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fuzzynblue.livejournal.com

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

If you've ever missed out on the sight of a fuzzy blue Muppet with his arms flailing over his head as he runs, screaming, down the street at just past dawn on a Thursday, well...now you haven't.

The source of Grover's panic? A 500 pound Chicken From Hell.

At least he's not overreacting?

[OOC: Open, sure :)]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

Aeryn being Aeryn, she was technically at work today. "Technically" because she was standing outside it with a pulse rifle, more than happy to shoot at anything unfriendly that came near. And she supposed she'd probably maybe have to sell things if people came around on a day where monsters were everywhere, but she was mostly about the shooting.

And to think, she'd started to feel bored in this place, but this felt more like her extremely weird life.

[Open!]

toomanyofme.livejournal.com

After filming a presentation to be sent to the School Board to warn them of the future, Jamie seriously needed a stiff drink.

Only to find that Caritas wasn't open. Jamie wasn't having any of that...

So he opened Caritas and started to do his best liquor juggling routine a-la Tom Cruise to entertain the customers.

Tino who just happened to be doing inventory that night was not amused. And was also writing a note to Kitty on why he was not cleaning that mess up.

[Caritas hijacked with permission!]

toomanyofme.livejournal.com

Zoe had told Jamie that he could put together a message to the school board in order to prevent the future Faandom from becoming a dystopia.

Zoe was probably going to regret that decision.

For now it meant that Jamie and his duplicates had set up a makeshift stage and procured a video camera for the occasion.

As he waited for his fellow campfire members to show up, Jamie settled down to drink his soy latte. He wasn't sure why he was drinking a soy latte but for some reason it seemed appropriate.

[For the campfire members and anyone else who wants to witness a potential train wreck.]

robinonadderall

Stiles had a restless night, so at first he wasn't phased by the fact he had to blink a few times in order to try to make out the words on his computer. But when the words on the screen were still a jumble a minute later he became more worried.

Maybe it was that weird thing that was going on. The weird Fandom thing. With the nose bleeds and the alternate universes. He was from an alternate universe where he couldn't read. Only problem was his nose wasn't bleeding. And the fact that he knew his nose should have been bleeding told him that this wasn't Fandom. Something else was wrong with him.

Well he wouldn't be getting much work done today.

toomanyofme.livejournal.com

A group of Jamies were huddled by the causeway.

"Did we get everything?"

Preparing for a ritual that might be the key to saving the future of Fandom island.

"Mandrake root. Fur from a teal deer. Nightshade. Dried stickbugs. Is that everything?"

Then again this is Jamie Madrox we're talking about.

"Almost everything. We couldn't get a live chicken."

"What did we get as a replacement?"

"The ten piece chicken meal from Il Pollo."

The Lannisters don't have anything to worry about.

[For anyone who wants to see Jamie totally blow a magic spell. Open.]

chief-cheerio.livejournal.com

After 24 hours in this strange new version of Fandom, Quinn was almost certain it wasn't a trap or a loyalty test. Which meant she was ... free. Maybe. She'd loved her job under the Lannisters, but she had to admit it was nice to hear songs besides "The Rains of Castamere."

Today she was passing an uncharacteristically leisurely morning in the coffee shop with a muffin and a latte. Out of habit, she kept one eye on the other patrons. If she woke up back in 2050 again tomorrow, she wanted to know who might need to be disciplined.

[OOC: Open coffee shop. I have missed this girl.]

iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com

It occurred to Elsa that she really didn't know quite how to get in touch with Rinoa if there were things she wanted to ask her about. Things, like, say, going into the back room and pulling out all of the potentially dangerous reading material that Rinoa had packed safely away when she'd first opened shop here. The books out front were all fine and well if you wanted to learn about spirit animals or international myths and superstitions, but there wasn't anything up here that seemed solid enough to really be useful, given what was going on around the island right now.

Given what Joker had told her about Eleanor.

So, if she was going to pull risky, powerful books out from the back room, she was going to have to be discreet about it. Only a few at a time, and she'd silently read them while holding them out of view, just below the counter. So far... so far there was nothing about rifts or swapping people out for other versions of themselves. She'd found a spell that could trade the minds of a person and a cat, and another one to create miniature vortexes to a Hell dimension in case you wanted to banish cockroaches away, but she was filing both of those under, "Wait, what? Why?"

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com

It was Aeryn's first day of work- at a paying job ever, actually- and while she wouldn't say she was nervous, she did want to get things right. Especially considering she only had a very basic understanding of this planet so far.

That 'basic understanding of the planet' thing was already getting very old, by the way.

Today was going to be spent familiarizing herself with the shop and its weapons. Mostly the weapons. They may be primitive, but she could still understand those.

[Open like a job post!]

peace_n_war

This couldn't be right.

Warren had done a few laps of the island after winding up unceremoniously deposited halfway down a set of stairs that he'd ever so gracefully tumbled down. He hadn't been hurt, of course, but his dignity had suffered a fair bit in the fall. It wasn't until he picked himself up again and looked around that he realized he probably hadn't just stumbled. He'd been about to blame the weird way the world around him seemed to twitch on the fall itself.

Now, stepping into a coffee shop that actually sold a decent coffee, he was pretty positive that that wasn't the case. His trek around the island had let him get a feel for how many things were unfamiliar, and how many things were familiar in a way he'd thought he'd never see again.

It was almost satisfying, seeing the way the barista inched away from him as he stepped up to the counter to order. Not that he meant to be intimidating.

... Okay, yes, he did. Either way, she probably didn't expect that he was just ordering a green tea, going by the look she gave him. He settled down at one of the tables, tea in hand, and looked out the window with a frown. This was definitely not the Fandom he'd woken up in this morning.

He hoped this was going to last.

[OOC: ... I missed this boy. Open!]

hiddenkilt.livejournal.com

When it came right down to it, Priestly probably shouldn't have been out and about, today. He wasn't sure if he over starched his suit -- hearing the radio report about his lack of care in his clothing this morning had led to some mildly panicked laundry -- but the fabric seemed exceptionally heavy and itchy today. It took most of his focus to keep from ripping the thing off right there in the streets. But he knew he needed to keep moving, today especially. If he stopped somewhere and sat down, right now, he might just burst into tears.

The news had not been good.

The reports of people dying had never been easy on him, but he'd learned coping methods to deal with them. The report of Sookie dying in detention had been harder, but the reports, from both the radio and the Resistance paper, that Karla had been caught and cursed had made it almost hard to breathe.

If they made it to Saturday, they had a chance. But Priestly was no longer even remotely certain they'd make it that long. He was anxious and terrified and angry and inches from flying apart completely, but if he just kept moving, putting one foot in front of the other, then he thought maybe he might be okay.

[ooc: posted for a particular purpose, but open before that.
Content note: Character death]

hiddenkilt.livejournal.com

Priestly was looking slightly more rumpled than usual, today, sitting outside the Perk with his tea and his papers and cookbooks. His slacks were wrinkled, his tie loosened around his neck. His five o'clock shadow was a good three hours early, and judging by the bags under his eyes, he hadn't slept well, last night.

Mind you, he never slept well. He just usually managed to hide it better.

He was meant to be starting work on his lesson plan for next week's class -- it was a fairly standard, innocuous sort of behavior to be caught at, demonstrating his supposed devotion to Umbridge and her administration. Today, he was mostly just flipping idly through cookbooks and wishing his tea was spiked.

It was hard to focus on a lesson plan when there was a possibility that this would all be over by Saturday night.

[ooc: One expected, but most certainly also open.]

cold_hard_heart

Emma was at the front of the room, dressed all in white as usual. Thank goodness summer was almost over, and she could return to New York and the Hellfire Club when this was finished.

"Fear," she said crisply, raking her eyes over the assembled students. "If you don't possess metahuman abilities or magic, it's the best way of making new friends and shaping the way they see things."

"Once upon a time, during the Victorian era, women were not allowed to show ankles or elbows, because it was deemed indecent. That just made people want to see more. Fear works much the same way; if they know the extent of how far you'll go or what you can do, there is no more reason to fear. If you keep something just out of sight, and they know you're holding back, their imaginations will run wild with what they think you can do."

"I have an advantage that I can reach into someone's mind and see what their greatest fear is and turn it back against them as easily as breathing. But what do you do when you don't have my talents? How do you find fear, and how do you exploit it?"

[OCD UP]

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

throughaphase

Kitty was staying away from the bar tonight. Instead, she'd spent part of her day at the gym, since it's been a while she'd done any dancing at all and maybe that was a good way to relieve some stress.

It wasn't, no. Nice try, though.

She was planning on spending the evening at the Perk, because while she wanted to be around people, there was nothing sexy about iced coffee. So she got her drink, found a table, and tried so hard to ignore the people behind the counter were doing with the whipped cream.

[So, so open. ~~I'm going to eat my own hand off from boredom. Don't let me do that, I'm a vegetarian.~~ And now I have no hands. Well you all fail.]

onepunchguy.livejournal.com

There was no sleepover tonight, but that didn't mean Guy wasn't cleaning up after it. Who the heck was drawing stick figures of a crying man in red sunglasses?

This town sometimes, this town.

Guy was just going to relax and let Tino finish with the rest of the mess.

Drink Specials
Squirtle
Wartortle
Blastoise

It was a chilly kind of day.

throughaphase

The place was open tonight, and hopefully people had actually heard about or seen the signs for the Over 18 party. Otherwise... this was going to be lame, oops.

The bar was open in case anyone wanted to drink (imagine that), and the floor in the back room had been mostly cleared with the tables pushed back so people could mingle or eventually sleep if they ended up not wanting to trudge home later.

And there was a sign out.

PARTYGOERS GET THE FIRST ROUND FREE!
(Must be over 18)

Hello, incentive.

[So I am off to drive the sidestreets up to LA on a spare tire and will be trying to ping from my phone, LJ permitting. If not, I will ping back as soon as I get back omg.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

After cancelling the class, Jamie mulled over his options of what he wanted to do for the day. Granted, a man who could duplicate himself could do just about anything he wanted. And there were many many things Jamie wanted to do.

But the black skies overhead tended to squash his mood, so he decided the best way to spend the day was with lots of carbs and watching old episodes of Lightning Bug.

As you do.

texted3times

Eric suspected that more than a few people would be looking for a place to drown their sorrows tonight, and with the sun setting earlier now, he was happy to accomodate them by opening the club a few hours earlier than usual.

Because he wanted their money, not because he felt badly for them or anything.

Perish the thought.

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?"

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

also-audrey.livejournal.com

Audrey had spent her first couple days in town settling in, trying to find some routine to stick to, and found that that was hard to do when you got to town on Tuesday and didn't really start work until Friday. And of course today was the day of that carnival thing, which would be a good way to get to know the people better and see how insane this town really was, but when there was work to do, the work won out. Besides, if anyone had gone evil after graduation, she'd probably get called anyway. Probably. Maybe? She wasn't sure how this place worked like that.

So far her first day was being spent on her laptop, trying to put together a report to send back to Agent Howard. It wasn't going well. She'd gotten as far as a blank screen and had genuinely no idea how to put any of the things she'd heard so far into a report that wouldn't demand a psych evaluation.

What a way to spend your first day, huh? But the trooper station was open!

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.]

smartestone

The community center had been decorated both prettily and tastefully for tonight's alumni mixer, even if the music left a little to be desired. After all, sure, it was nice to have some good dancey music in there, but what was a mixer without some Bieber thrown in there? And the more Bieber the better, right? So those attending could look forward to one of those classics thrown in there every now and then. And possibly look forward to getting those classics stuck in their heads, whatever.

Look, at least the food was good, okay?

[Everyone welcome. Come one, come all! Takes place after the debates, so you can go right from one to the other!]

capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com

The DJ was cranking the music tonight, but you could hear Jack's anguished cry even over that as he came in for another shift:

"WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!!!"

Good luck getting anything useful from him. He was busy sobbing behind the bar.

Current Mood: distraught!!!

shiniernyours.livejournal.com

Bender had a knife. But didn't want to kill anyone - no more than his normal level of homicidal tendencies.

He was slicing and dicing like a robot possessed. From apple to chips or cubes Bender set off in a whirring frenzy. A slice sprang off and wedged into the stable wall. Cocktail toppings were important business.

The fruit - stuck on cocktail sticks - were laying askew on a tray that he waved at the horses. Bender looked on impatiently as they chewed. "So. That or the mango? I haven't got all day."

[Post is open, OCD is in Sheffield]

imac-kenzie.livejournal.com

Yes, she was loaded down with bags.

Yes, her portal left in about a half hour.

But she had to stop in for coffee at The Perk just one last time before picking up that portal at the causeway. It was... look, she just had to, okay?

Mac settled herself down in one of the comfy chairs by the window with her mug, making the most of the last little bit of time she had here. No doubt she'd be back to visit at some point (assuming she could). An entire high school career here, and leaving felt very much like the end of an era. She could be sentimental if she wanted to be.

[[Keeping with the recurring theme today! Last chance to stop in and talk to Mac for anyone that might want to before she leaves. Any friends who want to mod a call from her, go for it. The Perk is of course also open for all your caffeine needs!]]

raspberryturk

Well. This was it. After a day of packing and a year and a half of a bloody island having its way with the contents of Reno's head, it was time to leave. Home. There was a chopper waiting on the other side of the walk across the Causeway, and Reno found himself dreading it.

Sure, it had taken some doing to cram the last of his stuff in there. They'd had to take apart the ferret cage, and there was no way all of the clothing Reno had picked up while he was here was going to fit. So he'd just tossed it out in front of some second-hand joint on the mainland in a garbage bag, and now he was wearing a cowboy hat and standing around with a ferret perched on one shoulder, a backpack filled with pink notebooks on his back, a cardboard box with two cactus plants in it under one arm, and a shiny yellow blanket stashed under the other.

It was totally a security blanket.

"So, Mako. If a fool is the kinda person who sacrifices himself for his job, what does that make me?"

The ferret simply blinked at Reno, once, honked, and then started chewing on the Turk's ear.

"That's what I thought, too."

[And that's that. Reno is on his merry way- Open for anyone who cares to wish him good luck, or for anyone else planning on leaving the island this evening.]

withoutverona

His father and Benvolio had gone home. Reno was going that very night, and Rikku would follow soon enough. Yurika was going, if only for a bit (And Romeo made himself believe that, that she'd be back). Even Sokka was gone.

Romeo opened the store, but spent most of his shift brooding behind the counter. For just a moment, he almost wished he'd followed his relatives to Verona; it would be many things, but never lonely.

Pixie Dust was open, with a distinct funk of emo in the air around it.

[OOC: I defy thee, OCD!]

Current Mood: emo

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

It was Jamie's last shift at T&C and he was quite happy to leave all the work to Apu as he slacked off behind the counter.

Of course Apu doing all the work while Jamie slacked off was not entirely new.

So really it was your typical Thursday at T&C.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Short-Timer, Laziness and Grape Judas

[The OCD is also slacking off...]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Today was the day that Jamie told Apu that he was going to be leaving the island after graduation.

Which is why Apu was skipping around the store humming to himself and probably in the best mood ever.

"You don't have to look so happy about it!" Jamie grumped.

Apu didn't care. He just kept on skipping.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Joy, Bliss, Grape Judas.

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

It was a strange little day at T&C. First Apu decided to restock the glitter in the craft section and ended up getting bitten by a gremlin in the stock room making him think that he was Mr. Rogers.

Secondly Jamie was being awfully quiet as he was watching the Squishy machine. Almost as if he were thinking hard.

Which is especially hard to do with Apu singing "Won't you be my neighbor?" in his Indian accent.

Squishy Flavors: Trolley, Thinky Thoughts, Grape Judas.

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Okay. It wasn't the sunniest of days in Fandom nor was it the warmest.

However some new deck chairs had come and they just looked so comfortable that Jamie decided that some product testing was in order.

Which is why anyone coming into the store today will find Jamie shirtless on a deck chair with a sun lap pointed at him with a delicious Grape Judas squishy at hand.

Not to be done, Apu was right next to him with his own frosty beverage.

Clearly Jamie is becoming a bad influence.

[NO OCD!]

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Somehow, Temari had managed to forget where she put her sharpening stone at work today. So, after a slow and methodical digging through the desk had produced no results...

She began just pulling things out randomly in hopes that it might job her memory. Nothing so far.

atreideslioness

The gym was set up for fight club again, but with an important difference from the week before: Half of the area was devoted to the children. There were toy weapons, well-padded mats, and a large ball pit. The other half, for the adults and any students who remained their usual age, held the normal mats and safety equipment.

Ghanima looked vastly amused. "Welcome back, everyone. For the under-ten set, today we have your own special combat zone. Go have fun, and work it out amongst yourselves. I don't want to hear about it unless you're bleeding in a significant manner."

"If you drool on anything, mop it up," Tyler added, looking a little uneasy. He still wasn't comfortable around this many children. "Everyone else, we aren't assigning fights this week because there aren't enough of us to bother. Open sparring. Don't hit the kids."

"Or go play with the kids," Ghanima offered. "We won't judge you."

"We will be around if you have any questions, and I'll be near the beginner mats for the first half of the session. Now go to it."

Mingle | Kid Section | Beginner Mats | Open Sparring | Tyler and Ghanima | OOC

Current Mood: amused

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

There was coffee that was needed and there was also a sickening feeling that something... something out there wasn't quite right. The sound of children's laughter was like something evil and cruel.

Any moment now, something--probably a clown--was gonna come up from the sewers.

So, for now, he just drank his coffee and plotted to throw it at any clown monsters that should appear.

[OPEN, OMG. AND, IDK WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT.]

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was in a mood today. Quite frankly he was wishing he was on a beach someplace with a drink in hand and girls in swimsuits to watch.

Instead he had a squishy in his hand and was watching Apu restock toilet paper.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Cabbage, Mint, Shamrock

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was a bundle of agitated energy and full of glares this morning. Most of the glares were not directed at Apu but instead at the summons/weasel thing that kept following him around.

Finally he put the weasel up on the counter and began to lecture at it.

"Look. The fire alarm was one thing. You didn't do that," he grumbled. "But next time I don't care how hungry you are. No biting when I'm in the middle of.. that. Okay?"

The weasel of course didn't understand a damn thing but sat there in the hopes of getting a peanut.

Jamie sighed and tossed a few peanuts on the counter.

"I really hate this week."

[Open! No OCD 'cuz I'm of the lazy.]

Current Mood: aggravated

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was spending the day trying to count how many times Apu said "Thank you. Come Again."

Eventually he gave up and got a magazine to read behind the counter.

not-fangirl.livejournal.com

Temari was just going to hide a bit here in Wellspring. Not that her own... incident over the weekend was horrible, but it was still bad. A preteen boy? Really?

She did not sound like that, damn it.

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town today. Then again, Marion wasn't exactly the most social of people these days and wouldn't have known the difference between one crazy person and another.

[I'm totally cheating and making it a mod Tino night]

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Wallflower wasn't entirely sure where she was when she woke up, but that wasn't exactly unusual. Something about the Cartoonist having a really sucky short-term memory and liking to retcon and fly by the seat of his pants a lot.

Pretty much as soon as she'd had those thoughts they were gone, the 4th wall was neatly bricked up and back in its place, and she knew what she was supposed to be doing: FIGHTING CRIME!

In the sky!

She wasn't sure if there was a lot of sky crime around here, but hey, there were plenty of trees and birds and clouds and that gorgeous castle to fly past while she scanned the island below looking for some.

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[Open to fliers of all stripes! Wallflower looks just like Francine in a shiny red-and-blue spandex suit, but she won't recognize the name.]

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For once Jamie was hard at work. He cleaned the store, rotated the stock, polished the squishy machine and even washed the windows.

Of course it was all a plot to make Apu think he'd been swapped out by an alien life form that was impersonating him.

So far it was pretty convincing.

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The generator was still broken but Jamie was still nice and toasty warm in his green and gold Snuggie. As far as he was concerned the Snuggie was the best thing ever invented and he was leaving it NEVER.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Snow, Red Snow, Purple Snow.

[Open!]

Current Mood: snuggied

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Jamie had discovered a toy electric keyboard in a discount bin that he that was way to special to be sold.

So he was now at the front counter belting out the entire catalog of Billy Joel. Off key. And screwing up most of the lyrics.

"And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly throw stones
Yes they are sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking cologne!"

Today's Squishy flavors: Chanel #5, Root Beer Rag, Grape Judas

[Open! No OCD today!]

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Jamie was trying to figure out what would be the perfect item to push on the new students coming. Unfortunately there was no such thing as gremlin repellent.

Which of course made him wonder what kind of spray, lotion or smell would repel a gremlin and led to him experimenting with some of the more smellier substances in the store.

"C'mon! Sniff it, Apu!" Jamie said holding out the cup of foul smelling liquid. "Tell me if you think it would repel a gremlin."

Apu refused to sniff it. Which led to Jamie chasing Apu around the store with the cup.

"C'mon! Sniff it! Sniff it!"

It was going to be a long day for Apu.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Ginger, Scallops and Grape Judas

[OCD Coming]

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A very tired and hungover Jamie Madrox was sprawled over the counter taking a nap.

Apu was prodding him with a stick trying to wake him up with poor results.

Squishy Flavors: Champagne, Quiche, Grape Judas

[OOC: No OCD and mostly SP at this time. Feel free to mod Apu or poke at Jamie.]

Current Mood: angry

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The proliferation of flatbread at Turtle and Canary was keeping Jamie busy trying to keep the counters and shelves clear of the delicious stuff.

Eventually the main counter was stacked with so much flatbread it was bordering on ridiculous. So using a bit of ingenuity Jamie pulled out a couple of toaster ovens, opened some packets of mozzarella cheese and cans of tomato sauce and got busy.

Today's Special:

Free Flatbread Pizza with Purchase!

Today's Squishies: Tinsel, Cheddar, Grape Judas

[Open and No OCD!]

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