[identity profile] craftyladyparts.livejournal.com
It was the last day of the reunion and Jessica figured she needed to take a moment alone. Get some solitude, a place to be with her thoughts for a little bit, in a quiet place. The beach would work. Have some white noise from the water, what could possibly be more relaxing.

When she got there, food was already on the grill, the volleyball net was set up, and a pig was sitting next to a spit, eating from a trough. There had to be a story there. And wait, who started grilling food on a beach only to leave it, and a pig? If this was Fandom magic, it was really weird Fandom magic.

Anyway, alone-time apparently wasn't happening. She could settle for some BBQ as long as she avoided anything that might have come from that pig's family.

The Impromptu Labor Day Beach Cookout was on!
[personal profile] fh_office
The strange spell lifted as the sun came down, and left dozens of gremlins looking confused and bewildered all over the island. They skittered home quickly to tell tales of their terrible, no-good-day. Soon, a decision was made, and lo and behold, just an hour after sundown, signs started to appear everywhere reading SORY and WE MAKE IT UP TO U, pointing helpfully towards a clearing in the wooded area.

You wouldn't be able to miss it. For one, there was loud singing and drums that were audible from quite far away, and for two, there were very large torches sticking out everywhere, casting a glow across the woods.

There were many gremlins strewn across the clearing, and they all looked Very Apologetic. And if the gremlins themselves didn't look apologetic enough, well, there were also tables with enormous amounts of food. That was how Fandom worked, yes?

[[ wait for the ocd up! gremlins party hard! ]]
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[personal profile] suitably_heroic
The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact.

So when he stepped outside the MCA that morning and watched a bunch of zombie gremlins shambling towards him, he just sighed. "I don't want to deal with this today," he said.

The zombies didn't seem terribly impressed by that, so he lit his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. "No, seriously," he said. "I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today--"

[[ first for me and me and me, open after that! ]]
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[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

[We appear to have broken the post, huzzah! Please use these links to get around: Arrive/Mingle | Food/Drink | Dancing | Shadowy Corner | Corner of 2005 | OOC]
[identity profile] 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. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!

At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then, The Final Countdown began... but there was no GOB. After a minute, he rushed the stage in a panic. "Wait, this is tonight? Isn't this [microphone feedback] usually on Saturdays? Wait, today's Sunday? I have no [microphone feedback]ing idea what day it is."

"Ahem. Thank you, everyone, for coming out here out tonight. This is 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."

A zombie keytarist hit a key that started to play a recorded sound of bed springs... springing... suggestively. Love was in the keytar, apparently.

"And that's when it'll be time to move on to your next date. Got it? Good. Now just remember, if you're a lady 18 or older who doesn't like your options, I'm a solid backup plan. You can find me at the bar after the dates, or just come on up whenever you want."

[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. complete! Epic thanks to [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc and [livejournal.com profile] also_audrey for helping get the OCD together.

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 Sunday, but if you need to finish things up on Monday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up on Sunday. is up!

I may pass out now.]
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
As the sun started to set, the lights officially came on at the new community center! The building was now complete, its walls gleaming and solid in the waning light. As people began to arrive, they would notice decorations lining the tiled and bright corridors, leading them towards the large auditorium where the dance was being held.

Once inside the auditorium, there were more decorations. Streamers in the colors of summer hung from the rafters and painted the walls. There were fresh flowers in every corner and on every table, bringing fragrance and festiveness to the room. The lights were low in the auditorium, dimmed to provide both mood and setting to this party in the evening.

There were several long tables stocked full with foods of all kinds and there was even a bar with an expert bartender who'd be happy to serve you. Tips were welcome but not mandatory. Large speakers hung in the corners of the room, installed to provide the latest and greatest sound system to the new building.

Everything was completed, everything was ready so it was time to enjoy yourselves!

[OCD UP! Have fun! | Arrive | Food/Mingling | Shadowy Corners | Ladies Room | Mens Room | Dancing | OOC | Post II]
[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
It was a new day and there was no better way to start a new day than with the continuation of the carnival. There was still snow coating the ground but the atmosphere was as lively as ever. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so those who were going to be outside all day wouldn't freeze. Once the finishing touches were done, the carnival was open for business.

[Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Hot Fudge Wrestling | Tunnel of Love | Hot Fudge Jousting | Bungee Jump | Snowmobile Racing | OOC | Post 2 | OCD is up! Go wild!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
One minute, Jeff had been on the phone with Steve. Steve had had a firm lecture in place for Jeff, something along the lines of how no normal person on Earth ever managed to be late to a high school reunion 'because she wore clogs' and how, honestly, Jeff had had a girlfriend (and how terrifying was that), he should be able to at least talk to women without telling them their hair looked as if they'd just spent the morning encased in beeswax.

Steve was still lecturing when Jeff got onto the causeway, and so Jeff stopped listening for a few seconds to look up and experience the atmospheric marzipan rain. He was back all right.

He stepped into the rain, wondering whether or not he should have brought a helmet--

--"Soon, I'll be back where I belong. I'll be back where I lost her. And then Fandom Island will know the true face... of PORN JELLY."

There was a beat.

"Oh, god," Steve said, "What did you see now?"

Jeff hung up. "I need a new producer."

[[ open to those wanting to use the causeway, and those wanting to bump into jeff ]]
[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com
Irulan was a little late opening her store but she felt today was a good day for commerce. There was to be an event tonight and from what she gleaned about it, there will be all manner of guests arriving in the island. But most of all, Irulan looked forward to wearing the dress she bought in that shopping trip with Charlotte.

Once she was sure her little shop was in order she flipped the sign around. The Imperial Brim was open.

[identity profile] just-add-starch.livejournal.com
While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2


[OCD IS UP. I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg. No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]
[identity profile] montecito-east.livejournal.com
Mary had dinner with Lulu and the dance later on to look forward to, so she was in a good mood. Gunther was giving her those funny looks again, especially after she mentioned the dinner with Lulu, but Mary was doing her best not to let it get to her.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Schweinebraten nach Winzer Art
[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
There was an Event today, and it was Turtle's day, so that meant there were a lot of great deals going on at Turtle & Canary to go along with it. Even with being up late for radio, Turtle was in early to get a few weekly reports taken care of before attending to advertising. First was the catering to the usual island crowd:

Today's the Dance! Are you ready?
It's never too late for those last little touches and emergency little things!
Accessories and Make-up : 30% off!
Hair product and nail polish: 25% off!
Formal wear and shoes: a whopping 45% off!
Condoms Prophylactic Protection!: 25% off!


And then a special catering to the returning crowd:

Welcome back, Fandom Visitors!
Former students, teachers, and townies get a free Squishy with every purchace!
Try the Grape Judas; it's delicious!


And with that, the day was about to begin, and Turtle spend the lulls in customers trying to decide how to do her hair.

Today's Squisy Flavors: Red, Grape Judas, BananaStrawberryPeach

Turtle & Canary is open!
[identity profile] all4thewookiees.livejournal.com
The zombies were not performing tonight. Instead, they were holding up one of those fancy ancient thrones that servants carried around. Seated in the throne was Tino, who was wearing a toga and laurel wreath. When Tino had to mix a drink, the zombies knelt so Tino could reach the ingredients.

Jolee sighed and tried to ignore the zombies attempting to chant "Toga! Toga! Toga!"
[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com
It was the day before graduation. The day before pomp and circumstance, diplomas, smiling seniors and proud guests. What better way to spend that day then partying the night away? That's right, tonight was the night of the senior lock in! Many NPC workers had been busy in town, cleaning up and setting up an abandoned warehouse for the event.

Now, the front of the warehouse was lit up with neon signs and stanchions that would lead the seniors into a huge building where not one speck of floor space wasn't being used for something fun. There was loud music pumping through the building and strobe lights were swirling around the area, lighting up the room in blues, reds, greens, yellows and various other colors. Decorations of all kinds painted the walls, giving the room a party like atmosphere.

Of course, it would just be a regular ole party, right? Nothing surprising would happen, right? Oh, of course. No surprises. Riiiiiight.

The senior lock in was open and it was time for the seniors to get their party on!

[Posted early for super duper SP! This is for seniors only. OCD is good to go! Have fun! Comments are off so, if you need me, ping the OOC thread or email me!

ETA: And there's something going down here! Have fun there and please please continue to play in the party beforehand. It's your party, seniors, please enjoy it!

ETA 2: And the thread to get free is here!. Hack it up! It's moddable!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
When Jeff entered the lobby that morning, he found that Gunther had something to say to him.

"Jeffrey," Gunther started. He didn't finish. Jeff grabbed him by the arm and shoved him into a cupboard, shutting the door behind them.

"Don't move," he warned, "Don't say a word."

"What is the meaning of this?!" the German chef raged, and probably added a few more colourful ways of saying just that as well.

"It's almost graduation," Jeff hissed, "She could be here at any time! I've tried to avoid it by not telling her, but she knows things, Gunther! She knows things."

"Please tell me this isn't about your mother again," Gunther started.

His sentence again went unfinished, as Jeff clamped his hand over Gunther's mouth. "Maybe that haughty blonde fellow from radio'll help us build a barricade," he mused, "We'll need a line to the outside world!"

It was just another day at the Arms Hotel. Jeff's almost-last-day, at that. All trembled.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
It was running up on his last few weeks of Fandom, and Jeff was starting to get a bit clingy. Literally, as it turned out to be; he alternated between hugging the desk (hugging the desk), the lamp, his dog, the kitchen, and on one memorable occasion, Gunther.

The two of them sort of teared up about the whole thing.

"I'm going to miss you," Jeff said, solemnly. Gunther weeped into his hair.

Neither of them were ever going to talk about it. "You smell of snails," Jeff added, helpfully.

That kind of ruined the moment. The yelling resumed.

[ and the hotel is open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
There were times Jeff sort of forgot he had a job.

There were other times when Jeff's job was a bit of an escape, such as from insane children come to destroy him. So now Jeff was abusing that escape. He was escaping into the kitchen, as a matter of fact.

The battle raged on all day, but by the end of it, Jeff had managed to stack every single glass in the kichen up into a neat, epic kind of pyramid.

It would probably take Gunther all evening just to get them down safely again.

[ open, but I am scarce-ish today! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
"I think you really ought to stop," Jeff told Gunther, conversationally. He was remaining at a respectful distance as to make sure he wouldn't get brained by the chef. It was likely!

Gunther just shook his head. He'd find a way to sell cow's brains to the masses even if it killed him.

"You do know what they say about brains--"

"OUT!"

It was just another Wednesday.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
"What's that?" Jeff asked, as he tried to peek over Gunther's shoulder in the kitchen.

Gunter shot him a foul look, and demanded to know why he was terrified of every woman who as much as strayed near the entrance, and yet he couldn't keep bugging him.

"You're not a woman," Jeff pointed out.

Gunther threw him a look.

"It takes the pressure off," Jeff offered, "...Is that fish eggs?"

"OUT!"

Jeff scurried back to the desk in all haste.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Around noon, Jeff rolled out of a nearby cupboard, hit his head on the desk, and blinked.

Oh, wait. "I'd fallen asleep," he realised.

Nana eyed him. Jeff just shrugged, got up, and got to work.

[ open and I am failboat ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
There were things outside. Screaming things. Really loudly screaming things.

Jeff was completely convinced that his mother was involved. In fact, some of them looked a bit like his mother.

When Gunther asked him why the hell he was hiding in one of the kitchen cupboards, the only thing Jeff could give him as an answer was, "I knew that knitting circle was a bad idea."

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff's sunburn was just starting to fade. Just. That meant that large parts of his arms were peeling. Nana thought this was the most fascinating thing ever.

In practice, this meant Jeff spent most of the day sitting on the floor being sniffed by a gleefully fascinated Saint Bernard. Being Jeff, he had quickly given up on doing anything about it at all.

"Sometimes," he said, "you've just got to lie back and take it."

[ open! ]
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[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)


[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have [livejournal.com profile] fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff didn't know what to do. Jeff was terrified. Jeff was seeing his worst nightmares come true.

The Melty Man. After two days, he was starting to be sure the Melty Man had come and would never leave again. Maybe. Maybe. Oh god, he hoped.

When he got to the hotel, he scribbled the board full of apocalyptic warnings - The Ende Thymes Are Nigh! Cover your pants! - before taking his terrified arse to the chair behind the desk.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] yourwhiteknight.livejournal.com
Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[Wait for the OCD or so help me...I'll hurt you is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

[Quick links for browser friendliness: Arrival/Mingling, Snacks/Punch, Shadowy Corner, Chaperones/Security, Dance Floor, OOC]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff was confused.

Oh, he was happy-- the weekend's crisis had been averted-- but he still wasn't sure what had happened.

Also, he had a baby shaped like a flower. Nana had been trying to eat it all day, and even putting it on the hotel desk hadn't stopped her from bouncing at it.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
It had occurred to Jeff that something odd was going on yesterday, what with radio and everything, but it had appeared to pass over him. Some sort of honesty thing. Actually, Jeff was convinced that meant that Captain Subtext had clomped into town to give the people a good lesson about fearing and respecting your own fibs.

It didn't occur to Jeff that the reason it hadn't affected him at all was that most of what he said was what he thought anyway ('breasts, breasts, breasts, breasts breasts breasts').

He set up shop in the lobby, flopped over onto his desk, and started making little sketches of Captain Subtext. He could only imagine the havoc.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
There was a slight jitter in Jeff's limbs this morning. He jittered all the way down to the hotel, and Nana couldn't quite stop sniffing at his ankles. There was something in the air, something fiendish. He wasn't quite sure what it was yet, but it was something.

Perhaps he had some super powers he didn't know about anyway.

Whatever the case, Jeff was pacing around the lobby a lot that day, and all the specials board contained was chicken scratches of something no one on the staff could quite make out.

[ and open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
It had taken Jeff a long while to get over his fear of phones.

This weekend, all that progress had shattered into tiny bits of former progress and left him a fearful heap on the floor. It wasn't the man soliciting and then rejecting him because Jeff had wished fervently that he was gay on many an occasion, but it had never stuck. Same went for the second message.

No, Jeff was scared because the cops were onto him, and he was completely sure his mother had let them in on things. He had thought that the underwear burning had gone unnoticed! Oh, god.

He was hiding under his desk all day. The phone was off the hook.

Not that it made any noise, what with the power outage and everything, but Jeff could sometimes be very keenly unobservational.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff swore the island was out to get him again. He was starting to run out of clothes. This was possibly the worst thing that had ever happened.

In order to keep from anything going awry clothing-wise, he made the important decision to go hide in the closet again. It might have taken him some time to find the right cupboard, but hide in it he did. With pride.

Nana napped.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
KNOCK


[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had been feeling a bit nostalgic today, which is why when he came into work, he artfully rearranged the fruit bowl.

"Here's to River," he said, as he lovingly put the two apples in place. If he had anything more ceremonial to add, however, the fact that Nana took that moment to tackle him knocked it straight out of him.

"NANA!"

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
breast
apples
banana


[ and the arms hotel is open ]
[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com
"I can do this. I am in control of my destiny. I am a capable and intelligent human being. I will help defeat the powers of darkness. I am doing the right thing..."

Andrew stood at the end of the causeway, reciting the same list of mantras over and over, desperately trying to convince himself that he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life. He had phoned his aunt in Sunnydale this morning to let her know he was coming home. Her response had been to deny knowledge of his existence and then she hung up the phone.

His phone call to Jonathan had gone much better. His only friend back home was more than happy that he was coming back, and Andrew was relieved to have a place to stay. Jonathan was apparently out on his own now, sharing an apartment with some guy named Warren -- sounded like the perfect bachelor pad.

"I am doing the right thing," he said again with a glance at his watch. The taxi should be there soon.

[ooc: If your character would care to say goodbye to Andrew, please assume they know he's here and leaving! This is his last post in FH. Goodbye OOC post here...]
[identity profile] bluth-illusions.livejournal.com
Signs had been handwavily put up around town throughout the day indicating that this was the place and this was the time. New Year's Eve in Fandom, in one of the abandoned warehouses (although it had been tidied up and decorated). Showgirls carrying champagne flutes, a live band playing, and a big glowy ball hanging from the rafters with a countdown clock displayed.

It was time for G.O.B. Bluth's New Year's Illusionin' Eve! Brought to you by a Host Named G.O.B.! Making his triumphant return to Fandom! Exclamations!

[OOC: Up early to accommodate all of you silly people who have work, timezone issues, or social events. Post is open to students, teachers, townies, alum, and ex-pats! Kindly wait for OCD. OCD is up! Have at it!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Upon arrival to work, Jeff had discovered that he was very thirsty.

About an hour later, he was slumped over his desk, staring at Nana as she danced silly little steps throughout the hall. He was not completely sure how he had gotten here, but the water he'd been drinking was rather good.

Maybe they should bottle it.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
After the weekend, Jeff wanted nothing more than to be far, far away from his dog. Considering her size and general disposition towards moving, that meant that Jeff spent most of the day sitting on the stairs, shooting the occasional look at the dog which had claimed his desk for great sleeping justice.

The fact that she was covered in tinsel was only a small bit of revenge.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
The past week or so had been as if the world had come alive. Or alight. Everything seemed to have a bit of a glow to it, which is why it took Jeff most of the morning to realise that the candles that had popped up around the lobby weren't, in fact, just figments of his feverish, blissful imagination.

Still, he took it in stride, and sung a little 'halelujah!' every time he passed by one.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
It had been calm last week. That meant it could only be very, very uncalm this week, as Jeff had found on many previous occasions. It was with a sigh of utter resignation, his head characteristically low, that he sat down. It was with a roar of equal defiance that Gunther sprinted through the lobby at that exact moment, spitting out insults at the dog.

Nana remained oblivious. She had a spoon, which was the most amazing thing in the world, and she was going to run around with it for a bit, the weird guy wouldn't catch her, and when the game was up, she'd happily chew it.

A lot.

[ ooopen ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had just settled in behind the desk. Nothing weird had happened over the past week or so, despite weddings and parties, and he was starting to feel a bit more comfortable in his luck lately. After all, his mother hadn't shown up, either, and Turtle hadn't gotten drunk in at least a fortnight.

Even Nana was more subdued after spending the weekend with Chad. He imagined she'd get back to it in a couple of days, but as it was, his mostly anxiety-free self had no trouble with her at all-- just a very nice legwarmer.

[ and the arms hotel is open, whee ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Today, Jeff decided, was a very confusing day.

First, he'd gotten blindsided by a random cloud of balloons. Then, he'd wandered into the wrong part of the kitchen. Finally, Nana had trotted up, sneezed, and shoved him into a cupboard.

Jeff was still in the cupboard. He couldn't find the handle.

He'd just hope Turtle would be used to the risk cupboards and closets posed to him, and would find him before the end of the day.

[ open, but probably better to mod your hotel-ly needs unless you want super-SP! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff's mother hadn't found him all weekend.

He was happy. Gleeful. Ecstatic, even. He was grinning all throughout his shift, in a careful, Jeffish kind of way.

He had, however, so far had trouble detaching himself from the mask that, in his opinion, had saved his life. That might've gotten him some stares from Gunther, yes.

[ ooopen. ]
[identity profile] always-damp.livejournal.com
It was still a beautiful day and there was still plenty of wonderful food in the Park, welcoming visitors to Fandom Island.

The registration desk was still open and the banner waved in the comfortable breeze announcing the event of the day.
Welcome to Parents Weekend 2008


[OOC: DONE! Just like Part One | Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling]
[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com
With Parents Weekend starting tomorrow, Jamie knew exactly what most of the student body needed:

Looking to Avoid Any Parental-Type People this Weekend?

CLEVER DISGUISES! 25% Off!



Granted most of them were Halloween costumes but a disguise is a disguise

[No OCD!]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff was in a thoroughly pleasant mood this morning. He'd met his good friend Steve, and so far, he had heard nothing about his mother returning to the island.

That didn't, however, keep him from quietly gathering objects around the hotel throughout the day, to stash underneath the desk in case there was an acute need of a barricade. Nana did her part by sleeping on said objects, which was only occasionally a burden.

[ ooopen ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff was not entirely his usual anxious self today. He was, in fact, reaching a few new levels of anxiety he hadn't previously categorized yet, and it was making him nervous.

Nervous anxiety. It wasn't good.

The cause of this were a letter and some plane tickets he'd gotten from his mum. Cardiff. She wanted him to go to Cardiff. Oh god, there was absolutely no way his life could get any worse than it was at this very moment.

Nana did her part and drooled on his shoes for most of the day.

[ ooopen. ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff had forgotten his sketches at home today, which left him with absolutely nothing to do. After about half an hour of trying to figure out how long he could sit on his hands, he dragged Nana along into the kitchen.

It wasn't that he was trying to get into a fight with Gunther. It's just that it sort of happened all on its own when one combined an angry German chef with an awkward Welsh boy and his particularly gargantuan canine.

[ open! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
It had been several weeks now, and Jeff still wasn't completely happy with his sketches. Hence, his hotel shift found him blasting cartoon theme tunes rather loudly as he sketched, erased, and sketched again.

By the end of the day, Nana would have eaten about five of his sketches, which he felt was a sign his measures were working. The hotel's staff had learned their lesson as well: they avoided Jeff.

A lot.

[ open, no ocd! ]
[identity profile] spring-lost.livejournal.com
After a morning of busywork about the place, the park had been set up with several booths for the vendors that were soon to arrive. There were places to mingle, there were places to shop, and there was probably somewhere quiet left somewhere around the grounds, too. Fandom's Monthly Market had opened again.

Occasionally, one could see Cable quietly moving about the premises.

[ please wait for massive ocd up! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
The weekend might have come and gone, but Jeff was still terrified. After all, last time, his mother had been able to find him at the hotel, and he didn't fully trust that she wouldn't be able to somehow escape from the other island and swim right back here.

She was his mother, after all.

That's why he'd stolen all of the menus from the restaurant and was busy using them to build an impenetrable wall. Considering that they were all kind of thin, stacking them didn't seem to be working.

[ open and no ocd! ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Nana was having one of those days. But Jeff didn't mind. Not today. No, not even as she dragged him off the beaten path somewhere into the brush, where he managed to acquire several slashes in his favorite shirt. It had been a good week.

After all, everyone else had had their nemesises, but even after three days of cowering in his room, nothing had appeared to make his life miserable.

So Jeff? Jeff was whistling. Even after the branch hit him in the face.

[ jeff's not-expecting one particular person, but open for your parkly needs ]
[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com
Jeff was a busy little bee behind the desk today.

He had a sheet of paper in front of him.

And he was dancing. While being seated, mind, but it definitely had the air of dancing.

[ and open! ]

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