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Dinner was apparently going to be American today. Kids' preference. And after a tour of the island, they'd also asked for it to be at Fast Eddies. Jaime had vetoed it immediately, insisting on something more substantial than nachos and soda for dinner. Del had agreed and apparently not just because Jaime had said it. Alex had rolled his eyes and stubbed his toe into the ground, but didn't push. He did when Momoko requested Cafe Fina, though. Apparently they ate at family restaurants like that in Tokyo City all the time.

"So, what? Mooby Land?" Momoko had suggested as a joke.

...

"I am totally getting an extra shake for this," she muttered a few minutes later to Jaime as they carried the trays of Mooby Meals to the table where the kids were waiting.

[open for other families, kids, interaction, and slow play!]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had not been expecting a phone call this morning. Certainly not from some kid who was trying to sound calm but obviously more than a little panicked. And Momoko and Jaime's budget had not been expecting emergency portal bookings, either.

But after ten or fifteen minutes on the phone to calm down his caller, Jaime and Momoko had packed a couple of bags, booked a last-minute portal, and headed to Fandom. "Didn't have enough time to get all the details," he was saying, trying to sound calm himself as he and Momoko headed for the spot the kid who'd called had said they should meet up. "But something was definitely up. The way he talked sounded... I don't know. Off, I guess."

[ooc: For, you know, the girlfriend and the kids, but open if anyone wants to run into them.]

smilestopscars

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere.

Don't tell us you hadn't missed it, old Fandomites.

[ocd up! | Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Food/Open Bar | Dance Floor | Dark Corners | OOC]]

heromaniac

Momoko and Jaime arrived on Sunday and quickly found that none of the children on the island were theirs. Momoko... wasn't sure how to take that.

But JJ apparently didn't have instilled in him the strict 'no spoilers' rules that her other kids did, so she was totally pumping him for information over an early dinner.

"So the portals closed?" Momoko asked, urging JJ to go one with the story. The one explaining how she and Jono had ended up together.

JJ nodded. "When they reopened, apparently the whole dimension had reset. Mr. Reyes was a teenager again, his whole personality and history had changed."

Momoko looked aghast at Jaime. "That can happen?!"

[open as all places are!]

nookiepowered

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

bigdamnprincipal

It would appear, to anyone who came to the community center tonight, that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - white linen on the tables with gold and blue flowers as a centerpiece, and a notable lack of streamers - but there was, of course, gold and blue glitter scattered just about everywhere. This was a Fandom event after all.

[OCD is up, have at it! - Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Food/Open Bar | Dark Corners | OOC]

shagthis.livejournal.com

The weirdness had, yet again, skipped Jake.

He was honestly at the point where his relief at being skipped over by these things actually looped around full circle until he was worried that this meant Fandom had something big planned for him, eventually.

It's a good thing he worked in a bar, because Jake's method of dealing with this sort of sense of foreboding was to drink. Heavily.

nottrivial

Worried that all the glitter on the island had been used up at the dance or at yesterday's festivities? Worry no more! Because today's brunch possibly featured more glitter than the previous two days combined, though someone very intelligent had made it so that most of the glitter was located on signs and posters conveniently located out of most children's reach. Because no one wanted kids eating glitter.

The music was wolf-themed but quiet and non-scary enough to be kid-friendly. Though maybe it hadn't been the best idea to overinflate those wolf-shaped balloons.

Live and learn.

glacial_queen

Today, when all the children awoke in their beds, they would discover a most joyous occasion! There was a carnival in town! A carnival just for them! All the rides and events were all child-safe and kid-friendly. Even the thematic decorations had become kiddified; no worries about nightmares from this little guy, huh? Didn't he look like fun? Don't you just want to give him a hug?

As for any remaining adults on the island, well...there was still a carnival, okay? Sure, the rides were a lot tamer and a lot brighter and you were possibly too tall to ride the them, but it was still a carnival! A carnival soon to be filled with the loud laughter of many, many children all hyped up on drinks and food that all listed 'sugar' as their prime ingredient!

Truly, this was a day of fun and laughter for all! And probably a night filled with headaches and belly-aches for most!

Huzzah!

[OOC is up and notifs are off! Food and Drink | Tables | Bumper Cars | Merry-Go-Round | Roller Coaster | Ferris Wheel | Bouncy Castle | Pony Rides | Tilt-A-Whirl | Train Ride | Paddle Boats | Fun House | Bobbing For Apples | Whack-A-Gremlin | Water Gun Races | Face Painting | Petting Zoo | Quiet Corner | Haunted Hayride | OOC | Post II]

lovemykilt

"Well?" Priestly asked the cook. "What do you think?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be that color."

"Yeah, okay, besides that."

"It's lopsided," the dishwasher offered. "It looks like it's about to collapse on itself."

"Okay, besides that."

"Is it supposed to be burned on top?" asked the busboy.

"You guys are killing me here."

"Sorry," the cook said, not looking particularly sorry at all. "You're just never going to be a Pinterest star."

Today's specials:
Roasted pumpkin and pear soup
Cheeseburger eggrolls
S'moreos
Now hiring! Most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

bloodyspitfire.livejournal.com

It wasn't safe for him to be out and about so soon after the jailbreak, so shortly after regaining his freedom right along with everyone else in detention. Especially not taking into consideration the fact that he hadn't been able to get his hands on enough leather to so much as fake a set of bandages, to keep the riot of flames pouring from his body hidden as he walked through the dark. But so help him, Jonothon hadn't seen the sunlight in three damn years, and he swore to himself, if he ever tasted freedom again, there was only one thing he knew for certain that he was going to do.

The rest of his life was up in the air, wide open with no direction to it at all.

But this morning he was going to stand on the beach and he was going to watch a sunrise. Just one. And then he'd get on with sorting out whatever was left.

[OOC: Open to Loyalist or Resistance, just bear in mind that the guy with the nuclear weapon for a chest will be not best pleased if you try to pick a fight before the sun is up!]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime knew he should be asleep. Tomorrow promised to be a big day, after all. But that was why he couldn't seem to relax. His mind kept running around in circles.

So rather than simply sitting restlessly in his room, he decided to at least do something that was potentially useful. Not that anyone would need anything from the front desk, probably, but just in case.

Besides, maybe there would be something he could do. About... something.

Anything, really.

So instead of fidgeting in bed, unable to sleep, he was seated in the lobby. Fidgeting. Unable to sleep.

[Open for any of your wee-hours needs. If you have them.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime was distracted. Which wasn't entirely unusual. What was unusual was that he was distracted enough to, well, be noticeably distracted. He was usually quite good at being attentive and helpful and getting work done.

And of having a good idea of where the loyalties of everyone around him lay. Considering the work he did on the side, that was pretty important.

But today he was just distracted. He was at the front desk turning a bit of pink plastic over and over in his hands. It looked an awful lot like a make-up compact, actually. Not something that Jaime was likely to have considering the fact that he didn't wear make-up himself, and that he didn't really spend that much time around people who did. Mostly because he didn't spend that much time around people.

Maybe he'd just found it lying around somewhere. That seemed likely.

Every so often he would shake himself, trying to escape whatever thoughts held him in reverie, and look around. After all, he had a job to do. Two, really. Assisting Arms guests was one, and doing what little he could for the Resistance was the other.

And given his discussion with Ender the day before, that second one was beginning to feel more urgent.

gameinprogress.livejournal.com

They would have to take more of the heavy hitters out of the equation.

Ender knew that much.

Tony had been too wary to get too close to, but there was a chance they could pull him aside eventually. That wouldn't amount to much, though; he was just one player. But it would be something.

Ender sighed, leaning back in his seat in his little makeshift room. They had put up a deadline because he knew that without it, people would continue to be scattered in their efforts, and prone to give in to desperation. The downside of this was that they had a deadline, and time was ticking, and while Peter had mentioned some promising ideas coming in...

"I could have used you here, Bean," he murmured.

The large expanse of the mostly-empty attic was dimly lit, with scattered old boxes here and there. He could hear Peter tinkering with his desk in the next room, but that was that. Quiet.

[[ open, both for talking-to-Wiggins and talking-to-one-another purposes. FB for resistance. ]]

whenshewasnice

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

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

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

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

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

weldedtomyspine

Jaime needed coffee.

And space.

Not really to think about things. He had no idea what he'd even think about. Or, more accurately, he wasn't sure what thinking would accomplish. On the one hand, seeing kids that could potentially have been his as relatively well-adjusted teenagers had been kind of cool. On the other hand, they really just served as reminders that he was... unsettled ("unhappy" wasn't something he was going to admit quite yet). They seemed to come from a happy family, one where he and Momoko, somehow, worked out.

A family that he was never going to get to see, except through these brief glimpses.

So: coffee. And some breathing space. To just... ~~wallow~~ think.

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

lockestheway

The blasted heath was really enjoying itself now. Having turned everything in the campgrounds to ashes, it now spread to cover the park in full, twisting its creatures into grotesque shapes. Even sand on the beach had greyed, and tiny crabs were both growing bigger and more fearsome.

The taint climbed up the walls, destroying ivy and mosses that might have rested on them. It would take time for the rock and cement to grow brittle and crumble, but it would not be more than a few days before even the buildings of Fandom Town would submit, and turn to ashes.

The heath now reached its tendrils slowly into one direction. The dorms, once so far away, coming ever closer to its reach.

[[ mod your critters, or go here for NPCs. ]]

heromaniac

Momoko loved the Cafe Fina for many reasons, mostly having to do with the food. But she also loved the cafe staff, and the fact that they put up with so much from her.

Which was totally what they were doing now. She had a large table in the back of the dining room covered in papers and calendars and notebooks, her laptop set to one side; August was only eight days away and after that, she and Jaime would be leaving the island for different worlds. She was totally not going to give him up without a fight, and so she was trying to work on a plan.

She was working so hard on it, actually, that she didn't notice the bowl of beef stew the Napkin had just set in front of her... and because she was reading a pricing brochure from Portalocity, no less!

The wait staff had an amused side-bet going on with the kitchen staff about whether or not she'd break when they brought out the white chocolate raspberry chocolate tart.

[Momoko is expecting one, but the Cafe is open otherwise!]

Current Mood: busy

weldedtomyspine

Dinner had been nice. It occurred to Jaime as he and Momoko walked along the street that they didn't go out nearly often enough. It was just so much easier to stay in and watch DVDs and eat junk food. They'd sort of fallen into a routine. And... while that was fun, he didn't want to... just do that.

So they'd had a real date. And he'd even let himself get talked into taking Momoko shopping for a 'real' cowboy hat. And then boots. And a belt.

The kind that didn't make her look like a tourist.

"See?" he explained, arm linked through hers. "Much better than that tourist-y thing you got in El Paso."

endsthegame

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

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

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

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

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

endsthegame

Some would rejoice, others would cry, and a good chunk of Fandom's population would probably wind up with mixed feelings. This portal had brought the children onto the island but two nights ago, and now it had ~~reversed the polarity of the neutron flow~~ returned to take them back.

It floated calmly in the middle of the park's clearing, exuding a soft yellow light. It wouldn't steer the children wrong.

Say your goodbyes, Fandom... for the year.

[[ up early for sp, and open to all. *hands out tissues at the door* ]]

heromaniac

Momoko was sitting in the Cafe Fina, poking a spoon at a parfait. She'd tried rifling through the cupboards of the common room, looking for something to eat, but she needed more than just candy and packaged cookies to deal with the two unopened envelopes on the table in front of her. So far, she'd finished three slices of cake, one slice of pie, and two bowls of warm cobbler a la mode.

She pushed at the two envelopes with her parfait spoon, frowning. The results of her National Exams and Police Academy test had both arrived in today's mail. Both marked confidential, both meaning different ways for her life to go. Both reminding her that school ended in just a few months.

Did it mean something if one was a thicker envelope than the other? Hadn't one of Dinah's university letters been thicker? Which one was it; the good news or the bad?

"And what exactly do I think is good news?" Momoko frowned and dug back into her parfait, completely not wanting to open either envelope. She hadn't had nearly enough snacks yet.

[Open, as the cafe is. Feel free to bug her or not!]

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Current Mood: excited

weldedtomyspine

Jaime had a couple of SAT prep books he needed to spend some time going through. And that? Required coffee.

Fortunately for him, there was a place where he could get it. After ordering the largest black coffee that the Perk would furnish him with, Jaime found a table slightly out of the way and began to set up camp. Notebook, test prep books, laptop (wifi was amazing), and coffee. What more did a boy need to score high on the SATs so that his life plans didn't crash and burn before they got off the ground?

[Open for all your coffee and/or mocking Jaime for studying too much needs. Probably other needs, too, but I can't think of them off-hand.]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had spent most of the morning training, and was treating herself to a frappachino now, leaning back in one of the booths and sipping as she watched Fandom go by outside the window. All of it. No parts missing.

A lazy summer day, and caffeine. Two and a half weeks to go.

[so open]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had her eskrima, a gun, and her knives from Arthur. Hearing about some of the things out here had her possibly a little over-weaponed.

Then again, what were you supposed to do against big dark areas of nothing?

"Any suggestions on where to start?"

[for the Blue Beetle, although open if anyone's wandering around this part of town]

lordofthecats.livejournal.com

Lion-o found himself missing all the World Cup soccer matches. He ended up arranging a game between the forks and the spoons, with the spoons wiping the floor with the forks.

Today's Special
Blackberry, Lemon and Gingersnap Cheesecake Pudding

Café Fina is open. Just watch out for the soccer ball!

weldedtomyspine

"Not that I'm objecting or anything, but I have to ask why this movie? I mean, sure it's got some great swordfights. And that whole over the top evil bastard villain, and the accents..."

Jaime trailed off and looked over at the girl whose hand he was holding. "Okay, never mind, I totally see it now."

[Expecting the one, but open for any of your hot Latin swashbuckling film needs.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime didn't really need (more) coffee at the moment, but he was at the Perk anyway. With all the weirdness around Fandom he'd learned to tune out the Scarab's near-constant low-grade series of alerts. Because even acknowledging them all would be a full-time job.

Which was Jaime's current excuse for not having picked up on the innocuous little warning of 'previous bearer (deceased) detected'. Not that he knew that was his excuse due to the still not having picked up on things, but still.

It was going to be a really good excuse when he needed to bust it out. Really.

[Open]

heromaniac

"Ice cream is a wonderful treat. Dairy is good for you! And there's plenty of calcium! As long as you don't eat too much, of course!"

"Get candy! And sprinkles. Lots of syrup, chocolate and butterscotch! Ah! And have them mix in some cookie pieces and those bits of cake. In a waffle cone. No! A chocolate dipped waffle cone!"

Momoko rolled her eyes as she held open the door to the Chilly Boulder. "Look! It's nice that you two can finally agree on something," she looked in turn at the frilly-dressed mini-Momoko perched on one shoulder and the mini leather-clad yakuza Momoko crouched on the other. "But please stop yelling in my ears! You've been doing that all day!"

"Are you sure you can't see or hear them? Either one? They are totally loud and annoying." She looked over at Dinah, shaking her head, but grinning. Even a whole day of listening to the two mini-Momokos telling her what to do all day, giving her advice, and arguing about things that she was glad no one else could hear, wasn't annoying enough to prevent her from enjoying an evening of ice cream and fun with her friends.

[Chilly Boulder is open!]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Now Showing:
Mortal Difficulty

Dinah grinned as the ticket taker took Jaime's ticket. "You realize this movie is older than either of us, right?"

[for

weldedtomyspine, but hey, you can catch the movie too]

weldedtomyspine

"I came in here earlier tonight to make sure they didn't offer me my usual table and ask how many attractive ladies would be joining me," Jaime explained as he held the door open for Dinah. "Since that would be a bit embarrassing, and I'd prefer to leave with all my ribs unbroken."

"And I don't want you hurting any of my regular ladies, either."

And if Jaime tensed up, ready to take a playful (or less than playful) shot to the ribs for that one.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was wearing her new leather jacket (thanks Roy!) over the velvet skirt and satin shirt (thanks Francine!) on one last sanity-having date with Jaime before her family showed up tomorrow. And then graduation. And parties. And probably some tearful good-byes. But not just yet!

Might as well make the most of time left, right?

[for the boyfriend, but open for all your steakhouse needs]

weldedtomyspine

"And here I thought the most important thing to celebrate was the end of classes," Jaime laughed, holding the door open for Dinah. "And here it turns out you're all grown up and stuff."

Or, well, something.

He was going to have to be careful not to overplay things... he only had to keep her distracted for a while before innocently leading her to Caritas, after all.

[For, well, the one. No, not Neo, the other one.]

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

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]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah had grabbed a gas mask from the lobby, left a message with a couple people (on the principle it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission), had a sword and knives, and hey, leather jacket and steel-toed boots! Also, back-up on the way.

Time to take out some monkey-ponies and mini-dinosaurs.

[expecting one, but open to anyone wanting to get their fighty on this evening]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

As promised, Dinah and Jaime were doing something date-like and deliberate-- going to Fast Eddie's for food and games after work and clubs were done. "So, classic question: bowling or pool? And nachos or fries?" Dinah asked.

[for

weldedtomyspine, but open for all your Fast Eddie fun]

mistressofblack.livejournal.com

When Miyako crept down the inside stairs to Cafe Fina, she was tired, a little hungry, and incredibly frustrated. She'd finally determined that she was -- somehow -- on Earth, and not in the Digital World, but she still had no idea how she'd gotten where she was, she didn't have Hawkmon with her, and she was more than a little frustrated that her friends hadn't replied to her messages.

So she'd spent the night tossing and turning with worry, she'd been hesitant to use the (well-stocked) kitchen, and thus she'd ended up creeping down to Cafe Fina in hopes that someone would tell her what's going on.

Of course, the Cheese Grater took one look at her, frowned, and forced an apron into her hands. "You'll do," he said, and then shoved her towards the specials sign.

Specials

Harumaki
Pork Spring Rolls

Temarizushi
'Thread Ball' Sushi'

Butaniku-no-Misozuke-Yaki
Miso-Marinated Fried Pork

Green Tea Pound Cake

Mochi Daifuku Ice Cream
With Vanilla, Strawberry, or Red Bean Ice Cream

After filling out the menu board, Miyako went to familiarise herself with the cash register, happy to see that it wasn't much different from the one in her family's store.

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was relieved to be past Doom Day, and back to just tending the flowers without worrying about an invasion. She also agreed with Monday and Tuesday employees. Definitely a dinner after we get back!

4 Days 'til Spring Break!

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

[and ocd-free. Up early, responding early, back at 6:30pmEST]

living_endless

Didi was exceptionally cheerful as she got to work today. If you wanted to know why, you might get an idea from the cartoon mouse pin that had replaced the smiley face on her jacket, or from the guidebook to Disneyland she kept flipping through in between customers. (She was going to drag Jono on the submarine ride at least three or four times).

Customers who talked to her might hear a lot of burbling about how birthdays were the best things ever, and she had the best boyfriend there had ever been.

Squishy Flavors: Birthday Cake, Cupcake, Grape Judas.

Current Mood: excited

weldedtomyspine

The Blue Beetle hadn't actually been seen in Fandom, and he'd never really planned on showing up. Which, given the sorts of things he knew about the place, was pretty silly of him. With the goings-on this weekend, though, there was a bright blue guy soaring through the air looking for places he could help out.

He was a mite conspicuous.

[Feel free to get spotted, or to spot him around town! Totally open.]

weldedtomyspine

Jaime managed to make it all the way from the dorms to the restaurant without A) getting lost, B) blurting out anything too idiotic sounding, or C) doing something else embarrassing. That totally counted as a win. Also a win? He'd remembered to make a reservation for the night. Not that he'd been sure he needed it, but one disastrous date with Traci had been enough to ensure that he always got a reservation. Just in case.

"So, wait," Jaime managed around a laugh as he looked over at the girl on his arm. "You did what to the 'gators?"

[For the girl, but if anyone else wants Thai food...]

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Last shift before winter break, and Dinah was admiring the red and green streaks in her hair and on her face now, thanks. And laughing at the note someone from an earlier shift had left in response to hers.

The poinsettas really did look kind of ominous. She arranged them behind a little fence enclosure, and watched them for a few minutes, then wrote another note.

I think I have the poinsettas cornered, guys. Don't turn your backs on them. The garlands are looking suspiciously innocent and the watering can is missing again. Watch yourselves!

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

[and silly and OCD-free]

likeababyduck.livejournal.com

Lance Sweets, Doctor Extraordinaire, was not currently on duty and, as such, decided to indulge in a cup of coffee and the Sunday paper. He spent a lot of time reading the obituaries and regretting that he hadn't been able to save all those poor people with his amazing medical skills.

[expecting one, but can be open if you want to talk to Sweets/need emergency medical care. or use for your own Perk needs]

icecoldfrost

There was something that Emma had been meaning to do for months, but it had just kept slipping her mind. Until today.

So after a quick trip to the post office to mail two envelopes; one addressed to Rosto the Piper, Tortall, and the other to Morton diGlacia, and both filled with pictures of certain young ladies all dressed up for Homecoming, Emma was at the Perk. Thoroughly enjoying her large latte and a book, and a mission well-done.

And if Karla whined, it was all her fault anyway from yesterday's little note-passing conversation.

Emma was not above playing dirty, no.

[Open Perk, yo!]

Current Mood: amused

blondecanary.livejournal.com

"We never did get to do this while we were at the resort," Dinah said, holding the door open for Clark, "But I still owe you some ice cream. What's your poison?"

[for a

redandblueblur, but open, as ice cream places are]

heromaniac

There was a buzzing in the air as Momoko flew the helicopter around the park. A sudden movement on the ground distracted her for just a moment, but it was long enough in 'flight time' that when she looked back up, the helicopter was heading into some trees. She worked the controls frantically, and managed to gain enough air and speed that she barely clipped the branches, but she wasn't home free - in fact, after just a few feet, the craft began to sputter and fall to the ground.

"No no no!" She jiggled the small box she was holding but the falling chopper was out of range of the remote. She ran closer and managed to catch the machine just before it hit the ground. She checked for any scratches or damage; she didn't want to explain to Reno that she'd broken the toy he'd given her. "That would be an awkward phone call," she muttered, relieved.

It was good, though, and she sent it up again, following with the remote. She shifted her voice a bit: "Kshhh. Roger, base. We are good to go. The alien tree monster appears to have lost interest after catching us in its forcefield. Sending coordinates and continuing surveillance of the planet. Over."

[Open, as the park is. Feel free to join the exploration!]

Current Mood: kooky

atreideslioness

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[~~Wait for the OCD if you please~~. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Current Mood: accomplished

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