If Leland was smiling to himself today as he flipped the sign on the Needful Things to open, it was completely because he was a workaholic, and not at all because he was well aware of the chaos that was slowly starting to overtake the island, these days.

He did so love his job.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

Let's see what business he can drum up today, shall we?

[OOC: Twelfth verse, same as the first eleven? Needful things is here to serve all your cursed item needs!]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

Another day on Fandom Island. Another hopefully fruitful day at the Needful Things. Leland had kept the shop open late last night, but he didn't look the least bit tired as he unlocked the door and flipped the sign to Open.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

And the population of the island was in luck! Leland was having a sale on your heart's dearest desire, today. The price wasn't all that high to pay at all.

[Open!]

needfully-yours.livejournal.com

Every little town was different, but in the end, every little town was the same. It was like hearing the same song in a slightly different key, or played on a new instrument. The variations were fascinating, but the chorus didn't change.

His plans were progressing ever-so-nicely. Perhaps more of these residents could be lured in by his items, today?

The store in the door read, as always,

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes

(There are going to be major pockets of SP today, so please bear with us! But the shop is VERY OPEN for anyone looking to browse, chat, buy cursed items, or pick up an actual antique!)

myownface

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit redundant for a dance, but Town Hall wasn't having any of that. The whole place was decorated to look like a dance club, complete with funky blue mood lighting and laser lights. Glowsticks were optional, glitter was everywhere and might or might not be an excellent excuse for boykissy, and the music tracks tonight seemed to be a selection of Marvin Gaye and Barry White music... Along with a selection of songs from Lords of Acid.

One did not question the dance. The dance knew what music the students needed today.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

myownface

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi punk sensibility about it. Ish.

You'd be surprised how difficult it was to find 'Glitterpunk' as a genre on google for reference.

Welcome to Homecoming 2014
GLITTERPUNK!

not_a_moonie

The day that would greet Fandom's visitors was sunny with just a hint of fall crispness in the air -- perfect weather for reunions, or for almost anything else. A large tent set up in the park had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and a few minor drifts of glitter. Of course there was plenty of food, as well as tables, chairs and shadowy bits for parents, relatives and friends who fancied a quieter start to their weekends.

A large banner hung at the entrance to the park read:

WELCOME TO PARENTS' WEEKEND 2014

[Registration & Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | Shadowy Bits | OOC. Have at it.]

nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com

So Eleanor and Celia were on complicated terms at the moment. It wasn't bad, they weren't exactly fighting, but neither of them were budging, which was casting a serious pall over an already long week.

This was exactly the sort of moment that called for the beach party they had been meaning to throw all bloody summer. Obviously, what they needed to do was stop planning and just throw it. Tell a few friends, ask them to tell a few friends, and get the message out that way.

Holding it spur of the moment made it a very simplified party -- no themes, no decorations, no posters tacked up around town. But they did have the essentials: food, music, and a large bonfire.

Really, what else did you need?

(Open to EVERYONE, EVER. Feel free to assume someone mentioned it to you or that you just stumbled by for no good reason. There's a bonfire, it's easy enough to spot! OCD ~~INCOMING~~ UP!)

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

Joker had had a fun weekend on Tiptree with his family, celebrating his birthday a little early. He was a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to talk Eleanor into going with him, but there'd be plenty of other times for her to come along. His father had given him a few little things, a few new clothes, and the "I never know what to get you" speech, but the absolute best birthday present had been getting to spend time being a big brother. Hil was chattering non-stop now, and running around all over the place getting into trouble, and generally being an adorable toddler. It was wonderful.

He started walking up the hill slowly -- it was going to be a trek all the way to the school from the causeway, and he wanted to pace himself. To pass the time, he turned on the morning radio.

"Oh, CRAP!!! Oh, crap. Ohhhhh, crap. What the HELL?!?!?"

Were his friends okay?!? He picked up the pace, and started looking for a rickshaw to flag down.

(OOC: Open for any passers-by. I didn't ping in on Friday, got stuck at work for a software release all day Saturday, and spent Sunday not sure whether to ping in to the carnival. So, Joker's been away all weekend.)

fracknotfrak.livejournal.com

Vic rushed into the Trooper Station cursing a blue streak the entire way with only a brief pause to tell Ralph to get the fuck out of her way.

Hey, it was her first morning after experiencing Fandom weirdness directly! She should feel a little freaked out!

[For those who might have been arrested during the weekend.]

notaweenie.livejournal.com

A high time was always to be had at George's Gin Joint. Barry "The Brain" Ween always made sure of that. The liquor was always pouring and the casino was always dealing and spinning depending on your choice of games.

And more importantly, the place was always open. You have to love a place like that!

So come on in for a good time and a complimentary drink. Surely you can't pass that up?

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

The restaurant was the perfect place to celebrate, a few days late, the one-month anniversary of the first time Joker and Eleanor went on a date together, which may or may not count as the day they started dating, officially. Depending.

Joker gestured at the surroundings as they sat down. "Et voilà. Dinner! ...Do you like Italian? I should have asked if you like Italian. ...No, everyone like Italian, probably. The food's just too damn good."

[For the one! But, you know, also open like a restaurant for anyone who wants to swing by.]

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

Jeff, followed by any of the researchers who were crazy enough to go out and brave the dinosaurs and trolls with him, edged up to the clearing in the woods cautiously. There, sitting on top of the bare dirt where the hole had been refilled, was the weather machine. It didn't look all that broken from here.

"Hang on, I'm going to scan it for radiation," Jeff said. He stretched out his hand and a solid glow surrounded it as his omnitool went into action. He tapped a few things and a three-dimensional image of the weather machine appeared in the air over his wrist, annotated with a few numbers.

"Let's see, I've got the distance from us to it, its length and width, and... not much else." He tapped a few more things. "Hang on, I've got its temperature -- that's at least something... No, never mind, that's today's weather report."

He looked around at everyone else. "So... Anyone got any hi-tech equipment that's actually useful? If not, I'm gonna go ahead with the stick-poking."

[Open for those who followed]

fly-so-serious.livejournal.com

Jeffy Maroe, ex-star running back and recent paraplegic, rolled his wheelchair through the park. As he traveled down the path, several members of the Gremlins football team -- all in full uniform -- peeled off from feeding the ducks or going on dates or buying balloons from a convenient balloon vendor or all of the other things they were doing and nonchalantly followed him. It wasn't conspicuous at all.

In front of the duck pond (and, yes, in full view of everyone in the park), Jeffy stopped, turned to face them, and cackled evilly. "It's time," he told them, as he slowly stood up. "Not only did I make a ton of money betting on the game that we lost because of my tragic mountain-climbing accident, and not only am I getting a ton of money from scamming the insurance company, but this wheelchair is a great way to smuggle in... BLACK TAR CAFFEINE!!!

He pulled the blanket away, revealing a few cases of energy drinks.

After making sure each football player had a case (and there were far too many cases to have all fit under the wheelchair, but shhh), Jeffy cackled. "You all know what to do! Sell this on the streets, and we'll run Bruce Wayne out of the caffeine pill business in NO TIME, and he will PAY for what he did to my legs!!!" ...Which he was faking. Don't try thinking about it too hard.

As Jeffy sat back down and arranged the blanket around his legs again, a spooky chord played, and the camera zoomed in on his cursed statue. Jeffy didn't notice, but two of the football players tripped, fell in the duck pond, and drowned.

[Open like a park! ...And open for anyone who wants to see.]

solo_sword

There wasn't a ton of time to clean everything up after Cade's funeral, but the time for grieving had come and gone and now it was time for a wedding! In the same place where a teenger had just been eulogized! Happy times!

The place was done up all pretty, because even if it was Jaina's- ...third? Fifth? Who really kept track of these things anymore- wedding, Skywalkers spared no expense.

You were free to place bets on what was going to happen this time.

[Yes, another wedding! Open to all!]

regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com

It was the happiest day of their lives. The day they would pull a beautiful scam and get presents. Also, wear matching red dresses.

The marquee on the Boards read:

CECIL / KENZI NUPTIALS, 1:30 PM
Welcome Fandom!
Please place your presents next to the cake table

[ooc: Posted with Drac's permission! Come one, come all! OCD up ~~in a sec.~~ now!]

6buckstohisname.livejournal.com

When Dean woke up this morning, he was disorientated and lost. Mostly shown by stumbling around and holding his head like he had a terrible headache. But that was not the case here!

Oh no. Instead, he had...

...

...

...Amnesia.

Aw yeah, dramatic pauses.

"Who am I?" Dean asked the cooks. "Where am I?"

The cooks just went back to fighting over who slept with who's fiance this weekend. The answer was all of them. All of them slept with each other's fiances.

[[Who needs OCD today?]]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

Once the dates were over, Bruce made his way to the bar, took a seat, and motioned for Tino to make his favorite drink. (Ginger ale, done up to look alcoholic. Ahem.) He actually had plans to hit Baltimore a little later, but he had time to put up a show and be a good host for a while.

[OOC: Here is your regular post-dates post! Mod Tino for drink making, but Bruce will be at the bar if anyone wants to chat.]

willbethenight.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:

Caritas Presents:
3 MINUTE DATES

Just before 8:00, Bruce walked up onto the stage, dressed in a suit and a smile. "Hello, and welcome to Three Minute Dates. I'm not exactly sure how I got roped into this to begin with, but I agreed because it kept me from participating for once. Trust me, my dating history doesn't really need another five dates in a night. That said, I will be at the bar once this is done, so you can still have a chance to chat me up if you really want to."

After a very brief pause for laughter, Bruce clapped his hands together. "Well, without further ado, let's get this started. I'll read off a bunch of pairings, then you'll have three minutes until the air horn sounds..." Which it did, just then. Bruce visibly cringed. "Then it's time to cover your ears and run off to your next date once I call your name. It's just five rounds, so you'll be done with this in no time. Good luck."

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]
[3MD quotes for the BDE stuff]

[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.~~ has been completed. You have permission to play.

If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, 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 things up on Sunday, that's fine.

A regular post-dates Caritas post will go up Saturday afternoon when I'm snowed in like Edward. Zing!]

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