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doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com

Navaan was once again behind the counter of Dite's Decadent Delights, where hand-crafted chocolate and pastry confections could be bought. They were expensive, but they were worth every penny.

Or so Navaan had been told. She didn't really find herself craving much of what could be found at Dite's. At least, not what could be found out front. But then, the expensive treats out front were hardly what drew people to Dite's anyway. They just made for an excellent cover and a reason why a pastry shop wasn't crawling with customers.

She shuffled about the display, making it look like there had been some legitimate customers yesterday, keeping an eye on the door and a hand by her weapon. In a town like this one, you never knew what kind of trouble was going to walk through those doors.

doubleohblonde

James wasn't really sure where he'd woken up, it hadn't been his room at Fettes, or Aunt Charmian's place, though he supposed it was better than... well, best not to think about it.

Venturing out in search of a bracing hot drink he also managed to deduce from the accent of the girl behind the counter that it definitely wasn't Scotland or England either. Which left the nagging question of how the bloody hell he'd gotten to America in his sleep.

[Open!]

Current Mood: confused

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. ]]

dollpocalypse

It was nearly the end of the lunch hour, and Topher still hadn't met his quota.

Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending endless afternoons out on the street waiting to be approached. It was miserable, and yet, The Russian wouldn't accept anything less. Topher didn't want to know what she would do if he didn't bring in enough money for the day. It would be cruel, he knew that, and he would surely end up suffering far worse than an afternoon spent on the streets.

So this afternoon found him like all the others: waiting, shivering, and contemplating the misery and despair that was his life. Maybe one day he would fall in love, he thought wistfully, and rise above the emptiness that had consumed him for so long.

Wouldn't that be nice.

[[Open! Though there will be no actual sex happening. Topher will just probably weep at anyone who tries to pick him up.]]

guardian-god.livejournal.com

With plans in motion that required Dimitri to be away on Thursday, he'd managed to swap shifts with Rose.

Much to Jessi's pleasure.

"You're working Tuesdays again!" she squeed, beaming at Dimitri as she leaned her tightly spandexed self over the counter. "Did Rose get fired?" Aww, look at her pretending to be sad.

It seemed there was never an escape from Jessi being an idiot. Dimitri didn't bother looking up from his work. "No. Is that going to make you quit?" If his tone hadn't been so flat, someone might have thought he was teasing.

"Oh no, I'd totally pick up a shift if you needed it," Jessi said sweetly after taking a moment to figure that out. "So you don't have to hold off on firing her because no one would cover her." She beamed at Dimitri, fluttering her long ~~fake~~ eyelashes.

"No, that's not necessary," Dimitri told her in a manner that would have been called hasty if he cared about her feelings. "Don't you have a...dance class to run?" Remembering the name of her specialty also seemed to be more than Dimitri was willing to invest in their conversation.

"Dimiiiiiiitriiiiiii," she whined. "It's Tae Bo. Not dancing. But I was thinking about starting a jazz-fusion-yoga-spin class? Do you think people would like that? I could show you some of my moves?" Ever hopeful, she was.

...That was quite possibly the most annoying sound ever heard and Dimitri rubbed at one ear in his continued refusal to look up. "Again, not necessary." Shuddering would be unprofessional. "But feel free to share your ideas with the others. Rose and Ashley might be willing to help get it started." Or kill him for offering their services.

He waited when she didn't run off immediately. "Go somewhere not here."

"Fiiiine," she said with a sigh. "I'll tell them you told them they had to help." With a toss of that blonde hair, she sashayed off, completely convinced he was watching her every step of the way.

It was kind of sick how deluded she was. But Dimitri was free of her and had yet to remove himself to the office so the day could be considered a win.

Also, he wasn't a bear.

[Thanks to

guardianborn who is so kind to entertain me by playing Jessi in email.]

Current Mood: dorky

solo_sword

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

bigdamnprincipal

Even after all her time in Fandom, Zoe still didn't consider herself to be very girly, but that didn't change how she felt about having the staff meeting at the spa. If nothing else, she was hoping that the calming setting would keep those who liked to argue with each other from fighting for one blessed afternoon. Getting to see what the men picked to do with their time had the potential to be entertaining as well, but she wasn't going to admit that.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

It was just another night at the bar. Just another normal night.

Except that the zombies decided to become a mariachi band. Jolee just sighed.

[OOC: If I'm slow at all, it's just because Jack Bauer is shooting people. I'm around!]

socksofcool.livejournal.com

Despite spending the entire night staring off into the distance, remembering how Johnny had bought the farm, how Billy Bob had bit it, how Charlie had gone to that baseball diamond in the sky, and how Tiny Tim...oh poor Tiny Tim, Seely had managed to hear radio, to hear the name of his girl, the only one who'd ever understood his secret past, the one he could never go home to, she was here, but here with another man.

Perfect manly tears slowly trickled their solitary paths down his cheek as he wandered near the pond.

[ooc: Seely's here for one in particular, but open for anyone needing a duck pond for their catfight to end in]

Current Mood: numb

doubleohblonde

The thing about attempting to repress via beating your liver into submission with alcohol was that when you woke up both incredibly hungover and female, you tended to only care about the former.

Which was why Bond was glaring at a double shot of espresso in the Perk instead of ~~taking advantage of~~ worrying about his new anatomy like he should (and under any other circumstances, would) have been doing.

[open!]

Current Mood: hungover

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Couldn't believe it. Eight months, she'd been opening this joint. She was gonna miss it.

"You gonna miss me?" Faith asked Tino. She stuck out her cleavage. "I mean, you're gonna miss these, right? You can say it."

Tino didn't answer.

Caritas was open. For Faith's last shift.

(OOC: We're gonna call this Faith's goodbye post, so if you've got anything to say, stop in and have a drink!)

Current Mood: bouncy

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

It had taken Sarah Louise a little while to get out of the weird glowy house, but she had gotten out, and then there was cake!

Well, there still was cake. She just couldn't quite reach it. "Gimme," she called, poking at the glass display, "Gimme!" A pause. "All of it, please."

She heard people were better at giving you things if you said please.

[ oooopen! ]

doubleohblonde

There was an extremely befuddled pony standing at one of the tables in the Perk, trying to convince the staff to give him a bowl of coffee.

Bond supposed he should have been glad that the baristas seemed to find him as charming as a pony as when he was human, or that he had his code-number rather than the MI-6 seal on his rear, but really, those sugar cubes over there were most distracting.

[Open.]

Current Mood: indescribable

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

Today was the day. Kerrigan eyed the dropship with some apprehension. Today.

Running a hand through her hair, she reshouldered the bag on her shoulder for the umpteenth time upon approach. It was ready. It was fixed up. She had her armor, and her rifle, and she'd seen River off to graduation...

It didn't make this any easier. But-- she was needed. Yeah.

It would be an hour or so before she finally made the engines run, the sparks would pass from cable to cable and the ship would lift off, shuttling a fast wind across the junkyard as it forced itself into the sky.

For now, though, Kerrigan was here.

[ open, for anyone who wants to say goodbye to Kerrigan, or who has any business in the junkyard, yay ]

perfectmissyork.livejournal.com

The little tea luncheon that Charlotte always set up on Sundays at the Gallery that usually got ignored was getting more than enough attention today, thanks to the little Chinese girl who seemed absolutely in love with being all adorable and polite and serving the tea and nibbling the little tea sandwiches and being all cute and proper about it. It would seem that Charlotte's supposed adopted daughter was quite the little lady, which, really, only made sense. Charlotte watched little Shayla fondly as she babbled (a lot of it kind of incoherant, but Charlotte nodded along), long streams as she tried to sit nice and straight in one of the chairs in the reception hall, only interrupted by when the little girl wanted to run about the gallery and oooh and ahhhh at all the really big and prettiful, colorful pictures.

"Buh no tut-ching!" she reminded no one in particular.

The York Gallery was open!

not_in_the_book

It was later in the evening; the dance went on.

[OCD is up!]

not_in_the_book

Not far from where the Skeleton Tea had been held earlier in the day, there was a tent that had been erected, with thiny, gauzy material and bone-like poles. ~~Not dirty.~~ The lights were soft as the evening grew darker, casting a welcoming, yet vaguely spooky illumination on the proceedings.

The proceedings of PROM.

One side of the tent was open, backing against a grove of trees; there were a few lights among them, but for the most part they offered shadowy nooks for anyone who wished to be a bit apart from the main action. The rest of the tent was enclosed, save for the entrance, and the same skeletons who'd worked the Tea earlier were at the refreshments table, ready and willing to serve any students or chaperones who approached. At one end of the table was the ballot box for prom court voting.

The music was just getting started, and the dance floor was yet to fill up, but regardless, Fandom High Prom 2008 was underway!

[~~Wait for~~ OCD is up! Have fun, everyone!]

neverfaithful.livejournal.com

Faith set up the bar on time, bouncing around, showing off her t-shirt.

Tino didn't seem too impressed.

She put a sign up for the night's special:

Free Drinks for the Sexually Adventurous

because she had a feeling that phrasing it directly might get her fired.

Caritas: way open.

Current Mood: bouncy

atreideslioness

Tea was quite obviously not going to solve her little 'problem', but it would help her calm down and concentrate, which is why Ghani made her way to the Perk after finding appropriate clothing. Tea and breakfast first, hunting down a solution second. The world would not end if she took a few moments to find some peace and quiet.

Although if that little barista-girl fluttered her eyelashes at Ghanima one more time, she was going to scream.

[Open for all your Perk needs!]

Current Mood: annoyed

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

She needed coffee. And a lot of it.

Kerrigan sat in the Perk with her PDA on the table and a large mug between her hands, rubbing her forehead with as much power as she could muster. Maybe if she just reached in and found the headache and ripped its little headachey heart to--

She really needed more coffee.

[ open! ]

fh-fillers.livejournal.com

Spotters went out early in the morning, to pin down the location of the angels -- and keep them pinned down.

As the sun crept higher, the relay teams were sent out, each taking a place along their route.

[ooc:

Please wait for

OCD is up; see the OOC note for how this will work. ETA: fhchat is available for questions and coordination if you want to hop on in!]

bigdamnprincipal

Sometime in the afternoon, phone calls started coming in to Zoe from the away teams, with messages of success that made her feel more relieved than she had in days. After talking to Harriet and Kerrigan about what they'd been able to accomplish, the plans to finish this fight finally started to come together, and all that seemed to be left to do was inform the town, and gather more volunteers.

Once again, fliers appeared around town and in the dorms, calling everyone who was left together for a second town meeting. Zoe gave the people who arrived some time to get settled and check in with each other, before she got up to speak.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," she said. "I'm pleased to say that I have good news to share. All of our travelers have successfully found the information we sent them to search for, and with this information, the administration has come up with two plans: one to stop the angels, and one to bring everyone who's gone missing home."

First, Zoe explained the plan to lure the angels into the preserve ~~which I will not type out again so as to not bore you all~~, and then she opened the floor to Harriet, to explain how the missing persons were being brought back ~~which has its own OCD thread la la la~~.

"What we need now are volunteers to deal with the angels, and to make this plan work. I'm not going to lie to you," she said. "It's going to be dangerous, and I know that my job is to keep the students and teachers out of danger as much as possible. But I also know that if anyone can pull this off, it's the people in this town. If we all work together, we can get rid of this threat, and get our friends and family home. If you have any questions before you volunteer, either Dean Jones or I would be happy to answer them."

[I am in no way ashamed of tonight's post subject. If you're a blinker or teleporter, you can handwave coming to the meeting and volunteering, if you want.]

stocksgrrl.livejournal.com

Arrivals to the town hall for the dance would find it decorated with darker, richer colors, from the draping streamers to the balloons scattered around to the runner on the snacks table. At the entrance, there was even a table with a variety of masks available for those who might not have brought their own, or were too damn lazy to get one, provided ever so graciously by Turtle & Canary.

And there wasn't a single speck of pink in the decorations. Nope. Not one. Turtle had made sure of it, even against the nefarious plottings of someone whose name may have rhymed with Peg Panning.

There was, however, still a lot of glitter. You could change the world, but you couldn't tempt fate.

[[ OCD ~~on its way~~ has landed! Up early to get the most out of our play; second part to go up later dependent on comment accumulation and potential punch ~~chinchillas~~ spiking ]]

[[ Quick links for eventual browser friendliness: Arrive/Mingle, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC ]]

light-a-spark.livejournal.com

Town hall seemed to have gone through a transformation for one evening as both security forces had outdone themselves. The ballroom had been made to look like the inside of a log cabin, a rather large log cabin at that, but still a log cabin. The walls were temporarily covered with woodwork and the decorative fireplaces had finally been put to use, casting a warm light on the rest of the room. The usual tables and seats to the side of the room had been replaced by comfortable, squishy couches. The middle of the hall was left open so there was plenty of room for people to dance.

Of course, there still were wooden tables covered with food and drinks spread along the length of the room. There was hot cider, mulled wine, gingerbread, apple pie and tarts with whipping cream and cider donuts,... Pumpkins, squashes and oranges with cloves were used at decorations. The tables away from the fireplaces and closer to the cooler dancefloor had been made to look like they were snowed under and the windows had been covered with fake snow and ice crystals to establish the winter theme.

It was something different.

((Up early for timezones and slowplay! As indicated before, this time it's adults only. So enjoy not having to watch yourself for ankle biters! If there's a need for it, a second post will be thrown up later.

~~Wait for OCD please! Watch me forget something, I'm sure.~~ Done. I think. Have fun!))

[[Arrive, Mingle & grab food, Fireplace & couches, Dancing, Mens room and Womens room.]]

doubleohblonde

Actually managing to get to the gym this time, Bond changed into his workout clothes and started a warming-up on one of the heavy bags.

If the familiarity of the routine meant he could just shut down his brain and not think for a while, well, he wasn't going to complain.

[For

neverfaithful, but open for your gym-ly needs (although if you want to talk to Bond massive SP is in order because I'm headed to sleep, glorious sleep).]

Current Mood: energetic

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

When Robin wandered into Caritas, it was to be met with Tino telling her that they were all out of Jose Cuervo, and she had to order more.

Robin was pretty sure it wasn't actually her problem, but the woman liked her tequila. So she was on the phone, immediately trying to get in touch with whoever delivered booze in bulk.

[this actually happened at the bar where I work. where the margarita is probably our most popular drink. yes. wtf, bar manager, wtf.]

Current Mood: grumpy

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The Perk, Tuesday Morning

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The Cold, Cold Streets of Fandom | Afternoon, Despite the Dark, Dark Darkness Overhead

Atlas Gym | Tuesday

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Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

The Park, Dangerously Close to the Duck Pond, Sunday

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The York Gallery; Sunday [ 04/27 ]

Prom! The Park, Friday Evening [Part 2]

Prom! The Park, Friday Evening

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Luring the Angels: Sunday morning

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