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Not a single goat had managed to wrench its way through Wellspring's doors - of course they hadn't. Cable had set up his security system for a very good reason.

It meant less goat tears to clean up in the morning.

Instead, he took Jan down into the shop with him, making her run through the weapons on display again. She'd need tactical insight when she was older; this was as good a time as any to start.

"And goats--"

"Get punched," Jan said triumphantly.

[[ open! up early for timezoneiness. ]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

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Contestants are competing for the $1,000 and the title of Ultimate Grand Supreme Poobah of all Beauty!

Who will take home the big crown? Who will go home in tears? Find out on this episode of Toddlers and Tiaras!

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Cable was not especially avoiding his father.

He was just... biding his time. Coming up with a few possible scenarios to work with. Listening to the radio to determine whether he had to keep Jan a secret from him or not.

Or, in this case, judging Jan's finger paintings with a critical eye. "Cyke," she informed him, pointing at the stick figure with the sunglasses and the over-exaggerated teardrop by his face. "He's emooooooo."

"Wade needs to stop telling you about my family history," Cable said. Dryly.

Wellspring Arms was open. And full of children's paintings.

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.]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable had spent most of the past week... sleeping.

He had expended a lot of energy prior to that - had come close to losing himself again to the techno-organic mesh. But whatever the rest of the island had done, it had stabilized him again, and he had reappeared, tired but relatively healthy.

And then he'd slept.

And then he and Wade had... reconnected, at that halfway point between violence and something else.

And then he'd slept some more.

But today he was up and functioning, checking in on the shop's inventory while Jan chattered at him from his big chair.

[[ open! ]]

nookiepowered

You'd think that Deb's first stop -- after crawling out of a plane crash with only a shoulderbag, a disheveled flight attendant uniform, a head wound and a vague woozy feeling that Deb was a really stupid name, despite the fact that she was wearing it pinned to her chest -- would have been a hospital, but no.

It was the Kwik Stop. And after that, the General Store. And after that, the lobby of every sit-down restaurant she trudged past in her uneven shoes with one of the high heels broken off.

AND NOT ONE OF THEM HAD A GODDAMN CIGARETTE FOR SALE!

Finally, after circling back to raid the Kwik-Stop for emergency measures, she'd stumbled -- hands shaking, arms plastered with patches and half a pack of Nicorette gum in her mouth -- into a gothy dance-club place, where sure she'd be able to bum a smoke off some pretentious black-clad kid, right?

JHSGAJKHGSAJKHG THERE WASN'T EVEN ANYBODY AT THE BAR, LET ALONE THE DANCE FLOOR!

Swearing, not remotely under her breath, Deb tossed her bag on the countertop and slipped behind the bar herself. Which... didn't seem to have any booze -- oh right, Fandom, she'd heard about this place -- but she didn't really care about that. First because she was busy ransacking the shelves -- what self-respecting bartender wouldn't have a secret stash of cigs -- and second because what self-respecting flight attendant wouldn't already have a jump-bag half full of those tiny airline bottles?

[OOC: Open! There is no booze for sale, but the chick behind the counter might deal it to you under the counter.]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

It seemed someone would never escape from giving impromptu concerts in the park after something bizarre happened. Which was good for everyone else!

While the Holograms weren't there with her, Jem could still give one darn good show for this little island! Who wouldn't be thrilled to be a part of that? She was a singing sensation thanks to the powers given to her by Synergy!

It made perfect sense!

So here she was, performing her hit single: Truly Outrageous!

( A lyrical masterpiece there. )

[[SO DAMN OPEN]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Vikings showed up outside the store periodically, but Cable had long since started to ignore them. Time travel was nothing particularly novel to him. If anything, right now, it was a pain in the ass -- they were just in luck the device below hadn't gotten damaged again in transit.

Just in case it did, though, he was restocking the shelves at Wellspring today. Jan trailed behind him, whacking things with a tiny nerf bat. Much to poor Tether's panic, as he didn't know what to make of the bat and kept barking at it.

That just spurred Jan to greater heights of violence.

Wellspring Arms? Was a loud, loud place today.

Fear anything under four feet.

[[ open! ]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

Once the real Bowser was defeated and the princesses were saved, our intrepid heroes found themselves in the preserve where they had started this adventure. The castle they had just been in pulled up from the ground, taking the green pipes with it as it floated up into the sky.

Really, Bowser should be glad no one kicked his castle in like some had in the past...

Where did the castle and all of the creatures go? Back where they came from, of course, as Bowser (what, like he doesn't have half a million 1-Up shrooms in his pockets?) grumbled about seeing if he ever tries to have a tea party on this freaky level again. BAH! Away with the Mushroom Landers, never to return.

Unless things got restless in Room 613 and 1/16th again.

[[For the rescuers and kids!]]

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When his minions had brought back the princesses, Bowser had discovered they were a bit younger than what he was used to in his general scheme of princess kidnappings. And one of them was even a boy.

But beggers couldn't be choosers. There weren't any swarthy plumbers here at least, so his plans would go unimpeded!

Now he just needed to keep the children distracted. With a tea party.

[[For any of the kidnapped!]]

bigdamnprincipal

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still lying around from last night too.

There was plenty of food just waiting to be eaten, and if someone asked nicely, they might be able to acquire a drink or two as well. It was five o'clock somewhere.

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

So maybe America's Next Top Model had lost something over the years. That intangible quality that made it so much fun as it tumbled into a formulaic cesspool of Tyra Banks' ego.

But that didn't mean it wasn't still fun to watch and mock. Mostly mock.

So, Deadpool took full advantage of the community center that he'd actually forgot existed and set up a viewing of the show. Oh yeah, this was just what he needed. Socialization forced upon people with the lure of bitchy, bitchy models.

"Ooo, this one has a catfight," he informed a slightly bored Jan as she colored what appeared to be a rainbow with a very crude drawing of the dog back at Wellspring Arms. "Not that it's very different from normal, I know."

[[OPEN LIKE A COMMON ROOM. A COMMON ROOM FOR ADULTS. Pretend you got a bizarre voicemail informing you of the glory!]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

"Wanna shoot!" Jan crowed. This had been roughly the eighty-second time she had said so. She had started saying so that morning when she had first caught sight of one of the love monkeys - it had briefly increased in frequency after one had attached itself to her wee little body and hugged it - and she had yet to stop advocating violence towards the poor creatures.

He should really start teaching her pacifist philosophies as well, Cable reflected, before this got too far out of hand.

On the other hand...

He shook his metal arm until the monkey detached itself and went flying.

"I'm kind of starting to long for a gun myself..."

[[ open! I was... totally going to put this up before, yes. ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Things had been calm in Fandom for a few weeks now. That meant Cable was doing the exact opposite of sitting still; he was ordering in more weapons. The likelihood of the island getting hit again increased with every day they came closer to summer, after all. It was only good practice to make sure they were stocked.

A side matter involved Jan, and the new BB gun he'd ordered her. Her motor skills wouldn't be quite up to par to learn to shoot in any real sense just yet, but it did mean it was becoming time to start teaching her the first few rules about gun safety.

... In other words, yes, that was a giant, half-metal man looking very serious as he lectured a three-and-a-half-year-old child on how to hold and fire a water gun properly.

Incidentally, the HELP WANTED sign was also up on the door.

[[ open! ]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

So what if he had radio tonight. Deadpool was gonna enjoy the snowing of odd Dutch pastries while having a cup of coffee.

"Jan, don't put that in your mouth, it was on the ground." Plus he was being all kinds of responsible. Responsible. "Catch it in your hat, then you can eat it."

...still responsible-ish.

Look, people should expect this when they placed him in charge of the safety and care of children. And just be glad he wasn't encouraging her to make sad eyes at the barrista to get him free coffee.

Yet.

[[Open, of course!]]

furnaceface

Half the island seemed to have gone completely barmy, but the insanity had somehow managed to miss Jonothon somewhat. Difficult to burst into song when you had no mouth, after all.

By some miracle, he'd managed to set up something that somewhat resembled a stage using scraps scavenged from the abandoned warehouses, and he'd built a huge bloody bonfire on the beach, which he'd lit in his own special way while nobody happened to be looking. And, of course, this being the fifth of November, he'd even found a way to wrangle some fireworks.

Don't ask how. Jono could be resourceful when he wanted to be, damn it.

Now, really, all he needed was an audience. And a vocalist. Where the hell was Christian, anyhow?

[Open to all, with threads for Glee Club, Jono's band, and everyone else who wants to sing, too!]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Parents' Weekend.

To be honest, Cable had spent most of it indoors, checking the radio broadcasts to ensure that no one with any designs on Jan had shown up. It took till Sunday for him to be satisfied, and judge everything safe.

So he'd taken the child with him to the office. Jan was currently in the process of attempting to fold swans out of left-over paperwork, which was a lot more complicated than you'd think. (At least, that's what could be read out of her very concentrated expression.)

Nathan, on the other hand, was more busy keeping up with his own paperwork, especially the forms pertaining to the island's population. That didn't mean he hadn't instructed his secretary to make sure anyone looking for a chat (and not bearing obvious weapons) knew it was fine to make housecalls.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

With the start of the new semester came the start of Cable's usual OCD: sorting out new students and new teachers on his forms, transcribing any important details gleaned from radio, and generally being ~~paranoid~~ diligent.

Tether was skipping around the store with a happily flailing Jan in tow, crowing something about Dora that Cable endeavoured not to think about. She was almost three, now, and it was... something.

He frowned after her. Weapons training, soon.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable went down into the store early in the morning to check up on the stores. Mostly. That was part of the reason-- the other half of it was that he was putting in some new... enhancements at the shooting range. Purely for his own benefit.

What was a challenge for everyone else wasn't one for him.

Jan pottered around and played with Tether in the hallway, happily babbling away at the dog about the ragdoll she'd brought downstairs. It was very, very important.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was no better time or place to oversee the work being done to set up for the graduation brunch than early in the morning with the dog, out in the park. The first men and women were up and about their roles.

Cable paid them a moment's worth of attention, then proceeded on his way.

Tether had calmed down over the years, and so Cable could devote most of his attention to Jan. Who hadn't. Calmed over the years, that is.

In fact, she was trying to get a look at just about everything. Ever.

[[ open ]]

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

So, Deadpool had been planning this with that Henry guy before, but today seemed like the perfect way to let kids run around and tire themselves out so they could fall asleep and parents could cry about their loss of freedom and then drink themselves to sleep before the kids woke up and wanted sugar.

...or something.

Henry felt a tiny stab of jealousy that everybody else got to see their imaginary kids, and he didn't get to see Alba.

On the other hand, with the way some of these kids behaved, maybe he'd gotten the better end of the deal. "So," he began. "We are going to play softball. This is red team, that's blue team."

"Red team's the best," Deadpool added. "I'm just sayin'."

"... we permit him his delusions," Henry nodded to the blue team, since they seemed to be his. "If you just want to play catch, go for it. We're here."

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Now that everything had calmed down, Cable was doing inventory.

In the past, that had been a fairly simple act: he'd go around and check the back, go through the store, and make sure everything was in order.

By now, though, this had turned into a circus act. Jan kept waddling at him, tossing toy boats and ragdolls his way. Tether would then try to reclaim the objects and dump them somewhere in the corner. Jan would then go after Tether, forcing Cable to intervene, and throwing some of the stocks into chaos in the process.

There was rather a lot of facepalming in Wellspring Arms, today.

[[ open, and a Nazi alligator ate the OCD. True story. ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Jan wasn't too pleased to be back in Fandom.

Cable was starting to feel she was getting a little spoiled, so he made her sit in the meditation room for a good chunk of the day, getting used to the circumstances as they were.

He cleaned out the store, fed the dog, and settled into his chair for another long day. Especially since his desk had chosen to change colour twice that hour alone.

Fandom.

[[ no ocd but open! with likely SP until the evening ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Returning to the city after the trip meant Cable had a lot of paperwork to get back in order. (The spa had pampered him last week, and he'd already moved on to scheduling another appointment for a massage at Theodoric's, somewhere between all the paperwork) Of course, Jan liked to leave her mark behind, so a lot of forms had to be redone.

It almost made him miss the days the worst she would do was leave teethmarks.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable had kept Jan indoors after the chocolate fever wore off and all the vampire drama began to happen - he couldn't run the risk of anything harming her. Be it sickness or people.

Now that most of the immediate threat had passed, though, she was back at the front of the store, throwing around the ragdolls Nathan Algren had given her for her birthday months ago - still her favorite toys. She was making happy sounds as she did it, too.

Tether watched her with an indulgent eye. Cable's own was more watchful, and he barely touched his paperwork all day.

[[ no ocd, open, have at ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Now that the carnival was done with and normal operations resumed, Cable was back on his seat behind the desk. Well. Intermittently. Jan had caught something at the carnival, and she spent an awful lot of time sleeping and crying.

The mutant saviour was not going to die of chococlate fever on his watch, as ridiculous as it sounded. So he hovered upstairs by her bed for most of the day, leaving Tether to watch the store downstairs.

[[ open and no OCD this time ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable came down relatively early in the morning to mop up. The advantage of living with Wade - although he'd never phrase it as 'living with Wade', despite the fact the man was here more often than not - was that he was off to bother other people for things like bowling nights relatively frequently.

Which is to say Cable had gotten a lot of paperwork done last night and written a spirited letter to the Angolan authorities about the state of Cabinda.

And now he was up and about, making sure that letter went through the right channels.

The sign on the door read Open. The child was playing with the dog. The fox was glaring at customers from afar. It was a normal day.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Town Hall was dealing with a problem.

Which is to say, it had randomly sprouted something that its architecture had never been made to support. It was just tiny, and it was adorable, really, but Cable found himself worrying for Jan's safety.

Jan, on the other hand, thought it was positively awesome to get to play around in the tiny, shallow babbling brook that now ran through Town Hall.

It would hopefully be gone tomorrow.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

He had all the paperwork checked and ready in a file - and it was nothing to do with Rumekistan for once. Cable made a few digital copies while Jan bounced on his knee, giggling and hitting the table with a doll. He peered past her towards the door.

The Help Wanted sign was no longer situated near the door, but the open sign was.

[[ flying ocdless and SP today ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was, as always, a HELP WANTED sign up by the door. The perennial 'open' sign was also pressed to the glass; Cable wasn't paying a lick of attention otherwise.

His menagerie had been reduced back to three (child, dog, fox) now that Wade was back to normal, which meant the store was a lot quieter -- and he had the chance to talk Irene through what was starting to turn out to be something of a politically difficult situation.

"I'm not saying he's necessarily corrupt, Irene..."

[[ open ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Although the noise, the random eating, and the padding around the house at odd hours were... annoying, there was one huge advantage to the fact that Wade was currently a dingo: it kept Jan entertained.

She was currently out in the hallway, laughing, petting Wade's back and doing things with ribbons Cable really would rather not ask about (which didn't detract from his slight amusement at the fact) leaving space for Nate to go about his work.

For one, he was going through some Rumeki paperwork to help Irene with her investigation; for two, he had a benefit to write a check for.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Jan had reached the stage of her life where she could be - momentarily - distracted by a dog. Or toys, if the dog was sick of being menaced. That meant Cable actually had time on his hands today to go through some paperwork, and put in some phone-time with Irene about the Rumeki.

"I don't know about these new infrastructure plans."

"They look sound."

"There's just something about them," she sighed. "I don't know, Nate. It just doesn't smell right."

He sandwiched the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "Fax me the full plans."

"Thanks, Nate."

"I still don't think there's a reason for concern."

He hung up, and glanced at Jan. She'd fashioned a skirt out of a banana peel. He rubbed his forehead.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was a lot of paperwork to be taken care of in the wake of Homecoming, and with Halloween upcoming. Nevermind that the island had been quiet for a while, which bore Cable some small worry. Well. In as much as life was ever quiet for him.

For one thing, Jan had taken up decorating every inch of the office today with whatever she managed to scrounge up.

That involved a lot of toilet paper and requisition forms.

Cable rubbed his forehead. Maybe Wade had been right about getting her involved in a training program before it was too late.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Yesterday, it had been the store. That was Jean's responsibility today, which meant that Cable's hands were free to tend to business at town hall. After all, you never knew what kind of people were liable to show up - there were radios to transcribe, notes to take, paperwork to go through.

He found he was getting a lot of use out of the tiny playpen-crib-whatever-you-chose-to-call-it he'd finally had installed in the back of the office. Sure, it left him... a lot less space for the filing cabinets, but at least it meant most of his pens were working.

[[ open! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

This... was not a day to be doing inventory.

It was Parents' Weekend. That meant that he was fairly sure one certain reporter would be showing up - and hopefully no other guests. Still, there was no sense in not arming up for the occasion. The large gun in the hidden space under the counter was joined by one or two friends.

Jan was sitting in her chair, smacking one of her ragdolls around. Tether was guarding the door.

Cable was ready.

[[ open and OCD-less today! ]]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

With most of the week now filled up with employees, Cable... still had a Help Wanted sign sitting in the window, complete with the Adults, please and... well, he'd wiped away the attempted (and failed) smiley face Jan had thrown at it.

It was going to be a short working day today, anyway, because he'd called Jean for a favour-- after several weeks of, uh, going back and forth on whether or not leaving Jan out of his field of vision for more than five minutes would really be good, or not.

...Well, it's not like he hadn't bugged her clothes.

Which wasn't creepy, Wade. It was taking preventative measures.

[[ open ]]

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