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The Onsen was decorated in tastefully gender neutral pastel greens and yellows with a sign directing guests of the shower to where they were meant to go. And, for a change, the island wasn't doing something strange to mess up a party!

...no one point out that just saying that was jinxing things. Just go on in and enjoy the party, hoping that no nefarious brotherhood of evil anythings showed up.

bitten_notshy

It had been a while since Jack worked a full shift at the bar. He always meant to, and then there'd be a class assignment or a shift in the law clinic or a chance to see Emma and -- well. Some things took priority.

But he was free today, so he braved Tiny's dirty looks, strapped on an apron, and took his place behind the bar.

An hour into his time there, he started to sneeze. Someone's werewolf nose didn't like almonds. Or sugar. And it especially didn't like the inescapable scent of them that came from a rain of marzipan.

"I should have stayed home with a mask on," Jack informed Tiny, who smirked infuriatingly.

[OOC: I live! Open post, etc.]

bitten_notshy

Jack had stolen away over homecoming to visit his fiancee instead, and he was rightly glad he had. All the graduates younger than him were starting to make him feel old.

But he was back at work today, listening as Tiny told him all about his adventures over the weekend. Apparently there'd been a party of drunk gremlins on the dance floor.

[OOC: Open bar/post, mod your service if you want.]

bitten_notshy

Jack was in his last year of law school now -- and between class, interning in a legal aide clinic for immigrants, and visiting Emma whenever he could, he was a bit short on time to spend on the island. He'd left the club in Tiny and the DJ's hands more often lately than he wanted to admit.

So when he realized the bar had been decorated with garlands of tiny toy vampires and werewolves, he had only himself to blame. He found a wastebasket and hurried to take them all down before Eric would have a chance to notice. Fun as it might be to watch Eric eat Tiny, it probably wouldn't be good for business.

[OOC: Open post, open bar. Jack lives!]

bitten_notshy

Jack had to spend most of his shift on the phone with the bar's suppliers. Somehow, it was harder to get things delivered when your bar kept changing its location in the multiverse every week.

"Look, we can't stay open without vodka," he told the not-so-patient representative on the other end of the phone. "And if we can't stay open, we can't buy your products at all. So it'd save us all a lot of trouble if you found a way to get it to us." A pause. "I already promised to pay whatever the actual shipping and forwarding costs were. Plus -- you want how much extra a case? That's absurd. That'll almost double our costs."

Eventually he reached an agreement and hung up, wiping his forehead as he did. One down, two dozen to go.

[OOC: Open club, open post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack had been on the island more than long enough to know when it was one of those weeks. Which meant he was going to spend most of his workday in the club's office, where he could focus on paperwork and dirty texts to Emma and completely ignore the disturbing sight that was the DJ and Tino flirting. Jack might be all in favor of love in all of its many forms, but watching those two make eyes at each other had a way of making a werewolf want to lose his lunch.

He'd brave their flirtation to come out and serve anybody he liked. Probably.

[OOC: Open club/post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack had the club to himself today. The DJ and Tiny had both called in due to the snow, and pointing out they lived on a tiny island that had escaped the worst of the storm hadn't convinced either of them to brave the sidewalks.

Jack cursed them both out -- which had sadly lost its effect over the years -- and went to work rather sulkily. He put on a Sinatra CD and organized the bar's stock. Not that there was much of it to organize. A few deliveries seemed to have gone missing.

The sign outside read, ALL WE HAVE IS FROZEN MARGARITAS AND ICED TEA VODKA. WE'RE SORRY. COME IN ANYHOW?

[OOC: Open club/post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack was back behind the bar, skin golden from a winter break spent on the beach with Emma. The cold air on the island felt like a reprimand for having been dumb enough to come back.

The sign outside the club read:

Special today: 2-for-1 on candy cane, Christmas cookie, and hot chocolate vodka.

He had to get rid of the last of the Christmas stocks somehow.

[OOC: Open club/post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack came to work a little late and thoroughly bedecked in tinsel.

He didn't want to talk about it.

Anything even vaguely holiday-related at the bar, from the peppermint schnapps to the gingerbread vodka, was getting an extra-hard glare today. He'd be glad when advent was over.

[OOC: Open bar/post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack had spent his entire weetiny weekend gorging on sugared cereal and watching the kind of cartoons that were easy to understand even with a fairly severe language barrier in place. It had been far more relaxing than the last several times he was five years old, he could give it that much.

It had also left him with a wicked sugar hangover, but he figured that was par for the course.

The sign he made for the outside of the club read, Come in & enjoy one benefit of being an adult.

[OOC: Open club, open post!]

bitten_notshy

Jack was gravely concerned.

Not so much about the boxes of chocolate Santas and turkeys that had been delivered within minutes of each other: He'd been on the island long enough that misplaced deliveries barely warranted more than a raised eyebrow.

But when the Santas started singing Christmas carols, and the turkeys started gobbling, and both groups began climbing out of their boxes at opposite sides of the dance floor to creep toward each other...

Jack wasn't sure if they were headed for war or about to unite in a large chocolatey group hug. He was staying behind the bar and out of the way regardless.

[OOC: IDEK. Open club/post.]

bitten_notshy

Jack wrinkled his nose at the mostly-full moon palely visible in the morning sky as he went to post his Halloween party fliers all over town, and decided to try to count his blessings: At least the Hunter's Moon would have waned before Saturday's festivities. Somehow, he didn't think a real werewolf in all his transformed glory amidst the revelers would set quite the right tone.

( cut for image )

[OOC: Open if you want to catch him putting up posters!]

bitten_notshy

There was a chill in the air that had Jack tightening his scarf around his neck on the way to work, and fixing a cup of tea with a nip of bourbon in it once he was behind the bar.

The weather had Jack thinking more seriously about Halloween. He liked costume parties, always had, and it struck him as a terrible waste that the bar had never hosted one. This would be the year to change that, he decided.

He grabbed a notebook and started planning.

bitten_notshy

There was an enormous tray of birthday cake martinis on the bar when Jack got in today. He waited until no one was looking, then slurped one down. It was sickly sweet but not bad at all.

He wasn't sure how many of the guests were still around, but he figured anyone who'd made it to this point in the long weekend deserved a treat. Which was why the sign in front of the club read:

Do you like birthday cake? Do you like martinis? Try this intriguing combination today!

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.

bitten_notshy

Jack was annoyed when he got to work today. A lot of the photos he could have sworn were on his phone had gone missing, and none of the solutions he found online helped at all. And he'd never quite gotten around to backing anything up.

He went back to fiddling with the storage settings every time he got a break from the unending cycle of paperwork and bar organization that made up his work life.

[OOC: Open bar. Guess who had to go down to a Plus account?)

bitten_notshy

Between the week in Vegas and the blue moon, Jack had been completely oblivious to whatever had happened on the island over the last few days. From what he picked up from the radio, he couldn't say he felt like he had missed out.

He relaxed at the bar with a magazine, half-listening as Tiny explained the weekend's events to him. "Oh, aliens and kidnapping?" he said absently. "Not sure we've ever had those two together..."

And then he sipped his beer and flipped to a later page.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

not_a_whiner

It'd been an... eventful two weeks. First they'd broken a bunch of ex-Cerberus scientists and their families out of the stalemate they'd been in with their former employers. Then Hackett had seen them flying around clearing Cerberus and Reaper hotspots, so tac teams could set up beachheads and recover research.

And it was... great. Exhilarating, yes, and necessary, but mostly it just felt good to be doing something again. Helping. It made the looming Reaper threat a little less paralyzing.

But that didn't mean Kaidan couldn't do with some downtime from time to time.

So when they hit the Citadel last night, he'd booked a portal - only barely getting through Portalocity's increasingly tight restrictions - and now he was sitting here, at the Perk, a cup of warm coffee in his hand and a single patch of medi-gel pasted against some scratches on his cheek. It felt nice, but also a little otherworldly: his own Earth had been like this just a year ago.

Now...

He took a sip of his coffee. He wasn't here to dwell, damn it.

... but he'd still dwell a little. He couldn't help it.

[[ open! ]]

bitten_notshy

Jack hadn't been doing a whole lot lately, unless "bothering Emma" and "Watching the entire crime documentaries section of Netflix" counted as major activities. (He didn't think so.) Today he was back at the club again, working beside a giant blue po--, oh no, wait, somebody was still getting over not making it to San Diego this year.

Somebody named Tino.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

bitten_notshy

Jack had noticed the yurts on a tromp around the forest that morning, and was once again smug that he had graduated before the school administration started looking at cabin alternatives. The yurts looked much worse.

Things were quiet at the club that day, so he passed the time taking stock of all the mixers. There was juice from fruit he'd never even heard of, let alone tasted.

[OOC: Open club, open post!]

glacial_queen

After a stop at the Perk for a coffee while she sent out a quick Guess who's visiting! text to folks she thought might be around or have time to visit, Karla made her way to the beach for a bit. It was winter back home, almost Winsol in fact, so visiting here in the beginning of summer was a lovely change. She vanished her jacket and shirt, kicked off her shoes, and rolled her pants up to her knees. Just a Queen, wading by the shoreline in her bra and a pair of Court trousers, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin and giving no fucks about what anybody had to say about it.

You know, until Draca sent for her, this really was the best way to pass the time.

[Open! If you think you got a text, you did. If you didn't get a text, it's still open!]

bitten_notshy

At this point, Jack didn't even waste time being annoyed to wake up a girl again. It was just another thing that happened in Fandom, like turning into a terrier or having impossible children show up. He booked the first train from Baltimore to NYC he could find and spent the weekend shopping and relaxing with Emma.

But it was Monday, Jack's normal parts were in full working order, and he was back at the club and ignoring the DJ's fixation on pop divas of the '80s.

[OOC: Open club, open post!]

bitten_notshy

The post office must have been in a mood today; at least, that was the only way Jack could explain the dozen boxes full of knitting wool and knitting needles cluttering up the club. It was all different colors, but most were in the red family, from the softest pinks to a few maroons. (He briefly wondered if Eric had ordered them to knit some kind of blood-themed craft project but decided that couldn't possibly be it, mainly because it was absurd.)

Since the supplies were there anyhow, he claimed a ball of tomato red and a set of beginner needles and started trying to teach himself to knit with YouTube videos. Mostly, it involved a lot of poking himself in the hands and swearing.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

There were workmen in the club today to replace the dance floor. Or at least, that was what they were being paid to do; from the noise level and the way Jack kept finding construction tools in odd places, he wasn't sure what they would have accomplished by the time they finished. He stayed at the bar for most of his shift,the better to keep an eye on the workmen.

[Open post, open nightclub! I have memorial day plans later so mod the club for speedy service.]

bitten_notshy

Jack had final exams to study for, which meant he was letting Tiny handle the bar today. He still kept an eye on things from his booth in the lounge; he was always curious if any of the new students would be stupid enough to try to pass a fake ID here. (He didn't recommend it. Once Tiny had eaten one.)

He put his head down and tried to focus on the finer points of property law -- and to ignore the fact the DJ had decided today was Novelty Hits of the 90s Day. The first was proving easier than the second.

Dale a tu cuerpo alegria Macarena
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegria y cosa buena
Dale a tu cuerpo alegria, Macarena....

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

It seemed relatvely quiet in town. Either people were still mourning their dead, or they were still afraid to go out and find out what the island was going to throw at them next. Jack wouldn't have blamed them either way.

For him, it was a relatively normal work day. He sent a few extra jokey texts to try to make Emma smile, but otherwise there was the usual business of handling Eric's plentiful paperwork, refereeing the latest argument between Tiny and the DJ, and occasionally even mixing a drink.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

throughaphase

The more Lexi showed up, the harder it was to say goodbye and deal with the next few days after she left. But at the same time, it was slightly easier because Kitty and Clint had started talking about her like she was going to happen someday. But at the same time as that it made the goodbye harder.

Basically Kitty was in a pretty blah mood at the bar tonight, which she didn't think anyone could blame her for.

50% OFF IF YOU'RE SAD ABOUT YOUR KID(S)

For reasons.

bitten_notshy

Over the first several hours of his workday, Jack learned that four-year-old boys could not be trusted anywhere around bottles (crash, but, to be fair, that was partially Jack's fault for not explicitly telling him notto try to climb the shelves), coloring books ("Daaaaad, crayon zaccidentally melted on the table"), or tables and chairs in general (apparently the floor was hot lava).

Dorian was adorable. He was. But Jack still wanted sunset to come so he could send the boy through the portal and inflict him on someone else, all the same.

Devil's Nest was open, and the bartender would probably mix drinks for parents extra-strong.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

Jack was surprised to be in such a good mood today, after the wreck the island had been just days before. But somehow he was not just cheerful, but productively cheerful. By a little after lunchtime, he had gotten the club's financial records into perfect order, ordered needed supplies and liquor, and read some case studies for school. He'd even organized the wreck in the back office that he called his desk.

He read a cocktail manual while he waited for customers. He'd been meaning to learn some new specials, and today he finally felt up to it.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

The researchers had the message loud and clear from the telepaths: they would find what they were seeking on the Causeway, just past the corner of the parking lot. Over there, near an unusual-looking car, where it had been sitting unperturbed for nearly a month, now.

It was a sapling.

It was tiny, but twisted, and there was an air of malevolence about it. The ground underneath had a dark, unnatural color. The sapling was wrong, evil, even. It certainly shouldn't be here.

( Uprooting the Sapling and Confronting Gaunt )

(AND THAT'S IT! Preplayed by the fantabulous

psychic_wonder,

nobloodymessiah,

gavegoodface,

dauntless_four,

bitten_notshy, and

nuclear_snide. NFI, broadcast is a-okay, OOC is love! THIS IS THE END, expect a post-mortem post going up momentarily! IT'S OVER!)

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

( Jack Sees a Sign )

( Finding a Spot )

( Talking to Fandom )

(Preplayed by the splendiferous

bitten_notshy,

icecoldfrost,

sith_happened,

kenselvren,

glacial_queen,

trigons_child, and

crazy_prepared. (Again, hoping I didn't miss anyone!) Coded by the delightful

fly_so_serious. Next-to-last post, we are NEARLY DONE, but that one is going to wait a couple of hours until I am home from work! NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love.)

nuclear_snide

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention.

"Thank you all for coming." He projected his voice around the room. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of bad magic out there," he said dryly. If anyone hadn't noticed, he worried about them. "We've been looking into it, and we've tracked down the source, and if you listened to radio yesterday you know it's Needful Things and Leland Gaunt. He's been selling cursed items, often for the price of special or magical items in turn. What's new is that we've found out how to break his hold."

He paused very briefly ~~for dramatic effect~~ to let that sink in. "In order for someone who's got a cursed item to be free of the curse, they have to destroy the item." He stared around the room seriously. "THEY have to destroy it," he reiterated. "If anyone else breaks it for them, they will wither and die. If they don't break it, they will wither and die."

He leaned forward. "This is a very nasty breed of curse, rather like a poison. It's insidious. It will take them a lot of energy to break it, and it's going to hurt. They'll be weakened. You'll probably want to get them to the clinic. Also, because it operates on a psychic level, their recovery will be influenced by their mood. They'll need positive reinforcement, reassurance. 'Hug it out', as the saying goes."

Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to do that part. "Now, we know of a few people who've been sold cursed items. We've gone through radio broadcasts to get a list of everyone who was spotted entering the store. We'll need help to cover them all and make sure everyone has someone to try to snap them out of it. If you're willing to help, raise your hand and Four here can match you with someone. Any questions?"

[OOC: ~~Just a sec for the OCD!~~ Up! Have at!]

Current Location: Town Hall

bitten_notshy

Jack was starting to worry about the state of the island. It wasn't just the dark water or dying plants; there was starting to be an odor of sickness rising from the earth itself -- and, increasingly, from many residents. And to top it off, Emma had been out of contact for the last few days. It happened now and again, and she hadn't been quiet hadn't been nearly long enough to truly worry. But talking to her would still put his mind at ease.

He didn't know what to make of it all, but it was enough to put a werewolf on his guard.

He tried to put the concerns out of his mind as he got to work. There were always liquor shelves to reorganize, and paperwork to do.

bitten_notshy

Jack was mostly healed when he made it to work today -- and, even better, Emma had gotten fussed about him fighting with a supervillain (silly girl) and had portalled into town for some weekend TLC. It was only reluctantly that he left her back at his house to get to work, and he definitely wouldn't be lingering to closing time.

There was already a sign in the club window: HALF-PRICE GUINNESS, $3 GREEN COCKTALS. Jack looked at it warily before proceeding inside.

The DJ and Tiny were both dressed all in green, and the DJ had decided to add a mix of Irish folk songs to the mix. Turned out that for one small island, the Irish had produced quite a number of songs about the English stealing their land, sheep and/or women.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

bitten_notshy

There was plenty for Jack to do at the bar today, but all of it seemed weirdly uninspiring. Somebody else could reorder the vodka, and he had a few days before he needed to bother with payroll. He could do it all when he -- yawn -- wasn't so damned tired.

Besides, Eric was out today. Jack normally stayed far from the VIP section -- it reeked of vampire -- but today it looked soft and cozy. He ended up napping in a VIP booth, legs covered with his jacket.

The DJ, in between naps of his own, played soft acoustic lullabies.

[OOC: Open, sleepy bar and post.]

bitten_notshy

Weeks where the island almost emptied out for school breaks had always bored Jack, but he'd barely noticed this last one. If anything, it had made for a nice break after the sheer hormonal overload that had been the week leading up to the trip. But it was over now, which he supposed meant he had to be prepared for actual customers.

He let Tiny handle as many of said customers as he could get away with, though. He still had five episodes left of the new season of Mansion of Games and not much else was getting done until he finished watching them.

[OOC:Open bar/open post]

bitten_notshy

Jack had followed Emma back to New York for a long weekend, so this was his first day being hit full-force by the sex pollen. After so long on the island, he knew what this was and that it would pass.

But the combination of wolf senses and supercharged pheromones still wasn't fun. Jack spent much of his workday in the club's office, attending to paperwork and avoiding all human contact. Tiny could take care of the customers. In his corset and false eyelashes, he looked much more approachable than Jack was anyhow.

bitten_notshy

The bar was already fully decorated today when Jack came to work, with paper cutout groundhogs dangling merrily from the ceiling, stuffed toy groundhogs nestled in the booths, and a special of sweet vermouth on the rocks with a twist announced on the board out front.

Also, Tiny was dressed as a groundhog and studiously ignoring Jack's questions as to why.

In other words, it was another minor holiday at Devil's Nest. Come have a drink.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

bitten_notshy

Jack had seen Drinkies on cable earlier that day.

Jack was trying to teach himself to juggle bottles.

Jack was failing spectacularly. Thankfully, his werewolf reflexes allowed him to catch most of the bottles before they broke.

{OOC: Open bar, open post!]

begmetwice.livejournal.com

You know, when one harbored an enormous number of secrets, it was probably best to avoid human contact entirely on a day when everyone was compelled to tell the truth. And that was why Irene spent most of Thursday tucked away in her flat, reorganizing her wardrobe. (There was quite a lot to go through, honestly.)

But eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured out to the Perk -- her secrets were fairly safe if she didn't talk to anyone, she figured, but she was incredibly intrigued as far as what she might overhear, and what she might learn. The trick was just not to talk, at all, herself.

She ordered by pointing to the menu, which meant the barista told her that she was just as stuck-up as he'd always figured but at least she was hot enough to get away with it, and found herself a table to enjoy the atmosphere. And eavesdrop. And hopefully not talk to anyone, beyond that charming little encounter.

[lols no please make her talk. totally open!]

bitten_notshy

Jack's first week at law school had been surprisingly difficult. He was used to school coming easily: First, because he'd wanted to please Sebastien so much, and, later, because no subsequent teacher was a tenth as demanding as Sebastien had been.

But those days had ended. Jack's head was so full of case law to read and legal theory to digest -- not to mention the social complications of coming in midyear -- that he barely madeit to the bar at all.

It was refreshing, to be in a place where he was faced with no problems more demanding than overstocked absinthe and understocked vodka. He'd have to call the liquor vendor before he did anything else.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

Jack encouraged the DJ to pump up the volume on his godwaful mix of contemporary holiday music to eardrum-endangering levels. The racked was was, as noted, godawful, but it served to cover the horror-themed Christmas songs coming from the smaller island. (Really, the island's taste in music -- and heaven knew when Jack had started to think landmasses had those -- was almost worse than the ghosts.)

He adjusted his earplugs to block as much noise as possible and, as he wiped off the bar's tables and counter, went back to mentally calculating the hours until his holiday vacation. There always seemed to be too many.

[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

After a rather whirlwind ~~if handwavey~~ graduation weekend, Jack was now the holder of a BA in European history and a waiver that would let him start law school in a month. Meaning, if all went according to plan -- and he'd long since given up expecting that to be the case -- he'd be a full-fledged attorney in less than three years.

He'd also had a birthday, so he was now 23. (Or 133, if one was inclined to look at it that way, which Jack only was when he was trying to be unsettling.)

But while major life events came and went, Jack's work at the bar seemed to be eternal. As was, apparently, the island's capability to come up with new and surprising strange events. The dance floor was full of chickens in cunning little capes when Jack got to work. They squawked and flapped a little when he walked through them, but otherwise seemed content where they were.

He decided to let them be, even the one who decided his shoulder was a roost. He didn't particularly like having chickens inside the club, but he suspected he'd like having angry chickens around even less.

[OOC: Open club, open post!]

bitten_notshy

Jack almost didn't make it through the door today. He got hit by the snow and felt like he was far, far too special to do anything as mundane as make out an employee schedule and order more supplies for the washrooms. No, he was a Chosen One, all blond curls and wit, and like Chosen Ones everywhere he just had to sing about it.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show...

[OOC: Open bar, open post.]

bitten_notshy

"I know you missed me," Jack teased Tiny as he stashed his coat and hat and rolled up his sleeves for a day's work. "But yesterday was a drop-dead date on something for school, so I switched my shift for the week."

Tiny ... grunted. He was a barkeep of few words, and he didn't see the point of worrying about Jack's exact whereabouts to begin with.

In other words, it was another normal Monday at the Devil's Nest. It just happened to be a Monday that took place on Tuesday.

bitten_notshy

It was a rainy gray day, which always made Jack slightly homesick for England. It was perverse,that he missed the bad weather, but Jack had learned to accept it.

The feeling inspired him to research tea-based cocktails. Earl Grey, gin and lavender didn't sound half-bad ...

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

bitten_notshy

Jack spent an unpleasant amount of his shift at the bar today singing a duet with Tiny about the different flavors of vodka they had in stock. It was lengthy and rather terrifying.

Honestly, he was relieved when Tiny found himself performing a Taylor Swift medley instead and left Jack to hum in solitude.

[OOC: No OCD because late!]

throughaphase

It wasn't that Hayley was really working tonight. She was just feeling terrible about the weekend, which wasn't really that different from how she felt any given day anymore, except that she'd woken up with some strange guy, she was even further from her daughter than she normally was, she didn't know where she was and couldn't call home without her phone. So, she'd gone for a drink.

And then the guy behind the bar had called her Kitty (which... was that supposed to be some werewolf crack? She had no idea) and generally been annoying, and then at one point he'd started to sing...

Long story short, it'd been a while since Hayley had fed, so Tino was now laying all crumpled with two holes in his neck in the corner behind the bar, out of sight, and Hayley was sitting behind the bar with her feet up on the counter and a glass of bourbon in hand. She might even get you a drink if you asked nicely.

bitten_notshy

Jack Skellington had spent the day before happily exploring the island. If he missed Halloweentown or wondered where he was, the discomfort quickly ebbed as he realized he was in a new place full of strange new things and stranger new people. And if they gawped at the walking skeleton in a Sandy Claws costume, he didn't mind -- he was busy gawping right back at them.(So much pink skin! And no one had more than one head or fewer than two arms!).

But there wasn't anything Christmassy going on, and that seemed like it simply wouldn't do. So he set up an ornate chair -- placing it in the park so he could keep an eye on the funny pink birds -- and posted signs around the island that read MEET SANDY CLAWS. He sung happily to himself as he waited for visitors.

What’s this? There’s people singing songs.
What’s this? The streets are lined with little creatures,
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?

[OOC: Open post, some weekend SP in effect. Guess who just rewatched Nightmare Before Christmas?]

icecoldfrost

Look, Emma was a growing ermine. Of COURSE she was going to try and eat the burrito that was larger than she was before they even got back to the house. Jack could not expect her to ride nicely in a bag with a take-out box and not try to wedge herself into the box and eat ALL THE FOOD.

(Caring for an ermine was astonishingly similar to dealing with an evil-genius cat who had opposable thumbs. If she fits, she sits, and Emma was utterly convinced she would 'fits' into the box with the food and that meant it was HERS ALL HERS.)

Well, right up until there was the 'pop' of displaced air and Emma Frost was sitting on the ground, 'wearing' - for lack of a better term - a bag. And nothing but a bag. With the box of take-out sitting on her head like a demented hat.

At least she wasn't wearing any of the burrito?

"I hate this island."

[OOC:

bitten_notshy modded shamelessly! OPEN POST.]

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If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

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

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

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

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

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

Out-of-Character Comms

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

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Disclaimer

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

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