaping crew was hopeful for variety and a lot of pretty colors.

They weren't a fickle bunch.

Current Mood: awake

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

The lot near the community center was bustling with activity this morning. Despite the holiday being yesterday, everyone was awake and not showing any signs of being too full, too burned on fireworks or too hungover. That was a good thing since today, there were trees being put in.

Several small flowering trees were situated away from the lot, waiting to be planted. There were landscapers tending to the ground and digging the holes and it was up to those working the project today to get the trees planted and situated. It would be strenuous work but ultimately rewarding.

Current Mood: good

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Even though it was a break week, Fraser was still out supervising the community project. Work didn't stop just because classes did, after all. The gardeners and landscapers were in the lot near the community center today, getting started on the very large garden that was due to be started there.

Landscaping supplies were piled neatly on the outside of the lot and there were already people hard at work planting flowers and laying down mulch. It was a nice day, the sun was shining and it wasn't oppressively hot.

It was a good day to be outside.

Current Mood: dorky

ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com

Naomi was on time for her shift, she was trying hard not to think about the fact that is was going to be her last one before she left Fandom.

She busied herself in making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was behidn the counter for the start of his shift. Not even the mariachi music could lift up his spirits.

He was wearing his mortarboard (but not the gown), anxious as to what would would be happening with his life now that he had graduated.

He was also eyeing the "Now Hiring" sign and wondering if he should put that up in the window.

[Imperial Brim open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack looked around the shop. It might be the last time he saw the place from behind the counter, now that he'd graduated and had to move on. Eventually.

Today, he was plotting world domination, using camera lenses and talking in a robotic voice like that time on Mr. What where they were in World War II in London.

[Photo Hut is open! Also, Photo Hut is hiring!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was behind the counter at The Imperial Brim flipping through a magazine. It was totally work related, as it was an entertainment mag detailing outrageous hats from people like Cher and Lady Gaga. He was just reading it for the articles, not to snicker at the 'fashion' photos.

[The Imperial Brim is open!]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was behind the counter of the Photo Hut.

No, really. Hiding, ducked down and everything, not wanting to meet anyone he'd interacted with over the weekend when he was under three feet tall.

Stupid island.

[Open, especially if you want to pester not!wee!tiny Jack!]

notquitewright.livejournal.com

Marcus (who was as yet unaware of the influx of wee tiny people) stopped dead several feet from where the junkyard had been. And he stared.

The junkyard was still there. It was simply at the bottom of eight feet of clear, clean water.

...which was being contained by a chain link fence.

Somewhat warily, Marcus approached and wiggled his fingers through the fence. They got wet. Apparently this was actually happening.

The junkyard was now a lake of sorts. Where the gate had been there were now stairs, leading up to a wooden wharf to which miniature boats were tethered. Not just any boats, however. These were special boats! Scaled down, simplified versions of the classic Chinese Junk.

So, technically, it was still a Junk Yard.

The boats were ready to be played with, and came equipped with an array of water pistols and Nerf weapons. They also had a rubber bumper all around the edges, so bumping into another Junk would cause no harm.

The Junk Yard was open, and the Junks ready and waiting for any wee tinies who fancied a boat ride or a wee boat battle.

[There was just no possible way to resist turning the junkyard into a Junk Yard :D. Should you want Marcus, I'll be around in the afternoon.

Some more info: think of the Junks like watergoing dodgem cars, or bumper boats, motorised, with the same kind of controls. They sport a wide variety of moddable harmless water and Nerf based weaponry. The same Fandom magic that turns weapons to toys will ensure that no one drowns if they fall in; they will simply float to the edge.

ETA: If you have a ship in the junkyard, first, apologies - I forgot about them when planning this. Second, they will be fine and accessible at midnight when water et al disappears. If you need access today, there will be a magic corridor in the water which will let you in and your ship out.]

ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com

Naomi was on time for her shfit, making sure that everything was set up and organized. Once she had made sure that everything was ready, she sat down to go over last minute revision for her History of Medicine final that was in period two.

Stark Industries is open.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Bored Jack was bored, and was trying on hats--er, testing the wares. Really.

Mortarboards seem to be completely pointless. The flat part has a dangly bit, and that kept Jack busy for a few moments as he kept swinging the tassel and trying to catch it in his mouth.

The Imperial Brim is open for all your hat needs.

wantstodirect

It was time to put on makeup. It was time to dress up right. It was time to raise the curtain on the Mup- er, on Richard III tonight.

Tony'd put on a nice shirt to be Director Guy, but the sweat and dust from running around backstage kind of ruined the effect. How the heck did Geoffrey do this "live" stuff all the time? No wonder the guy was certifiable.

[OCD up!]

Current Music: The Muppet Show

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

It was almost summertime, and Jack was not happy with how pasty he looked.

Anyone coming into the shop would see shirtless Jack sitting in a beach chair under the lighting setup, wearing sunglasses and a goofy grin, working on his tan.

Photo Shop is open.

bitten_notshy

Some particular path of internet research lead Jack to an archive of terrible fan fiction. He didn't even know most of the characters mentioned on any but the most surface level, but it didn't matter; his horrified fascination with the physical impossibilities kept him reading. And when he saw there was a post labeled as Darkest Knight RPF that seemed to be about Lee having an, ah, interesting time of it ... he felt vicariously embarrassed for Tony, but not enough to keep him from reading.

It would be a bad day for Miss Cabot to interrupt him at "work."

[OOC: Open law office, no OCD, DK RPF suggested by

wantstodirect ages ago.]

Current Mood: enthralled

atreideslioness

Tyler seemed a little worn-out as the group gathered today. "Welcome to the end of the school year," he said flatly. "Next weekend, finals are done and we're pulling up stakes until things settle in a little for the summer. Let's make our fights today worth it. Deadpool, Anakin -- show the kids how it's done."

Ghanima nodded crisply in agreement before rattling off the other matches quickly and efficiently. "Get to it," she added. "I'm curious to see the results of today's fights."

ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com

Naomi was on time for her shift, she was trying not to think about the past weekend as she made sure that everything was set up and organized.

Stark Industries is open.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Kid hats. There were still a few hats for the little invaders from over the weekend.

Jack was piling up a few in the corner of the counter, wishing he could send some to Samantha. He was pretty sure she wouldn't go for the cowboy hats, but they made Jack melt a little inside.

The Imperial Brim is open for all your hat needs.

[OCD misses wee!tiny peoples]

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was nose-deep in a children's book featuring a dog with a watch body on the cover. For most people, this would be old news; for Jack, this book was barely half his age.

Photo Hut is open. It's the weekend after Prom and Wee!Tiny kids. Jack hung a sign on the door:

15% off photos this week
See what develops!

glacial_queen

Karla had decided to let Ben take care of Jaenelle this afternoon while she went to work. While it was true that the vast majority of the store was taken up with books, novelties, and clothing, Karla didn't want to chance her daughter getting into something inappropriate the minute her back was turned. The last thing she needed was to find Jaenelle dressing up like a nurse or eating the anatomically-correct lollipops--and those options assumed the door to the toy section stayed firmly closed.

Now there was a hand-lettered sign hanging on Dite's window:

KEEP THE DISTANT FUTURE DISTANT
FREE CONTRACEPTIVE WITH EVERY PURCHASE!

Karla was already adding a few condoms to every bag next to the register. And she kept the big bowl of condoms that had already been set out in a very prominent location.

notmyownage

Claudia had been paying just enough attention to not be sure if she was glad she didn't have any kids show up this weekend to blow up stuff she hadn't deemed blow-up-able (what, if it were her kid, it'd totally be blowing stuff up), or if she was sad because this might mean she was going to die pathetic and lonely.

So, you know, fun times.

Either way, she had all the kids books she could locate front and center and was flipping through an old copy of that one about the dog with the clock in its side.

[ooc: open]

noearsyet.livejournal.com

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom.

A large tent open on one side had been erected in the center of the park. Garlands of small white lights entwined with greenery decorated the edges and roof of the tent, while two of the canvas sides were covered in large pictures of cherry blossoms and the middle had a wall-sized painting of a masquerade. Under the canopy were clusters of little chairs and tables along with the table of food and punch bowl.

Beyond the tent's open wall, a dance floor had been set up on the grass under the ~~conveniently~~ flowering trees. More fairy lights had been wound through the tree branches leaving the area softly lit in most areas. Torches were placed in a few clusters around the dance floor, making flickering areas of brighter light for people to congregate.

A photographer waited for his clients just beyond the dance floor with several backdrops of flowers or masquerades or, oddly, a lemur family to choose from.

The voting box for Prom King and Queen stood right at the entrance to the dance for those last-minute votes.

And, of course for Fandom's Masquerade, a table of elaborately decorated (or some more simple ones) waited for their new owners to simply slip them on and join the revelry.

[OOC: Weather modded with permission. The Prom is open to juniors, seniors, and their dates and definitely open to slowplay. Another post will be going up later this evening set for 10pm-midnight. Prom voting is open until 4pm EDST ~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD IS UP! (No thanks to LJ)]

[Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food Tables and Punch | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Ladies Room | Men's Room | Dancing | OOC]

ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com

Naomi was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organzied before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was making sure that the hats were oriented properly before settling in for his shift behind the counter. Wait. Wait a minute. That one. Right there. Someone must have put it away wrong because it was upside down. He had to fix it, first.

The Imperial Brim is open for all your head covering needs.

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was finally almost done with that clown book.

Come hell or high water, he'd finish it. Really.

[Open!]

wantstodirect

Tony had a pounding headache but he still picked up a batch of muffins (no brownies, thanks) from J, GoB and made a pot of coffee. He just hoped rehearsal went smoothly so he could go home and crash early.

"Okay, guys, we're hitting Act Four today. I know things have been a little rough, lately, so if there's any other scenes you want to work on as well, we can go through them after we do Act Four." Tony took a long sip of coffee and flopped down in a seat in the front row. Which promptly fell over. And knocked the one next to it down. And the one next to that. Tony scrambled out of the seat pile with only a few bruises and most of his coffee intact. Today he was going to count that as a win.

[Imps have removed the bolts fastening some of the theatre seats to the floor, so watch where you sit. Or don't!]

Current Mood: blah

atreideslioness

Tyler and Ghanima were both there early today, waiting for everyone to arrive.

"Good evening," she started, looking around the space. "Welcome back, and we're back to our randomly assigned pairs."

"Miss Dinah Lance and Miss Claire Bennet. Mr. Jono Starsmore and Miss Lulu. Jedi Tahiri and Miss Fa Mulan. If you do not already know each other, please introduce yourselves. You are partners for your fights this evening."

Tyler just rolled his eyes at Ghani's formality. "Jen, grab Blysse. Katarn and Hathaway, Mayor Summers and Blue Girl. Go to it."

[OCD is up!]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Tonight, when Robin strolled into Caritas, she was wearing a sleek green shirt, and carrying a dorky little leprechaun hat.

Not for her, no.

Tino was very grumpy as he dutifully took the green food dye to the beer kegs, wearing that stupid hat ten minutes later. Robin, meanwhile, was triumphant.

[around all night but slowish until 9 EST or so!]

Current Mood: content

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack was completely sober at his job. Really. One second after closing time, however, and that would change.

He'd still be wearing a green plastic St Paddy's Day hat, of course.

[Open for St Patty's Day hats!]

sith_happened

Davy had been trying to get to Mont St. Michel (he'd seen pictures of it, it looked cool, he was tired of jumping between New York, Florida, his place in the middle of nowhere, Mexico, and the library in Ohio, and Millie had told him to leave her alone this weekend while she studied for midterms), but this wasn't it.

Oh, sure, it looked kind of right, but it didn't feel very French as he jumped (calling it teleporting was for other people, and he was alone and unique and so very, very special) to the park. He frowned, jumped back to the library for the book with the picture in it, jumped back to the park and compared.

Nope, he'd managed to do something wrong. Tears welled in his eyes. Why was he such a failure?

[OOC: Anakin is now book!Davy from the Jumper series. Don't you want to punch him?]

Current Mood: sad

atreideslioness

It was entirely possible that Ghanima looked smug as people arrived on Sunday evening, and it most likely was not helped by the woman beside her. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome back from the Bahamas," she started cheerfully. "Tyler's not well today, so instead Miss Alianne will be assisting me today, whom some of you may remember from her tenure as a teacher."

Aly raised an eyebrow at Ghanima then shook her head, clearly amused. "The rest of you can call me Aly," she said. "Only Lady Ghanima, the Princess Royal feels the need for such formality." She paused and looked back at Ghanima. "What is it you have me doing up here again? Shaking things up, I think was mentioned..."

"And here I thought I invited you for your charming personality," she replied dryly. "And if we're going to start with the titles, I do know a few more of yours..."

"Instead, however, we are going to shake it up a bit. No snowball fights this time, I promise. Aly, would you like to pick the first three sets?"

"It was my charming personality," Aly decided smugly as she looked over the fighters. Some she recognised, some she didn't, all piqued her overactive curiosity. "You two, let's try. You and you, annnnd -" she grinned at the tall guy with the ponytail. "You and that one other there."

Ghanima had given Aly a briefing on the club members before everyone had arrived, so that she'd know what sort of material they had to work with. "You, with her, and you and you," she said, naming off the last two pairs. "As you've probably noticed, you haven't been partnered with these people before; you're all working across the different ability levels."

"Which doesn't mean beatdown time," Aly said. "And I'm pretty damn sure I didn't have to say that but too bad. My old mother-" somewhere Alanna was having a heart attack at that description "-used to say that if you run into a fighter you can't learn something from, you probably should give up right then and go sit in the old folks' home because you've obviously become completely inflexible and stupid. So - go on, learn something and see what happens."

"Children, don't cheat and try to kneecap your opponent, it's rude. Advanced... try not to just box their ears. You aren't old enough yet for that to be funny," Ghanima continued, smiling. "For those of you picking your own fights, try going with someone from the other group, and see what you can learn."

[OCD UP!]

Current Mood: amused

atreideslioness

"I hope that you all aren't hungover or overtired from the dating event last night," Ghanima began cheerfully once everyone had assembled. "Because we're going to work you today."

Tyler glanced at her lazily. Was three-minute dates that big a deal with this crowd? The things he missed being all monogamous. He scratched his chin before speaking. "Right," he said. "And ... you with you, you with you, you with you ... Ghanima, other three?"

"You, with her. You two. And you and you," she continued, pointing people out. "Now go to it."

A lazy smile spread across Tyler's face, and he made a shoo'ing gesture before going off to find his own match.

[OOC: Internets, never leave me again! *clings* OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

likethegun

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[OCD IS UP! Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Make Snowpeople | Snowball Fight | OOC | Second Post]

atreideslioness

No announcement had been made concerning the cancellation of Fight Club, so as members fought their way to Atlas Gym, snow continued to come down around them. Huge drifts of it, starting to reach astronomical heights.

Once people got the gym, however, they'd find their fearless leaders outside, one large pile of snowballs already sculpted and stacked in the middle of the road. "Time to put theory into practice," Ghanima called out, not looking the least bit cold or uncomfortable. Someone was cheating and already manipulating her body in the Bene Gesserit fashion; not feeling the weather was fantastic. "No quarter, and no mercy."

Tyler, meanwhile, was cold, borderline miserable, and warmed only a bit by his thoughts of dropping snow down Ghanima's collar. Yeah, he fought dirty. "Which means a snowball fight," he explained, and gestured to divide the crowd. "You guys here are red team, you guys there are blue team. Group with the most people standing in an hour wins."

He glanced over to Ghanima, and, reluctantly, added, "Rocks with a little bit of snow on them are not appropriate artillery."

"And if someone does yield, go find another target," she continued. "There's no honor in putting a defeated foe into a snowbank."

Off hours, Tyler might have argued that it could be funny. In front of the club ... "Right," he said. "Let's get to it."

[OCD up! Fire away!]

Current Mood: cold

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

The first workday of the new year for Imperial Brim found Jack in good spirits, and also found him checking the inventory of the shop, just to keep busy.

[Open! OCD is in the back on break.]

atreideslioness

Ghanima and Tyler were there early tonight as they waited for people to trail in.

"It's winter break, so you all get brownie points for showing up," Ghanima said cheerfully, Tyler nodding along in agreement. "But we're going to be lazy and let you all pick your own partners today."

"So pair up and hit the mats, or go to work on the punching bags."

[OOC: Tyler lovingly modded w/ permissions. The RNG got lost in that snowpocalypse out east, but the OCD ~~is on its way~~ made it safely! Post is open!]

Current Mood: cold

tyler_gone

There were no mass-delusions this week, or fake baby-daddies, or any of that nonsense, and so Fight Club was in session.

"Hello everyone," Ghanima said, flicking her Santa hat out of her eyes. "If you've forgotten the rules with all the time off you've had, they're on the door. Previous mental trauma will not be accepted as an excuse if you screw up today."

Tyler had pinned his Santa hat down under a stocking cap. It looked silly, but it kept the white pompom from flopping into his eyes. "It's been a while," he agreed. "Which is definitely not an excuse. We'll see some good matches today. I can feel it."

Ghanima gave him a sideways glance. "If you're the island's version of sparring Santa, I may decide to give up on my sanity entirely."

"I'm not fat enough," he told her. "But I can give you a match, little girl. Go with him, your brother should go with him, those two ... and you pick the last three."

The look she gave him promised dire retribution for the 'little girl' comment. "You two," she said instead, picking two out of the crowd. "You, and the person right there. And you and you."

"Looks good," Tyler said, apparently entirely satisfied even if there was retribution to come. "Let's go."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

So far, so good. Nothing had exploded, no one was a beaver, and there was not a single ice rink to be seen. Maple syrup was absent, was any other unfortunate substance. No one tasted like anything specific--

This might in fact be a production without something going wrong, though Geoffrey wouldn't even quite think the thought for fear of jinxing it.

...little did he know, of course.

[ocd up!]

death-and-pies.livejournal.com

Since the last time Father Ned had been on this island, he'd traveled the world, tending to flocks far and wide. His work, the work of God, was never completed and Father Ned refused to let Him down. Despite the fact that he'd been to so many places and seen so many things, this island held a special place in his heart. It was riddled with comas, drugs, sex and other evil things but he found himself drawn here like a train car to a conveniently placed cliff.

Father Ned pulled out a chair and stood up on it, deciding here, where people would come and go, was as good a place as anywhere to begin his altruistic mission.

"Friends, listen to my words," he started, holding a hand in the air to quiet the masses (because masses always came to hear him speak). "I am here today to speak to you about the evils of...Christmas shopping. Why, you might be asking yourself, could something where you are giving be considered evil? Because, my sheep, when you are giving a gift, you are telling that other person that you want SEX."

Father Ned was a terrible priest who didn't see all sides of the argument. As evidenced by this sermon.

"When you go out and buy an expensive piece of jewelry, you are telling the receiver of that gift that you expect payment in the form of CARNAL RELATIONS later in the day. This, my friends, CANNOT BE. Christmas shopping is all about the pursuit of SEX! The more ornately wrapped your gift is, the more SEX you expect to get. Or, even worse, you except KINKY things to occur that would make God shudder. You are telling the receiver of your gift that you expect them to dress up in leather or you expect them to let them practice their knot tying with one of their favorite silk ties. My friends, I leave you with this. When someone gives you a Christmas gift, GIVE IT BACK! Making the giver return that gift is telling everyone around them that you REJECTED THEIR ADVANCES. There is no need for Christmas shopping. NO NEED. Don't go Christmas shopping and you will remain FOREVER CLEAN."

With that, Father Ned gave the masses (there were masses, of course) a serene smile and stepped off his chair to take his seat.

[lololol IDEK. anyway, yes, Ned is Father Ned, out to give horrible sermons all over the place. open place in town so open!]

Current Mood: PREACHY

atreideslioness

"You're back," Ghanima said. "Fantastic."

"My back is fantastic," Tyler deadpanned. "Thanks for noticing."

"I'll take away your sugar," she threatened. "People are here to hit things, not flatter your ego."

"Never would have known," Tyler grumbled. "All right. Hitting things. Those two, those two, bandage boy and anger management, and ... you pick the last few."

"Professor Sun, if you'll indulge me," Ghanima replied with a nod before rattling off the last few names. "Let's go."

| Arrive & Mingle | Training & Beginners | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Talk to the Organizers | OOC |

[ocd up!]

tyler_gone

"Right," Tyler said, once most of the fighters seemed to be there. "I don't know where Ghanima went. Maybe she has some chick thing I don't want to know about."

Yes, Tyler, that was exactly what you wanted to say about a woman who could kick your ass. Especially when she had relatives who came to Fight Club and could also kick your ass.

"Anyhow, you're stuck with me. Rejoice. Um, matches today are -- blondie, fight dark hair. Other blondie, you're with him. Third blondie, with her." He paused to draw his breath and look the crowd over. "Anakin with Steve, the Mayor with him, and Rose with the green girl. Everyone else, you're on your own."

A beat. "We need to figure out if we'll do this thing Thanksgiving weekend or not. I'll be here. If you have any brilliant thoughts, stop by and let me know."

atreideslioness

"It's Fight Club," Tyler said. "You know what that means. You, you, you, you, you two, and, Ghani, finish up."

"You with her, you two, and you with that gentleman over there," she said. "Now fight."

[OOC: We can has no brainz for ze banter. But the OCD is up, so go hit someone.]

Current Mood: blank

atreideslioness

"We have cake," Tyler announced, frosting around his mouth until he wiped it away with his fist. "Punch each other, then have birthday cake. Doesn't work so well if you do it the other way around."

"Indeed." Ghanima was clearly very much amused by this notion. "And do be sure to sing to Mr. Durden," she continued, cheerfully oblivious to any glares she might be getting. "I understand it is traditional for birthdays in this era."

"Now, you with her. Gentlemen, you're together. Tyler, happy birthday, you're fighting him. Ladies, if you please. You two, and you and you," she said, neatly pointing out people. "Get to it."

[OCD UP]

Current Mood: giddy

tyler_gone

"Most of you know what this is," Tyler said, with the odd glance to Ghanima as she arranged safety equipment at the back of the gym. "For the rest of you -- we hit each other. Two to a fight, no powers unless everyone agrees, go until someone says stop."

"Any questions, we're here. Otherwise, go for it."

[OOC: No RNG this week.]

tyler_gone

After getting back from Sweden, Tyler had slept until just before Fight Club. The results had him feeling a bit like a vampire who never saw daylight. But a very well-rested vampire.

"Welcome back," he said, pacing as usual. "It's been a while, but we haven't forgotten you and I hope you haven't forgotten us. If you need a refresher, rules are on the gym door."

"And if you need a refresher after one week, you are most likely still hungover, and have no place on the mats," Ghanima replied. "Which is why we'll hit you anyway, so that you learn."

"Now then. You and you. Young lady, you're with her. And Azula, with me, please."

"Ghanima, I'm picking on your brother again," Tyler said. "Leto, with her. Steve, with him. And those two. Go hit each other."

"I can't say I disapprove," Ghanima laughed. "I think it's a sister's duty to help torment her brother."

"Now, everyone go hit the mats. Get out your dismay that classes are back again tomorrow, and yes, we expect you to be there. We don't care that it's Homecoming week."

[OOC: ~~Wait for~~ OCD ~~please~~ up, go fight!]

atreideslioness

No one had visited Tyler this year. He could afford to be smug, although, as a mission of charity, he'd brought in an array of chips, pastries and other snacks. "I think everyone in the room gets a cookie for living through yet another parents' weekend," he declared. "And guests, welcome."

Ghanima was doing her best not to laugh. "We haven't lived through it yet," she reminded him. "But we're glad you're all here. The rules are on the door, but since there's so many people today, we're going to forgo assigned matches."

"Open sparring only," Tyler agreed. "Go to it."

Mingle / Beginner Mats / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[OCD and Post up early for SP goodness! PW guests are welcome, so long as they follow standard Fight Club rules.]

Current Mood: chipper

inthereflexes.livejournal.com

Jack had read the note, and spent a night unable to sleep. Dawn came and he decided to do something. A nice jog. A long jog, around the Pond and back, maybe even get some coffee.

Outside of The Perk sat a red man in a long coat, tail swishing back and forth a bit, sipping his coffee...from a giant half-gallon mug.

Jack decided to keep ~~running away~~ jogging.

[Early in the morning, non-interfere-y with any other Perk posts. Open for interaction of either or for pets to stalk the red guy's tail. No OCD. SP welcome. Offer not valid in Vermont.]

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. 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 gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

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Geoffrey opened the door, not quite sure what today was, but ready for play practice nonetheless.

Then he said a silent prayer that none of his actors came in as waterbuffalo or something similar.

[ocd up! sorry for lateness SURPRISE MEETING!]

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Naomi was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was organized and set up before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.

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It was the last Wednesday of the month, and Jack busied himself around the shop taking inventory. Okay, so 'taking inventory' was Jack's way of justifying trying on the hats to see how dashing he looked.

It wasn't going well.

[OCD off trying on tinfoil hats]

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