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exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

It had been a nice evening so Jack had taken his dog Lojack for a bit of a walk through town and eventually through the park when Lojack took off in a random direction.

Now, normally when a dog does this kind of thing usually a squirrel or rabbit is involved. Giving chase, Jack half expected something of the sort. However when he finally tracked Lojack down, Jack found the dog with his hackles raised and he was growling... at a park bench.

"Seriously?" Jack asked the dog. "It's a bench."

Lojack growled and barked once.

"It's just a bench!" Jack exclaimed. "Look!"

And with that Jack sat down on the bench. "See? Nothing to be a... Wait. I can't get up."

Lojack let out a sigh and trotted away. Sometimes humans were too stupid to live.

"I can't get up! Hey! Come back here! I'm stuck."

...

"Stupid bench."

[Benched post concept stolen with permission from

batwaffles and

trigons_child. Alas. Last Eureka ever.]

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

zetabetabrat.livejournal.com

So this week was beginning to get tiring even for Rebecca. Which meant sugary coffee drinks were in order.

Or it could mean she could just... stop having sex this week, but that was ridiculous.

So. She was here loading up on sugary drinks, at least in between rounds of being... elsewhere. Yes. And she was wearing a skimpy little outfit that might, very possibly, get in the way of her goal of recharging her batteries. You know. Maybe.

[[open! THIS NEVER GETS OLD. YOU'D THINK IT WOULD GET OLD BUT IT DOESN'T.]]

throughaphase

Not long before Kitty came to town, she'd actually told Shan about how she was totally willing to stick with celibacy for a while because it was just easier.

At the moment, she thought the Kitty of a few months ago was an idiot.

So she was here at work in a bar, around alcohol, wearing the usual "Hi I would like your tips now" type of outfit that she wore to work and truth be told she could have worn something with a slightly higher neckline but shut your face, on Valentine's Day, at a time when there was nothing but hormone overload going on. And when she got in, she saw that Tino had already taken the initiative on the specials:

SPECIALS
Panty Dropper
Sloe Comfortable Screw
Screaming Orgasm

And now she knew where Tino's brain was and she really didn't want to.

[All links worksafe, not that I won't be erasing them from my work browser history anyway.]

throughaphase

The posters having gone up around town and the dorms (and Kitty was not going to be denying people for sucking, thank you, though she didn't doubt Topher there), Kitty arrived as Fast Eddie's early to get lanes. And then she realized that in a town this small, reserving them wasn't strictly necessary. There were plenty of open lanes, there were refreshments and there was a game night on a night when the world wasn't ending.

Come one, come all! Don your ugly shoes and throw a ball down a lane to knock down some pins!

randomspanish.livejournal.com

It may have been cold out, but that just meant Freddie didn't have to worry about his CPU overheating. Having everything set up, he warmed his hands by rubbing them together.

"You seriously are going to be in Yakima next week?" Freddie said to Carly via the webfeed to Seattle.

"I have to, sorry," Carly said, not looking too happy about it. "Maybe Sam can... make a new cohost."

Freddie frowned slightly.

[ooc: ~~OCD comin' up.~~ Post is open! People are always welcome to join the show or what-have-you!]

gastronomistic

Vincent was feeling an Italian vibe, today -- complete with a crown of oak leaves.

Yeah, he knew that was an Ancient Roman thing, not a modern Italian thing. He just liked to accessorize.

Today's Specials
Inside-Out Eggplant Parmigiana
Broccoli Rabe with Sweet Italian Sausage
Fried Mozzarella Balls

Luke's was open.

glacial_queen

It was hard to find the exact spot where the Nothing had taken Warren. It was getting dark, for one thing, and she hadn't exactly been paying attention to the scenery. But people were coming back all over the island and Karla had poured her heart and her Self and everything else she could into remembering and bringing back the people she loved.

And that included one tall, handsome, winged male who had sacrificed everything to keep her safe. Several times.

So she was running through the woods in park determined to find him and make sure he was okay. She passed the playground--and made a mental note to come back and check there, too, dammit!--but kept going. There was someone else she needed to see first.

[For one, obviously, but open to anyone else in the park!]

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. ]]

sith_happened

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper.

A few minutes of banging later and Anakin had a giant bulletin board...thing.

In big bold letters he labeled one giant sheet of paper "CONFIRMED DISAPPEARANCES" and the other "RETURNING FANDOMITES."

He took a deep breath before scrawling information under the disappearances, then tacking up two dated photographs of the people in question on the blank area on the board he'd left for that purpose. For some reason it seemed vital that someone other than him remember what they looked like too.

He placed a piece of glass down over the sheets of paper (no use going to this much trouble if things would just get blown away or wet) and headed back to the trooper station to catch up on what he'd missed the last few days.

[OOC: And now we have an IC place to link to the information dropped characters and alumni are leaving in voicemails! Please hold for OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

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?"

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Anyone who happened by the park tonight might take notice of a mysterious tent that had appeared there. It seemed both out of place and mysterious, exactly the sort of thing to invite people who might be so inclined to find that sort of thing inviting.

Inside they would find a fortuneteller waiting for them, with her crystal ball at the ready, prepared to tell you what your future would hold.

Or maybe just to screw with them. Hard to tell.

[Open to those who have signed up, though anyone can feel free to notice the tent.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

The glitter moosen and beavers had been moved to the park to stand friendly guard around a cluster of tents, tables and chairs. Underneath, the Homecoming events rolled on with another maple-themed buffet and plenty of space for standing around and chatting.

The sound system played kd lang and Leonard Cohen at a low volume, to gently welcome anyone who might have gotten into the punch last night after it was spiked. This event was decidedly hangover-friendly.

[Quicklinks: Arrive + Mingle | Food + Drink | Tables + Chairs | Rest of the Park | OOC]

Current Mood: chipper

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

There were more glittery moose decorations than you could shake a stick at (not that the Student Council recommended shaking a stick at a moose) and the slight breeze from the crisp fall day was making some of the decorative maple leaves rustle around the many booths that had been placed in the park.

After you've had your fill of games and food, who wouldn't want to throw a ball or a pie at Jamie Madrox? And other people, of course, but mostly Jamie!

[Post I | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC]

Current Mood: excited

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Even though Fall break was a good time for Jack, he was happy to get back to the island and his own routine. Which of course meant sleeping in on Monday since he had no classes and then going for a run in the afternoon.

And it was was a perfect day for such a run. Warm but not too hot. Yep, just a perfect day and nothing could break his stride.

That is until a grey furry thing dashed right in front of Jack sending him careening into a bush.

"Seriously!?" Jack shouted and he pushed himself out of a shrub. "I swear that better not be a werewolf or-"

Jack stopped short as said grey furry dog appeared from the bushes and sat down in front of Jack with a friendly bark. Jack's eyes bugged out for a second as he realized that this was not the first time he had seen this grey furry thing before.

"Lojack?"

And Lojack, for indeed that was the dog's name, barked again in greeting and trotted forward to give Jack a friendly lick on his face.

"Okay! Okay! What are you doing here?" Jack laughed as he pulled himself off the ground. He paused for a second and then gave Lojack a wary look. "Taggart isn't following you around, is he?"

Lojack wagged his tail and response and gave a non-comittal bark. Possibly a bark of innocence.

"Annnnnd here's where I'm thinking you can actually talk," Jack said as much to himself as to the dog in front of him. He then let out a small sigh and shrugged before giving Lojack a grin. "C'mon. I bet you're hungry. We'll head back to the dorm. Hopefully my roommate isn't allergic to dogs."

And with that they began the trek back to the dorms.

"And hey, number one rule: No stealing food from my mini-fridge without permission. Okay?"

Lojack barked in response and wagged his tail. Like that was going to happen.

"Hey! I'm serious okay?"

Clearly rules were going to be ignored by Jack's new "pet".

[OOC: Jack's new "pet" is a canon character named Lojack who appeared in few episodes in the first and second seasons of Eureka. Due to animal experimentation he has a 130 IQ points. Yes, this actually makes him smarter than Jack. Since he disappeared from the show? He gets a home here in Fandom. Open for interaction or all your park-ly needs]

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Today, the Fraternity was given instructions to meet at Fast Eddie's, and to bring their bowling shoes, if they just so happened to own their own. If not, no worries. Your esteemed leaders had not only rented the hall, but they'd also paid for rental of those scummy, funny-looking ones that they had available for the general public.

Gross.

“Hey, guys," Warren greeted, already wearing his own pair (in blue and white, and looking fairly dapper in them, thank you). "We're working up to seeing what we can do with the things that you guys said you'd do as a group last week, but in the meantime, we're going to try to keep our meetings interesting without... uh... doing anything too massive."

Like building satellites to get free movies that would have been cheaper to rent than the satellite was to build, Ben.

“Plus, who doesn’t like bowling?” Tony added. Yes, he also had his own pair of shoes. They were red and gold. Because someone wasn’t obvious or anything. “We’ll be looking into a joint venture with the Sorority and Pride, so if anyone has any ideas for them, just let us know.”

"And if you don't, enjoy the bowling, keep the pizza away from the lanes," because it was mandatory for these things, thanks, and Warren wasn't about to have a meeting without it, "and have a good time, guys."

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Of course, this time it was being pushed back a couple hours ~~because GOB just posted bail in Lexington Park for solicitation last night~~ so it could better help sunlight-adverse residents of Fandom find true love as well. Anyone who came to the bar at the normal time were free to keep drinking to help them loosen up for the dates until just before 8:00...

The lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began, with a spot-lit GOB striding out onto the stage and doing an illusion where he made Tino bring him a scotch. Look, he'd done like twenty of these things already. People weren't getting free magic from him anymore.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out here on this historic night. We've reached a true milestone here, but more on that later," GOB said. It would be best to fear Round 5, where there would be a couple extra minutes for GOB to discuss the historic nature of the night. "This is, of course, Three Minute Dates. And I am, of course, a Matchmaker Named GOB." He waited for applause..... and then continued. "When I or somebody else, probably Tino, who knows? calls your name, find a table with the other person whose name was called and get to talking and see if you want to make babies within three minutes. Because after three minutes, you'll hear this sound."

The zombie drummer started doing a drum roll.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Oh, and sorry about the surplus of adult guys. Apparently single chicks can't stand being in a town without me. Anyway, let's get started...."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD is ~~beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done~~ UP! Have fun!

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen, 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 a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

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

tripledmyself.livejournal.com

It was Nathan's night at the bar and while he was there, he was a little preoccupied with a game on his phone. Look, he'd just fucking installed it, it let him kill things and he was taking today off since he'd been so diligent in defending the bar last week.

If Tino knew he thought that, he'd be tempted to punch Nathan but he didn't so he continued on oblivious. And Nathan was oblivious to him, deciding the game was more important than paying attention.

Current Mood: contemplative

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Jack was in a good mood today. Why? Mostly because he wasn't a dog. Granted he had totally humiliated himself on the internet last night but that was nothing new to him. In fact in Eureka that was a daily occurrence.

But what was really making Jack happy was the giant cup of coffee sitting in front of him.

"Oh God. Oh. This is soooooo good."

He was getting stares from the barista. Jack didn't care.

[Open with bouts of SP]

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Yes. The island was getting invaded by small clockwork spiders. And yes it was weird.

But damn it, Jack wanted pizza. However, after running over a half a dozen clockwork spiders on his new scooter getting to Pizza Planet, Jack had enough and made a phone call home.

"Jo?" Jack said into his phone as he exited the restaurant carrying his Meaty-Meat Pizza with extra meat and cheese. "Jack. No. The other one. Yeah. Listen, remember how I told you I won't need anything from the arsenal? Well..."

Jack stopped and squashed a small clockwork spider under his foot. "I think I might be changing my mind on that. Why? Well, spiders. Metal ones. Taggart hasn't been fooling around with those nanoids again has he?"

Jack stopped in front of his bike and paused a second or two. The skittering sounds he had heard before had gone silent and had been replaced by... something louder.

"Jo? I gotta go."

Just as he put away his phone Jack heard some loud clanging. He dived away just in time to see a rather large mechanical spider about the size of a large dog jump off the roof of the pizza planet... and crash right into his new scooter.

"OH COME ON!"

The spider got tangled up with his bike and within seconds had completely decimated the scooter.

"I just paid for that!"

The large spider? Now pulling itself from the wreckage and was now coming after Jack. Jack, for once, displayed some intelligence and started running back to the cabins.

"I SO hate this freaking island!"

exactlyaverage.livejournal.com

Every so often, you just have to reward yourself. Or at least that was Jack's philosophy. Actually that was something he just made up to rationalize his most recent purchase.

It wasn't exactly what you'd call a scooter. It was more like a motorcycle that just wasn't fully grown yet. Small enough to navigate the streets of Fandom yet big enough that Jack didn't feel like a wuss when he would ride it.

And it was all Jack's.

Well, technically it was the property of Jack Carter in Eureka but the credit card was in the same name so...

Well, Jack would deal with that later. Right now he was outside the store admiring his new purchase with pride.

[Feel free to appreciate Jack's new scooter. While it still exists. Mwah-ha-ha]

auntie-vida.livejournal.com

Vida had gotten an early start in the park to set things up for the Strawberry Social. It had been chilly and damp when she arrived, but a stern glare at the clouds had sent them fleeing, and the sun was shining over the park now, making for a bright and sunny day. There was danceable music playing and plenty of places to stretch out and enjoy the sun.

Several picnic tables were laid end to end, covered with red table cloths and adorned with edible arrangements. There were plates to load up with food, which was available in plenty, including just about every strawberry dish imaginable. Vida had also thoughtfully provided red flowers to tuck in the hair and red scarves for those who might be feeling red-deficient.

[~~Please stand by for OCD.~~ All systems go!]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: She's A Lady - Patti La Belle

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It seemed there just hadn't been enough insanity going on with the gremlins lately, so that was why there was a guy in red pajamas prancing around the park. Singing.

Well, really, it was all autotuned so that part was less important.

But aren't you all so, so glad you were there for the magic and wonder of this evening? Aren't you just thrilled?

"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

That was a lot of yeahs.

[[OPEN LIKE A PARK. BLAME

shes_got_legs]]

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The Park: Monday Evening

Prom | Community Center | Friday Evening | Post I

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

Caritas- Tuesday

Fast Eddie's- Saturday night

The Park, Friday Evening, iCarly Broadcast!

Cafe Luke's, Monday

The Park, Sunday Evening

In Fandom Town Down to the Gates of Fandom High, Friday Afternoon

Just outside the school gates [early afternoon]

Combined Reserves | Community Center | Wednesday Afternoon

The Park- Sunday after sunset

Homecoming Brunch, The Park, Sunday Morning

Homecoming Carnival Post II [The Park, Friday, October 21, 2011]

The Park: Monday Afternoon

Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Fast Eddie’s - Monday After Classes

Three Minute Dates - Caritas - Saturday night

Caritas | Wednesday

The Perk: Saturday

Outside Pizza Planet: Saturday Evening

Guilty As Charged: Friday Afternoon

Strawberry Social - The Park, all day

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